7 comments/ 30972 views/ 28 favorites Man in Blue By: sticky_cherry_syrup The young woman with jet black hair and dressed in a tie-dyed t-shirt smiled as Rachel walked into the shop. "Back again so soon?" she asked, as Rachel bypassed the tacky bachelorette party supplies and headed straight for the vibrators. "Yeah," Rachel murmured, feeling a blush of embarrassment rise on her cheeks. She let her heavy dark brown hair parted down the middle fall over her shoulders, partially hiding her face. She always feared that someone she knew from work would come strolling in to buy party supplies while she was carrying around a fake penis. The clerk left her alone to peruse the merchandise. Rachel knew the selection as well as anyone who worked in the shop. She had been coming in weekly for several months now, not always to buy a new vibrator, but usually. Her gaze swept quickly over the ones she already had: the long, skinny ones; short, fat ones; prickly ones; smooth ones; red, black and blue ones. There were butterflies, dolphins and ducks. Silicon, jelly, and plastic. The assortment was dizzying. And yet she owned many of them. Beside the vibrators were the dildos. She had several of these as well. Five inch, six, seven, eight, nine...even ten. White, brown, black. Thick, thin, medium sized. Veiny and smooth. There were dildos shaped like street cones and others like fists. Then there were the anal toys. For Rachel, this was a category of pleasuring as yet unexplored. Her vivid blue eyes moved up and down the display. She needed something small to start with that wouldn't leave her walking strangely the next day. A long, slender, and quite flexible anal dildo seemed interesting without being scary. She tucked it, along with an extra large tube of lubricant, under her arm, relieved she was the only person in the store. A new item had arrived, suction nipple vibrators. Although she owned vibrating nipple clamps, she didn't own any that stayed on using suction. She pulled the package off the shelf, not even looking at the price tag. Her trip to the store hadn't been in vain. She decided on another item that she'd been considering for a while, a fairly small "rabbit" vibrator with a split clitoral stimulator. Oh yeah, she could definitely use some more clit action. As she walked to the counter, she picked up an extra large package of batteries. She'd discovered of late that she could never have too many batteries. The clerk reminded Rachel of the need for more antibiotic toy cleaner, then rang up the total. "That'll be one hundred thirty-nine dollars and forty-eight cents, please," the clerk told her. Rachel cringed as she took out her credit card. All told, she'd spent over four hundred dollars that month alone on sex toys. The young woman behind the counter took the vibrator out of the box and loaded it with fresh batteries, then turned it on. The device hummed to life. "Is that okay for you?" the clerk asked, holding it out to Rachel to feel. Rachel touched the end of the device. "That works for me," she said with a hint of irony. "Did you want me to leave the batteries in it?" "Sure, why not." Back in her car, Rachel opened the bag and withdrew the vibrator from its box. She hoped this one would last a while. For months now she'd been buying vibrators, finding the first experience with a new toy to be exhilarating. She could reach orgasm in thirty seconds with a new one of these. But once the novelty of a device wore off, she found herself longing for something new and different. Perhaps her purchases of today would keep her occupied to awhile. Starting her car, she did all the things she usually did before her long commute home: adjust her rearview mirror, put on her sunglasses, tune the radio, plug in her cell phone to recharge. She hated the almost hour-and-a-half commute in heavy traffic that her job in Houston demanded of her. Once on the expressway and headed west out of the city, Rachel tried to focus her mind on elements other than the contents of the bag beside her. She listened to talk radio, made a mental list of things to do over the weekend, and once more went over the last conversation with her now-ex-boyfriend. It was the last thing that gave her the most grief. She and Steven had been together for fifteen years, ever since high school. They'd even bought a house together...a house in the country that he had picked out, with no neighbors, just so he could smoke pot every night on the back porch. She now had to try to sell that house since he'd moved in with his new nineteen year old girlfriend. It meant that Rachel could move closer to Houston, but until then she still had the unbearable commutes to contend with. Traffic moved at a crawl the first hour. Mentally exhausted from the stress of the commute, she pulled off just short of the town of Katy and went through a drive-thru to get an iced coffee. As she sat in the parking lot messing with her straw and letting her nerves unwind, an idea streaked through her mind. She pushed it away. It came back. Again she told herself no. But the idea persisted. Ordinarily she didn't have toy cleaner with her in the car, but today was an exception. There was the added benefit of a handful of napkins that had come with her iced coffee. She opened the black bag and, glancing about the parking lot to make sure no one was around, opened the vibrator box. Stealthily she doused the surface of the vibrator with the toy cleaner and rubbed the excess away with a napkin. Again she glanced around her car, just to make sure there were no roving eyes. She turned on the vibrator and slid it up under her skirt to where her thighs parted. A gasp escaped her lips as the vibrator immediately hit her erogenous zones. "Oh yeah," she sighed happily. "That'll do it." Leaving the vibrator against her panties, she started to back out, but felt awkward with something lying between her legs. Again she parked her car and thought about it. Did she dare? She never had before, mostly because she found it too distracting. But the rest of the drive was relatively quiet, being on the outskirts of the city. Besides, if her experience proved true, she probably wouldn't get far before the first orgasm hit. Rachel kicked off her heels, then lifted her butt off the seat to pull down her already-damp panties. These she stuffed in the bag from the store, along with the spare napkins from the drive-thru. Next, she glided the vibrator up into her moist vagina, careful to keep her skirt under her legs. She always released a profuse amount of fluid when she orgasmed and didn't want to soil her car seat. She left the large tube of lubricator in the bag. She wouldn't be needing it today. The vibrator buzzed gently inside of her, sending wonderful vibrations through her core. The little rabbit ears around her clit teased her in a deliciously agonizing way. She could so come right now. She closed her eyes and let the feeling capture her. All the troubles of the day seemed to fade to a distant memory. She lifted her hips a bit off the seat and wiggled eagerly against the vibrator. Oh, that was good. Yes, she could definitely come now. Brakes screeched outside