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COP SEX - By Sam Rad
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COP SEX - By Sam Rad
<C> 1988 Sam Rad
It's one of those warm nights in early summer when you're driving down the
highway and it's just you, the road and the night. Windows down, the air
is rich and thick.
I'm cruising down Route 3 and there are few other cars on the road. I'm
doing well over the speed limit. I mean does anybody really drive 55
normally, much less when they're practically the only one on the road?
Who cares?
Apparently someone cares. And apparently someone is concerned about my
driving speed, even if I'm not. "Fucking A," I say out loud when I see
the bubble lights flashing in my rear view mirror. "Goddamn, goddamn,
goddamn." You know, I really don't need this tonight. Here I am minding
my own business and some asshole cop with nothing better to do decides he
needs to make his quota for the night or something. I didn't even see
this dip-shit; where the hell was he pulled over? "Damnit, damnit,
damnit!"
So I pull over like a good do-bee, or rather like someone who knows
better. What do they say; when it looks inevitable just lay back and
enjoy it? Well, I wasn't expecting to enjoy this, but at this point it
was certainly inevitable.
He gets out of his car. Flashlight swinging along the roadside as he
approaches my car. I'm fishing in the glove compartment for my
registration when he gets to the window and the flashlight goes right to
my hand in the glove box. Never can be too sure, I think to myself. If I
were a cop I'd certainly be concerned about people pulling guns out of
their glove boxes.
"Do you know how fast you were going?" he says with all the originality in
the world.
I'm usually quick with the come-backs, and I want to say, "Not fast
enough, apparently," but--good-old me--I think better of it. "I guess I
wasn't really paying attention," I say with all the tact in the world.
His light has searched the front seat and the back seat and now is
concentrating on my face. "Eighty-four," he says.
Big fucking deal, I think. "That much?" I say.
"Your license and registration, please." I'm already handing it to him.
He points his flashlight at it momentarily, then he points it back at me.
Yeah, that's me in the picture, all right. He looks at my license again
and studies it then points the light back at me. I'm pretty well lighted
by it, but he's seen my face and now he doesn't seem to be concentrating
on that. The light is going up and down my body. Nah..., I think. He
goes back to looking at my papers.
With the light off me for the moment, I can see him better, so I'm
checking him out. Now this is a cop! I don't mind telling you that I
have a certain weakness for uniforms. I also have a weakness for hot men
and I happen to be staring at one now. He's at least 6' 3",
broad-shouldered and definitely well-assembled. The Smokey-the-Bear hat
on the square-jawed face with the dark moustache is almost too classic.
He's even got the wide belt with the over-the-shoulder strap, high boots
and jodhpurs (you know; those riding pants that are wide on the sides over
the thigh, but trim in the ass and tight below the knee). He's also got
what seems to be a nicely full basket which is staring me in the face
through the car window.
Well, I don't know how long my gaze was dumbly fixed on his basket, and I
don't know how long he's been watching me like that. But he finally gives
a little, "Ahem," and I look up to see him watching me watching him.
Everything is suspended for a moment. My eyes don't want to look at his
face and I don't want to get locked back onto his basket, so I just kind
of nervously scan his torso, blink a few times and turned around to look
at the steering wheel. What the fuck am I doing? Cruising a cop who's
giving me a ticket? I must be out of my mind.
"Step out of your car, please," he says to me abruptly. I let out a sigh
of exasperation. Shit, shit, shit, I'm thinking to myself.
"Walk around to the other side, please." I'm walking. "Face the side of
the car and put your hands up on the roof."
I can't believe this is happening. "What'd I do?" I say.
"Just follow my instructions, please." This guy is real polite.
I face the car and put my hands on the roof. He comes up in back of me,
puts his foot between mine and kicks my feet side to side. "Spread your
legs, please."
I still can't believe this is happening. He starts to frisk me. I'm not
feeling particularly guilty about anything, but I am starting to worry.
He pats down my sides real fast, then the outside of my legs, then the
inside real lightly. It could be erotic, but he's being too professional.
"Are you looking for someone?" I say.
"I'll ask the questions," he says gruffly.
What gives? I'm thinking.
He starts frisking me again, only this time he's being more thorough. He
reaches around my chest and is checking my pecs. He's checking my pecs
very thoroughly. Then he's checking my stomach. Very thoroughly. He's
actually running his hands up and down my chest and my belly. I can't
imagine him not being able to find a gun or something the first time
around. Dope, I think, he's looking for dope. I relax a bit; I'm
certainly not worried about that. His hands are exploring the top front
of my pants, now down a little and around my crotch. Without grabbing my
basket, he's groping around it, now down lower and into my upper thighs.
He goes down the inside of my thighs down to my knee then around to the
outside and backs of my thighs and up. Up to my ass. He's actually
squeezing my ass and digging into my crack. His hands are going down
under my crotch from the back. His hand wanders around front again only
this time it goes right for my basket. It's squeezing my balls and
discovering the outline of my enlarging cock.
