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Maybe it was because they were all too drunk to function, or having too much fun to function, but Rose managed to get away from her friends with little effort. It was all Stacey's idea to come down to a small English village. Rose had no idea why. Stacey could afford to go to Italy, or Spain, or Greece if she wanted. But instead, they came here. To be fair, it wasn't bad, it just wasn't the place you imagined when the words 'hen night' run through your head. Rose walked around the village. It was quiet out. Hardly surprising. But then, Rose heard the faint sound of music. And it was proper party music. Rose turned a corner to see a small pub with the lights on. She could see it was full up, and everyone in there was wearing a uniform of some kind. Rose walked in and the music was loud as any club Rose had been to in London. No one was dancing, they were just jumping randomly. Rose walked to the bar and poked on the bartender's shoulder.
"Can I have a pint of larger please?" Rose asked.
"Get one for me as well. I'll pay for both." a girl asked. Rose turned and saw a red haired girl about her age in a police uniform. Good god, she looked gorgeous in it. So gorgeous Rose decided not to argue. "So, you new to this, um, quiet little village of ours?"
"Yeah, just here for a hen night." Rose shouted. Even she could barely hear herself.
"Is it yours, or am I in with a chance?" the redhead shouted back. Rose giggled.
"No, a friend of mine. Not sure I see the appeal to be honest." Rose said. It was like talking to someone in a football match.
"I've lived here most of my life, and I don't see the appeal either. Or did you mean hen nights?" the redhead replied. Rose laughed. "I'm Amy Pond."
"Rose Tyler." Rose shouted. "So, Amy, do you know anywhere quiet we could go?"
"Well, there is my place, but it's a bit of a walk. Why, are you getting a headache?" Amy shouted.
"I think I am, but that's not the reason I want to go somewhere private." Rose shouted.
"Oh, then what is the reason?" Amy said. The music had been turned off. Rose's ears were ringing a bit.
"Because as good as you look in that uniform, I would love to see you out of it." Rose flirted. That was all it took. Before the music could get started again, Amy and Rose walked out of the party together. The walk was indeed a long one. Along the way, Rose told Amy what London was like. Amy was rather disappointing to find out it was not the utopia she was led to believe. Amy, in turn, told Rose about the wonders of living in a village. While there weren't as many people, everyone knew each other. It was a real community. Eventually, they made it to Amy's house. Rose looked at it with mixed surprise and confusion. "Awfully big, are you sure you live here alone?"
"Yep, got a lot of space all to myself." Amy said. Rose followed her in. The rooms were rather expansive. Amy walked into the kitchen. "So, want anything to eat? I've got bacon, fish, well, fish fingers."
"Skip the foreplay, Amy, we both know why I came here." Rose said. Amy looked at Rose. In a millisecond, Amy's eyes lit up with lust and she walked over to kiss Rose right on the lips. Amy was an incredibly good kisser. Her tongue easily entered Rose's mouth, licking and moving around with remarkable skill. Her hands were equally skilled, stroking Rose's hips and giving her a cheeky grab on the ass before breaking the kiss.
"Bedroom, now." Amy ordered. Rather turned on by Amy's sudden dominating nature, Rose walked up the stairs, Amy close behind. As soon as Rose opened the door, Amy pushed her onto the bed. Rose watched with desire as Amy removed her police vest and white top, revealing a black bra underneath which complemented her boobs perfectly. Then went the tights and skirt, leaving Amy with just a matching black bra and knickers. She then removed the push up bra, and her wonderful tits hung free. She walked up to Rose and began to remove her clothes. She tore Rose's buttoned top apart so fast, Rose thought she might have ripped it. Then, as Amy took off her trousers, Rose undid her bra. The two girls were equally naked. They took a second to regain their breath and gaze at each others bodies with wonder.
"Well, since it's your house, I say it's only fair you cum first." Rose said. She guided Amy onto the bed and removed her panties. Her pussy was almost screaming at Rose to lick it. Rose held her hair back and leaned down, licking away at pussy for the first time in what felt like eons. She tasted amazing. Rose could tell she'd been wet for a while, perhaps since the bar. Amy gasped as Rose's tongue pleasured her. She held her hand on Rose's head, gently forcing her to keep going.
"Wow, Rose, you have such a good tongue. Yes, don't stop, keep going, right there!" Amy said. Rose felt her body pulsing as her tongue send pulse after pulse of pleasure firing through her veins at the speed of sound. And it went even faster when Rose quickened the pace. Amy's spare hand grabbed onto the bed tightly, and Rose felt her hand grip tighter on her hair. "Oh my god, Rose! I'm gonna cum. Just.. keep..." Amy never got to finish her sentence. She moaned loudly as Rose's tongue brought her to orgasm. Rose crawled up to kiss her again.
"Please tell me you have handcuffs." Rose asked. As if she could read her mind, Amy got up and looked into a nearby chest of draws and pulled out two silver handcuffs. Rose held her hands near the bed posts, and Amy cuffed them together. Rose felt a spark of pleasure as the handcuffs locked. She now placed trust in this complete stranger. The thrill of it was intense. Amy teased Rose skillfully, clawing slightly at her chest.
"Rose, you have been found guilty of being a pussy devouring slut. How do you plead?" Amy asked. God, her Scottish accent was sexy. Rose responded by licking her tongue teasingly.
"Guilty, officer. Guilty and proud." Rose said. Amy removed her panties with sudden force, and teased her pussy with a few delicate finger movements. Then, when Rose closed her eyes, she suddenly felt Amy's incredible tongue on her pussy. She bit down on her lip, but she couldn't help but scream. "Oh fuck, officer. Lick my pussy. I've been such a naughty girl, this is what I deserve. Yes, officer, right there!" Rose was weak. She hadn't sex in ages, and the added kink of being handcuffed was working wonders on her. Within a few minutes, Rose reached her limit. As good as the orgasm was, Rose felt angry at herself. She normally lasted so much longer than this. Thankfully, it seemed Amy had more to offer.
"Don't think you're off the hook yet, young lady." Amy said. She uncuffed Rose's arms and then spread her legs open again. Amy then pressed her pussy right against Rose's. Both girl's moaned as their vaginas touched for the first time. Then, when Amy started to grind, Rose's moans became continuous. Every time Rose felt Amy's wonderful pussy grind against her, she released a moan out of instinct. As her body relax to allow Amy more flexibility, Rose's hands made for her ass and her incredible legs. "Do you confess that you are a slut?"
"Yes, officer." Rose replied, grinning.
"Do you confess that you love the taste of pussy?" Amy ordered.
"Yes, officer!" Rose shouted. She was getting close again.
"And do you confess that you enjoy being grinded upon by an officer of the law?" Amy ordered. She was shouting now.
"Yes, officer, I fucking love it!" Rose shouted. She was enjoying role play. Amy's grinding became more furious as both girl's neared their second orgasm. This one they shared. Their screams met in the air, as did their pussies. They held onto each other tightly as their orgasms flowed through them. When they subsided, both girls lied down. They were sweating intensely and their breathing was erratic. "Best. Hen night. Ever."