Frolicking Around in the Land of Oz

The people in this town think I’m nuts,
they just don't know how right they are.

People around me, give me my inspiration Officer M. Thanks for the story. No harmful intent is meant to anyone, this is just for simple pleasure. This story draws characters from real life, however the story itself is 100% fictional. This is the world of fantasy and fiction where the hidden corners of the psyche may be explored. (Plus I love messing with the minds of others...hehe)

Years ago I lost the ability to catch the type of fish I was after, so I devised a plan that involved using a different type of worm. That was where my neighbor became involved... she became my bait. She is young, pretty, thin, and has child-like qualities that my type of prey tend to desire. All I had to do was stick the hook down her throat and she would unknowingly help me vanquish my enemies. I no longer had to chase my prey, she would bring them to the surface for me and reveal their hiding locations. Then I could rob them of their wealth, or force them to perform sexual acts of humiliation.

Frolicking Around in the Land of Oz

Jay was in for what he thought was going to be a lousy weekend. Normally he spent his weekends patrolling the streets, preventing crime by spending most of his shift driving up and down well known streets. But for this weekend, he had agreed to change shifts with another officer who needed Wednesday and Thursday nights off to attend a meeting out of town.

He sat home alone, thinking about the different women he attracted just because of his uniform. Even though some of the encounters were frightening, it didn’t stop him from enjoying the job the loved. Occasionally he would spend most of his night shift posted at the local Q-Trip store watching the young girls come and go, flirting only with the ones who possessed young flirty girl-like qualities.

Officer Jay sat in the darkened room, smiling, thinking about a girl he had flirted with many times, when he was suddenly startled by a noise coming from his bedroom. Jay quickly rose, heart beating rapidly in his chest, took a deep breath and picked up his weapon from the coffee table. He heard footsteps coming his direction, so he quietly stepped behind a door going into the living room and waited on the intruder.

Jay was somewhat shocked when the intruder began walking into the living room. As the person came closer, he was surprised to see it was one of the girls he had flirted with at Q-Trip. She was dressed in low cut, tight fitting shirt and snug fitting jeans. He couldn’t help being turned on as he watched her stroll across the floor towards the kitchen, but then his officer training took effect and Jay stepped from the darkened corner.

“Put your hands where I can see them!” Jay shouted from the darkness.

All four foot, nine inches of Jennile froze.

“What are you doing in here?” Jay asked as he stepped towards her.

Jennile slowly turned around with a big naughty smile on her face, licked her lips, and stepped up to Jay, making contact with his body. “I just came by to say hello.”

Jay looked down at Jennile as she stared up at his 6’1”, 200lb body. He could feel the heat of her breath on his chest and it sent waves of pleasure descending deep enough to cause his cock to throb with excitement.

“How do I know you’re not here to rob or kill me?” Jay said with a slight smirk across his face.

“What do you want me to do? Take off my shirt to prove I’m not hiding anything?” Jennile giggled, took a step back away from Jay, and began removing her shirt. As Jay watched, she dropped it onto the floor, then removed her jeans and tossed them next to her shirt.

Jay began to smile. “That’s good, Jennile, but you might be hiding a weapon in your bra. So, I think you need to removed it, so I can make sure.”

Jennile unfastened the bra, and dropped it on the floor as Jay leaned forward to exam her lightly tanned nipples, and her smooth lean stomach. Jennile giggled like a schoolgirl as Jay ordered her down on her knees. She obediently knelt down in front of him. Jay reached down to her small petite body and stroked her pretty face and short black hair.

“I’m a bad girl. I need to be severely punished. Just please don’t take me to jail officer. I’ll do anything you want.” Jennile again giggled at the playful remarks.

Jay smiled and decided to play along with her little game. “All right, my little thief. Looks like I’m going to serve up a little harsh punishment. Unzip my pants.”

Her fingers lightly brushed against his semi-hardness, sending delicious tingles up and down Jay’s spine. Jennile swallowed hard as she reached her little hand inside his jeans. She could feel the soft cotton of his briefs, and the thick hardness of his cock underneath. Every movement of her fingers brought him pleasure as she slowly removed his cock. In her small hands, his cock looked like a monster, and she gasped when she saw its full length.

Jay grabbed the back of her hair and pulled her towards his cock. “Suck it for me you little bitch thief. And if you tell anyone, I’ll have you arrested for stealing.” Jay then pulled Jennile closer to his cock and ordered her to open her mouth. Jennile took his cock fully in her mouth without hesitation. Her tongue moved tentatively against the bottom of his cock, leaving a hot wet trail. Jay began taking short pants of air as he forced her head up and down his thick cock.

Unfortunately Jennile was much weaker than Jay and she couldn’t stop him from forcing his cock deeper into her throat. Jennile gagged and had to force herself back to keep from throwing up. Jay pulled his cock out of her mouth, grabbed her by her arm and pulled her to her feet. “Well, now little thief, that was a good start, but now put you hands behind your back.”

Jennile started to resisted, but with his strength he was able to quickly restrain her. He cuffed her wrists together and pushed her onto the couch so that she was kneeling on the cushions, her face pressed into the back of the couch.

“What are you going to ...” she tried to say, just as he pressed a washrag into her mouth. Jennile struggled to spit it out, but he was on top of her, easily holding her in place with one knee on her back.

Jay’s cock had softened a bit, but it quickly became rock hard again as he reached around her and pulled down her underwear. His eyes hungrily sucked in the sight of her firm young ass as he yanked her panties from her thin body. Jay slid a finger in between her legs and started rubbing his finger over her smooth cunt. He slid a finger into her opening and began rubbing it back and forth. Jennile squirmed, trying to let out small squeals of pleasure. His excitement began to build as he placed the head of his cock near her tight anal opening and began rubbing the head of his cock up and down.

Without a warning, Jay felt someone behind him, but didn’t have a chance to even turn around before he felt a object being smashed against his skull. He awoke to his head aching. He cradled his head in his cuffed hands as his eyes scanned across the darken room. He tries to struggle, but can’t move.

Part Two:

Officer Jay attempted to focus in on his surroundings when he noticed a chain secured to the wall above his head. It lead down the wall and attached to a set of leg irons on his ankles. He attempts to pull free, but all he manages to do is clang the metal loud enough that it alerted those who were holding him against his will.

A rather large woman around age 40 walked into the room, followed by Jennile being pulled along with a dog lease and collar around her neck. Jay immediately knew he was in trouble when he recognized the woman as a local psycho that he had previous encounters with.

The psycho woman walked towards Jay, holding a 12” hunting knife firmly in her hand. Jay began tugging fiercely at the chains as the large woman laughed uproariously at his frantic attempt to free himself. She bent down beside his body, stroked the top of his head and whispered, “Shhh, don’t make a sound, I’m not going to hurt you. For now. If you play real nice and do as I tell you, you’ll live to play another day. Do you understand me officer?”

“This fucking joke has gone to damn far! Take these damn cuffs and chains off me!” Jay shouted, and then yanked at the chains that confined him.

“Naughty, naughty officer,” the woman said shaking her head back in forth. “I guess I’ll just have to teach you a lesson about who is now in charge. You see this knife I’m holding? You know what I like to do with knives...remember....I like to cut things. Have you ever been cut officer?”

“No I haven’t you crazy fucking psycho bitch! And if you touch me with that damn thing I’m going to blow you head off when I get out of here!”
The psycho woman laughed loudly and then pulled on the lease in her other hand, making Jennile yelp loudly as she stepped forth. “Use this knife to cut away all his clothes,” she ordered. Jennile quickly took the knife from her hand and stepped towards Jay. She cut his sleeves all the way to his shoulders until she was able to remove the shirt from over his head. Next she tugged at his jeans until she was able to pull them down far enough that she could cut them away from his body, leaving him only wearing his bright white cotton briefs.

“The briefs too, and then shave him. You know I like my men clean and hairless.”

