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The problem I caused in the car got me put out onto the interstate to find my own ride to the destination. The knowledge of the consequences put the idea of hitchhiking out of my mind, and left me with only the hope that a passing motorist would have sympathy and offer me a ride. The buzz on my head slowed my pace and kept my eyes peeled for a passing State Policeman.
As my luck would have it, one passed, pulled over a few feet ahead of me and then he backed the car down the shoulder to where I stood and wondered what he was going to say.
“Good day.” He said and nodded. I repeated the gesture but remained silent. “Looks like you could use a ride.” He furthered.
“I had one, but it didn’t quite get me to where I’m going.” I said and watched his expression change.
“That’s rather obvious.” He replied dryly.
“I wasn’t hitchhiking, if that’s what you’re going to ask.”
“I’m glad you’re aware of what can happen if you do. But that’s not what I want to ask. My question; do you want me to give you a ride to the rest area?” Just as I was about to tell him no, I caught my reflection in his mirror lenses, and felt my buzz begin to wane.
“Sure.” I said in a low tone and then got in the car.
“You’re heading into town?” He asked as he pulled out into traffic.
“That is my plan.” I lied and then felt my stomach knot when he pulled back onto the shoulder, some distance from the rest area.
“I don’t think you’re going anywhere too fast.” He said and pointed toward my head.
“Guess I gotta give that to you?” He nodded as knowingly as I had spoken, and I pulled the joint from behind my ear and reluctantly placed it in his hand.
“Thank you.” He said, checked his rear-view mirror and then whipped the car in the other direction. In my mind I could already see the scenario; busted on a possession charge with either a fine to pay, time to serve or both. The empty state of my wallet guaranteed me time and I prayed silently that he’d be lenient. With each passing mile my buzz waned away, and my fear increased. Then much to my surprise, he again pulled onto the shoulder, but more off the interstate.
“Get out.” He said with authority. I obeyed his command and he was behind me almost before I realized. He placed the cuffs on me, read me my rights as he patted me down and then he turned me to face him. “Do you understand your rights?”
“Yes sir.” I almost whispered. He then got grip on my forearm and walked me toward a wooded area. My wonder of what was to come kept me looking back on occasion, only to see the same serious expression on his rugged face. After what seemed forever, we stopped in front of a large Maple tree. He planted me against it and then backed two steps away from me. His eyes watched my face for a minute or so, and then he sneered as he slowly pulled the joint from his uniform pocket.
“You were smart not to refuse my offer. You knew I saw this behind your ear, didn’t you?” I nodded. “I can’t hear you.”
“Yes sir,” I said and swallowed hard. He dragged the joint under his nose and sniffed it hard.
“Smells like some good shit, and judging from your eyes, it gives a good buzz. Does it?”
“Yes sir, it does.” I admitted because there was no way out of the situation.
“I don’t believe you.” He said and then took the lighter from my pants pocket. He placed the joint against my lips as I stared quizzically. “Hit it!” He growled as he struck the lighter. “You know as well as I that you want it, right?” I did as he’d instructed, inhaled deep and laid my head back against the tree.
“You liked that now, didn’t you?” He asked after he’d made me smoke it all and eat the roach.
“Yes sir, I did like that.” I said and had trouble keeping the smile from my lips as the fresh buzz washed heavier over my head.
“Yeah. Well, I’ve got something else here I think you might like.” In answer to my questioning stare, he unfastened his uniform pants and stepped to me. His blue eyes stared hard into my chocolate ones as a shit eating grin spread across his face. “This is what you really want, isn’t it boy?” The profuse watering of my mouth kept me speechless, but I knew he saw the hunger in the way I stared down at the bulge in his underwear. “Get down on your fucking knees!” I followed his command only to have him mash his crotch against my face. “That’s right, dig your face right on in my cop crotch! Sniff it! Lick it!” The buzz had me horny, so I just gave in to my love of cock and went to doing exactly as he’d told me. I did it a bit wildly and found I had to lean into him so as not to fall on my face. His hands came to assist, and the feel of their thick roughness sent hot waves through my six-foot kneeling. “Take that cock out, fucker! Take it out and you suck it!” he spat.
