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To Serve and Protect
by SueNH (suenh@aol.com)
***
A traffic stop turns into a hot sexual encounter and
ultimately, no ticket is issued. (MF, oral, anal, voy)
***
Author's Note: This story is, of course, for adults
only -- so don't read it if you don't think you can be
mature about it. Reading and writing these stories
should be acts of fantasy, and I hope that you can keep
your notions of real and fantasy life separate in your
mind. I know I can.
If you would like to let me know what you think, or if
you have a follow-up fantasy (which is something that I
REALLY like), you can reach me at SueN@AOL.com. This
story was really begun in "Sue's 2nd: On the Dock," and
is continued latter on in Sue's 11th: Film at Eleven."
***
After a couple of days at the vacation cabin in the
back woods of Maine (see "On the Dock," which is a
story that I posted previously), and plenty of
titillation and hijinx with my new friends from the
neighboring cottage, I have run out of groceries, so
I've gone off to the market in town.
I'm on the way back now, and I am really enjoying the
wild and free feeling that comes from zipping down the
dirt road in my Miata convertible. Wind flows through
my long blond hair, which streams out behind me.
My thin silk blouse is pressed against my chest, and I
can even feel the pressure of the wind buffeting
against the super-sensitive nerve endings in my
nipples. They are becoming quite erect, and looking
down, I can see all the detailed topography of my
nipples and aureole: the swells and bumps and even a
hint of the pink color showing through the sheer
material.
My attention to the road is tenuous at best, and my
arousal leads me to mentally relive some of the moments
I have spent during the past few days here in Maine.
That first day watching the clean-shaven neighbors
through squinted eyes as they played each other's
bodies like finely tuned instruments. Mmmm.
As these images cavort around in my mind, I'm feeling
sexier and sexier. I just have to play with my breasts
for a minute. The silk is plastered to me like a second
skin, and it feels unbelievably sensuous as use my left
hand to massage the firm and plump flesh of first one,
and then the other breast. The nipples get some needed
attention, being prodded and pinched and tweaked.
I can feel tickles of muted sexual energy radiating
down into the depths of my belly, and eventually I let
my hand slide down from my breasts, and then my fingers
thread themselves around the buttons and poke gently
into my belly button, stirring up more passion.
I'm struggling to keep some small portion of my
attention on the road, and I let my speed drop to a
more controllable rate. But I can't resist letting my
hand continued to slide further "south" until it hooks
around the hem of my short skirt, and upwards toward
the moistening target. My thighs part as much as they
can under the cramped circumstances, and the edge of my
skirt blows up in the wind so that I have free access
to the crotch of my panties.
Even before my fingers reach all the way up to my
satin-covered cunt, I know that they will be greeted by
a spreading wet spot, and that certainly turns out to
be the case. If it wasn't for the wind, I surely would
be inhaling the sultry aromas of my juices.
I start by sliding my index finger up and down through
the separating outer labia. The combination of moisture
and the red stain creates an incredibly friction-free
lubricant. And I discover that I can hook my finger
down and in so that the tip of my finger traces all the
way up from my asshole, pushed against the seat, and
then up into the entrance to my vagina, over my
urethra, and then finally popping over my clitoris.
Repeating this motion several times, I find my entire
body twitching each time that my fingertip bobbles my
clitoris, and this results in a little swerve of the
car. Fortunately, this road from the village to my
cabin is deserted and fairly wide, for I am straddling
and swerving around the imaginary centerline of the
gravel road.
Jeez, this is feeling good, and I am tempted to just
pull over to the side so that I can really masturbate
with vigor, maybe using both hands, one on my cunt and
the other massaging and twisting my tingling nipples. I
know that my clitoris and my breasts would feel
connected to one another in a triangular vortex, and
the raw sexual energy would echo back and forth among
these erogenous zones, strengthening with each
reverberation until I reach the crest of my orgasm.
As I think about what that would be like, and as I
continued to teasingly pluck at my clitoris as if it
was the string of a standup bass, I suddenly notice
that I am coming up on the driveway to the cabin, and I
need to pull my left hand up from my crotch to the
steering wheel so that I can turn my little sports car
into the driveway.
