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The Cop, by Groucho Marx (m/f)
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
The Cop by Groucho Marx
It's almost midnight, as your car speeds down the winding road between the
tall pines and huge mountains. You feel exhausted as you loosen the buttons
on your blouse, anxious to get home. You feel like you want to relax, and
the best way to relax would be a nice hot bath, or maybe a slow romantic
lovemaking session. "Too bad..." you think... that your lover isn't
here...you'll have to opt for the bath. Your mind is anywhere but your
speedometer as you look in your rear view mirror and see the red and blue
strobe lights.. "DAMN it! as you look down and realize that you are over 70
mph. You pull over and glance in your rear view mirror as the officer
approaches your car. "Maybe I'll smile a little, and he'll feel sorry for me"
you think to yourself. You turn your head over your shoulder, but with the
bright lights behind you, it's hard to see his face. He's a large
man...that's obvious. From where he's standing, his crotch is right at face
level, and you glace at the uniform pants, and then realizing that you are
looking out of habit, you look back up again, but still can't see his face.
"I need to see your driver's license and insurance please ma'am" He's all
business. 'well, there goes the flirting tactic.' The officer clicks on his
flashlight and scans the inside of your car as you reach across to the glove
compartment. the flashlight beam returns to you as you explain that you lost
track of things and didn't pay attention to the speed. You realize that you
left the buttons on your blouse unbuttoned, and glance down to check how much
is exposed. "oops, ...guess my blouse came unbuttoned" you mumble as you
realize that your new lace bra is exposed, and your cleavage is exposed
clearly. "I'll be back in a moment with the citation"...he says as he turns.
'shit' you think again... but just as he turns, you catch a glimpse of
something. Was that bulge there a second ago? You smile to yourself, glad
that you may be getting a ticket, but you can still turn 'em on. You flip on
the radio, and wonder what he looks like. Still can't tell from the lights.
For a moment, your mind wanders and you have an image of yourself in bed with
him. your nipples begin to get hard, and become clearly visable through the
sheer fabric of your bra and blouse. When he walks back to the car, you
notice that he doesn't have a ticket book, and you sigh a little relief that
you must have turned him on enough to get out of the ticket.
"I'm sorry to tell you this Ma'am, but according to the computer, you have an
unpaid ticket. We have a warrant for your arrest. I'm afraid you're going to
have to come with me."
"but my lawyer said he took care of that! I promise... It was all taken care
of! Please, just call my lawyer and he'll explain it!"
"I'm sorry, but you'll have to post a bond, and then you can clear all that up
when you go before the judge. You'll need to step out of the car."
As you step out, you feel yourself shaking all over. "Shit, that M*****F***er
didn't take care of the ticket." as you get out of the car, you get a good
look at the patrolman. He doesn't look as mean as his voice sounds. Light
brown hair, mustache, and those piercing blue eyes. Again, you glance down,
and notice that the bulge is still there. 'Too bad...' you think, 'if he
wasn't such a hard ass, I might have fucked him'. You walk back to the patrol
car, and you hear the snap on his gunbelt, and you hear the jingling of the
handcuffs in his hands. "Oh no... no handcuffs!"
"Department regulations. I have to put them on you...but don't worry, I'll
put them on real loose, and in the front."
You give him your best pout look, glancing up and down his body, still
thinking 'too bad.... he might have been fun.' You feel strangely vulnerable
as you hold your hands out to be cuffed. It's not like you to be or feel
submissive...but that's how you feel, as you feel the cold steel wrap around
your wrists, and hear the clicks of the ratchet lock into place.
For a moment, you look at the officer, and realize that now, his eyes are
moving up and down your body. You begin to realize how you look. blouse
unbuttoned below your bra, and your skirt all wrinkled, and slit up high on
your thigh, showing off your fabulous legs. The officer keeps moving his eyes
up and down your body, each time pausing on your breasts. You've always been
proud of being 'well-endowed'. It was always a good way to turn the heads
when you walked into a room.
