2 comments/ 29556 views/ 3 favorites To Protect & Serve By: Hubee She caught up with the car just where she had expected to find it, on a county road paralleling the Interstate. 'Over the speed limit as well', she thinks, after a quick glance at the radar gun. 'Did you really believe you could avoid me that easily?' she says to herself. Narrowing her eyes in concentration she flips a switch on the dash - blue and red lights start to flash. She doesn't think he will try to run but she isn't sure. She knows he might try it. The uncertainty causes a tightness in the pit of her stomach as she waits for the reaction of the driver. She relaxes as she sees the late model Ford's brake lights come on. Then the indicator light blinks as the car turns off into a dirt farm road. 'Didn't even need to use the siren. ' she whispers aloud to herself, almost disappointed. 'He's giving up quiet as a lamb. ' She follows a few car lengths behind as the vehicle dumps down the unmade and deserted track until it pulls over and stops. She sits in the car for a few minutes, letting him stew, before putting on her wraparound mirror shades and hat and exiting the car. She 'saunters' towards the Ford, hands resting on her equipment belt. She knows that she won't need her gun with this guy, but the hand on the butt of her Colt is part of her 'saunter'; and she is very proud of her 'saunter'. Sometimes she even practises it; when she is sure no one can see. As she comes up to the driver's side she gives the car a practised 'once over', checking the back seat, seeing that the driver's hand are in plain view on the steering wheel and that his window is wound down. 'Good', she grunts to herself. Then she gives the driver a practised 'twice over'. 'Better' is her first thought. Mid 30's, a well built Caucasian male. Smartly dressed with white shirt and colorful tie, his suit coat slung carelessly over the back of his seat. Looking down at him she notes the wavy, dark hair, almost to the collar. Then she catches his glance. He is looking up at her and his blue eyes are zeroed in on her face. She takes off her sunglasses to get a better look. She feels his gaze pierce her, but she feels the 'piercing' a fair bit lower down than where he is looking. A deep, gusty breath swells the policewoman's lungs, causing her uniform shirt to stretch tight across her impressive breasts. It is a reaction that is not un-noticed by the driver. 'I think I better upgrade that 'better' to a 'best'' is the mental note she makes to herself. Then she is brought back to business when she sees the 'shit eating' grin he is wearing on his handsome face. 'What seems to be the problem officer?' 'Why do they ALWAYS go for that line?' she sighs to herself. Hitching up her belt she begins the ritual. 'Were you aware that you were exceeding the speed limit on this road by 15 miles per hour (pause) Sir?' She knows this guy's name well enough. 'And this is not the first time I've had to stop you for speeding is it Mr Cooper?' Suddenly exasperated the driver slams both hands down on the steering wheel. 'Look sweetheart, if you think I have time for any more of your games then you ha... ' The policewoman's response is explosive, cutting across his words. 'Where do you think you get off calling me 'Sweetheart'?'. Wrenching the door open she steps back, hand now very much on her gun. 'Get out of the car. Hands on the roof and spread your legs. ' She watches as conflicting emotions sweep across his face. Before she gets any more protests she bellows, 'Just do it! NOW!!' She is gratified to see him leap to obey, undoing his seat belt and unfolding his length from the seat. As he turns to put his hands on the roof she admires the width of his shoulders. 'This guy must work out. Bet he's real strong. ' She thinks to herself. As he obeys her orders he has his head turned over his shoulder, smiling now, trying to turn on the charm. 'Look, I'm really sorry I reacted like that. I was wrong, but I'm already late for a big appointment. Can't we... ' Her reaction is to stay silent and kick his legs further apart, which shuts him up. She commences a thorough 'pat-down', a search that wouldn't have pleased her instructors at the Academy. She runs her hands up his arms, pausing to 'cop' a feel of his rock hard biceps. Then she moves closer, mashing her breasts against his back as she feels her way across his chest and stomach. He flinches as she feels around the waistband of his trousers. Was this reaction because he was ticklish? Or something else? She feels her nipples tighten in a reaction all of her own. She crouches down and begins to feel her way up his legs, a lot slower than she might have done with any other suspect. She can feel him tense up as she works her way higher. From her close-up position she can actually see his buttocks clenching inside his tight trousers. 'Nice buns!' is her immediate judgement. As she reaches the top of his thighs she doesn't stop, continuing until she can cups his balls in the palm of her hand. She finds herself impressed with the handful. This part of the search brings an immediate response. 'Hey! What do you think you are do... ' A quick squeeze of what she has hold of brings an instant silence. She smiles as she thinks to herself. 'However you hold a man's cock you have him in your total control. ' Having this degree of power is an experience that she enjoys. Or it might be more accurate to say that she used to really enjoy it. She had plenty of chances to exercise it as a police officer. But just lately she has surprised herself by day dreaming about what it would be like if 'things were the other way round'. The guy tries again, more politely this time, stammering in a rather high-pitched voice. 'Look,... Officer, would you mind letting go of the family jewels. It makes me nervous. ' She laughs out loud as she stands up, dusting her hands. 'Just got to make sure you ain't carrying a concealed weapon Mr Cooper. ' The search obviously over he turns around to face the smiling policewoman. From the bulge in the front of his trousers it is obvious that her 'special' search had produced the desired effect. Laughing again she comments, 'Looks like a rifle in there, rather than a handgun. The driver looks embarrassed, staring down at his shuffling feet. 'What happens now Officer, (looking up to peer at her name badge), Pederson? Are you going to give me a ticket as well as humiliating me? Another ticket and I could lose my license, as you well know. No license, no job. ' The policewoman stares the guy up and down, slowly, until he looks at his feet again, blushing under her examination. She knew, even before she stopped him, what the outcome of this encounter would be. Now is the time to let the driver in on the plan. 'I bet, Mr Cooper, that you are one of those guys who thinks it's real unfair for pretty girls to get out of a ticket if they are stopped by a policeman. Am I right?' Without waiting for a response she carries on. 'I can just hear you with your buddies, after a few beers, 'It's discrimination! We don't get breaks like that. ' Is that what you say?' Puzzled, the driver says, 'Yeah, I might think that. I might even say it. So what of it?' 'Well Mr Cooper, I'm a modern woman, I believe in equality. I'm going to give a break like the ladies get. ' She watches his dumbfounded expression and realises that she is not getting through to her 'perp'. Time to get basic. 