2 comments/ 51065 views/ 11 favorites Long 'Arm' Of The Law By: pdxjo My wife was out of town visiting some friends for the weekend. It was Friday, and afternoon was turning into evening. With no plans I thought I'd stay late at work and try to catch up on a few things. About 6:00 a co-worker popped his head in my office and asked if I'd like to join him for a drink. We went to a neighborhood bar, ordered a couple drinks and spent most of the time bitching about those in charge at the office. The clock over the bar showed that it was 7:30, bringing Josh's announcement that he had to get home to the wife and kids. I paid the tab, for what had turned into two rounds of drinks, saw Josh off to his home and got in my car. The idea of heading home to an empty house, and no dinner, did not seem too appealing. My inhibitions were lowered just enough, after the two drinks, to give a thought or two to the possibility of sex with another guy. More often all the time my sexual fantasies were focusing on hot sex with a hunky guy – or two. On a few rare occasions I had even acted upon my thoughts and hand some mind-blowing, if not cock-blowing, experiences. It had gotten to the point where I'd even close my eyes at times when having sex with my wife and a vision of a well-built guy would appear. It always worked to make my dick even harder, and my wife even happier with the result. I'd even started fucking her in the ass because I liked the tightness of her ass muscles milking the cum out of my cock. A couple times she "got even" by working my asshole over good with her vibrator and I soon learned that I loved having my ass played with. With all those thoughts, and a bit of a buzz, my cock was stirring to the point of being uncomfortable in my tight slacks. I unbuttoned my belt, unzipped my pants and gave my prick some breathing room. Being a bit "hot and bothered" I thought I'd drive by a local adult bookstore to see if any action might be going on. With it being a cold fall night there didn't seem to be a lot of activity. Few cars were around so finding a parking place was easy. I readjusted my pants and stepped out into the night. I think my greatest fear was getting arrested for fucking around in the area, which was known for illicit activities, and having my name plastered in the local paper. Still, it added a bit of excitement to the hunt for someone to suck my cock or join me in a quick jerk off session. The local police hadn't been making it easy on people wanting to get their nuts off in the adult business section of town. Recently hookers had been getting hassled, a couple guys had been arrested having sex in a car, a local priest had been picked up for soliciting a teenage boy, and the cops had even been hanging out in a couple of the sex shops. It appeared all the coverage by the local media was having an impact of the businesses. The combined aroma of cum, piss, mansex and the mustiness of the old building hit me hard when I pulled open the heavy door and walked into the grungy establishment. The bright bare lights caused me to squint a little as I walked up to the counter. The totally bored cashier didn't even look up from a fuck magazine he was reading as I slid a five-dollar bill across the countertop. He simply counted out the necessary tokens and dropped them in my hand without any conversation. Pushing aside the curtain, as I went back into the arcade, I suddenly realized that not a single movie was playing. It kind of looked as if I should have just gone directly home and found another way to spend my night. Since I was already in the place, I entered a booth, dropped in a few tokens and selected a newer video showing two cops taking on a young blond hunk they had arrested. The one cop, still wearing his blue shirt and cap, had the kid gagging on a huge cock as he face-fucked him roughly. The darker, Italian-looking policeman, with nothing on but his cap, was working over the younger guy's ass with his nightstick. I swear he was shoving about a foot of it up into the kid's hole, while repeated slapping the blond's ass. Without really noticing, I pulled my own hard, self-lubing cock out of my pants and was stroking the shit out if. I brought myself to the verge of blasting my load a couple times, and disappointed that no mouth or fingers had appeared in the booth's glory hole, decided this was a pretty lame way to spend my night. With a little difficulty I shoved my stiff cock back into my pants, zipped up and headed out of the store. Another customer was in the video sales and rental area when I entered. His back was to me as he was checking out the bi video section. He looked out of place dressed in a very expensive business suit. However, if the rest of the package was a nice as the ass displayed in the well-tailored pants, my night - and a few other things – might be looking up. The silhouette of his suit gave the appearance of a well-proportioned guy underneath who took care of himself. He stood about 6" 2" and his salt and pepper hair was trimmed fairly close with an expensive-looking haircut. My cock twitched as I took in the scenery. I joined the new guy in viewing the