2 comments/ 8016 views/ 1 favorites Cops and Rubbers Ch. 01 By: Scotch_Drinker Brenda looked herself over in the mirror. She bought a new, lacy blouse that was very sheer. Below that she had a black skirt. It wasn't a miniskirt but it ended well above her knee revealing her muscular legs. She considered wearing lingerie tonight but decided to save that for a later rendezvous. She got her makeup just right and added just the right amount of perfume. Mike had mentioned that he liked this scent. She looked beyond the clothes to her body. She'd been doing aerobics for years now and it showed. She was pleased with her body. She considered implants but decided that her 34Cs were good enough. She knew her best asset was her ass. With all the exercise, it had developed into something that gets noticed by men everywhere. She was popular at the gym. The doorbell rang. Brenda knew who it was and went to answer the door. When she opened it she saw the man she had been dating for the past month or so. He stood there and looked at her without a smile. "Hello", she purred. As he walked past her he said something about not opening the door until after she checked the peephole. "You never knew who was on the other side of the door," he muttered. She giggled and said, "I knew it was you - my favorite police officer." and walked over to wrap her arms around him. Mike was six feet four and 280 pounds - and all muscle. They had been dating each other exclusively but neither one knew it yet. She had thoroughly enjoyed the few times they had had sex. Her five-nine athletic frame could handle his aggressive thrusting. So far, they'd only had vanilla, missionary sex. Tonight she wanted to change that. He reciprocated and hugged her as well, not enthusiastically at first but she seemed to help him relax. He needed to relax. Mike had just gotten off shift and had driven to her apartment directly from work. He was still in uniform. That day had been one of the worst he'd had since joining the force over eleven years ago. He came from a murder scene that was one for the record books. Today he saw things that no man should ever have to see. He welcomed the distraction that his new girlfriend (or whatever she was) had to offer. Of course, he would make no mention of what he had endured. When Brenda asked, "How was your day?" He grunted, "Uh. The usual." "Well, if you had a bad day I'd like to help it improve." she whispered in his ear. As she pulled back she was holding his handcuffs to her mouth and wearing a naughty look on her face. He smiled without enthusiasm. "Awe, come on," she pleaded, "What's the point of dating a police officer if you can't have some fun with his handcuffs." Being a cop, this was about the tenth woman he dated who wanted to be handcuffed and fucked. He didn't much get anything out of it but if that's what the lady wants, that's what 'the lady' gets. Mike knew the routine. They want it rough but not too rough. Well that only went so far for him. Tonight he wanted to have some fun too. It was going to start the way she wanted it but end the way HE wanted it. She led him to the bedroom and the erotic scenario began. "Oh! Officer," she parodied. "I've been a bad, bad girrrllll." He wrapped his 11-inch long hands around her breasts gently squeezing. She rubbed up against his crotch hoping to elicit a greater response. He gently kissed the back of her neck. She enjoyed it but wanted something firmer. She continued, "I've just been sooo baaad." Quickly, in a flash, he tore her new, expensive blouse open. She gasped, startled at the torn garment. His hands were now cupping her breasts and squeezing her nipples through her lacy bra. She suddenly felt like she was on the cover of a cheap women's novel where the damsel is ravaged by a corrupt cop. Once the shock wore off she continued grinding on him enjoying the change in his action. He pulled her shirt down which caused her arms to move toward her back. With one hand, he grabbed one of her thin, dainty wrists and reached behind her to grab the other. Now with both her hands being held by one of his, he ripped the lacy bra up exposing her soft tits. More surprised gasps from her. Her nipples were rock-hard. He took his time massaging each breast, squeezing the nipples. With his front hand, the hand feeling her breasts, he pulled her back hard against him and reached around with the other. Although he released her arms, she still had them pinned behind her from the force of his strong body. Now this was more like it! They stood there with Mike massaging her breasts and kissing the back of her neck. She wanted to reach behind his head and pull him down to kiss her but her hands were still pinned behind her and he was in charge. He slid his right hand down to her waist and unzipped her skirt. Once undone, it slid easily to the ground revealing black thigh-high stockings with purple lacy elastic that showed off her firm, muscular thighs. Earlier that evening she decided against panties - "What's the point?!" Except the stockings and stiletto FMPs, she was naked. He continued sliding his hand down between her legs and began massaging her clit. Although he was aggressively pressing her against him, he was very gentle with his caresses. Not fooled by the porn movies he'd seen through the years, he knew that she didn't want him to be too rough with her soft pussy. He continued - feeling her dampness turn into a flood. He massaged her lips and she responded lightly. Then Mike worked his way up to her clit and began caressing that up and down. Now she made it clear she REALLY liked that and he continued. She groaned and grinded as much as his firm clamp permitted. Then he did what he'd done hundreds of times with perps he'd arrested. He grabbed both of her hands and squeezed a tendon in her hand to the bone below. He knew just how to do it causing instantaneous, tremendous pain that subsided the moment he released the pressure. "MIKE! WAIT! OWWW!" she cried out overwhelmed with sudden pain. She was unable to think of anything else and before she realized it, he had her handcuffed face-down to the head of her bed. The sharp pain of his grip was replaced by the cold, cutting of the cuffs on her wrists. She could not see it but was aware of the sound of a police belt being loosened. She heard it drop to the floor and then she heard the sound of his pants coming undone. The evening is shaping up nicely. She laid there and waited. She heard a tearing sound and some snapping. He was getting ready for her. She had seen his condom brand before. She surreptitiously looked so she could have some available at her place when he came over. He needed the extra large. "No kidding." she thought, "Even this might be a little snug on him." Now she felt him approach her from behind. He rubbed his dick on her aching clit smoothing her lubricating juice all over the head of his thick cock. More gasps and moans from her. Nothing but steely silence from him. The situation was getting desperate. She was glad they'd moved beyond missionary but now she needed his giant dick inside her, not rubbing the outside. Hell, if she wanted that she'd get her vibrator! "Ugghh. do it." she quietly moaned. She'd been very lady-like up to now even when they were having sex. She'd never cursed when he was around. Her horniness was growing so great that she felt a need to be more directive and in a louder voice said, "God! Just. Do it." Still no response. He continued to rub. Now with the cuffs cutting into her thin hands she reached up and grabbed the bed gripping it tightly. One last desperate time she demanded, "Oh God! FUCK ME! FUCK ME GODDAMNIT!" Although they'd done it a few times, she still wasn't used to his girth. The excitement of all this made him that much harder (and that much thicker) than usual. He obeyed the demand but not immediately. Mike grudgingly slid his oak tree into her waiting slit. This was probably for the best because she could barely stand the pain and let out a loud, long grunt that morphed into an 'OHHHH GODDDD!' He pushed until he could go no farther and waited. She needed that time to adjust. Every part of her body tingled like she was being electrocuted. He placed both hands on her ass and slowly massaged the base of her back. While holding still, he massaged farther and farther up her back until his hands reached her shoulders. It's at that point that he began to massage her neck and slowly began to slide in and out of the inferno between her legs. Mike started to rock back and forth slowly at first. The out stoke got longer. The in stroke went deeper. The stokes got faster and faster. The heavy thrusting hurt but she loved how it hurt. She was well past the point of an orgasm but tried to hold off. That's when the waves started. Like a building tide they came crashing over her. She was aware of someone screaming but couldn't determine who it was. Then she realized - it was her! She screamed bloody murder as his dick slammed into her. It's a good thing her apartment was an end unit. When the orgasm subsided he slowed his thrusting until he stopped. They stayed there for a moment while he allowed her to catch her breath. Then she became aware of something. She felt something on her ass. Mike had been using the pad of his thumb on her ass and massaging it in a slow, circular motion. She'd never had a man do that to her before and vaguely realized that it felt good. She lowered her head, her arms having a hard time supporting her body. Suddenly she felt Mike's hand grab her hair and pull her head back sharply. He leaned forward and was on all fours on top of her. He bit the nape of her neck and with one hand began aggressively squeezing her swollen nipples. She gasped again. "How does it feel to submit to me?" he grunted. "Do you like it?" Her face was buried in the pillow but he could here her moaning, "Yes. Yes! I love it when you fuck me like this." When she said this she could feel his dick getting swollen again. No longer did she notice her sore wrists, all she could think about was the dick in her sensitive pussy. "I'm glad you like it when I control you. Now I'm gonna pull out my big dick and I'm gonna fuck you in the ass." She felt another burst of lubricant on her ass and she felt it run down her leg. She'd tried anal once before with a boyfriend - several boyfriends ago. She'd heard her girlfriends talking about how much they'd enjoyed it and always wondered. When Gary suggested it, she reluctantly agreed and used the advice her girlfriends had given her. To get her in the mood, he went down on her. He licked for a while, something he'd never really done before. She was starting to see the benefits to anal. After he'd licked her to an orgasm, he rolled her over and applied the lube