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When Duty Calls

By: twogat123



I had been working all day, trying to get caught up; interruptions and other factors causing a delay in finishing my writing until just now. What a relief to have that behind me and be able to face the weekend without any worries.

It's Friday evening and I'm on my way to my friend Kara's house, running late. We've had a girl's night out planned for a month now, and I'm not going to let her down by missing it. Jennifer and Trish are probably at Kara's already, waiting on me. 

What a week! All I want is a fruity cocktail and a naked man to look at. We're going to a Chippendales Revue. Yes, I know they're more than likely gay, but there's nothing like the visual feast of sweating, rippling, naked man-flesh to get me primed for a good fantasy. I need something to write about. It's been a dry spell, both in life and in fiction. 

Plus, well, I kinda dig the guy on guy action. If something like that were to break out on the stage tonight, it might just inspire my entire years' worth of fantasy-filled finger-fucking sessions. 

I'm not paying attention to my speed as I head down the on-ramp to I-40; I just want it to be fast. My foot has the accelerator pegged and I'm ready for some speed and adrenaline. I merge swiftly into sparse traffic as twilight settles over my world. 

The windows are down and Nine Inch Nails' Closer is turned up as I rush across the open highway before me. Feeling my new BMW 328D humming underneath me gives me a little charge. If a car were fuck-able, I wouldn't need a man or a dildo. This car is as close to fuck-able as you can get. Sleek and powerful with muscle and definition. Quick response with a twin turbo engine and long lasting staying power. Makes me wet just driving it.

It was these thoughts that kept me from realizing that a cop had pulled in behind me and was flashing his blue lights. I must have driven quite a distance before I snapped back to reality, because he had started to pass me to edge me to the side of the road. Damn, I wonder how fast I was going.

I was already running late as it was to meet Kara and the girls. How long would this take and how much was the ticket going to cost? I could have been going 120 mph for all I knew. 

As I pulled to the side and off the shoulder a bit, the cop pulled in behind me; positioning his car almost sideways. Shit, he really thinks I'm some sort of flight risk and criminal, doesn't he? Surely he won't haul me to jail for driving recklessly, will he? 

A million paranoid thoughts were crowding my mind as he finally exited his cruiser, turned on a flashlight and made his way to my window. 

I was about to utter the only excuse I could think of for driving like a complete ass - that I had a family member sick and dying in the hospital - when he spoke.

"You still like Nine Inch Nails after all this time? I figured you'd have graduated to some other grudge fuck music."

"Excuse me!" Was all I could think to say.

My head snapped to the side to get a good look at who exactly this was. Of all the things I expected him to say, those words were not them.

His flashlight sent a bright beam of light into my eyes, preventing me from seeing anything but a silhouette beside me. 

Startled, I said, "Who the fuck are you?"

I heard a chuckle and a click as he turned the flashlight off. 

"How could you forget ME, Lee Ann?" 

"I don't go by THAT name any longer."

Finally my eyes started to adjust to the dim light so I could see a bit more. Squinting and gawking, with my head out the window trying to discern who this mysterious creature was; something clicked in my mind. I know that voice. Oh shit do I know that voice! 

That voice had kept me up at night; many nights. That voice had soaked my panties and fucked every hole I had to fuck. That voice could sweet talk, cajole and squirm its way into my fevered brain more thoroughly than any other voice I'd ever known.

"Will!!" I screeched it more than said it. Oh my god! Will! 

Before I had a chance to open the door to step out, he yanked it open and hauled me up to him. Babbling and shocked as I stared into Will Carol's face for the first time in fifteen years; my friend from high school and fuck buddy from so many years ago. 

Laughing softly, he finally put his finger up to my lips to quiet my incoherent talking. 

He shoved me back against the car and said, "I should arrest you right here, Lee Ann Atwood. You were driving in excess of 100 miles per hour!"

"That's not my name any longer Will Carol. You know that. And umm, well, umm. I'm running late. In a hurry. You know..."

"I know you better than that. You just like to push the envelope. Nice car, by the way. Come here and give your old friend a hug."

I smiled as he enveloped me in his arms; his stiff uniform rubbing against my breasts. Damn, wish I wasn't in a hurry.