her window and she opened her eyes to see a trucker sitting in his cab, staring right at her. Rachel immediately sat back down in her seat, mortified. Something in his expression told her that he knew exactly what she was doing. She quickly started her car and backed out, then pulled forward and took off. Looking in her rearview mirror, she was relieved to see he wasn't following. Back on the expressway, she tried to let the incident go. Anyway, the trucker had ruined her orgasm. She'd been so close to coming, and now it felt as though she had to start all over. Watching the road in front of her, she tried to manage her speed, knowing that this stretch of the road was full of fine-hungry cops. Her new economy car didn't have cruise control, something she'd grown up with, and at times she had difficulty maintaining a legal speed. Now was no exception. The vibrator was really doing its job. Rachel moaned and dragged a hand over her soft round breasts. Beneath her light sweater, two stiff points jutted through the thin lacy fabric of her underwire bra. She wiggled against the vibrator, gasping as the tiny sensations drew her closer and closer to orgasm. The direct stimulation was intensely perfect. She watched the road passing under her wheels, saw the other cars, wondered why they looked like they were standing still. Oh God, her vagina was going to explode. She gripped the wheel, bucking wildly against the vibrator deep within her. "Yes!" she screamed, her head flopping back and forth as her body began to tremble. "Yes, oh yes—" "Please pull your vehicle over," a metallic voice said from heaven and, mid-orgasm, Rachel looked up to see flashing lights in her rearview mirror. Somehow she put on her blinker. Somehow she changed lanes and managed to pull over to the shoulder. She was still breathing raggedly, and blood raced through her veins. She leaned her head back against the headrest, thinking for some reason she had all the time in the world. A hand tapped impatiently at her window and she rolled it down. A police officer in blue bent down to look at her. "Are you aware of how fast you were going?" he demanded sharply. His sunglasses reflected her own. He had tanned skin and dazzling white teeth. "No, sorry," Rachel said, her voice sounding far away to her own ears. He stood up straight, angry and annoyed. "License and proof of insurance," he snapped. "And turn off your vehicle, please." The "please" at the end was a demand, not a request. Rachel turned off her ignition and leaned to retrieve her insurance information from the glove box. As she pulled out the card, something inside the glove box caught her eye. A small zip-lock bag of marijuana lay nestled in the glove box's paperwork. It wasn't enough for Steven to have bothered with, but it was certainly enough to get Rachel arrested. She was furious her ex had so carelessly left the illegal substance behind in her car. But as long as she did what she was told and got through this alright, she had nothing to fear. She took out her license as well and passed it and her insurance card through the window. Her hands were trembling and sweat appeared on her forehead. He glanced at her information, then back at her. "Have you been drinking?" he asked. Rachel's eyes grew larger. Why wasn't he just writing the ticket? Why was he hassling her? She picked up the iced coffee and shook it. "This is the only thing I've been drinking," she said. "Did you stop anywhere else?" he went on hostilely. "No, just the fast food drive-thru," she answered. He glanced into her car. "What's in the bag?" he asked. Rachel's heart felt as though it simultaneously sank and somersaulted. "What?" He gestured to the black plastic bag in her passenger seat. Compared to the marijuana, the bagful of sex toys was a minor thing. And yet when Rachel opened her mouth to answer, the words wouldn't come out. "What's in the bag?" he asked again, more stringent than the first time. She stared at him. Oh crap, why was he so angry? He stood up straight again. "Please step out of the vehicle," he said. Rachel's heart rate skyrocketed. "What?" she whispered, not believing her ears. "Step out of the car, please," he said, biting out each word as though she didn't understand English. Rachel snapped closed the glove box as she reached for her shoes. "Step out of the vehicle now," the cop said between his teeth. Rachel opened the car door and, squeezing her thighs together, awkwardly planted her bare feet on the hot pavement. She could feel the vibrator slip a bit, but fortunately her vagina was tight enough to keep it in...as long as she didn't move a lot. "Go stand over there," he said, pointing to the front of her car. "The pavement is hot," she said. He sat down in the driver's seat and reached over to grab her shoes from the floor of the passenger side. "Here. Now go stand over there." "Don't you need a warrant to search my car?" Rachel demanded as she clumsily tried to get into her shoes while the police officer remained inside. He smiled menacingly at her. "You've been watching too much television. All I need is probable cause and believe me, you gave it to me. Go stand over there." Rachel turned away from him and inched forward. The vibrator gave a little more. She squeezed her vagina as tightly as she could around it. God, this was a nightmare. After only a minute or so he emerged from her car with the black bag. "Come here," he said. Rachel took tiny steps towards him. "Can't you walk like a normal person?" he demanded, his gaze sweeping up and down her body. "Not at the moment," she retorted angrily. "I really have to pee." He made a sarcastic snort. "I don't think that's your problem," he said. "I think this is." He withdrew the empty vibrator box from the bag and held it up in front of her. "I think this is your problem," he repeated. "I think you were masturbating and that's why you were doing a hundred and five miles per hour." Rachel gasped. "I couldn't have been doing a hundred and five. My car doesn't even run that well." Never mind about the masturbation. "Yes it does," he said shortly. "You were going a full forty-five miles over the speed limit, and that alone gives me cause to arrest you." "Look," Rachel began nervously. Tears were starting to brim her eyes. "But that isn't all," he went on, callously immune to female tears. "I saw how you made sure you closed that glove compartment before you got out. What are the chances I'll find something illegal in there if I look?" "You won't find my fingerprints on it," she said, a tear sliding down her cheek. "That won't matter," he answered coldly. "You've broken the law in a big way. I hope you have a good attorney." "This is all just a misunderstanding," Rachel murmured, feeling sick to her stomach. "I'm not a bad person. I haven't done anything wrong." "Really? Then where's the vibrator?" he demanded, shaking the black bag he still held in his hand. She closed her eyes, wishing she could disappear into the pavement. "And why are your underwear in the bag?" he went on, pulling out her damp panties. Rachel began to sob. "Okay, you're right," she managed. "Yes, I was masturbating." He sucked