Trust

by Alice May Ball

  He had me lead the way to the cruiser, I was nervous all the way. As we walked by the car, I saw his partner in the front seat watching me and checking me out. He was a cute, dark-haired boy. He looked quite young to be a cop.

  The patrolman opened the rear door for me and he put his hand on top of my head, saying, “Mind your head as you get in, Mrs. Harper.” As I climbed onto the bench seat inside, his hand slid down to my shoulder and I felt a powerful tingle run through me.

  When I was on the seat, my hand touched his and then a jolt went through me. Oh, I remember thrills like that. Since I was married, well, that’s another story.

  I was a little sad to think that a strong, virile young man like the trooper wouldn’t have any interest in an ordinary woman like me. He slid in beside me and closed the door.

  It was quite roomy in the back, but there was a black grille between the back seat and the front, which I found to be kind of oppressive. He said, “I’m Mike, by the way, Mrs. Harper,” then to his partner, “Joey, this is Mrs. Harper. I’ve brought her back for some questioning.”

  Joey turned. He nodded to me and said, “Ma’am.” He had heavenly liquid brown eyes.

  Mike asked me if I was staying nearby, or just passing through. I told him that I hadn’t planned to stay. Although I said that I was sure it was a very nice locality. I said, “Is this going to be a rough interrogation, officer?”

  “I don’t see any need for it to be that way, Mrs. Harper.”

  “What if I were to put up some resistance?”

  As he grinned, I saw his big, sharp teeth gleam. He said “Only if you were violent, Mrs. Harper.” I took his finger and put it between my teeth, and bit down, softly. I held it there and as I said, “Would this count?” My lips brushed his fingers.

  He said, “I don’t think so, Mrs. Harper,” but I got a look at the front of those nicely pressed gray pants with the stripe down the side. It looked like a very important part of him did think so. So, I thought I’d help it along. I bit a little harder and said, “How about now?”

  He said, “I’m going to have to ask you to let go of my finger, Mrs. Harper,” in his lovely, low voice. I held on.

  “And if I don’t?” I said, closing my lips around his finger and tasting the tip with my tongue. He tasted clean, dark, and very manly. The front of his pants was getting mighty tight.

  His voice had thickened as he said, “Then I may need to use force.”

  “Ooh,” I gurgled, “Much force?”

  Mike chewed his lip as he said, “As much force as it takes, Mrs. Harper.” At the tops of my thighs, I was getting damp and hot. In the close, thick air in the back of the police cruiser, I could smell my own heat.

  From the front, Joey said, “Is this about routine for questioning, Mike, is this how it normally goes?”

  Mike said, “You just keep your eyes forward, Joey. Keep a lookout for anything suspicious.”

  I could see Joey’s eyes in the big mirror. He was more interested in what was going on here in the back. Mike said, “I’m going to have to give you a citation, Mrs. Harper.”

  “Really, officer?” I may have pouted. “Isn’t there anything else you could give me instead, Mike?” The fabric at the front of his nice pants was under some strain now.

  “Anything like what, Mrs. Harper?”

  “Couple of slaps, maybe? Teach me a lesson?”

  He sighed, “Well…”

  “What if I interfered with your uniform?” my eyes were glued to the movement in his crotch, “In the course of your duties…” I reached across to smooth the cotton. It was awfully hot.

  Underneath, something very hard and forceful was bursting to get out. It seemed so uncomfortable for him, I really wanted to help. As my fingers smoothed the cotton, his strain didn’t seem to be going down.

  “You must have a hard shift, officer. It seems like you need relieving.”

  He said, “This is pretty irregular, ma’am.”

  “But I want to do whatever I can for the force, Mike.” Through his pants, I gripped his hardening member. “I feel it’s my duty.” And his green eyes watched mine as I took a hold of his zipper.

  When I tugged his fly down, his stiffening cock pressed the soft, white cotton of his shorts out of the widening opening. I said, “I think I have to un-holster your firearm, officer,” I peeled the shorts back and inside I found a thick, dark, massive cock, thrumming with life and energy.

  “Oh, my, officer,” my voice was thick and hoarse, “you are proud on duty.” I stroked his shaft and held it firm, thrilling at the length of it. The angry head was slick and shiny. I longed to taste it.

  Joey said, “I think I see something suspicious, Mike.”

  Mike said, “Just keep it under observation, son.” Then he added, “Discreet observation.” In the mirror, Joey’s eyes were round as saucers.

  I leaned down to blow on Mike’s hot, hard rod. “You are a fine, upstanding member of the force, Mike.” His hips pushed his upstanding member toward my waiting lips. I held it at the base, stretching it forward and up. Mike’s hips shifted and writhed.

  “Would you like my oral testimony, Mike?”

