0 comments/ 77151 views/ 7 favorites The Cop By: Sheer Red I was driving on a quiet, lonely road, when out of no where, and for no reason, an officer pulls me over, walks to the car, looks at me in a peculiar way, which concerns me, yet arouses me! I ask what did I do wrong, and he tells me I was speeding, about 35 miles over the limit. I politely reject that, telling him I KNOW I was not. "Are you going to argue with me, honey? he says.... "Don't think I would hesitate to bust your ass for such insolence!!!" "But officer, I SWEAR to you, I was not speeding." At this point I get quite nervous, wondering what the hell is going on. I see him looking down my blouse, and wished now that the buttons were all done, instead of the first two being open. Then his eyes travel to my skirt, which is mid thigh length, and hiked up a little so I drive more comfortably. "Look," he says, " You were doing 80 in a 55. and you will be punished for that! "Punished for what?" I ask, starting to get angry as well as afraid! "If you want to argue with me, I can have another officer here in a heartbeat, and we'll take you in for resisting arrest!" "What the hell do you mean resisting arrest? You haven't even--- " and then it dawns on me.... I know now how bogus this whole thing has been. I realize that I was pulled over to be fucked and for nothing else. I sense there is no fighting it, no escape. I can see in his eyes that he will haunt me and make my life a living hell if I do not do as he says since he has the power to do so. He sees the realization hitting me, and starts to smirk ."Got it, bitch? Do as I say, or spend the night in jail for what ever I decide to charge you with. And know that I can come up with any charge I imagine!!! Forget speeding! How about solicitation? How would you like that on your records? I see that I am literally fucked. "What do you want from me? Please! Just let me go. I'm begging you!" The sinister grin on his face widens, and he opens my car door. "Get out, bitch!" As I get out of the car, I begin to tremble. I look around to see if there is anyone or anything to escape to. Yet I realize this is foolish. Here sits my car, I know he probably already knows where I live, so I submit. "What do you want from me? I plead. Without a word, he grabs my hair and leads me to the front of the car. A little scream of surprise escapes my lips, and to punish, he lays a slap across my face. He leans me over the car and pushes my skirt up. He can feel my body shaking beneath him. I can hear him undo his zipper and belt, and I try to fight back the tears. Against my thigh, I feel his cock pressing me. He reaches his hand down to my cunt, and gasps. "You little bitch!!! You're just loving this, aren't you? Do you have any idea how wet you are?" The level of embarrassment I feel shames me, I'm hating it and loving it at the same time. Without warning, his cock rips into me, slipping in easily from how wet I am. I am taken by surprise, letting a scream echo through the night. My face pushed into the hood of the car turns me on even more. And slowly I let go, and give in. My cunt taking him in, the muscles enveloping that lovely cock! He grasps my hair, and turns my head, so that I must look into his eyes. I am smitten by the intensity in his eyes. I feel more and more aroused, and start to buck my cunt harder, taking his cock deep into me until I feel his balls slapping my ass. Moans come from him more and more, and his body shakes incredibly. Just as he cums, he pulls out and cums all over my ass. Then, with a smile he pulls my skirt back down, and rubs my ass with it, shaming me all the more. "This will give you something to remember me by, bitch!" I collapsed on the car, feeling cheap, yet feeling sooo satisfied. He closed his pants, and pulled me back up. Grabbing my cheek, he pulled me up to him, and kissed me. "You can go. Forget the ticket. But remember. My coworkers and I will be watching you. Watching your speed, watching all your actions." he said with a grin. "So be on guard, honey. Hell, it won't matter to me if you do anything wrong. That just gives me a reason to take justice in my own hands again!" I looked up at him, wishing he would go away, yet dying to run into him again. What greater thrill could there be than never knowing when you're going to get it? When you might be in trouble. The thought had me getting very hungry. I watched him walk to his car, and before he got in, he looked back and smiled. "I'll be seeing you around. Definitely." From that point on, every time I saw a cop car, I was half tempted to speed! The Cop "Come on partner. We got a call to cover a homicide." That was from my partner, June Eastman, a tough, black 42-year-old woman who is one hell of a detective. She and I had been together for the past two years and we worked well together. I liked her caustic sense of humor and she liked my willingness to listen to her bitch. We were assigned to homicide and were on standby. My name is Salvatore Giuliano, but my friends call me Sallie. I have been a cop for 18 years and a detective for the past 5 years. I liked detective better. The work was more interesting and I was freer to go places and do things without a specific beat to cover. I was a widower and lived with my daughter and her husband in a small house in the suburbs of Richmond, Va. I moved in at the request of Ted, my son because he traveled quite a bit and wanted someone to be around for Rose, my daughter. I liked living with them will enough but would have been happier in my own place. Rose and Ted have been married for just over 3 years and they are trying to conceive a child. This made for some uncomfortable evenings for me but I ignored it because I had been there and done that. I know Ted was probably enjoying the attempt. "I'm coming, I'm coming." I got up, got my weapon and put it into my shoulder holster and grabbed a two-way from the rack. I followed her down to the garage where we got our car and headed out. The call came from one of the seedier sections of downtown Richmond and we knew what we were in for. All part of the job. About an hour later, we had finished the canvas of the area with nothing of any interest found. We never had anything of interest, since most of the people were 'just minding my own business'. I decided we might as well head back since the coroner had already taken the body and the crime scene investigators were almost finished. We left word to them to get everything over to us ASAP. June was driving and I asked her to swing by my place so that I could pick up a notebook that had some information that I wanted to include in a report that I was finishing back at the precinct. She did her usual bitching but made the turn that took us to my area. This was typical and I relaxed listening to her usual bull. She kept up the chatter till she pulled in my drive. "Whose car is that? Is your daughter at home this time of day?" I looked at the car and the plates but didn't recognize either. "Don't know but she may be home because of a sick day or something. Funny, she didn't mention anything. I'll be right back." With that I got out and went around to the back door that was usually unlocked. I assumed the front door was locked and I didn't have the garage door opener I normally used coming home. I went in the back door and stopped, listening for talking coming from the living room or kitchen. Nothing. Maybe someone had stopped and they left together in Rose's car. I proceeded down the hall to my bedroom to get the notebook. As I did, I heard sounds coming from Rose and Ted's bedroom. I thought maybe Rose was on the phone and talking to someone. I went down the hall and looked in. The sight that greeted me caused me to backtrack out of the room, stumbling backwards until I crashed into the wall behind me. I stopped to get my bearings and stumbled back the way I had come. I was having trouble dealing with the shock and my heart was racing and my breathing was labored. I thought I was having a heart attack. I made it out of the confining hallway and into the open living room. There, I fell to my knees and vomited all over the carpet. I wiped my mouth and got myself back to my feet. I looked back the way that I had come to see Rose, her eyes wide and her mouth working reaching out to me with one hand while the other held a towel to her nakedness. "Dad! Please don't leave! Let me talk to you. You need to listen and let me explain!" She was moving toward me while she pleaded with me. I couldn't take it. I ran to the front door and wrenched it open. I made it down the steps and to the car. "Move! Get me the hell out of here, now!" I slammed the door shut and willed June to make the car move faster. I wanted out of there