Once I've got it about 30 feet away from the road, I
turn off the ignition and tilt my head back on the
headrest, staring up though the thick branches of the
birches around me. The sound of the leaves rustling in
the wind, and the birds chirping away, is so relaxing
and mesmerizing.
I'm just about to fulfill my preconceived notion of
masturbating when I hear another car rumbling down the
dirt road. I know that I am hidden away here in the
driveway, but then I am even more surprised when the
sound of the car and the gravel let me know
instinctively that the car has pulled into my driveway,
right behind me. I whip my head around, simultaneously
pulling down my skirt, and look at the car that has
intruded on my space, and on my intended auto-erotic
plan.
It is a state police car. What the hell is happening? I
know that I wasn't paying very close attention to all
of my surroundings while I was driving, and it dawns on
me that the cop has been following me, and probably is
very upset at my erratic driving skills.
Several minutes pass, and I know from having gotten
speeding tickets that he is probably checking my plate
number through his computer. But it makes me feel tense
and fidgety to just sit there waiting, especially as I
have been so abruptly interrupted in my self-loving
lust.
I try to relax by gazing down my driveway, wishing I
was safe in my home where I could continue my plan in
peace and quiet. Finally I hear the car door open and
close. When I slowly turn my head to the left, I am
staring right into the black shiny belt of the cop, and
then I let my gaze scan upwards to his face way above
me. These little sports cars are so low, and he is a
magnificently tall and well built specimen of a law
enforcement officer.
When my eyes find his, I can see that they are not
locked on my eyes, but are instead wandering downward
to my chest and my breasts which are straining against
the white silk as my head tilts back. Surely my nipples
are jutting out and can be clear to his sight. Now his
eyes sweep further down and he must be looking at my
skirt.
When I too glance down at myself, I can see that my
attempt to pull down my skirt was only partly
successful. My panties are not visible, but most of the
rest of my thighs are. And I am startled to see streaks
of moisture tracing down on the surface of the skin,
reflecting the bright sunlight. These were obviously
painted onto my thighs by my fingertips as they were
hurriedly pulled away from my cunt. Is that what he is
looking at? Does he know where that liquid originated?
Is he imagining where those tracks of moisture lead as
they disappear under my hem?
"License and registration, please," he says, and I
think I detect a little catch in his voice. Perhaps
this situation makes him nervous too. I lean over to
the glove compartment, and I'm sure that he can see
from the smoothness of the silk stretched over my back
that I am not wearing a bra. Most men notice these
things. I pull the required items out of the glove
compartment, and reach upwards with my left hand to
give them to him.
As he grips the papers, I can see him take a deep
breath, and it seems likely that he can smell the
strong odor of my cunt on my fingers. Am I imagining
that his eyes are twinkling with his insights about my
behavior of a few moments ago. After all, it was only 3
or 4 minutes ago that I was firmly stoking my entire
cunt, and now I am giving strong hints to a perfect
stranger that I was just masturbating.
Handing my papers back to me, he proceeds to give me a
lecture about my poor driving, and he explains that
this could be very dangerous. But his tone of voice is
not harsh, or scolding, or condescending. He is
actually very gentle and compassionate, and his words
sound like sweet honey as they drip off his tongue.
I'm also becoming certain that he is going to let me
off without a ticket, which is a relief since I already
have too many other tickets. But then I am surprised
when he tells me that he suspects that I have been
drinking, and that it is his responsibility to check
that out. I feel like telling him that I am intoxicated
by wild sexual fantasies, but not by alcoholic
beverages. But I bite my tongue.
He asks me to step out of the car so that he can check
for open containers of booze. He steps aside as I open
the car door, and there is no way to avoid giving him a
big flash of my wet red panties as I swing my legs out
onto the driveway.
When I pull myself up into a standing position, he is
so close to me that I can't help but brush my breast
against his arm. My nipples are still hard little
nubbins, and they shoot little jolts of sexual charge
back into my tummy as they pop over his sleeve one by
one.
As I stand over to the side leaning languorously
against one of the big white birch trees, I watch him
slowly circle the car, and when he gets around to the
passenger door, he opens it and bends down and picks up
a stack of papers from the floor of the car. As he
flips through the pages, I am trying to remember what
those papers are about. Oh yes, I remember!! Those are
the printouts of all of the erotic fantasies that I
have posted to alt.sex.stories on the Internet. Is he
reading closely enough to get the drift of the
narrative?