  “I would, Mrs. Harper.”

  I took a little lick up the underside of Mike’s gorgeous cock. It tasted dark and it had that strong, illicit tang of man. I pressed my tongue slowly up the whole length of it, then dragged it back down, then burrowed into the fluffy cotton of his shorts to lick at his balls with the tip.

  He shifted around on the black shiny seat as I stroked and licked his stiff, strong staff. Then I stroked the sides of it, gently, just enough to make it quiver and shake. He said, “God, that’s a moving violation,” and he sighed and moaned under his breath.

  I raked my nails up the insides of his powerful thighs, feeling them clench. Then I blew my hot breath into his pants and up, over the whole of his massive manhood, loving how it twitched.

  I plunged my lips over the head and dove onto it, feeling the sides with my lips as softly as I could, but making him wet. Nowhere near as wet as I was getting. My ass was squirming in my panties and anxious to get free of them.

  I stroked Mike’s hard, flat stomach, all the way down to his cock as I slipped my lips over him again, repeating the soft, wet motion, only slower.

  I thought that this would make a wonderful tease for him, especially as we were essentially out in the open, and with his rookie partner observing. I thought it would get him eager and wound up. Make him harder, more ardent.

  It certainly made him harder. Although I was barely touching him, the top half of his magnificent shaft was getting red and hot. As I lowered my lips down him, slower and slower, and pulled them back up again, I felt his blood pump and his vessels vibrate.

  Every couple of strokes, I gave him a suck on the way. Each time he jerked harder into my mouth. Each time I rested my hand on his stomach. I didn’t think he would be able to stand it for long, although I was in no hurry at all.

  There’s nothing I love more than a job well done, and sucking a cock is one of my very favorite jobs. I was right, though. He couldn’t take that for long. He grabbed my hair and started thrusting deep into my mouth while he pulled me hard onto his cock.

  I sucked harder and he shoved it all the way to the back of my tongue. I was going to give a little nod to let him know that he could go deeper, but he had dragged my hair to pull head down, so my lips went all the way to the base of his shaft.

  Sweet saliva gushed into my mouth, just as my juices wept into my panties. Mike’s cock jammed into my throat and I gurgled as he rammed it in, harder and deeper. I heard Joey shifting around in the front, but I couldn’t get a view of the mirror from where I was.

  My throat was hot, tight and wet around Mike’s throbbing cock. My eyes were wide as he slammed his rod harder into my face. Then he yanked me by the hair and pulled me up. He hoisted my face up next to his.

  Mascara, lipstick and rouge must have been smeared and streaked over my face like
the skidmarks at a crash site. He looked in my eye as he said, “Joey, I think you’d better attend and give assistance here.” My eyes widened and I licked my lips.

  His eyes blazed as his other hand ran down my neck, slipped the pretty dress off my shoulder then slid down into my bra. My hard, stinging nipple grazed against the fabric inside my bra as Mike grasped and firmly pumped my breast. I let out a guttural gasp as he squeezed.

  My stomach plunged and wild sensations spilled all the way through me as I heard the door behind me open and Joey climbed in. Mike turned me around. My face and my clothes a mess, I panted in front of Joey.

  Mike said, “She’s going to need restraining.” Joey looked me up and down, his eyes flashing. Mike went on, “We’d better search her first.”

  He yanked down the zipper at the back of my dress, then lifted it up and off me. He left me wearing nothing but the blue lacy bra, which was half off, tiny blue sheer panties, wet, sheer stockings which were wrinkling and my kitten-heel sandals.

  Joey stared, his tongue poking around inside his mouth. Mike ordered him, “Search inside her brassiere, officer.” Joey’s eyes grew wider.

  “Yes, sir.” he said. I pushed my chest out. He looked like he needed encouragement. Tentatively, Joey’s rather delicate hands reached up toward my bra. I put my lips next to his. That had the effect of squeezing my tits against his unsure hands.

  I tasted his breath as he tasted mine. He smelled fresh, young, somehow eager. I brushed his lips so softly with the tip of my tongue, and I said quietly, “Are you shy, Joey?” I felt he was uncertain, conflicted.

  He said quietly, “I’m a little confused, Mrs. Harper,” and his brown eyes looked imploringly into mine, “I was… ” He hesitated, then he swallowed and went on, “I watched in the mirror…” I nodded, not speaking and waited for him to continue.

  “I’m confused because I didn’t know who I was more envious of,” his eyebrow twitched so I took his hand and he went on. “Of Mike having his cock so beautifully sucked by this knockout woman,” his eyes flicked up, “you, Mrs. Harper.” My eyelids fluttered and my stomach too. I gave him a smile and he said, “Or of you, having Mike’s hard cock jammed in your wet throat.”