she had in her beside drawer. As it turned out, the reason why he spent so much time down below the equator was because he was trying to get up the nerve to stick his dick in her ass. He climbed up and nervously rubbed his cock on her rosebud desperately hoping to get a full erection. He continued hopelessly with her staring at her headboard wondering what was taking so long (and thinking about what she was going to have for lunch tomorrow.) Finally the moment came. He was able to get his mediocre penis just hard enough to get it partially inside her. She waited. He frantically tried to start pumping but it was no use. His pathetic dick fell out and he jumped up mumbling something about how it 'skeeved' him. He went into the bathroom and took a shower. It didn't take long. The whole relationship started to fold. He'd never been very good in bed. He wasn't much to look at ("Are breasts on a man sexy?... not so much") and she'd quickly reach her limit playing video games at his filthy apartment. One night when he decided to play video games instead of fuck her brains out, she got on his computer to check her e-mail. The computer woke up from its screensaver and on the screen was a porn website that he'd been looking at before she arrived. It wasn't that it was a porn site that bothered her, it's that it was a GAY porn website that bothered her. She got up, gathered her things and walked toward the door. He only half realized the commotion that was going on behind him and did a double-take when he briefly looked around and saw what was on the screen. He jumped to his feet to try to stop her and explain but it was too late. She was half way out the door - never to return. She learned two things from the experience: A lovable loser is probably just a loser. And, for however brief a moment it was, anal was more than slightly pleasurable. She LIKED it. Several other men came into and left her life and none of them mentioned anal. She didn't bring it up either. It was good but she didn't feel an need to try again. And now here she was lying face-down tied to the bed with a man whose dick was as long as her forearm, as big around as her fist. He was rock-hard and telling her that he was going to slide this monstrosity into her virgin ass. She grew slightly concerned. Clearly he wasn't going to suffer from the same malady as the last guy who attempted this. Mike was hard and seemingly getting harder. Like her first time, he rubbed the entrance to her ass with the head of his dick. He massaged and waited to see if she would object. All he heard was moaning. He continued to slide his cock around. Soon he could feel her start to relax. Not hearing objections and feeling her tight ass loosen he considered it permission to come aboard. With one arm supporting his weight and the other hand guiding his dick, he used the weight of his body to do the work. It took a few moments but then, success. Brenda felt a strong pressure on her tight ass hole. She'd never experienced anything like this before and she forced herself to relax. Just when she thought she could no longer remain silent, she felt her ass begin to open. "Agghhhhggghghhg!" she yelled. And just as suddenly the difficult part was over. Mike smoothly slid his cock all the way into Brenda's tight ass. He held still. Mike laid there for a while waiting to see what Brenda's reaction would be. His pelvis was firmly pressing against her ass cheeks. "How does that feel, baby?" he whispered. She paused for a moment. "Oh my god! It's INCREDIBLE." she wailed into the pillow, her hands tightly gripping the bed. He waited some more. He could feel his dick throbbing deep inside her unbelievably tight, soft ass. God, it felt good. He asked, "Can you feel it? Can you feel it throbbing inside you?" All he heard was moaning. By now she was heading out to sea where the waves crash. He began to slide his cock out then ease it back in. As Mike did this he reached below her waist and felt her clit. He was amazed at how large it was. It was incredibly swollen. He gently massaged this gigantic button and she responded with moaning. He continued going slightly faster. More moaning. In no time Mike, himself, was heading to the point of no return. His thrusts became harder, deeper and faster. He'd lost track of the woman under him and then he lost control. Brenda's entire body was alive. She'd never felt anything like this and without any work on her part the orgasm started to hit again. Wave after wave came crashing down on her. She was in her own world. Mike could feel something deep in his balls. It's the feeling all men want to feel over and over. The moment that feeling goes away, we can think of nothing else until we get to that moment again. He'd not had sex in a week (the last time they were together). He hadn't even whacked off since then so he had a load unlike any load he'd ever had before. He wrapped his hands around Brenda's shoulders and pulled her toward him while his weight was thrusting his swollen dick inside her. He thrust uncontrollably and then bucked. His face contorted from the overwhelming sensation. His dick as even deeper than it was before. Suddenly she heard a grunting from him she'd never heard before and then she felt a gush deep inside her tingling ass. Her gasps matched his grunts in volume and duration. It seemed to last for an hour with hot cum being