Blue Bloods Ch. 01: Frank's Birthday
It was Police Commissioner's Frank Reagan's birthday - not that that meant crime in New York City would take a day off. Frank's birthday was always a little bittersweet for him. His birthday made him think about his life, his accomplishments and his mistakes, his work for the NYPD and how much he missed his late wife Mary.
As he walked towards his office door, he was a little surprised to see his aide/detective Abigail Baker not at her desk. When she wasn't in his office for their morning meetings with Sid and Garrett (his two other most-trusted advisors), she could almost always be found there at her desk, practically handcuffed to the phone.
"Hmm...maybe she's just running late," Frank thought as he walked into his spacious office at 1PP.
Upon entering, though, he was surprised to see that Abi was already inside, sitting in her usual seat across from his desk.
"Good morning, Baker," Frank said, slightly confused. It was not like her to be waiting inside his office. The office of the PC was a sacred space in the world of the NYPD. Frank sat down.
"Good morning, Commissioner," Abi responded. Frank detected a little bit of shaking in her voice. She was nervous. Frank opted to not say anything, figuring that the silence would work just fine at getting Abi to explain herself.
"Happy Birthday," Abi continued. Frank was growing impatient and let out an audible harumph.
"Thank you. But enough of the formalites, Baker. Spit it out, you're nervous about something," Frank said.
She took a breath before responding, "I know that you didn't want us to make a big deal out of your birthday. It's just...it is kind of a big deal. I mean...I was just thinking..."
"You were just thinking what exactly?" Frank asked, a tinge of anger in his voice.
"I was just thinking...and, just so you know, Brian is completely okay with it," she said before taking another pause to gather her courage.
"Brian? Abi, what does your husband have to do with my birthday?" Frank asked, puzzled.
"For your birthday, I'd like to give you...a blowjob," Abi blurted.
Frank's furry eyebrows lifted well above his round glasses. He sat back in his seat and raised his hands to twiddle his thumbs, a move Abi had seen many, many times. It meant he was thinking.
Now it was Frank's turn to stammer.
"Well...uh...Abi, that's a very....kind gesture, but...I'm your boss," Frank said. Even as he spoke the words he knew he should speak, he couldn't help but feel the undeniable internal conflict of turning down a blowjob from his beautiful blonde subordinate.
"Hear me out, Frank. I know it's...been awhile. I mean, you rarely go out on dates. It's been a long time since you've had a girlfriend. You spend all your time here at 1PP. Unless you and Garrett are secretly lovers, let's be honest, you're not...y'know...getting any," Abi said.
"Baker, it would be completely inappropriate," he resisted.
"Like I said, I asked Brian last night and he said it would be an honor to have me...provide a service for the city. If you don't deserve a blowjob for all you do for the people of New York, I don't know who does," she insisted.
Frank sat back in his seat. It was hard to argue that he didn't work hard. And that he hadn't had any real sexual release in a long time. And Baker was hard-headed. That's why he trusted her so much. She had clearly given it a lot of thought.
Baker noticed that Frank was no longer arguing with her and had eased his shoulders. He was still in thought, but he was no longer fighting her. She had clearly won their verbal sparring. She stood up from her seat and walked behind her desk. Instinctively, Frank swiveled his chair towards her.
Abi dropped to her knees. She had put her hair up in anticipation, but was otherwise dressed in her usual formal clothes: a dark blue suit jacket, a starched white shirt, long dark blue slacks. She figured after this was done, she'd go right back to her usual duties. Frank would appreciate that integrity just as much as the blowjob probably.
She undid Frank's belt and then unzipped his pants. Frank was silent the whole time until she raised her hand to reach in his boxer shorts.
"Are you sure you want to do this, Detective Baker?" he asked.
"It will be an honor," she said, looking him dead in the eyes as she pulled out his hardening dick.
It wasn't the most impressive thing she'd ever seen. Her husband's was bigger in every way. But she wasn't really doing this for her own pleasure. She looked at his ballsack, wrinkled and hairy, kinda like his face, she thought.
She kissed along the sides of his dick for a while, letting it get harder in her hand as she stroked it up and down slowly.
