0 comments/ 23791 views/ 2 favorites Cop & Blow Ch. 1 By: randyeverhard I was halfway to the Fanta-C Motel when the red lights of a state police car started flashing in my rear-view mirror. I figured it was my out-of-state plates. They're magnets for a trooper with a hard-on for transients and a ticket quota to make. I pulled over to the unpaved shoulder. I cursed and drummed my fingers on the open window as I watched the cop approach in my side mirror. To my surprise, it was a girl deputy. She gave new meaning to the words "arresting officer." I couldn't keep my eyes off her. She made the uniform look good as she fleshed it out with more T-n-A than even stretch-polyester could contain. Khaki clung to her every curve, and she had more than a mountain highway. The top three buttons of her shirt were undone, no match for the glandular globes that overcrowded the crisp fabric. Giant breasts swelled beneath the skin-tight uniform. Lifted up and out, they made enough sweaty cleavage to put the Rockies to shame. Her utility belt rode low on that slender waist. Her fingers just touched the butt of the big service revolver holstered on her hip. She was all police business. "Is there a problem, Deputy Klench?" I asked, squinting to read the name off the golden badge pinned to her chest. Elsa Klench, it said. I tried to glimpse the beautiful face under the wide hat brim. "I been on your ass so close I could've wiped it for you." I gave a friendly smile. "You must have me confused with somebody else." Her nostrils flared as she sniffed me. "Step outta the car," she goes. Little blue icicles hung from her words. She led me to the hood of the Menace where I assumed the all-too-familiar position. With my hands on the trunk and legs spread apart, she frisked me top to bottom. My balls shrank up and away out of habit. Experience taught me that John Law could be a real nutcracker. Jane Law, though, liked what she found. On the second pass her fingers lingered at my bloating bulge. "You carrying?" she asked. She'd found my piece all right, a fully loaded, double ball-barreled ladykiller. "No, ma'am," I gulped. The long arm of the law was between my legs, fondling the length of my hardening cock. She was like, "What's the big idea?" as she measured my pachydermic package with her fingers. Her voice was a hot hiss. "You some kinda pervert or something?" "No, ma'am." Meanwhile she kept on carrying on with the offending anatomical wonder. The copper was copping a feel. Her fingers stroked and kneaded the inflated flesh until my ramrod was righteously rigid. I'd been pinched before, but never like this. "You with the carnival?" she asked. "No, ma'am," I lied. "You got the look of the gypsy about you. You been hustling tonight?" "No, ma'am. Just trying to get where I'm going." Before I knew it she had the bracelets locked on my wrists. She pressed down on my neck the way you do to an ornery junkyard mutt to break his spirit and show him who's who. My cheek slammed against the trunk. "I know all about you carnies. You got sawdust in your shoes and larceny in your eyes." She leaned into my back, and I felt the full weight of her overblown bosom molding their meaty selves to my shoulder. "You think you can do what you want for free, scofflaw?" she whispered in my ear. Hatred dripped from every word. I was thinking, this is when she asks for the payoff. Cuz everybody's on the take, I don't care who you are -- and that goes double for the law. Deputy Klench was asking for it all right. But not for the wad I figured. She wrapped her left leg around my own, rubbing her crotch against my hip and purring deep in her throat. She straddled my cuffed hands and, with rhythmic pelvic thrusts, began to grind her snatch back and forth over my fingers and knuckles. The steam heat of arousal soaked her tight pants. Suddenly she locked her arm around my neck and jerked me back. Simultaneously she kicked the back of my knee. My leg buckled and I dropped to my ass in a cloud of dust. Laughing at me, she scootched her butt onto the hood of the car and spread 'em. She reached into her crotch and ripped. A panel of polyester tore away with ease. It'd been fastened with Velcro. She wasn't wearing panties. From her pussy to the crack of her ass, her privates were public. She raised her legs high and wide. Those gorgeous gams went on like a two-lane highway. I saw the end of the road, dead center. With some difficulty I got to my feet. She unbuttoned her shirt to her waist. Popped from their polyester prison, her breasts ballooned to an even greater size. She pinched her erect nipples through the black satiny bra. She removed her severe hat and out spilled a shower of impossibly long, lustrous blonde hair. Her eyebrows were severe black pencil lines. She beckoned with her finger. "A badass like you is good for only one thing," she growled: "A long, hard fuck." I shuffled toward her. She seized my belt and pulled me against her naked crotch. Her fingers flew over my fly, and then she finessed me out of my pants. Around her waist hung her big gun. It was a black steel service revolver. I wasn't gonna try anything funny -- just something funky. My pistol was drawn and cocked. A bead of pre-cum graced its tip. Staring down the long barrel of that gun, she instantly gave up. She held her thighs in place with the bend in her arms. The car's hood was at the perfect height as my shaft easily slipped