pumped into her. Mike collapsed on Brenda. They both lay in a puddle of sweat. Finally he regained consciousness and lifted his body off hers. She felt his dick was only half as hard as it was minutes ago. It slid out of her without difficulty. He went over, retrieved the handcuff key and released Brenda. She rolled over rubbing her sore wrists. Her arms were asleep. Her pussy was very satisfied and now her ass had a feeling that she knew she'd enjoy again. Mike helped her up. She walked with a slight stammer. He steadied Brenda holding her by her hips and they both walked into the shower. In the hot shower she cleaned herself and her boyfriend. They stayed in there for some time, enjoying long kisses. They returned to bed and continued kissing. He enjoyed her soft tongue and warm lips. It didn't take long for Mike to get another erection. He was on top of her - missionary. After feeling his cock sliding over her clit for several minutes, she was ready. He pulled her head back to kiss her neck. She whispered, "Fuck me again." He complied. Brenda had her arms around his neck and her legs up and wrapped around his ass. He didn't have as much but he still had plenty of cum in him. He pumped hard and they came together. Soon he rolled off and the fell to sleep spooning. The next morning he patted her ass and said, "So what did you think of last night?" "That was my first anal." She sort of lied. "I'm a little sore but quite satisfied. I'm looking forward to trying that again. I hope that's not the last time we use your cuffs either!" He laughed. "Yeah, we'll do that again." - Definitely. Cops and Rubbers Ch. 02 He had been laying on her for over an hour. Romantic music played on the t.v. He set it to the Barry White channel, if you know what I mean. Over the course of the hour his kisses grew longer and deeper, her legs wrapped around him and they both slowly grinded hips - both still clothed. She was impressed how he was taking his time with her. Most men just wanted to jump her bones and be done with it. Although nothing matched the night he cuffed her to the bed and initiated her into the wonderful world of anal, their sex had been anything but vanilla. One evening he picked her up at about nine o'clock, they drove an hour to the beach and did it while the tide was coming in. He put down a large beach blanket. They enjoyed the wine and cheese he brought. Then she loosened the tan trousers he had on and freed his hardening member. Then she reached further in and massaged his balls until he began to whimper. She quickly hiked up her black, low-cut dress and straddled him. Brenda guided his manhood between her wet legs and let her weight guide her to pleasure. She started grinding slowly. Then, as she lost control she was bucking uncontrollably and making entirely too much noise. He firmly held her hips and pulled her down after she lifted herself up. She was going along nicely and when she felt him start to explode, she let herself go. "Yes! Yes!" she screamed, unaware of the couple walking on the beach a hundred yards away. They heard the cries and turned to see what the commotion was about. They stood, stunned at what they were witnessing. They were well into their fifties. The woman stared as if viewing an auto wreck taking place. She turned quickly, startled when she felt her husband's hand on her ass. She looked into his eyes for what seemed like many minutes. Then she grabbed his hand and led him into their beach house. They had been moved to passion and were going to deal with it right then and there. Brenda let his quaking dick finish its spasms then lifted up and pulled her dress down. He kept his cock out enjoying the cool breeze. She pulled out some baby wipes and cleaned him off. They were quiet for a good part of the drive home. Brenda broke the silence by admitting, "Ya know? When people talk about this fantasy, they never seem to say anything about 'sand fleas'." They both laughed (and scratched) and drove home satisfied. Another time they went to see a play down town. While walking back to the car, she pushed him into an alley and blew him behind a parked truck. He objected but that didn't seem to bother his dick any. It was nice and hard. She kneeled while he held onto the truck. No time was wasted. By the time he was undone, his dick was hard and ready. She clenched his cock with her right hand and stoked it expertly. She did this for a minute to let it complete its hardening. Then she leaned forward and kissed the top of his head. She lifted his giant dick and kissed the underside. She continued down his shaft until she reached his balls. "Mmmm! You shaved!" She exclaimed. He smiled slightly embarrassed. "Ooh. I LIKE it!" she purred and proceeded to open wide to take him in her mouth. While she sucked, moving in and out, she held up each hand on either side of his balls and lightly scratched them from the top down until her hands met at the bottom. Brenda did this several times. He moaned. "God, that feels really good," he exclaimed. Clearly he never that this done to him before. Then she slid one hand behind his balls and began to massage the back while the other hand massaged the front. All the while she was sucking on his dick like it was her only source of air. This all became too much. He looked down and whispered, "I. I'm gonna...cum." She continued. He said again in a whispered voice that