He tells me that he is sure that this is my writing,
since my name "Sue" is on each of the stories as well
on my license. Then he surprises me further by telling
me that he has been an enthusiastic admirer of my
stories as he has been reading them on the 'Net ever
since I started posting them. I'm not sure whether to
be embarrassed or proud, but it certainly brings a hot
flush to my cheeks.
Before I have a chance to figure out how to respond to
his revelation, the officer starts asking more
questions about my bad driving. He asks if I have any
explanation, or do I always drive like that? I start by
telling him that my mind was preoccupied, but he claims
not to be convinced. Most people have a lot on there
minds when they are driving.
He says that still doesn't explain the sudden little
jerks of the car that appeared almost rhythmic. God!
I'm becoming more certain that he knows what I was
doing, for he has had plenty of hints: the smell of my
fingers... my hard nipples... my raised skirt... the
streaks of my cunt juices on my thighs... the stack of
stories that reveal my fascination with wild and erotic
sex... and of course the details of how badly I was
driving. Of course he knows - cops aren't stupid, are
they?
He knows, but I realize that he wants me to admit it
out loud. He's not going to let me just slink away to
my cabin. What the hell, I'll give him what he wants,
and maybe more than he knows!
So I tell him about how my mind was fixated on some
wild sexual escapades that I had experienced recently.
How the wind and sun pouring into the convertible had
made me feel so aroused. How I had fondled my own
breasts and pinched my nipples. How I had then reached
under my skirt and caressed my cunt through my panties.
How I had been so wet. How the strums of my fingertip
over my clitoris had caused me to jerk the steering
wheel around. How I had finally reached my driveway and
had expected to have the chance to complete my
masturbation.
"I'm sorry that I interrupted you," he says with a
kindly grin on his face. Of course you should be sorry,
I think. For now I'm feeling thoroughly frustrated and
impatient with what has happened.
"Well," he says, "it is my sworn duty to the state of
Maine and all of the people therein to serve in
whatever ways are needed. So please let me serve you so
that your frustration can be relieved."
"It's about time you offered," I say. And with that I
reach out to him and give him a deep-throat-french-
kiss, wrapping my arms and one leg around him.
Everywhere that I touch him he is all muscles and
equipment. Gun, badge, belt, nightstick, handcuffs...
and underneath. There is obviously a wonderful hunk of
a man. Trim and strong, clean-cut and young. Just the
way that I like them (or at least half the time.
Sometimes I like the wild and scruffy looking. But that
is another story).
When he starts to slide his hands down my back and into
the top edge of my skirt, I pull away and walk over to
the front of the car and hitch up my skirt and tuck it
into the waist band. Now he can finally see my red
satin panties. I grasp both sides of the front of my
blouse and pull it open, popping open all of the
buttons.
My breasts flash into view and bobble around as I next
reach down and repeat the caresses that I had start in
the car earlier. First my breasts and nipples. Then my
crotch from asshole to clitoris. I am staring hard into
his eyes, which fluctuate back and forth from my face
to my cunt. After a dozen or so strokes, I reach both
hands to one of my hips and grasp the elastic top of my
panties and pull the material hard. This pulls the
crotch up hard into my cunt, which both hurts and
tingles.
Finally the satin gives and shreds in my hands.
Instantly I turn to face the windshield and lean
forwards, walking my hands up the shiny white hood, and
then up the windshield. This forces my torso to drop
forward and my nipples come into contact with the
metallic hood.
Warmth from the engine radiates out and up into my
nipples, and I slide my shoulders side to side, which
drags my nipples around on the hood. My face rests on
the windshield glass, which I kiss and lick
suggestively. Reaching behind me, I flip up the back of
my skirt to reveal my torn panties and my smooth, tight
rear.
As I let my body down further onto the hood and reach
back up to the top of the windshield, I ask him if he
is ready to fulfill his promise to serve the public
good. I try to use my most sultry, gravelly voice, and
I slowly wag my ass in the air.
Over he walks, and then he gets down on his knees
behind me and pulls my panties halfway down the one leg
which is still inserted into the torn garment. I can
feel the wetness of the satin dragging down my inner
thigh. He places his hands on the rounded curves of my
ass.