'Let me explain in words of one syllable Bud. If you blow me you get off the ticket. ' The driver could not have looked more stunned if he had been hit over the head with a baseball bat. His mouth opens and shuts like a goldfish for several seconds before he manages to produce any recognisable words. Finally he manages to say. 'B... b... bl... blow you? You mean... like... go down on you? Here?' 'You catch on real fast Mr Cooper. Do a good job, make me cum, you get away without a ticket and you keep your license. Otherwise it's down to the station house, in cuffs, for speeding and driving with a faulty taillight. ' Before he can even finish his obvious question, 'What faulty taillight?' her night-stick is out and one tail-light is a ruin of tinkling glass. 'You have just five seconds to make up your mind Mr Cooper or that will be TWO faulty tail-lights. ' Tapping the truncheon on her thigh she adds, 'DON'T make me count it down. ' Overwhelmed the bemused driver gives in and nods. 'Alright I'll do it. Just don't do anything else to the car. My boss will kill me. ' 'Besides', he thinks to himself, 'it's not like she's a dog. She'd actually look pretty good without the shades and the dull-dyke uniform. Nice tits somewhere under that shirt as well. ' Thrilled by his capitulation Officer Pederson strips off her belt and dumps it on the roof of the car. The shiny boots are off in a flash and the trousers soon follow. She feels dampness soak her panties as she imagines her handsome captive kneeling between her legs. Those same panties cause an amazed reaction in the driver when he catches a glimpse of them. This scanty scrap of fabric is obviously not standard police issue. (Which makes him wonder. 'Do the police actually have standard issue underwear?) He watches as she bends into his car to throw her trousers on the passenger seat. The strip of material at the back rides up between her lovely ass cheeks and he feels his cock stiffen. He also notices the tattoo on her left buttock, a small police badge and the motto, 'To Protect and Serve'. What kind of policewoman WAS this? Naked from the waist down she sits down in his seat and spreads her legs. She pulls her panties to one side to reveal a mostly shaven' and obviously wet, snatch. Crooking a finger at him she purrs, 'Come and get it, Tiger. ' By now he is in no way reluctant to obey. He drops to his knees on the dirt road between her wide spread thighs and gets his first close glimpse of her pussy. It looks delightful. Her clitoris is already hard and protruding from its hood. Her lips are swollen and glistening with excitement. He takes a deep breath through the nose and is rewarded with the sweet aroma of clean, excited, eager cunt. 'Here goes nothing', he thinks and extends his tongue for a first tentative lick. He is immediately rewarded with a squeal of pleasure and begins working on her with mounting excitement and application. He rasps the whole of his tongue across her clit and feels her strong thighs clench around his neck. Her cries of delight are getting louder. He takes one of her pussy lips into his mouth and sucks, drawing it out to its full extent, then he does the same for the other. Working his tongue into the center of her excitement he relishes her taste. Building up a rhythm he starts tongue fucking her. Soon she is shouting obscenities as he eats her out. 'Fucks!' and 'Shits!,' interspersed with long, sibilant 'Yesssses'. He can feel her hands entwined in his hair, pulling him closer. He can feel her orgasm approaching in what seems like next to no time, so he starts to concentrate on her clit. He sucks it gently into his mouth and flickers his tongue across the hard bud in a steadily increasing pace, like a living vibrator. The vice like grip around his neck increases and he feels his hair being tugged as she loses control. He knows that she is past the point of no return and decides that the time is right to risk a little pay back. Taking her clit between his teeth he gives it a sharp nip. It has the opposite effect to the one planned. The sharp pain only serves to intensify her on-rushing orgasm. Grabbing his head she grinds her cunt all over his face as she cums and cums and CUMS! She rubs her clit across his nose and upper lip until he is convinced she will do him permanent damage. At her climax he feels her juices gush into his mouth and he can do nothing except drink it down. All he can hear is her sobbing what seems like a religious litany, 'OHMYGODOHMGODOHMGODOHMYGOD'. After what feels like minutes she finally stops her spasms and loosens the death grip around his neck and he is able to stand up. He is only conscious of the throbbing erection in his pants and the copious smearing of cunt juices across his face. Extending a hand he helps the rubber-legged policewoman out of the seat. They stare at each other for a long moment without saying a word. Still without speaking she turns and leans into the car to retrieve her uniform pants. Virtually without conscious thought the man seizes his opportunity. Grabbing her handcuffs off the equipment belt on the roof of the car he has one wrist behind her back and cuffed before she is aware of what is going on. Still dazed by her monumental orgasm she hardly resists as the other arm is pulled behind her back and secured. Considering he is not a police officer he shows a remarkable dexterity with the quick action cuffs. Now she is helpless. How stupid had she been? Twirling her around he stares into her dazzling blue eyes once more. His eyes still have the same effect on her. She can see the heat of anger and un-spent lust burning behind his pupils and she feels even more helpless. Quietly, through clenched teeth he whispers. 'Seems that going around all day in your butch uniform makes you feel pretty powerful doesn't it, (sneering) Officer Pederson. Seems you need to be taken down a peg or two. You can dish it out alright, let's see if you can take it shall we?' With that he grabs the front of her dark blue blouse with both hands and rips it open. As her buttons bounce on the dirt road he drinks in the sight revealed. She has breasts just the way he likes them, big but not too big. At this moment they are heaving inside the fragile restraint of a lacy, low cut bra, her nipples barely covered. If he hadn't previously seen her sexy panties then this undergarment would have been a bigger surprise. It is such a contrast to the starched and masculine uniform. The other surprise is to see her nipples, hard as diamonds, poking through the lace. Dragging his eyes away from this vision he manages to look at her face, trying to read her thoughts. 'Those nipples look pretty stiff little lady, but it's not as if it's very cold today. ' She drops her eyes, blushing rather attractively. 'I also figure that a policewoman like you knows all kinds of self-defence stuff. I bet you could take me down even with your hands cuffed behind your back. But you haven't even struggled since I got you hog-tied. Bit of a change to how you were a few minutes ago. I wonder why that is?' He takes her chin in his hand and raises her face until she is looking at him again. 'Perhaps you like being helpless like this? Is that it?' When he gets no answer he pulls down one cup of her bra and takes the exposed nipple between his large fingers. 'I'm only going to ask one more time. ' With that he gives her nipple a hard tweak. 