was practically a yell. "God! I'm gonna cum! I..." He grabbed the truck tailgate. He wanted to grab the back of her head and shove his dick all the way down her throat. (He did this once with another woman. It ended badly with jiz filling her throat and shooting out her nose. That was it for blow jobs from her.) Instead he held on and his dick went on autopilot. The first gush of cum was massive. Suddenly her mouth was filled with his hot, sticky splooge. She started to cough and gag but contained herself and stayed with him. The second burst was almost as big as the first. She figured he had three bursts, tops. After the fifth one she realized that this might be more than she could handle. Just as suddenly as the explosions started, they ended. After a minute she ensured that she had sucked every last drop of cum out of him, he leaned over and kissed on the top of the head. "There! That's better," she said with a sense of accomplishment and they slowly walked to his car. To show his gratitude, he took her home and licked her wet pussy to multiple orgasms. Brenda was happy with the first one but when he continued, she knew she was in for a long, pleasurable night. Last week they went for a drive out in the country. Brenda taunted Mike with her halter top tied in the front (and no bra) and her Daisy Dukes showing off her incredible legs. They found a secluded spot and pulled over. He bent her over and fucked her like a mad man on the hood of his Corvette. Their sex was NOT vanilla. Tonight they were enjoying each others' company, talking about all sorts of things. Things turned romantic as they always do when they're alone together. They changed the channel to the swing station and enjoyed an old Frank Sinatra song. There were lots of long, soft kisses. After a while he helped her up and they went to her bedroom. He said, "I've been thinking what you said about vanilla sex and I want to continue with the fun." "Oh?" she inquired quite curious. He held up a paper grocery bag that appeared to be full of items. She let out an approving squeal. "This is going to be fun!" she said. First he pulled out a blindfold, she laughed. Then some scarves for her hands. "Ooh. I get tied up AND blindfolded. I like it." she cooed. He replied, "you're in for a hell of a time." She giggled. She put on the blindfold and he ensured she couldn't see out the bottom. Then he tied her securely to the bed - this time face up. She was more than happy to comply and he could tell this by how hard her nipples were. She was gleeful. First she felt something soft and smooth on her skin. He started rubbing against her face, then down, between her breasts, then across her breasts, and then down between her thighs. It felt so soft and it tickled. "What is that?" she seemed stumped. "It's a new paintbrush I bought from the hardware store," he replied flatly. She never guessed that a common tool would make such a good sex toy. Then Brenda felt something unusual and yet familiar touch her lips. She opened her mouth and realized he had his dick on her. She sucked hungrily enjoying her boyfriend's big dick. He pulled it out of her soft mouth and he moved off the bed. Next she felt something else on her lips and she licked them. Mmmmm! Chocolate! She liked that. She felt the chocolate drizzled into her mouth and down her body ending between her thighs. He licked some of the chocolate off her chin and kissed her deeply both of them enjoying the sweetness together. Then Mike slowly continued down her neck, to her breasts where he took his time on each nipple. She was in heaven. Then he continued down to her belly then down to her thighs. Every inch of her body tingled and she strove to determine where he was and what he was doing. He kissed her the inside of her beautiful legs. She felt her pussy lips parted and the warmth of his mouth plunge into her. He licked with gusto - up and down then he quickly moved his tongue left and right across her clit. She wriggled. She felt his tongue enter her. It was long and strong and it seemed to go all the way to her g-spot. "GOD, YES!" she screamed. He continued until she was just about to lose it. Then he stopped. He got off her and off the bed. She was surprised-stunned, more like it. She lifted her head to try to see but the blindfold was too secure. She laid there for several minutes completely baffled. "What? Why did you stop? Where ARE you?" There was no reply. She thought he had left her alone - a big no-no if you're going to tie up someone and she started to struggle but the scarves were too tight. She only made them tighter. Suddenly she felt a metallic coldness against her breast and she winced. "Ooh! What is that?!" "A knife" he said, evenly. Just when she was going to ask him why he was holding a knife against her breast he said, "You don't know me, do you? I mean. You don't really KNOW me. You have no idea what my real likes and dislikes are. I haven't been able to tell you what really make me happy - how I enjoy to see people encounter fear. You see, that's why I really became a cop. I enjoy watching fear." As he was saying this he was scraping the knife down her body. He went passed her belly, down to her pussy. By now Brenda was stiff as a board and pulling up on the scarves. "Mike, what are you DOING? I don't understand. I..." "Oh, you'll understand soon enough." he said and he scratched the