before I had to look at my daughter again. I couldn't look at her. I may not ever look at her again. June backed out of the drive using the maneuver taught to us in academy: she twisted the wheel as she left the driveway and shifted into drive as she spun around facing the open street. Well done! I never looked back. June said nothing as she drove us back to the precinct. She knew what happened as soon as she saw me come out of the house. I think she later said that Rose had appeared in the doorway with the towel still around her. Since the car didn't belong to Rose or to me, she put two and two together pretty easily. June finished up the report on the homicide we were attending and made all the right noises to the bosses and we checked out for 'personal time'. June made it clear that we were taking the time and 'no f-in bosses had better nib their white noses where they don't belong'. God bless her. We went to Donavan's, a bar and grill that we both used a lot and she got us a booth in the back. She got a couple of beers and settled down for an 'intervention' as she called it. She just waited for me to talk. I began to talk about Laci. "I never told you the story of my wife Laci and me. You know she died but you didn't know that we were separated when she did. We had been separated for just over 2 months when she was diagnosed with cancer. By the time they found it she was only given 6 months to live." I stopped for a minute. I never told anyone this story before. Only Rose and I knew about what happened and we never discussed it even between ourselves. It wasn't a happy story. It also explained why I didn't care much about anything or anyone too much. The pain from that time had never completely disappeared. "We were separated because I came home one afternoon early so damned sick. At the time I was a beat cop and I had one hell of a cold and a headache that was enough to make me blind and stupid. One of the guys offered to cover for me and I gladly accepted." "When I came home, I saw my friend's car in the driveway and wondered why he was there. I wondered if something was wrong. Jim and I had been friends forever. We went through grade school and high school together and remained friends ever since. I went in to see what was up." I had to stop again while I took a healthy swig of my beer. I signaled the waitress for another round. "When I got in the house, I saw no one in the downstairs so I went up the steps looking for Jim or my wife. I found them both together on the bed, him fucking the shit out of her and her yelling for him to put it to her. I'll never forget the picture of his hairy ass pounding into her while she had her legs wrapped around his ass and her arms around his back." I just stared at the wall until I could get my breathing back under control. Even after 11 years, I still almost lost it when I remembered. "I won't bore you with a lot of details. Just that I filed for separation the next day and the lawyers told me I needed to stay separated for 90 days before the divorce could be filed. I never talked to her about it and I told some friends to tell Jim to stay the hell out of my way or I would kill him. I think he moved away or something since I never saw him again." "Laci tried to get me to talk to her but I refused. I told her the last time I saw her that I didn't want to hear any of her reasons or excuses or anything else. I told her that I could never forgive her and that I wanted out of our marriage. She continued to try to talk to me but I stayed as far away from her as I could. Rose was only 14 at the time but I even avoided her. Maybe that was wrong, but I didn't care." "About two months into our separation, my attorney told me that Laci was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and the docs only gave her 6 months to live. He wanted to know if I still wanted to proceed with the divorce and I told him to let things go as they were. There was no need to go ahead with the divorce since she would not live to see the end of it anyway." "God, Sallie, I didn't know any of this. No wonder today almost killed you. To see this with your daughter after seeing it with your wife! My God, you poor man." She looked at me with pity in her eyes. "I never visited her in the hospital and never went to see my daughter during the time she was dying. Some people think that was cruel and maybe it was. But I couldn't bring myself to watch her die. I still loved her with all my heart and it was killing me to know that she was dying, but I still couldn't tell her what she wanted to hear." "The hospital called one afternoon and said that Laci had only hours to live and that she wanted to see me. I couldn't think of any reason to refuse so I agreed to see her. They urged me to come as soon as I could. I got there about an hour later. I went to her room and she was lying in bed, tubes and wires all over with Rose holding her hand." "I went to her side and pulled up a chair. She smiled a sad smile at me and reached for my hand. I let her take it. She asked Rose to give us some time alone. Rose left and Laci began to talk." "She told me that she and Jim had only been together about 4 times over a period of 5 years, and only after I made detective. It was only after something happened to make her or him vulnerable. She said that they originally became close because they both loved me and that later their shared love became something more. She said that both of them felt guilty every time they got together and that it was sometimes more that a year between times because of that. Eventually, I would be so deeply immersed in a case or he would have had something go wrong in his life and they finally got together. She said the time I found them together was after I had been working on a case that really made me withdrawn and depressed. I hadn't touched her for almost a month. Jim was there that day and it just happened. I listened but didn't feel much either way. It had been too much for me to accept." "I just let her talk without interrupting and she finally finished. She said that she was glad I had let her say what she needed to say. She said that she had two requests to make of me and asked me if I would hear her out. I said I would." Once more with the beer. The hard part was coming. "The first thing she said was 'Promise me that you will take care of Rose and make sure that she gets to college.' I agreed and said that I would give her everything I could and make sure that she got to college if that's what she wanted." "The second thing she said was 'Please, can you forgive me for what I did to you and to our marriage?' I told her no. She just looked at me and closed her eyes. She died hours later." "Rose didn't know what her mother and I talked about that day. She was not in the room so she didn't hear what her mother had asked me. She never asked me what we had talked about and I never told her what Laci had asked me." "How did you feel saying no and then watching her die? Was it bad for you and did you ever wish you had said something else?" June still felt bad for me. My answer would probably take care of that. "No, I never did and I felt nothing. I still don't. The only regret I have is not having killed that son of a bitch friend of mine. I often think of trying to find him and killing him even now." That made me think of something else. "Did you get the license number of that car in my drive? I forgot to even look at the car much less the plate?" "Of course I did, partner. Since when do I not run a strange plate when we see one? It belongs to a guy named Preston Martin, lives in St. Ives Place on Parker Drive. Want to pay him a visit?" I knew that she wanted to see who the shithead was. Maybe I did too, but not right now. I had to decide what to do. Did I go back to the house and act as if nothing had happened? What about Ted. Should I tell him what I saw? I knew that Rose would not let me alone. She would have to tell me why it wasn't important, why it wasn't what I thought it was, that it was the first time and all the other bullshit. I hadn't wanted to hear it from Laci and I didn't want to hear it from her. "I think I'll go home and face the music. I don't know how I am going to handle this but for tonight, I just want to go to bed and sleep. Ted will be home so Rose will not be able to get to me so easy. I'll just make it clear to her to let me be." I had June drop me at the precinct to get my car and drove home. It wasn't going to be my home much longer, that's for sure. I would move out as soon as I found a place to live. I told June that I'd start tomorrow looking. She and I could cover a lot of territory during the day. I went in the front door as usual and sure enough, there was Rose setting