Jay protested, but clamed down when Jennile began lathering around his cock with the cool shaving cream. As the alcohol began to burn, he got a instant hard on from the sensation around his balls. Jennile continued shaving Jay’s body until every part of his body was hairless. When she finished she rinsed his body with a shower sprayer that was attached to the wall. Jennile couldn’t help but enjoy herself as she leaned her wet body against his smooth wet chest muscles, and rubbed her hands up and down his semi-hard cock.

“Wash his cock with you mouth,” the psycho woman ordered. She watched as Jennile leaned down between his legs and delicately flicked her tongue over his balls. Her small lips kissed his shaft, and sucked his cock gently while her hands pulled on his smoothly shaven balls. Jay closed his eyes and arched his back as he enjoyed the sensation against his will.

Without warning, the psycho woman cracked a whip hard across Jay’s back. A fine red line immediately appeared, and he screamed out in pain. Jennile didn’t stop, she continued slurping and sucking Jay’s cock as if it were the only thing she had eaten that day.

Whack! Again the whip came down and Jay shouted out, “ What do you want with me? Let me go! Kidnapping charges are going to be filed against you!” Jennile continued engulfing his entire cock into her small mouth.

The psycho woman whacked Jay across his stomach, leaving him whimpering in pain.
Whack! “You’re a strong, powerful man, with nice muscles, a deep powerful voice, and hands that grip tight.” Whack! “You enjoy ejaculating you juice deep inside our pussies.” Whack! “You must learn to experience what we experience.” Jennile’s assault on Jay’s cock had him worked up to the point where he was ready cum, even if he was being beaten black and blue.

The psycho woman ordered Jennile off his cock, which left his cock aching for pussy. The psycho woman walked casually up to Jennile, wrapped one arm around her waist, and kissed Jennile passionately, while squeezing her ass. The psycho woman stepped back and licked her lips, “Nice. A lovely salty taste. Our big officer must be excited.”

The psycho woman slid her hand between Jennile legs and felt her moist mound. “My little woman is all wet. Are you enjoying yourself Jennile?”

“Yes Ma’am I am. Please may I have some more.”

The psycho woman squeezed Jennile nipples, and then sent her off to retrieve a large strap-on dildo. Jay’s eyes went wide when Jennile returned with the cock already on. She walked up to Jay’s face and ran the dildo over his lips.”

“Lick it!” the psycho woman ordered, but Jay refused. She then walked over to him and slapped him hard across the face. “Lick it!”

Jay complied and lightly licked along the hard plastic dildo. “Now you will be fucked like a woman.”

Jay began to loudly protest, but the chains held him secure enough that petite Jennil was able to easily come up from behind Jay and place the dildo near his virgin anal opening. Jennil rubbed the long 10 inch fake penis with a fruity scented oil, and then squeezed a small amount over Jay’s opening. On the psycho woman’s signal, Jennil thrust the dildo deep into his ass. Jay let out a loud scream of pain and tensed up while Jennil held the large cock still.

“Look how nicely you stretch around Jennil’s cock. My pretty little girl looks so sweet having control over such a powerfully strong man as yourself. How does it feel being helpless and getting fucked like a girl?”

“Fuck you bitch! I’m going to fucking kill you when I get out of ..... Awwwwww,” Jay screamed when Jennile gripped Jay’s hips and began thrusting the cock in and out. Tears began to stream down his cheeks. Jennile began placing light kisses of affection on Jay’s back as she slowed her pace. She then reached around and began stroking his cock.

“Tell me you like it Jay,” the psycho woman said as she walked up to Jay and looked at his face. “Say you like your ass being fucked by a girl!” When Jay refused she slapped him hard across the face, and then signaled to Jennile.

Jennile began pumping the 10 inch cock deeply in and out of Jay’s ass. You could see by the look on his face that he was in pain, but still tried to express his contempt for the psycho woman. “Tell me you like being fucked by my whore!” Smack! “Say it!”

Out of anger and frustration, Jay finally screamed out, “I like being fucked!” The pain eased as Jennile pulled the cock from his aching ass. She dropped the strap-on to the floor and began rubbing her dripping hole. Her shaved slit glistened with her juices. With her other hand she rubbed and pinched her nipples as officer Jay watched her every move.

The psycho woman lowered Jay to the floor and removed his leg irons only. She then ordered Jennile to suck his cock. It became hard quickly and dripped pre-cum from the tip. Jennile then lowered herself slowly onto his throbbing dick. Her soaking wet pussy felt like a warm oven mitt around Jay’s cock and he couldn’t help moaning out loudly.

The psycho woman appeared over Jay and reached out to twist one of his nipples. He let out of low sheik, but didn’t not want her to stop. Jennile licked his chest as she worked her sweetness up and down the officers swollen member. When Jennile felt officer Jay getting close to cumming, she would pull off him, and the psycho woman would twist his nipples prolonging his erection. Jennile was getting what she enjoyed the most, a long hard fucking where she was in control.

Jennile let out a loud scream when she finally exploded around Jay’s cock. The psycho woman bent down and the girls kissed. Jennile’s juices ran down her thighs as she stood up from the officer.

Jay was still hard, but ready to exploded at any moment and wanted to feel the wet pussy squeezing his cock in all the right places. “If you want to get off, you’ll have to give it to me,” said psycho woman said with a devilish grin on her face. Jay had no other choice. Even if he couldn’t stand the psycho woman, the pressure that had built up deep inside was ready to explode.

She wrapped her full lips around Jay’s oozing cock head and hungrily sucked on the precum. The psycho woman spread his legs wide and ran her tongue along his thick muscular thighs. She was tasting his flesh, running her nails sharply across his body. Her tongue slowly worked its way up to the big shaft head. Then she took him fully in her mouth and worked her tongue over every vein. She licked her way down the shaft to the cum filled balls, stopping to gently suck on each ball before making her way back to the tip.

Jay quickly begins moaning as he cock swells in the psycho woman’s mouth. His cock is buried deep in her throat when he moans out, “I’m going to cum.” The psycho woman cups his balls in her hand as she strokes and sucks his convulsing cock. He was amazed at how much cum was pouring into her mouth. He watched her as she swallowed more of his juice that flowed from the tip.

When he finished the psycho woman stood and kissed Jennile full on the lips, letting her taste the salty liquid that dribbled down her chin.

“Very good. You have made my girl very happy, but this is just a start of the things to come. You’ll be like all the others, and won’t be missed for a few days. Each day we will push the boundaries of pain and pleasure a little more, but rest for now, there will be a lot more in store for you.”

The psycho woman stood with a smile on her face, picked up his police badge and tossed it in a basket with several other badges. Jennile skipped along behind her, giggling as she reached down and tasted her juices that were flowing down her leg.

The Bike Ride

I was at home doing some work around the house that was needing to be done for weeks. By noon, I had most of the work inside done, and decided it was time to tackle the hideous chore of rearranging the garage and cleaning out old unwanted items. The work was strenuous and sweaty, as I moved heavy boxes around in the garage, with the temperature lurking right around the 100 degree mark outside. Inside the garage there was no breeze, only the thick clinging Oklahoma humidity that clung to ever pore on my body. I was completely exhausted and soaked in sweat by the time I had it arraigned in a manner that was acceptable.

A bath was calling my name, so I filled it up with hot water and sweet smelling baths salts that guaranteed to take the aches and pains away. I put my hair up and eased myself into the bath. The hot water stung my body, but I laid back and let it caress me. I took a few hits off a joint and sipped a glass or two of wine before I finally started to relax.

With the water soothing me all over, I sat back and nearly went to sleep. I heard my phone buzzing the announcement of a new message, so I reached over and grabbed a towel, patting my hands dry before seeing it was from the love of my life.