'Do you like being helpless like this?' The woman bites her lip at the pain and shakes her head in denial. Moving closer to her the man slides his fingers up the inside of her thigh, still holding the nipple between his fingers. Her panties provide no barrier to his searching, probing fingers. They discover a virtual swamp of wetness, seeping from her pussy. Leaning his mouth closer to her ear he whispers, 'You're cunt says your lying - sweetheart. ' This time she doesn't react to his use of this word. With excitement in his voice he asks, 'You DO like it, don't you?' Another, harder, twist of the nipple accompanies the question and this combination causes the policewoman to crack, quietly. 'Yes,' she whispers, eyes downcast, 'I like it. ' 'Yes what?' the man snaps back. Suddenly at a loss the woman stutters, 'Yes... erm... ah... Mr Cooper?' Not satisfied he gives her tortured nipple a pinch, causing her to wince. 'I think a public servant like you should be a bit more polite. I am a member of the public after all, therefore you are my servant. Let's see if we can't get it right this time. Yes what...?' She understands what he wants to hear this time and to save her poor nipple she says, 'Yes... SIR... I like being helpless like this. ' Then, out of character, she adds, 'With you. ' 'In that case let's see you be a bit more helpful to one of your employers. ' He says, 'I think it is about time you returned the favor. Let's see you on your knees and sucking my cock pretty damn quick. ' A hand on her shoulder forces her down in front of his crotch. As he undoes his zip he warns. 'If you even think about taking some revenge whilst I use your mouth you will be in more trouble than you can imagine. It is a long walk back into town and I don't think you'd like to walk it naked, especially with your hands still cuffed. ' As he speaks he releases his cock from his pants. Revenge is the furthest thing from Officer Pederson's mind once she gets a look. His cock might have FELT impressive whilst she was searching him but it LOOKS even better. Just the way SHE likes them. About 9 inches, circumcised, thick and best of all, HARD. A large bead of pre-cum is oozing from the slit and the policewoman is thrusting her face forward to get at it, even before the man is ready. Excited by her eagerness he pauses for a second. 'What kind of cock-hungry little slut have I caught myself here? You just can't wait can you?' With that he takes his cock in one hand and gently starts to slap her face with it. This action causes the blob of jism on the tip to splatter on her cheek. He slaps her cheek with his cock again, asking, 'You want this? You want this?' Without answering, she moves her open mouth, following his cock, trying to taste it. She looks like a baby bird waiting to be fed. The man amuses himself by keeping his cock head away from her searching mouth, 'drawing' lines of pre-cum across her cheeks, like snail trails. Growing bored he rests it against her lips and asks again, 'You want this?' Finally finding her voice the kneeling, handcuffed woman answers, 'Yes I want it. ' Then without further encouragement she continues, 'I want your cock in my mouth. I want it in my throat as deep as it will go. I want you to fuck my mouth like it was a cunt. I want you to come in my mouth and I want to drink all your spunk.' This torrent of filth causes the driver's cock to swell and his heart to race. In a voice thick with lust he growls, 'OK slut, open wide and see if you can cope with this'. As her lips part he thrust his pelvis forward and buries the entire length of his prick into her mouth in one stroke. She feels his balls slap against her chin and desperately tries to relax her throat to cope with all his width and length before she chokes. She manages; just in time, as the man starts to piston his cock between her wide stretched lips. She swirls her tongue around his pulsing, thrusting shaft in an attempt to increase his satisfaction. But she is wasting her time, nothing can add to his enjoyment. He is revelling in the liberating feeling of concerning himself with his sexual pleasure alone. With no interest in the bound woman's gratification he can concentrate solely on enjoying himself, wallowing in that most base and simple pleasure; sex! As a result of this single-minded concentration an orgasm is not long in arriving. She feels his cock swell in her mouth and his thrusting increase in pace. Entwining his fingers in her hair his entire body goes rigid and his back arches until the head of his prick feels as it is going to come out the back of her neck. Then he erupts in her mouth and she feels his hot seed spray across her tongue and pump into her throat. Sucking desperately she manages to capture his entire load in her mouth. She waits until the spastic spasms of his orgasm have passed and he is looking down at her. When she has his attention she opens her mouth to show him the jism that is pooled there. Provocatively, still staring him straight in the eye, she lets the mixture of sperm and saliva run from her mouth, dribble over her chin and splash onto her hard nippled breasts. To Protect and Serve "I have a surprise for you," Jason smiled over at me as we drove down the freeway. "Another one?" I teased, laying my head on his shoulder and running my hand lightly up and down his thigh. We were both eager for this date and the fact that we were actually getting to spend a substantial amount of time alone together. Can you call it a date when you are married? I think so. Spending every night together does not mean you don't need to get out of the house sometimes. Sounds like a definition of "date" to me. This would be our first time away from the kids for more than a couple of hours at a time in two months. Getting a babysitter was the first unexpected surprise Jason had waiting for me when I got home from work that evening. The next surprise was the fact that he had some clothes laid out for me on the bed. His choice was somewhat bizarre – low cut gold velour snakeskin tank top, short red knit skirt, black patent leather stiletto-heeled pumps and thigh high fishnet stockings. Hmmm. I had to smile – I would certainly be thrown off the PTA Board if anyone saw me dressed up in this get-up - and fashion critic Blackwell would have a heart attack over the combination, but it let me know where Jason's mind was. We both knew that our sex life – while still passionate and very hot - was in serious danger of becoming routine, always in our king sized bed after the kids were asleep. So he wanted to spice things up a little. I was certainly game. I shooed him out of the bedroom and changed clothes, kicking the conservative gray suit and white silk blouse, crotchless pantyhose and gray leather low-heeled pumps off to the side of the bed on the floor without a second thought. I went into the bathroom and carefully brushed out my long traditional French braid and scrubbed my face clean. I redid my make-up; careful to over-do it with lots of black eyeliner and mascara to accentuate my eyes – Jason just loved my eyes. I finished off the look with a deep red lipstick and a black ribbon tying back my suddenly wild hair and looked at my reflection in the mirror with satisfaction. Not bad. Waist length red hair rippled and wildly full from being tied up in a braid all day, relatively unlined deep blue eyes, provocative full lips, a light sprinkling of freckles across my nose. I ran my hands from my neck down to my breasts, reveling in the feel of the velour snakeskin over the fullness of my heavy unencumbered tits. Since he hadn't set out a bra, I didn't put one on in the spirit of going along. Hands smoothed down to my waist – finally back to normal after two kids, and over my full womanly