From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Cop  (MF, cons) [1/3]
Date: 5 Nov 1996 23:13:34 GMT

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			       The Cop
			       Part One

	Drunk and horny... weaving homeward after work...

	The lights don't get your attention, but the siren finally
does, you pull over to the side of the road barely missing a sign
post. A quick look into your side view mirror (tall officer
approaching, gun holster at one hip, dark sunglasses, medals lined
across one breast, confident stride in tight pants and high boots,
traffic book in one hand, the other hovering near the pistol grip) and
you flip down the visor to adjust your hair in the mirror.

	The window glides down, I lean in checking to make sure your
hands are in view (they are on the steering wheel) and no weapons are
in sight (I notice that you are sweating slightly despite the cool air
escaping the air conditioned vehicle). "May I see your drivers
license, vehicle registration and proof of insurance please, ma'am,"
my firm, professional voice _tells_ you.

	"Sure," and you reach over and open your purse, hand thrusts
into it - I tense! Right hand on the pistol grip, restraint off...
eyes are watching you closely for any threatening moves, could be a
weapon in there (the back of my mind registers your lithe body, the
curve of your breasts in the tight dress you wear). "Here you go," and
you hand over the papers.

	My eyes look at your face (pretty) and I clamp down on an urge
to touch your hair, I feel the sudden desire to run my fingers through
it. I see your eyes move from my half hidden face, noting the strong
features and moustache below the dark lenses. They quickly move down
to a powerful chest and further to a bulge just in view at the edge of
the window and your sight. You silently swallow. I see your eyelids
droop a bit and sense that perhaps something is not right.

	"Do you know why I pulled you over?" I ask.

	"No - was I speeding or something?" you reply quietly.

	"You were driving erratically... you nearly ran into that sign
when you pulled over," a thought occurs, "have you been drinking?" I
ask. I see your body tense suddenly. My eyes drop to your neck, I see
you swallow again. A single drop of sweat rolls down, my eyes
follow... it passes into the open front of your dress, I look at the
tops of your breasts, a certain amount of cleavage draws my attention.
You take a breath, I want to look more but I quickly snap back to the
situation in the foreground as you speak.

	"Well, I did have just one drink at the office before I
left... I was, it was a going away party for som- my boss and that's
all," you quickly reply.

	"I'll have to ask you to please step out of your car," I say.
Looking over my shoulder at the traffic I suggest, "Please use the
passenger door," and I walk around the back of the car to that side.
You roll your eyes up, "shit!" You slide over to the other side of the
car and open the door.

	I am standing a bit back from the door when it opens.

	Your high heeled legs swivel out into view; having slid across
the seat your dress has ridden high up your legs, mid-thigh. I am
afforded a glance of the tops of your sheer stockings. As you step out
and up, the dress falls gently into place. My eyes work upwards and
against my will a small grin makes its way to my lips. The dress
tightly hugs the curves of your very sexy body from above your knees
to the wide collar that first drew my attention. You see me standing,
somewhat relaxed at the side of the car, the ticket book is on the
hood of my squad car and my arms are crossed.

	You look at my face and ask "What should I do now?"

	I remove my glasses, my deep blue eyes look at yours steadily.

	"Please walk, arms out at shoulder height, one foot in front
of the other on the line, walk towards me and keep looking into my
eyes please."

	You look down quickly and see that you are standing on the
line marking the edge of the road and the shoulder.

	You put your arms out and lock eyes with mine. You begin with
your right foot and walk step by step towards me. Your first step is
just a tiny bit shaky but the next two are firm and steady. Your eyes
are locked into mine. There is no traffic on the road, rush hour is
over a long time ago. There is no wind apart from a slight breeze.

	I watch you walk, outta the bottom of my sight I can see your
feet in motion, you are just at the edge of the roadway and the soft
shoulder. My eyes are locked onto yours but I can see your figure
clearly and I feel tension lower in my body. You come closer, step by
step.

	Suddenly, just a few steps from me, your left heel misses the
edge of the road and your tumble, falling towards the shoulder. I
reach out and grab one hand as you fall. You spin around as I pull you
towards me, my other arm curls around your waist as I tug you upright
and against my firm body. Your hair smells wonderful.