graphic covers of the bisexual videos. He turned to look my way and I was not disappointed by what I saw. The guy had a George Clooney look to him. The same squint lines around the twinkling eyes and a bit of a smirk when he smiled. He reeked of masculine sex appeal. "Got any suggestions for a little entertainment," he asked. I kind of stammered for a second before answering the incredibly handsome stranger with, "I don't know a lot about any of these bi films. I usually go a bit more for those over there." I motioned to the gay section with a tip of my head. I could not believe what I had said or done. What the fuck was I thinking? "Hey, thanks anyway," he responded as his attention back to the packages on the wall. Feeling a bit dejected, I said, "Yeah, have a good night" and went for the door. My car was about a block away on a side street. I'd gotten about halfway there when I realized that I REALLY wanted to have sex with the guy in the store. I almost couldn't believe it as I turned and began to walk quickly back to the ABS. Just as I got to the door, it opened and I was standing face-to-face with the hot guy. He smiled that smirky smile, twinkled those eyes, and said, "Damn, I'm glad you came back. I was just coming after you. Do you have some place we can go?" What had started out as a quiet evening, with my wife out of town, was certainly looking "up" now – and my stiff cock was leaking at the thought of what was ahead. I could not believe I had almost driven away from the bookstore empty-handed – or with only my own prick in my hand. That throbbing cock was definitely thinking for me when I blurted out that we could "go to my house." I was breaking my number one rule of keeping my man-to-man activities completely separate from my perfect straight life – and I didn't care because I NEEDED to get this guy in bed. He wasn't familiar with my street address, but knew where a nearby shopping center was located. We agreed to meet in the parking lot and then he'd follow my car to the house. It was about a 10-mile drive to the mall parking lot. I was so fucking horny I pulled out my cock and started stroking it again. The thing was oozing precum like never before. I caught a bunch with my fingers and brought it up to my mouth. I love the taste and texture of my sweet liquid. About then I started having second thoughts about what I was doing. To get this hunk into the sack I was willing to take him to my home – OUR home – and actually have sex with him in OUR bed. A "stiff prick has no conscience" was probably no more true in my life than at that moment. Hey, if the guy didn't show up in the parking lot, I might not be going through with this at all. What was I worrying about? I pulled into the mall parking and drove over to the bank where I said I'd meet the guy. Shit, I didn't even know his name. His car wasn't there yet and, for a few seconds, I almost felt relief that I might have been stood up. Just then another car turned into the mall parking and pulled up next mine. My dream guy motioned for us to go on and I drove back out onto the street with him following in his black Lexus. No lights were on in my neighborhood when we got to my house. We both got out of our cars and walked silently up to the front door. As I put my key in the lock, my new friend pressed his body up against mine and, through his slacks; I could feel how his growing cock fit perfectly into the crack of my moistening ass. I could feel his breath on my ear as he whispered "By the way, my name's Kevin." And then his hot tongue teased my ear with a flicker. "It's nice to meet you," I said (like a complete idiot). "I'm Tim." As the door opened, Kevin shoved me against a wall and, sanding a layer of skin off my face with his now almost ten o'clock shadow, kissed me roughly, jamming his tongue into my mouth. His right hand found the growing bulge in my pants and gave it a hard squeeze. Retrieving his tongue, he sputtered, "Well, Tim, glad to meet you, too. I think we need to get somewhere so we can fuck now!" I turned toward the stairs and, undressing as I went, lead the way to the bedroom. I could hear Kevin loosening his tie and unbuckling his pants as he followed. By the time I hit the bedroom I was wearing only my tighty whitey Calvins and dress socks. I started to pull down my briefs and was shoved down on the bed from behind. I turned my torso on the mattress just in time to see Kevin slip out of his suit coat – and that's when I saw it! A fucking gun in a shoulder holster! Shit! Motherfuck! All my worse fears were coming true. I'd propositioned a fucking cop! My life was over... Kevin immediately picked up on my horror and fear, and started laughing uncontrollably. "Tim, Tim, relax. This is not a bust. I want you as much as you want me. I'm not a cop. I'm FBI. I'm just getting back into town after being on a case. On the way back from the airport I thought I'd see if I could find anything interesting downtown – and I sure did." When I started breathing again, I noticed Kevin continuing to undress. This guy was so fucking hot. He kept looking at me with a grin. He obviously worked out a great deal. His entire body