"Hey, I'm clean, man," I say. I'm sure I sound like a dealer now.
He says nothing. He's got one hand in my crotch, he's groping my cock and
balls, and he's being very thorough about all this. And I am a little
more than a bit turned on.
"Turn around," he says. I do and he's checking me up and down. There's
nothing I can do to conceal the lump in the front of my pants. And it's
not like he misses it. But he's not saying much.
"Okay. Step back here and get into the cruiser." And I'm thinking, Come
on, you've had your jollies, just give me the fucking ticket and let me
go. I go to get in the front.
"Get in the back," he barks. I'm real confused. I get in the back. He
gets in the front. He pushes a button that locks the doors all around.
There are no buttons in the back to unlock the doors. He puts the car
into gear.
"Hey, what's going on here," I say wittily. "Am I under arrest or
something? What about my car? Aren't you supposed to read me my rights
or something?"
"Just sit tight. Everything's going to be all right." I can't believe
I'm letting myself be at all consoled by this remark since, as far as I'm
concerned, everything is definitely not all right. I sit back into the
seat. I'm looking around and I'm thinking, What the fuck...
He pulls off the highway at the next exit. I don't know where I am, but
I'm thinking I'm about to see gas stations, a highway, a town. Nope.
Nothing. This is a dark road. Any time now we'll see a town. Like one
with the police station or something. Anything. But no, all we get is
dark road. I'm quite apprehensive, sitting here in the back of a cop car,
watching the back of this cops head, the only lights being the headlights
of the cop car and there ain't much to light except road and trees in the
night.
He slows the car and pulls off on an unpaved road. No lights, no police
station, no more pavement; just trees and bushes and a rougher ride. He's
going slow now and then there's a barn up ahead. He pulls up to it. I
don't like this.
He stops the car. He gets out. He opens the back, grabs my arm and leads
me out of the car. He leads me over to the barn and into it. He's got
one of those kind of lights that lights up a whole area and as we step
into the barn I'm looking all around it. He leads me into the back of the
barn. I am totally bewildered. I'm breathing heavily; I'm not in control
here.
"Please," I'm saying. "What are we doing here?"
He drops my arms and I stand there while he puts down the light a few feet
away. He turns and looks at me, and I'm standing there looking at this
hunk of a cop who has taken off his hat and who is staring at me sort of
hungrily, and I'm feeling totally naked.
"Strip," he says evenly.
My eyes widen and I stare dazedly back at him. I can't believe this is
happening. My mouth opens to say something, but nothing comes out.
"Strip!" he says more harshly, and he's pulled a riding crop out of the
side of his boot and he slaps it against the side of his leg.
I'm frightened and shaking and I don't know what to do. And my fingers go
to the buttons on my shirt and I start to un-button a button. I'm telling
myself this isn't happening and I manage to get another button open as I
work them from the top down. I pull the tails out all around and I'm
staring at this guy and I'm feeling really turned on and really
frightened.
I pull open my shirt to expose my chest and I push it off my shoulders and
pull it off my body and drop it into the hay. And I'm standing there
naked to the waist and this guy is taking in the sight of my swimmer's
build and my smooth and muscled chest. I'm six-foot tall in my stocking
feet but I'm feeling real small right now and I'm quivering perceptibly.
I look back at him.
"Strip," he says with that evenness again.
I let out the breath that I hadn't realized I'd been holding and gasp it
back in. I lean against this post and pull off my shoes and I pull off my
socks. The hay is rough and soft on my bare feet.
I look at him pleadingly; he issues the command again silently with a
widening of his eyes.
My trembling fingers go to my belt and unfasten it. They unbutton the top
of my pants. One hand holds the top of my pants while the other one grabs
the zipper and begins to pull it down. With my pants open, I drop my
hands momentarily and look at the cop who is watching with keen interest.
My hands hear his unspoken command again, go to the waist band and begin
pushing down. I am feeling the fabric of my pants as it bunches up then
exposes my underwear. I am pushing them down as the fabric slides down my
thighs then exposes my legs. I push them down further and pull off one
leg then the other and drop them next to me on top of my shirt. I
straighten up, and the straining, prominent bulge in my crotch is doing
little to conceal itself.
I am breathing hard and looking at him. I am standing there clad only in
my underwear with a bulge in my crotch. He walks toward me and I am
frozen. He walks around back of me and I am still staring at the place
where he stood. He slips his riding crop into the band of my underwear
and pushes it down the crack of my ass. He presses it against my
butthole, then pulls it back out. My briefs snap back. He hauls off and
smacks my underweared ass with the crop. I am too stunned to do anything
but jump.
He walks around front to where he had been. He stands there and crosses
his arms and looks at me sternly.
"I want to see your dick."
My mind is saying no and my body is trembling. My hands are shaking.
Somehow I move my hands to the waistband of my underwear. I pause,
shaking. I glance up at him; I am breathing hard and I pause. Then I
look at the ground a few feet in front of me and I push down my drawers.
