0 comments/ 92187 views/ 54 favorites Straight Cop Loses Control By: Coxswain Straight Cop Loses Control I was a little dizzy as I pushed back his foreskin with my tongue and lips, and his cockhead slipped across my tongue and deep into my mouth. Musky taste. Male. Oh, it was so fine to take him into my mouth, to suck that dick. Big cockhead. Wide flare. Reminded me of a guy I sucked a few weeks back. His cockhead was so broad, he had me screaming when he punched in, and the sadistic bastard fucked me by pulling out completely after each stroke and then lunging in completely again. The flared head of his cock was a stab of fiery pain going in and coming out, and that man had me in such explosions of pain, I almost blacked out, burned to death in a seething overload of fuck-pleasure. He had me cumming, ejaculating my insane joy at his mastery of me long minutes before he reached his own climax. Big cockheads really turn me into a bitch. I get multiple orgasms—four, five, six in the same fuck session. I worship big cockheads. Slave to them. But to get this Straight to fuck me with that big cock, I had to seduce him with a good blowjob. I sucked in my cheeks and held my lips over my teeth as my mouth slowly descended along the length of that magnificent manhood. My tongue caressed back and forth, rubbing the warm skin, and I'll be damned if I didn't get a moan out of him. Submission and the pleasure of satisfying him flowed over me in waves, and my own dong throbbed in my pants. Then I couldn't believe my ears: "Yes, bitch, that's it, suck that cock! You know you want it. Take my cock in your bitch mouth. Show me what a big slut you are." Oh. My. God. No one ever dared speak to me like that. I actually cummed right then, spurting my slavish adoration in my own pants, showing my devotion to my new conqueror. The man was making me serve him. Yes! Taking my maleness from me! By then thrusting his manhood down my throat! Too much! Reveling, overjoyed in my complete surrender, I skipped ahead to the Final Scene. I groaned, still sucking and licking at the wonderful cock that had conquered me, and I unbuckled my pistol belt, unbuckled my pants, unzipped, and pulled them down. I yanked down my boxers and, my pants down around my knees, and looked up at him. I begged. "Do you have a rubber." "No, bitch, you're going to get my cock bare-naked and sweaty." Powerless, so turned on I was dizzy, I turned away from him and fell onto my hands and knees, waiting. Ready. He thrilled me with his hand on the back of my head, on my neck, a symbol of domination. "Yeah, boy, get down there for me. You ready to get fucked, bitch? Is your tight cop-pussy hungry for my big cock?" I was so hot, I could only whimper. God, I wanted it! I had to have it! Finally I found my voice, and with my usual bass tones, I heard myself begging, pleading, a pitiful bitch praying to be serviced: "Yeah, yeah, do it, man! Fuck me! Fuck me to death!" The warm weight of his body settled on my back. I wanted it. I ached for it, I wanted him to invade me, for that hot, pulsing cock to send me to heaven. "Guide me in, bitch," he ordered, and I eagerly reached back to aim that big rammer into my hole. Immediately he thrust into me, and—Ohmigod!--I grunted with the power of his stroke and the slam of pain as his fist-sized cockhead burst through my sphincter. Oh how I love to be fucked, to be taken so powerfully and completely. Fucking was the pinnacle of my life, naked on my hands and knees, impaled on the wonderful cocks of powerful, dominant males. I was always in ecstasy, every time a stud made me his. That was the real meaning of my life, to be theirs, theirs to use, theirs to fuck. A bitch for their pleasure and a human carrier of their seed. As I thought back over the years, I realized only one or two men ever fucked me with a rubber. Russian-roulette fucking. I'm playing with my life. The very thought made me even hornier. Couldn't hold back a groan: "Oh . . . my . . . god!" He pumped his big prick deep into me, then yanked it—Jesus!—all the way out again. The bastard was a real sadist, and completely his slave, I thrust myself back at him, desperate for him to pump me full of his cum. More than anything, I wanted to know I had pleased him, and I wanted the reward his sperm. Frantic to increase his pleasure, I clamped my ass down on his thrusting shaft, his prisoner until he sprayed every drop of his semen deep into me. I love to be bred, to be filled with the juice of maleness. I love to feel it dripping for hours, dripping between my thighs, pooling in my underwear, wetting the seat of my uniform, wetting the seat of my patrol car--reminding me of how a man had possessed my body. And finally it happened! "Ungh, god, bitch! Here it comes!" Yes! A great, spreading warmth filled me, and I went insane. I cummed like never before. Wonderful! Irresistible! Completely mind-melting! In spite of my orgasm, I strained to clamp my ass down on him to increase his thrills. Fabulous. For long minutes I felt his seed shoot into my belly. When he finally pulled out, I was almost unconscious, collapsed forward in a weak, exhausted pile of sex-sated cop flesh. I heard him get to his feet. "Well, you're my bitch now, aren't you, cop?" "Yes! Yes, thank you! Yes!" "I don't think I deserve a speeding ticket. Do you, bitch?" "No. No, you don't. Don't worry about it, sir. I'll fix everything up." "Here's my card, bitch. Call this number tonight, and I'll tell you where next we're going to meet." He stuck something between my ass cheeks, right up to my drooling asshole. Then I heard his footsteps as he walked back to his car. He got in, started the engine, and roared away in a cloud of dust and squealing tires. I reached back for the card he'd stuck into my ass. Didn't want his jism oozing out of my ass to smear his telephone number. I knew his name and address, of course—it was written on the traffic ticket—but I hadn't gotten his telephone number. I can't reveal his name; let's just call him Boss. I called the number that evening when I got off duty. When I identified