hips. I lifted up the short skirt to make sure that my muff was neatly trimmed. Short black hair trimmed short enough to reveal plump pink nether lips. Perfect. As a rule I never wear panties under dresses or skirts, even to work. It gave me a feeling of freedom and incredible secret sexiness, even in boardroom meetings where the bottom line being discussed was not my own bare bottom against the leather conference room chairs. Sometimes during long meetings as my sexual scent heated slowly from skin against leather, I watched the men closest as they paid more and more attention to me, until they were practically falling all over themselves in their eagerness to agree or do anything I suggested. I don't think they knew consciously what I was doing, but on some primal level they slowly became aware of my sexuality, even under the conservative suits and braided hair. I used this power to my advantage many times when the men on the board were being excessively territorial and I wanted to bring them back to the subject at hand. Manipulative? Probably. Unfair? Maybe. But our firm had seen a sharp upturn since I was made a board member, and the president had noted many times how my analysis and subsequent ideas had saved the company from making many questionable decisions in recent past. While I covertly used my sexuality to gain the power to get them to listen to me, I played it sly and subtle and consequently didn't have to sleep with anyone unpleasant to keep my spot, a still unfortunately common occurrence in the executive world. I slipped on the obscenely high stiletto heels and took a few cautious steps. It has been a long time since I had worn heels this high. I walked around the room a bit to get used to the feel again. It wouldn't do to get to wherever Jason had planned to take me and have me trip all over myself first thing. I pulled on a long ankle length black coat to cover my outfit from the babysitter and our neighbors' prying eyes. Have to keep up appearances of the nice conservative couple with the nicely kept yard and house. Wouldn't they all be surprised to know that Jason and I have published over a dozen pornographic novels and short stories and have posted nude photos over the Internet on our own adult web page! I opened the bedroom door and slowly walked into the living room, where Jason waited, impatiently drumming his fingers on the arm of the couch and glassily listening to Kathy, the mousy dishwater blond woman from down the street talk brightly about potty training her son. She looked up at my approach and smiled hugely. She had a small hunk of bread caught in her rather large horse-y teeth. "Monica, I was just telling Jason that little Seth went three whole hours without wetting himself. Isn't that wonderful?" "Yes, Kathy, that is a true success story." I turned to Jason who looked me up and down in obvious disappointment until he saw my fishnet-covered ankles and the black patent leather heels from below the long coat. He smiled up at me and rose from the couch. "Let's go, we don't want to be late!" Kathy peered at me closely. "Wow, you sure do look different. Your hair is all teased up!" "Just combed out from being in a braid all day, no teasing required." I turned away from her nosy little washed out brown eyes and opened the door. How a hunky man like Cameron ended up with someone like her was beyond me. All she ever did was gossip about every person on the block and gab about how perfect her 18-month-old son was. Very boring. I mean, I love my kids, but my whole life doesn't revolve around their toilet habits for heaven's sake! "Thanks again, Kathy. We may be back very late," Jason said as he closed the door behind him to forestall any other comment or questions. "Whew!" We both signed in relief and laughed. Jason grabbed my hand and pulled me toward his truck. I guess we weren't taking my car. "Hey, wait, slow down!" I struggled to remain upright on the heels. "These things are four inches high. You don't want me to break my neck before the evening has even begun, do you?" Jason slowed down and made a big show of opening the door and helping me in. My coat fell open and one fishnet-covered leg was revealed to its full length. He lightly caressed my leg, then grabbed the end of my coat and flipped it inside. He grinned at me, slammed the door and ran around to the driver's side. So gallant, my Jason. We drove off into the night. I slid over to him across the bench seat and slowly unbuttoned the coat to reveal what I was wearing. He smiled and playfully grabbed my boob and squeezed. "Perfect!" He had obviously noticed my lack of bra and was really grinning now. His cheeks must be aching. "Sooooo, what's the big surprise? Where are you taking me?" I asked, my hand rubbing his leg. "That's the surprise!" "Not gonna tell me, huh?" I laughed and leaned back in the seat. I lifted one leg up and placed the impossibly high heel up on the dash of the car. The tight skirt inched even further up my thigh. I ran my fingers up my inner thigh and looked over at him. "Nope!" Jason glanced at my leg and my hand as it disappeared under my skirt. "I told you, it's a surprise!" His right hand joined mine under my skirt. His large thick fingers probed my bare pussy. I withdrew my own hand and let him do his magic. It had been ages since he had fingered me in the car. God, it felt good. His fingers rubbed and stroked and finally thrust up inside me. I groaned with pleasure and opened my legs even further. His hand slapped hard against my thigh as he finger fucked me slowly at first, then increasing tempo until I grabbed the edge of the seat in sudden tension. My juices welled up and spilled out onto the seat as my orgasm ripped through me. Jason slowly withdrew his fingers and smiled at me smugly. I looked at him dreamily, slowly coming down from the orgasmic high. "Recognize where we are yet?" I lazily looked out the window. It was dark, but I could see we were on a winding canyon road, one that was familiar to both of us. I laughed. "Our tree?" "Yep. I figure it has been too long since we have visited. Can't have that." He turned into a dirt parking lot of a little used picnic park and drove up to a large tree that appeared stark and grotesquely twisted in the glaring headlights. He turned off the motor and turned out the lights. After a moment, our eyes adjusted to the low light and black shadows slowly coalesced into the gray features of "our" old oak tree, made more approachable in the soft light. The half moon made the small park glow eerily. We used to come here before we were married, spending lunch hours together eating, talking and fucking in the front seat of the truck. The few times we were almost caught by passing motorists and men on horseback as they traveled the many trails behind the park only added spice to the encounters. It was in this park that Jason discovered my aversion to wearing panties and was always delighted to fuck me under my suits. One night I jumped out of the car and completely stripped, throwing my clothes over the low hanging branch of the oak tree, and bent all the way over, my ass offered to him in the low light of the starry evening. Jason had almost tripped over himself to pull off his pants and bury his cock in my waiting cunt. While it was not the first time I had ever fucked out in the open, it was easily the most exciting. The feel of the night air on my naked body, Jason pumping into me fast and hard, my legs trembling as my first orgasm of the night washed over me, the sound