in a sharp breath—the first human response he'd shown thus far. "I'm sorry," she went on, her lips trembling as big tears streamed down her cheeks. "I just get so frustrated with my long commute. I bought this house out in the sticks with my boyfriend because it was where he wanted to be, and then five months ago he suddenly up and left me for some nineteen year old bimbo, and here I am stuck selling the house and having to commute three hours a day. I get all wound up and angry and the masturbating takes off the edge." "You shouldn't do it in the car when you're moving," he said prudently. "It's dangerous. You could kill yourself and someone else." "Yes, you're right," Rachel agreed, encouraged by his tone. She wiped her tears with the back of her trembling hands. "I've never done it in the car before. That's why I was driving so crazy." For one bright moment she held out hope that he was going to let her off with just a warning. He certainly appeared to be wavering as he stood there looking at her. Then the mobile radio attached to his shoulder crackled and a voice asked him to report. He turned his face away from Rachel as he spoke in a series of codes to dispatch. She tried to make out what he was saying, but a steady stream of eighteen wheelers on the highway drowned his words. When he turned back around, he set the bag on the ground, then pulled his hand cuffs out of his back pocket. "I'll let you keep them in the front so the ride to the station is more comfortable," he said as he held the cuffs out to her. Rachel gaped at him. "Are you serious?" she cried, fresh tears spilling out of her eyes. "Can't you just let me off with a ticket?" "I'm sorry, I can't. I called it in before I ever stopped you. They'll be expecting me to bring you in for processing." "What about my car?" "It'll be impounded. And searched." Rachel felt her knees buckle. "But this will go on my record. I'll lose my job." "I guess you should have thought of that before," he said coldly. Rachel couldn't believe this was happening to her. The feeling of cold metal on her wrists let her know it wasn't just some crazy dream. He took her arm and started walking her towards his squad car. He walked faster than her, taking longer strides, and her knees would no longer stay together. Her thighs opened, and the vibrator slipped out of her and fell noisily to the ground. He looked back at it. Whatever he thought of it, he kept his thoughts neutral as he continued leading her to the car. The back of the squad car felt strange. The seat was hard instead of cushiony. He dragged a seat belt around her and buckled her in, then reached up to take her sunglasses off of her before shutting the door in her face. She watched him through the steel grate separating the front seat from the back as he walked to her car to retrieve her personal effects. He brought with him the plastic bag as well. She felt sick to her stomach when he bent over to retrieve the vibrator from off the ground. He tossed the bag and its contents to the floor of the front passenger side and buckled himself in as he started the car. If he'd removed the bag of marijuana she didn't see it. Rachel closed her eyes and sobbed quietly. Her life was over. She was only thirty-two. How would she ever recover from this? The squad car started forward, reentering the freeway. She felt the bumps along the way. She hadn't even thought of asking him what township he belonged to. There were so many small towns out this way and they were all notorious for making their revenue off of fleecing drivers. She could just imagine what the county judge would do to her. The fines would be enormous. That was if—just if—she didn't get jail time as well. She looked absently at the back of the cop's head. His black hair was cut short with a razor down to the scalp. Probably the all-American Boy Scout type. Rachel sighed and shook her head at herself. How could she have gotten into this mess? Her eyes shifted to meet his in the rearview mirror. He had taken off his sunglasses—it was getting dark now—and she could see that his eyes were light blue in his tanned face. "Look, I know how you feel," he said suddenly. "I spend my whole day in a car. It's boring as shit. Getting yourself off is just an easy way to relieve the boredom. I know because I do it all the time." Rachel's heart pounded. "Why are you telling me this?" she asked. Surely he had to know that what he was saying was inappropriate. "I understand where you're coming from," he went on as though he hadn't heard her. "I split up with my wife two years ago. I don't even want to think about dating anyone else. But then I go in a convenience store and see all those magazines behind the counter, and it's like, fuck, I get so horny. I never let myself buy that shit when I'm in uniform, but as soon as I'm in plain clothes, I'm in there buying everything they got and jerking myself off behind the building." Rachel stared at him in the rearview mirror. He must think she was just some stupid slut who liked being talked to this way. "I keep a bunch of that shit under the seat here," he went on, pulling several porn magazines out and waving them in the air. "It gets real quiet on this stretch between noon and two, and I just sit back in the parking lot of an abandoned gas station off the highway and jerk myself off until there's nothing left." Man in Blue His eyes met hers in the rearview mirror. Rachel quickly looked away. He couldn't know what a perfectly boring woman she was in the bedroom. Her boyfriend—the only one she'd ever had—had told her so when he'd broke up with her. "What I really like," he continued, "are the photo spreads of hot babes and cops. I love all that bondage shit. Like there's this one of this chick handcuffed in the back of the squad car like you are now, with a line of cops just waiting to gangbang her. Damn, that one got my rocks off for days. And then there was another one of this horny looking bitch with the most excellent tits spread eagle on top of the squad car. God, I loved that one. Shit, just talking about it has got me so fucking horny I could jack off right now." He exited the highway into a rural area. Rachel tried to see through the deepening gloom. It didn't look like the kind of place where a police station would be located. Instead, there was an abandoned gas station on the service road, and he turned the squad car into the parking lot and stopped. Rachel couldn't speak. She'd lost all control of her faculties. She couldn't believe this was happening—or even understand what was happening. He moved quickly to open the back door and drag her out. Pulling away from him, she was immediately overtaken and he impatiently pushed her towards the front of the gas station. The door was hanging open a little. It looked as though the lock had been broken. Inside, fixtures and shelves lay in a litter on the floor. He nudged her through the mess to a space in the back. It was dark and he turned on his flashlight and set it on the floor, the beam striking the ceiling. A twin-sized mattress with a few blankets tossed on top lay jammed against one wall. "I came here to sleep after my wife