Cuffed By The Cop

by Jamie Klaire

  "My you are an eager thing aren't you? You fight and you struggle, but your hot puss is doing everything it can to get closer to me. You want my cock, don't you? My baton was just an appetizer. Your brain and your words say no, I'm too big, but your sucking mouth and your needy puss are just begging to be filled."

  Before she could answer, his tongue dove deep again, filling her mouth. She kissed him back this time, exploring his tongue with her own. He pulled on her hair again, making her moan against his mouth. That sound made him hotter, so he tugged harder on her hair, this time pulling her mouth away from his, and exposing her neck. His hot mouth sucked on her neck, biting into the tender flesh.

  The feelings his mouth on her neck released in her made her press her breasts against his chest. Her nipples wanted to be sucked as well.

  "I'll get to those. But first I want to mark this delicate little neck with my teeth. Then I'll suck your breasts til you beg me to take you."

  Each gentle nibble and fierce hard bite of his teeth on her neck and then her shoulder made her hips buck and thrust of their own will. He yanked her shirt up over her breasts, and then yanked harder, pulling the front of her shirt up over her head. He left the tail of her shirt there, like a hoodie on backwards, covering her face.

  The loss of sight made Emma buck and fight against her cuffs. She couldn't see anything clearly now. She could still see him through the fabric of her shirt, but now he was blurred. She felt his hands dip roughly into the cups of her bra, and pull her large, round breasts out of their nest. She felt the cool air on her bare breasts, exposed and presented to Scott on the platter that was her still fastened bra.

  She heard his swift intake of breath. "Damn Emma, your tits are amazing. Your nipples are so pink, they are puckering so sweetly in the breeze. It makes me want to suck on them. Your tits are bigger than I thought. That shirt doesn't do them justice. I like your shirt way better now, over your head. Tits like yours are meant to be seen. So round, so heavy and firm, I want to slide my cock between them. Shit. Now I'm going to have to decide if I want to cum on them. I was planning on coming deep inside your hot pussy, but now... I'd love to watch as your tits took squirt after squirt of my warm cum. Fuck, Emma, you are making this hard."

  Emma saw the shape of him come closer, but she was surprised by the warm mouth when it covered her nipple. She bucked again, pulling against the cuffs as he pulled her nipple sharply into his mouth, sucking roughly. She felt his hand cover her other breast, lifting and squeezing that one as his mouth explored the other. She moaned as the sensations rolled through her. He was drawing on her breast, pulling want and need from deep inside her as his tongue flicked over her proud, erect nipple.

  He pressed her tits together with both hands, his mouth switching quickly back and forth between them. Sucking first one nipple and then the other. His thumbs circled them and he pinched, making her jump and causing a sweet squeak to fall from her lips.

  "I swear Emma, if I had known it was going to be like this, I never would have even tried to resist you. The minute you offered 'Anything, officer' I would have had my cock in your mouth so fast. You are being such a good girl. I'm almost disappointed that you aren't fighting me."

  Scott hands left her tits to explore farther south. He put his palm on her swollen mound and pressed two fingers against her pussy lips, pressing her soaked red panties into the cleft. "Fuck, you are dripping wet for me, aren't you?"

  He rocked his hand back and forth over her panties, pressing the wet fabric farther into her slit. Emma moaned loudly, spreading her thighs to allow him better access, and rocking herself against his hand.

  "Oh God, Scott. I can't take it anymore." She said, her voice muffled a bit by her shirt still over her head.

  "I told you to address me as sir, or officer, did I not?"

  "Please officer, I want to come. Please. I can try. I can try to take your huge cock. Put it inside me. God, I need your hardness inside me."

  "Not so fast, I will fuck you, Emma. I promise. But not yet."

  Scott backed away from her, she could see his form through her shirt, "Where are you going?"

  "Nowhere baby. I'm right here; I just want another picture of you."

  The effect was immediate. Emma started yanking and fighting against the cuffs again. "No Scott, damn it. No pictures."

  "No one can tell it's you now, not with that shirt over your head. And I want something to remember this by. You are so fucking hot cuffed to my cruiser. The finest tits I have ever seen bouncing as you struggle. Your wet red panties wiggling around. Spread your legs, baby. Oh, fuck yeah."