in the living room waiting for me. I looked at her and tried to make it clear without words that I wasn't in the mood. Didn't work. "Dad, you have to talk to me, right now. Ted is in the garage and he doesn't need to hear this from you. You don't know what is going on and you will just make things bad between Ted and I. I'm sorry you had to see that and I never meant for it to happen. Will you please just listen?" She got up while she was talking and came to me and took my hand in hers. "No, I will not listen to you and no I will not talk to Ted. That is between you and him just as it was between your mother and I. I never forgave your mother and I will not forgive you. I will be moving out as soon as I find someplace to live. Either way, I'll get my things tomorrow while you are at work. Between now and then, just leave me alone." I had not really let myself get angry but now I was. Why in the hell do these women think that they can just fuck whoever they want and we dumb males have to 'understand'?" "Please Dad, what will Ted think? If you leave, you will have to tell him why. What can you say to him that will be acceptable? Why can't you listen to me? Why won't you let me explain?" She was beginning to panic, thinking that I would ruin her perfect life. A good husband and a fuck buddy on the side. "What I saw today brought back what happened with your mother. She almost killed me with her cheating. The pain is still with me today and every day of my life. Why would you do the same thing? You don't love Ted: cut him loose and spare him this pain. If you do love him, why would you cheat? What you are doing is betraying him and your marriage. There is no acceptable reason for doing it and no excuse that means a damn." I never thought she was stupid but this was proof that I was wrong. "But you forgave mom. You didn't divorce her and you were with her at the end. I know you loved her even after what she did." I paused for a minute. Maybe it was time. "I made up my mind 11 years ago that I wouldn't tell you what your mom and I talked about just before she died but you made me change my mind. I'm going to tell you the last thing your mother and I said to each other just before she died. She asked me to forgive her for what she did to our marriage and to me. I told her I wouldn't. That was the last thing I said to her: I told her No! She died soon after that. You are my daughter, the daughter I loved and to whom I gave the best I had to give. This is what you turned out to be: a cheating slut, just like her!" She began to cry and her shoulders shook with her grief. Grief my ass: she was just afraid that she was going to be in trouble now that she had been caught. A thought occurred to me. "Who the hell is Preston Martin that lives on Parker Drive? What did he do to get a piece of you?" "He's just someone I work with. How did you know who he was? Did you check up on him? He's nobody and you leave him alone! This is my fault, not his." "I'll do what the hell I choose. You have no right to question what I do. You lost that right today. You worry about your husband if you still give a shit about him. He is a good man and he deserves a whole lot better than you." With that, I turned and went to my room and shut the door. I also locked it, the first time I ever did that. I would just stay here tonight and leave before they were awake tomorrow. I ignored the knock on my door a few minutes later and just told her to go away and leave me alone. She finally gave up and left. I packed my clothes, read for an hour or so and went to bed. Surprisingly, I slept. I was up and gone by 6 the next morning. Neither one of them was up so I got away clean. I went to a diner for breakfast and coffee and picked up a paper to look for rentals. I found a couple that looked promising. I used my cell to make a couple of calls and had two lined up to look at this morning. I'd get Ruth to go with me. We would have time. I felt better having something to do that would make a difference. At least to me. By 10:30 that morning I had a place to live. Being a cop made a big difference; nobody bothered to check references and they all seemed happy to have a cop on site. I guess they knew where I could be found if I reneged on the rent. I went by the house and no one was home so I got most of my things and packed the rest in boxes to be picked up later. By the time Rose got home, I was gone. Ruth and I went about our business and we got some breaks on the case we were working and we made a collar that afternoon. From here on, it was just hard work to pin everything down. We went to it and time passed quickly. By quitting time, we had accomplished a lot and we went out to celebrate. I bought this time and we stayed till almost closing time. Ruth was fun and single so she had no one to answer to. She often left me for some guy she met but not tonight. We parted and I went to my new apartment. Rose made several attempts to contact me over the next two weeks but I avoided her without too much trouble. I had a lot of friends and they covered for me without any questions. I just let it be known that I was on the outs with my family and would rather be left alone. That's all it took. It was made easier since she didn't have my new number and I had it unlisted. I kept my cell on but didn't take her calls. It was probably about 6 weeks later that Ted came to the precinct to meet me and ask if he could talk to me. I told him sure and to meet me after shift at Donovan's, the bar and grill I liked. He agreed and I worked till quitting time. I told Ruth that I was going to meet with my son and I would see her tomorrow. She looked at me as if to ask if I was OK with that and I just shrugged. It was about 6:30 when Ted came in. He joined me and I ordered him a beer. Ted wasn't much of a drinker but he did like a cold beer now and then. Ted was an estimator for a contractor who worked on large projects, several out of the country. That is why Ted had to travel so much. Usually, it was only a day or two at a time, but it could be fairly often. "Can I ask why you moved out, Pop? Rose wouldn't tell me and I have no clue. Did I do something wrong to make you go?" He obviously had no idea. I was not surprised that Rose never told him what was up. "I won't tell you why I left except to say that it was on Rose and not on you. I have no beef with you." I wasn't going to lie to him but the truth was up to Rose. "She is beside herself and cries all of the time. I can't make things better if I don't know what is wrong. She won't talk to me and she says you wouldn't tell her why you left." "Well, I'll tell you this much. She is lying through her teeth. She knows exactly why I left and I told her as much the same day. You were home but in the garage so she and I had it out then." Now I was getting mad. She could cheat on her husband and that was between her and him, but to lie to him about me made me mad as hell. I was tempted to tell him the truth but decided it was not my business. The Cop We sat there for two more beers while Ted talked to me about their marriage and how good it had been up until the day I left. He still thought I had some part in her mood but I told him again that what she and I discussed was between her and me and had nothing to do with anything he did. If she was upset with him, that had nothing to do with me. He knew me well enough to know that I wouldn't lie about something like that. He left and I sat there for 10 minutes, getting madder and madder. What nerve she had putting her guilt trip on me. I decided to call her right then and there. I got up and went over to a booth and dialed her number at home. Ted wouldn't be there for another 20 minutes. "Hello? Dad, is that you? I recognize your cell number. Where are you and why won't you talk to me?" She started right in as if it was her turn to talk. Bullshit! "Listen, you selfish bitch. You told Ted that you didn't know why I left. He still thinks it is my fault that you are depressed and treating him like shit. Well, stop it right now or I will have a talk with him that you don't want me to have." A couple of beers and my righteous anger were in full swing. "How can you talk to me like that? You left me and didn't give me the time of day. You are the one that made things so bad. You really hurt me when you left me." She had a sob in her voice that made me sick. "You cheating, lying bitch! Tell your husband what you did and be honest for a change. He deserves to at least know who and what he married. Maybe he can forgive you: I can't and won't!" With that I keyed the end button and turned my cell off. Now she had made me really angry, just like her mother. Two of a kind. I decided that tomorrow I would find out what