tossed me out one night," he said, staring at Rachel as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. "It's a nice, convenient spot, less than a mile from the station. I can come over here, relax, jerk off all I want. Nobody knows. Every now and then I get lucky with some horny chick who likes a guy in uniform. Some of them want to keep on the handcuffs. They enjoy the whole nonconsensual thing." "I'm not one of them," Rachel said. Her voice sounded so strong and yet she felt as though she were going to faint from fear. His eyes slid up and down her body as he pulled his shirt tails out so he could continue unbuttoning. "No? I beg to differ. I think that you would love my cock up your pussy. You just have to pretend you don't want it to preserve your so-called self-respect." "You're scaring me," Rachel said, her eyes filling with tears. "I can't be turned on when I'm scared." He reached into his pants pocket to retrieve his keys. Watching her face, he unlocked the cuffs and let them slide from her wrists. "Better?" he asked. "Still scared?" "What if I walked out of here right now?" she asked, taking a step back. "Would you come after me? Would you hurt me?" His hands lifted to rest on her hips. "Would you want me to?" Rachel wiggled away from his hands. She should turn and run now. Really. She should go. He watched her, sensing the struggle within her soul. "Why don't you leave?" he asked, shrugging out of his shirt and letting it fall to the ground. "Go ahead. Go out the door. I'm not stopping you." "Will you still turn me in?" "I don't know. I wouldn't have a good reason for you getting away, so it wouldn't look good for me." "It's a long way back to my car. And it's dark." "Yeah?" "Will you drive me back?" "After? Sure." "No, now," Rachel said. He took a step closer to her. "I'm not taking you back to your car unless it's on my terms. You can be on your way, with no account of this happening." She looked him up and down, hating him. "You don't deserve to wear a badge. You're a bad cop." He smiled indifferently as his hand fell to his belt buckle. "No, I'm just a bored cop. Like you I'm stuck and I get my jollies anyway I can." "You can't compare coercing women into sex the same as masturbating. It isn't." He leaned into her. "Listen, sweetheart, that trucker fifteen miles back who saw you in the parking lot? He went on his CB and told everyone within range that a hot brunette in a black Nissan was fingering herself on the interstate. Geez, you should have seen yourself when I came up behind you, bouncing all over the place. Don't blame me for getting turned on by what I saw." "I regret what I did," she admitted. "But I just—" She stopped midsentence and looked at him. Really looked at him. She wasn't accustomed to the shaved head; it had put her off a bit. But now that she looked at his features, at his high forehead and arching black brows and strong, straight nose, she had to admit that he was gorgeous in a dark, dangerous kind of way. His blue eyes staring at her from out of a tanned face made her heart race. She thought of Steven and how unattractive and undesirable and unworthy he had made her feel that last time they'd talked. And now here was this muscle-bound Adonis standing in front of her, admitting he'd gotten turned on watching her from afar. For the first time her gaze fell to his crotch. She could make out the outline of his erection against his slacks. His eyes watched hers, and a slow smile spread over his lips. "Like what you see?" he asked, blatantly rubbing the outline with the palm of his hand. Rachel couldn't speak. She did like it. Even though he was a bad man who abused his position, something in the inherent danger of the situation really turned her on. He took a step closer, she took a step back. The wall was right behind her. She splayed her hands against the cold concrete surface, making herself as flat as possible as he leaned into her. He didn't try to kiss her. He simply pressed his body into the folds of her skirt. She dragged in a ragged breath. He was at least several inches taller than her and built like a rock. He smelled of spicy deodorant and piney aftershave. His breath teased the strands of her dark hair in front of her ear. He stood back to lift her sweater over her head. As her arms came back down, her hands settled on his shoulders. He looked down at her round breasts in a lacy underwire bra. Instead of taking it off, he pushed the fabric down so that her breasts popped out over it, looking fuller and sexier from the underwire. His hands encircled her breasts. "Damn," he murmured. "Those are just the fucking hottest tits I've ever seen in my life. And I love your nipples. Soft pointy nipples are the best. They feel so good in your mouth." He bent and sucked gently on the tips of her nipples. His lips were full; he might have been Italian or Greek, considering his coloring. His full lips held her nipple while his tongue and cheeks sucked lightly. Rachel closed her eyes. It felt so good. She couldn't remember anyone sucking her tits so expertly. He lifted his head and moved to the other one. Somehow the second one felt even better. When he lifted his head, she felt a pang of regret. She didn't want him to stop. "Will you lick mine?" he asked. Rachel's breath caught. Desire ignited deep within her. He was no longer the predator, getting his thrill out of scaring her and trapping her. He wanted to reverse the roles. He didn't know—couldn't know—how she'd fantasized about being the dominant one. Not that Steven would have gone along with it. But this wasn't Steven, she had to remind herself. This man was a totally different animal who worked by a different set of rules. She grasped his shoulders and swung him around, pushing him into the wall. He laughed a little. "Oh, tough guy," he teased as he dragged off his blue t-shirt. "Be gentle on me. It's my first time." "Yeah, right," Rachel murmured sarcastically. She looked at his nipples and lifted her hands to stroke the surface of them. They were flat, without any excess flesh to them, and very brown. She laid her tongue against the right one and licked it from the center of her tongue down. He moaned softly and smiled. "Yeah. That feels good. Don't stop." She continued saturating the right one with pleasure. This was really starting to turn her on. She'd never had sex with a stranger—with anyone but Steven—and couldn't have ever seen herself in this position. But now that she was, she simply didn't want to consider all the moral implications. She didn't even know his name. It was engraved on his brass name badge but she hadn't gotten all of it. Not that it mattered. After today they would never see each other again. Unless he stopped her for another traffic violation. "Do the other one," he said and she responded immediately to his request. She was starting to breath hard now. So was he. The little room was getting hot and perspiration ran down his neck onto his bare, hairless chest, making his nipples sweaty and salty. She liked the way his sweat tasted. "What were those things you had in that bag?" he asked. "Those pink things shaped like hearts?" "Nipple