I latched my teeth onto the waistband of his briefs and knelt lower as they slid to his knees. I could not help but drag my tongue along his thick and hairy left thigh as I went back to take on his cock. He helped me along with a shove to my face and then he stabilized my position when he eased me back against the tree and held me there. From there he began to thrust his meat to me and he slid it deeper with each fresh thrust. I moved to his cock once the head lodged in my throat and I massaged it until he finally ripped it away, got grip on my hair and turned my face upward.
“You suck my cop cock good boy!” He said and shook it, dragged it over my lips and then shoved it back into my mouth and repeatedly down my throat. “You like how I do that, don’t you?” I moaned in response and watched every thrust he dealt until I could keep my eyes open no more. My buzzed and lust fogged brain had my hands twisting, frantic to make good the need I felt to touch that horny cop; and to free my still imprisoned member. I wanted to ask him to release me, but the delicious taste of his cock kept my mouth silent and active along the shaft. In slight compensation, I thrust my chin to his balls when they banged against it. But the need soon became direr than I could handle, and I let his cock fall from my lips.
“What do you think you’re doing?” He asked firmly and got tight grip on my chin.
“I need my cock free, sir! It’s throbbing so hard it hurts!” No more said, he stood me up, crouched before me and freed my cock from my jockstrap.
“Nice meat!” he said with a smile.
“It’s really aching.” I pleaded. He wrapped it in a big fist and jacked it for a few seconds. I swore I felt the stare of his eyes on it from stem to stern, and then his tongue slid over the head, slowly; almost lovingly as he unfastened my jeans. Then before I could refocus from a blink, that hot cop became a cocksucker.
The feel of his throat on my shaft weakened my knees almost instantly, but the instinct of forward thrust saved my standing for the next few thrusts. His throat showed his experience when he took my niner easier than I’d believe he’d let me out of the cuffs. His hands roughed briefly over my hips and then he snatched my jeans just past my knees. The way he manipulated my ass scared and excited me way beyond my wildest cop sucking fantasies, and to top it off, the cop was sucking me.
“Please let me have my hands! I gotta touch you!” I begged. He ignored my pleading and forced me to watch as he slid his lips to the underside of my cock. His eyes then locked with mine and he grinned. He finished the silent statement when he slid his mouth even further back and enveloped my balls in his smooth and wet, oral warmth. I gaped my legs, lowered myself to him and then seethed hard when his lips again touched my cock. The longer he held me captive to his ecstasy the weaker my knees became. My lustfully closed eyes opened when I felt grass on my knees and the sudden erotic sensation of my handcuffed condition washed over me when we locked eyes again. The look in his blue eyes led me quickly to the conclusion that I would be bound until the end of our session. The itch my fingers felt increased intensity, as did the force of the hungry suck job Johnny law was giving my cock and balls. I couldn’t help but grin at the enjoyment that showed in the officer’s eyes.
His thick and trimmed brown moustache was my next sight and the look of it made my mouth water. It supported my cock perfectly and stimulated the underside with a scratch so gentle and pleasurable it was beyond mere words.
“Damn why don’t you let me touch you!?” I seethed down at him to have him wink and chuckle. “You like my fucking balls in your mouth, don’t you officer?” His moans started my hips to rolling gently, and the more I did so, the louder and deeper his responses were. Before long I could take it no more and I eased my balls from his mouth by leaning back. The stare he put me under demanded an immediate explanation. He started his own version when he signaled for me to stand. I watched him follow my action and then I stared over his six feet one-inch well-built form.
“Why should I release you from the cuffs?” he asked as he folded his arms across his wide chest.
“You’re fucking hot, you’ve got me hot for you and I really would like to touch you. Besides, I have no reason to run.”
“I like you in the state you’re in, and that’s how you’ll stay. You got it, fucker?”
“Yes sir.” I exhaled in defeat, yet rushed and secretly smiled from the way he had spoken to me.