	Your stomach firm and taunt under my arm. You regain your
footing and slide your body upright against mine. My hardness rubs
between the cheeks of your tight buns. You turn around, my arms still
around you.

	Your face is two inches from mine. In your four inch heels
your lips are even with mine. Our eyes rapidly lock again, I can feel
your wonderfully hard nipples against my chest even though all the
layers of cloths.

	Your body is hot against mine - we both breath in at the same
time. You feel me hard against your abdomen.

	"Are you-"

	"I'm sor-"

	We both speak at the same time.

	"Are you o.k. ma'am?" as I release you and you take an
involuntary step backwards.

	"Yes, I'm fine. Thank you." Your look breaks from mine as I
snap my glasses open and put them on again.

	"I'm sorry ma'am, but I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to have
a seat in the back of my car."

	"What's wrong... I just slipped on the edge of the road!"

	"I'm sorry ma'am, please." I point, hand outstretched.

	"Can I get my purse first?" you ask, obviously getting pissed.

	"Of course," I reply and put my arm down.

	You walk to the car, my eyes on your ass as you lean into the
car and get the purse and keys. I am already speaking into my shoulder
microphone, telling dispatch to send a tow truck to my location. I see
you smooth your dress down as your walk to the back of my card.

	I open the door and let you in. You sit sideways, then turn
one leg at a time into the car. I do not fail to note your legs again
as they swing in. I ask for your purse and keys then I the car door,
you notice it is the type that cannot be opened from the inside. I
walk around to the front of the squad car and get in.

	When I can see, you adjust the front of your dress, exposing a
bit more cleavage and adjusting your breasts upwards in your bra. Your
fingers feel your hard as bullets nipples and leave them pushing
against the thinner, lacy material at the edge of the bra.

	I enter the car, putting my ticket book on the passenger seat.
The tow truck is pulling up in front of your car. The driver having
just got on the freeway two exits back - timing perfect. When the
driver comes to the window, I give him your keys and give him the
impound papers. With a wave he heads towards your car and a job.

	We merge swiftly with traffic and accelerate quickly out of
the city.

	"You know that driving under the influence of alcohol is a
serious offence don't you?" I ask.

	"Yes, but I'm not drunk!" you state.

	"You'll have to take a breathalyser test to prove that."

	"Shouldn't you give me that right away?" you asking
remembering the story a friend told you about when he was busted.

	"The highway is not the best place to do this, my car is
causing gawkers to slow down and potentially cause accidents."

	You recall that there was nearly no traffic on the freeway
when we pulled away. You are finding that you may not be able to keep
up the "straight," talk much longer. You are drunk and you know I know
it. Much worse, you are so horny, you are so hot for my body that you
are finding it uncomfortable to sit still.

	You desire to find the extent of the bulge in my pants.

	You brush your fingers against your lower thigh and feel a
rush up your body.

	"If you'd like I can administer the test at the next exit," I
offer

	"That would be good," you reply.

	I pull off three exits later. It is an exit on my route. It is
very rarely taken as it leads to a factory packing lot that is no
longer operating. The sun has sunk below the horizon and the orange of
the eve casts a colorful sky as we pull into the parking lot and head
behind the large factory building. I am breathing slightly faster,
sweating a bit. I call into dispatch and report that I am driving you
to a hospital at the other side of town for a blood test for alcohol
level that you requested, as is your right. The bulge in my pants
makes it hard to sit still also. I keep thinking of the tiny bead of
sweat that rolled down your sweat neck... The car stops.

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Cop (MF, cons) [2/3]
Date: 5 Nov 1996 23:14:13 GMT

	I turn off the lights and the car, turn down the police radio.
I pick up a fresh breathalyser from the box on the passenger side
floor. I open my door and step around to the back of the car. I tear
open the plastic bag and then open your door.

	"Please come to the edge of the seat here please."

	You slide over, this time not caring when the your dress rides
up over the tops of your stockings, garter straps just barely in view.
You place one foot on either side of me and slip to the edge of the
seat.

	You slowly, tantalizingly lick your upper lip with a very wet
tongue.