of the occasional car passing by, the feeling of utter exposure and vulnerability... The memories of those days and nights washed over me and I smiled. I had regained the use of my body and so slid out of the truck, shedding the long concealing coat. I stood out in the cool moonlight and closed my eyes, shivering as the moon bathed me with its soft gentle light. Jason came up behind me and kissed my neck, his arms wrapped around my waist. I leaned back against him and let the feel of his mouth on my neck wash over me as gentle as the moonlight. I turned in his grasp and kissed him deeply, effectively smearing my carefully lined lips. I didn't care. I loved this man, this man who could bring out the sexual beast in me, who could be so tender and so strong, who loved me as much as I did him. His kiss became demanding and he yanked up my top to expose my breasts. His mouth covered one breast with a suddenness that made me gasp, and he suckled me hard. I buried my fingers in his hair and threw my head back. His other hand slid under my skirt and squeezed my bare ass. I shuddered, less from the chill of the night air on my body than from the excitement of his touch. He suddenly released me and whirled me around, pushing my shoulders down so I was bent over in front of him. I spread my legs and gripped my ankles firmly. Jason laughed at my movement as he saw my wet pink cunt lips glinting in the moonlight. "You are always ready to spread those legs, aren't you, baby? Always so ready to fuck..." He pulled up my skirt to my waist and ran his fingers down the crack of my ass to my wet cunt. "You just wanna be fucked, huh? Does it matter whose cock it is that does the fucking?" He thrust his finger in and I gasped with pleasure. "I bet it doesn't, does it, slut?" Hearing him call me that increased my excitement. My ass quivered as I felt him fumble with his pants while he fingered me. Suddenly he withdrew his fingers and I felt the heat from the tip of his hard cock slide past my ass and into my slippery cunt. "Well, tonight you only have to deal with me." His cock entered me with exquisite slowness. "Too bad." His cock buried itself completely in my cunt. "I would like to see you get all the fucking you need..." He punctuated his last statement with a hard sudden thrust. He filled me and thrilled me with each slow deep thrust, his hands on my hips to keep me steady. My hair streamed down into the dirt, my face contorted with pleasure and was suffused with blood from hanging down, and my legs shook as I strained to keep upright. The slowness of his thrusts filled me with lust and an incredible need to be filled hard and fast. I thrust my backside hard against him and moaned out loud. The sudden movement almost made him lose his balance. "What is it, slut?" Jason rammed me hard one more time and stopped. "You want something? You want it faster?" He leaned over my back and whispered, "Tell me what you want, slut. Beg me for it." I whimpered at the loss of movement. My body was on fire. "Please," I moaned, "please fuck me hard and fast!" He thrust into me once. "Say it louder, whore. Tell me you want my cock." "Yes!" I spoke up, almost shouting to the trees. "I want you to fuck me hard and fast!" He thrust into me with such furious vigor that I screamed in pleasure. My body was tossed and battered by the force of it. My breasts bounced so hard they ached. My breathing quickened to audible gasps. The air was filled with animal sounds emanating from my throat and our bodies slapping together in ancient rhythm. My cunt contracted and I came with a sudden explosion that ripped a scream from my throat. My body rode the waves, bucking and thrashing, and finally his thrusts slowed. My legs buckled and Jason caught me, his still hard cock slipping out of me. He pulled me to him and kissed me. My face and arms tingled with the aftereffects of my intense orgasm. The warmth of his lips slowly pierced my senses and I kissed him back. I straddled his long hard cock with my legs and pressed my thighs together. I laughed throatily. "Let's finish this off in the truck, baby. I've lost my legs!" My tight knit skirt was still caught around my waist and my top was still pulled up over my breasts. Everything important was accessible to my Jason, so I saw no reason to cover up for the few yards to the truck. His pants were down around one leg and his still hard cock stood out from his body like a flagpole, glistening with my juices. He squeezed my breasts and rubbed my sensitive clit while I tried to walk back to the truck on high-heeled shoes made more precarious with legs wobbly and still tingling from cumming. "You had better stop that or I am gonna fall down right here!" I laughed at him. "All the better to f..." Suddenly a very bright light hit us both, punctuated by a brief blast from a police siren. We both threw our hands up to protect our eyes against the blazing white glare. "Stay where you are!" A booming voice over a loud speaker demanded. "Oh shit," I muttered. I started to pull down my top and skirt to cover my exposed breasts and pussy. "I said DON'T MOVE!" The voice in the glare roared. "Put your hands behind your back and don't make a move!" My breasts thrust forward as I pulled my arms behind my back as directed. "What is going on here?" I whispered to Jason, my bare breasts heaving in sudden fear. "What should we do?" Jason peered into the bright light. No one had yet materialized, so we had no idea what was really beyond the light. He opened his mouth to speak. "Do not talk or move!" the voice boomed. My eyes widened and I shivered, feeling the cool night breeze wash over my exposed body. We waited. And waited. And waited for what seemed like hours, but what couldn't really be more than a few minutes. Suddenly two dark figures materialized in the light, their figures casting long shadows on the brightly lit ground. They stopped in front of us. After a moment, my eyes adjusted and I could make out their features. They were both tall and broad shouldered under their police uniforms, stern visaged; looking very much like a recruitment poster for macho men. The black one had a moustache; the blond had a crew cut and looked as tough as an Army Drill Sergeant. The dark one spoke; "Well, well, what have we here?" His inky black eyes traveled up and down my body, it felt as if I had been physically felt up. His eyes finally made it back up to my face. He moved forward and peered closely at my face and suddenly grinned. "I know you. You're Monica Majors, VP of Talagent Corporation. You gave a speech last October on how certain major corporate policies counter the police department's goals. Good speech." His eyes lazily rested on my quivering breasts. Ohmigod, he recognized me! I swallowed. If this made the papers, my career was over. The company I worked for was very, very straight laced – at least on their public face. Especially now. We had been planning a huge buy out and I was VP of Mergers and Acquisitions. This kind of publicity could blow the whole deal. They would have no choice but to fire me if a scandal were associated with a high-ranking female member of the firm. Shit shit shit! I glanced at Jason. He looked worried and apologetic at the same time. "I had no idea THESE were under that suit you wore that day." His eyes were riveted to my tits. "Grey, wasn't it, with a blue silk blouse?" He grinned at me and leaned closer. "Oh yeah, I remember you. You can't hide that hair in a bun or those big tits under a suit, you know. I had fantasies