At the same time you feel angry, embarassed, and just a little turned on.
Here this asshole of a cop, won't give you a break on a ticket, or a little
warrant, has the gall to handcuff you...and is standing there checking you
out, and has the goddamned nerve to have a hard on while he's doing it!!
He opens the door for you, and you step inside. During the short trip, you
check out all the lights inside the cockpit, the radar, the radios, the
emergency light system, the siren controls. Then you notice his scent in the
car. The cologne he's wearing...one of your favorites. You continue to feel
pissed at yourself for feeling so....horny. you can practically feel your
panties becoming soaked. "damn him" you think to yourself.
You arrive at the old courthouse in some little town that looks like
Hooterville. A diner and a barber shop are the only other buildings in the
downtown area. The courthouse is deserted. the sign above the county name
says 1898. It looks it too. Probably haunted.
He takes you into a small office that looks like a booking room. Turns on the
lights. You notice his arms. He doesn't look it from a glance, but you feel
the muscles on his biceps and forearms as he moves against you to remove the
handcuffs. As he removes the cuffs, you "accidentally brush up against his
uniform pants... Yep...still hard as a rock. He looks at you as if he knew
that it wasn't an accidental touch.
"I'll have to check you for weapons."
"Another department policy?" as you raise one eyebrow.
"yes ma'am. This won't take but a second."
He bends over, and begins patting his hands at your ankles, and very slowly
working up. Funny, in the movies, they do it all in under a second... He
goes very slowly, carefully moving his fingers all around your ankles and
calves before slowly inching up. the courthouse is so quiet, you let out a
little "ahh..." and hear it echo through the empty building. He looks up at
you one last time, as if that was the signal that he was waiting for and then
resumes his "search". His hands slowly creep up to your thighs, and slowly
circle your muscular thighs. His hand very slowly circles around your ass
cheeks to the hot and steamy area between. You let out another sigh and just
before he touches anything sensitive, he moves his hands upwards to your
waist.
'what the fuck was that?' you almost say outloud. 'he gets all the way up to
my hot little cunt, and then skips it?' Again you sigh as his hands cause a
million shivers as it moves up your back and across your stomach. "Oh, yes!"
you moan,...wanting him to hold your sensitive breasts. Your nipples have
been dying for some well deserved attention. 'that's it,.he's a boob man. He
wants to play with my tits before he gives my cunt any attention'. You feel
his hands circle underneath each breast, and then around under the armpit to
the shoulder area. Then he moves his hands around your neck, and through your
hair.
"What is the deal? Are you going to get a feel, or what?"
"I CALL THE SHOTS HERE." he growls... "You need to just stand there and keep
your mouth shut, or I'll lock you up in THE HOLE."
'oh, shit...' you think 'now I've pissed him off. What if he's some psycho
case? naw... too cute'.
He paces and circles around you, looking at you. Those steel blue eyes
looking right through you. You feel his eyes on your ass, on your legs, and
on your breasts. Frightened and scared now..but your nipples are still hard
as a rock and pointing straight ahead. You feel your juices running down your
thigh from your soaked panties.
You hear the rattle of the large jail keys as he grabs them from the wall.
"Come with me" He says in a low commanding voice. You begin to open your
mouth to protest one more time, but before you can, he reaches toward you
and grabs your shoulder and begins walking with you down a hallway. He's
clearly going to walk with you or drag you. You choose to walk. The echoes
sound eerie as you walk down the jail hall. He stops at a cell and opens
the door and motions you inside.
As you walk past him through the steel door, in a last ditch effort to see
if he's really human, you reach downward and grab him by the bulge in his
uniform. You look him square in the eye and whisper "Let's talk about
this..." You look for some sort of reaction. There is none. His face is
cut from stone. But then, so is that bulge. You slowly sink downward to
your knees as you place your hand on his gun forbalance. The smell of the
leather is strong as you carefully pull the zipper down.