"It's great to see you Will, but I need to run. I was supposed to meet my friend Kara twenty minutes ago. Give me your number and I'll call you to catch up."

Another soft laugh from him as he started shaking his head from side to side.

"You really think that I'm going to let a law breaker such as yourself go with just a warning?? Driving 110 miles per hour is considered reckless driving. I'm going to have to take you to jail and have your car towed off of the freeway."

"You wouldn't!!" 

"Now am I going to have to cuff you, or are you going to get in the back of the car without a struggle?"

He was still smiling as he said this. Me shaking my head in confusion; what is he up to?

"You're really going to arrest me?" I ask with utter disbelief. 

"I have to. I already reported back to my dispatcher that I have a reckless driver I'm bringing in. I'll call the towing company on the way, so your pretty foreign car will be safe."

That bastard! I had never been put in jail before. I'd been there plenty of times for work, but not for actually breaking the law. Of all the people in the world to take me there, it was going to be Will?? 

"C'mon Will, there's no need for this! I've got plans tonight. Let me go and I'll call you tomorrow." I say this with as much assertiveness as I can muster.

"Nope. You're coming with me. Let's go."

He shut my car door and grabbed me by the arm and led me back to his cruiser. He passed up the front passenger door and opened the back door. 

"I can't even sit up front with you?" I question.

"Nope. Against policy. You'll be fine. The jail's not far from here."

He plopped me in the back of his car in the cage and slammed the door soundly. The door locked automatically from the outside. Jesus, what is going on here?

Will walked around to the driver side door, opened it and climbed in. He spoke into his mic, though I didn't understand a word he said. What the hell does 10/7 mean?

As he merged onto the road and into traffic, he started humming to the tune on the radio. 

"What the hell did I ever do to you Will Carol?" I ask as I sulked. 

He continued humming; ignoring my whining. Finally, I pound on the cage to try to knock him out of his revelry. 

He turned his head in my direction and said, "Now Lee Ann, you don't want me to cuff you, do you? Knock it off, or I will."

He patted the cuffs hanging from his belt and then turned back to his music; driving and ignoring me. 

"My name is not Lee Ann any longer!" I shout in exasperation.

Is this really happening to me? One minute I'm on my way to see oily men gyrating to thumping dance music, and then next, I'm locked in Will Carol's police car, headed to jail. 

While my addled brain is trying to understand what's happening, Will makes several turns and is headed down a quiet wooded two-lane road.

Another turn and we're on a narrow gravel path. We continue until we come to a little clearing. He then stops, puts the car in park and turns the engine off. 

It's quiet except for the frogs and an electric transformer buzzing somewhere in the distance.

This obviously isn't the jail. 

Damn that boy; he has a memory. Back in the day, we used to share all of our most outlandish and everyday fantasies with each other. One of mine involved being taken into police custody and made to do unspeakable acts with the officer until his urges were satiated. Of course I'd never lived it out. Who does that? 

He turned the flash light on up front and pointed it at the ceiling and then opened his door to come back to the cage with me. I knew exactly what he was up to and what I needed to do.

I scooted over to make room for him in the tight space. Our thighs touching as he shoved in next to me. 

With his right hand, he reached over and ran his fingers over my neck and entwined them into my hair and pulled me closer to his face. 

"Until I'm satisfied, Ms. I'm-No-Longer-Lee Ann, you will not be leaving my custody. Do you understand?"

I nod my head slowly, so as not to have my hair pulled further. Looking into his eyes, I see smoldering heat and urgency. It may have been my fantasy so long ago, but he is embracing it as well. 

He yanked me closer and smashed his lips against mine. There was no subtlety as his tongue licked my lips and forced them open. He stabbed it into my mouth and probed. I could feel him quiver ever so slightly at the ferocity of the act. 

If anything, Will looked even better than he did in high school. A cut body and piercing blue eyes that revealed a confidence in himself that he never had before. 

I slipped my leg over his and climbed on his lap and ground my hips into him. His grip on my hair loosened as we continued to devour each other. The filmy dress I had chosen for the evening of male hedonism created the illusion of complete nudity as I rubbed against his uniform pants. He raised his ass to meet my thrusts.

