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Long Arm of the Law
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 LONG ARM OF THE LAW
A glorious Spring day surrounded him as he tooled along up the
Route 95 Expressway. He gave himself up to reverie as gentle music
from the stereo bathed him in beauty. Then, suddenly, the corner of
his eye caught flashing lights in the sideview mirror and he was
jolted back to the gritty reality of life in the big city. With a
muttered curse, he slowed the van from the 70 miles per hour it had
crept up to and pulled it over onto the shoulder in order to stop and
face up to the consequences of his Spring speeding.
He got out of the now-stopped van and began to walk back towards
the police car which had pulled up behind the van. The car's door
opened and he was shocked to see the policeperson who got out to face
him. She was tall and slender and wore the uniform of the Highway
Patrol. Her lovely legs were encased in black leather jackboots,
topped by tight blue pants and a wide gunbelt circling her tiny waist
and resting on the succulent swell of her hips.
She wore the crushed cap of her elite corps; but beneath it was
the face of an absolute angel. Framed by hair the color of fresh,
natural honey; was translucent, porcelain skin - widely set, blue
eyes - and a straight, slender nose atop the most beautiful lips he
had ever seen. Wide, full and sharply defined; her lips enclosed
perfect, white teeth. She wore no makeup and needed none. Below this
vision of angelic perfection, was a black leather storm-trooper
jacket with a silver badge outlined in stark relief.
He was dumfounded. Her stunning beauty could have had that
effect on any man but the counterpoint between it and the badge, all
the black leather, the gun and the other implements of pain and
violence she wore at her waist was just too much to handle. He stood
transfixed - unable to move or to think - or to function in any way.
She, seeing his reaction to her, allowed an amused smile to play
about the corners of her indescribably lovely mouth. She moved close
to him and said, in a throaty but musical voice "Please move onto the
shoulder, Sir. We don't want to be hit by one of these cars."
As he heard her voice and was surrounded by her closeness, he
knew she was real and not a dream. He felt an erection starting to
grow as he followed her off the roadway onto the shoulder. By the
time they had reached the middle of the vehicles, he was so hard that
he was in pain from the resistance of his trousers. She turned to
face him; ticket book in hand; and saw the huge lump in his middle,
the pained look on his face and the strange way he was standing. What
had been a glimmer of a smile on her lovely mouth became a grin of
sheer glee.
She looked at his lanky, muscular frame; his curly brown hair
and the masculine good looks he wore on his face. "Have a little
problem do you?" she asked. He, now adding extreme embarrassment to
the emotional overload he was already suffering, could only blush
while his erection pushed even harder against the constraining fabric
of his pants.
"I know how to handle that." she said ever so coyly, "Follow
me." She moved to her car and drove off leaving him to scramble back
into his van with an erection that made that difficult and painful.
He followed her off the expressway to a lot behind a warehouse.
During the short trip, he had alternate fits of desire and disbelief.
When they had each stopped their vehicles behind the warehouse, he
got out of the van to meet her as she approached. He looked straight
into her fantastically beautiful, blue eyes as she walked directly
into his arms and placed her unbelievably succulent lips over his. He
felt her firm, warm body under the leather press against his. She
parted her lips and his tongue entered the sweet warmth of her mouth
while she ground her hips against his rock-hard erection.
They parted and he led her to the large sliding door which led
to the rear of his custom van. He opened the door and they entered
the van. He quickly worked the mechanism which made the couch into a
bed while she sat upon one of the chairs and began to remove her
uniform. Their eyes locked in passionate embrace while she removed
her cap and jacket. He saw the swell of her breasts under her blue
shirt which she now began to unbutton. He reached for the buckles at
the top of her jackboots and unbuckled them so that he could pull the
boots off. He looked up to see her remove the now-unbuttoned shirt
and reach around her back to unfasten her bra. As she did; two
lovely, jutting breasts leapt free from their prison. He reached up
and gently fondled their porcelain perfection. Then he leaned forward
and took first one and then the other luscious, pink nipple into his
mouth. He felt each swell and stiffen under his tongue while her
hands found his zipper and released his long-confined erection. He
could hardly breathe as they parted. He ripped off his clothes while
she unbuckled her gunbelt and unzipped her trousers. She pulled off
the rest of her uniform and moved to the bed. Now smiling lovingly,
she reached for his erection and began to stroke it. He laid down
beside her and they began to kiss and fondle each other. He felt the
honey loveliness of her hair and smelled the wonder of her scent. His
mouth began to move down her body - now stopping to kiss and suck her
rigid nipples - now licking the ridge of muscle in the center of her
stomach - now exploring her belly button - and finally finding the
dense tangle of honey hair which formed the "V" of her midsection.