seemed to be covered with silky graying fuzz. Veins popped out of his muscular arms. His pecs were incredible. The guy had abs that wouldn't quit. My eyes tracked down the bulging veins of his groin as he pulled off his black boxer briefs and his big, beefy cock popped out. The thing was fuckin' huge – and it wasn't even completely erect yet! My mouth watered, my asshole twitched and my prick all throbbed at once when I saw it. He turned to toss his underwear on the chair and I saw an amazing, muscled ass pointed in my direction I jerked out of my daze when he turned quickly, reached over and ripped my shorts completely off my body. For a second, my cock had caught on what was left of the waistband and it plopped against my stomach when released. I was a couple inches from being Kevin's size, and certainly not as thick, but he must have like what was spread out before him, because he looked down at me and said only, "Yum." The next thing I knew my entire cock was in his mouth and he was really working on it. His rough hands were everywhere. I grabbed one of his nipples and the twisting brought out a moan that ticked my buried prick from deep in his throat. He got completely up on the bed and positioned himself above me. His low-hanging nuts were hanging above my face and I lifted my head to bathe them with my tongue. When I did I got a whiff of sweaty man ass I reached up to pull his muscular ass closer to my face. Fuck, I was in heaven. I pried the tight ass cheeks apart and dove in for the prize. Kevin was so stunned he lifted his head up off my cock and moaned loudly. As my tongue twirled around his ass bud, he went back down on my shaft, matching the circling motion with his tongue. His saliva was slowly running down my ass crack. On of his thick fingers followed the trail of wetness to my butt hole. He ran it around in a couple circles and then slowly worked the digit into my more than welcoming orifice. Another finger joined the first in teasing my prostate. I continued to tongue-fuck his ass amid the tangle of hot, sweaty limbs. I reached up between his furry, firm legs and grabbed his balls with one hand and began to stroke his cock with the other. I formed a tight cockring with my fingers, just above his nuts, and pulled them down to my mouth to give them a good slathering. His dangling balls were quite a bit larger than walnuts and I could only pop one into my mouth at a time. Although not shaved, they weren't very hairy and the smooth skin of his nut sac felt great in my mouth. I could barely get my other hand all the way around the shaft of his meat. The veins popping out of his felt incredible. I could only imagine how they would add to the massage I hoped my ass would be getting very soon. His moaning on my cock continued to send vibrations through my entire body. With his fingers giving my asshole a good workout I was close to blowing a wad all over the bedroom. The sex was so intense I was kind of feeling dizzy and light-headed. I was losing all sense of time. I forced my lips back from his dripping hole, and released my grip on his balls and prick. I let out a big sigh as I collapsed back onto the bed. He lifted his mouth of my cock, rubbed a hairy wrist across his chin to catch the saliva running down it, and panting asked, "You OK?" "Damn, I'm much better than OK. I feel like my body is going to explode and I'm exhausted," I uttered with just about all the energy I could find. He then twisted around and repositioned himself on the bed. Slowly he rolled me over on my stomach and mounted me with a thick thigh on each side of my waist. His hands them began to expertly massage my shoulders and back. The weight of his engorged cock rested on my lower back, right above my ass crack. The massage felt incredible and I was nearly asleep when I realized Kevin was working his way down my backside. My ass was teased as the head of his cock traced a line between my cheeks. As he slid down my body, he lowered his face to kiss my skin and like some of the salty sweat from the smooth surface. The big, strong hands began to massage my butt and with each kneading my cock pulsed underneath me. Occasionally one of his fingers would just slightly brush over my asshole, causing it to twitch as if it were begging for more. I had almost been lulled to sleep when Kevin suddenly, and roughly, pulled my ass apart and dove face first in between my cheeks. He rolled up tongue shot directly into my hole. Shit, this guy was eating my ass like he hadn't had a meal in weeks. I lifted my ass up off the bed in an attempt to push his face deeper into the sweaty, shaved crevice – and in hopes of grabbing my own straining cock. Suddenly, the tongue exited my ass. "Don't touch your cock!" was the command, and I moved my arms to my sides and up beside my head to try to keep my balance. Kevin quickly went back to his munching as he put his hands on my waist and pulled my ass higher and into his scruffy face. His dark, ever more evident, beard was rubbing the skin of my ass raw as he ate my butt hole. I was thrashing around on the bed, moving my head back and forth and moaning like I was in heat. He dropped one