1. Call Girl Confessions, Part 3


    Date: 8/28/2015, Categories: Fetish, Author: Jonathans_Fantasies, Rating: 17, Source: LushStories

    For some strange reason, she didn't want to press charges - maybe it was because she didn't need the hassle of going to court, and the associated problems that brings, I don't know. But because of that, the officer came back to the car and as we drove, he talked to me. "So what is your name, young lady?" he asked. "Miko," I said, "Miko Lee." "Well Miss Miko Lee, where are your parents?" "They are dead," I told him. I explained my situation and he listened carefully. "That's awful. But you still shouldn't have tried to steal that woman's purse. There are other ways to get a meal. Have you tried the local soup kitchen or homeless shelter?" "They don't want me. I am Vietnamese and they don't want me," I said, looking down at my lap. He was quiet for awhile. Then he spoke again. "Well for tonight, you are coming home with me. I will give you a good meal tonight and we will see what we can do for you after that." "Really? You would take me into your home and feed me, knowing that I stole a woman's purse?" I said. I was astonished. He took me back to the station and unlocked the handcuffs. Standing in front of me, he towered over me. "Now I have to do some paperwork and sign out before going home. It should only take a few minutes. You aren't going to embarrass me in the stationhouse are you?" he said. I looked up at him and shook my head no. He was cutting me a huge break and I knew it. He took me inside and I sat at his desk quiet as a churchmouse while he finished up his ...
    paperwork. Then he took me home with him and we had a good meal - the first I'd had in ages. We talked during dinner, and I found out that my benefactor was single - having been divorced for several years. I also found out because of his job as a policeman, he hadn't dated or had any kind of romantic relationships in a long time either. His work was his life, and home was just an interruption to it. That night he put me to bed in his bed and he took the couch. I had a full belly and a warm, dry place to sleep in a real bed. It was more than I deserved. I lay there for about a half an hour just thinking about my life and how I had come to be in this bed. I felt terribly guilty. "Jim?" I said, as I walked carefully up to him, laying on the couch. "Yeah, what is it, Miko?" he said, sitting up. I stood there looking at him... then held out my hand without saying a word. He looked up at me quizzically and took my hand, expecting me, I think, to show him what I wanted. But he wasn't prepared for what I wanted. I pulled him to his feet and walked him to his bedroom. I took him over to the bed and with him standing there, I undressed. "What are you doing Miko?" he said, shocked at what he was seeing. "I can't do this! You are too young, honey." "Please, Jim. You have been so kind and so nice to me. Please let me do this for you," I said. I dropped my worn out jeans and my panties down and I stepped out of them, climbing into bed naked now. He looked at me and I stretched my arms out to him. ...
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