You reach inside his uniform pants and his cock springs outward and stands
before you at attention. The leather from his belt creaks as he arches his
back thrusting his cock toward you. He's thick. Not as long as some, but
he's definitely the thickest cock you've had. You open your lips and plant
a small kiss on the underside of his dick. Your tongue carefully moves
upward and then slowly circles the head. Your hand wraps around his length
pulling his foreskin back, and pulling it downward to give you a better
angle to suck him with. You taste a few drops of pre-cum. It's warm and
slightly salty. You lick your lips in anticipation of more!
Your hand moves downward and pulls his balls gingerly out of his pants. You
slowly milk his balls. You smile to yourself as you hear him groan a little.
You may not be an expert at much...but you have never had any problem in
making a man cum in your mouth. You move in for the kill, by sinking your
mouth deep on his cock, taking all of him, moving your tongue and lips around
the base of his shaft. You feel his balls begin to contract, and he gets even
thicker. Suddenly he pulls away from you, his cock still throbbing, about
to cum.
He reaches behind his belt and again produces the handcuffs. This time
you want the restraints. You hold out your hands for him to take. He snaps
one of the cuffs on your right wrist and pulls you to your feet. He
carefully pulls the cuffs through the bars above your head, and expertly
snaps it around your other hand. You're dangling, hands high above your
head, breasts heaving against your blouse from breathing hard.
You hear the harsh CLICK of his lock blade as the blade snaps into place.
He carefully flicks his wrist as the buttons from your blouse fall to the
floor. You feel the cold steel press against your abdomen as the blade
moves under your bra and slices through it with no resistance. The air hits
your nipples and feels good. Then you feel his hot breath on your left
breast as you close your eyes in ecstasy. You feel his cold badge against
your right breast as he holds you close and pulls your lips to his. He
kisses you hard, just the way you like it. His hand holds your hair as his
tongue explores yours. You feel his other hand pull your skirt high, and he
grabs your thin panties and rips them off. Without thinking you raise one
leg around his waist, resting your heel on his muscular ass. He moves
toward you and you feel his cock moving across your closely trimmed pubic
hair. You gasp as you feel his hardness pressing against your groin.
You want to wrap your arms around him, but you feel the hard steel of the
handcuffs preventing your hands from moving. His left hand moves around
your ass as he lifts you gently. As your body moves slowly down, you
feel the head of his cock at the wet opening of your vaginal lips. You sink
slowly onto him as your inner muscles adjust for his thickness. He begins
to thrust into you, building in rhythm. The sensations caused by his gunbelt
pressing against your body, the cold feel of his badge and pens are making
every nerve on your body feel sensitive. Your juices flow down the length
of his cock and drip onto his uniform pants.
"Fuck me,....yes, oh please officer... fuck me... fuck me hard! Please
fuck me" You moaned as you felt an orgasm building up deep within you.
He responds by moving against you harder and faster. Each thrust moves
you harder against the steel bars of the cage. You move your other leg
around his hips, wrapping them tightly around him as he pounds away at
you. You tighten the muscles around his cock, squeezing him each time
he enters you. You feel him getting harder and bigger with each stroke.
He begins to fuck you faster as your orgasm begins. It sweeps over you
like a wave of warmth, exploding in your head as you feel his cock begin
to explode inside you, spraying your cervix with hot cum. He grabs
your hair and you kiss him hard as you share an explosive orgasm.
Your heart pounding, you slowly put your legs back on the floor as he
withdraws from inside you. Your wrists ache from the handcuffs, and
he unlocks the cuffs. His uniform is soaked with sweat, and you smile
as you look down at his cock hanging out of his uniform, with your juices
still dripping from it. He puts himself back together and smiles for the
first time as he looks at you. "I'll take care of that warrant for you.
You're free to go..."
You gather your things, and walk out of the police station. As you get in
your car, you realize that cum is still dripping down your thigh. You look
back at the old building, and think 'God, what a night to get a fucking
ticket.' You get into the car, and speed off into the night.
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