"You've got a nice cock," she told him.
Frank leaned back in his chair, secretly hoping he didn't die of a heart attack while this was happening. That would be impossible to explain to the papers the next day.
Once his dick was nice and stiff, she took it in her mouth, resting her hands on his knees. Baker was an expert cocksucker, at least according to her husband. She knew guys loved it when she simply bounced her pretty face up and down, basically using her mouth like a pussy and taking in Frank's dick as far as it could go. As he wasn't too big, she had no trouble getting all the way up and down it.
The only sounds in the room were Baker's mouth sliding up and down Frank's shaft and the occasional low grumble of satisfaction from the Commissioner. It was a little awkward, thought Baker. She took her mouth off and started stroking him. Maybe some dirty talk would help things move along, she thought.
"Do you like this, Frank? Do you like my mouth on your cock?" she asked, spit hanging off the edge of her lower lip.
"Yes...I do," Frank grunted.
"Good. Enjoy it, Frank," she said, taking him back in her mouth. Up and down she went, deep-throating her boss for several minutes.
Frank panted, "Your shirt...Abi...can you...?"
She knew what he wanted. She stopped bobbing her head on his dick and unbuttoned her shirt. She tore off her blazer, tossing it in the corner and removed her blouse. Frank was impressed that she somehow kept his dick in her mouth the whole time, just letting her tongue do the work. She sat up.
"Bra too?" she asked.
"Yes, please," he said. She stopped sucking and undid her bra, letting her butter-soft tits out. Frank reached out and started playing with them. It had been a long time since he'd felt any.
"I know they're not big, but do you want to...?" she asked.
Frank nodded.
She moved herself closer to his lap and brought her chest up towards his dick, wrapping her breasts around it as best she could. She guided his dick up and down her cleavage and locked her eyes on his. She could feel his balls getting tight.
"You like this, Frank? You like titty-fucking me?" she asked.
He could barely answer, his breaths getting short.
"I know you do, Frank...don't worry, I like it too," Baker said before spitting on his dick to supply even more lubrication.
"Oh, Baker," Frank sighed with pleasure.
"You gonna cum on my face? C'mon, Frank...Make me pretty with your cum, cover my face," she said. The dirty talk was clearly working. Even Abi's pussy was getting a little moist. She knew she had to go for the kill.
"How about next time I let you fuck me, Frank? You want that? You want to bury your dick in my pussy? You want to fuck me from behind and pull my hair? You want to show me who's boss, Frank?" she said, never losing eye contact as she jerked off the Commissioner with her bosom.
Frank couldn't believe his trusted advisor could say such things.
"Oooh...I know what you want...I want it too...all three of you taking turns on me? You, Garrett, and Sid, taking turns in my pussy...you want to watch me get fucked?...I'd love it," she said.
"Oh, Abi..." Frank moaned. The friction between his dick and her cleavage plus the dirty talk was getting him close.
"It'd be so hot, Frank...you fucking me while they jack off...ooh, Frank...how about you fuck me in front of Brian? Would you like that? Do you want to make my husband watch you fuck me?...Mmm..Frank, come on,I want that load. Give it to me. Give me that jizz, Frank," she said.
Her urgings and dirty words were all Frank could take. He erupted mid-stroke, his jizz springing forth and landing on Baker's chin and tits. She smiled and used her finger to taste a little. Guys always loved that.
"Thank you, Baker," Frank said after regaining his breath.
"You're welcome, Commissioner," she responded, standing up to retrieve her top.
"Wait...what are you doing?" Frank asked.
"Um...well...I'm sorry...all that stuff I said...that was, y'know, just dirty talk...I thought you understood," now it was Abi's turn to be confused.
"I was taught a long time ago that it is ungentlemanly to receive and not give," Frank said, matter-of-factly. "Please," he said, urging her back to him.
"I'm sorry, Frank, I did tell Brian that it would only be a blowjob. I'm not even going to tell him about you touching my breasts..." she said.
"Baker, drop your pants and bend over my desk. And that's an order from your superior officer," Frank said sternly. Baker knew that he was serious.