about finding you alone for weeks!" The drill Sergeant joined in, "Prominent corporate VP arrested for indecent exposure, lewd acts in public, trespassing... my my my. What great newspaper copy! I imagine your co-workers would get a kick out of this." He leaned back on his heels and looked Jason up and down. "I ran your plates, you obviously are her husband. Since you don't look like the househusband type, I am assuming that you also have a job. Made any enemies there? They will just eat this up!" He sneered and looked over at me. "Pretty wife you got here." His eyes caressed my body boldly. "Makes me sorry I missed the speech, I could have stopped her for speeding or something and gotten to know her much better even sooner." The words "even sooner" triggered something in my brain. I gulped. I could see where they were taking this. "Shame about her career, though," he continued, his eyes swinging from my face to Jason's. "But I guess someone as good looking as that should be able to find something else pretty easily. I hear that Double D's is looking for dancers. I could put in a good word for you," he snickered. Double D's was a local strip bar that featured dancers with huge boobs and a notorious back room for very private parties where you get anything you wanted, for a price. It was obvious they thought they had my price, that I would do anything to keep my name out of the paper. Maybe they were right. Or not. The situation was really quite funny. I had been caught having sex with my own husband, and in order to keep that alarming fact out of the newspaper, I had to fuck these two cops, these two protectors of all that was lawful and right. I looked over at Jason with a sideways glance. I could see in his eyes that he knew what was going on here, too. He let me know with a nod that whatever I did about it – to go along or refuse - was up to me. The really funny part was that Jason and I had seriously talked about going out and finding other men to fuck me many, many times; we just hadn't actually done it yet. I had assumed that we would plan it all out first, that we would go to a bar way out of town to make sure no one knew us, and I would choose someone suitable with Jason right there to make sure nothing got out of hand. To Protect and Serve It looked like the choice was still mine. The night was silent as we all stood completely still to let me mull it over. It was true that I wouldn't want my name in the paper in this situation. I had to bit my lip to keep from grinning. What they didn't realize was that I was eager to "do anything" and now was as good a time as any! The crickets began bleating again and the wind suddenly rustled through the oak tree behind us. I took a deep breath. "Please," I whispered, my eyes downcast. "Please don't turn us in. Please let us go." "Now why would we let you go?" the dark one looked genuinely surprised. I looked up at him under long dark eyelashes. "Please don't turn us in. I am sure we can make other arrangements." I took another deep breath and obviously drew my shoulders back even farther so as to accentuate my naked breasts. "I will do anything you ask." "Really?" The drill Sergeant leaned in very close to me. "Anything?" His hand brushed my nipple very lightly. I gasped as an electric shock raced through my body at his touch. My nipple instantly crinkled. "Yes," I said breathlessly, raising my chin and looking into his steel gray eyes. "Anything." The cops looked at each other and nodded. The dark one took a pair of handcuffs off his belt and dragged Jason over to the side of the truck. "I hope you enjoy the show, Mr. Majors." He winked and handcuffed Jason to the side mirror of our truck with a smooth practiced motion. Jason's pants were still around his ankles and I couldn't help but notice that his cock, which had softened when the cops first shined their searchlight into our eyes, had begun to harden again. His eyes shone with barely suppressed excitement. I recognized that look. He looked like that whenever we talked about going out and finding other men for me. He was excited. He was ready for whatever happened next. The drill Sergeant turned off the searchlight, plunging the park into darkness. It took a minute for my eyes to adjust. Slowly the soft moonlight lit the scene. The whole thing seemed eerily unreal. The police car was pulled parallel to the truck several yards away. Whatever happened, Jason was going to have a ringside seat. Drill Sergeant grabbed my arm and pulled me over to the side of the squad car, pushing me up against it. His large rough hands found my breasts and squeezed them hard. I moaned with pleasure. Men had always loved my big tits, and I loved it when men handled them. Whoever said big tits can't feel anything must have been flat as a pancake and jealous of her more generously endowed sisters. Drill Sergeant kissed me hard, his tongue insistently jabbing into my mouth. I relished the taste of him and met his tongue with my own. I assumed my hands were left free for a purpose, so I ran my fingers through his short-cropped hair and pulled his head down onto my lips with even greater force. His lips left my mouth and he kissed and sucked my neck. Oh yes. His touch was electric. I threw my head back and let him explore that erogenous spot on my neck before he slowly made his way down lower. I threw my head back and closed my eyes again, losing myself in the sensation of the Drill Sergeant licking and sucking my skin, working his way down until he finally reached the swell of my breast. Oh yes, his tongue danced all around before reaching my nipple. One little teasing lick and his mouth suddenly covered my nipple, sucking it hard. It felt so good I thought I was going to cum right then and there. "Mmmmmm, you like this don't you?" he pulled his mouth from my nipple making a small smacking sound. "Hey Brian," he called over to his partner, "come over here and taste this. I do believe these babies are for real!" The black cop, now identified as Brian, stepped up to me and cupped his hand under my free breast, weighing it in his hand. "Nice and heavy." His hand spread out to hold as much of my breast in as possible. "More than a handful, and," he squeezed, "I do believe you are right. Feels real to me." He lifted it to his mouth and sucked hard. Two men were sucking and squeezing my tits... god, it was a fantasy come true! I smiled up to the night and looked over the two bent heads to Jason. His cock jutted out, fully erect now as he watched the men suck on me. Brian placed his hand on my muff, his middle finger moving through my short-cropped thatch until it found my swollen clit. His expert finger circled slowly. I wiggled with pleasure. He increased the tempo of his circles. Oh god yes, it felt so good! I moved my hips in rhythm, trembling as my excitement climbed. Neither cop stopped their sucking on my tits; I wanted to beg them to please never stop sucking! Brian's hand moved faster and faster. I felt my orgasm begin to build like a slow fire in my groin, ready to spread, ready to explode. He suddenly stopped playing with my clit just as I was ready to cum and I cried out in frustration. His finger slowly moved back toward my dripping cunt. He parted my swollen lips and I moaned with pleasure as his finger slipped inside me. I felt the fire build again, and I knew I was going to cum. I tossed my head back and cried out as it raged and flowed over me like liquid fire. My body tingled as the fire burned its way to the surface of my skin. I fell