Kissing him as ferociously as he was kissing me, I let my fingers wander down his chest and taut belly to the hardness waiting for me there. My nails made a scratching sound as they ran over the protruding fabric. I felt a wet spot as I rubbed at the outline of his stiff cock. He'd been contemplating this awhile. 

I held on to his shoulder with one hand as I continued to massage him, feeling along the edge of his waist band and belt; dipping below and then sliding back up. His hands migrated to my ass, fingering my panties as they tried to coax me even further into his erection. 

Groping him, my fingers found what they had been looking for...handcuffs. To distract him, I disengaged my lips from his and re-engaged them on his neck; biting and sucking hard enough to make him tremble, but not hard enough to leave a mark. He groaned in my ear as goose bumps plumped on the skin of his arms and neck. 

Quickly, I reached behind me and click, click the cuffs into place on his wrists. With the second click, he suddenly realized what was happening and stiffened, his hands cuffed behind me. 

"Hey now, that's not how the fantasy went," he said. His brow is furrowed and he looks a little worried. 

"No, it isn't," is all I say and smile.

I unfasten his pants; belt first, then snap, then zipper; ever so slowly. I open them up to reveal boxers...boxers that have Batman printed on them. I laugh. 

"What? You can't look at my package and then laugh!! That's not cool!"

"You have Batman undies on! How am I not supposed to laugh?"

"Yeah, yeah. Just what do you plan on doing with me? If a patrol car rolled up and found us like this, you'd be in serious trouble, my friend. False imprisonment, of a police officer; rape, of a police officer; kidnapping, of a police officer; you name it! Laugh all you want then."

He smiled smugly at this revelation; as if his silly scare tactic would have an effect on the plans I had in store for him.

I looked him in the eyes, quietly, for several moments.

"Do you want this Will?" I say with absolute sincerity. 

Without hesitation, he nodded his head yes.

"Get out of the car so I can strip you down then." 

He raised his arms as I crawled out from underneath them and slipped out the open door. He followed suit, hands cuffed in front of him, pants agape and sliding down his hips. 

Once out of the car, I helped him take off his boots and ease his pants and boxers the rest of the way down. All he had on was his uniform shirt. I backed him against the trunk as I unbuttoned the buttons and open it up. His chest was smooth and rippled with muscle. My fingers ran over the dips and definition for the longest time; savoring the feel of him. 

"I've missed your body Will. Now I'm going to use it however I want."

His nipples perked as my fingertips brush back and forth over them. I licked first one and then the other; alternating between sucking and blowing softly and then forcefully. 

His cuffed hands were between us, and I could feel him massaging his cock. I slap his hands.

"No! You do not have permission to touch yourself. I'm the only one that can give you pleasure. Not you; only me."

He stopped moving and looked at me pleadingly. 

"You're driving me nuts Lee Ann. Touch me; touch my cock...please?"

I twisted his nipple hard enough to hurt. He quickly took a breath and sighed as he let it out.

"Until you understand who is in charge here, I will not touch your cock. And do not call me Lee Ann. I am not Lee Ann."

With that, I stepped back from him enough to slide my panties down my long legs and pitch them to the side. My dress still on as I stepped closer to him again. I rubbed my naked snatch against his bare hand; pressing and grinding.

"May I finger your pussy?"

"Yes you may."

His thumb twitched against my clit instantaneously while his index finger slipped into my hole.

"Oh my, your pussy is so wet." He practically groaned as he said it. 

"May I lick your nipples?" 

He looked at my breasts as they poked through the sheer material hungrily and unconsciously licked his lips. 

"Yes, you may pleasure me."

He leaned into me and his lips brushed the fabric covering my nibs. His tongue flicked out and bathed a nipple with wetness. The feel of his fingers on me and inside me coupled with his warm tongue gliding across my nipples was intensely exciting. I ground my cunt against his hand and pulled his head harder against me. 

"Mmm, yes. Don't stop!"

I held on to his neck as I humped his fingers. Oh man, how could I be this close to cumming already? We'd only just begun. Whatever the reason, I was on the edge of drenching his hand. 