He told me to get ready because he was going to take me for a ride on his bike when he got back. He always knew exactly what I needed. Just when you start to feel trapped and weighed down by life, nothing clears the mind like doing 140mph down the highway, feeling the wind tingle every exposed part of your body. Plus there is always the added benefit of feeling the hypnotic rhythm of the vibration between my legs.

I had a couple hours before his arrival, so I sat on the edge of the tub and shaved my legs, and then shaved off the light new growth of hair on my vagina. I then slipped my cool body back into the warm water. I take notice of how my breasts are floating and bobbing in the water. My erect nipples were sticking out just above the water, with the cool air lapping at them. I couldn’t stop myself from wanting to squeeze them hard between my slick, wet fingers. The water had made them slippery and so soft to the touch. I bent my head down and took my left nipple in my mouth, flicking the nipple back and forth with my tongue.

I was starting to feel the tingling sensation growing in my lower stomach, signaling my need to run my hand further down my body. I ran my hands down my stomach, across my freshly shaved thighs, until my left hand came to rest between my legs. I felt my smoothly shaven cunt and cupped my hand over the entire surface, firmly squeezing it with my hand. I then used my fingers to spread my pussy lips and slowly I worked my middle finger inside and began massaging my clit, which hardened under my touch.

I realized that I needed stress relief that no bath could offer on it’s own. Still, I let myself go with the feeling, and explored my inner warm wetness, which was different than the warm water around me. Touching and playing for a while, the water started to cool, but I did not want to cum yet, as I knew later on I would be fulfilled by my lover. I stood and slowly dried myself, thinking about my adventure to come.

I dressed carefully, fully preparing myself for the ride, and then downed a couple more drinks. I put on a black skin tight, silky shirt, my black jeans with the red lace ups down the legs and my long black boots. The leather jacket would wait until later in the evening when the darkness would cool the night air. I sat down and surfed through a few channels on the TV, thinking about what I knew was to come, I couldn‘t keep from occasionally squeezing my nipples or rubbing my hand between my legs to keep me close to the edge.

I heard my lover pull up outside, so I quickly slipped into my jacket, and walked out to meet him. He had just taken his helmet off so we could kissed for a minute, before he handed me my helmet and then put his back on. With my head swimming from the alcohol, I jumped on the back and off we went.

The wind in my face felt wonderful and sent chills throughout my body. The cool night air rushed across my body as my lover began pushing over the posted speed limit. We flew down the almost deserted highway, leaving Glenpool, and heading towards Bixby. I hugged him tight and reached around to feel his chest, letting my hands slowly slip down to the zipper of his jeans. I undid the zipper and top button, and then rubbed him until he became hard in my hands. He suddenly let off the throttle, and pulled into a secluded park just off the highway. I immediately knew what he wanted.

As soon as the bike had completely stopped and he put kickstand down, I got off the bike and took off my helmet. He bought one leg over while still sitting on the bike and I pulled his jeans down a little more. He held his shirt up a little as I started to lick and nibble at his chest, slowing working my way up to kiss his neck. Then I came back down to his chest area and slowly worked my way down lower, licking, sucking and nibbling all the way down until I reached the heavenly scent of his cock.

I deeply inhaled the fresh, clean scent of his manhood, then slowly took his hard cock into my mouth. I heard him moan with the pleasure of feeling the warmth and wetness of my mouth. At first I went slow, then quickly picked up speed, going faster and faster, with one hand supporting my weight against the bike, while the other cradled his balls. I could feel he was about to cum, so I slowed down and stopped, not wanting him to cum just yet. He had fire in his eyes as I looked up at him and teasingly smiled. I gave him one last lick suck, deep throating his cock, then pulling off his like a girl sucking on a lollipop. I quickly turned and put my helmet back on, getting on the back before he could say another word.

He gave me a devious grin, and then took off out of the picnic area like a man possessed. I had him worked up enough that I did not have to play the game of reaching around to touch him again. I knew he was headed for his house so I could finish him properly, and so I could be paid back for the teasing. My mind giggled with excitement as we flew down the blacktop road.

We sped along the highway, overtaking cars that felt like they were standing still. The excitement of going so fast, the build up of earlier on in the tub, the sucking of his wonderful cock, and the throbbing of the bike between my legs was making it nearly impossible to concentrate on anything else, but getting back to his place so we could make love.

Once again I felt him slow down, but I knew we were no where near his house. I began looking around and saw over my left shoulder a police car with lights on pulling us over. “Damn, I thought to myself, this can’t be happening now,” all I wanted was to get back to his house fast.

We came to a stop once again down a small access road, and the police officer came up to talk to us. He looked like the typically average cop, around six feet tall, with wide broad shoulders, and a smoothly shaven head. It was a big turn on for me, especially since my lover kept his head that way. They both reminded me of the sexy Vin Diesel, with his strong biceps and cleanly shaven body.

In a deep voice, he asked if there was an emergency, and because I had a few drinks earlier, I was a little brazen and told him that yes there was an emergency. He asked what the emergency was and I proudly proclaimed with a devilish grin, “if we don’t get back to my lover’s house fast, I’m going to explode because I needed his cock in me, pumping me hard until I cum.”

I felt my lover stiffen slightly and gave a nervous giggle. He knew we were in for a serious fine, and possible jail, considering how fast we were going. I reached around and started feeling his cock once more while the officer gave a look of surprise. My lovers cock was instantly rock solid and pressing hard against his jeans. With a sexy little grin, the police officer said that maybe I should show him exactly what we had planned so he could tell if it was a real emergency.

I threw my leg over the back of the bike, ripped the helmet off and turned to my lover, looking him in the eye while once again undoing his jeans. He shuddered from anticipation. I greedily took his hard cock in my mouth and gave him head again while he was sitting on the bike. Suddenly I felt the police officer grab my ass and start to run his hand down my back.

My lover looked over and saw this, which sent him over the edge and he began cumming in my mouth. I thought to myself how much it must have turned him on, for it was doing me the same way, leaving my underwear completely soaked. I was so wet I could feel my dampness through my jeans, and felt the swelling of my clit.

I told the officer that maybe he should help me out and give my lover a few moments to recover. He didn’t need telling twice and eagerly bent me over the bike, ripping at the button and zipper of my jeans, pulling them down while working on his own. He grabbed my hair and pulled it back as he roughly entered me from behind.

My lover got off the bike, and stood back to watch me being fucked hard doggy style. He came around and started playing with my breasts, keeping an eye on the action going on behind me. I quickly came as the officer thrust deep in my cunt. I could feel the wetness run down my leg as his cock continued to slam in and out of my hole. I couldn’t hold myself and the officers 200lb thrusting weight anymore and asked if we could go to the back of the police car. The officer pulled his wet cock from my dripping cunt and we all started walking towards his patrol car.

When we got to the back of his car, the officer teasingly said that it looked like I knew what I was doing when I gave head and wanted to know if he could feel for himself. I gave him a devious grin, as he stood on one side of the patrol car with the door open. I then laid down on my stomach across the seat and started to give him head. I felt my lover come around from behind and insert his thick cock into my already dripping wet cunt.

As he watched me give head to the officer, my lover thrust his cock in and out with the speed that quickly induced a toe tingling sensation as I came hard. The insides of my pussy walls swelled as I got off, and tightly clung to my lovers cock. He continued to pound mercilessly at my cunt as my cum dripped onto the seat of the patrol car.

The big officer pulled his cock from my mouth, as my lover and I changed places. I sat on top of him rubbing his cock against the bottom of my cunt, rocking it back in forth. My lover stuck his finger in my ass rubbing it around as he stroked in and out of my cunt. I saw the officer disappear from in front of me, and then I felt him come around behind me and climb into the car.

I felt the officer rubbing his cock against my ass, as my lover continued to shove upward into my shaven pussy. I had never had two dicks in me at one time, and was a little frightened by the ideal, but I didn’t say no when I felt him rubbing the head against my tight anal opening.