vibrators." He groaned. "Oh man, I want to put those on you. I want to watch you squirm for hours." "Do you have that long? Won't you get in trouble?" "I've been off since six," he said. Rachel gaped at him. "Six? That was a full fifteen minutes before you stopped me." "Yeah, I know. I heard the trucker on the radio and decided to check it out before I went home. I couldn't believe how fast you were going. I knew you had to be having some kind of wild-ass orgasm to be driving that fast." "Then you weren't on duty," she said. "Disappointed? I could still arrest you if your want me to. Lock you up in the jail naked? Torment you? Sound good?" "God, you're so kinky." "Hey, you're the one with the bag full of toys. Speaking of which, I'm going to go fetch them. You can run if you want, but I won't guarantee I'll come after you. The choice is yours." She watched him leave. His shirt lay on the floor and she picked it up to read his name on the brass badge. N. Makarios. It sounded Greek. Rachel looked at the door. She had to be crazy not to run. But she didn't. Instead she walked to the door and waited there, watching him in the moonlight as he unlocked his car and reached inside. He stood out, holding something in his hand—the vibrator. He turned it on and felt it move in his hand and seemed to laugh. She liked him. Not just a little. A lot. He was a bad boy. A very bad boy. But then, over the past few months, she'd given in to her own lusts more times than she cared to think about. She'd become bad in her own way. Maybe it was just the boredom or the frustration. Maybe it was just a turning point in her life. But whatever it was, she wanted to be bad with him. He came back through the front door and saw her standing there waiting for him. For a long moment he stopped, taking in her breasts jutting out over the underwire of her bra. She still wore her skirt and heels and her partial state of undress was stimulating. He leaned over and wordlessly licked and sucked both her nipples. She stood very still, clutching the door frame. But he could feel her heart pounding under his lips. He stood back up and looked at her for a long moment, and bent in to kiss her. Rachel wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body into his. He dropped the bag and slid his arms around her, holding her to him greedily. His mouth moved over hers, his tongue sliding over and over her lips and teeth, taunting her little tongue to play. He loved the feel of her. She tasted a little like the sweetened coffee she'd been drinking. He broke the kiss and put her away from him in order to open the bag and withdraw the package of nipple vibrators. He hadn't used toys before and the newness of it had him feeling like he was going to lose it any minute. "What other kind of stuff do you have?" he asked while he fiddled with the difficult packaging. Her answer blew his mind. "Everything." His big blue eyes stared at her. "Really? Like what?" "Dildos, vibrators, nipple clamps...whatever I can use on my own." "You didn't play with your boyfriend?" "I didn't need any help when I had my boyfriend. Now I do." He finally got the suction cups out of the packaging and turned them on. A big smile lit up his face. "Damn, that's hot. See if you can put them on." He held one while she fiddled with the other. The suction on the cup adhered to her nipple and she made a gasp as a shockwave swept down to her groin. "Oh!" she cried, overwhelmed by intensely arousing sensations. "God, that feels so good. Damn. It's so strong." He held the other one out to her. She shook her head. "No," Rachel managed. "You put it on. I can't take two of them." His eyes were wide with excitement as he worked to attach the suction cup to his flat nipple. It took several tries, but when at last it adhered, he jerked upright like a man being electrified. "Oh!" he gasped, his arms flexed straight out from his sides. "Oh fuck. Fucking shit. Shit. Shit." His hips trust forward, his erection straining mercilessly at his zipper. Rachel stepped forward to unzip his slacks and push them down. He wore boxer briefs that gave his cock more space to expand. Laying her head on his chest, she rubbed his cock through the soft fabric. He lifted his hand to her hair, running his fingers in deep along her scalp, holding her close to him. She felt his full lips on her forehead and lifted her face. His mouth enveloped hers, his kiss taking her deeply and passionately. His breathing was wildly erratic and she was sure he would come at any moment. She continued stroking his cock through his briefs as he kissed her, sensing that he wanted to make this last and that skin-to-skin contact would take him over the top. As something wet leaked through his briefs, it was Rachel who couldn't take it anymore. Turning her hand around, she laid it flat just above the elastic band of his briefs and pushed it downward. As the skin of her palm encircled his meaty cock, he released a long, agonized moan around her tongue. The top of the head was already wet with precum. He broke the kiss and looked down at her hand in his briefs, his nostrils flaring and his lips trembling at the edges. "I'm gonna fucking come," he said between clinched teeth. Rachel stopped. "What do you want me to do?" "Suck it." She fell to her knees and started to open her mouth, then stopped herself. Her eyes fell to the black bag. A deliciously wicked thought streaked through her mind and she reached for the slender anal dildo still in its packaging. As she pulled away the packaging he stood back to watch her. She spritzed the surface with the toy cleaner and wiped away the excess with a napkin. Then she opened the tube of lubricant and squeezed a prodigious amount onto the surface of the dildo, using her left hand to spread it evenly. "You might want to step out of your pants," she said as she finished the task. With a degree of uncertainty he followed her recommendation and started by taking off his shoes. His socks followed and then his slacks and finally his briefs. As he stood in front of her, every muscle in his dark body bulging, she wondered if he would ever guess that he was only the second man she had seen naked. "Turn around for a minute," she directed him. He frowned a little but obliged her, partly out of curiosity. He was facing the wall now, and as she stood up behind him, he put out his hands to balance himself, understanding at last what she had in mind. "Spread your legs apart," she told him firmly, feeling a bit of the dominatrix rising in her. "Now bend your knees and push out your butt." He did as she said, watching over his shoulder as she bent over to look at his ass. He was surprisingly hair-free except for the black mat running from his pubes back to his anus. She raised her well-lubed left hand to his anus and stroked it lightly with her middle finger. Immediately he let out a deep groan of longing. "You've put something in here before," she said, observing how his anus was ever so slightly relaxed. "Yes," he admitted. "What was it?" "I'm ashamed to say." "Tell me," Rachel said, still stroking him. He sighed. "The handle of my hairbrush." She raised the lubed dildo to