myself, Boss ordered me to come over to his house. In uniform. Without underwear. He knew he had me. Spoke to me like I was a piece of shit. And hearing that voice gave me a hardon. Chez Boss was a white mansion built in antebellum style—three storeys with a two-storey porch supported by Greek columns. The place had a history, though. Built on an old cotton-plantation mansion, it was supposed to be some sort of landmark. As I drove up, it suddenly occurred to me that Boss was even more powerful (more manly, more masculine) than I had dreamed. He called for me. Ordered me. He is going to fuck me. My cock was so hard in my pants, I had trouble pushing down the clutch. The second he opened the door of his house to me, Boss forced me to my knees, grabbed the sides of my head, and forced his magnificent cock into my mouth and down my throat. I gagged, but I worshipped his mastery, and I loved the humiliation of having another man use me in that way. "Fucking bitch, oh, yeah, you bitch! Take it, you cum-slut, take my cum!"—and he let out a long groan as his cock spurted into my guts. He pulled it back until just the head was inside and I lapped my tongue across the slit, sucking up his creamy seed. I whimpered and moaned like a virgin on her wedding night as my man drove me wild with the pleasure of sucking his cock and the taste of his thick sperm. "Swallow it, bitch!" I eagerly drank his jism, feeling it burn my throat like cheap whiskey. Boss pulled his cock out of my mouth, and I kissed the head as he milked the last drops of sperm out for me. He ordered me to stand up and strip for him. Excited and frantic, I tossed off my pistol belt, uniform jacket, the shirt, the boots, and soon the pants—and I stood naked (and ready) before him. He pushed me back against the couch. "Okay, spread 'em!" Face-to-face! He's going to fuck me face-to-face! Men alongside the roads always fucked me like an animal. Wanted me on hands and knees. More humiliating. Only the first guy, the mega-fuck years ago, fucked me face-to-face. But this guy's taking me on my back! Damn, I was excited, more than I had been in years. I was ready; damn, I was ready. I looked up at him, panting like a dog begging for a bone. And oh, his cock! Did he ever have a dong! I prayed this one would not be just a quickie—I wanted him to fuck me all night long. As he lowered himself onto me, I stared at that big, drooling monster as it advanced toward my eager rectum. The foreskin wrapped around it was like a leather cape. The titanic head with that great, evil eye hypnotized me into a fast-breathing, sweating, begging whore. His huge cockhead spread my ass open like before, and as before, I let out a scream. Oh, fuck! Like a Tomahawk Missile rammed up my ass. Since I'd just sucked him off, I knew he would last a long time, and suddenly I had second thoughts about that, but as his rams tortured my ass, a roaring, satanic pleasure grew out of it, and I went into a daze. Boss's face grew red, and I swear I could feel the huge veins lining his cockshaft—they made ripples like chattering machine-gun bullets of pain through my asshole with every pass. He turned me into a burning drum of gasoline screaming with pain-pleasure, but he held his body proudly erect over me, fucking me like the simple flesh-hole I was. He looked over at the door and then at me again. Oh, shit. Is he expecting somebody? But my brain could think of nothing other than the glowing climaxes he drove me into. For a second time, he drove me to an orgasm before he climaxed, and—God, I am a true bitch—he drove me into multiple orgasms! Again, again, and again the world turned erotic pink before my eyes, and I went into a beautiful blaze. My cock sputtered so much of my own jism on my chest, toward the end he had me in dry-cumming. Then he got his gun. Unloaded a gush of cum in me the size of an aircraft carrier! I swear I felt it come up the back of my throat. I was still rocking back and forth to the seismic waves of pleasure from Boss's fantabulous fuck when I heard the door open. I looked up. Ohh, shit! In walked two officers in State Trooper uniform. When my eyes cleared, I realized to my boiling shame that I recognized them both. And they would be arresting me. My cock flopped over. My life was coming to an end. Both officers looked at me with astonishment. I dropped my eyes in shame, couldn't look them in the eyes. I lay on the carpet naked, splay-legged, my asshole drooling Boss's sperm, my own chest covered with layers of my own ejaculations. The State Troopers had discovered me as a shameless, emasculated cum-slut and whore. I wished I were dead. If I could've reached my pistol belt, I would've grabbed my gun and shot myself. Then I heard Boss's voice. "Don't stand there staring, gentlemen. Strip down and join the party. I've still got enough jism for you two." Could not believe my ears. Unthinkable words! But before my astounded eyes, both State Trooper officers (whose names shall go unlisted) dropped their pistol belts, pulled off their shirts, removed their boots, unbuckled their pants, and were naked. They were not wearing underwear! My brain was numb. They've been summoned here by Boss! As I watched, disbelieving, the naked Boss stood between them, and both officers dropped to their knees, one to suck Boss's re-hardened cock, the other to bury his face in Boss's ass-crack to give him a rim job. I spent the entire night at Boss's house. Not a wink of sleep. For days I could taste nothing but sperm. For days every bowel movement was milky liquid. And I learned something: turned out the Boss had a stable of five State Troopers, three soldiers from the nearby Army base, and countless men from the county who shared The Secret. I learned a purpose for my new sexuality. Now when I succeed in breaking a Straight into a top, getting him to let me suck his cock and then fuck me, I take the newbie to Boss, who then breaks the top into a bottom, and he becomes a member of the stable. Working as a State Trooper with a little "hobby" for Boss keeps me in a constant state of near-orgasm. ~~~ ~~~ ~~~