I could about Preston Martin. He and I needed some time alone to just talk. I couldn't wait for that chat to happen. With that, I decided to go home to my nice little abode. I really enjoyed being alone. Sure enough, the next day I pulled up a search on Mr. Martin. Seems he wasn't employed at the place where Rose worked as she had told me. In fact, he had a rap sheet a mile long, mostly extortion and various scams. He was up to something and I was going to find out what. I clued Ruth into what I found and we cleared some time with the Lt. to check this guy out. I didn't tell the Lt why, just showed him the rap sheet and said we had a snitch that suggested this guy might know something of value in our homicide. So I lied, so what. We went to his last known address and knocked on the door to the apartment listed on the mailbox as his. He answered, dressed in a sweatshirt and pants. He looked like he had been exercising, probably to keep his buff body to seduce women. I asked him if we could come in and he said no. I just pushed past him and went into his apartment. It was a dump: small, dirty and papers strewn all over the floor. There were dirty dishes in the sink and a stink from it that almost made me gag. "Set down shithead. I have some questions for you that I want answers to. I suggest you think carefully before you answer." I pushed him down in the only chair in the room and stood in front of him, just out of reach. "I'm not answering anything, you dumb shit. You don't have a warrant and I don't have to answer you." He was going to be that way. Good. I slapped him across the face, hard! His head snapped back and his eyes rolled back in his head. He groaned and put his hand to his burning cheek. "You can't do that! I'll sue!" He was looking a little wild now. "Do what? Ruth did you see someone do anything?" Good cop, bad cop. "See what? I just saw this nice man who invited us into his apartment saying how he wanted to cooperate." She smiled at him so sweetly. If only he knew. "First question asshole. How do you know Rose Wilder? What are you doing fucking her behind her husband's back? How did you get to know her?" I started there since that was the $64K question. "I don't know what you mean. I don't know a Rose Wilder. I have no idea of what you are talking about." Wrong answer again. I kicked him in the shins and brought my knee up to his face when he bent over in agony. Not hard, just enough to bring some blood. Blood often scares brave people. "You're crazy! You bloodied my nose. I'll sue you for all you've got. I'll sue the city too and you'll be fired." Ah, the foolishness of the righteous. "You'll be dead if you don't answer my question. I don't think dead men sue too well." I reached down and pulled him to his feet. I pulled my weapon and placed the barrel against his temple. "Are you sure you don't want to reconsider?" With the gun to his head, he began to cry like a little baby. He sobbed and blubbered and begged me not to shot him. I just held the gun to his head and asked him again. "Tell me about Rose Wilder. What were you doing fucking her. You are a scumbag and you have an agenda. What is it?" I knew he would talk now. "She works at a bank downtown. She is one of the managers that have the key to the safe deposit vault. I want the key and she has it. I was going to figure where she kept it and steal it. The best way in was to let her think I really loved her and wanted her body. She bought it hook, line and sinker. Her old man must be a real wimp because she was easy." It was about what I thought. He was a scam artist; she worked at the bank and the two made a full house. She was just stupid enough to fall for it. I didn't even feel sorry for her. She deserved to be made a fool of. I did feel sorry for Ted though. He was a decent guy. "OK, scumbag. Here's the deal. You are done with Rose Wilder, you are done with your scam at the bank and, if you even attempt another scam in my town, I'll take you down. No questions asked, no lawyers, no jail, just you and me. Got it?" I moved the weapon to his mouth and pushed the barrel against his teeth. "I hear you. No problem. Just let me be and I'll give you no trouble. I swear!" I turned to Ruth and asked if she wanted to say anything to him. She just walked over to him, smiled and slapped him across the face. She took his face in her hands and asked him if he wanted to screw her too. It was too funny to watch him cringe from his woman. We left and went back to our car. We were back at the house 20 minutes later. As we climbed the stairs to our desks, she asked me if I would really kill him. I told her I wouldn't think of it and she laughed. She knew I would without a second thought. Things went on like that for the next several months. Nothing changed and Rose and Ted must have gone on somehow. I talked to Ted from time to time, but not Rose. I kept a tab on Preston Martin and knew he was not messing up, at least where I could find it. As a follow up, I put a trace on my old friend Jim Wilson. I thought it wouldn't hurt to know what had happened to him. It took less than an hour to locate him. He had moved to a town just down the interstate from here and was living with some broad. Seems he had been married twice and divorced twice. Apparently, once he married them, he got tired of them pretty quick. Same old Jimmy. Shortly thereafter, I got word that Rose had been promoted at the bank where she worked. I was only mildly interested, but I watched Preston more carefully after that and sure enough, I found out that he had made contact with Rose again. I wasn't surprised. I just watched and waited. One afternoon, I got a call from a patrol in the neighborhood where Rose lived to tell me that Preston's car was there. I had given his name and plate number to the patrols that were in his neighborhood and in my daughter's neighborhood. He couldn't go anywhere in those areas that I didn't know about. I told June that I had a personal errand to run and I took a car to Rose's place. I watched for an hour while his car stayed there. I watched him come out of the front door and saw him take Rose in his arms and kiss her. She kissed him back. I just stayed there till he left. I drove back to the precinct and turned in the car. I finished my shift and went to Donovan's with June afterwards as usual. Actually, I spent every evening at Donovan's and had since Rose left for college. Once my promise to Laci was finished, I had very little left in my life that I cared about. We talked about nothing for a while and then I went home. After I had some dinner, I went to the phone and dialed Rose's phone number. When she answered, I simply told her it was me and that I was outside her house today. She went quiet and then asked what I wanted. "Did you talk to your husband yet? Did you tell him the truth about your cheating on him?" "Of course, I didn't. Why would I do that? You aren't going to say anything to him. I won't let you!" No remorse, just anger and selfishness. I hated this. Without another work, I hung up. I got in my car and I drove over to their house. Ted's car was there so I went to the door and knocked. Ted answered and I asked if I could come in and talk to him. He said sure and welcomed me. I entered just as Rose came into the living room. She saw me and immediately panicked. "Dad, what are you doing? You can't do this, please don't!" She turned to Ted and said, "He's going to fill your head with lies. Just don't listen to him. He's mad at me for something and he is trying to make you mad too." She was shaking her head back and forth willing me to keep quiet. "Let's set down, Ted. I have something you need to know." I walked past Rose and went to what used to pass as 'my chair'. "Rose, you can either stay and keep your mouth shut or leave. Either way, Ted is going to hear the truth." I waited to see what she would do and she went running to her bedroom and slammed the door. I told Ted the truth about Rose and what she had been doing with Preston Martin. I finished with today and told him the time Preston had been here. I also told him about the scam that Preston was running and that he was just using Rose to get something he could use to rob or rip off the bank. Rose knew nothing about the scam but was however, a willing participant in the sexual part. Preston had to do nothing except seduce her and he said that was the easy part. I watched the pain on his face and it took me back to my own past. I knew just what he was feeling. "I don't know what you want to do but I am going to take care of Mr. Martin. He is no longer your concern. I know what you are going through since Rose's mother did the same thing to me. That's why we were separated when she died." "Did you ever