hand from my waist, moved an arm around my stomach and pulled my body even closer to his mouth. I sensed a rhythm in the bedsprings and soon figured out he was stroking his own cock. Again, I tried to reach for mine and, once again, it caused him to stop his oral assault of my ass. "Don't touch your fuckin' cock!" Hey, I wasn't going to argue with this guy. This time Kevin didn't go back to what seemed to be his favorite activity. Instead, I could feel him repositioning himself over my body. His big hands again pried my totally exposed ass apart. I was kind of surprised when I heard him spit and I felt a huge glob hit the bull's eye of my hole. It was then invaded by one of his thumbs and he worked it around in a circle, stretching the tight ring of its opening. He pulled out his thumb with a "pop" and again a ball of spit made direct contact with my puckered opening. His face again made contact with my ass as he pushed the spit into my ass with his tongue. His mouth broke away, he moved a bit on the mattress and the knob of his cock replaced his tongue. His hand was guiding it around the hole in a circular motion that felt fuckin' incredible. Then, without warning, he shoved the entire length of his monster all the way into my ass. I gasped for air as the wind was knocked out of my body. Then all was still as my body's intruder waited for me to get familiar with the hot prod inside of me. I nearly came when he'd entered me. I took every bit of self-control left in me to delay the blast. Very, very slowly Kevin began a motion of sliding a bit of his meat out of my body and then roughly shoving it back in. He was consistent in his gentle out-stroke and the forcefulness of his in-stroke. We began to grunt in unison when he plowed into my ass. Both of us were covered in sweat; his dripping all over the backside of my body. I was getting the most amazing fuck of my life. It felt like I was in a dream. I was brought back to my senses as the pounding became harder. I reached up and grabbed the headboard so I wouldn't lose my balance on the ride. Kevin put his hands up on my shoulders and pulled my entire body back onto his massive probe. I swear I could feel the veins of the shaft massaging the insides of my gut. I don't think I'd ever had anything so deep in me. My head began to bounce of the wood headboard, but I was not feeling any pain as the two hard surfaces met repeatedly. I didn't want this fucking to be interrupted or to stop. Shit, then I could feel it happening. I was going to cum without either one of us touching my cock. "I going to cuuuuuummm!" I tried to warn Kevin as I first blast of spew hit the bed and the parts of my body that were in range. My asshole started pulsing, around the hot cock in my ass, with each shot of cum from my own. A combination of a sigh and whimper made its way out of my mouth each time he pushed his prick back into me. "Yeah, that was really hot," whispered Kevin into my right ear as he licked the sweat from around it. He never stopped the pistoning in and out of me; he just slowed it down to something gentle and soothing – almost romantic. Without pulling all the way out of me, Kevin was able to rotate my body and lift my legs above my head. All the while he maintained the same slow fucking of my ass. With his hands around the legs over my head, I saw the wedding ring on his left hand. I smiled to myself. With his salty sweat dripping down on me, and the rocking motion continuing, he asked, "What are you smiling about?" "Well, besides having the best fuck of my life, I just noticed the wedding ring." "Yeah, I'm married, too – and sex with my wife has never been like this," he responded, as he looked at the ring on his finger. The pace of his fucking was picking up again. I got a handful of tight furry ass in each palm and tried to pull him deeper and harder into me. It was amazing that my cock was still hard up against my stomach. I could feel the cum churning again in my balls. Kevin's sweat dripped into my mouth when I opened it to moan. God, it tasted good. I could sense his body tensing and his cock seemed to grow within the walls of my ass. He arched his head back and let out an indescribable guttural sound. Kevin suddenly yanked his cock out of my asshole – which snapped shut - and with a couple yanks on it, and hot, thick white cum was flying everywhere. At the same time I realized I had started pulling on my own prick and it was shooting all over as well. I'm not sure whose juice was hitting my face, but I licked it off my mouth and savored the taste. I was covered with cum, as was the bed, the headboard and the wall. Kevin's cock was still releasing liquid as he slowly continued stroking it with his fist. I looked up into his face and saw total contentment. Long Arm of the Law Woo woo woo ... Jenny groaned as she caught sight of the flashing blue lights in her rearview mirror. The motorcycle cop gestured, his meaning unmistakable -- YOU, pull over! "Damn, that is the last thing I needed first thing this morning," she muttered, turning on her blinker to signal her intention to pull over to the shoulder of the road. She rolled her window down