his hole and rubbed it teasingly against him. "Well, this should feel considerably better than your hairbrush handle. After it's in, turn around and I'll give you a blowjob." He sucked in a sharp breath, but whether it was excitement over being anal-fucked or getting a blowjob along with it, Rachel wasn't sure. She only knew that she was intensely turned on and wanted his cock in her mouth. The dildo slid effortlessly past his puckered hole and into his passage. He immediately rocked back against it, wanting to take all if it in. Rachel was impatient as well. She fell to her knees again and waited while he turned around. With one arm through his thighs to hold the dildo in place, she used her other hand to grasp his cock at the base and guide it into her salivating mouth. Her lips closed over his long shaft and her tongue moved in swirls around the head, taking the salty precum into her. He pumped his hips toward her mouth while at the same time strained his ass against the dildo. His left hand moved to the back of her head to push her against him while his right circled behind him and held her hand as it clutched the dildo. He had a better sense of the rhythm he wanted than she, and she was concentrating all her effort of giving him the best blowjob he'd ever gotten. His mind was a blank slate of white-hot fire. Her mouth felt like a hot, wet glove around his flesh, and her tongue like a broad silken finger as it slid over and over the most sensitive spots on his dick. At the same time, the dildo was stroking his prostate just the way he wanted it, in the most perfect rhythm. As if that wasn't enough, his tit was being stimulated over and over again by the sucking device. It was becoming a little irritated now, but in a strange way that hinted of bondage. The only thing that could make this more perfect for him, he realized, was if she'd handcuffed him. "Put the cuffs on me," he said quickly, and Rachel immediately moved to grab them. "Take your skirt off," he said impatiently as she locked the handcuffs behind his back. "I want to see you butt naked. Take off your bra, too. Goddamnit, bitch, I want to fuck you right now." Rachel stood back from him and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall around her heels. She then slowly eased out of her bra, rubbing under her tender breasts where the underwire had cut into her. His gaze fell to her trimmed bush, glistening with her juices. She knew he wanted to fuck her like crazy, but she also knew he wanted to come in her mouth. Still in her heels, she squatted down in front of him and reached her arm through his legs. The dildo had slid out a bit and she quickly picked up the rhythm he had established earlier. Then she took his cock back into her mouth. His hips rocked wildly against her. Unable to use his hands to control her, he had to give in to the sensations she forced on him. He could do nothing but stand there and wait as the orgasm rose to a crescendo. It seemed to him that she knew when he was about to peak; she would suddenly let go of his dick to rest her jaw. He began to suspect she was deliberately torturing him. At the same time, his prostate was sending spasms of pleasure up his core. In all honesty, he didn't want to come. But the dildo alone was more than he could stand. And when she took his dick into her mouth like she was right now.... "Oh fuck," he cried, jerking back his head to glance at the ceiling. He looked back down at her, at her silky dark hair falling around his engorged dick and her gorgeous tits. He watched her cheeks hollow out as she sucked greedily on him. "Baby, suck it," he said raggedly. "Suck it, baby. Oh fuck, I'm gonna come. Shit, it feels so good..." Man in Blue His hands cuffed behind his back balled into fists as the semen whirled up within him and shot out his dick, into that hot place in the back of her mouth. He felt her jerk and gag a little, but he was powerless to control any part of his body as the jets of cum continued shooting out of him. For a moment the warmth disappeared and he was exposed as she swallowed his cum, but the next instant her mouth was around him again, taking in the last bits of his semen. She pulled the dildo out of his ass and, with a final motion of regret, let his spent shaft fall from her lips. He watched as she moved a little away from him. He hadn't realized until just now, as her body heat left him, how cold the room was. She bent to retrieve the key from his pants pocket and walked around behind him to uncuff his hands. As she slipped the cuffs off of him, he immediately grabbed her and pulled her against him, kissing her mouth with a violent passion. Rachel moaned against his fervent kiss. Oh yes, she wanted him. She wanted him in the worst way possible. Her cunt was so hot for him. She desperately wanted him to fill her up with his cock but at the same time she didn't expect miracles. He'd just had a mind-blowing orgasm; damn, it had blown her mind and she wasn't even at the receiving end of it. No, she could wait. She would wait as long as he needed. And then she would take him inside of her and fuck him and fuck him and fuck him.... He broke the kiss only long enough to pull the nipple stimulator off his tit. "I gotta lie down," he said, pulling her with him over to the mattress. Rachel took off her nipple stimulator as well, then nestled down beside him. She carelessly kicked off her shoes and closed her eyes. The real world seemed very far away. "I don't even know your name," she said after a long moment. "Nick," he said simply. "I'm Rachel," she offered, feeling a bit slutty about the whole thing. "Yes, I know. Rachel Stafford of 5223 Terra Cotta Way, Pattison, Texas. I could say your phone number, too, but I figure it would be redundant. You get the general idea." "How do you know my phone number? It's not on my license." "It's on your insurance card." "Oh. You must have a photographic memory." "Pretty much." She opened her eyes to look at his hairless chest. "I saw your name badge. Marakios. Is that Greek?" "Technically it's Cypriot. As in, from Cyprus. Cyprus is an island in the—" "Mediterranean," she finished, sitting up on her elbow to look down at him. "Yes, I know. I went to college. I even have a degree. In fact, I have two degrees. You must think I'm a stupid slut." He looked squarely at her. "Why would I think that?" "Because of this," she answered, gesturing around them. "Do you think I'm a stupid slut?" he asked evenly. "You're a man, so it's different." "How is it different?" She gazed back at him, wondering why he was trying to make her feel better about it. Nick sat upon his own elbow to face her. "Look, Rachel, what I told you about this place is true. I started sleeping here when my ex and I first broke up because I didn't have the money to stay in a hotel, and I sure didn't want to ask any of the guys on the force to put me up. Later on, after I got my own place, I still came out here on my breaks just to relax and, yeah, to jack off. But I never brought any women out here. Believe me, the ones who do come on to me are usually pretty scary." "So you're telling me I'm the only woman you've ever