“Good.” He said firmly and pushed me to my knees before his precum drooling eight long by really thick cock. I eased my tongue over my lips as I stared the length of its throbbing and heavily veined being. I slipped my tongue over the fireman’s cap head and laid claim to the salty treasure that waited there. The taste only served to make me hungry for more, in a larger and more forceful quantity. The moan that escaped my lips at the thought made the cop snicker. “You like the taste of my cock drool, do ya? Just like a good cocksucker and I’ll bet you can’t wait to taste my load! Ain’t that right cocksucker?” I moaned loud, sucked harder; a bit faster and held his cock in my throat longer when he shoved it down. His hands gripped my head firmly as he fed me that cock with more and more aggression. I took it in the same manner; kept my mouth well salivated for each forestroke and my throat wide open for each fresh plunge of his cockhead down it. The moans he filled my ears with sent hot waves of lust through me and they settled in my crotch and burned with great intensity. My cock throbbed harder with his every thrust and I felt my orgasm becoming eminent. Yet I fought the need, determined to blow my load somewhere close to the time he filled my mouth with his cop cream. By the way he was groaning, talking half intelligibly, and thrusting to me, I knew his orgasm wasn’t far off. I shut my eyes and prepared for the glory of it all.
As quickly as those thoughts and actions came to pass, a feeling of emptiness in my oral cavity suddenly reversed them. My eyes opened to see his cock before them and my mind became alert to it being proficiently manipulated, as my mouth remained open and waiting.
“Beat that cop cock in my face man!” I told him. “Beat that fucker till it blows that load in my mouth!” I said as I looked up at him.
“You’re gonna get what you want, cocksucker!” He heaved. “You’re gonna get it good!” I felt myself lean in closer the longer my eyes stayed riveted to his action, then I was unable to recover once the fall began.
The entire procedure was like slow motion. My lips barely brushed over his cockhead, my eyes caught a flash of it as I passed and by some miracle, I managed to turn my body. He stepped away, I crashed to the forest floor and the pain in my bound wrists and now twisted legs was almost unbearable. The twigs and leaves dug into the flesh of my ass, but my hunger for what was coming overruled it all. Once his cockhead was again between my lips, I adjusted my position for some sort of comfort.
“Get it boy!” He taunted. “Take my cock any way you can get it! That’s a true cocksucker for you!” The echo of his laughter in my ears sent waves of lust rocketing through and I groaned in response to his teasing.
His hand stroked his meat a few times and then I felt the sting of it across my cheek. The more he did it, the more I fought to trap it. He finally stuffed it to my hunger and made sure my entire oral cavity got in on the action. The leniency he showed in letting me breathe was short lived but appreciated. Again, I got to feel the slap of cock across my cheek a few times, and then I dragged tongue over my lips as I watched his hairy balls close in on my open mouth. My chin felt the urgency of his masturbatory strokes as pleasurable slams of his fist on every other downstroke. As that cock loving cop got closer to blowing his load down to me, the faster and harder his slams made their persistence known.
Just after his heavy breathing turned to obscenity-laced grunts, his balls created a void in my mouth; which was quickly filled by the swollen glans of his cock being shoved as far down my throat as I could handle. On the second shove, his grip on my hair increased to a pull.
“Fucking hot mouthed cop sucker!” He spat and then his deluge blasted forth in several shots and coated my alimentary canal all the way to my duodenum. The only true taste of his sauce I got came to me as he dragged his cock from my mouth. Though it was a relatively small amount compared to what went down me, the flavor and consistency were enough to satisfy. He composed himself, stood me up, put my cock away and then stared over me as he walked a circle around me.
“It’s time to go.” He said as he stepped before me once again.
“Where?” I dared ask as we began to walk.
“You’ll find out soon enough.” He said and again made me feel the fear that consumed me when the incident first began.
Just as the interstate came into view, he stopped our forward motion, turned me to face him and he stared into my eyes.
“Did you like that?” He asked to have me stare hard at him for the few seconds it took for the fear to drain away.
“Yes.” I finally replied. “It’s certainly not my norm, but damn was it ever hot.”
“I thought so too.” He told me and released my wrists from the cuffs as he kissed me. Once back in the car and traveling on the interstate in the direction with which I was familiar, I looked forward to having him drop me off at the rest area; which would make it easier and safer for me to possibly find a ride to town. Much to my chagrin, that hot fucker dropped me off pretty much where he’d picked me up. As I went to open the door, he placed a hand on my forearm; thankfully with a lighter grip than earlier.
“Remember, no hitchhiking, leave your joint at home next time and don’t let me see you out here again. Understand?” he sternly warned.
“Yes sir. But can you give me a ride to the rest area?”