	"This is our model 14-AT Breathalyser,"

	Taking a slow, deep breath, you breath in through a gently
shaped O, blinking a few times quickly. Your hands reach out and grasp
either side of my hips. I hesitate in my delivery. One hand reaches
the buckle on my belt and unfastens the quick release with a <snap>
and you let the belt gently to the ground.

	"You have to hold the device like so,"

	Both hands undo the belt around my waistband. With a snap, the
button on my pants is undone. You can see my muscled abdomen flex
once, twice as I take two quick breaths. <Zip> and the fly on my pants
is open, you tug them and my black bikini briefs to the ground
unconsciously licking your lips again. You can feel the heat between
your legs increasing.

	"Then insert this end into your mouth,"

	Your hands push up my shirt tails revealing a washboard like
abdomen. You look upwards at my chest, then into my eyes as I look
down to you. You then place a soft, wet kiss just below my belly-
button. There is a tiny spasm across my body. You place kiss after
kiss across my lower abdomen. One hand cupping a cheek of my ass, the
other moving up one of my thighs.

	Your tongue works figure-eights just as your suddenly brush
against my erect cock. Without pausing you turn your head and run your
lips along my long shaft, your tongue along the bottom. Back and
forth, you do this four times. Your lips are wet as my cock, the head
getting larger yet.

	You turn your head again, offering me no recovery time and,
with both hands on my hips, fingers against my ass, you shape your
mouth into an "O," and begin with sucking the head of my cock.

	You give a few cursory short strokes, then without warning
suddenly, smoothly, swallow the entire length of my cock... inch after
inch disappears quickly into your hot, slippery mouth. Stopping only
when your lips reach the base of my penis, you bob up and down a short
distance for a few brief seconds then withdraw, your tongue flicking
the underside of my cock as it slides free from your mouth. As my cock
leaves your mouth, you tilt your head back, mouth still open. A tiny
bit of saliva strings from the tip of my sleek member to your bottom
lip. You look up and realize that not only haven't I moved my hands
but haven't taken a single breath since the two aforementioned ones.

	A smile breaking across your face momentarily "Then you have
to blow it until I ask you to stop," I say in auto-pilot mode - text
from a manual unscrolling before my sub-mind.

	You hold my cock with one hand, stroking it a bit as you lick
my balls. Your hot breath combined with quickly cooling moistness from
your tongue is a fantastic feeling, my breathing returns - it is rapid
and shallow. My eyes close slightly.

	You then return to sucking my cock. Sometimes flicking your
tongue on my swollen head. Mostly skipping worthless playing and
teasing and sliding your lips along my hard shaft, your tongue
caressing the underside as you do. I begin to rock my body a bit,
helping thrust myself into and out of your mouth. A steady rhythm
begins. Your hands pulling my body towards you. Your fingers sometimes
running up and down the backs of my thighs.

	"Stop," I whisper

	You stop suddenly. I hold my breath. You swallow my cock in
it's entirety - hold the position, tongue working magic. Then you
slowly, carefully pull your mouth away from my cock.

	As you do, my hands drop the breathalyser to the ground and go
to your shoulders. I drop to my knees slowly, bringing my face toward
yours. Eyes closing as I approach, I kiss you gently once. Our eyes
closed and on my knees, I kiss you deeply, our tongues exploring each
other's mouths. We kiss once more, lips apart, tongues darting between
our open mouths. My hands have moved from your shoulders, one finds
the front of your dress and a finger traces the path once taken by
"lucky," sweat. I find the button there and unsnap it easily. Another
unsnaps as easily. I kiss your cheek, then your chin. My tongue licks
there, then lower as I find your neck. Kiss along your neck cause you
to throw your head back. My hands caress your breasts through the thin
material of your dress and I can feel your nipples under my palms
through your bra.

	You exhale with a sound I cannot put in words. My kisses find
an ear lobe and a nibble gently. My hands pull at your dress and I'm
please to find it slipping easily from your shoulders. Your hands help
pull it to around your waist. My kisses and licks rapidly drop from
your ear lobe, to your neck again, across to your shoulders. My hand
caresses your breast again, harder this time. Then I use a thumb and
finger to gently pinch your nipple.

