"You want your dick sucked? I'm your boy."

From Create Your Own Story

The cop's jaw clenches, and you hold your breath. Finally, the man lets out a long breath, and then turns off the main road. You wait, biting your lip, but realize that you're now heading away from downtown, and by increments you start to relax. Off one of the main highways, he pulls onto a sideroad and behind a large billboard - a place, you figure, where the cops normally set up a speed trap during the day.

His gaze meets yours again as he turns off the car, and then he gets out. When he comes around to your side and opens the door - you realize there's no handle for you to operate back there - you rise awkwardly out of the car. He looms over you - you realize he's a lot taller than you, and a lot stronger.

"Turn around," he says. You comply, mute. A moment later he's taking your hands and you feel handcuffs snap around your wrists.

"Just so we're clear about you not taking off," he says, and turns you around again.

You nod. Your dick is getting hard again - first the bear, being so masculine and in-charge, had you reacting like a cheap whore, and now this cop, cuffing you - you didn't know you could feel like this. Or that you'd enjoy it.

He unzips in front of you, his dark eyes never leaving yours as he undoes his belt and parts his fly. He's wearing plain gray cotton boxers, and he tugs his cock free from the fly. You can't help but lick your lips - he's got an uncut dick, and even in his thick pubic hair and without being hard you can see he's got a lot of inches below his belt.

"Well?" he says.

You slide down onto your knees, and get under his dick, slurping it into your mouth. You can hear the cop breathe as you start to slick and suck, rubbing your face against his thighs a little as you get his long cock into your mouth. He starts to harden, and your first guess is soon proven correct - the man has a big fucking dick, and he's a grower. The harder he grows, the deeper you have to swallow his meat, and it's not long before you're struggling a bit with the cop's cock.

His hands land on your head, and he starts to slowly thrust his cock into your face. You swallow his length with little gags and chokes, and soon your spit is running down your chin. His cock is musky, sweaty from a long day of work, and the taste makes you moan around his length. His hands tighten in your hair, and his rhythm picks up. He breathes louder, his strong hands holding your head tight as he fucks your face with more urgency. Your eyes water, and you look up at him, feeling his hard flesh filling your mouth and entering your throat. He looks down at you almost blankly, though his face is reddening, and he's obviously enjoying himself.

It's the longest blow-job you've ever given, and you're soon gurgling and grunting with every thrust of the cop's dick. He continues - a metronome pounding his cock into your throat - and only his steadily increasing sound of his breathing gives you any idea that he's exerting himself.

"Swallow," he says, and with the order, he tugs you deep onto his dick and a flood of his spunk fills your mouth - the first of three hot surges of the cop's cum. You swallow excitedly, desperately trying to get all the man's seed into your throat. You barely succeed.

He holds your head for a moment longer while you lick and suck at his still-hard cock, then pulls his dick out. He tucks himself away, and roughly lifts you up and turns you around, undoing the cuffs.

"I'll drop you at the bus stop," he says, and walks around to the front of the car.

You slide in, head spinning, the taste of the man's cum thick in your mouth and remnant's of the bear's load leaking from your sore ass.

Definitely a birthday you're not soon to forget.

(The End - please send feedback to barratboy@yahoo.ca)