Dark Fantasies

by T West

  But suddenly her face dropped as she saw flashing lights in her rear view mirror.

  “Oh frick...”

  Rachel slowly pulled over, one hand fixing her hair, the other on the wheel. She had no idea how fast she had been going, but she knew it was going to be the first question.

  A vast shadow, visible even in the darkness of night, loomed up against his window. Rachel lowered the window, took a deep breath and tried her best to look innocent.

  “Lady…” came the deep voice from outside. “Do you have even the slightest idea of how fast you were going?”

  Rachel shook her head slowly from side to side. She tried to look the officer in the face, the headlights of the cruiser highlighting the cop’s stern features.

  “Out.” The cop said in a deathly cold manner. Without hesitation, Rachel did as she was told.

  The officer took a few sniffs. Rachel assumed he was checking for any obvious scents of drugs or alcohol. But its absence did little to ease her nerves.

  “Hands on the car, lady. Now.” Again, the voice struck her as hard as a rock.

  Abruptly, heavy hands pressed onto her, thoroughly patting her down, searching her pockets and running down every detail and contour of her legs. His grip was so firm that Rachel half expected to come out of this ordeal with visible bruises.

  As the frisking continued, she kept her hands firmly on top of the car out of fear, as she grew increasingly uncomfortable. She thought she had better try to talk herself out of this.

  “Officer, look I… I know I was speeding. Please, I’ve been under a lot of stress lately, so if you can just give me my ticket I won’t hesitate to pay it.”

  “Stress? Give me a break.” He chuckled.

  “Please, sir, if I can just explain...” Rachel tried to protest, but before she realized what was happening her hands were sharply pulled behind her back and her wrists were cuffed. “Wait a second, why am I being arrested!?”

  “Be quiet. I won’t tell you again.”

  Rachel was pushed into the back of the cruiser, and she watched on in dread as the officer got into the front seat and started up the engine.

  “You’re coming with me down to the station, lady. Anything you do say...” As he pulled out, the cop continued to read her her rights, and all Rachel could do was watch her car disappear behind them. She wondered if she would ever see it again.

  The drive felt like it went on for another half hour, and the cop didn’t say another word until they reached the precinct. It was a small town, and the size of the station reflected this. Rachel was taken into a small holding room, while just outside, the cop spoke to what looked to be one of the few other officers who worked there. She struggled to listen in, but only managed to catch a few words.

  “Speeding… race track…”

  Rachel craned her neck and cocked her ear.

  “Teach a lesson…”

  “You’re doing mighty fine work, Graves.” Rachel heard the other officer’s voice, clear as day.

  She slumped back into her seat as the towering man returned for her. In the bright light of the station she could now see him clearly. He was muscular and beefy, his thick broad shoulders risking scraping the door frame. His jaw looked like it was as hard as steel, but what struck her the most were the brown eyes that seemed to burn into her. She got to her feet without being told.

  “So, what now?” She asked nervously.

  Graves guided her down a narrow corridor with faulty flickering lighting and into an open area with a single door. He opened it and guided her in. It was then that Rachel saw what was in store for her.

  “No, hold on. This isn’t right!” she protested.

  “In.” Graves grunted, his finger pointing at the open cell before her. There was no one else there.

  “No, please. You don’t understand. I have a job...”

  Graves plonked a thick hand on her back, causing her to stumble forwards and into the cell. She turned to see Graves staring back, his hand on the wall, his eyes not breaking contact as the iron bars that parted them slid along and locked in place.

  Banged up, Rachel felt her pulse race. The overpowering gaze of the officer standing before her kept her mouth shut. Graves reached down and slowly unzipped his uniform slacks. Rachel gulped.

  “Sweet Jesus…” Her gaze traveled down, to between Graves’s legs. His huge cock was out, and it was starting to grow as the young woman looked at it.

  The cop stepped up closer and stuck his cock through the steel bars.

  “What the fuck?” Rachel whispered, looking up at his face again. “It sure as hell is massive…”

  “No shit.” Graves snapped. “Get on your knees, lady.” He commanded.

  “What for?” Rachel asked, her voice high and tense. But no sooner had she asked the question than she knew how stupid it sounded.

  “Get. On. Your. Fucking. Knees. Lady.”

  Rachel tucked her hair behind her ears. Graves glared at her, his cock growing harder and harder by the second as he stood motionless, his barrel chest expanding with each deep inhale. “I won’t ask you again.”

  The cock twitched between the bars, aiming straight towards her, as though it had a mind of its own.

  Graves grunted, reached down and got his balls out. He gave his own sack a gentle squeeze, his cock now at full-mast, sticking out in front of him, terrifyingly huge. He made a deep, guttural growl, and Rachel immediately dropped to her knees.

  “Alright,” she said, taking a deep breath, her eyes as wide as saucers. She crawled up closer to the bars, close enough to touch the monstrous cock, and she reached out for it, hand shaking. She touched the tip, and Graves responded with a deep sigh.