as he approached the driver's door. "Good morning, Officer...Gregory," she said, smiling winningly as she read his name tag. "Was I speeding?" "No, ma'am. I pulled you over because your inspection sticker is expired." He didn't return her smile. Jenny fought the urge to slap herself across the forehead. "Oh, no! How could I have been such a ditz?! It came in Friday's mail and I tossed it on the counter intending to put it on over the weekend. Then my dog got sick and had to go to the emergency vet and my kitchen refrigerator died and my mother called and needed..." she trailed off. She realized she was babbling, probably due to blue-light-induced adrenaline. Smiling again, ruefully this time, she continued, "But that's no excuse for breaking the law. I'm sorry." He still didn't smile. "I'm going to have to write you up, ma'am." Jen nodded bravely, trying not to think of more points going against her license. She had enough already, thanks to her new convertible and her lead foot. "But," he finished, "if you can show me the sticker by end of shift today, I won't turn the paperwork in." She beamed at him, "Oh thank you, thank you so much!" She finally saw him smile a bit at her ebullience. And she was pretty sure he stole an appreciative glance at the silky gold lingerie-style top that peeked out from under her suit jacket. The adrenaline haze had cleared slightly and she noticed he had a nice smile and even white teeth. She also couldn't help admiring his great build which showed to advantage in his blue shirt and well-fitting motorcycle pants. She'd always been a sucker for a man in uniform. He gave her the ticket and instructions on where and when to find him that afternoon, then touched the visor of his helmet. "You have a nice day, ma'am." She couldn't resist twisting in her seat to get a look at his butt as he strode back to his bike. "Lord, woman, get hold of yourself. Jonesing on a stranger like that, even if he is a police officer." Brief self-scolding complete, she eased back into the flow of traffic. The episode made her late for work and she played catch-up the rest of the day. Even so, she did find herself thinking about the handsome officer a couple of times. What color were his eyes behind the dark sunglasses? His hair? And what did he look like under that starched uniform? She wrapped up one last phone call, told her boss she was leaving early, then ran by her apartment to grab the inspection decal. As she headed for the police station she realized she was actually looking forward to seeing him again. As she headed into the station she was glad she'd worn her new shoes that morning. They were pointy-toed, stiletto-heeled, and made her feet hurt like hell, but they did amazing things for her long legs in the short black skirt. She caught him just as he was signing out for the day. "Well, hello Ms. Headley," he greeted her. She waved the decal triumphantly. "I had a feeling you'd be here so I didn't enter this." He tore up the ticket and handed her the pieces. "Thank you so much! You just made my day." He smiled, a real one this time, and it was lethal. The vivid blue eyes, tanned skin and close-cropped dark hair combined to make him even more attractive than she'd thought. "I'll walk you out and make sure this is affixed properly before you take to the streets again," he said. She slid him a sideways glance, trying to gauge his meaning. Was he just being nice or did he actually want to prolong the encounter? As they reached her car, she said, "I really appreciate your giving me another chance. I, uh, can't really afford any more tickets right now." He looked at her shiny new Corvette and said wryly, "I can imagine." "I'm only twenty-six. I'm having my mid-life crisis while I'm still young enough to enjoy it," she quipped. Jennifer had a lively curiosity about people, plus she instinctively liked Officer Gregory. And it didn't hurt that he wasn't wearing a wedding ring. "What's your first name? Are you a native? How long have you been a police officer? Do you like it?" "Tim, yes, two years and yes, very much," he responded. "I'm like what I'm doing now but my real goal is to make Detective. Things are going pretty well for me and I hope that will happen in the next couple of years." They chatted amiably for awhile, discovering several things in common. They'd actually attended the same school several years apart and had a few mutual friends. They both came from large families, loved baseball and admitted to being secretly addicted to reality TV. Finally she glanced at her watch. "Omigosh, I've kept you for thirty minutes. My mom always said I could talk the ears off a mule." "No problem," he said easily. "I've enjoyed it. I was about to go get some dinner. Would you like to join me?" She glowed up at him. "I'd love to." They agreed on a nearby restaurant and he followed her in his big silver pickup truck. He was amused at her exaggerated adherence to the speed limit and careful use of turn signals. As she preceded him into the casual eatery she glanced over her shoulder. He was definitely checking her out. Which was good, she mused, since she'd been doing plenty of checking of