	With a sudden movement, I tilt head up and kiss you again,
deeply, wetly, while both hands quickly unsnap your bra from up front
and I push the material aside as your tits fall free. I pull my tongue
from your hot mouth and with it still wet with out combined taste I
lick a hardened nipple. Two long stokes across your nipple and atop
the tip, caressing your other breast.

	I'm pleased to find them not only perfectly sized but quite
firm. Then I take and gently squeeze your tit and put the nipple into
my mouth. Sucking on it, my tongue flicking at it's tip.

	Pushing your tits together momentarily, I lick from one to the
other which I take in hand and press it's nipple into my mouth.
Sucking alternately gently then strongly. A hand sneaks out and I
squeeze your ass. One of your hands is in my hair the other is on the
roof of the inside of the car.

	I place kisses between your breasts more frequently now. Still
occasionally pinching a nipple I switch from breast to breast, my
kisses forming wider circles now. Finally, as I sense the right time I
begin with kisses between your breasts then I lower my head and kiss
down your stomach. You lean back in the car, one hand now pushing my
head down. I respond by moving quickly down your abdomen to your belly
button. My hands at your waist, I tug at your dress. You put your feet
on the edge of the car door and lift yourself a bit up as I pull the
rest of the dress under your ass.

	A moment later it has joined my gun belt and breathalyser on
the ground.

	Your legs have found their way to my shoulders, your heels
brushing against my hips. I kiss the insides of your legs. I hear your
make a soft moaning sound and see one of your hands rub gently between
your thighs.

	I kiss higher and lick my way up between your thighs.

	You remove your finger, sticky and sweet smelling. I kiss and
suckle it just so briefly. Your other hand pushes my head between your
legs. I make a single, long wet lick from just above your asshole to
the tip top of your slit. You quiver gently but suddenly. My hands are
under each ass cheek and I have your ass lifted off the car seat.

	I kiss your clit very wetly. My tongue darts out and begins to
work circles around it. I slip my tongue lower into your pussy. It is
very wet and hot. I like long steadily paced stokes up and down. I
sometimes pause briefly to lick the sides of your innermost thighs.
Following your gyrations I lick across your tight asshole.

	Finally I lower your ass onto the seat. Then I move to the top
of your pussy and suck on your clit. I put a finger at the opening of
your pussy and rub it up and down a bit, poking inward slightly as my
lips and tongue work madly, persistently on your hardened, wet clit.

	I push my finger inward. You easily accept it. I begin by
sliding in and out, then I turn the finger upwards and begin rubbing
the upper side of your insides, feeling for the hardness there. I feel
you squirming around and nearly can't suppress the smile.

	I change pace as I feel you do the same.

	You pull my hair a bit. I look up somewhat, still licking your
clit.

	"Please... " you whisper loudly

	"come on... " you say, more breath than voice

	I slow my pace... I stop, withdraw my fingers. Then getting
upright on my knees I remove my shirt as you move your legs into
position. I hold my cock against your pussy.

	"Please!" you say and rock your hips to push against me. I
push my cock into your soaked, slippery pussy.

	Your heat envelopes my hardness. I pull back a touch then push
in again harder. You are so wet then I slid in effortlessly. We both
gasp. I sink in to the hilt.

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Cop (MF, cons) [3/3]
Date: 5 Nov 1996 23:14:50 GMT

	My cock fills your pussy. I begin with strong, steady strokes.
Each is from the very tip of my head and as deeply as I can. We spare
no time with gentle prodding. My hips swivel and rock, your body
grinds sensuously against mine. Sweat trickles down across my chest.
Muscles heaving. Your hands hold the sides of the seat. Occasionally I
see you hold a breast or pinch a nipple - this makes me ever more
excited.

	You feel my balls slap against your ass and it excites you
too. I slow my pace now, move my face down and kiss you, then I kiss a
nipple, taking it in my mouth and biting delicately. I can feel you
pressing your clit against the muscles in my abdomen and I move to
accentuate the feeling.

	The heat, wetness and intensity increases. My hardness fills
you again and again as your slippery warmth surrounds me.

	Suddenly it comes to me - I'm supposed to be arresting you!
You have disobeyed the law - you were driving drunk.

	I stop my thrusts quickly. You look up at me, expectantly but
nervously (what? done already?).

	"Outta the car!" a bit more forcefully then I planned.