A few seconds of a deep massage, and then his thumbs
maneuver further into the crack of my ass and lightly
over my ass hole. I pull my knees up onto the hood off
to the sides near each headlight. Arching my back more
thrusts my ass higher into the air. I can feel his
breath on my open wet tissue. He repositions his hands
so that he can use his finger tips of both hands to
rake up through my cunt, sliding between the inner and
outer lips and rattling over my distended clitoris.
Then he uses a thumb and forefinger of each hand to
grip each of my outer labia and pull them outwards. As
he does this, he gently rolls and pinches the flesh
between his fingers. That feels so good, and I can feel
my breath becoming shorter as I start to really get
into this attention. With my lips pulled so wide apart,
I know that every fold and recess of my inner cunt is
completely revealed to him. His hot breath blowing over
my cunt is letting me know that his face is getting
closer and closer.
When is he going to kiss me? When is he going to really
start the work of serving my needs? NOW!
I feel just the very tip of his tongue make contact
with the very tip of my hard clitoris. It sends a jolt
up through my cunt and it makes me involuntarily push
my ass back into his mouth. He doesn't back away at
all. It feels like his neck and back are fixed in
place, so that I can push my cunt against his face
without any recoil on his part. He keeps his tongue
pointed and long, and I begin to shimmy my hips around.
His nose is now prodding into the rosebud of my
asshole, which feels good too. I rotate around so that
his immobile tongue flicks over my clitoris, and into
my cunt, and back and forth, again and again.
Occasionally, I impale my asshole an inch or so onto
his tongue, and he seems to not object to this
forbidden area. I'm getting so hot, and I'm no longer
sure if the engine heat is radiating into me, or visa
versa. My breasts are squashed into the metal, and my
squirming around is giving my nipples a good workout.
My cheeks are sliding on the glass, lubricated by my
sweat.
Since he is not moving, thereby letting me control the
tempo of things, I try my best to prolong the wonderful
feeling of the buildup to my orgasm. But eventually, I
can't resist the temptation, and increase the speed and
the hardness of my thrusts, and the cop gets the
message and begins to lap his tongue up over my clit
with short, rapid flicks.
Instantly I am roused into a smashing orgasm. It is the
kind of orgasm that I only get if I've been stimulated
and unfulfilled for a long time. I'm sure that it was
more than an hour ago that I started playing with
myself. Finally my time has come. I'm grunting and now
I'm even emitting a rising scream of pure bliss that
echoes through the forest. I've stopped all movement of
my ass, and he is now gradually slowing the pace of his
lapping. This is a man who knows how to read the needs
of a woman. His timing is perfect.
And just as I am starting to calm down, he lets go of
my labia and grasps my hips, gently maneuvering me
around so that I am sitting on the hood of the car.
Leaning back onto my hands, with my feet spread on
either side of his shoes. I watch as he unbuckles his
belt and drops his array of hardware to the ground.
Then he unzips his fly and pushes his pants and boxer
shorts down to his knees. Up pops his cock, which is
completely erect. It is beautifully shaped, like a
perfect Greek sculpture. And it is big. As big as any I
have seen before, maybe 10 or even 11 inches long.
Curving upwards like a sword. It twitches and throbs,
only a few inches below my face. The head glistens with
a sheen of precum, and as I watch, a large drop of
crystal clear come forms at the open tip.
I lean forwards and lick all around the purple head,
leaving my hands behind me for support. The slightly
salty precum is eagerly lapped up and savored on my
tongue. I know that there is no way that I am going to
be able to take this whole cock into my mouth, but I
suck around on the head for a while. Then I lift my
head and pull my hands up to grasp and squeeze this
magnificent tool. I can't reach my fingers around its
girth. With a cock this big, what need does he have for
a night stick!
I pull the length of his cock down to the valley
between by breasts, and pull the silk material of my
blouse in and around his cock. With my palms on each
side, I push the fullness of my breasts inward,
surrounding his cock with firm, warm flesh and sheer
silk. This creates a sort of lubrication.
He knows what to do, and starts to pulse his hips back
and forth, which slides the length of his cock up
through my cleavage. Appearing out of the folds of the
silk, the tight-skinned head rises up towards my face,
and I am able to flick my tongue over the head each
time it comes up.