her own. Over dinner the conversation turned more flirty and intimate. After her third glass of wine she was astonished to hear herself confide, "I have such a thing for men in uniform. Especially motorcycle cops. When I pass one I always get a little tingle imagining," her voice dropped to a whisper, "doing it on the seat of that big bike." Tim grinned devilishly, "Well, that's one fantasy I might be able to make come true." Jen gulped and her eyes widened. "Oh no, uh, that is...I didn't mean..." she flushed and continued weakly, "um, I think that was the wine talking." He laughed at her discomfiture and let her off the hook, at least for the moment. "I was just teasing. You're cute when you blush." Her brows came together in a mock scowl. "Don't call me cute! I've been "cute" all my life. I want to be sexy, mysterious, exotic...anything but CUTE." "You're all that," he said equably. "But you're cute, too." She'd fought this battle all her life. With her blond curls, wide green eyes and freckle-dusted nose, she WAS cute. Even after her figure finally developed, way too late in life to suit her, men still persisted in treating her like the girl next door. Shaking her finger threateningly, she said "Call me that again and I'll make you pay dearly." Laughing, he assured her he could take anything she dished out After a brief squabble over the check, which she graciously allowed him to win, they walked out into the cool night air. "Thanks for dinner," she said, and kissed him. It started as a friendly gesture but quickly flared out of control at the first touch of their lips. He drew her against him, kissing her expertly. His lips danced lightly over hers and his hands caressed her back. His tongue slipped into her mouth, probing delicately. The kiss deepened and he moved his hand to the back of her head, running his fingers through her soft curls. She could feel him already hard against her belly and fought the urge to rub against him like a cat. Reluctantly she broke the kiss, putting a couple of inches between them although she was still loosely wrapped in his arms. She shook her head to clear it and looked up at him. "I'd better go. This is too soon...I don't usually...that is..." He smiled, "I understand. I'd like to see you again, though." His expression turned playful. "I'll be on patrol out on River Road tomorrow morning. Why don't you come by and check out my big...bike?" "Oh no," she began to demur but he continued mischievously. "Unless, of course, you're chicken?" She straightened to her full height -- a not so impressive 5 ft 2 in -- and glared in mock indignation. "Oh, now you've done it! I have five brothers. They taught me never to turn down a dare." "Well, it's your call," he said. "But you did say you wanted to be sexy and adventurous." She rolled her eyes at his mockingly transparent attempt to trap her with her earlier statement. "We'll see," she said saucily, giving him another quick kiss, prudently on the cheek this time, and hopped in her car. She made the short trip home reliving that single, powerful kiss. Jenny slept badly. Even if her mind forgot Tim's strong form pressed against her, her body didn't. She flipped and flopped, sighed and cursed. Her lips tingled and her body throbbed. Her mind was consumed with fantasies of him. Finally in desperation she opened the toy drawer and removed her trusty Rabbit vibrator. Laying flat on her back, she closed her eyes and pictured Tim's rugged face, his muscular body. Applying some lube to the fingers of one hand, she used it to stroke her nipple. The slippery friction was delicious and she alternated between nipples for several minutes, letting the heat build between her thighs. When she could stand it no longer she lubed up the Rabbit and turned it on low speed. Moaning in pleasure, she slid it inside her and positioned the ears to stimulate her aching clit. One hand went back to caress a stiff nipple while the other manipulated the Rabbit, bringing herself to one, two, three orgasms in rapid succession. She shuddered and bit her lip. Not bad, certainly, but not as good as a real live man. Sighing deeply, she rolled over and finally drifted off to sleep. The next morning she was still debating on whether to accept Tim's little challenge. "What the hell," she thought. It was Saturday, she didn't have anything much to do. And she trusted him to let her set the pace. Moreover, she wanted him. Desperately. Bouncing out of bed, she showered and dressed. She debated over her clothing, finally choosing a casual red tank top, short denim skirt and thong sandals trimmed with playful scarlet silk flowers. She thought about going commando, then smiled wickedly. He wanted adventurous? She could do adventurous. Rummaging through her lingerie drawer, she pulled out the pair of "pearl panties" she'd gotten last Christmas from a girlfriend who'd heard them mentioned on Sex and the City and, not being brave enough to wear them herself, nominated Jen as guinea pig. They consisted of a waistband of red lace and a string of pearls running from front to back. She wiggled into them, adjusting the pearls so they rubbed gently against her clit