“No. I have other business to attend to.” He said flatly. “You’ll be fine, good day sir.” I stared at him in disbelief for a few seconds, but exited the car and made my way to the rest area.
As my luck would have it, one passed, pulled over a few feet ahead of me and then he backed the car down the shoulder to where I stood and wondered what he was going to say.
“Good day.” He said and nodded. I repeated the gesture but remained silent. “Looks like you could use a ride.” He furthered.
“I had one, but it didn’t quite get me to where I’m going.” I said and watched his expression change.
“That’s rather obvious.” He replied dryly.
“I wasn’t hitchhiking, if that’s what you’re going to ask.”
“I’m glad you’re aware of what can happen if you do. But that’s not what I want to ask. My question; do you want me to give you a ride to the rest area?” Just as I was about to tell him no, I caught my reflection in his mirror lenses, and felt my buzz begin to wane.
“Sure.” I said in a low tone and then got in the car.
“You’re heading into town?” He asked as he pulled out into traffic.
“That is my plan.” I lied and then felt my stomach knot when he pulled back onto the shoulder, some distance from the rest area.
“I don’t think you’re going anywhere too fast.” He said and pointed toward my head.
“Guess I gotta give that to you?” He nodded as knowingly as I had spoken, and I pulled the joint from behind my ear and reluctantly placed it in his hand.
“Thank you.” He said, checked his rear-view mirror and then whipped the car in the other direction. In my mind I could already see the scenario; busted on a possession charge with either a fine to pay, time to serve or both. The empty state of my wallet guaranteed me time and I prayed silently that he’d be lenient. With each passing mile my buzz waned away, and my fear increased. Then much to my surprise, he again pulled onto the shoulder, but more off the interstate.
“Get out.” He said with authority. I obeyed his command and he was behind me almost before I realized. He placed the cuffs on me, read me my rights as he patted me down and then he turned me to face him. “Do you understand your rights?”
“Yes sir.” I almost whispered. He then got grip on my forearm and walked me toward a wooded area. My wonder of what was to come kept me looking back on occasion, only to see the same serious expression on his rugged face. After what seemed forever, we stopped in front of a large Maple tree. He planted me against it and then backed two steps away from me. His eyes watched my face for a minute or so, and then he sneered as he slowly pulled the joint from his uniform pocket.
“You were smart not to refuse my offer. You knew I saw this behind your ear, didn’t you?” I nodded. “I can’t hear you.”
“Yes sir,” I said and swallowed hard. He dragged the joint under his nose and sniffed it hard.
“Smells like some good shit, and judging from your eyes, it gives a good buzz. Does it?”
“Yes sir, it does.” I admitted because there was no way out of the situation.
“I don’t believe you.” He said and then took the lighter from my pants pocket. He placed the joint against my lips as I stared quizzically. “Hit it!” He growled as he struck the lighter. “You know as well as I that you want it, right?” I did as he’d instructed, inhaled deep and laid my head back against the tree.
“You liked that now, didn’t you?” He asked after he’d made me smoke it all and eat the roach.
“Yes sir, I did like that.” I said and had trouble keeping the smile from my lips as the fresh buzz washed heavier over my head.
“Yeah. Well, I’ve got something else here I think you might like.” In answer to my questioning stare, he unfastened his uniform pants and stepped to me. His blue eyes stared hard into my chocolate ones as a shit eating grin spread across his face. “This is what you really want, isn’t it boy?” The profuse watering of my mouth kept me speechless, but I knew he saw the hunger in the way I stared down at the bulge in his underwear. “Get down on your fucking knees!” I followed his command only to have him mash his crotch against my face. “That’s right, dig your face right on in my cop crotch! Sniff it! Lick it!” The buzz had me horny, so I just gave in to my love of cock and went to doing exactly as he’d told me. I did it a bit wildly and found I had to lean into him so as not to fall on my face. His hands came to assist, and the feel of their thick roughness sent hot waves through my six-foot kneeling. “Take that cock out, fucker! Take it out and you suck it!” he spat.
I latched my teeth onto the waistband of his briefs and knelt lower as they slid to his knees. I could not help but drag my tongue along his thick and hairy left thigh as I went back to take on his cock. He helped me along with a shove to my face and then he stabilized my position when he eased me back against the tree and held me there. From there he began to thrust his meat to me and he slid it deeper with each fresh thrust. I moved to his cock once the head lodged in my throat and I massaged it until he finally ripped it away, got grip on my hair and turned my face upward.