  Shaking, she leaned forward, and opened her mouth as wide as she could. It was big enough so that the bulbous head completely filled her mouth, causing saliva to run out of the corners and down her chin.

  Suddenly, something seemed to possess her. The cop looked down at her as she jammed her head down further on his dick, as hard as she could. She was choking herself, desperate to get as much of the meat into her mouth as she could, using her hands to reach what her mouth couldn’t.

  Her tongue was pressed flat against the bottom of her mouth, so she couldn’t use it for much, but she did her best. The moment the cop’s pre-cum leaked onto her tongue, she felt a warmth spread through her entire body, and a tingling between her legs. It must have some kind of aphrodisiac in it, Rachel thought, but had her mouth too full to think about it now.

  She used both hands to pump the cop’s long, smooth dick, moving up and down easily thanks to the amount of spit that was running out of her mouth to coat the shaft. She reached down and felt his balls, huge and heavy, and cradled them in one hand while the other tried to fit around the shaft.

  She jammed her head down again before pulling off and gasping for breath, her hands still moving on the pole.

  “I can’t…” she gasped, her throat raw from how hard she’d stretched trying to get the head into her mouth. “I can’t keep going… too much…” she spluttered, falling backwards onto her hands, head rocking back as her tongue ran around her mouth, searching for traces of pre-cum.

  “I didn’t say anything about stopping, lady.” Said Graves coldly.

  Rachel knelt down in front of the cop and looked up at him through the bars. Graves breathed deeply, baring his teeth at her, and she leaned forward, digging her tongue into the slit in the head of his cock, lapping up as much of the pre-cum as she could.

  Again, she felt the rush immediately, into her head, making her dizzy. “Oh my god, that’s amazing…” she breathed, diving down onto the cock again and fusing her mouth around the slit, sucking eagerly. Her hands reached down to the balls, squeezing as hard as she knew she could without hurting – Graves was tough, no doubt about it, but she didn’t want to go too far and risk pissing him off.

  She sucked at the slit as hard as she could, trying to extract more of the pre-cum, before gulping it down greed
ily. The cop moaned, an animalistic sound that echoed around the cell. Rachel’s jaw worked overtime, milking it out of him. The cop gasped deeply, and she fell backwards once more, looking a little drunk.

  Graves could tell that she needed a little breather. She was completely intoxicated from the experience. But he wasn’t going to give her long.

  “Get back to it, lady.” Graves said, after about thirty seconds.

  Rachel crawled up to the bars again. She knelt in front of the big man, and looked curiously at the cock. Her eyes widened when she saw how covered in was in spit and pre-cum. The cop nudged it against her cheek, smearing her with it. She glanced along its length and down to the testicles, huge and smooth, swinging as he shifted impatiently.

  “Okay...” she whispered to herself, leaning forward and opening her mouth, licking around the head and shuddering at the taste. It was slightly salty, and very musky. It made her mouth water.

  She leaned forward and tried to get the head into her mouth again. It was so big. She was surprised that she had managed it earlier, and she settled for licking around the head and down the length, letting her teeth lightly drag along the tough skin. The cop flexed his thighs.

  She returned to the head, opening wide and placing her mouth over it, her tongue darting out and tasting the warm pre-cum. It sure tasted weird, but suddenly she felt the rush again. The cock still tasted strangely good, and the feeling it gave her was enough to make her want to keep going.

  Graves helped her out by thrusting his hips forward as far as he could, his large thighs pressing against the bars. Rachel pushed forward too, managing to get the head into her mouth again before pulling off and gasping. She licked down the length, keen for more. She used her hands to work the huge shaft, both of them running up and down, squeezing slightly while her mouth went back to the head. She licked sloppily around the helmet and gulped every time she got a mouthful of the man’s potent jizz.

  Now she remembered why she had to stop after a while, the first couple of attempts. She was enjoying herself, but the more of the pre-cum she drank, the more light-headed she felt. She tried her best to keep going for longer this time, her head spinning. Leaning forward further, she slurped it into her mouth.

  Graves looked down and watched. She managed to get the cock to the back of her throat, gagging slightly as the cold steel of the bars pressed against her cheeks.

  Rachel pulled back, taking a deep breath and repeating the move several times. She looked up as the cop’s face contorted in pleasure, and just when she thought he was about to blast his load, he took a step backwards, his slick shaft reappearing from the young woman’s mouth, a glistening tendril dangling menacingly from the tip.

  “Oh god…” she mumbled, looking up at him. She knew that she would have to finish the job, one way or another.

  Graves punched in a couple of buttons on the wall and the bars slid open. He walked into the cell, his footsteps heavy in his leather boots. Rachel crawled towards him and kissed the tip of his prick, before he pulled her up to her feet and harshly turned her around. She felt strong hands reaching around her waist and fiddling with her belt. Before she knew it, her jeans and panties were ripped down.