We all grunted out loud when the officer was finally able to break through the opening and slid his cock head inside. It was painful, but a nice painful sensation. My lover eyes rolled back in his head as he shoved upward hard when the officer’s cock finally made its way deep into my ass. I was screaming with pleasure as one cock went in my cunt, and the other one went up my ass. The officer grabbed the back of my hair with one hand, and squeezed my ass with his other hand, while my lover sucked hard on my left nipple.

Within minutes of the thrusting I began to tighten firmly around the meaty cocks, whimpering loudly as each cock fought for room in my holes. The intense pleasure soon sent me over the edge and I began screaming as cum squirted from my pussy. The officer pulled out my ass and shot his creamy load all over my ass opening, as my lover unloaded his love juice deep inside my tighten walls.

We were all breathless and red in the face as we finished the act. With a well satisfied grin, the officer said that he now understood that it had been a true emergency and that we should be on our way. But before he left, he invited us to go bike riding with him next weekend. Sounds like my kind of fun...hehe.

Choked Little Cry for Help

I love the way his grip tightens when I let out that choked little cry…I wonder what he wants. Often I’m told that he doesn’t have fantasies, but I am certain he must. I’m not the only one who loves watching violent sex; I’m not the only one that seeks out forbidden fantasies. I’m not the only one who loves his grip on my wrists, the wrenching of my elbow, and his grip on my hips - or else he wouldn’t do it.

All too often, I think about being taken by an animalistic force, something that doesn’t care or understand the pain it causes. However, what is sexier is the concept of someone who does know, someone who is completely aware…not verging on true sadism, but damned near.

He was mine. I had captured him fair and square. He was so much bigger than I was so I had no choice except to tie him down so he couldn’t move. When he awoke, he struggled in his ropes and moaned as I slipped my hand under his shirt to feel his naked skin. He jerked helplessly in his ropes and grunted as I slap him hard across his face to wake him from his slumber. To show him I wasn’t just all about pain, I began to gentle caress his nipples, but then it was followed by a firm pinch, and he twisted in his ropes and moaned into his gag.

I pulled back his vest and began working slowly at the buttons of his heavy denim shirt. I slipped my hand inside, and gently caressed his beautiful light tanned chest. With my other hand, I slid it down the front of his uniform and grabbed his penis firmly in my hand. When his cock began to pulse, I withdrew my hand and began caressing him all over, rubbing the strands of his thick chest hair between my fingers.

He writhed in his bonds and moaned into his gag, but he was helpless and at my complete mercy. He could only lie there and allow me to stimulate him or to torture him in any manor that I pleased. Some time went past, with him growing slowly more aroused, so I undid the buttons of the bound man’s pants as he jerked helplessly in his ropes and grunted. I was gentle with his cock at first, stroking it firmly but slowly through his uniform. I then began to squeeze harder and he began to tense up, displaying his firm muscle tone.

He would eventually learn to enjoy what was happening to him.

I whispered to him gently, “You’re all mine. You don’t have a choice, do ya?” I pressed my lips firmly against his ear, “you’re my sweet big man, all tied up and helpless like a prisoner in a cell.”

I finished undoing his pants and pulled them down to his knees. He nodded frantically and moaned into his gag. I grabbed a hold of his stiff dick and began to run my tight hand up and down his cock while my fingers began to explore my own wet pussy. My body was shuddering with pleasure and lust as I sat up and began straddling him cowgirl style. I gently guided his cock inside my steaming hole and began fucking and teasing him while sitting firmly on his cock.

I slapped him hard across the chest and continued my assault on his left nipple as I sat on top. My thighs splayed over his body, pressed against his hips. As the shaft of his cock plunged deep into my slippery pussy, I rotated my hips on his penis, not thrusting, simply feeling his hard prick poking up inside me as I steadily moved it around inside my vagina.

I wanted him to know I was in complete control.

I marveled at how easily I had taken in the length of his cock, let alone it’s remarkable girth. He stretched and opened me wide, while I thoroughly rode his cock. Once he had his cock firmly lodged in my pussy, I started fucking him slowly. My wet pussy was wide open, and my cunt lips clinging to shaft of his cock as it filled me. His large heavy balls pulsated as he waited to unload a burst of cum into my pussy.

He did little thrusting, mostly it was me fucking him, pressing my body down tight into his, my face along his neck, his chest, as I slowly rotated my cunt on his cock and pressed my clit into his hard pubic bone. I loved fucking him like this, slowly, fucking him with long deep pushing motions, pulling my pelvis upwards, rocking away from him, then letting my cunt slide down once again over the full length of his hard shaft.

I was closer to cumming than I had realized, but kept fucking slowly, my sweaty body melded with the man beneath me. I kept fucking him, sometimes rotating, at other times thrusting with my hips, and sometimes I would lift almost completely off his cock, showing the magnificent length of his thick shaft gleaming with our juices, then I’d drop hard on his cock, letting it jolt into my body, buried deep in my soft pussy tissue. I moaned, my eyes shut, and from time to time, I would lean forward and let my breasts dangle in front of him, taunting, and teasing as I fucked him ever so slowly.

I could hear him whimpering into his gag as I felt him beginning to pump upward. His own desire gathering to a head in his taut balls, I could feel he was about to cum. I began to pump up and down on him wildly, and quickly hot cum spurting inside me, causing me to cry out as I exploded around his cock. He cried out and whimpered into his gag as he jerked and thrust inside me one last time.

Satisfied, I slowly got up to get a wet towel from the bathroom and came back to the bed with it. Tenderly I stoked my prisoner, cleaning our juices from his limp cock. I gently removed the gag from his mouth and kissed him fully on the lips. He swallowed hard and licked his lips before I closed the door to my private chambers, leaving him tied up for our next encounter.

Dirty Little Sex Crime

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I sat quietly alone in the car, looking in the direction of the place I knew he would have to appear…his job. It’s the easiest way to track a person. Find out where they work, then just follow them.

I finished smoking and flipped the remains out the window into the heavy breeze, spinning it around outside my car. I took notice of the rustling leaves that spiraled around in a circle near the curb. My eyes followed as a stray leaf broke free and wondered off in the direction of the police department. My eyes followed every twist and curve as it neared my target.

I could feel the blood rushing through my veins as the leaf came to a stop when a officer stepped outside. I smiled lightly, breathing in the essence of life deep into my lungs.

I had been watching him for a long time, and fantasized many times about what I would do to him if I had the opportunity. I was looking at him like an object, not a life form like me, put a toy to be played with and used completely.

He was perfect with his short cut black hair, brown eyes, dimpled cheeks, and nice muscular built body. I was drawn towards him since the first day I saw him at the park. I felt it was fate that had brought us together and fate alone that would decide the outcome of our next meeting.

I watched him from Second and Broadway as he sat down in the his car, and placed a seatbelt across his chest. I started my car as he began backing out, and then I watched him as he turned left at the light and drove right in front of me. I quickly dropped in behind him and began my pursuit, my body tingling with adrenaline.

I relentlessly followed behind him as he turned left on Main St and then right to W 2nd St. At the light he turned left to 97 going under the overpass and pulled into a Quik-Trip located on the corner in front of Wal-Mart. I followed behind him as he made his way inside. I could smell the sweet fragrance of his cologne as his body moved through the air directly in front of me. I inhaled it deeply, programming the smell permanently into my mind. We reached for a small cup at the same moment and our hands briefly touched, sending shock waves of adrenaline throughout my body. Was it destiny or fate?

It wasn’t until we were getting into our cars and backing out that he looked directly at me, locking eyes for a longer than usually glance. I could tell that he thought I looked familiar, but he just couldn’t quite figure out who I was at that moment. Fear that I had been caught before I was ready, sent me in the opposite direction.

The next day, I waited until his shift was almost over before I began my pursuit of following him to his home. I drove past as I watched him pull his police cruiser into his driveway. I continued on straight, looking into my rearview mirror as he stepped his huge 6’3” body out of the small confines of the drivers seat. I turned around on the next block and drove back in front of his house looking for one last glance or the opportunity to put my plan in motion.