with every movement. Hopping into her convertible, she put the top down and set out for the outskirts of town. Traffic was non-existent this early. As she turned onto River Road she punched the accelerator, reveling in the feel of the wind blowing through her ponytail. "Woo woo...," she heard. Déjà vu all over again. She grinned as she spotted Officer Gregory, face stern, in her rearview mirror. "Ma'am, I clocked you at 73 mph in a 45 mph zone." She gave him an innocent smile. "I'm sorry, Officer. I can't afford a ticket right now. Isn't there some way we can ... work this out?" Opening the driver's side door, she stepped onto the shoulder of the road and looked up at him. "Do you ... uh ... need to search for concealed weapons or something?" she asked. "Yes, ma'am, can't take chances with lawbreakers like you," he answered seriously. He placed his hands on her shoulders and ran them gently down her bare, tanned arms. Reaching behind her he caressed her back, then moved down her hips, stroking her shapely butt. Moving around front, he investigated her belly, paying special attention to the strip of silky skin between top and skirt. Her breath quickened as he cupped her full breasts. She pressed herself to him, loving the feel of his palms against her stiffening nipples. Working his way down, he explored each leg, causing her to shiver when his warm hand lightly brushed her inner thighs. As she put her hands on his shoulders for balance, he grinned up at her, "Just one more place to check." Slowly, tantalizingly, he ran his hands up the backs for her thighs, reaching under her skirt and caressing her bare ass cheeks. When he felt the string of pearls running between them his eyebrows shot up in pleased surprise. "Hmmm...I think I've found something. This is bound to be illegal in some states." Jenny laughed breathlessly. After assuring himself she was concealing nothing more lethal than the pearl panties his hands moved around front to stroke her already damp pussy. His fingers danced over her lightly, following the pearls, rubbing her swollen outer lips. He tugged on the strand, making it bump against her aroused clit. Suddenly a car whooshed by. Tim rose and dropped a playful kiss on the end of her nose. "Follow me," he said. He wheeled his motorcycle into the woods on the side of the road. To her surprise, there was an overgrown dirt road which led to a small clearing beside the river. He set the kickstand and turned to face her. "Now, about that citation." She batted her eyelashes in exaggerated feminine distress. "Oh no, Officer, please don't give me a ticket. Isn't there anything I can do to change your mind?" "Ma'am, are you attempting to bribe an officer of the law?" he questioned sternly. "Would it work?" she asked, moving closer and looking up at him seductively. "Why don't you take your best shot and we'll find out." Jenny took a deep breath, put her hands on his shoulders, and kissed him. As before, sparks flew instantly. His lips were warm and firm. Her hand investigated the skin of his cheek which was freshly shaven and smelled faintly of cologne. She used her other hand to stroke his shoulder and muscular bicep. Tim's hands rested lightly on the curve of her waist. She appreciated him letting her take the lead and it made her bolder. She slipped her tongue in his mouth, teasing his erotically. She nipped at his lower lip and he growled and pulled her close enough so she could feel his erection rubbing against her stomach. Unconsciously she rubbed against him. Pulling her closer still he ran his big hands over her butt, kneading and squeezing. She could feel the pearls as he rubbed, stimulating her pussy and ass. Their mouths were still fused together, the kiss going on and on. Finally she tore her mouth away and kissed her way down his neck. She unbuttoned his uniform shirt, making small circles on his chest, exploring the sinewy flesh through the thin cotton of his t-shirt. She scraped her nails lightly over his nipples, smiling at his hiss of surprise and arousal. Moving lower still, her restless hands encountered his gun belt. With his help she removed it and draped it across the handlebars of his cycle. Hands trembling with desire undid his pants and delved beneath the fabric of his boxers. She found his distended flesh and wrapped her fingers around it. He braced himself against the bike as she nudged his thighs apart and lowered his pants. Kneeling, she worked on him with both hands, sometimes moving in the same direction, sometimes opposite. Then she stroked with one hand while gently cupping his balls with the other. Her hands moved patiently over him, learning his shape and texture. "That feels so good," he murmured. "Then you should really like this," she responded as she applied her mouth to him. He looked down, transfixed at the sight of her glistening red lips engulfing his throbbing cock. She licked him daintily; small strokes up one side and down the other. Then she moved back to pay special attention to the tip. Her appreciative moans added to the eroticism of the moment as she expertly sucked him. Circling the base with one hand she used the other to run