  She could hear the clicks as his camera took shot after shot of her, her arms pinned to his light bar, her tits out on display. All she wanted was for him to stop taking pictures and come back over, pull her panties aside and fuck her. The thought of taking his huge cock was no longer scary, she craved it.

  It was like he could hear her unspoken thoughts because she heard him ask from a few feet away with the camera, "Tell me what you want me to do to you."

  She groaned instead, the need for release too much to put into words.

  "You are so wound up you can't even speak, aren't you? I'll help. Would you like me to come over there, kneel down between your legs and lick you like you licked me?"

  Emma made a keening noise, the want coursing through her.

  "Answer me."

  "Yes."

  "Excuse me?"

  "Yes, officer. Please. Lick me. Lick my wet pussy like I licked your throbbing cock."

  "Would you like me to turn you back around instead and fuck you from behind?"

  "Yes. Please Officer, I'll do anything. Please. Just let me cum. I need you."

  "What? Say it louder. The video camera didn't quite catch that."

  Emma bucked and fought against the restraints at the thought of him filming this against her will. Starring in a sex tape was not anything she had imagined when she offered herself to get out of her tickets and warrant. A quick blow job in the back of his squad car was as far as she had imagined would really happen. Now she was blindfolded by her own shirt, cuffed to his car in her panties.

  Scott said again, "Your face is hidden, remember? No one will ever know. Would you like me to leave the camera running when I fuck you?"

  "No. Yes. I don't care. Just..."

  Emma could barely make out Scott bending over, placing something on the ground. He leaned it against a rock so it stood tall. Then he turned toward her and walked quickly to her. He dropped to his knees in front of her and yanked her panties down. He pulled them down over her knees, sliding them off completely. In one quick motion he slid two fingers inside her slick wetness, and covered her lips with his mouth.

  Emma bucked again, the feel of his tongue on her clit as his fingers pressed inside her sending waves of pleasure through her. She opened her legs to him, begging. He used his free hand to pull her one leg over his shoulder, allowing more access to her slickness. He sucked her lips into his mouth, slurping her juices. He grabbed her ass, pressing her against his face. His fingers fucked her tight hole as his tongue pressed and licked and flicked her sensitive clit.

  "Cum now. Cum for me. I want to feel your tight puss clench around my fingers. And then I am going to fuck you. I'm going to fill you with my impatient cock and I'm going to drill you into the side of my car until my juices run out of you."

  He stopped talking and sucked her clit again, then rubbed his tongue against it, over and over until he could feel her sheath close even tighter around his fingers. He slid his fingers out, sliding his thumb back in to take their place. His fingers, slick with her wet pussy juice, slid back farther along her sweet slit, feeling, pressing until he came to the tight, puckered skin of her farthermost hole.

  She squealed above his head as he pressed the tip of his finger against the resistance of her tightly closed asshole. The wetness from her pussy and the firmness of the pressure allowed his finger to slide slowly into her forbidden hole, he wiggle
d his finger just a bit, pressing and widening her tight ass.

  No one had ever touched her there before, and the strange feeling of this new assault, combined with his thumb fucking her pussy and his tongue rubbing and flicking her clit was just too much to handle.

  "Oh, shit. I'm so close. Oh, God, yes, oh fuck."

  Emma felt her tight pussy squeeze and throb as wave after wave of her orgasm washed over her. She wondered at it. She had never come like this with her boyfriend. Or even when she got herself off with her trusty toys.

  Before the last wave finished, Scott was standing in front of her, his gun belt undone and his uniform pants pooled around his ankles. Cock in hand, he pressed his engorged tip into her wet, swollen lips. Slowly, slowly, taking advantage of Emma's slickness, he eased himself inside her.

  "Fuck me, Officer Scott, you are huge. Slower, please, you're stretching me. Wait, don't move. Let me get used to you."

  "I'll try. I can't stay still long. Don't move though. If you wiggle, or even breath too hard, I won't be able to control myself. And I won't be able to stop. I mean it Emma, one wiggle of your tit, or one last squeezing wave of your orgasm and I'll be gone. I want to drive into you so hard."