They get caught on my dick and I have to wrestle it free. I push them
down my legs, feeling my ass totally exposed as I bend over, and I step
one foot out and then the other.
I drop my underwear with my other clothes and straighten myself back to
standing. I am totally naked and exposed to this uniformed cop. My
rock-hard ten inch dick is jutting out in front of me and I my hot balls
are exposed and dangling down between my legs. My cock and my balls and
my naked body are exposed and vulnerable to this cop.
He is looking at my genitals with his head slightly cocked, a slight
pleased-looking smile on his face, and a certain lust in his eyes. He
walks over to me and is looking me up and down. Again he goes behind me
and again I do not turn. I can hear him make an approving "Hmpf" behind
me and I hear a clink of metal.
He grabs my hand and slaps a handcuff on it, then reaches in front of me,
takes my other wrist and cuffs that.
"Please," I am saying almost crying, "What do you want?" He pulls me over
to a support beam and pulls my hands up to a hook above my head where he
attaches the cuffs. I am facing the beam and hanging right up against it
and I can feel its roughness on my skin, especially where my hard cock is
pressing up against it. Behind me, he puts his foot between mine like he
did on the highway and pushes my feet apart, spreading my legs. He steps
to the side of me and I turn to watch him unhooking his shoulder strap.
He disconnects it from his belt in front and back and drops it on the
ground. Then he unbuckles his belt and draws it out through the loops. I
am watching him do this not knowing what to expect. Still on the side of
me, he swings the belt and catches me on the ass. I jump with the shock
and the pain on my buttocks and my jump pushes my cock into the rough
beam. His enjoyment of my discomfort and my wincing is apparent. He
swings the belt again, it smacks my ass, and I jump again. He swings
again and I'm throwing my head back, struggling against the cuffs that
keep me hung on this post and I'm struggling against the biting belt on my
bare buttocks. He moves behind me and swings again and the belt snaps
against my sensitive asshole. He belts my butthole and beats my ass until
I know it must be red as hell. He's still swinging and I'm writhing
against the post. My ass, trying to escape the torment of the belt is
pushing my balls into the rough post, crushing my rock-hard cock. The
belt bites again and again, and my chest and stomach are struggling
against the post and my sensitive tits are scraping against the rough
wood. My cock is rubbing up and down the rough wood as I writhe and it's
oozing pre-cum and straining for release.
I don't realize that he's stopped right away; there are too many
sensations. I'm still hanging there pressed against the upright which,
though rough and scraping, is my friend for protecting and caressing my
vulnerable front.
He reaches above me and unhooks me from the support beam, but he's holding
my hands up there still. He reaches around in front of me and grabs my
stiff cock and uses it like a handle to turn me around. He then hooks me
back in place only now with my front exposed and my ass pressing into the
beam. He kicks my feet apart again and steps back.
He can see the fear in my face, I'm sure, as I'm hanging there, arms
stretched above my head. My body stretched and taut, my belly flat and my
red circumcised cock sticking stiffly up in front of me exposing my full
balls to his view. He eyes me approvingly then swings his belt at me. It
snaps me square in the balls and I throw back my head and let out a yell.
He swings it again and gets me in the balls again, then goes after my
stiff red cock and makes it sting. And his belt hits under the shaft and
on the sides and snaps at the sensitive head. And I'm writhing and
screaming and my cock is oozing all over. He snaps the belt and the tip
just catches my tit and smacks it cruelly. Then he snaps my other tit the
same way and I'm screaming and struggling and can't do a thing about it.
He swings at my balls again and I convulse in pain. The belt smacks and
stings my cock again and harder on my balls and it slaps my tits and my
crotch and my chest and I'm writhing and screaming and my cock feels like
it's about to burst and it's oozing clear cum-juice all over.
Then he drops the belt. He walks up to me and I think he's going to let
me down. But he grabs my balls roughly and he's looking into my face with
a demonic leer, and he's twisting my balls and I'm looking back at him
with my mouth open and my ass writhing against the rough wood with the
grip he has on my balls as he squeezes them. And he twists my balls and
I'm afraid he's going to twist them right off and it hurts like hell but
my cock is still oozing like a leaky faucet. Then his other hand takes
one of my tits and starts twisting that and he's twisting my balls and
twisting my tit and I'm moaning loudly. He switches hands on my balls and
grabs the other tit and he's twisting my balls and my tits real hard and
squeezing my balls and twisting them hard.
Then he grabs my cock with his rough calloused hands and strokes it
roughly a few times. I am about to explode in orgasm just as he lets go
and I am caught on the brink, but don't quite make it over.
He walks a few feet back, still in front of me. He stands there and looks
at me panting. I'm afraid of what might happen next and am hoping against
hope that it's all over.