I knew he was married for the second time, and had a couple kids, but they were nothing but a momentary thought. After all, in the end they would be okay and be able move on with their lives. She knew the risk of being with a police officer when she first began sneaking around with him while he was still married to his first wife.

It was several hours into darkness on late February eve, when I got up enough nerve to park my car just a couple hundred feet from his front door. I stepped outside, feeling the heartbeat of the earth beneath my feet. Power was flowing into me as I was drawn nearer to his essence, his life force. I could smell the coolness of the earth as I stood near a window and peered with contempt of danger. I smiled slowly as I stood near the window and reached out to run my fingertips lightly over the glassy surface. My fingertips tingled with the feeling of life under them, my body reacting to the powerful flow of adrenaline, I reached down the front of my jeans with my left hand and cupped my moist mound.

I could see him standing in the middle of the room, talking on the phone as I silently watched his lips moving to words I could not understand. His graceful movements subdue my own shaky nerves as I watch him remove his shirt. His stomach muscles are not taught but rather pudgy, as if he has enjoyed a few too many beers in his lifetime. I find it sexy for men around 40 to have this kind of look, and it sent shivers down my spine.

My left index finger separated my damp opening and began massaging in clockwise direction. I giggled lightly thinking about how I would look like a fool if someone were to pass by and see me standing there. At the moment I didn’t care, I was more into the fantasy of what I could be doing to his body after I forced him at gunpoint into the back seat of my SVU.

I would handcuff his wrists behind his back, (using his own set of cuffs of course), gag him with a thick washcloth, and then place a black hood over his face. I would then take my helpless, whimpering victim to a cabin deep in the woods, where no sound could be heard for miles.

Inside the cabin I pull off the hood and remove the gag from your mouth. After all, there is no need to fear anyone being able to hear the screams so far out in the country.

He looks around confused and disoriented, but quickly recovers and tries rushing his handcuffed body in my direction. I’m quickly able to knock him off his feet and send him falling to the floor with a loud thump.

I maneuver over his body and sit across his mid-section, “You’re fucked my friend!” I say with a little giggle. Then I slap him viciously across the face, leaving a dark red handprint across his right cheek. With a savage grin on my face, I begin punching him in the face, chest and belly, forcing him the wince in a little pain.

He was big and powerful, but my blows took some of the fight out of him. Keeping him handcuffed I cut free his shirt, pulled down his jeans, and then removed his boxers, leaving him fully exposed to my fists. I worked him over until my knuckles began to bleed and the blood from his face began to mix with mine.

When he beg me to stop, I stepped back and began to admire the nakedness of my victim. He looked luscious, with his limp cock laying to the side of his leg. I couldn’t stop myself from taking him fully into my mouth. Nature took over and after several minutes his cock began to grow. I wanted to jam his big cock deep down my throat, but first I wanted him to feel pain.

I walked across the old creaky floor and stood before my victim. I pulled a large hunting knife out and touched the tip to his chest.

“You will call me Tayla,” I whispered softly. “And you will treat people like me with respect from now on. Do you fucking understand?”

He nodded, and said he was sorry.

“You know I could easily kill you,” I said to him. “No one knows where we are.”

“No, please, no,” I have a family he pleaded.

“No - what - you pig? I said pressing the tip of the knife into his firm chest muscle near his heart.

His eyes opened wide at the sensation of the cold blade pressing into his flesh, bringing a small amount of blood oozing to the surface.

“I’m sorry Tayla. Please don’t kill me,” he begged.

“That’s it. Be a nice officer. Not some asshole cunt, that thinks he’s better than the rest of the world.”

“Okay Tayla, just take the knife away from my chest.”

I moved the knife away from his new wound, but held it firmly in my hand. “You don’t remember me, do you asshole?” I asked gripping the knife a little tighter in my hand.

“No Tayla, I don’t…”

“Of course you don’t,” I said placing the knife back against his skin. “Pretty little pigs like you look right past people like me. I’m not pretty enough, smart enough, or thin enough for you. You treat me as if I’m a nobody. A worthless piece of shit that should only be taken out back and shot. You think you’re too good to follow the same rules that I have to follow. I’m nothing to you but dirt under your fingernail that you can’t get rid of.”

I stuck the knife into his chest deep enough to make him let out a loud ear piercing scream. I continued to stare into his eyes at his pain, until his eyes locked with mine, then I had to look away. Even handcuffed, he had power over me, and I wanted to take that power away from him.

“You’re nothing but a fucking piece of shit, you asshole,” I screamed at him and began slamming my fist into his body. While he shrieked in agony, I thought about taking the knife and driving it deep into his belly and splitting him open. “I want you to remember me, and everything that has happened today, so that you will never forget what trauma does to a person. They are never normal again. You can’t just forget and move on. Every time you think you’re okay, someone could be lurking around some corner ready to do you harm. I’m not going to kill you this time, but I’ll be watching you.”

My thoughts were running wild as I stood rubbing my wet cunt outside his house, thinking about my fantasy to kidnap the officer. I wanted to watch him struggle to breathe. The thought sent me over the edge and my insides began to erupt. Hot warm juices began to flow. I pulled out my fingers and licked the sweetness from my fingertips. I was out of breath, but returning to sanity when lights from a car turned down the street.

The coolness of the night air felt like ocean waves caressing my body. I quickly retreated to my car, and continue my quest to find another officer to kidnap for my ultimate fantasy.

Forced by the Police

Driving home from the party, I was lost in thought at how nice the evening had been. It took a moment for me to realize the noise I was hearing was that of a police siren. Glancing up in my rearview mirror, I then saw the flashing blue lights. Several thoughts went through my mind as I slowed my car to the side of the deserted road. I was safe as far as a DUI was concerned, as I had been drinking ice water at the party. I did not think I had been exceeding the speed limit. I know I had made all the appropriate stops at the previous lights and stop signs. I had no clue as to why I was being stopped.

The officer behind the blinding light approaching my car would soon answer my questions. As the dark form neared my door, I reached over to get my registration and dig my license out of my purse. Having had several tickets, I was all too familiar with the drill. I was quite startled when the officer ignored my paperwork and requested I step out of my vehicle.

“Is there a problem, Officer?” I asked politely.

He merely repeated his request to step out of the car. This had never happened to me before, but I did as he asked. I was then told to face the car, put my hands on the hood, and spread my feet. This was too much.
“Officer, is this really necessary?” I asked.

He told me it was simply procedure and if I complied, it would make his job easier. As much as I wanted to turn around and give him a piece of my mind, I decided to go along and just get it over with as quickly as possible. Standing out in the night air in my skimpy little black party dress, thigh highs and heels was becoming somewhat uncomfortable.

The officer began to pat me down. He started with my shoulders. I could feel he had very large, powerful hands from his first touch. He slowly worked his way over the bare skin on the tops of my arms and came back toward my body on the under sides. I began to shiver, unsure if it was the wind or the touch of his hands. He then proceeded down under my arms to my sides. Reaching his hands around the front of my body, he ran his hands over my breasts. His hands lingered on my breasts for longer than I felt appropriate for a simple pat down.

Maybe I just imagined what happened next, but I would have sworn it felt like he actually cupped my breasts in his hands before they headed down my torso. I was grateful for the fact that it was as dark as it was because I could feel my face redden. My nipples were hardening through the sheer fabric of my cocktail dress. Again, I thought to my self, was it the night air or his touch causing this reaction. My thoughts were confirmed by his next move. His hands were now on my hips and I was certain he was applying more pressure than necessary. If there was any doubt left, it was soon gone by what happened next. His hands worked their way down to my ass and I could feel him begin to squeeze my ass in his strong hands. I was so stunned, and speechless, but I was quickly brought out of my stupor when his hands went under my short dress and began to massage my ass.

