From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: A Demanding Cop
Date: 7 Jul 1996 21:49:48 GMT

			   A Demanding Cop

	I met Cal at a party, and though I found him attractive and
sexy, he didn't strike me as the type who could really take control.
I'm an executive at a large company and I make decisions all day long.
I've always got pressure on me - schedules, quotas, reports. It never
seems to stop.

	The one place I like to relax is in the sack. I like to lie
back and get fucked. I don't want to take the lead. I don't want to
initiate the sex or control it in any way. I like to go along for the
ride and get royally fucked. I'm not dead meat; I'm more like a
servant who will do anything he's told. But I need a man who will do
anything he's told. I need a man who takes over, who asserts himself
and demands hot screwing.

	The moment I saw Cal, I was turned on. But he seemed so sweet
and gentle that I knew we'd never connect in bed. We'd both be lying
there and waiting for the other guy to take the bull by the horns.

	After Cal left that night, one of my friends noticed that he'd
forgotten his coat. My buddy told me Cal's address and asked me to
take the coat over. I agreed, and after work the next day, I showed up
at Cal's apartment. He wasn't home, but since it was a beautiful
summer day, I waited on a bench outside the building.

	To my surprise, when Cal got out of his car and walked towards
the building, he was dressed in the uniform of a cop. A big billy club
swung at his side, and his delightfully tight pants clung to his
nicely shaped ass. I stood up, reminded him that I'd been at the
party, and explained about the coat. He thanked me and invited me up
for a drink.

	After a couple drinks, it was obvious that I was going to get
naughty with this guy. He knew it, too, and somehow he also knew about
my reputation as a man who liked to be taken by an assertive lover.

	Soon we were lying on the couch, necking and dry-humping. I
held his smooth ass and unbuttoned his cop shirt. I sucked his nipples
and kissed his big, hairy chest.

	Cal stood up, took off the billy club, and started rubbing it
between my legs. I just lay back, feeling defenseless, vulnerable and
very sexy. As he kept poking me with the club, Cal slipped his zipper
down and made me suck his long slender cock.

	Then he ordered me to stand up and face the wall. I did that,
then he kicked my legs apart and started searching me. He rubbed me
everywhere, except between the legs. I asked him what he was looking
for, and he said he was searching for a concealed weapon. Then he
grabbed me by the cock. I lurched forward. He grabbed me, forced me
into the bedroom, and locked the door behind us. He said it was time
for interrogation.

	For the next hour, Cal forced me to suck him off. Then he told
me to strip, and after I did, he pushed the billy club against my
asshole and over my balls. Before long he was squatting behind me,
filling my butt with his cock, making me suck and lick his club as I
did so.

	Since that day, we've seen more and more of each other. Cal
often fucks me now, always dressed like a cop. Sometimes he's gentle,
like a protective figure. Other times he treats me like a criminal and
forces me to submit to the most delicious sexual punishments.

	Our sex has been so good, and our relationship so strong, that
we've decided to share an apartment. We promised never to step out on
each other, but every time I see a cop in uniform, I nearly burst my
zipper with excitement. And when I got to a football game or
something, I almost cream my pants.