Then he starts un-buttoning his shirt. He pulls out the tails and throws
it on the ground. He's wearing a T-shirt underneath. He leans against a
beam and pulls off one boot then the other and both his socks. The whole
time he is looking at me. And I want nothing more than to watch him and
he pulls up his T-shirt exposing his hot and muscled belly and chest. His
chest has thick hair that swirls over his well-developed pecs and around
his taut brown nipples. This guy obviously works out. The hair collects
between his pecs and descends in a line through well-defined abs then
disappears into the waist band of his trousers. The T-shirt comes off his
head and slightly dishevels his hair, giving him a sort of little boy
look. He's looking at me, his lips slightly parted as he's pulling the
T-shirt off his thickly muscled arms in front of him. He throws it onto
the ground with the shirt.
I'm hung on a beam totally naked with a raging hard-on in front of me and
I'm staring at this hunk of an athlete-cop who is masculinity and
boyishness personified. And my cock is making involuntary throbs like it
has just cum all over the place.
He stands there and watches me, watching my face and taking in my body;
taking in my rigid cock pulsing in front of me.
And he reaches for his pants. He unhooks the top and pulls down the fly.
He looks at me again, then hooks his thumbs into the waistband and pushes
them down. He's wearing short boxer shorts underneath and this time the
gigantic bulge in his underwear is doing nothing to conceal itself. He
drops his pants in the pile and stands and looks at me. He looks military
now, somehow. It must be the boxer shorts or the tattoo I've just noticed
on his arm. But he's standing there almost naked with nicely muscled legs
looking handsome as hell, and he is so hot I can hardly stand it.
He turns around now with his broad, V-shaped back to me. His hands go to
the waistband of his boxer shorts. Slowly they begin to push down. The
small of his back gives way to the outward curve of his upper ass. I've
always thought this was one of the sexiest parts of a man. He pushes the
shorts down further over the rising twin mounds of his ass and the valley
appears between the cheeks. He pushes them down further and they cross
the top of the mounds and jump down the other side to his thighs. This
man's ass is magnificent. It's not a boy's ass, but a man's ass. It is
perfectly molded and muscular with a slight amount of hair growing into
the crack. He bends to push the shorts off and the valley widens to reveal
a dark moist abyss below backed by the outline of a dangling ball-sack.
I am weak with the splendor of Eros before me. Even the back of his head
is sexy above the solid neck and the broad shoulders. And the muscled
back that tapers to the trim waist and the ripe, luscious ass-cheeks
below. When I die I want to be buried with my face in these buns.
Then the vision moves and begins to turn, it seems to me in slow-motion.
First I see the profile of his chest and the outline of a tit and the
well-formed legs and the hip. And his magnificence moves into view.
The hair that ran around his navel comes down and widens into a dark full
bush of hair backed by the muscles of his lower abdomen and thighs. And
his magnificent cock stands fully erect and proud, straight and huge,
mighty and veined. It is perfectly circumcised with a pink engorged head
and a wide slit at the top. His full balls hang massively beneath and I
feast my eyes on the most beautiful equipment I've seen on a man. I don't
know if he knows I am stunned, but even immobile as I am he must see the
look of awe on my face. At any rate, he does not move while I take in the
splendor and raw sex of his body.
Then he walks over to me, cock waving proudly in the air. He stands
before me and holds my chest just below my arms and rubs my hard nipples
with his thumbs. He runs his hands down my sides and looks me in the
face. Then he presses his full body against mine; cock against cock,
balls against balls, belly against belly, chest against chest. He moves
his face in front of mine and presses his lips into mine. My mouth parts
and our tongues begin to probe, his forcing its way into my mouth, mine
wanting to know the inside of his. He wraps his arms around me and he's
running his rough hands up and down my back. He runs them down to my ass
and presses my pelvis hard against his, and he's squirming his cock
against mine, his balls against mine, his belly against mine, his chest
against mine, his tits against mine, his tongue probing deeply into my
mouth, his fingers probing deeply the crack of my naked ass.
His lips and tongue are full and his masculinity and warmth envelope me.
How can I feel so much passion with my hands bound above me? I am longing
to stroke back to feel his body, to caress his strong back and his firm
ass, to rub his balls and stroke his cock, to take his cock in my mouth
and to make him come all over me, all over my face and chest. My greatest
anguish now is not being able to stroke his body with my hands, to wrap my
arms around his torso, to bury my face in his chest.
His mouth releases mine and we both gasp for air. He pushes himself away
from me slightly and begins kissing my neck wetly. His tongue moves up
behind my ear and down the side of my neck. And I am suffering a
different agony now; the exquisite agony of his tongue sending shivers
through my neck and into my body. He moves to the other side and
re-applies his exquisite tongue-torture. He is moving his mouth out and
along my shoulder and down into my exposed arm-pit. He laps up and down
there and I am crying out and his tongue is sending shivers throughout my
body. He works his way around the bottom of my pectoral then up to my tit
where his tongue circles before diving home. His tongue and mouth lap and
suck my nipple and his teeth nip and bite. He moves to the other tit and
tongues it and bites it equally before moving to the other arm-pit. He
works his mouth down the side of my body slightly in back just above my
hip then slightly in front, then down the line between the abdomen and the
thigh. I can't believe he's starting down the inside of my thigh,
half-way down then moving in deeper and working his way back up. He
switches to the other thigh and is working down and up and up to the lower
line of my abdomen and up to that place above my hip. Then down again
toward my crotch. His nose is nuzzling my balls to one side as his tongue
probes the area between my thigh and my ball-sack. Then lightly under my
balls to the other thigh and the sensitive tissue on the other side.