  Emma stayed still, enjoying the feel of Scott's massive cock stretching her tight lips. She felt so full, but she wanted more. She wanted to rock against him, but she knew that if she did, he would split her in half and he wouldn't stop until he came, until he spilled his hot seed deep inside her.

  She decided she was ready, scared or not she wanted all of him. Scott was right, all it took was one little rock of her hips and he let out an animal's roar. He slid ball deep into her tight, stretched pussy, and hit bottom. Her pussy stretched and pulled and took every almost painful inch of him.

  He pulled out quickly, and drove his throbbing cock deep into her again. Now that he'd been released he couldn't rein himself back in. Again and again, he pounded her against the side of his patrol car.

  "Holy shit Emma, you are so damn tight."

  He pulled her legs up, wrapping them around his waist, and then he cupped her ass, pushing himself even deeper again and again. That position pressed Emma's clit firmly against his pelvic bone, causing her to cry out.

  "Yes, scream for me, prisoner. Scream and yell and take it. Take my cock, you naughty, dirty girl."

  Scott used one hand to support her weight as he pressed her against the car, and his fingers searched behind her until he found her back door again, burying a finger in her ass as he pounded into her pussy.

  "Oh God, I'm going to cum again." Emma yelled it out, muffled through her shirt.

  "Oh yes, that's it Em, oh yes, cum with me. I want to feel your juices, squeeze me tighter, fuck, fuck, fuck."

  The feel of Emma's hungry pussy throbbing all around his near bursting cock sent Scott over the edge. He cried out again, his seed splashing against the inner walls of her stretched out pussy with every burst. As he thrust in and out his cum dripped out over her lips, wetting her even more as he pounded and came and pounded some more.

  When he was wrung dry, his weight still had her pinned against the car. He held her up, impaled as they recovered from their orgasms. Emma giggled, saying, "I can feel you leaking out of me. The warmth of it is running and dripping."

  "Oh fuck, Emma." Scott sighed as he leaned against her. Her shirt had come loose at the end, and he looked into her sated, content eyes. His mouth found hers, and he kissed her slow, searching and deep.

  "I never imagined it would be like this." He said against her mouth.

  "You?" She laughed softly. "I didn't know feelings like those even existed. I knew I ached for something, I just never knew what. Brandy is one lucky woman."

  He laughed roughly. "Please. Brandy barely lets me touch her. She tolerates my husbandly needs, that’s all."

  They were quiet after that confession. Scott gingerly pulled out of her, unplugging her, allowing him to gush out of her as he released her legs and she stood upright. He un-cuffed her from the lights, and they quietly got dressed. There wasn't anything nearby to clean up with, so Emma was forced to decide between putting her soaked panties back on to contain some of his warm seed, or to go without her panties completely. She decided to leave them off and tucked them into her back pocket. She liked the idea of him dripping down her thighs as she walked.

  Once they were ready, Scott opened the passenger side door of the car for her. She sat beside him as he started the car, pulling out of their barely hidden spot. She felt a little awkward now, riding beside him, her needs sated. She tried to lighten the mood, saying "I've been in the front and back seat of a cop car now. This is not how I thought my day was going to go when I left dads this morning."

  Scott seconded that.

  "Emma. I hope you are still ok with everything. I will take care of your tickets as soon as I get back to the precinct."

  "Thank you." She hesitated a minute before asking. "Um, Scott?"

  "Yeah?"

  "Can you send me a copy of that video?"

  He looked over at her, surprised. "Sure. But if it is to hold it against me if your tickets aren't cleared, you don't have to. I gave you my word. That video could really get me in trouble. With my wife for one, but also with your dad. Or my job. Holding you, restrained and blindfolded could look bad. You would hold my job and my life in your hands."

  "Then why did you take it? Without the pictures and the video, there is no proof of anything."

  "Let's just say that having it, either to delete if I want, or to look at whenever I feel that surely I must have dreamed the whole thing, the risk is worth it. That was by far the hottest thing that has ever happened to me, and I plan on enjoying the video again and again."

  Hearing that gave Emma a warm, secret thrill. Knowing that she had Scott in a primal way that even his own wife hadn't had made Emma horny all over again. She shifted in her seat, her cream-wet pussy already wanting round two.