from the sky through the clouds and was caught mid air by four strong arms. I was lifted by those arms to the hood of the car. It felt cold and smooth and incredibly sexy to my bare bottom. I was held upright and my legs propped up, but my mind only registered this as a mild curiosity. Something probed my still contracting vagina. It entered. It slid in smoothly, thickly, wetly. Yes! A cock, a wonderful big, hard cock. I shook my head and looked at the man to whom that delicious body part belonged; it was Brian. His face contorted as he pushed his huge organ into me. Again. Harder. Faster. Harder! Come on! Faster! Do it now! I had not realized I had spoken aloud. Brian leered into my face and said, "You got it, baby." My body rocked with the power of his thrusts. His cock filled me and transformed me. Every cell in my body lived for nothing but this moment. I wrapped my legs around him, moving my pelvis in tempo with his grinding plunges into my channel. I wrapped my arms around him, snaking my hands to his bare round ass and pulled him forward as hard as I could. His hands reacted by crushing my ass cheeks in syncopated rhythm. "Now! Yes! Harder! Faster! FASTER! FUCK MEEEEE!" The whole car rocked on its chassis. I screamed out my orgasm and rode his bucking cock like a bull in a rodeo. His pounding did not abate. I came down from the pinnacle only to be shot upward again and again. I came over and over again until my body trembled and shrieked with a million voices. The orgasms would not stop. Very thrust became another knife of delight that stabbed me deeper than thought, deeper than life, deeper than dreaming. His ragged voice joined mine in a roar as he shot his hot wad into my body. He convulsed and his hands spasmed hard around my ass with his final powerful push. He exhaled noisily, ending in a growl. His head fell forward onto my shoulder. He twitched and my cunt contracted strongly against his cock still nestled inside me. He sighed. My hands were still wrapped in his hair. I slowly gained the feeling back in my fingers and stroked his curly hair. I brushed my lips against his neck. He whipped his head back and stared at me in shock. "Holy shit. She is the best damn fuck I have ever had!" he said roughly. "Oh yeah?" his partner said, leaning against the now still car. "Then let me have a go at her. Gotta back up my partner, you know!" Brian pulled his now deflating organ out of me and I whimpered at the loss. The drill Sergeant pulled me down off the hood of the car and whipped me around. I almost fell, my legs were still very wobbly from multiple orgasms, but he caught me roughly and pushed me forward to bend over the fender, my breasts squashed against the smooth surface. Drill Sergeant grabbed my hair and forced my head back. My back arched forcibly, my breasts were freed and suddenly alive with movement. He kicked my already spread legs open even further. Without releasing my hair, he fumbled with his pants. Suddenly I could feel the heat from his cockhead against my ass. He slid his cock down my crack to my dripping wet pussy. My pussy - now a live thing somehow apart from the rest of me – seemed to reach out for it and contracting on empty air in frustration. Give me that, it seemed to say! Give it to me! I need it Fuck me! Now!!! I moved my ass up and down and in and out; my movements now all dictated by my ravenous demanding pussy. "All right, you really want it, don't you?" he whispered hoarsely. "Say it, slut. Say it loud so your husband can hear you beg for my cock!" "Yes! YES!" I said loudly. "Please. Give it to me, fuck me NOW!" "You hear that, Mr. Majors?" he threw over his shoulder at Jason. "Your wife wants me to fuck her now!" With that, he rammed his cock into me. My world burst into a thousand shards that rained down in tiny prickling shivery lights. My body belonged to this night. Each hard thrust killed me and instantly brought me back to screaming life. Over and over again, my life exploded. My breasts slapped against the hood of the car, my screams rent the air, my body burst from my skin. His ramming penis was the center of everything. Light, sound, touch all centered at the juncture of our bodies, pelvis to pelvis. My head lolled, my arms lost all feeling. Someone behind me was moaning in time to the ramming of my saturated pulsing pussy. The world had lost continuity. Ramming, thrusting, crashing... that was the only thing I could feel. The only thing I could think of. The cock inside me suddenly thickened. Oh yes, I could feel every inch of it even more now... Yes! Oh Yes!!!! I built up again and shattered as the cock detonated and shot hot thick cum inside me. The night swirled around me in soft colors, scents and sounds. The cock pulled from my overflowing cunt but I could not move. I lay against the car, my legs outspread and cum dripping down my thigh. The night kissed my bare ass. "Oh, now don't you get all tired out yet, sweet thing." A low voice penetrated my euphoric haze and drifted over me. "We aren't done with you yet!!" I was pulled from the hood of the car, boldly caressed and kissed. I couldn't see straight, I couldn't tell who was kissing me. It didn't matter. Warm lips pressed against mine, a hot tongue roamed gently inside my mouth. He pulled away from me and I shook my head to clear my thoughts and finally come back to earth. I blinked up at Brian. What he had said suddenly registered. Not done yet? What else did they want? I as prodded from behind by the nightstick. I turned to look at Brian behind me. My heavy breasts swayed against my chest. "Come on, do it!" Brian said almost gently. His black eyes gleamed in anticipation. I felt someone prodding me from behind, cold and hard. It must be the nightstick. It slid over my swollen cum saturated lips rhythmically. My backside lifted and undulated, my legs parted even more to accommodate its width and length. It pushed against my slick cum filled pussy and shoved by degrees inside. I jumped. I moaned... I have never had anything so thick and hard inside me. It pushed in a few more inches and pulled out, in and out, Brian fucked me with his nightstick. The nightstick increased its tempo into my stretched pussy. I completely lost control of my muscles, I could not move. The nightstick pummeling my cunt was taking all reason away. In and out it filled my cunt with unforgiving hardness. I cried out as I came, my body jerking and convulsing around the stick, my cunt spasming against its impossible hardness. The stick eased out of me. I shivered and shook as I melted against the hood of the car. There was silence all around for what seemed like hours, although I am sure it was only a few seconds. I slowly peeled myself from the hood of the car, my skin sticking as if reluctant to let go. I stood in front of the two burly officers, my legs shook so hard I had to lean against the car to remain upright. The officers were both grinning, their eyes glittering. Brian held his nightstick and slapped it softly into his other hand. The tip gleamed wetly in the moonlight. "Very nice performance, ma'am!" the Brian said. "We just night have to let you off this time for good behavior!" The Drill Sargeant laughed. "But wait!" he suddenly turned to where Jason was still standing handcuffed to the truck, his cock hard and throbbing in the moonlight. He strode over to Jason and looked him up and down. "Doesn't seem fair, does it?" he said. "Everyone here is having a good time except you!" He glanced at Jason's erect penis and then looked over at Brian