“You suck my cop cock good boy!” He said and shook it, dragged it over my lips and then shoved it back into my mouth and repeatedly down my throat. “You like how I do that, don’t you?” I moaned in response and watched every thrust he dealt until I could keep my eyes open no more. My buzzed and lust fogged brain had my hands twisting, frantic to make good the need I felt to touch that horny cop; and to free my still imprisoned member. I wanted to ask him to release me, but the delicious taste of his cock kept my mouth silent and active along the shaft. In slight compensation, I thrust my chin to his balls when they banged against it. But the need soon became direr than I could handle, and I let his cock fall from my lips.
“What do you think you’re doing?” He asked firmly and got tight grip on my chin.
“I need my cock free, sir! It’s throbbing so hard it hurts!” No more said, he stood me up, crouched before me and freed my cock from my jockstrap.
“Nice meat!” he said with a smile.
“It’s really aching.” I pleaded. He wrapped it in a big fist and jacked it for a few seconds. I swore I felt the stare of his eyes on it from stem to stern, and then his tongue slid over the head, slowly; almost lovingly as he unfastened my jeans. Then before I could refocus from a blink, that hot cop became a cocksucker.
The feel of his throat on my shaft weakened my knees almost instantly, but the instinct of forward thrust saved my standing for the next few thrusts. His throat showed his experience when he took my niner easier than I’d believe he’d let me out of the cuffs. His hands roughed briefly over my hips and then he snatched my jeans just past my knees. The way he manipulated my ass scared and excited me way beyond my wildest cop sucking fantasies, and to top it off, the cop was sucking me.
“Please let me have my hands! I gotta touch you!” I begged. He ignored my pleading and forced me to watch as he slid his lips to the underside of my cock. His eyes then locked with mine and he grinned. He finished the silent statement when he slid his mouth even further back and enveloped my balls in his smooth and wet, oral warmth. I gaped my legs, lowered myself to him and then seethed hard when his lips again touched my cock. The longer he held me captive to his ecstasy the weaker my knees became. My lustfully closed eyes opened when I felt grass on my knees and the sudden erotic sensation of my handcuffed condition washed over me when we locked eyes again. The look in his blue eyes led me quickly to the conclusion that I would be bound until the end of our session. The itch my fingers felt increased intensity, as did the force of the hungry suck job Johnny law was giving my cock and balls. I couldn’t help but grin at the enjoyment that showed in the officer’s eyes.
His thick and trimmed brown moustache was my next sight and the look of it made my mouth water. It supported my cock perfectly and stimulated the underside with a scratch so gentle and pleasurable it was beyond mere words.
“Damn why don’t you let me touch you!?” I seethed down at him to have him wink and chuckle. “You like my fucking balls in your mouth, don’t you officer?” His moans started my hips to rolling gently, and the more I did so, the louder and deeper his responses were. Before long I could take it no more and I eased my balls from his mouth by leaning back. The stare he put me under demanded an immediate explanation. He started his own version when he signaled for me to stand. I watched him follow my action and then I stared over his six feet one-inch well-built form.
“Why should I release you from the cuffs?” he asked as he folded his arms across his wide chest.
“You’re fucking hot, you’ve got me hot for you and I really would like to touch you. Besides, I have no reason to run.”
“I like you in the state you’re in, and that’s how you’ll stay. You got it, fucker?”
“Yes sir.” I exhaled in defeat, yet rushed and secretly smiled from the way he had spoken to me.