across the threshold. I piled inside, inch by glorious inch. She gasped and grimaced as her pussy surrendered to my gargantuan girth. When I was completely in the custody of her cunt, I started with the ol' in-and-out. She had that lusty itch, and I ground and rolled my pelvis to scratch it from every obscene angle. Her twat was tied good and tight around my turgid tool. "Faster," she ordered. "Fuck me faster!" Upstanding, law-abiding citizen that I am, I obeyed. "Harder, gypsy!" she barked. "Fuck me harder!" I really put the slapstick to her. It's hard as hell to fuck a woman with your hands cuffed behind your back but I managed to drill her silly. We collided with the sticky smack of sweaty flesh. My balls bounced off her ass as I drove deep. Her cheeks slapped against the hood. Her black brassiere galloped about like a suspension bridge in a hurricane. Turbulent titflesh threatened to spill out of those steel-reinforced D-cups. She was one giant, shuddering cunt. I wished I could pour my whole body into her. And wrap that naked flesh around me like a big beaver coat. "My ass," she gasped. I pulled out. My tool was greased enough to get the job done and done right. Her arms were still in place around her legs. Fingernails dug into her milky white thighs. She pulled her legs higher and closer to her body until her knees were on either side of her face and resting on the hood of the Chevy. She dug her fingers into her cheeks and pulled them apart. I went in the hard way. Muscles gradually loosened their grip to take every inch. The bozo who said sex is all in the head never had all of his dick up her wazoo. What's there to think about? I'm a man of action. So I acted, upping the tempo of my steely strokes. Yippee-ki-yay and rooty-toot-toot! The slut couldn't get enough. I couldn't give enough. No matter how hard I tried. Her back arched sharply as her screaming ecstasy cut across the middle of nowhere. Her tight, muscular stomach undulated with the waves of orgasm. She looked like a flag waving on the end of my pole. I couldn't hold back any longer. With a grunt I gunned her down point-blank: bang bang bangity bang bang! until my chamber was spent. When I pulled out my copper stopper, the bitch looked me up and down and said, "Looks like I'm gonna have to run you in." "What for?" "Sodomy's against the law in Tuscarora County." What a set-up! But it was no use arguing. Cops don't hear anything they don't wanna hear. Believe me, I know. Cop & Blow Ch. 2 Getting pinched is like getting crushed by the Ferris wheel if it takes a tumble off its cinder blocks. It's just another job hazard. You don't dwell on it. A you can do is sleep off your piss-poor luck like a hangover. Next thing I know, Klench was yowling: "Wake up, carnival boy!" My eyes snapped open. I gasped out loud. That low-down, hyped-up hellcat was crouched above my head. She was down to her black vinyl bra, black vinyl crotchless panties and freshly polished black Gestapo boots. They werelike licorice. "I'm gonna straighten you out with some cruel and unusual punishment!" Her naked crotch hung over me like the proverbial Sword of Damocles. Only it wasn't long and sharp but flaming red and raggedy like something out of a bad drive-in monster movie. My hands instinctively tried to protect my face. But I couldn't move them. They were cuffed to the bed. I was helpless. I stared into that cunt. That cunt stared into me. "Don't give me none of your lip, boy," she snarled. "Unless you want some of mine..." She squatted down, lowering her big blonde pussy onto my face. She began thrusting her snatch back and forth, getting her sloppy wet petals and wiry curls all over me. Suddenly she sat down on my face. She made her body go like lead. She settled in, adjusting her weight. Her bottom half fit my face like an iron mask. This was pussy punishment to the nth degree. Naked flesh molded itself to my head. My nostrils were sealed. Mouth smothered. No room to breathe. I was pinned under a penitentiary of puss. It was as dark as the grave. That cruel cunt had killed men before. And now the angel of death was knocking at my door. Panic set in. I started kicking for my life. The face-sitting freak dismounted. I tried to scream but nothing came out. I finally caught my breath and wailed. "Help meeeeee!" "Aaaagggggghhhh!" she yelled, drowning out my pathetic plea. "Go ahead and scream! Scream all you want! Nobody can hear you in here!" My chest heaved as I sucked down great searing lungfuls of air. So close to death, I never felt more alive in my life. Every nerve was on fire. She piled off me and stepped out of view. When she came back, she two fisted a dangerous-looking dildo -- shiny black and shaped like a monster cock. She stood above me and fellated its ten long inches. Her pink tongue flickering over the veins and nodules. She raised one leg and planted her heel in my stomach, grinding it in place. She aimed the dildo at her crotch and inserted just its head. She rotated it to touch every delicious nerve. She licked her lips. Her eyes gleamed wickedly. She clutched the dildo by its base and slowly eased it up. She pulled it out to the tip. Immediately she drove the shaft in to the hilt again. Fingers fluttered over her clit as she screwed her hole faster and faster. "Don't you just wish this was your cock, geek?" she demanded, staring me down. She drove her eyes like nails into my brain. Her heel