“Please don’t do that!” I said with a rather loud voice.

I tried to move, but his hands on my ass held me firmly in my place.

“Miss, if you do not cooperate I will consider you to be resisting an officer and be forced to take appropriate measures to subdue you”.

My mind began to whirl. I was not sure what his intentions were, but I knew this was far from a routine traffic stop. By now, I had gone from being puzzled to being down right scared. I also had another incredibly odd feeling mixed with my fright. I was getting aroused. When I felt his hands slip around to the front of my body under my dress, we both discovered at the same time that during the course of his “pat down” my pussy had become wet. His fingers were slowly working themselves between my quivering lips toward my wetness. I could not believe my ears when I heard myself let out a small moan of pleasure.

He brought his body closer to mine. So close, I could feel his erect cock digging into the small of my back. My senses returned and in an instant, I went from being scared to being terrified. I removed my hands from the top of my car and attempted to turn around, but he was much faster and much stronger. He now had hold of both of my arms with one hand as the other disappeared, only to reappear with a set of handcuffs. In a split second, he had snapped the cuffs on me as I struggled to free myself from his grasp.

“Miss, I warned you earlier to cooperate. I suggest you calm down and let me finish”, he said as he spun me around so I was now face to face with him. He was a very large man, with a grin on his face and a huge bulge in his uniform pants. As he gazed into my eyes, with a smile he said, “Now Miss, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Either way I’m going to enjoy it.”

By now, I was panic-stricken. I could feel my heart beating a mile a minute. I fought with the handcuffs, but it was of no use. I was completely helpless at this point and we both knew it. I stopped struggling and stood there, resigned to the fact there was nothing I could do to free myself.

“So, I see we have chosen the easy way”, he purred with a smug grin.

With that, he knelt on the ground in front of me. One hand pushed my legs apart as the other lifted the flimsy fabric of my dress. Completely exposed and helpless to stop him, he began to run his hands slowly up my inner thighs. He hesitated at the top of my thigh high stockings and looked up at me to say, “These things certainly are convenient, aren’t they?”

His right hand went toward my pussy as his left went through my legs and cupped my ass cheek. With his thumb, he began to massage my clit as his other hand cupped and uncapped my ass. As terrified as I was, I could feel my pussy getter wetter and wetter. One part of me was afraid while another part of me was becoming incredibly aroused. He inserted one of his large fingers into my now soaking pussy.

“Oh babe, just how I like it. Nice and tight”, he moaned appreciatively.

He started to finger fuck me. I could feel my body begin to move in time with his finger. This was unreal. I was beginning to enjoy it! As if reading my mind, he whispered up to me, “That’s it babe, just relax and don’t fight it.” He leaned his head forward, stuck out his tongue, and started lapping my pussy like a puppy dog. For several minutes, this went on. Sucking and licking with his tongue while continuing to finger fuck me. God, this was feeling good. I shut my eyes and leaned back on my car. His pace and intensity quickened and before I knew what was happening my body erupted in orgasm. I could feel cum running out of me and onto his face and fingers. As he began to stand up, I caught a glimpse of his face in the moonlight. He was still grinning, but now his grin was covered with my cum.

“My turn”, was all he said as he unzipped his uniform pants. I was startled, but not surprised by what he removed. His cock, like the rest of his body was very large and quite thick. With his hand, he guided it toward my cum soaked pussy. He slid the head up and down the outer rim of my hole, getting it wet and ready for penetration. He proceeded to do the same with all 8 inches or more of the thick shaft, until I could see it glistening in the moonlight.

“I hope you like it rough, babe”, he grunted as he thrust himself into me. My pussy was full and I looked down to see he was not even halfway inside yet. Before I knew what was happening he yelled out, “Ready or not, here I come” as he rammed home the second half of his manhood. An indescribable feeling washed over my body - excruciating pain mixed with intense pleasure. He started to fuck me as if no one had fucked me before. Fast, hard, steady pounding. I attempted to shield my ass with my restrained hands as we banged into the side of my car. He was moaning, grunting, and making noises that were almost animal like. He kept this up for a good twenty minutes.

Just when I thought he could not fuck me any harder, his pace quickened and his cock penetrated me even deeper. I knew he was almost ready. I could feel his cock become tense. The muscles in my pussy tightened around him. I too, was on the verge. Suddenly he screamed out, “Now Babe, Now!” With that, we both exploded in mutual, intense orgasm. I felt his wet, hot sticky cum shoot deep into the recesses of my pussy. Followed quickly by another load and then another. With a final grunt and thrust, he emptied the last of his cum deep inside of me. We both fell against the car. Both of us completely spent by our savage and carnal coupling. After taking a minute to catch his breath, he spun me around and unlocked my shackled hands. In silence, we both took a moment to readjust our clothing.

As he headed back to his cruiser, he turned to me and said, “Miss, this was just a warning. Next time I might not be so lenient”.

Don't Drink and Drive

“Do you know you were weaving back and forth across lanes miss?”

“Oh my, officer,” I said batting my long, full eyelashes, “I had no idea, I guess I wasn’t paying attention.” I tried to pour my charm on thick, trying to convince the officer that I was a good girl. I handed him my license and registration, as I fussed and twisted my long locks of golden blonde hair.

He stood well over 6″ tall on the shoulder of the road, with his face high up out of my sight, but his zipper was at eye level. I couldn’t help glancing at his rather large package that was tightly concealed in his dark blue police uniform. In his hand, he held his flashlight, which could have doubled as a night stick, and on his other side hung a pistol holstered to his belt, which held a radio, hand-cuffs, pepper-spray, and other objects of protection. I could see his bullet proof vest under his uniform which made him look even more powerful.

“You also ran two stop signs and were driving very erratically,” the officer continued, as he checked over my driver’s license and shinned his light into my blue-green eyes.It wasn’t easy making “pretty eyes” while I was being blinded by his flashlight, and especially after midnight when I had a few drinks earlier in the evening at a bar with some friends. Somehow I managed to remain calm as I hiked up my thin, white shorts and adjusted my perky, C-cup sized breasts as he watched my every move. His flashlight moved from my face to my thighs and followed my hand as I lifted and shifted the hem just a little more.

“Honestly sir, I didn’t notice the stop sign,” I pleaded. “If there’s anything I can…”

“Have you been drinking?” he asked and leaned down towards my face.

“I had a drink or two earlier, but I assure you, I’m not drunk.”

“What’s your name miss?” the officer asked in a even deeper tone of voice, and staring directly into my face.

“Tayla, but everyone calls me Candy,” I said in my sexiest voice. “And what is your name?” I asked with a huge smile.

“Brown,” he said. “Captain John Brown, Tulsa PD. Now I’m going to have to ask you to step outside the vehicle Candy.”

Reluctantly, I opened my car door and stepped out onto the pavement, stumbling slightly as I did. He seemed angry that he had to pull me over, and never smiled at all, still I kept my composure, and insisted, “I’m not drunk.” But I knew in the back of my mind that I was well over the legal limit, still I felt assured in my driving abilities.

Captain Brown was a large man indeed. I was a lean stature of 5′8″ and 130lbs, but he was still much taller than me, standing at least 6′4″ or maybe more. He had light brown hair which was short and tapered around to the back. He was a nicely aged older man, maybe late 30’s to early 40’s. He continued to stare at me with his eyes fixed on my face, as I stared at his sturdy, masculine chin, his well groomed moustache and smooth cheeks. I wanted to wrap my arms around him tightly and inhale the aroma from his aftershave.His deep, authoritive voice, brought me out of my daydream, “I’m going to run you through a few sobriety test and hopefully I can let you go home. It shouldn’t take long Candy.”

“Oh no, I hope it doesn’t take too long,” I said, playing up to his good side. “I have to meet some friends later.”