forgive her, Pop?" He looked at me with pain in his eyes, looking for something to hold on to. I had to do to him, what I did to Laci. "No, I didn't forgive her and I don't regret it. I loved her to the day she died but I couldn't forgive her. I don't recommend that path for you, but I had no choice." I left them to work it out any way they could. I had something to take care of. I knew what I needed to do. The next day, I called in sick and had them switch the call to June. When she answered, I gave her some things to do for me and told her I would call her back later. I wanted to be sure everything was in place for what I was going to do. I called my daughter. She answered after about 5 rings and sounded like death warmed over. She didn't say anything when I told her it was me. I had some things I needed to say to her. "I know you hate me but I want to say some things that you couldn't understand until now. The first thing is that Preston is an asshole that was out to get you to help him steal money from your bank. I thought he was under control but you got a promotion and his greed took over. I told Ted about him and told Ted not to worry about him anymore. You shouldn't either. Even if you care for him, forget him!" "The second thing is that I never forgave your mother for cheating on me but I should have. The thing I hated was that she lied to me and cheated on me, doing it so that I would never know what she was doing. That was the worst part: not knowing and being shut out of a part of her life. If you love your husband, don't do that." "Finally, her cheating destroyed me. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think of her and miss her and know that she destroyed my life. Even if she hadn't died, I would have had to live with what she did and knowing that I couldn't forgive her would have driven me crazy." "I can't forgive what you have done to Ted. You did the same thing she did and I feel the pain of betrayal just as much as if she were alive and doing it again. I don't expect you to understand that but I raised you after she died and I tried to teach you right from wrong. I failed miserably. You were just as wrong as she was. I believe you are a punishment that she left for me." I had said what I wanted. I would give her some time to respond, but I really didn't care what she said now. It was too late. "Ted will probably not forgive me either and I don't blame him. I didn't realize just how wrong I was until I saw his eyes last night when I came out of the room. He was just sitting there in the dark. I turned on the lights and that's when I saw him. He was a defeated, broken man and it was my fault. It was then that I finally realized what I had done." She started to sob into the phone. I am afraid I wasn't moved. "Ted told me about Preston. I lied when I said he worked at the bank with me but you probably knew that. I keep forgetting you are a detective. I just think of you as a dumb cop." She always said that. I think it was her way of putting me down for the way I treated her mother before she died. "I don't know what's going to happen to me now. I will try to make it up to Ted but I don't know how. How do you make something like that up to someone? I guess you couldn't think of a way either." She paused and I didn't say anything. I just waited. I was in no hurry. "Dad, I apologize for all of this. I know I cheated on your trust as well as on Ted's. I knew what mom did and I did it too but I now realize how wrong I was. I know that the pain I caused both you and Ted is the hardest thing to take. I did that and I will forever regret it. I have only to look into his eyes to wish that I were dead. I'll never forget that look. I think I see it in your eyes sometimes when you aren't paying attention. Does it ever go away?" "I can't speak for Ted, but for me, it never did. I love her as much today as I did when I married her. Maybe she can forgive me even though I didn't forgive her. I think maybe she knows I have been lying all this time: I did forgive her. Goodbye Rose, and good luck to you and Ted." "What do you mean goodbye? What are you going to do?" I think she suspected something. With that I hung up. I had done what I could. I made a trip that night to a little town about 25 miles away. There I visited my old friend Charlie and convinced him to take a ride with me. I took him to a nice little cabin that I had rented and got him settled in while I went to get some other things. We had a lot to talk about and I wanted us to be comfortable when we did. I left him and went to see Preston Martin. I talked with him and suggested he meet my other friend. I thought the more the merrier. He agreed and we went back to the cabin. I introduced them and told them that they had much in common. They had both been very important people in my life and I wanted them to know that. I explained to them just what they meant to me. One had ruined my life and one had ruined my son's wife. We talked about that for most of the time. We all spent the night in my little cabin and I thoroughly enjoyed my time with them. I hadn't had this much fun in years. I don't think they enjoyed it nearly as much but they made it fun for me. I called Ruth the next morning to tell her where I was and what I was going to do. I had sent her an email explaining it all and wanted to be sure she got it. She did and she wanted to talk to me. She kept saying that I needed to calm down and talk to her first before I did anything I would regret. I knew what she was doing and knew that she couldn't have the locals here for at least another hour. "Listen, partner. You were the best thing that happened to me in the last two years. I enjoyed working with you and you are a hell of a detective. Don't give me grief about this: you know I have to do it. I need to punish myself for what I did to Laci. If I had just told her that I forgave her before she died, it would have been OK. But I didn't and now I need to do this." "Do you think she will forgive me now? I don't think so, but I hope she will. Goodbye and good luck and I love you like a sister." I hung up quickly. I had just over 45 minutes to do what I had to do. I went back into the cabin to my friends Preston and Charlie. I think you remember Charlie, my wife's lover and once my best friend? They were both setting patiently at the table. Of course the rope I used to tie them to their chairs was a big help there. I removed the gags in their mouths so that they could talk to me. After a few minutes of yelling, I decided they weren't going to say anything interesting so I put the gags back in place. I would do the talking. "Charlie, I hated you so much that I took it out on my wife. She wasn't any more to blame than you were but you chickened out and ran away. You left her to deal with me all alone. Since I blamed both of you and you weren't there, I just shut her out. I couldn't forgive her because I couldn't confront you to ask you why you did that to me. I was your best friend and I trusted you totally. After all these years, I want to fix that." I turned to Preston. "I told you that I wanted you to stay away from my daughter. I warned you and you ignored me. You went back when you heard of her promotion. Your greed got the best of you and that's unfortunate. I know you know what's going to happen. But I did warn you didn't I?" I looked at them setting there. These two men were predators, the worst kind. They caused incredible pain and didn't care. Without another word to them, I raised my service weapon and fired one shot into each of their foreheads, right between the eyes. It was clean with hardly any blood. I was disappointed in how quickly it was over. I should have gut shot them, but I am not a cruel man. They both died instantly. Neither suffered the pain that they had caused others. I looked at the clock on the wall. I had about 10 minutes left before the locals that Ruth had called got here. She knew what they would find and I had given her my confession so that there would be as little fuss as possible. I had also sent her my will in which I left everything I owned, which actually was a sizable sum, to Rose. The only stipulation was that she be married to Ted. If he divorced her, the money would go to him. I kind of liked that. He had full control and could really punish her if he wanted to. It was a small thing but it was at least an appropriate weapon for a cuckold, the only one he had. I talked to Laci then. I told her I forgave her and that I loved her and always had. I hoped that she would forgive me for what I had done but I knew that some believed suicide was a sin. Oh, well. I had to take a chance that she would run interference for me. She said she loved me. I guess I would