"Frank..." she pleaded.
"Abi, you just drained my balls. I couldn't fuck you if I wanted to right now. But that doesn't mean I'm useless. Indulge me," Frank said.
Abi approached his desk and undid her pants, dropping them. She kept her white cotton panties on. Frank could see by the way they were clinging to her crotch that she was already a little damp.
"Lower your panties too and hand them to me," Frank said. She did as she was told and bent over, exposing her moist pussy. Frank took the panties and brought them to his nose, inhaling deeply.
"These I'm keeping," Frank said, stuffing them in his desk drawer.
Frank turned his attention back to Baker, who was bent over his desk. Still seated, he kissed her upper back thighs. Baker could feel his mustache rubbing against her skin. It tickled a little at first but as he kissed her, softly, she warmed to his face's touch. Frank let his hot breath warm her up more and began to kiss her pussy lips from behind.
"Oh, Frank," Abi sighed.
For the next several minutes, Frank kissed her pussy gently, using his mustache to coax Abi's legs and thighs open. As good as Abi was at sucking dick, Frank was even better at foreplay, speeding up and then slowing down at just the right moments.
"Please, Frank, eat my pussy," Abi begged between heavy breaths.
Abi backed her pussy up into Frank's face, rubbing it, practically humping back towards his mouth and nose. Frank went to town now, using his tongue to lap at her cunt. Abi was in ecstasy, rubbing her pussy and ass in her boss's face.
Frank said something inaudible from behind Abi (as his tongue was buried in her snatch), but she had a feeling she knew what he was going to do next. She reached under herself and started rubbing her clit as he continued to eat her out.
"Go for it, Frank," she hissed. "Taste whatever you want."
Frank reached up and spread Baker's ass cheeks apart with his fingers. Just like he'd done with her pussy, he started with light kisses around on her butthole before flicking it with his tongue.
"Yes...that feels so good...lick my shitter, Frank," Baker said, "Taste my sweaty, tight hole." All the while, Baker continued to rub her pussy.
"You're so sexy," Frank responded. "I love hearing you talk dirty."
"I love your mustache in my ass," Baker said, nearing orgasm. "That's it, Frank. Lick my ass till I cum. Clean my shithole out. Keep going. Don't ever stop."
Frank stopped only to tell her how much he loved tasting her pussy and ass. He continued licking for several minutes, enjoying every second. He then moved his face away and inserted his big meaty pointer finger into her pussy. He pushed it all the way in and then pulled it back, slowly but with considerable force.
"Yes...yes...keep doing that..." Abi moaned as Frank finger-fucked her from behind and resumed licking her asshole. She continued, "Oh...Frank...that feels so fucking good...keep going."
Frank inserted another finger and drove them even harder and faster into the blond's pussy, in and out, enjoying the feeling of her moist tunnel.
"That's it, Baker. Cum on my fingers like a good girl," he ordered. Abi felt her knees getting weaker as she got nearer to climax.
"Oh, Frank...fuck...that feels so good...I am your good girl, aren't I?"
Frank continued to finger her and began humming "Happy Birthday" to himself. As he got closer to the song's ending, he fingered her harder and deeper.
"Ooh...I'm gonna cum..." she moaned, her legs straightening and then twitching as she let out a deep groan. Frank sopped up her juices with his mustache, kissing all around her pussy once more. She rubbed herself against his face and let him enjoy the taste of his labors.
She turned and kissed Frank directly on the mouth, another thing she had told herself she wouldn't do. This was supposed to be a charity BJ and it had turned into something far more. But it felt right. She'd make it up to her husband that evening, she thought, as she picked up her clothes.
"That was...unforgettable," Frank said, watching his subordinate collect her things.
"I'm glad I could be of service, Commissioner," Abi replied.
In light of the surprising and unexpected offer, Frank found himself considering Abi's proposition, acknowledging that it had been a long time since he'd had any real sexual release.
Reflecting on the unusual turn of events and the surprising dynamics of their professional relationship, Frank couldn't deny that Abi had managed to make him question his usual boundaries.