dug into my gut. The pain became searing pleasure. "Suffer!" she cackled, mocking me. "Your cock isn't good enough for my pussy. But I'll let you lick my boot!" She stomped her boot beside my head. I turned my head to face it. "Lick it, dammit, or I'll crush your throat!" I stretched out my tongue and tasted leather and polish. She groaned like I was tonguing her naked flesh. "You lick good for a no-count geek. Let's see what you can do with this --" She shoved the dildo in my face. "Clean it good, carnival boy." It was slick with her juices. My tongue traced the veins and ran over the nodules. I tasted her pussy. "Looks like you've sucked dick before, geek! Have you been bu-fu'd, too?" She pushed the dildo against my butt. My asshole locked up tight as a bank vault at four o'clock. I kicked her arm away. "What kind of fiend are you!?" I hissed. "What do you want? I'll do anything! Anything but that!" I begged, I pleaded, I cried uncle till I was blue in the face. And then I got a hold of myself, and started talking trash. If I was gonna go, I was gonna go with a shred of dignity. "You loathsome, lowly geek!" she yelled. "Look at you squirming like a worm! I oughta squash you now and put you outta your misery! But then that wouldn't be any fun, would it?" She straddled me on her hands and knees. Her cheek was pressed against my belly, her gaping sex mere inches from my face. She reached between her legs and, with two fingers, spread her swollen lips. She picked up the phony phallus and bullseye'd it with a gasp. "Fuck me," she ordered. "How? You got my goddamn hands cuffed." "Use your head, geekboy," she said. "Use your mouth!" I lifted my head and grabbed the end of the dildo between my lips and got a good grip on it. Clenching it between my teeth, I began to thrust it in and out by moving my head. Her body writhed and undulated out of control as I gave her the nastiest workout. I could feel my brain sloshing back and forth in my skull as I started headbanging faster. Drool ran from the corners of my mouth. Snot flew from my nose. I felt like a dirty animal. I didn't let up even when she started to cum. Her powerful cunt ripped the dildo out of my mouth. My head fell back, limp. In a daze I saw the dildo still planted in the clutches of her pussy. The end wiggled at me as spasms rocked her world. "Lemme outta here, bitch," I groaned. "I done my time." "There's only one way outta this jail," she cackled deviously. She turned around and straddled my face between her legs. "Eat your way out!" Before I could take the law into my own hands, I had to take the law into my own mouth. I planted my face in her overheated puss. My tongue unfurled and then fluttered up and down her juicy crease. Her aroused clitty rose out of its pink hood. I sucked it between my lips and pulled. It was a sucker move in more ways than one. That's when Klench locked her powerful legs around my head. They were so long she could've wrapped them around me twice. I was crushed between the vicious vise of her thighs. She had me right where she wanted me. I'd fallen headlong for her iron trap. "You break the law," she laughed cruelly, "the law breaks you!" Those rock hard muscles flexed and churned, chopping my good looks into raw hamburger. My face felt like it was smeared on the inside of her thighs. The rhythmic pull of her muscles drew me deeper still into her smothering cunt. She wouldn't be satisfied till my whole head was holed up in her hooch. "Whatsamatter -- cat got your tongue?" She squeezed her scissors hold tighter and tighter until I thought my head would bust like a water balloon. But despite my tenderized face and the tangy juices that burned my eyes, I knew better than to stop quaffing that quiff. "Eat my cunt, you dirty criminal! Eat it out good, you dumb sonofabitch!" She was a gusher. Her sex oil tasted sharp as brass as it flooded my mouth, then ran down the crack of her ass. I followed its trail, licking lower. I tongued the sensitive patch of skin between her cunt and her asshole until she squirmed. I traveled upward again to concentrate on her clit. I sucked the hard ball of nerves into my mouth and rolled it back and forth with the tip of my tongue. My nose burrowed in her carpet of curls as she pulled me deeper into her lunch box. Her moans and groans grew louder and longer as she careened toward orgasm. "Lick it, geek boy! Lick it, lick it, lick it!" She was suddenly still, her body tight like a drawn bow. Her muscles snapped. Her body bucked and writhed. But she kept her leglock tight, whipping me back and forth in her hurly burly bush. That sadistic sexecutioner came so powerfully she stretched and twisted my neck between her thunder thighs until I thought she'd rip my head clear off. Her suffocating sleeper hold squeezed tighter. My limbs grew heavier and heavier. "Dead man fucking!" she shrieked. "Dead man fucking!" I couldn't breathe. I couldn't feel my arms or legs. I was nothing but a rag doll. Passing out, I saw silent pops of light and knew they were brain cells dying like stars. And then it was lights out for me. * * * I woke up in the back seat of the Menace. My head was pounding like the morning after but it was still dark out. It was a miracle I got out alive. I couldn't move a muscle for the longest time. I checked my wallet, knowing that I'd find it empty. Elsa had kicked my ass and made me pay for the privilege. A thousand scoots gone.