knife along her side. "Ouch! Mike, please!" "Yes, that's it. I want to hear you beg," He said. He scraped the knife against her nipples. They were hard but not from an enjoyable erotic feeling. They were hard from fear. "What if I decided to slice your nipples off?" That was all she needed to hear. She began to thrash about wildly and called out to him - it was no use. He was off her and she continued to struggled. She had to get away from this psychotic man. After several minutes and again no sign of Mike, she stopped, laid still and listened. Several more agonizing minutes later she heard him rustling through the bag. "I picked up something else for you my dear." She felt something plop on her belly. "A year ago I arrested a a man - real loser. He was just your average good-for-nothing loser. He had only one hobby: raising venomous coral snakes. I took one of those snakes and kept it for myself feeding it small rodents. And that's what's sitting on your belly." She bolted straight in unimaginable panic. "Be careful. He's hungry. I haven't fed him in over a week." he said. Her mind was in complete overload. The fear overwhelmed her. She wanted to buck the snake off of her but she didn't dare move. Soon she felt it start to slither, moving up her body. As it approach her breasts she started to let out muffled whimpers. She turned her head up hoping it would entice the snake to leave her. Then she felt it turn and move down her. She bolted straight again as it slithered down between her legs. She was as stiff as a board. Every synapse was firing. Just as she was about to faint, she felt something move between her legs. Her legs we suddenly forced open and she felt his heavy body land on top of her. Then she felt his familiar, hard dick being thrust into her adrenaline-tightened pussy. He had pre-lubricated his dick and he was thrusting incredibly hard. The fear with the sexual sensation pushed her to the limit and she had an orgasm unlike any other. She was screaming from her fear and her orgasm. He, too, came incredibly hard. It ended with him panting on top of her, pressing down on her. After a while she felt the scarves loosen. She quickly sat upright and ripped off the blindfold. He was sitting on the bed in front of her and she hit him. "You ASSHOLE! What the hell are you doing?!?!" she yelled. She hit him harder ready to defend herself from her attacker. He was going to kill her but she was going to make him suffer as much as possible. He grabbed her arms and held them still. She struggled and swung her legs around to kick him. He was impressed with her strength. "Look." he said. She continued to struggle. "LOOK!" he commanded and gestured to the floor. On the floor was a metal spatula and a toy snake. "What the hell are they?" she demanded completely confused. "That's the knife and the snake." "What are you talking about?!" Her had slipped out of his and she punched him again, this time in the nose. He reeled from the pain, rolled and stood up. "That's the supposed knife and the venomous snake that I used. Their FAKE!" "I...don't understand. You threatened me with a knife...and a SNAKE!" "I did it to heighten your adrenaline. It was all to give you a rush." he said. She looked down in amazement. As she turned her head slowly looking down trying to re-live what she had experienced. It all seemed so real. She felt the knife digging into her skin. She felt the awful, poisonous snake slithering all over her. Her skin crawled at the thought. "Why did you do this to me?" she pleaded. "You seemed like you wanted some excitement in our sex life. I thought this would do it." "Well, that was exciting all right." she said incredulously. She rolled away from him and fell back onto the bed. The last time she had this adrenaline overload, she'd gone bungy-jumping. She laid there trying to make sense of it all. He moved back to the bed and sat silently. It took her a few minutes. She rolled toward him. He moved toward her and began massaging her back. She rolled face-down. "You really scared me. Did you mean any of those horrible things?" "Not one of them." he assured her. She started to relax and rolled back over to him. He moved on top of her and they began to kiss. Then he pulled up. "I studied human fear in one of my criminal justice classes. After seeing it in criminals and victims, I got good at inflicting it." he explained. "Let's avoid that sort of excitement in the future." she said. They continued kissing and soon he was erect again. She reached down and guided him into her. He slid in easily and and held there for a moment. She moaned over his tongue in her mouth. He began to move in and out and the sensation of her body made him harder. She reached down with both hands, grabbed his ass and pulled him into her tighter. Finally she broke free from his kiss and gasped for air, her lungs lifting him up with her attempts to get more air. He didn't last long. He came so hard the cum filled her and shot out the sides all over his thighs. They laid there panting, trying to recover. After a short nap on top of her, Mike lifted himself up and began to run his large fingers through her hair. He kissed her softly on the neck and finally on her lips. It was so wonderfully relaxing, she thought. He looked into her eyes, gently petted her face and whispered, "I love you." Her body went stiff with a shot of adrenaline.