My head is thrown back again but this time in exquisite pleasure. I have
never had my body caressed this well before. This man is discovering
erotic places on my body that even I hadn't known about.
He lightly begins licking my balls and probing deeply beneath them and all
around the sides of them. He works his way up between them to the base of
my cock where he turns his head sideways to put his lips on the very base
of my cock. He laps the lower shaft then works his way slowly up. My
straining cock feels like it is about to burst. "Please suck me," I hear
myself saying, "please suck me. Oh, God, please suck me."
His tongue laps the sides of my dick and the under part of the shaft and
up towards the top it hits a spot just below the slit where the point of
his tongue dances lightly for a few moments causing my entire cock to
tense in an attempt to avoid an impending explosion. He then grabs my
cock from under my balls, forcing my balls up tightly against my cock.
His tongue circles the head of my cock and his lips press against it,
widen and envelope my cock. He sinks his mouth down over half my cock,
then pulls back and sinks again, sucking it like that, sucking it hard and
he's grabbing my balls and he's sucking my cock and my head is going
crazy. And he goes deeper on my cock which pushes well past his throat
and he takes my entire cock. And his mouth is down to my bush and his
nose is pressed into me and he pulls back slightly and is throat-fucking
my cock. I can feel the stubble of his beard on my balls, and his mouth
and his throat are hot and tight, and he is relentlessly sucking my cock.
And my hands are bound above me and my legs are straddled wide and this
gorgeous hot cop-hunk is deep-throating my cock and sucking my cock. And
his hands are grabbing my ass cheeks and his finger is working my asshole.
And his head is bobbing up and down on my cock and his finger is working
its way into my asshole, and he's pressing up into my asshole and my head
is thrashing from side to side and I'm moaning really loudly because I can
feel something opening up inside me and I know I'm about to
CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!! AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! His finger is working my
asshole and my cock is plunging down his throat and I'm shooting my load
right down his throat and I cum and I cum and I cum and I cum and I cum
and I cum and I cum and I cum. And I'm still cumming and he's still
finger fucking me and his hot throat is still pumping my cock and my cock
is still pumping into his hot throat.
My body is still convulsing and his mouth is still on my dick. His finger
is still up my ass. And I'm gasping and the convulsions are subsiding and
I'd drop to the ground if I could, but I'm still hung from this beam. And
my body droops as he lets my cock out of his mouth and it's still
convulsing little convulsions. And he gently works his finger out of my
ass, runs his hands over my ass and down my legs, then sits back in the
hay breathing hard.
He lays back on one arm and his legs are spread toward me. His huge cock
it jutting straight up into the air. As he is looking at me he reaches
down between his crotch and hefts his balls. Then he moves his hand up to
his cock and begins pumping it. His eyes narrow and he lets out a low
moan but he continues to stare at me. His hand is pumping harder up and
down the shaft of his mighty cock. And he's stroking it really hard and
pounding his fist up and down the shaft and he head starts oozing thick
and clear pre-cum. I'm sure he is about to shoot when he pulls his hand
away from his cock. It is massively hard and throbbing and dripping, and
pulses on the verge of orgasm.
He gets up and comes over to me again. With his finger he wipes a glob of
the pre-cum from the tip of his cock. He lifts it up and putting it in my
faces, he shows it to me. My mouth opens slightly. His finger moves to
my lips and circles my mouth spreading his pre-cum around my lips. I move
my head up slightly and my tongue moves out to take his finger. I lick
the underside of his finger, then the sides, then I suck it into my mouth.
My tongue plays with the underside of his finger as my mouth moves over
it, sucking it, in and out. And I suck his finger slowly and I suck the
pre-cum from it. And I am looking into his blue eyes and I am sucking his
finger. And he is looking into my face and watching me suck it and
obviously enjoying the feel of my hot mouth on finger.
He pulls his finger out of my mouth and presses his lips into mine. And
again his tongue is probing my mouth and my tongue is exploring his. His
hot mouth is all over mine and his hard body is pressing into mine and I
realize he is reaching up and pulling my arms up and releasing my
up-stretched arms from the beam.
He brings my aching arms down in front of me and pushes down on my
shoulder. I compliantly go down to my knees. I am eye-to-eye with his
manhood and my mouth moves toward it, opening. But he pushes me down more
and I have nowhere to go but down into the hay on my back. He re-attaches
my hands to the bottom of the beam and I am bound still, but in a new
position. He stands over me and straddles my body and looks down at me.
And I am looking up at the Colossus of Rhodes whose muscular thighs
converge in manhood where his large balls hang between the crevice of his
manly ass and the tower of his turgid phallus.