brought here?" "Yeah. And before you ask me what makes you so special, just remember that you're the one who had the vibrator up your cunt. That was a totally new experience for me." Something in his eyes flashed. Rachel felt her pulses quicken. His hand reached out to stroke her upper arm. "It was a truly unique experience," he reiterated. "Part of me wanted to let you go on your merry way with just a warning. But another part of me wanted to teach you a lesson. When dispatch radioed for my status I told them I was giving you a good tongue licking, meaning I was lecturing you about the dangers of reckless driving. Well, being the perverts they are, dispatch started all this crap with me about giving you good tongue licking. When I put those cuffs on you, I really just planned to take you into the station. I needed to get rid of you before I did something stupid, no matter how much trouble you got in with the law. But damn, when that dildo fell out of you and onto the ground, shit, I just lost it. That was it. I buckled you in and took off your sunglasses and thought, 'I want to fuck that woman.' And that was it. I was doomed." On that last word, he leaned in to kiss her again. The force of his mouth pushed her downwards into the mattress. He moved over her, overwhelming her with his sheer size. His hands pushed her arms up over her head. One of his hands remained there, restraining her wrists, while his other moved ever so slowly down the length of her torso, over her left nipple, her ribs, across her navel, her belly, down to the tufts of pubic hair, to the glistening folds of her sex. The middle finger of his hand slid up and down the slit from her clitoris to her vagina, while his index and ring fingers teased her labia, making her strain upwards against him. His mouth moved off of hers to trail leisurely downward over her chin and neck, across her décolleté, to her nipples, which he caressed one at a time, over and over again, paying special attention to the one that had been mechanically stimulated and was now ultra-sensitive. His sucking roused in her a fever of desire that only fueled the fervor already burning between her legs. He grazed the nub of her clit with his thumb, listening to her moans and gasps with a sense of satisfaction. He remembered how she had dragged it out for him. Indeed, he remembered a great many details of what she had done to him. Rolling away from her, he grasped the handcuffs and had them secured around her wrists before she even knew what had happened. Rachel opened her mouth to protest but decided against it. If she protested even a little, he might take them off...and she didn't want that. With his back to her she couldn't see what he was doing. She heard the sound of the toy cleaner being spritzed, and then the rustle of the bag as he took out something else, and then more spritzing, and more rustling, and then more spritzing. She got the goofy idea in her head that he was cleaning his shoes and started laughing. Without turning around he said, "Go ahead and laugh. In a minute you'll be yelling my name." "What are you doing over there?" she asked impatiently. "Making sure my equipment is clean and well-lubricated." With that he turned around to face her. He held two instruments in his hands, the vibrator and the dildo. She hadn't expected this. "I've never—" she began, but he was already flipping her over onto her side. "Yeah, I know," he countered. "Neither had I. Just relax. I had a good teacher." His heavily lubed middle finger jabbed into her virgin anus. He pushed again, and this time it gave way and opened to him. He strained a bit harder and kept going until his finger was totally buried in her ass. Looking down at her profile he knew from her clenched jaw and deep frown that she was in pain. He also knew how quickly that pain would give way to pleasure. He held the dildo in the other hand, ready to slide it in the moment he removed his finger. The dildo had a small diameter, no more than two of his fingers pressed together, but the difference between one and two was significant. As he eased his finger out of her, he nudged the dildo forward. The moment his finger left her hole, he pressed the dildo inward. She gasped at the girth and moaned in protest. But he pressed deeper into her, and deeper still, watching as inch by inch the slender rod disappeared into her ass. He was getting amazingly turned on watching this, and couldn't help but speculate how it would feel if it were his own dick pushing into her ass, feeling that tight tunnel close in around him. Slowly he eased the dildo outward but not far enough for it to slide out completely. He added more lube and smeared it around, then pressed it back into her. She moaned again...but not in protest. The frown between her eyes relaxed and she looked up at him and smiled. He bent over and kissed her. In and out went the dildo. Her eyes took on a dreamy glaze. She felt incredibly self-centered and wanton. Her hips tilted backwards against his hand, driving the dildo as deep as it would go. All that mattered in the world was right here. "I want to use the vibrator on you," he said, and shifted around to the front of her. Grasping the vibrator in his right hand, he guided it into her dripping vagina and lined up the little rabbit ears around her clit. Then he turned it on. Rachel immediately cried out and bucked wildly against the device. He watched, mesmerized, as her body spasmed and jerked against the vibrations. Her intensity drove him to pump the dildo harder and faster into her ass. The combined sensations so new to her pushed her towards the fiercest orgasm of her life. "Nick!" she cried. "Oh God, I'm gonna come! Nick, stop! I'm gonna come! I want you to fuck me, Nick! Nick!" She jerked and rocked, one moment against the dildo, the next against the vibrator. She didn't want to come. She wanted to feel him inside of her, his big meaty cock plowing into her, making her come. Through the narrow slits of her eyes she looked at him, and saw for the first time the sheer delight that possessed him as he watched her body build like a volcano towards eruption. He was relishing what he was doing to her. "Nick! Nick!" she gasped. He smiled wickedly at her. "I told you you'd be yelling my name." "Nick!" Her back arched first against the dildo, then against the rabbit ears. But it was her vagina that was exploding around the little vibrator. Her blood-saturated nerve bundles spasmed, setting off a domino effect as her entire cunt and then her uterus and then her belly were filled to bursting with white hot ecstasy. She opened her mouth to say his name one more time, but no sound could escape her. Trembling violently, she orgasmed, and orgasmed again, and orgasmed again, as fluid flowed out of her and onto the blanket beneath her. When she finally stopped moving, he took out the vibrator and turned it off, then the dildo. He pressed her onto her back, slid her legs up around his shoulders, and guided his throbbing cock into her wet pussy. She was wide open from the vibrator, and yet her tunnel was tight like a fist squeezing around his cock. As he pushed into her, he realized