Let's call her Nadja. She had just passed 40, divorced since several years and one adult son, living in Kiev. She lived alone, horny and intrigued by my uniform fetish, that much was clear. Nadja was the typical busty, broad ass lady from the east, nothing wrong with that. She came to Riga, officially for a visit to her sister, but in reality for sex. Now, she couldn't take her uniform with her, that wouldn't go through the custom in these days, but she compensated with a weekend for the books.

We didn't waste too much time on introductions. It was pretty much cock out and spreading legs from the beginning. We were fucking like crazy. She was a great fuck in that old fashion, pumping kind of way. I worked hard and she was definitely satisfied. Her orgasms had short fuses if I put it that way.

She also showed me pictures of her in uniform back home. She lived in a fairly large city in western Ukraine, working at a regional office for the militia. She handled personnel. Her uniform was the standard blue/grey militia and she carried it with style. You couldn't look like a slob at such a high office.

The funny thing was that she also showed pictures of her boss and best friend - Elina. She was a major with a big office. First I was confused. Why does she show me these pictures? Tanja was blonde, tall, busty and beautiful as a film star. Why would Nadja show me pictures of her when it was clear why she showed me pictures at all? I wasn't outspoken, but I started to feel very lucky about this.

Nadja went home and three weeks later I flew to Kiev and then took the train to her town. She met me in full uniform and I had my hand between her legs when she drove us back to her house. She still lived in a block of flats for officers in the Militia. Acaptain had two rooms and kitchen. We took a rough quickie from behind against the kitchen table, we both needed it. I held her uniform cap on during the action.

After a loud orgasm from me, we pulled apart and I loved how this elegant police captain pulled down her skirt with a red face but kicked away her panties. It wasn't finished yet, oh no. She kept her uniform on, only took off jacket and cap when she prepared food and we ate. I helped her with the dishes, she was very neat. I adored her uniformed body, her bust behind the shirt pockets, the broad hips. When he has finished the household thing, she put on jacket and cap again and she pulled me to the sofa and gave me a good blowjob before the second round started.

She understood the whole thing with my fetish better than most. She served drinks after the second round, still in her now not so elegant uniform. She was flushed in her face, with her hair ruffled up, still with the cap on. Jacket unbuttoned, shirt unbuttoned to her navel, her tie turned back over her back. She was staggering around, complaining about a rough day at work. Oh, I loved it and we had a third round before we went to sleep.

Next day was a Friday and she had to work, which actually made the whole thing more exciting. I had orders to buy more booze and so I did while I was looking at the town. Saw some of her colleagues moving around. When she came home I was waiting with a stiff cock in hand, but she was very strict. We were going to eat first because we were going to have a party. While she was preparing everything she told me stories about how she had sex in her job.

Her husband was now a general in the Militia, in Kiev. When they met she had been a young cadet at the officer's school in Minsk, and he was a captain. He used to fuck her regularly in uniform, often at work. He was quite corrupt and it happened that she was involved in that. Without her husband's knowledge, she had fucked a couple of black market guys. She told me that was a thrill, being used by the bad guys. Once she had fucked two of them in a forest, on the hood of a police car. They paid her like a whore.

"Shit", I said. "I would have liked to see that". She smiled. By now I was stroking my manhood in full view in the sofa. She corrected her uniform and pretended not to see. Instead, she said: "And then it was Elina".

"Elina, who"?

"Major Elina, my chief", she answered.

My cock almost exploded now. The head was blue by tension. Elina, she told, knew exactly what was going on between us and she wanted to join us next day. By now I was jerking off like crazy and she fixated her eyes on my progress while she was telling the story of beautiful, slutty Elina who fucked her way up in the ranks, including Nadja's husband. She wanted to be a model, but this was during the Soviet time and nothing came of that. If she was younger today she would probably make porn, Nadja thought.

By now I came, my man milk spurted like I never experienced before and she was laughing at me. The rest of the evening deteriorated into a drunken fuck fiesta where she ended up crawling on all four in only her uniform shirt, a shitfaced drunk, outfucked police captain crawling on her way back from duty. And still, there was more.

Elina was married, with one of the hot shots in local politics, a corrupt bastard the police knew everything about but no one could do anything about. Nadja told me that his downfall would be Elina, one day she would end the whole thing in a big scandal and take all the money. I loved her already.

She arrived after dark in the evening, but not alone. She had brought a younger fellow, one of her lovers - a boy with a horse dick, Nadja commented. Well, I didn't care, the beautiful Elina was there in full uniform and I was going to fuck her. It's one thing to have one policewoman in the room, a completely different thing with two in identical uniforms, two officers, two police chiefs, one with a higher rank than the other. My head was spinning.

The guy, let's call him Oleg, was a real treat, very potent and it didn't take long until he hauled out his snake, all 25 cm of it. It was beautiful. I was ready to take him by my self, but we had two cops to ravish and use. We put on some loud music before us men started to chase them around the apartment. They'd tried to argue with us first, arrest us, but it failed and now they were going to get cock. They tried to protest but that's very hard when your mouth is full of manhood.

We fucked them over the kitchen table, facing each other, so they could see what kind of respect we showed the police force. I took Elina in a missionary while I was opening her shirt and released her breasts. In the corner of my eye, I saw Nadja riding Oleg's big cock, sitting in a chair, her tits bouncing behind her uniform shirt. Later I came on her face, spoiling her tie and hair. Oleg was then fucking major Elina from behind, her rank on her shoulders flashing in the dimmed light. He came over her tits, shirt and jacket.

While we men relaxed our dangling cocks with vodka and manly comments, admiring our general manhood, our two police officers were staggering on their feet, trying to organize their uniform. They approached us a second time, trying to arrest us for assault and battering members of the police. It was great - never had that coming for you from a female cop with cum on her face? No, we wouldn't have it, so we committed our second felon - abuse and rape members of the police force.

When I emptied my balls and I pulled out of major Elina for the third time, I think. I put a hundred dollar bill in the breast pocket of her stained, blue uniform shirt. She smiled, kissed me and kept it without a blink.

Nadja did the same on the train station on the next Monday.