He squats over me and kneels, straddling my stomach. His rough hands run
themselves over my chest and sides. He bends to lay his lips on mine
again and his legs go out along the length of mine as he lays himself
beside me, one leg between my legs, hand on my pectoral, mouth on my
mouth. And he runs his hand up and down my body and it moves to my crotch
and it fondles my balls and probes my asshole and strokes my once-again
hard dick.
He then pushes himself up and straddles me again, this time across my
chest. And he moves up until his cock is over my face and I strain up to
touch it with my mouth. He presses the length of his cock over my face
and my mouth is open and my tongue is lapping the underside of his hot
shaft as he is rolling his cock over my face, over my nose and I can feel
its heat as he rolls it into and over my eyes and along the side of my
face. And my mouth is open and my tongue is greedily lapping at the
underside of his hot huge cock as he rubs it all over my face and I want
nothing more than to be here with his hot, veined cock rubbing all over my
face. And the wetness of my saliva and the smoothness of his veined cock
make a slipperiness where he is moaning softly and pressing his cock into
my face and my eyes and making a fucking motion as he rubs his hot cock
all over my face.
And he moves up slightly so that my chin is in his ball sack, and he moves
up a little more so that his balls are over my mouth. And I want nothing
more than to lap on his heavy balls as he rubs them in my face, and he
rubs them back and forth across my face, and my mouth is open and hungrily
lapping his balls as they rub all over my face. And he presses his balls
into my eyes and I can feel their soft, hot fleshiness on my eyelids and I
am moving my head from side to side and fondling his heavy balls with my
nose and my face, and the heat of his crotch and the heat of his thighs
surround my face and my head and I am enveloped in this hot cop's crotch
and I never want to leave.
He pushes his balls over my mouth. "Suck on my balls," he says. I open
my mouth wide. I am lapping his balls and I suck one gently into my
mouth. I release it and I suck in the other one. "Both of them," he
says, and I stretch my mouth wide and take both his balls and his entire
ball-sack into my mouth.
He leans forward and his body presses his balls into my mouth. His cock
lays against the side of my nose and across my eyes. "Gnaw on them," he
says, and I grind my teeth gently but firmly on the ball-sack between his
balls and cock. He is groaning out loud and holding my head with both his
hands. "Yeah, suck my balls," he says, "Suck my balls." And I am sucking
his balls and gnawing on his bag. And he is actually very vulnerable to
me now, but I am still in his control, so I gnaw on his balls firmly, but
pay close attention to the pressure of his hands and the sharp in-take of
his breath and he is very tense and sensitive but still pushes his
ball-sack into my mouth. He then moves one hand to the top of my head and
the other to his cock. And I watch him pump the massive shaft of his cock
above me as I chew on his balls and his head is thrown back and he moans.
I am expecting him to cum and I can already feel the hot gobs of cum on my
face. And he is alternately pumping his cock and rubbing it in my face,
and I want to feel his hot cum all over my face.
He stops pumping and I watch his giant cock throb as it oozes copious
amounts of clear pre-cum. He indicates that he wants me to release him
and I comply as his hot slippery balls pop out of my mouth. Then he moves
back slightly and picks up my head and points the head of his cock toward
my mouth. I open my mouth to take in his hot meat. He holds my head up
and pushes his hot cock into my mouth and makes my head fuck his hot cop
meat and I want nothing more than to be sucking this hot cop man-tool.
And he shoves his huge cock deeper into my throat and he hugs my head
tight against his crotch and fucks my head as his other hand leans out to
the beam for support. And he's stretched out above me, his stomach taut
and his chest arched back, and his hips are rocking as his fat cop cock
fucks my mouth in and out and in and out and in and out. And I hear him
moaning like he's about to cum and I want nothing more than to feel his
hot cop cum shoot down my throat and spurt with force into my gullet.
And again he stops. He pulls his cock out of my mouth and swings his leg
over me, then the other one back. Suddenly he is straddling me in reverse
and I am looking up at his muscular cop back and his manly, firm cop ass.
And he moves his firm ass over my face and my willing mouth opens. But
his ass goes beyond my face and his balls run over my eyes and he's
leaning forward and rising up and pushing his cock toward my mouth again.
And my mouth opens and he pushes his cock in and he starts fucking my
mouth. And am watching his balls and his ass going up and down as he
fucks my mouth and this is so hot. And he is grabbing my balls and
suddenly I feel his mouth on my cock and his cock is fucking my mouth and
his mouth is sucking my cock and we are both fucking each other's mouth
and sucking each other's cocks and this energy is going around and around
from his cock in my mouth to my cock in his mouth. And we are writhing
and rolling and he rolls onto his side and I'm on my side and his thighs
are locked around my head and his hot cock is fucking my mouth as I watch
his balls and his ass fucking my mouth, and his hands are grabbing my ass
and probing my asshole, and we're sucking and fucking and sucking and
fucking and sucking and in and out and suck and fuck and suck and fuck and
suck and fuck and suck...
He rolls back up onto me and sits up, pulling his cock out of my mouth.