  "Sore?" Scott asked, understandingly.

  "Yes, a bit. I'm sure I will have trouble walking tomorrow, but I was actually wondering..." She faded off, embarrassed at wanting him again.

  "Wondering what?"

  "Well, I tend to drive pretty fast. These tickets just seem to add up before I know it. I know these will disappear, but if I find myself with more tickets...?"

  Officer Scott laughed out loud, long and hard. He looked over at a mussed up, still dripping, sated for now horny, eager little thing, and he felt his cock start to stir again.

  "Tell you what Emma. If you find yourself in this situation again, you just let me know, alright. I had a lot more planned for you today, but I gave into you before I finished it all. I have plenty of ways in store for you to work off any more tickets. Just do me a favor huh? Don't let them get to warrant status. We should clear your tickets pretty regularly to keep your troublesome ass out of jail. Deal?"

  Emma grinned back at him, "Deal."

  The End

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  Bonus sample of In Public- Fireworks Show

  I felt Donald's gaze, and a quick squeeze of his fingers in mine. I looked over at him as a really loud boom unleashed a flash of color above us, reflected in Donald's eyes as he shot me a naughty, shit-eating grin.

  Oh fuck, I knew that grin. That grin meant shit was about to go down.

  I tried to figure out what he was thinking, as I watched him unfold the lighter, extra blanket we had brought. He spread it over himself and me, as smoothly as he could while lying beside me. The edges of it landed on Aaron, alerting him to something going on. Aaron waited, watching from the corner of his eye, to see what Donald had planned. Watching was something he enjoyed. He usually let Donald start whatever, watching, and eventually joining in.

  With one last, devilish wink, Donald's head disappeared under the blanket. I felt him squirming around, not quite sure what he had in mind. The sudden, wet tongue, licking my thigh was my first real clue. I gasped, grateful that the noise of the fireworks and the loud mus
ic hid the sound.

  Oh no! He wouldn't! Not here.

  Oh yes, he would, I amended, as I felt his tongue slide higher. I squeezed Aaron's hand tighter, in reflex, and felt a slow grin spread across his face, his thoughts suddenly in perfect alignment with his brother's.

  I felt panic hit, as Donald's mouth licked higher up my thigh. He was nothing more than a dark blob under a blanket to anyone watching, but to me, he was the hot, wet tongue, licking inch by inch up my flesh.

  I felt my thighs open wider, welcoming him, even as my brain screamed, "What the hell are you thinking?"

  I was wearing a dress, and I felt the fabric of it slowly slide higher, as he pushed it out of his way, ahead of his seeking mouth. As his mouth teased my inner thigh, just below the crotch of my panties, I couldn't contain the soft squeal that escaped my lips.

  My hands closed harder around Aaron's hand.

  "Tell me, what is he doing?" He whispered the words into my ear.

  "I think he's going to... Oh God. Yes, he is." I tried to whisper back, quietly.

  He laughed, a low rumble in the dark beside me.

  "He is what?"

  "He is licking my pussy. He's pushed my dress up, and is licking my pussy over my panties. Oh, holy hell. It feels so fucking good, too."

  "Kiss me."

  I turned my head toward Aaron, kissing him hot and hard as Donald's tongue wet the fabric of my panties. He was on his stomach now, lying between my legs, under cover of the blanket, nipping and licking me as the fireworks blasted overhead.

  I felt his fingers brush the crotch of my panties aside, pulling them over, exposing my naked flesh to his exploring tongue. Ummm, a heavy sigh rushed through my lips as his fingers joined his tongue. I felt his rough fingers slide inside me, his tongue circling and pressing so softly on my clit.

  My hips rocked, a rhythm as old as time, opening, pressing against his mouth and fingers. I bit Aaron's lower lip, and then sucked on his tongue, as the fireworks crashed and opened above us, and as Donald opened my pussy wider with his fingers and tongue.

  I felt Aaron pull the blanket higher over me, and then slide his hand down the front of my dress. He couldn't get far, so his hand came back out, tugging my straps down. He slid the straps over my shoulders, exposing my pert, full breasts to his hands. His fingers teased and pinched my nipples and I felt him slither down under the blanket as well.