He puts his hands on my shoulders and massages the
knots in my neck with his strong fingers. What a
generous man I have lucked upon. I feel a surge of
gratitude and warmth, and I want to really make this
fuck the best of his life. And I want to be more in
control.
So I pull back and twist away from him and stand up. I
ask him to sit on the hood of the car, and I get on my
knees and untie his shoes and pull them and his pants
off. He unbuttons his shirt. I reach up and grab his
cock and nuzzle his balls with my nose, and then lick
them and pull them one by one into my mouth. I let my
fingernails scratch very lightly over the taut skin of
his cock, and I can feel the ridges of veins, and I can
feel the heat from the blood surging through his cock.
Then I stand up and turn away from him. Just as I am
about to sit back onto his cock and impale myself, he
stops me, and asks me to give him his wallet from his
pants. Out of it he pulls a condom. He tells me that
his job is not only to serve, but to "serve and
protect." That's fine with me, and I take the rubber
and expertly pull it down over his cock. It is so full
of his meat, and it is so transparent that I can still
see every detail as if he wasn't wearing it at all.
Then I go back to my position straddling his thighs and
back my ass onto his monumental cock. As aroused and
stimulated as I have been for the past hour and a half,
I know that I should be able to accommodate his massive
tool. But it is so big that it fills me completely, and
I can feel the walls of my vagina stretch and tighten
down around his entire length.
Pretty soon, I am pumping up and down, and one of my
hands reaches between my thighs so that I can run my
fingers into the juncture of our sexes. The first and
second fingers form a vee that surrounds the base of
his cock as I piston up and down onto it, and I scissor
my fingers tightly together, squeezing hard onto the
slippery shaft My other hand travels further down into
the moist cauldron, and I begin to juggle his balls
lightly in my fingers.
Naturally, this kind of pressure and rubbing of his
cock and balls gives him very little chance to prolong
the build up. His hands come up to my hips and attempt
to slow me down, but I ignore this signal, and even
increase my cadence. And in only a few seconds, he lets
out a low rumble from his throat as his orgasm arrives.
Now his hands grip my waist more firmly, and he uses
his brawny strength and his passionate lust to totally
dominate my movements. He picks me up and forcefully
drops me back down onto his lap repeatedly. My feet no
longer touch the ground at all. I almost loose my
balance, but his grip on me is enough to keep me
upright.
His rumble becomes a roaring crescendo, and his hips
become unrooted from the hood of the car, and begin
thrusting upwards into my wide open cunt. I can feel
the spasms of his cock in my vaginas as he squirts jet
after jet of fiery come deep into my belly. I'm so full
of his cock, and the tip of the condom is now filling
up, making his cock effectively longer.
I'm sure that I can feel the swelling balloon inside
me. I continue to play with his balls, milking the come
out into the shaft, and then squeezing with my fingers
around the base to force it all the way up and into me.
When his thrusting and moaning subsides, I hop off of
him and turn around. I watch for a few seconds as his
cock continues to twitch, and as it starts to loose a
little of it's size, I grasp the lower edge of the
condom and carefully pull it off, making sure that most
of the semen stays inside the tube. Standing back up, I
observe the incredible quantity of come that he has
ejaculated. It is so hot, and pearly white.
I bring the condom up to my breasts, pushing aside my
open blouse. And then I squeeze the tip of the condom,
pushing the come out onto my chest When I have gotten
most of it out, I massage the cream into my skin. There
is plenty enough to completely drench both of my tits
and all the way down to my navel, and it is wonderfully
greasy and kind of stringy.
When I am completely lubricated with this natural and
organic skin ointment, I button up my blouse and pull
down my skirt. The silk is plastered to my chest, and
is as transparent as his condom was, showing my nipple
nubs and the bumpy aureoles. My torn panties are still
around my ankle, and I step out of them and give them
to the cop as a memento.
I reach out my hand and draw him to his feet, and as he
pulls up his pants and grabs his belt of police
equipment, I lead him over to his cop car and open the
door for him. As I gently push him down into his seat,
I lean over to give him another lingering French kiss.
Adieux, my modern knight in shining ardor. Yes, this is
one of the good guys of the world. It is his job to
serve and protect. And it is a job well done.
END
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a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
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