her vagina was still contracting from her orgasms. The sensation was amazing. He looked down at her flushed face, now devoid of makeup. He hardly knew her and yet he felt as though he'd been with her forever. Her eyes were closed and her black lashes made little crescent moons on her cheeks. Her lips were parted and dry like his own. God, yes, he was so thirsty. He desperately wanted something to drink. The thought of it brought saliva to his mouth and he leaned down and kissed her lips, giving her the moisture she needed. This simple act revived her. Her eyes opened ever so slightly to peer up at him. She brought her handcuffed wrists down over his head to rest against the back of his neck. Her hips lifted to meet his. He stared down at her, wanting something from her but not sure what it was. God, he had been so happy when he was married. Always having that pussy there beside him in bed, at his reach. And then he'd lost it to something or someone...he'd never really understood why she'd divorced him. And then it was gone. And the couple of fucks he'd had since then had been dismal and desperate, with women he never wanted to see again. But Rachel was different. Oh yeah, he could fuck her forever. She was six years older than him, but he could definitely fuck her even when she was old and gray. He could so get her pregnant right now and love watching her get fat. Shit, he wasn't even wearing a condom and hadn't thought of it until now. She hadn't thought of it either. Did that mean she was on the pill? Fuck, he didn't want to stop fucking her, he wanted it to go on forever, but the cum was starting to rise—he could feel it-- "Nick," she whispered. "Nick, it feels so good. Oh baby, you're stroking right against my g-spot. I'm gonna come again." He loved hearing those words. He knew he had to hold off another minute. He thought about his grandmother for a moment, and just the image in his mind was enough to buy him a little more time. He tried not to think about the other things, like the way Rachel was mewing in the back of her throat like a little kitten...like a little pussy. But it was so hard to ignore her panting and the way her tits were jiggling up and down as he rode her. Or as she rode him, depending on how you looked at it. And the cold press of the handcuffs on the back of his neck. He loved how she trusted him, even when she shouldn't have. And how her ass was lifting all the way off the mattress to keep his dick buried in her as deeply as it would go. God, she was so enthusiastic. "It's coming," she cried, her eyes two thin slits as she gazed up at him. "Nick...Nick...oh...Nick...." Her cunt spasmed around him, sending undulations over his cock. He released, and yelled as the semen burst out of him into her channel. He looked deep into her eyes...into her soul...as he pumped into her, once, twice, three times, amazed at the load he was releasing after so short a time. He continued staring down at her, unable to drag his eyes from her face. He told himself it was because she was amazingly hot, and that he loved the way she looked as she came down from her orgasm, but he knew there was something else stirring within him. He wouldn't say it but he could think it. She was his soulmate. He reluctantly allowed his spent penis to slide out of her. He rolled away from her onto his back and closed his eyes. The sensation of her body nuzzling down against his brought him some comfort. But what he really wanted was to take her home with him. It was too soon to extend the offer, he knew, but it was what he wanted. Something jingled. He looked at his wristwatch and pushed a button. "What was that?" Rachel asked. "I have a dog with epilepsy," Nick answered. "Every night I have to give him medicine about this time." Rachel started up. "Then I need to let you go." He smiled at her. "Seems I'm the one who needs to let you go," he remarked, jiggling the handcuffs on her wrists. Rather reluctantly he uncuffed her and stood up to dress. Rachel followed suit. It seemed wrong to dress and leave after the best sex in her life. She frowned, wondering why she couldn't have met him in a normal way, like at a bar. Why did she have to be such a slut? That stupid vibrator sliding out from her legs and onto the ground...he would never forget something like that. He probably hated her and she wouldn't blame him. As they walked back to the squad car, Rachel carrying her bag, she tried to think of some way of suggesting they hook up again. But if he rejected her, she would be devastated. No, better to let him initiate the next contact. When they arrived back at her car, he put on his flashing lights and walked her to the door. She slid in and put on her seat belt. Nick leaned in and kissed her with just his lips, but in a lingering way that made her pulses race. When he stood back she looked into his eyes, wishing he would say something. He smiled softly and closed her door. Rachel started the car and pulled onto the highway. Tears brimmed in her eyes. She couldn't believe he'd let her go without so much as a thank you. The next day she dragged through work, feeling as though she would burst out crying. No one said anything; they'd all lived through her breakup with Steven and thought it must be more of the same. Driving home was more excruciating than ever. She dreaded passing by that abandoned gas station. In fact, a part of her had difficulty believing it had ever happened. And yet she knew it had. It almost felt as though Nick was still in her. As she crossed the county line, she glanced down at her speedometer. Okay, she needed to watch it this time. Her eyes stared forward at the open road. She was being very good in the center lane. Suddenly a brief, piercing noise behind her made her gasp. She looked into her rearview mirror, seeing flashing lights. Putting on her blinker, she eased over onto the shoulder and stopped her car. She thought she recognized the white squad car, but she couldn't be absolutely sure. A handsome officer in sunglasses stepped up to her window. "Ma'am, do you know why I pulled you over?" Nick Marakios asked in a sternly official tone, whipping off his sunglasses before bending over to look in at her. Rachel stifled a giggle. "No sir. No idea." He put an arm on the window and leaned in. "Because you are one hot looking babe and I just want to get you alone somewhere." Rachel bit her lip in thought. "Well," she said in a husky tone, "there is this place I know about. It's just a mattress in a back room of an abandoned gas station...." He pulled a face. "Yeah, I know that place. But actually I had somewhere else in mind." "Where?" Rachel inquired. He smiled. "It's kind of a secret. Why don't you follow me? I'll be happy to lead you there." Without waiting for her reply, Nick kissed her deeply and passionately. Then he moved away to return to his car. The flashing lights went off and he pulled around her. Rachel followed at a safe distance. She had no way of knowing where he was taking her. She wasn't even sure if she should really trust him. But one thing she did know for certain: her man in blue knew how to satisfy her. And for now, that was enough.