	You look at me questioningly.

	"Come on, now," and I get up. I step outta of my pants (and try
not to look silly in socks, shoes and a hardon). You get out of the
car shyly. I reach down and pull you up, I kiss you again once
quickly. Then I walk you to the back of the car (you in just heels,
stockings and garters look devastatingly sexy).

	"Assume the position," I order (a smile breaks across our
faces) and you bend incitingly over the still sunwarmed trunk of the
car. Your ass you push into my midsection. I place a hand on either
cheek and slid myself back into your still very moist pussy. In your
heels you are just the right height and there is no fumbling. I start
a bit slower, working up in pace.

	You have your hands spread out wide in front of you on the
hood, your hair falls off to one side and your back is sweaty and
arching with each other stroke. I fondle and kiddingly slap your ass
as I pump into your hot pussy.

	On a wild urge I put a finger forward into your mouth which
you suck on. Then with it very wet, I lick it once myself and then
begin to tease your asshole. You moan out loud. I continue my thrusts
but also push my finger just into your ass - enough to excite you.

	Our bodies thrust against each other. The thrusts are
perfectly in time. My balls are slapping rhythmically against your
clit. You feel a sensation deep within you beginning to unstoppably
race through your body.

	You "UmmmmMMM," out loud. I feel your pussy clench tightly
around my cock. You push up against me stronger.

	"Oh yes... Oh my god, oh my god," you start to say punctuated
with "UmmmmMMM's". "Come one baby, oh yeah"

	Suddenly you are seeing starts... Your eyes tightly shut, your
body spasms, and shudders and presses once tightly against mine. I
feel the flood of new moisture surround my throbbing cock. You stand
upright, against my chest, my hands come around and grab your breasts,
squeezing. You shudder again - the intensity is nearly enough to make
you collapse, your knees shake.

	I feel the suddenly intense pressure around my cock, the heat
increases even more then before, the increased moisture and your last
deep stroke has too triggered a sudden intense feeling in my groin.
You relax a bit and start to lean forward.

	"Oh man, damn, me too, come on," You and I thrust against each
other once more. Then you pull forward, pulling me out. I open my eyes
quickly. You have turned around and dropped down to a squat, on your
high heels, your face is just above my erect, gleaming cock.

	You grab my cock with your one hand, fondle my balls with your
other.

	"Come on me baby, come on, do it," you say, stroking my cock
rapidly.

	"Oh Yes!" I nearly shout and suddenly I can feel the pumping
from deep within me. I throw my head back once then look down as you
stroke my cock. You have tilted your head back and arched your back.

	My first spurt of sizzling hot cum hits you just below your
neck, the next one you aim lower and it splatters all over your left
breast. I feel the pressure continue and the next splash of cum is
almost precisely between your breasts, the next goes higher as you are
still stroking my cock and hits at the top of your chest. You pull me
closer and rub my cock's head against your nipples as the last two
spurts erupt white hot cum all over your tits.

	You stop stroking and guide my cock to your lips. You suck my
shaft once again into your mouth twice. It exits sleek and slippery. I
see the cum very slowly slipping down your out thrust breasts. You use
a finger to spread some of it around, then rub it into your breasts
very seductively. My knees are wobbling.

	You stand up, we kiss once more, much less deeply but no less
passionately. We taste each other and love the sensation. I pull away
(with a sucking sound -geez-) and then with the last of my strength I
pick you up and put you in the back of the squad car. I pick up all
our things and put them in the front seat. I help your out of your
stockings, heels and garters. We clean up a bit.

	I make a report to dispatch that I am investigating an alarm
at the old factory and will report back in at the end of my shift.

	I wrap my arms around you in the confines of the back seat. We
rest together that way for a hour and a half.

	We finally get up and get dressed. I drive you to your home,
stopping up the block so no one sees me drop you off. We kiss one last
time and I hand you your purse.

	"Your keys are inside," I tell you, explaining the delay
getting it to you. I watch you walk away and to your home. I smile at
a job well done.

				* * *

	You open your purse to fetch the keys, below them you find a
ticket for "Driving Under The Influence of Alcohol". Before cursing me
to hell and worse, you notice that it is dated one week from now. I
hope...