Here the smell of her femaleness mingled with her scent and his nose
was filled with delight while his tongue found her sweet clitty.
He began to flick his tongue back and forth and she began to
moan. He flicked faster and she moaned louder. She spread her legs
wide while his tongue did its work. Now he moved his tongue to the
entrance of her vagina and slid it into her. She began to buck as his
tongue moved in and out of her warm wetness. "Put it in me!" she
cried - almost over the edge of climax. He moved onto her warm body
and slid his huge erection into her yearning maw. She wrapped her
legs around his hips and squeezed forcefully as they both came - he
feeling his climax start at his toes and rush towards his sweetly
surrounded erection with the force of a tidal wave - she feeling his
huge, hard member push ever deeper into her and her muscles constrict
with indescribable pleasure as she sent her own tidal wave of warm,
wet passion forth to meet his.
They relaxed and clung to each other - unable to move - able
only to feel the joy of their joining. After a time they began to
come back to their steel cocoon. He slid out of her and lay beside
her - the length of his body against the length of hers. They kissed
gently - their tongues playing tag with each other - as they let the
waves of music from the stereo wash over them and gloried in their
closeness.
Then she sat up and surveyed her domain of his form. She smiled
wickedly and said "I told dispatch I was going to lunch; I guess I
should eat something." She leaned over and began to lick the tip of
his member. It, having just had a torrent of passion rush through it,
was tremendously tender and her playful tongue caused him to let out
a squawk of surprised pleasure. She began to explore him in detail,
running her tongue along his shaft and down to his testicles which
she kissed and licked and took each, in turn, into her mouth. His
member began to grow and stiffen as she worked her mouth magic. She
raised her head to the top of his now-fully-erect organ and slid its
entire length into her sweet mouth. Her breasts brushed against his
thigh as she moved her mouth forth and back over his erection.
He raised his head and watched in disbelief as her mouth
released him and she turned herself around to straddle him. He
watched in amazement as she lowered herself onto him and his erection
slowly disappeared into the wet, furry, folds of her middle. She
began to move slowly on him and there was a gentle slurping sound as
the juices of their last lovemaking ran out of her rising and falling
slit and down his shaft.
He was in awe of this creature as he watched her incomparable
breasts gently bounce in time to her movements. Her face bore an
expression of sheer delight as she took her pleasure. He reached into
her crotch and began to play with her clit as she added some
twisting motions to the rising and falling of her supple form. She
then stopped moving her body up and down and just sat on his
midsection while the muscles inside her began to constrict and relax,
creating sensations he never knew existed.
She reached behind her back and began to tickle his testicles
while he, almost beside himself with excitement began to massage her
clit in earnest. Her excitement grew as she released his testicles
and began to buck like a mad horse. She began to gasp as she
approached another orgasm and he felt himself readying another spurt
of love.
He felt much differently than he had the first time. That was a
surge of raw passion. This was something far deeper, far more intense
and far more exciting. Her muscles rippled and she moaned with
ecstasy as she gave herself up to another racking climax. He too
released himself to climax feeling a curious combination of pain and
delight as his testicles strained to emit yet more love juice.
She settled herself down onto his limp body and grinned
playfully at him. She said sweetly,"I'll let you off with a warning
this time, but you really must watch your speed when you're driving
on my beat." He looked at her with utter disbelief as she climbed off
him and moved to the seat where her uniform lay. She quickly and
deftly donned her uniform and buckled her gunbelt around her waist.
"See ya." she said and gave him a parting kiss with the full,
succulent lips that he had come to know so well. She left his van
and, in a moment, he heard the deep rumble of her police interceptor
engine as she started her car and drove away.
He felt the nubbly roughness of his upholstery as he lay back
while a breeze from the vent fan played over his wet body. He played
the last half hour back in his mind; trying to decide if it had
really happened or if he had imagined the whole thing. Her scent
still filled his nose; his body was still aquiver from her touch and
the feel of her lips was indelibly planted on his. He knew that it
had really happened and he also knew that his life could never be the
same.
He slowly donned his clothing, started the van and drove away;
resolved to resign from the ACLU which had employed him. He knew that
he could never again regard all cops as evil automatons and muster up
the necessary force of will to beat them by the brilliant bits of
legal legerdemain he was noted for. "Shit!" he thought, as he drove
back onto the expressway, "I'll probably end up practicing corporate
law and driving a goddamn Cadillac."
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