Chapter 5
Sara Johnson was three months post-divorce and horny. At thirty-six years old, she was done with playing the good girl after leaving her sexless marriage and had just spent the evening literally charming the pants off of her date.
They had agreed to meet at a local bar, and after a few drinks, she coerced him into fucking her in a bathroom stall in the ladies room. He had been an okay lay—a little on the small side—but she left still feeling the need to feed the monster between her legs. She wanted more. But it was late, so as she headed home, she resigned herself to a night alone with her vibrator.
Desperate times, she thought. She decided to take the long way home and turned down a long, winding, and semi-deserted road—or so she thought. A half mile after her turn, she saw blue lights flashing behind her. Shit! Where the fuck did he come from? She pulled over, put the car in park, and readied herself. She had a few drinks tonight, and she figured she might need all her assets to get out of this one without going to jail. She unbuttoned the top three buttons of her tight-fitting blouse—effectively exposing her six-month-old boob job that had taken her from a B-cup to DD's.
Her surgeon had performed a fabulous job, and they were spectacular. She hiked up the hem of her already short denim skirt and tossed her long hair over one shoulder. As she watched in her side mirror, she saw the hulk of a cop step out of his cruiser. He was large, dark, and handsome—just her type. Big men like him almost always swung a huge dick…or so she had found in her recent sexual exploits since her divorce.
As he strode toward her vehicle with his flashlight beam pointing ahead, she caught a glimpse of his impressive package that hung down his left leg. "Fuck me now," she mumbled under her breath as she reached for her driver's license. When he reached her driver's side door, he tapped on the window, and she pushed the button to lower it.
He leaned down and smiled, his shaven head shining in the moonlight, and said, "Good evening, ma'am. License and registration, please." He looked to be in his forties—and a delightfully yummy package of masculine sex on a stick. She handed him her license and flipped down the visor to retrieve her vehicle registration—handing it to him as she asked, "Was I speeding, officer…Ward?" He shone his flashlight into the vehicle, illuminating her exposed voluptuous cleavage before traveling down to her hiked-up skirt, which revealed her long, curvy legs. "You rolled through a stop sign about a mile back. Have you been drinking tonight?" he asked as he leaned closer to her face. She smiled weakly and replied, "I had a date tonight…not a good one. I had three glasses of wine over the course of a few hours back at Percy's bar." She batted her long lashes, turned on her sexy smile, and pleaded, "Come on, Officer Ward—I just live five miles from here. Isn't there anything I can do to convince you to let me slide this time?" "Miss Johnson, I'm going to have you turn off your vehicle and step out." She sighed heavily as she complied, turning off the motor before unbuckling her seatbelt and opening the door. His flashlight remained trained on her as she stepped out—hiking up her skirt further and lingering with her left foot on the ground as she stepped out of the car. Her bare pussy was visible as she sat with her long legs spread wide apart as she exited the car. Once she opened the door, she got a good, long look at what Officer Ward was packing—and it wasn't just a gun.
His thick length hung a good eight inches down his left leg, and seemed to be calling her name. "Walk to the back of your car, please. I need to run your license," he said gruffly. She sashayed slowly to the rear of her car and waited while the officer sat in his cruiser and ran her license. After a few moments, he turned off his lights, and she breathed a sigh of relief, figuring that meant he was going to let her go with a warning.
He returned to her car, tossed her license into her front seat, and then approached her as she stood at the rear of the car. "Miss Johnson, please turn and face the trunk of the car with your hands on the trunk." For a moment, she felt panic rising in her chest—until he began to frisk her. It was then that she knew her vibrator was going to spend a lonely night in her nightstand. He pushed her roughly against her car, spread her legs with his foot, knelt behind her, and began to slide his hands up the inside of her thighs until they reached her bare pussy. She drew in a breath when his fingertips grazed the soft skin there and waited—longing for more.
