We held a retirement party in the bar of the old police station, which got incredibly raunchy.
Back in the mid-1980s, one of our older colleagues was due to retire, and a surprise party was arranged in the bar of the nick.
I will refer to him as Mick, who was a divorcee and very old for his age. He was celebrating his fifty-fifth birthday and retiring from the force.
Most of the station had been invited, minus those who were on shift, so it was going to be a big turnout as he was well-liked—very lazy but well-liked.
I was tasked with arranging a stripper for him, and this was a time before the internet, so it was not an easy task.
I finally found an agency and put forward my requirements: a young, tall blonde with huge tits who must wear sexy lingerie.
I was quoted a price that, even then, seemed incredibly expensive. We had a whip-round amongst the stations and raised the funds, so we were set.
On the night of the party, everyone had congregated in the bar on the top floor of the station, and I was sent to meet the stripper at the front desk and escort her to the top floor.
When she arrived wearing a long coat, it was clear she was just what I had ordered. I smuggled her into the station via the back stairs and into an office so she could prepare.
I was about to leave so she could finalise her dress when she said, "Stay, make sure I am dressed as you require."
I was gobsmacked, but I did as she said; she removed her coat, and I just stood and stared.
She said, "From the look on your face, I am what you wanted."
She was dressed in tight-fitting black and red Basque, tiny G-string black fishnet stockings, and very high heels. She was stunning. Her breasts were huge but not too big, and she wore a nice amount of makeup. Jo was in her early thirties and about five-foot-six in her heels, with the looks of a model.
I will refer to her as Jo; she saw I had my camera with me and offered to pose for some pictures, which I duly took.
I called ahead to the bar and informed them we were on our way, and Jo and I headed the final few yards and into the bar where Mick had been positioned to receive his gift.
The music started as we entered the bar, and Jo made her way through the guests towards Mick, who was receiving the last of his presentations from the boss.
There were several gasps and plenty of wolf whistles as Jo walked towards Mick.
The music stopped momentarily to allow Jo to say, “Happy retirement, Mick; I am your present.”
The music cranked up again, and the stripper music blasted out through the speakers. Jo remained in front of Mick and slowly and sexily began to remove her sexy lingerie until she was only wearing her fishnet holdups and heels.
What an amazing body she had! She was stunning and had the most amazing, big, firm tits that defied gravity.
Jo then produced a little bag of broken chocolate, placed a piece on each nipple, and encouraged Mick to eat it. She pulled his head onto her naked breasts, where he took the chocolate. He probably took longer than required to remove the chocolate from each breast, but that didn’t bother Jo.
When he was on her second breast, she grabbed his crotch and found he was erect through his trousers. Jo said, “Mick likes my boobs from the feel of this.”
Mick was a bit embarrassed by her comments but still allowed himself to enjoy the game.
To our amazement, Jo then moved towards the guests, placed more chocolate on her nipples, and offered them to the male guests to eat.
Some of the guys accepted the opportunity to suck on Jo’s nipples and eat the chocolate; those who brought their partners declined. I was one of the lucky ones to devour the chocolate and suck on each of Jo’s nice big nipples, although I got into trouble later with Tracey.
Once Jo had run out of chocolate, she collected her lingerie, kissed Mick, and headed for the exit. I followed and escorted her to the room she had used to change in.
We entered the room, and upon turning on the light, we found one of the young women officers on her knees, giving her uniform sergeant a blowjob. The sergeant looked embarrassed. The young officer, though, did not even look up and continued to blow her colleague.
Jo collected her clothes, and we moved to another room where she dressed in jeans and a blouse over her sexy lingerie.
I said, “Do you have any plans?”
She replied, “Why?”
I said, “We are having a private party later for our shift, which includes Mick, where we have arranged to play some games and get pretty drunk.”
Jo replied, “Am I invited then?”
I said, "Yes, there will only be about eight of us. We need more women; you could help to even up the numbers.”
Jo said, "Yes, I would love to.”
Before we left the station, I spotted Sergeant Bob and the young woman, Officer Kay, who were having fun in the photocopier room, and I invited them, as I guessed they were up for fun. They both agreed and came with us.
Once the retirement party was finished, our small group moved to Mick's house, where the real party commenced.
Our group of five men and four women, one of whom was Jo, were aged between twenty and fifty-five. Mick was the eldest at fifty-five, and Heather was the youngest at twenty. The others were Ruth, in her early thirties, and Kay, in her late twenties. They were Graham, who was forty-five; Mick, at fifty-five; Dave, in his late thirties; Bob, about forty; and me, at twenty-five.
After a few more rounds of drinks, the party was in full swing, and it was decided to play some games. Spin the Bottle was nice and easy, so we kicked off with that.
Mick decided he would sit it out but would keep the glasses refilled.
We started gently with the person whose bottleneck landed on daring two people to kiss; if they refused, they lost an item of clothing. If it was the second time these people kissed, it had to be for five seconds, and tongues were used.
If you span the bottle and it lands back on you, then the group decides who you should kiss, and it has to be tongues. It had to be male and female only, although females could kiss females if they so wished.
There were not many refusals as none of our partners were present, so what happened at the party stayed at the party.
I was lucky enough to kiss Jo on more than one occasion, which meant tongues were involved.
We were getting bored, so it was agreed to raise the stakes, and everyone agreed nothing was exempt. Now, whoever the bottle landed on dares the person at the opposite end of the bottle. After every four turns, we shuffled around, so we were in different positions.
Clothes were being shed, kisses were being shared, and inhibitions were being lost.
Graham, the senior member of our shift now that Mick has retired, dared to remove Heather's bra and grope her small but well-formed breasts.
Heather blushed and looked nervous, but she allowed Graham to carry out the dare and seemed to enjoy the rough groping of her tender breasts.
The dares went on, and no one refused, although up until this point, it was still quite tame with just general groping and stripping. The guys were now either naked or down to their boxers, and the girls were either topless or in their bras.
The guys knew about the size of my cock, but the girls did not, and I was still in my boxers when a very drunk Graham upped the ante and set out a dare for Jo, our guest.
He blurted out, "I dare Jo to give you a blowjob." pointing in my direction.
Jo looked stunned initially, and I was gobsmacked at the suggestion. I shook my head and said, "Jo, ignore him."
The other girls were encouraging Jo to do the dare and chanted something like, "Blow Him."
Graham was about to give out another dare when Jo said, "Ok, come over here." She was topless on her knees in the middle of the other girls and beckoned for me to stand in front of her.
I nervously got to my feet and walked the few steps to where she kneeled and stood before her. The bulge in my stretch boxers gave away how excited I was.
Jo looked at the girls and said, "Shall I?"
The cheers were deafening; Jo grabbed my boxers and dragged them down to my ankles. My cock sprang out, almost smacking Jo in the face—all nine inches of it.