I took a deep breath and ran over my choices in my mind. Fuck this fine ass cop and stay alive or resist and end up either dead or in jail. Hmm. I’ll take fuck the sexy cop for $500, Alex. Hell, it wasn’t like I wouldn’t fuck him anyway. It was a win-win situation. I just hope he was good.
“Yes, it is Miss, and I love trying new things. That big bulge in your pants looks like something I might like to try. Will that keep me from getting a ticket tonight, Officer Belton?”
“I think that can be arranged, pretty lady. Show me what you have in mind.”
A lecherous grin moved over his face as he reached over and uncuffed me. He used those huge mitts of his to grope my breasts, causing my head to fall back in pleasure. My breasts were my number one erogenous zone, and his rough hands were just what I needed tonight. The short leather skirt I was wearing found its way up around my waist. This needed to be hard and fast. Foreplay was unnecessary, and I wasn’t too keen in giving random men blowjobs. I pulled a condom from the little pocket inside the waistband of my skirt and reached for his package.
As soon as my cold hand made contact with his warm skin, his hips jolted into the air. That allowed me to lower his pants without much effort. He hesitated, as if I was going to make a move for his gun, but the only gun I wanted at the moment was the one springing out from his boxers.
Giving in to what he wanted, I slid onto his lap, resting my cheeks on his thick thighs. I tore open the foil packet and sheathed him in latex. Once his beautiful cock was covered, I sank my feminine lips around his manhood and exhaled at the feeling of being filled to capacity. Officer Belton moaned like a wounded creature as I flexed my walls over his hardness. My hips had a mind of their own. They started pumping forward and backwards over his lap in an effort to feel some much needed friction. My core was soaked as I used his muscular body as my personal pleasure palace.
I lost myself in the moment and fucked that man for all he was worth. He was panting and groaning and sweating, but I was doing all the work. He reached out, grabbing my hips in an effort to slow my motion, but I was too far gone. I was chasing my release, and come hell or high water, I was going to tip over that mountain. I bucked and rode him like I was in a rodeo. When he sucked my sensitive areolas into his mouth, I screamed out with my orgasm. God, he felt amazing.
“Fuck me raw and call me a rooster. I swear you’re a fucking wild woman in the sack.”
Officer Belton took that moment to toss me from his lap and shove my head toward his throbbing cock. Now, I had already decided not to blow him, so I was taken aback when he shoved that magical thing toward my lips.
“What the fuck are you doing? I don’t suck cock like that.”
“Oh, come on. You can fuck me like a porn star in the back of my patrol car, but you won’t give me a little head? Shit, I’m almost there after that performance. It won’t take but a minute.”
Belton ripped the condom from his flesh and shoved his dick in my mouth as I was protesting his last statement. He held my head in a forceful grip as he fucked my mouth with the vigor of an Olympian. He was right, it only took a few thrusts before he filled my mouth with his seed. It was bitter and salty, and I spat it out onto his lap. He backhanded me across the mouth and got out of the car to clean up. I took that opportunity to right my clothes and got the hell out of there.
I jumped on Maverick and peeled out as the sound of laughter filled the air behind me. I needed to wash his stench off me. I made it home in record time. After securing my doors, I ran to the bathroom, turned on the shower and rinsed my mouth. I brushed my teeth and gargled three times to remove the foul taste.
I stood in the steaming water and allowed it to wash my night away. I refused to cry. This had happened before, and I survived just fine. It was a condition of the life I led. The men I chose to be with were not the best type of men, but they gave me what I needed. No commitment, no worries of being in a relationship and most of all, no broken heart. I could deal with a bit of rough sex in return. The hot water did its trick, and I climbed into bed thinking about my interview tomorrow. I needed a fresh start, and I was sure this new job would be the key to that. I just hoped I got the job. At least I knew I wouldn’t have to fuck anyone to get it.