He stood and reached around her, pulled up her shirt, and slid his large hands slowly up her stomach until he reached her braless tits. When his fingertips brushed against her erect mounds of flesh, he leaned down and whispered in her ear. "I need you to blow—so I know it's safe to let you go with a warning." She replied breathlessly, "I'll blow anything you need—or want." When she heard his handcuffs jingle, her heart began to beat harder—the anticipation of what was coming overcoming her. He quickly and expertly grabbed her hands, pulled them behind her back, and cuffed them together.
Then he pulled her off the trunk and led her back to his cruiser. With both vehicles' lights turned off, they could see another car coming from miles away—something he knew all too well. He opened his back door and shoved her down on the edge of the seat. Her eyes flashed with desire when she saw him begin to unbuckle his pants and lower them, allowing his massive black cock to spring free. It was a beautiful sight—thick and long with a hint of precum on the swollen head glistening in the moonlight. He placed his hands on each side of her head and instructed, "Take it."
She opened her mouth, allowing him to thrust his ample manhood inside. He wasted no time and shoved it to the back of her throat—causing her to gag and tears to stream from her eyes. He groaned, "There you go…take it all. Suck that dick." She caressed the underside of his throbbing cock with her tongue as he forced it deeper and deeper into her open mouth—sometimes blocking her airway. She moaned as he penetrated her orally, taking all of him that her body would allow. He reached down—ripping open her blouse and exposing her naked breasts. "God, those tits…" he groaned in appreciation.
She felt his cock suddenly swell, and he pulled out of her mouth, took it in one of his large hands, and began stroking it frantically. Her pussy was dripping wet as she watched the head expand and heard him say in a low, deep growl, "Keep your mouth open for me." His ejaculate exploded from his cock—squirting onto her massive tits and her throat. He feverishly stroked it within his tight grip, then pulled her mouth to it—forcing it into her throat and spilling the remainder of his hot cum into her mouth. She sucked like a woman possessed—draining every last drop of him as he groaned, "Fuck yes…suck it whore…swallow it all." His legs began to quiver when she finished him—quenching her thirst and moaning as she did so. When the last pulsating wave of orgasm passed, he stepped back and pulled his pants up—fastening them and his belt. She looked at him incredulously.
"You are seriously gonna leave me hanging?" He smiled as he replied, "That pussy throbbing for my big cock?" "Uncuff me. You have my address. You can come by after your shift ends and take care of it." He laughed. "My shift ended an hour ago." He pulled her from the car, uncuffed her, and said, "Lead the way." They soon arrived at her house, and she led the way to her bedroom.
She turned to him and said, "Let me jump in the shower. You get that big cock ready for me." As she showered, he stripped down—piling his clothes and tactical belt into a neat pile in a chair in the corner of the room. Then he waited. When she walked back into the room, she was wearing nothing but a smile as her damp hair dripped water down her body. When he grabbed and lifted her, his chocolate skin was a sharp contrast against hers. He tossed her onto the bed, flipping her onto her back and spreading her legs wide with his massive hands. He knelt between them, and his tongue found her delicious slit—wet with arousal. As he flicked his tongue against the underside of her clitoris, her head fell back, and "Oh god!" came quickly. When his cock had surged to full glory from his feast, he lowered himself between her legs, hovering the engorged head at her opening. "Give it to me—now!" she growled.
He obliged, ramming it inside her willing pussy—forcing himself to the deepest part of her and groaning as he did so. "Yessss—that's it. Give me all of that dick!" As his thrusts became more forceful and his pace quickened, she felt her stomach tighten and allowed her pleasure to crash through her body—defiling everything in its path. He fucked her harder, groaning, "Scream for me," as he plunged into her wetness—drawing squirting orgasms from her. When she could hold back no longer, she screamed out, and his primal need was fulfilled. His climax burst forth from his cock as he clenched his ass in spasms of orgasmic pleasure. His cum filled her pussy as he pumped into her one last time with a guttural scream of, "Aaaaaaaaaah, fuuuuuuuck!" as his orgasm peaked.
He fell onto her body—his breathing hard—leaving his cock in its new favorite place…for the moment. She laughed as she said, "I hope you don't have any plans for the rest of the night—because I have been a bad girl. I need to be punished, and I think you are just the man for the job." He never looked at her but replied, "Let me get my handcuffs."