He moves up slightly and pushes his ass onto my face. My face is now
buried in the nirvana of his hot moist crack with his man's asshole
pressing on my lips. My mouth opens and my tongue probes the contours of
his anus. My lips kiss his sphincter, my tongue licks the crack, my nose
traces the hot sweaty crevice from cock to coccyx and back to his
man-hole. My tongue presses in and widens the hole and rims the edges,
and his body presses back and wriggles onto my tongue, my mouth, my nose,
my face. And his pelvis is thrusting and his ass is fucking my face and
my tongue is probing his ass and pressing in, deeper and deeper, and in to
his oh so smooth rectum. And my tongue is fucking his ass and I can see
his back arching and his head thrown back, and his ass is fucking my face
and pushing itself into my face, and my tongue is lapping at every part of
his ass and probing into his anus as deeply as it can go, which isn't far
enough, because it wants to crawl in and become one with this cop forever
fucking, internally fucking.
And I feel his hands pull my legs up and back and he is leaning forward
and reaching under my ass and pulling my ass up into the air. And I am
still trapped under him, my face in his ass, and my legs are caught under
his arms and my back is curled up off the ground, my legs spread, my ass
in the air. And he is holding my lower back to keep my ass in the air and
he leans forward and begins licking my balls, then licking that part of my
cock below my balls, and works his way back and he's licking my open ass.
And his hot mouth hits my up-turned asshole and his hot wet tongue rims my
asshole and probes it open. And he is sitting on my face and I am sucking
his asshole, and he is holding my ass up and tonguing my butthole. And
there are shivers going up my spine as his hot tongue probes my asshole
and my face writhes in his hot ass as he eats my ass as if it were
dessert. And he's hugging my lower back and pressing my up-turned ass into
his face and sucking and chewing and tonguing my ass and my balls and he
licks my balls and probes my asshole with his finger as he wriggles his
ass into my face and moans and rocks and fucks my face with his ass and
fucks my ass with his finger. And he presses in a second finger and a
third, and he's stretching my asshole wide as he lays my ass back down,
and he's fucking me with his hand and his other hand goes to my hard cock
and it strokes it roughly. And his mouth goes to my dick and he sucks on
my dick and fondles my balls and fucks my ass with his fingers while my
face and tongue are buried deep within his hot cop's ass. And we're both
rocking our hips and fucking and rocking and sucking and fucking and
sucking...
He stops again and I can hardly take it. I want to cum in his throat and
I want him to cum all over me and he has stopped again. He gets off me,
stands and looks down at me, and he is breathing hard. His cock is still
rock-hard and his balls are still huge. He is still the gorgeous hot cop
who is driving me crazy and holding me bound captive.
He reaches down, grabs my hips, flips me over and brings me to my knees.
My ass is now sticking up in the air, my arms outstretched with my hands
still bound to the bottom of the beam. He kneels down behind me and feels
my ass cheeks. His finger probes my asshole, pushing in and widening it.
His finger is withdrawn and I feel his hands on my hips. Then I feel his
mouth on my ass and his tongue probing my asshole. I push back onto his
tongue because I want more. I want more, I want more, I want more.
"Please fuck me," I am pleading. "Please fuck me, oh please, please fuck
me, please fuck me."
I feel him move into position. His hand gropes under my crotch and
strokes my dick and fondles my balls. I hear him spit and I feel him
apply it to my pleading anus. I hear him spit again and apply it to his
rock-hard cop dick. I feel his thighs against my inner exposed thighs and
then I feel the head of his cock on my asshole as he positions his dick
against my willing ass.
I push back a little and he pushes forward. His cock presses into my ass
and my anus widens. I struggle with a sharp pain as his cockhead pierces
my sphincter. He stops while my anus relaxes over his cock. I press back
slightly and he takes the signal to push forward. His cock is sliding
into me slowly, bit by bit, sliding in and I am stretched so tightly I
don't know if I can take his entire massive hot cop cock into my ass. But
he's still pressing inward and I still want his hot cock up my ass, I want
all of it right up inside my ass, buried in my ass and I am struggling
back onto his cock and he is pushing his fat cop cock slowly up into my
ass, and I want it all.
Then suddenly I feel the hilt of his cock, his bushy crotch against my ass
and his entire huge, meaty cop cock is stuffed all the way up my stretched
out ass and we are motionless for a moment while I enjoy having his big
stiff dick filling my ass and my ass adjusts to having this huge salami
stuck up into it.
He is holding my hips and he moves back slightly and pushes in again. I
grunt as he pushes, not yet accustomed to such a big dick stretching me
and probing as deeply as his.
"That's right, grunt," he says, "Grunt like the pig you are." And he
pulls further out and shoves his cock back up to the hilt. And I grunt
again.
"Yeah, grunt while I fuck you, you pig. Grunt while I fuck you real
hard."