find out. I raised the gun and put the muzzle against my temple. I whispered goodbye to Laci and pulled the trigger. The end. The Cop It was a hot night. I had a few beers and was speeding down the freeway for a weekend of fun. There was no car on the road, so I floored the gas, doing almost seventy. Then I heard it, the siren. Then the red and blue light. Shit, I thought, just what I needed. The cop sped in front of me and gestured for me to pull over. I did. He then walked slowly towards my car, not in a hurry. He was wearing dark glasses, although it was late. He hadn't taken off his motorcycle helmet. He was a big guy, very muscled, with a trim waist. In spite of the bad situation, I was horny. I had a thing for cops. I hoped he wouldn't notice my hardon. I pulled down my window. "Officer?," I said. "You in a hurry or something there?" he asked me. "'Coz doing seventy on the freeway...that's gonna get you in trouble" he said. He had a hot voice too. Sexy and threatening. I wanted to hear him talk dirty to me all night as he made me do filthy things. "I'm real sorry, Sir," I said. I put on a flirty smile. Then, he noticed the huge bag of grass on the passenger seat, right on top of a pile of Honcho magazines. Shit!!! "Give me that," he ordered. Red-handed, I gave him the huge bag of marijuana I'd been planning to use in my weekend of fun. He hefted it about. "You know, I should probably bring you in for this shitload of grass..." he said. Shit. "Please, Sir, um, can you waive it off just this one time sir..?". I flashed him my most innocent smile. He chuckled and leaned in toward me through the window. "You want me to let you off, huh?" he asked softly. "You gotta suck my cock for that." I grinned. Talk about a turn for the better. I pouted like a slut. "My cocksucker's all yours, Sir." I opened the door. He was unzipped his fly and pulled out his hard cock. I was gonna blow him right there on the dark freeway. I was excited as hell. I got on my knees and squeezed his hard cock, then I stuffed it into my gaping mouth, sucking hard. "Yeah suck it. Hard. SUCK it harder!" he said. "Yeah.. bounce your head up and down. Suck that cock. Lick the head...yeah....oh yeah, like that, yeah lick my cock head! Mm that feels so fuckin good. SUCK me." His hot verbal abuse increased the filthy excitement of that roadside blowjob. We were in full view of any car which happened to cruise by. I was so excited I was squirming to touch myself. The cop then began to fuck my mouth, his rough hands on either side of my jaw, ramming my mouth down onto his cock again and again. When he came, my mouth was stuffed so full of cock that his cum spilled out down my chin. He took out his cock and squeezed the last few drops on my face, smearing his cock on it, breathing hard. "Your mouth's a damn good fuck," he said. I grinned. My mouth felt spent and violated, and I loved it. "It sure makes me curious about your other hole." the cop said. I could barely contain my grin. Something told me it was gonna be a long, hot night. XXX In the cheap motel room, the cop ripped off his uniform. The man was a fucking gorilla. His huge pecs and abs were nice and hairy. I wanted to lick him all over, especially his incredibly big biceps. He yanked off his pants and his hard cock and balls burst out in a meaty, hairy explosion. The cop gripped his cock with his big hands. "I'm gonna fuck you all night," he said. I was so excited it was hard to get my clothes off. Horny as hell, I got on all fours on the bed and spread my gaping asshole wide open. I couldn't wait to get fucked by this huge cop. I heard the snap of condom as he stretched it to fit over his cock. The base barely reached the middle of his hard shaft. I was whimpering in lust as he spread me even wider and pushed his dick inside my gaping pink asshole with a sigh as I screamed in satisfaction. As soon as he got most of his cock inside he began to jam it in and out of my asshole. Fucking me from behind while spreading my asscheeks gave his cock total access. I screamed into the pillows as he fucked me hard, shouting "YEAH! YEAH! YEAH!." The bed rocked with the force of his thrusting, and the romm was filled with sounds of the forgotten porn flick playing on the tv, my yelps, his grunts and the sound of his big hands slapping my ass as he fucked it. Outside somebody was snickering and it turned me on even more to know he could hear us. I was gripped by the filthy thrill of being fucked by a hunky stranger in the middle of nowhere. I squeezed my eyes shut and savored the sensations – the strong weight of his thighs, the aggressive, burning thrust as his cock fucked inside my asshole and the delicious feeling like taking a shit as his cock slid out again...then in again, then out.....fuck yeah! Suddenly, the cop took out his cock and flopped on the bed. Man he looked so deliciously muscular and hairy on the white sheets. His cock was a thick arrow between his big thighs. My mouth ached to suck him off again but he had other plans. "Ride my cock," he said. Still horny as hell, I straddled his huge legs. It turned me on so bad to see my creamy, hairless legs against his tan, hairy ones. I eased myself onto his thick rod. My asshole was numb and sore from being fucked so hard and for so long. The cop grinned and sighed as I began to ride his cock, up and down, while my hands explored beneath the dense pelt of his manfur for his nipples. As I did all the work, the cop rolled himself a joint from my stash and lit it, smoking it as I rode his hard dick. He stuck his big third finger into my mouth for me to suck, and I reached beneath me to tickle his balls. Just as I was getting lost in the euphoria of the non-stop fuck, he threw me off his cock and he positioned me on the bed again, this time facing him. He hooked my legs across each of his massive shoulders to spread me as wide as he could and shoved his cock inside my asshole hard. I could hardly adjust to the pain as he fucked me again and again, each time harder and deeper than the last, working his cock into orgasm. The sheets gathered around his knees as he dug into the mattress, fucking me with animal force. It was like a bull fucking a deer. I gripped the bedpost bars for support and arched even wider. The bed was drenched in sweat. The cop's sweat matted into his body hair, making that manly stink of musk emanating from his armpits and balls. The delicious smell made me impossibly hornier, and more acutely aware of the hard assbanging I was getting. My mouth was dry and ached for cock. "I need to suck your cock now, hurry! I need to suck something!" I whispered to him. Irritated, he reached for his baton and let me suck on the smooth black pole. He was fucking me really hard now, his brows furrowed in concentration, his cock blurring in and out of my asscunt. Then suddenly, without warning, he withdrew and roared "Open your fuckin mouth!!!." He ripped off his rubber as i whirled behind. The first hot jet struck my eye, while the second spurt got inside my mouth. I spread my outh wide, my tongue stretched as low as possible as he came again and again inside my cocksucking mouth. Man, was this a weekend to jerk off thinking about for a long, long time! The Cop This is my take on another classic. Who hasn't had the fantasy of being pulled over by a sexy cop and then taken advantage of? :) I hope you all enjoy it. If you do, please leave a comment and don't forget to vote. It's the votes and comments that keep all authors going! * * * * * Click Here to listen. (23 min/mp3) * * * * * The Cop This night hadn't turned out at all the way Candace had been expecting. She raced down the 405 Freeway headed southbound coming from the San Fernando Valley back towards her own place in Hawthorne, California. Candace was so preoccupied with her thoughts that she was suddenly startled to find blue and red lights flashing in her rearview mirror. "Shit!" she exclaimed as she pulled over to get off of the freeway now that she was coming upon the Florence/Manchester Exit in Inglewood. When she'd pulled over to the curb in front of a gas station, she waited with some trepidation as some asshole looking White guy in a cop uniform came walking over towards her. Well, really, she couldn't see his face, but the way he was swaggering over told his whole story already. "Good evening ma'am. Do you know why I pulled you over?" Candace shook her head numbly, knowing full well all the time why this policeman had stopped her. However, she simply looked straight ahead out of her windshield the whole time, purposefully silent. In turn, from her periphery she could only slightly see, but more so feel, how he eyed her skeptically. Eventually, he proceeded to tell her, "You were speeding. You