“Good.” He said firmly and pushed me to my knees before his precum drooling eight long by really thick cock. I eased my tongue over my lips as I stared the length of its throbbing and heavily veined being. I slipped my tongue over the fireman’s cap head and laid claim to the salty treasure that waited there. The taste only served to make me hungry for more, in a larger and more forceful quantity. The moan that escaped my lips at the thought made the cop snicker. “You like the taste of my cock drool, do ya? Just like a good cocksucker and I’ll bet you can’t wait to taste my load! Ain’t that right cocksucker?” I moaned loud, sucked harder; a bit faster and held his cock in my throat longer when he shoved it down. His hands gripped my head firmly as he fed me that cock with more and more aggression. I took it in the same manner; kept my mouth well salivated for each forestroke and my throat wide open for each fresh plunge of his cockhead down it. The moans he filled my ears with sent hot waves of lust through me and they settled in my crotch and burned with great intensity. My cock throbbed harder with his every thrust and I felt my orgasm becoming eminent. Yet I fought the need, determined to blow my load somewhere close to the time he filled my mouth with his cop cream. By the way he was groaning, talking half intelligibly, and thrusting to me, I knew his orgasm wasn’t far off. I shut my eyes and prepared for the glory of it all.
As quickly as those thoughts and actions came to pass, a feeling of emptiness in my oral cavity suddenly reversed them. My eyes opened to see his cock before them and my mind became alert to it being proficiently manipulated, as my mouth remained open and waiting.
“Beat that cop cock in my face man!” I told him. “Beat that fucker till it blows that load in my mouth!” I said as I looked up at him.
“You’re gonna get what you want, cocksucker!” He heaved. “You’re gonna get it good!” I felt myself lean in closer the longer my eyes stayed riveted to his action, then I was unable to recover once the fall began.
The entire procedure was like slow motion. My lips barely brushed over his cockhead, my eyes caught a flash of it as I passed and by some miracle, I managed to turn my body. He stepped away, I crashed to the forest floor and the pain in my bound wrists and now twisted legs was almost unbearable. The twigs and leaves dug into the flesh of my ass, but my hunger for what was coming overruled it all. Once his cockhead was again between my lips, I adjusted my position for some sort of comfort.
“Get it boy!” He taunted. “Take my cock any way you can get it! That’s a true cocksucker for you!” The echo of his laughter in my ears sent waves of lust rocketing through and I groaned in response to his teasing.
His hand stroked his meat a few times and then I felt the sting of it across my cheek. The more he did it, the more I fought to trap it. He finally stuffed it to my hunger and made sure my entire oral cavity got in on the action. The leniency he showed in letting me breathe was short lived but appreciated. Again, I got to feel the slap of cock across my cheek a few times, and then I dragged tongue over my lips as I watched his hairy balls close in on my open mouth. My chin felt the urgency of his masturbatory strokes as pleasurable slams of his fist on every other downstroke. As that cock loving cop got closer to blowing his load down to me, the faster and harder his slams made their persistence known.
Just after his heavy breathing turned to obscenity-laced grunts, his balls created a void in my mouth; which was quickly filled by the swollen glans of his cock being shoved as far down my throat as I could handle. On the second shove, his grip on my hair increased to a pull.
“Fucking hot mouthed cop sucker!” He spat and then his deluge blasted forth in several shots and coated my alimentary canal all the way to my duodenum. The only true taste of his sauce I got came to me as he dragged his cock from my mouth. Though it was a relatively small amount compared to what went down me, the flavor and consistency were enough to satisfy. He composed himself, stood me up, put my cock away and then stared over me as he walked a circle around me.
“It’s time to go.” He said as he stepped before me once again.
“Where?” I dared ask as we began to walk.
“You’ll find out soon enough.” He said and again made me feel the fear that consumed me when the incident first began.
Just as the interstate came into view, he stopped our forward motion, turned me to face him and he stared into my eyes.
“Did you like that?” He asked to have me stare hard at him for the few seconds it took for the fear to drain away.
“Yes.” I finally replied. “It’s certainly not my norm, but damn was it ever hot.”
“I thought so too.” He told me and released my wrists from the cuffs as he kissed me. Once back in the car and traveling on the interstate in the direction with which I was familiar, I looked forward to having him drop me off at the rest area; which would make it easier and safer for me to possibly find a ride to town. Much to my chagrin, that hot fucker dropped me off pretty much where he’d picked me up. As I went to open the door, he placed a hand on my forearm; thankfully with a lighter grip than earlier.
“Remember, no hitchhiking, leave your joint at home next time and don’t let me see you out here again. Understand?” he sternly warned.
“Yes sir. But can you give me a ride to the rest area?”
“No. I have other business to attend to.” He said flatly. “You’ll be fine, good day sir.” I stared at him in disbelief for a few seconds, but exited the car and made my way to the rest area.
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