And he pulls his cock half-way out and shoves it back in to the hilt and
starts a rhythmic fucking of my ass as he withdraws his cock and shoves it
back up into my ass. I struggle as his driving cock feels like it's going
to split me open. And he pulls back further and plunges in deeper and I
don't know if I can take this as he starts fucking my ass harder and
harder. I'm struggling and wriggling my ass as he ploughs it deeper and
deeper and my head is thrown back and my back is arched inward and my ass
is being held by his rough cop hands and he's bucking and fucking and
ploughing his fat cop cock up into my hot ass.
"Yeah I'm fucking you hard, you pig, I'm fucking you with my big cop dick.
I'm fucking you hard and you want it. You want it bad. You want my big
fat cop cock stuffed up your ass, fucking your ass." And he's fucking me
and bucking and he's fucking me hard. And I can feel his cop balls
slapping against my balls as he pulls back and shoves his cock back into
my ass and pulls it out almost all the way and shoves it back in right up
to the hilt and I can feel his balls slapping against mine again. And
he's fucking me hard and fucking me hard and he slaps my ass as he fucks
me, and now he's leaning down onto my back and wrapping his arm around my
chest and humping my ass and feeling my chest and my belly and fucking my
ass and reaching down and grabbing my cock and grabbing my balls and
fucking my ass real hard. And he's laying on top of me and humping me
like a bull and my ass wants this, it wants to be fucked and I'm grunting
and grinding my ass into his bushy crotch as his fat cop cock shoves its
way up into my ass.
Then he pulls out his cock and flips me back over onto my back. He throws
my legs back up to my shoulders and leans his cock back into my ass. I'm
now facing this hot hunk or an athlete-cop whose fucking my ass. And he's
on his knees and my ass is impaled on his cock and he reaches down and is
stroking my dick and fucking me really nicely all of a sudden, and he's
fucking me really nicely with his giant hot cock cop. And my legs are up
over his shoulders now and he's ploughing my ass and stroking my cock with
his rough cop hands and he's driving me out of my mind with pleasure. My
ass just wants all the hot cop cock it can get into it as deeply as it can
get it and it's bouncing up and down on his huge cop cock. And I'm
watching him pump my ass, his hairy chest heaving, his tits hard and
pointed, his stomach muscles tensing and contracting and his hips
thrusting his hot cop cock up into my ass, his exposed, naked cop ass
pounding away at me, fucking me, fucking me, oh so good, fucking me,
stroking my dick, fucking my ass, oh fuck me, yeah fuck me, oh harder, oh
deeper, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh FUCK ME, OH FUCK ME, FUCK ME,
FUCK ME, FUCK ME, ARHHHHH! AAAARHHHHHHHHHHH! OH GOD, OH FUCK ME, FUCK ME,
UNHHHH, AIHHHHHHHH! UNHH! And I'm cumming like a rocket and he's beating
my meat and I'm shooting into the air and I'm cumming hard, and I realize
he's cumming too. And his head is thrown back and I'm not the only one
screaming and he's cumming and fucking my ass to beat the band and I can
feel his hot cum squirting hard up inside me, and he's bucking and
thrusting and his hot cop ass is pounding my ass and my legs are wrapped
around him 'cause I don't want him to stop and his bushy cop crotch is
shoving his huge cock up into my ass, and I'm going nuts, my head is
exploding and writhing and my ass is still trying to shove itself deeper
onto his giant hot cop cock. And he's slowing down but still pumping into
my ass getting the best strokes in, and he's holding my hips and shoving
his hips into my ass with his head thrown back and his hot hairy cop chest
thrown out and his hot cop stomach muscles flexing with each thrust. And
he's leaning toward me still fucking and his fierce eyes are looking down
at me and his jaw is slack and he's leaning down over me and laying his
body over me and putting his mouth on mine and still fucking my ass and
laying his head next to mine and laying his body over mine. And my legs
are up around his back and he's laying on top of me and he's still fucking
me slowly and my legs are holding him tight and I don't want to let him
off of me and I don't want to let his cock out of my ass.
He's laying on top of me and we're both covered with my cum and his cum is
dripping out of my ass. And my legs are still around him and his cock is
still up my ass and I don't want to move. And we're both heaving and
panting and catching our breaths and I don't want the warmth of his body
to leave me.
We slowly relax and the spasms subside. He's still inside of me, but it's
not as tight. My eyes are closed and I'm feeling the warmth of his neck
on mine and the warmth of his face on mine. I'm feeling the warmth of his
body on mine and the pleasure of his cock still in my ass. And in
post-orgasmic bliss I drift off into unconsciousness.
When I awaken, I am unbound. The cop is cradling me in his naked lap like
a pieta and rubbing my red wrists. I put my arms around the bulk of his
chest and lean my face into the softness and warmth of his pectoral and
armpit. He has been wiping my body clean and is rocking me slowly.
Everything is quiet except for the ringing of the silence and the far
distant slow pulsing of an airplane. I have no desire to move. My hand
moves up and down the muscular back that I'm now allowed to caress and as
I snuggle closer he pulls his jacket up over us. I recognize his smell in
it as I drift back into a warm cradled sleep.
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