were going seventy-eight in a max sixty-five mile per hour zone." Again, Candace said nothing in reply. "License, registration and insurance," he then demanded in the midst of her extended silence. As Candace carefully reached over to her glove compartment with slightly shaky hands, she realized that the adrenaline was rushing through her body and that combined with the officer's watchful eyes upon her, it was all making her feel extremely anxious. She finally managed to retrieve her current registration and insurance documentation print-out from her glove box before she slowly reached into her purse to get her driver's license too. She tried her best to make sure that he could see she was only reaching in for her license just in case he was a trigger-happy cop. With all the stories in the news recently about overzealous cops that had mistakenly shot people, and usually White cops that had shot non-White victims, Candace's brown skin had long made her a believer in exercising due caution. Maybe it was a bit of that same paranoia now that made her tremble as she started to hand him over her documents. Then again, while Candace had never paid much attention to White men in general, when she finally looked up into the cop's face, his denim-colored eyes, straight aquiline nose and slightly full lips, nearly made her do a double take. The man was hot! He leaned into her car slightly as she gave him her papers. Her hand brushed his in an accidental, gentle graze, but the result of the quick skin-to-skin contact was electrifying. ~***~ Officer Tim Roberts had been a CHP Officer for the last five years. He'd gone into the force right after graduating from high school, and in the last year since he'd been patrolling the Culver City to Inglewood portions of the 405 Freeway, he'd made plenty of routine stops. Yet this one was completely different because the young Black woman he'd just pulled over for speeding was beautiful! He'd never particularly given a damn about a woman's skin color as long as he shared a mutual attraction with her, but so far, he'd only ever slept with White and Latina women. So this woman's caramel colored skin, along with her mostly honey-toned hazel eyes that were speckled with green, along with her long flowing sisterlocks that went to the middle of her back, was already doing something to him. Then there were her lush breasts that he was trying his best not to stare at directly, and he was willing to bet that she had flawless curves elsewhere too. He was already aware of the seductive pull this woman was stirring within him, and that was before they'd locked eyes. Then, as he leaned inside her driver's side window a bit to get her papers, at the same time that she inadvertently touched him, he also caught a whiff of something delicious that could only mean one thing. It turned out that the steady flow of her car's air conditioning was actually circulating the strong smell of her spicy arousal from underneath her skirt that came to about her mid-thighs as she was seated. The instant effect on Tim was his own arousal. As his erection started, it was almost like he was a teenager again, and he simply couldn't control it. As his cock lengthened and hardened, he looked directly into her eyes. ~***~ At about the same time that the cop's eyes seemed to glaze over, Candace caught the pungent, sweet twang wafting up from her own pussy. Shit! No wonder he was looking at her like that right now. She tried to feign that she hadn't noticed. "So where are you coming from anyway Miss..." he quickly looked down at her driver's license, "Miss Candace Hill?" Candace realized that as a cop he had no right to ask her a question like that. However, the man in him was simply being nosy and fishing for information about possible male competition accordingly. Yet even knowing all of that, she still felt compelled to answer. "Sylmar." "Oh? Coming back from seeing your boyfriend?" Yup. He was definitely fishing, but whether it was because she'd always been programmed to respect authority and he was the one with the badge here, or there was simply some other unknown reason, she continued to comply and answer him. "He's... he's not exactly my man. It's kinda complicated," she answered honestly. "I see," he answered and then pulled back from her window a little before he looked all around, almost as if he was making sure that they weren't being watched. "Drive over there, then make a right and drive all the way down to the end of the street," the cop told her, pointing to a darkened side street. On the one hand, Candace's initial gut reaction was to tell this guy hell no, and to just give her the damn speeding ticket so she could continue on her way home. Yet on the other hand, the problem was that going to see Mathias, her half Mexican, half Cuban booty call that she'd been doing for the last year, hadn't left her satisfied tonight -- as in, completely unfulfilled. See, Mathias was a super hard worker, a fact that his job had suddenly decided to exploit. So while the company he worked for had laid off part of their work force, to compensate for the loss of workers, they'd had employees like Mathias working longer and longer hours. Thus, instead of going to work at 8:00 A.M., now Mathias was going in at 4:00 A.M. and working until 7:00 P.M. when he used to get off from work at 5:00 P.M. Then they'd even given him an additional shift on Saturdays for another four to five hours and were thinking about giving him another four to five hour shift on Sundays too. The end result was that even though Candace had been waiting all week to go see him, so she could get some relief from the stress she carried after working at her own job, and she'd even made the 45-minute trek to go all the way out to Sylmar to go see him, Mathias was dead tired. Not only had he not been able to keep up an erection for long, he'd even fallen asleep on her before they were done! That definitely wasn't his usual M.O., but increasingly she felt like they'd been having these bedroom issues, and especially in the last two to three months as his workload continued to increase. So Candace had quickly gotten dressed before she quietly let herself out of his home, after he'd started to snore, and then got into her car and drove away. Whereupon she was feeling disgusted and slightly pissed, unsure of herself and her own sexual performance, but above all else, horny as hell but without an outlet to channel her frustrations -- sexual and otherwise. Now, a man, even if he was a stranger, was looking at with hungry eyes and all she wanted to do was uncover his broad chest, not to mention unsheathe all of his other male parts too, and then ride him until they both came... Candace quickly considered the possibilities. A flood of erotic images seized control of her mind that involved all the different things that could happen if she allowed the cop to take her over to that dark side street... Oh what the hell. Even though she hadn't even slept with anyone else since she and Mathias had made their little arrangement last year, it wasn't like she was committed to him. Besides, she was pretty sure that she wasn't the only woman that Mathias was sleeping with anyway. Why should she keep taking the scraps he was tossing her when someone else was right here and willing to give her a full five course meal instead? So Candace closed her eyes, briefly shielding herself from the intensity of the cop's gaze, and then nodded. ~***~ Tim was beginning to think that pretty Miss Candace Hill was going to tell him to go straight to hell when he'd boldly suggested she meet him on this side street. Even as he followed behind her vehicle with his squad car, he couldn't believe he'd had the balls to suggest it. He'd never blatantly abused his power like this before. Yet there was something so tantalizing about her smell that he knew he had to have her, taste her, own control of her body, at least for a little while. The very thought of her was driving him wild and made him even harder. Tim couldn't wait to sink his throbbing erection deep inside of her chocolate femininity... At the end of the street where they had parked, there was a dead-end cul-de-sac, and a huge fenced in plot of land where grass had grown waist high from neglect over the years. There were rumors of a construction project happening here soon for the last three years, but so far, nothing had ever happened. Tim had jokingly thought to himself that if he ever needed to dispose of a body, this would be the perfect place to do it. Now, however, that he needed privacy and this secluded place had been conveniently close, he'd thought of another use for this area too. So he parked, told dispatch he was taking a lunch break, and then turned