He acted as if he had heard it all before. Women trying to flirt their way out of a ticket. ”I had no idea I was doing anything wrong. Please, I promise to be more careful,” I said standing seductively and leaning lightly towards his patrol car. I hoped that maybe a little bartering, flirting and I’d be on my way home.

When the test began I sang the alphabet, walked a straight line, runway style, and even touched my nose one finger at a time while licking my ruby red lip-stick covered lips. I shifted my eyes from his eyes, to his growing erection and giggled then joked, “Oh no, not the breathalyzer.”

“Candy, please turn around and put you hands on the car. Feet apart.” When I refused to comply to his orders, he forcefully grabbed me by my hair and one arm, then laid me over the hood of his car for a full body search.Brown failed to find humor in my little display, and appeared more angry than before. I too quickly changed my tune and began cussing at him, telling him what a sorry excuse he was, and how I paid his salary, so he should be protecting me, not harassing me.

“You sorry son-of-bitch, I hate you, you fucking pig. Asshole!!! Fuck you!!! I wish I could cut your fucking throat!!” I shouted at him as he continued his rough search of my body. I tried to fight against him, but my efforts were in vain, but I still continued cussing like a sailor at him.

Pinned under his body weight, unable to move, I decided I would be better off to just cooperate and get things over with. I obeyed, and the Captain partially released his hold on me and began frisking me up and down my body with his muscular hands. His warm hands touched my ankles and slowly patted his way up my naked legs. As his touch reached the hem of my shorts, I arched my back and pushed my ass out to meet him. His thick fingers swiped my pussy gently and wrapped around my waistband, feeling every possible place to conceal an object. Standing behind me, he lifted my shirt and felt my back. His cologne floated heavily through the air, making me to take deep breaths in and out. Before I knew it, his hands were around my body and feeling my breast, making my nipples stand at attention. When he leaned against me to check my arms and wrists, his stiff cock pressed tightly against my ass. I moved against him submissively.

“Is that your night stick, or are you enjoying this as much as I am?” I teasingly taunted him.

“Well Candy, you passed the field sobriety test, but I smell alcohol on you. I’ll need to take you to the station.” Captain Brown escorted me to his patrol car, “Watch your head,” he added, assisting me into the back seat.

Once in the driver seat, Brown called on the radio and requested a private conference room using code numbers too hard to decipher.

At the station he took me to a small room with only a desk and two folding chairs. They were too uncomfortable to sit on, so I propped my ass against the desk instead. There was a large mirror on the wall next to me, which I used to see how my hair looked, and re-adjusted my tits in my bra so that they stood out more. I thought it was cute how Brown, a serious policeman, tried desperately to remain un-aroused with my femininity. I turned on my heels and faced Brown, locking my gaze to his. I was too adorable to refuse.

“I really hope this isn’t going to take long,” I said impatiently. “I really do have friends waiting for me. Can I at least call them?”

“Sorry Candy, cell phones are forbidden in the building. This’ll only take a few more minutes. I need to do a cavity search on you. Would you please remove your clothes?”

“A strip search for a traffic violation?” Shocked and afraid, I snapped, “I’m not wearing any…Oh fuck it!”

I had enough liquor in me that I felt at ease, and without hesitation I removed my black halter-top. My pale-white C-sized breasts were just the right size and firm, with erect nipples that pointed to the ceiling. Then I peeled off my Daisy duke shorts and stepped out of them. I could tell he was staring at my beautiful heart shaped ass, and my smoothly shaven vagina. My moist pussy lips were puckered and protruding. I stood within arms length of him revealing every inch of my naked body. I felt naughty for not wearing panties, but yet it was very exciting and I couldn’t help admiring myself in the full length mirror. I looked over and caught another glance at the Captain standing at attention.

Folding my arms and cupping my supple breasts I asked, “This floor is cold, can I leave my shoes on?”

“Yes you can. Now open your mouth, he said as he picked up a pair of rubber gloves and snapped them on. He shinned a light into my mouth as he looked inside and made me lift my tongue. He ran his gloved finger along my gum line and to the back of my throat. As he began to remove his finger from my mouth, I closed my lips and gently sucked on his finger.

Again, he asked me to face away from him, “Hands on the table and feet apart.” Brown pushed my legs even further apart and began frisking me once again. Much slower and indiscreetly this time.

“I’m naked. What could I be hiding? Why are frisking me?” I ask, almost protesting and becoming angry again.

Suddenly I squealed as his thick fingers separated my ass cheeks, jabbing and stretching my anal passage. First a single finger, then a second.

“This may be a little uncomfortable,” Brown warned too late.

“Yes,” I answered half agreeing and half approving.

My breathing was getting heavy and I could feel his fingers bear down on my asshole. The pressure was like a dizzying rush and it was making me weak. With his fingers still implanted deep within me, Brown rose behind me and I could feel another finger touching my wet pussy. He slowly spread my wet lips apart and inserted two fingers. He slowly rotated his fingers around my cervix, and then pushed his fingers deep inside my cunt walls until he touched the bottom. He withdrew his fingers and pulled some of the cum from my cunt and wiped it around my ass so his other finger would slide deeper into my ass. He stuck two fingers back in my ass, two fingers in my pussy and used his thumb to begin massaging my clit. The more excited I became the more sober my body was becoming.

Brown had his long 9″ thick cock ready to shove inside my cavities. The thought of this sexy officer touching and fondling me was making me so horny that I felt faint. When he pulled his fingers out my ass and cunt, my knees buckled and I fell back. He grabbed me around my thin waist, as he guided his ridged cock up my tight little hairless cunt. I was laying face down on the table, with my ass high in the air. I lifted my hips upward, presenting my ass for him to spank. He was deep in me, working his cock slowly in and out of my tight pussy as his finger stuck deep in my tight asshole.

“Oh Captain,… I’ve been such a bad girl.” I moaned out loud as he slapped me hard across the ass. “I promise I’ll be a good girl from now on.”

I could see my reflection in the mirror, and watched as Brown stuck his skewer in my pussy and began fucking vigorously, while still working his finger in and out my ass. I was loving the double penetration. I could feel his fingers touching his cock between my womb and my ass. It felt as though he would wear through the barrier, tearing me a new ass hole. He continued his assault, pumping and shaking his hips and pelvis into my tight, wet pussy. Fighting and forcing his fingers further up my ass. His left hand was around my waist supporting me as he thrust harder and deeper. My legs clamped around his ass as if to win a wheel barrel race.

I moved against his rampant thrusts, challenging his strength. Defying his authority. Groaning and shouting cliches and sayings like; “Protect me. Serve me John…” and “Enforce yourself on me Captain… I’ve been a naughty girl.”

He was very handsome and refined, but in the mirror his face looked more threatening and crooked. Boys are fun and energetic. Older men are sexy and respectful. This man was an animal. Captain John Brown was officer, judge , jury and executioner.

“I’m a criminal, Captain,” I cried. “Punish me,” I shouted as his thrust became deeper and more powerful.

John was hot in the mirror, but when I looked at myself lying there face down, spread eagle around this seasoned professionals waist, I fell in lust with myself. Just the sight of myself having elicit sex with a stranger made me cum. My tummy smacked the table as John’s grip fell from my waist. The quick, unexpected jolt forced me to a spastic orgasm and the shock raised me to new and higher levels of pleasure. My pussy tightened up and grabbed his cock with such force, he knew I had cam. I was becoming more sober with each thrust. My head was no longer spinning, and I was beginning to realized what I was actually doing.“I’m not sure if you’re sober yet, so put your hands out Candy,” he commanded.