The heat from the night coupled with my exertion caused sweat to drip down my back and the crack of my ass. My dress was getting soaked and clingy as it hugged my every curve. 

He began to strum my clit faster and harder while finger fucking my aching hole. My legs started to tremble as my pussy began to quiver in his hand. 

"Oh fuck baby, I'm going to cum!" I moaned. I was practically jumping on his hand, squeezing every bit of goodness out of his touch that I could. What seemed like minutes passed as I writhed and squirmed through my climax.

When I finally came down from my plateau, he was staring at me intently, smiling.

I smiled sheepishly back at him and asked what he was smiling at.

"It's always so difficult to tell when you cum Lee...ok, ok, you're not Lee Ann anymore." He laughed as he said it. 

I looked down to notice his cock, hard and dripping, waiting patiently for me. 

"Someone is excited...I wonder who?"

He looked down at what I was staring at, his cock. He smiled and pushed his hips forward so it bounced against my pussy. Mmm, the overwhelming feeling of wanting him inside me hit instantly. I wanted him badly. Every which and any which way I could have him. And he was mine for the taking; at least at this moment, to do with as I pleased. 

I slipped my dress over my head and tossed it to the side, never taking my eyes off of him. Drawing closer, I sucked his fingers, tasting myself on them and he moaned. Still in the cuffs, I raised his arms up and ducked under so that I can rub myself up against him. My warm bare nipples nestle against his chest as we kiss hungrily again. 

We break free and I hear him panting with need. My fingers caress his dick and find wetness leaking from the tip. He groaned as I touch him and he moves against me, visibly aching for something more.

"Fuck me," he whispers into my ear and then bites down on my neck, ever so roughly. 

I gasp with delight and stroke his cock with my fingers; his precum wetting my hand. 

"I want to you in my mouth. I want to taste you." With that, I lower myself to my knees and continue to stroke him with my hand, while slipping the tip of his cock into my mouth. With just the head inside, he exhales sharply and immediately tries to push further. My hand is firmly in place, and I only allow him to enter me another inch. He seems frustrated, but continues stroking. I only take the tip and just an inch for a few more minutes, and then release my hand and let the rest of his shaft impale my mouth.

He sighs heavily as his hips start rhythmically stroking; slowly at first and then faster. I keep a tight suction on his shaft, allowing the head to almost slip out at the withdraw while stroking his swollen balls with my fingertips. 

I can tell he wants to cum in my mouth, and any other time I wouldn't mind, but tonight, at least for his first load, I want him to fill up my pussy. I grab his hips to slow his motions and finally bring him to a stop. His body is so much in the groove that he seems startled when I do this.

"Oh my god, please don't stop Lee Ann."

With regret, I detach myself from his member and stand before him. I kiss him roughly and let him taste himself on my lips. 

"Do you like fucking my mouth Will?"

Before he has a chance to answer, I open the back door and push him onto the seat and climb in on top of him. 

"You called me Lee Ann again. I think maybe I should just leave you naked and handcuffed in your car tonight." 

He protested by bucking his hips against my swollen and achingly wet pussy, shoving his dick obscenely close to my opening. 

"You want me inside you as badly as I want to be inside you. Now stop talking and fuck me for god's sake!" He said almost arrogantly.

I laughed and looked down at him staring intently back up at me. He was smiling at me like we had all night, but I could tell he was impatient to finally feel the warmth of my snatch. 

With my fingers, I guided him into me; just the tip at first, savoring the experience. Gradually I eased his length inside until I was sitting on him completely. We both sighed with delight at the intensity of the moment. I didn't want to wait any longer; I felt I'd almost waited too long. I wanted to cum on his cock and I wanted him to fill me up as well. 

Moving swiftly on his shaft, I stroked his length with my aching pussy. I used him for what I needed and wanted, and he didn't seem to mind. He panted and bucked against my commotion with his own urgency. I dug my nails into his chest as I felt my orgasm overtake me. I slammed down on his dick over and over, using him to satiate my body. After my orgasm started, I felt his start, with hot spurts of his cum filling my void and sliding down his pole.

To be continued...