her fingertips over his muscular butt. "Ahhh," he groaned. She sucked him enthusiastically, her head bobbing up and down before him. He captured her head with his hands, urging her to take him deeper. She fucked him with her mouth, swirling her tongue around his turgid shaft. Suddenly his hands tightened, stopping her. She drew back, looking up at him quizzically. "I want to be inside you," he said simply. He helped her up and lifted her onto the seat of the bike. Leaning her back against the gas tank he spread her legs and pushed her skirt up out of the way. He gazed admiringly at her pussy, the strand of pearls buried between lips swollen with desire. Lowering his head, he put his mouth on her, licking and making her even wetter. He moved the pearls aside and slid the tip of his tongue inside, making her arch against him. His nose ground lightly against her clit. Rising slightly, he licked his way up to the aroused nub, first circling it, then flicking across it with the flat of his tongue. One hand moved up her body under her top to mold her breast, rolling a distended nipple between two fingers. It was his turn to make expert love to her. He kissed and sucked, licked and nibbled until she was panting. He teased her by taking almost taking her where she wanted to go, then changing pace. He deliberately played her body, taking her higher and higher. She was on fire, moaning for him. "Oh god, please don't stop." Then she was wordless, writhing against the hands holding firmly to her hips. She arched against him and begged, "Please, oh please, Tim!" He stopped and looked up at her. "Please what?" "Don't tease me anymore. Please make me come." He did as she asked, tonguing her until her body trembled around him. She bucked and squirmed as her orgasm rippled through her. Without giving her time to recover, he lifted her, setting her briefly on shaking legs as he straddled the wide leather seat. Picking her up again he positioned her across his lap and helped her brace her legs against the foot pedals. Using her hands on his shoulders for leverage, she rose slightly, then slid down his stiff cock. They were face to face, joined in the most intimate way possible. "Come on, ride me," he urged, hands on her sweetly curved ass. The pearls rubbed against her clit as she bounced up and down on his rigid cock. She felt another orgasm building and she began moving faster, rising up and sliding down to impale herself on him. His jaw was clenched, cords standing out on his neck as they fucked, thrusting upward to meet her hot wet pussy. Waves of pleasure began rolling through her and she unconsciously sank her teeth into his shoulder as the spasms rocked her world. She bounced wildly on him, his hands lifting her so her feet left the pedals. Wrapping her arms tightly around his neck she flexed her hips and ground against him, harder, faster. His cry echoed through the woods as he erupted inside her. She rode him, slowing as he continued to throb within her. Head dropping to his shoulder again, she let out a shaky breath. "Wow. Just wow." "Yeah," he agreed and they shared a weak laugh at the inadequacy of the words. Finally he helped her dismount, holding her tight until her legs would support her. When they were both somewhat recovered he maneuvered the motorcycle back over to her car. "So, are you going to give me that ticket?" "Ah, no ma'am. I think you managed to satisfy the ... uh ... long arm of the law." She giggled and kissed him lightly. "I really have to get home." "Want to have dinner tonight? I'll call you." "I'd love to," she replied. He escorted her to her car, fastening her seatbelt snugly around her and teasingly admonishing her to watch her speed since the next cop she encountered might not be so understanding. She agreed demurely and they shared one last lingering kiss. Long 'Arm' Of The Law He lowered himself to the bed and began to mix the combined cum on my chest with his tongue. When he licked across my hard nipple a jolt of electricity shot down to my cock and it bubbled a little additional cum. Kevin was really getting in to cleaning up the mess he made with his mouth. He took my softening, sensitive cock into his mouth and removed all evidence of our fun. Then he brought his cum-filled mouth up to mine and shared the treat with me. We continued kissing deeply for some time as we hung onto each other in an intense hug. The sound of running water woke me from my dream. My nostrils took in the scents of cum, sex and sweat, and I realized it was not a dream at all. Facedown on the mattress, I also noticed that my ass felt sore and raw. Smiling to myself, I opened one eye and saw the gun shoulder holster hanging on the chair next to the bed. As I was able to focus more, I looked beyond the chair and into the open bathroom door. There, with the curtain pulled open, was an incredibly gorgeous man taking a hot, soapy shower. Water was cascading over his head, across over in tight chest and continuing down his torso and off the tip of his long, impressive cock. It was then that he looked my way, smiled, formed his hand into a childlike make-believe gun and pretended to pull the trigger.