and to me. He slowly smiled. "What do you think? Should we let him have a piece of his own wife?" Brian laughed. The sound fell like leaves around my shoulders. I shuddered with sudden chill. "Sure, why not..." He looked at me and grinned. "Let's give him a little something... extra special." Drill Sergeant smiled knowingly and chuckled. Extra? What did he mean? He pulled out his keys and unlocked the handcuffs from Jason's wrists. "I know you aren't going to do anything stupid." The warning in his low voice was clear. "No." Jason's voice was tinted with the slightest bit of humor. His cock stood out hard and proud from his muscular body. The cop took him by the arm and pulled him quickly to the car. Brian took me by the arm and almost reverently pushed me over the hood of the car. He gently nudged my legs open wide. He pulled my body backward a little, so only my face and chest rested against the car. He slowly ran his hands over my bottom, one hand on each cheek. His hands made their way to the already exposed valley between my cheeks. He suddenly yanked my cheeks apart. One finger snaked to my asshole and tickled it lightly. "A little present for you, Mr. Majors. A little ass fucking reward for your forbearance and generosity in allowing us to use your wife." The Drill Sergeant pushed Jason forward. His hard cock touched my leg. "Do it. Fuck her ass. She's acting like a slut tonight; she wants it bad. Now's your chance." Jason's laid his warm hand on the small of my back. I shivered in anticipation. We had only played at anal sex and hadn't quite gotten to the point where we did it all the way. I know how much Jason wanted it. He made no secret he was willing to take it all the way as soon as I was ready. Cum from two different men was dripping down my thigh. My legs shook, my breathing was rapid, my eyes glazed. The night was warm and wild. Three pairs of male eyes had watched me turn into a sexual animal. Three pairs of male eyes watched me now. Oh yes. I was ready now. "Yes!" I whispered. I could not see the men who watched me, but their collective sharp intake of breath blended with the faded night wind like a sigh. Jason's cock touched me. I jumped from the sheer ecstasy of feeling its heat against my shivering skin. He slid down my crack and slipped into my overflowing pussy. "Yeah, lube it up!" Brian laughed. Jason's cock cooled me, comforted me, inflamed me, drove me... And then it pulled out suddenly. It slowly traced a wet trail back from my pussy to my convulsing virgin hole. It stopped there. I could feel how slick and wet it was. How hard it was. How ready... It pushed slowly. My ass reacted by tightening against the intruder. I shook uncontrollably. I could feel every inch of me tense in anticipation. It pushed harder. I cried out as it suddenly popped inside. The rim grabbed the head and squeezed. The intensity of feeling surprised and seared me. I quivered and tensed even harder. Jason's hands grabbed my hips to keep me still. It pushed in a little more. I whimpered with each centimeter of progress it made inside me. It pushed in more and more. The sensation filled my body with unbearable sound. Fingers suddenly probed my cunt, withdrew, and slathered thick juices around the hard thing impaling me and the gripping orifice that held it tight. Whose fingers they were I couldn't see, I was blinded with the vibrations of my soul as it stormed and thundered. It started its inward probing again. Harder. Determined. In and in and in. And then with a deep growl, it rammed all the way up inside me, ripping my body apart. I screamed. I screamed because the world suddenly filled with light. Because sound disappeared. Because there was... nothing. Nothing but this hard huge thing furiously pumping into my thrashing body. Growls and grunts filled the air. There was a slapping like the crack of a whip with each thrush as he rammed into my firm hole. The wind blew across my back like icicles. My body shuddered in time with the driving force crashing into the frozen shattering fragments of my body. The night trembled with the force of the sound from behind me. Jason roared and thrashed as he shot his orgasm deep inside my body as explosion after explosion rocked him. His thrusts slowed and finally stopped. He collapsed against my back. The heat from his body slid over the iciness that was what was left of my skin, warming me. My anal ring spasmed against his deflating organ. He twitched with a sharp intake of breath. He slowly pulled out of me. After working so hard to keep him out, my anus held onto to him with amazing tenacity. It finally gave him up with an audible wet pop. He stepped away from me. I was alone again. Hands pulled me off the car. Arms wrapped around me. Warmth seeped in and melted me. Suddenly I could not stand. The ice was the only spine I had and it was gone. The arms held me up and somehow kept me from drowning in the pool of liquid that had I become. My eyes cleared. The night was warm and soft again. Jason held me and kissed me gently, lovingly. The kiss ended in forever. I turned to look at our audience. Within the safety of Jason's arms, I was free. Brian was grinning, his large swarthy hands on his hips. Drill Sergeant had his arms crossed over his burly chest and looked at us speculatively. "That will be all for tonight, ma'am," Drill Sergeant said formally, a glint of amusement showing in his stormy eyes. "I suggest you obey the orders of all law enforcement officers when they stop you from now on. As potential trouble makers, they will be watching for you." Brian chuckled throatily. "And they WILL be stopping you, Ma'am. You just be sure to cooperate and there won't be any need for the report we will write tonight to ever be filed." Drill Sergeant nodded. "Any mention of this affair will also bring ... this 'affair' to the attention of the authorities and the press. Indecent exposure, lewd acts on public property, resisting arrest, attempted bribery, interference with law enforcement in the performance of its public duty... I am sure you can see our position." "We do," Jason said quietly. He squeezed my shoulder. He laughed a little. "We will fully cooperate with any officer of the law at any time," I said in a shaky voice. A slow smile spread across my face. I tried to hide it, unsuccessfully. I very nearly burst into laughter. Oh yeah, I would cooperate! Both officers grinned and saluted jauntily before climbing into their car. In a fine spray of gravel, they sped off into the night. Jason and I stared at the last of the dust as it settled slowly, sparkling like tiny jewels floating in the air. We looked at each other. He grabbed me and swung me around, laughing and crying my name over and over. I held on and giggled into his ear. "WWWhhhhheeeeee!" I threw my head back and laughed. To Protect and Serve He set me down and kissed me hard. Our tongues met in a symphony of warmth and love and sex and souls bound together for all time. "Baby," he whispered in my ear, "If I ever hear about you going UNDER the speed limit again...." His voice trailed off as I covered his mouth with mine. The sticky cum drying on my thighs and ass and face, the throbbing of my well-used body, the tingling feeling I still felt from the thousand pieces of my soul that pierced as they exited my skin, all inflamed my imagination. If these two made good their "threat", every cop would know about me and would be looking for me. Just how many cops were there in the county? I didn't care. I would be ready for all of them.