I obeyed and he slapped the cuffs on me and flipped me over on my back. It hurt, but yet it felt so right. He was being very forceful and too strong to resist his arrest. His fingers and his cock were gliding in and out of my soft pussy and ass. In and out. Sometimes in unison, sometimes at different depths. I cam again and again.
His withdrew his fingers from my ass and slowly slid his swollen cock deep in my ass and began slowly pumping in and out as his hand played with my clit. His other hand was on my shoulders, with his thumb clenching my throat. He wanted me to look him in the eye as he practiced this sordid display of police brutality. It hurt everywhere, but I was loving it. I was whimpering and my face was twisted as tears began streaming down my cheeks. I was fully sober now, as John used his whole body weight to force his cock deeper into my ass. He ran his fingers up my pussy and pulled cum out to rub across my clit, making it swell until I exploded in a force that made me scream out loud.“I promise, I’ll never drink and drive again!!”

John pulled his dick from my ass, stroked it a few times and shot cum on my smoothly shaven cunt. Another splashed on my belly button ring. “Bull’s eye,” I said. A third and fourth shot into my hair and onto my lips. I touch his dick between my arched feet and pull yet more hot semen from his fading erection.
He removed his plastic, cum soaked gloves and tossed them into the trashcan, and then picked up a towel to wipe himself and me off. Still handcuffed I kneeled before him and stared desirably at his midsection.

“You are truly one of Tulsa’s finest officers,” I said and kissed his shriveled cock. Licking his balls and sucking the tips of his fingers, I whispered gently, “I definitely have sober up.”

“Okay then, I’ll let you go with a warning this time, since you seem to be sorry that you messed up. But remember, I won’t let you off so easy next time.” Reaching into his wallet he smiled, but still was serious. “Here’s my card. Call me if you ever decide to drink again, and maybe I can help you sober up before you drive.”

“Thanks for sobering me up, officer.”

“Not a problem miss. I’m just doing my job, keeping these streets safe.”

He chauffeured me to my car and let me go. Kissing my knuckles, he gallantly held my car door open and waited for me to put my seat belt on before returning to his car.

Tulsa West Side

Cliff Bales was a cop working the west side of Tulsa. Now in all America there may be a more God forsaken piece of real estate, but as far as Cliff was concerned, this was the armpit of the western world. That’s not to say that Cliff was unhappy working here, because you see Cliff was working undercover in one of the worst areas for murder in the America.

If you wanted to make a lot of money real quick and easy, this was the place to be, and being a undercover cop just made it all the easier. On the outside, Cliff looked like any other $40,000 a year working stiff. He drove a three-year-old car, lived in a comfortable apartment on the far northwest side, and took a two-week vacation to Florida once a year with the wife and two boys.

That was on the outside. Underneath all that, average Joe appearance was the life of a man on the take. For some cops the “take” would mean taking a small amount of money to let a speeder walk on a traffic violation. Two cops to a squad and maybe ten hits per day added up to a couple hundred dollars a day sometime. Not bad, but nowhere near what Cliff and his buddies that he worked with, were bringing in everyday.

Last week Cliff and his partner Chuck were following up on a tip that a big cocaine buy was going down behind a old brick two bedroom home on west 33rd street. The two cops were watching the drop point from the inside of an old panel truck Cliff kept for just such occasions, and it was loaded to the gills with the latest electronic surveillance gear as well as a small army’s worth of firepower.

One of Cliff’s favorite sayings was, “You can’t ever pack too much heat on the West Side!” When Cliff observed the buy going down he signaled Chuck who was hiding in an adjacent garage. Both cops then rushed the startled dealers who were quickly handcuffed and thrown to the ground. They frisked one of the punks and found $5000 in cash and at least $10,000 worth of cocaine. Chuck explained the facts of life to the handcuffed dealers and told them they could keep half the coke and walk with no questions asked, or put up a stink and spend the next five to ten at the state pen in McAlester. Even these dumb fuckers could figure out their next move, and two minutes later, they were hightailing it down the alley a little poorer for their trouble.

Now five grand split two ways was reasonably good, and later on they could sell the coke to dealers they were friendly with, and probably knock down another grand apiece on that. That was life on the West Side. Big money and for big stakes.
Money. The money was good, but the best thing about being an undercover cop on the West Side, was all the free pussy that a cop could handle. Most of the whores were controlled by a few powerful pimps and in order for the girls to stay on the street and out of jail the pimps had either pay the cops off in cold hard cash, drugs, or give the boys in blue a little taste of some fresh young pussy.

Last week Cliff and Chuck had just arrested a hooker named Tonya. Just as they were putting her into the squad car up drives Tonya’s pimp, Joey C. Now Joey was in no mood to have one of his girls off the street for even and hour or two, so he pulled Cliff over to the side and told him that he and Chuck could have a nice party with a couple of new young bitches he had just turned out. They had both just turned eighteen and were in great shape and ready to party. Ten minutes later the two cops were inside an old storefront building Joey C. used as an office. In back, there were several rooms that the girls used for their tricks, and waiting in the front two rooms was the new talent Joey had been promised.

Joey hadn’t been kidding, the girls were knockouts! The girl Cliff chose was sitting on the edge of a double bed dressed only in a bra and panties, her large chest spilling out over the top of her obviously too small bra. Her panties were crotchless and Cliff could see that she had a very hairy pussy with thick protruding lips. She said her name was Jenny as she stood up and started to take off Cliff’s clothes, her chest jiggled when she moved even slightly. Cliff’s cock was now making a tent inside his pants as his eyes feasted on the young hooker’s body.

While standing naked in front of her, Cliff reached around Jenny to release the catch on her over worked bra. As it fell to the floor her tits bounced free of their prison and stood out large and proud with just the tiniest bit of sag. Cliff had never seen such a magnificent pair in his whole life and he quickly buried his face between them and sucked each nipple, alternating between each one. As Cliff nursed on the large nipples, Jenny reached down and slowly jerked the big erection.

Even though she got paid to have sex with strange men, she still couldn’t help but get excited by the nipple sucking she was getting and the feel of a big head in her hand. While Jenny’s pussy began to cream uncontrollably, Cliff reluctantly left Jenny’s nipples and pushed her back down onto the bed. Even on her back, her big tits still held their incredible shape. Cliff had but one thing on his mind as he stared down at the split crotch panties that were now glistening with cunt juice. Jenny had her legs spread wide apart and thrust her cunt towards Cliff’s rigid cock with her face looking angelic, but her body that of a total slut.

Cliff dropped to his knees and slowly ran his tongue up and down the hot slit that was exposed through the now wet panties. When his tongue found Jenny’s clit, she twisted her body around so Cliff could get a better angle. Cliff thought to himself, “this little bitch is hot as a fire cracker!” After several seconds of sucking, she began to buck her hips trying to force her cunt farther into his mouth, and it wasn’t long before Jenny was having an orgasm in Cliff’s mouth. Cliff could tell that she loved to be eaten.

After Jenny had regained her strength, the two of them changed positions with Cliff on the bed and Jenny between his legs. If there was one thing Jenny could do, it was suck cock. She had sucked her first dick when she was only fifteen and it hadn’t taken her long to find out that she could control just about any boy with her mouth. Cliff was about to find out that Jenny had a gift. With his cock leaking precum like a dripping faucet, Jenny used the tip of her tongue to softly lick the slit on the end of his rock hard cock. His cock spasmed as Jenny then sucked it deeply into her throat, slowly at first, then gradually picking up speed, working Cliff’s shaft up and down until he was ready to shoot his hot load into her throat. Just when he was about to cum, Jenny jumped up, straddled his hips, and them impaled her pussy on his raging hard on. On the first plunge both Jenny and Cliff were cumming together in a steaming crescendo of lust. Cliff couldn’t believe how tight Jenny’s little pussy was as he shot spurt after spurt of cum deep in her hole until the young hooker finally fell in a heap on Cliff’s chest gasping for breath.

Cliff gave Jenny’s tit a little squeeze when he finished dressing and stood up to leave. Meeting Chuck in the hall, the two cops exchanged glances and slipped out the back door to their waiting unmarked car while Chuck looked and Cliff and said, “Another very profitable day on the West Side.”