his headlights off before he exited his vehicle and then locked it up. By the time he approached the only other vehicle over here, he worried that the lady he intended to fuck so thoroughly she'd still be able to feel his strokes tomorrow looked like she might be having second thoughts. ~***~ "What's wrong?" the cop asked. It was then that she could barely see his badge in the dim light cast from inside of her car onto it, but finally she made out that he was Officer Roberts. Candace looked up at him hesitantly. He took off his hat and then he opened her driver side door, so with her inside lights now illuminating his face, she realized that he was even handsomer, and younger, than she'd originally thought. She was only 26 herself, but she tended to date men that were older than her, which is why Mathias being 31 worked for her. "How... how old are you?" she asked cautiously, feeling her eyebrows and the bridge of her nose scrunch up a bit as she posed her question to him. "Twenty-three," he answered without hesitation. She thought at first he was at least the same age as her. Candace had never dated or had sex with anyone younger than her and so now, she wasn't sure how she felt about boning a guy that was three years her junior either. Yet the cocky way he carried himself, his deep, rich, baritone voice, his sexy, muscular, athletic body, in fact, everything about him very much shouted that he was indeed a grown ass man. So why was she so reluctant? Surely she couldn't be having a purely nonsensical moment in which she felt loyalty to Mathias? ~***~ She was stalling for too long. With too much more time for her to think about it, Tim was pretty sure that she'd lose her nerve and he'd also lose his opportunity with her. If the way his cock strained so hard against the front of his pants to get to her was any indication, he needed to be inside of her -- right now! He advanced slowly until he leaned over her and tossed his hat onto her passenger's side front seat, turned off her interior lights before he took her keys out of the ignition and tossed them onto her passenger's seat too. Then still in one smooth, continuous motion, as he moved back, he also grasped each of her arms lightly and pulled her slowly to her feet and towards him until he'd straightened back up fully. She was probably about 5'6", maybe 5'7", but she was still a lot shorter than his 6'1" and he held her in place with just enough gentle firmness to really remind her of who was in charge here. He'd been right too, she had a great ass -- nice and curvy and in all the right places! Then before she could do anything else, Tim kissed her. The kiss was hot, searing and demanding, even from the onset. He took her mouth with the kind of fierce, possessive forcefulness with which he intended to claim other parts of her body tonight too. Yet she didn't resist, even with the rough onslaught of his kiss; instead she seemed to welcome it as she almost melted into his body and she was clearly able to feel his very hard male appendage now. In reckless, nearly wanton abandon, she threw her leg up and around his waist and Tim took that time to grind their pelvis together, which was when he discovered that she wasn't wearing any panties. He broke their kiss then and looked her in her eyes before he sucked his middle and index fingers into his mouth. Once they were both wet with his saliva, he put his fingers inside of her at the same time. She was so tight, that it was a bit of a struggle at first, but eventually, after a while of him wiggling his two fingertips around in the entrance to her opening, she was so wet too, that he was able to push them all the way in. She gasped and then started to moan then. As Tim continued to move his fingers within her body faster and faster, she closed her eyes and tilted her face towards the moonlit sky. He loved the way she smelled, he loved the way her face contorted into the sexiest fuck faces as he finger banged her, and he loved the guttural sounds she made as he continued to pleasure her. ~***~ Very soon, Candace let out a loud, bellowed, "Oh fuck!" as she came on the cop's fingers. He stilled his rapidly moving digits as her body contracted around them. When she was done, she opened her eyes, now highly anticipating much more of what was to come tonight. Wordlessly, he moved to sit in her driver's seat. As he loosened up his belt and started to undo his pants she reached across him and opened her center console. She took out a small lavender drawstring bag and opened it so she could reach in to get out a condom and a small bottle of lubricant, just in case they needed it. She was already so wet that Candace doubted they would, but she wanted to be prepared. She handed him the condom and then tossed the little bag and tube of lube onto her passenger's seat. She pulled her tits out of the center opening at the top of her black halter dress before he pulled her on top so she could straddle him. She closed the door, but rolled down her back window a bit. Then as she was situating herself, he buried his face in her ample bosoms and then proceeded to lick and suck on her nipples. She was super worked up as he grabbed his cock and glided it all the way into her in a single long thrust. She threw her head back and worked her hips slowly, sensually, rocking him in and out of her. It felt amazing! As she continued to move, she looked over and had a brief burst of inspiration. She reached over and then put his hat on since for some reason it aroused her even further and seemed to simply amuse him. She couldn't help but notice that Officer Roberts had a thicker and longer reach than did her other lover, so when he suddenly gripped her hips to keep her frozen in place, and then pumped in and out of her swiftly, he ended up hitting a spot she hadn't even known was there inside of her before. Candace's eyes met the cop's. He smiled at her; a delicious and wicked sort of grin. ~***~ Tim had just discovered a sweet spot inside of Candace's succulent pinkness and he liked how hitting it a certain way made her eyes roll back into her head. He watched her face contently as he made her cum, over and over again. He was getting addicted to the intoxicating pleasure that was climbing higher and higher for both of them. "I bet your fuck buddy doesn't do you like I do, doesn't make you cum this hard. Does he?" She didn't respond, so he stopped moving and kept her hips held firmly in place so she couldn't really move either. "Answer me. Does he?" he demanded as he looked into her eyes. Candace was clearly in serious need of his continued strokes as she quickly shook her head and for some reason, Tim continued to hold her in place like that for another few lingering seconds as she started to squirm and whimper. Then once he was satisfied that she was telling him the truth, then and only then did he continue moving and allowing her to move freely again too, feeling like his cock had swollen even harder inside of her now. Tim held himself in check for as long as he could, but then Candace used her inner muscles to grip his shaft even tighter and that pleasurable punishment spelled the end for his self-control. With each thrust upward, she met him by shifting her hips down hard too until she was crying out, telling him how big the final O was about to be. The desperate desire in her voice pushed him even further over the edge as he grabbed her hair near the nape of her neck at the back of her head, gripping it tightly into his fist, being sure to keep his hat firmly in place on her head in the process. As soon as she finally released the tidal wave orgasm that threatened to consume both of them whole, he let go too and shouted out his own release until he was totally spent. Eventually, he let go of her hair and then Candace collapsed on top of him, laying her head on his shoulder. They were both panting and sweating and now their limbs were intertwined. ~***~ After they'd cleaned up and set their clothes back right, Officer Roberts was standing outside of her car and telling her, "I'm gonna let you off with a warning this time Miss Hill, but next time, make sure you follow the law and stay within the required speed limit, okay?" Candace simply nodded, a slightly coy grin playing about her full, swollen lips. His kisses had been just as brutal as they had been hedonistic and gratifying. "Alright Officer Roberts and thank you." He tipped his hat to her in an old school gesture of acknowledgement. "Alright ma'am. You have a good night," with that he turned and walked back to his CHP cruiser. "Well, good thing this night ended up way better than I thought it was going to," Candace said aloud to herself as she went along her way, finally driving herself back home.