  “Step out of them.” The deep voice came from behind her, and still in her sneakers and white cotton socks, Rachel did as she was told, her bare ass exposed.

  Graves placed his hands on the small of her back, bending her over and getting her on all fours. The floor was cold against her knees as she looked behind her and waited and watched, wiggling her ass at him.

  Rachel yelped when Graves crouched down behind her, grabbed her around the waist and launched himself at her, stabbing his cock into her tight pussy. He gave her no time to adjust as he plunged in as far as he could go.

  She wailed, tossing her head back at the same time, panting heavily and moaning continually as Graves used her, sliding the length of his ridiculous dick in and out of her. Her fingernails scraped at the floor as she screamed, a euphoric look on her face, feeling the huge balls knock against her.

  His large palms clasped her cheeks securely, and he forced his pelvis back and forth, violently impaling her and screwing her rampantly. The cock rubbing against her g-spot and the feel of the big balls against her was beginning to feel good - really good - as she felt a warmth in her core. She felt the warmth spread to every inch of her body. This penalty was starting to feel more like a gift, and as Graves screwed her, Rachel felt her juices leak as her clit twitched and pulsed uncontrollably.

  Graves pulled her hair back as he picked up speed, thrusting his hips back and forth, pounding the young woman hard and fast from behind. The walls of Rachel’s pussy clamped down on the throbbing girth like a vice, squeezing it and milking it as the cop ripped into her. A group of carefully and accurately placed open-palmed slaps followed next, raining down onto her fleshy ass, the leathery palm stinging her cheeks, making her whimper and moan. With every forward pump, the cop’s balls whacked her clit, as she felt them tighten up and pulsate. She felt the strong grip on her hips as the cop forcefully started pulling her up and down on the length of his shaft, pumping forward as he did so, banging her as hard as he could. She felt the cock expand inside her as the cop slowed down.

  Graves gave her clit a reach-around, pumping his dick hard and fast. All of this was too much for her to take – all she desired to do in the first place was go for a carefree drive. As the big hand worked her button, his balls churned and twitched. Rachel came, her juices gushing. Her squirt fired out around the girth, shooting snail-trails all over the floor in sticky spatters.

  Graves withdrew and lay down on his back, his stiff pole sticking up at the ceiling, twitching invitingly. Rachel knew what was expected of her. She straddled the massive stick, placing her legs either side of him and squatting down, lowering herself slowly and carefully. The cock slid back inside with relative ease, and she began to bounce up and down, squealing as he held onto her waist, guiding her. She slid up until just the tip was inside her before slamming back down, the cop bottoming out in her tight snatch. She rode faster and faster, catching the expression of pure lust on his face before her eyes fluttered closed and she got completely lost in the moment.

  Pretty soon Graves started to lose control, gripping her around the waist and bellowing as he got ready to empty his sack. He shot a thick, creamy jet of seed deep into Rachel’s young body, laminating her insides. Cum dripped out around the girth and onto the ground as it surged into her, filling her up massively.

  Rachel slipped off him as soon as he was done, his member dripping. The cop groaned, long and deep. It sounded a little like nails dragging down a blackboard, but she was so exhausted that she couldn’t even flinch.

  Graves got to his feet and zipped up, as Rachel put her panties and jeans back on. The cop gestured towards the open door of the cell. As incredible as the experience had been, she still wanted to get out of there.

  Back in her apartment, Rachel sat on the edge of the bathtub. She looked down at the test in her hand.

  “Oh jeez…” she whispered to herself. She had spent the last week unsure of whether she was or not, but now it was time to face the truth and find out. Part of her didn’t want it to be true, because that would mean she was going to get a rude awakening. She wasn’t sure how good she’d be at parenthood. But part of her desperately did want it to be true, because she was broody as hell, and loved the thought of looking after a little one, no matter how much of a challenge it might be. She clutched her stomach and sighed.

  She closed her eyes and in her mind’s eye saw the big cop’s big cock. She knew the cop didn’t want to just bang her up, but also knock her up. “He meant for this to happen,” she said to herself in the empty bathroom. She stood up, her legs shaking as she took a sip of water.

  She got in her car, revved up the engine and pulled out. As soon as she was on the highway, she put her foot down, hard. She drove on to find the spot where she had first been pulled over. And if he wasn’
t there, she knew where the nearby town was, and the station. She would find him, that she was certain of. There was no way in hell he was going to get away with not paying child support.

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  TEAMING UP AT WORK

  By

  Tess West

  T o Becky, the whole concept of paying one’s dues was nonsense. She had been an executive assistant for three years now and not once had she gotten the opportunity to move up in the company. It may have been the economy, but no one seemed to move forward. Middle managers were stagnating as much as those on the rungs below. She was coming up on twenty-three and she was sure she was beginning to feel old age settling into her bones already.