  I looked around to Mike. His look was sly and paternal at the same time. He said, “Well, son,” and his grin spread wide as he licked his lips, “In this particular cruiser, you can have your cock, and eat it, too”

  Joey was flushed, flustered, and flummoxed. Mike told him, “For now, restrain the suspect while I uncover some evidence.” He unhooked my bra, lifted my arms by my wrists, he was so strong and capable, then he handed my wrists to Joey who turned to kneel sideways on the bench.

  Mike said, “Play ’good cop, bad cop’ on her titties. See if she gives anything up,” and he drew off my panties as Joey pulled my wrists down to the upholstery, and held me pinned between his thighs, “I’m going to conduct a fingertip search.”

  My clit was buzzing hard, my pussy ached and wept. I looked up into Joey’s face as he held my wrists firmly with one hand and took my unhooked bra off with the other. His eyes flashed from Mike to my naked crotch to my quivering tits and up to my eyes.

  He was a beautiful boy, and his shyness made him all the hotter from where I was. Where I was being forcibly restrained between his strong thighs, of course. As he leaned to brush my nipples with his warm lips, I stretched up to nibble at his crotch.

  His nervousness made him grip my wrists really tight. He held me down with more force than he needed, and it hurt. I liked it.

  Mike ran his hands over my thighs, up the insides, up under my ass and grabbed the cheeks of my buttocks. His breath was hot and moist on my thighs as he crept upward, and his fingers drew up along my swollen crevice.

  My body twisted as he found and teased my most sensitive places. Straining with my arms held tight above my head, I let out fast, deep sighs as my pelvis rocked and turned.

  His strong, deft fingers parted my lips and my hips shook as he dragged up to the base of my clit. My back arched and my thighs clenched as he pressed there, then slowly, agonizingly slowly, pressed back down and into my soft, soaking petals.

  Joey leaned forward and gingerly took my nipple between his lips. I felt him tremble as he approached, and as best I could I pushed my breast to his mouth. I was somewhat distracted, though, by Mike’s fingers, ruthlessly plundering my pussy, plunging and prying and triggering my g-spot.

  My mouth searched for Joey’s cock in his pants, but from underneath, the effort just drove me wild with frustration. “Joey,” I moaned.

  “Ma’am?” he murmured into my breast.

  I sighed, “Joey, take out your nightstick. Show me your authority. Draw your weapon for me, please.”

  He said, “I’d have to release your arms, Mrs. Harper.”

  I told him, “I promise, Joey, I won’t try to escape.”

  Mike’s tongue flicked up the soft, sensitive insides of my thighs and my whole body shook with every feathery lick. The anticipation and the force of the two patrolmen was making me crazy. The confined space, the black upholstery and the grille all ramped up the voltage.

  As Mike’s firm tongue pressed on my clit, my thighs clamped on his head. I was relieved to discover that he’d taken off his shades, but I don’t think I could have let go, even if he still had them on.

  His tongue parted my buzzing lips and invaded me with a force. He turned it as he stretched it inside me and his lips were mashed against my clit. I felt his hot breaths around the tops of my thighs, up and under my buttocks and curling inside me.

  His lips flexed and I gasped and moaned, feeling my cool juices run down to my buttocks and all around his lips as he sucked without mercy. Joey had released his lovely long cock and bent back to suck my nipples, but I couldn’t reach his cock, however hard I struggled.

  I pushed my head up as far as I could between his hot, strong thighs, but Joey pinned my wrists so hard with just one hand. All I could do was stretch my neck under his strong torso and put out my tongue uselessly.

  My back arched and my pelvis thrashed against the machination of Mike’s evil, marvelous tongue in my cunt. My neck muscles tensed, all of my muscles tensed. My stomach rolled and my breasts heaved and reddened. My back arched, my fingers clawed and my toes curled.

  Waves and gusts and cascades of pulsing, pounding, bursting sensation racked me as I twisted, pinned by my arms, smothered under Joey’s body, held, taken and penetrated by Mike’s mouth and his fingers. Rolling surges of ecstasy sprang and lashed and blasted through me.

  I shouted, wordless, guttural yells as the well of riotous sensation brimmed and spilled and burst within me.

  The ripples continued for what seemed like a slow, blissful eternity. Joey hugged, sucked and held me and Mike stayed tight at my petals, softening as my trembling began to subside.

  Joey’s head nestled between my breasts. Mike said, “Rookie, you got some duties left to perform.” Drowsily, I looked down past Joey and saw Mike sitting back in the seat, his pants halfway down his gorgeous bulging thighs. His legs were spread wide and his massive cock stood stiff and erect.

  Joey looked toward him and said, “What about the suspect, Mike?”

  “Cuff her to the door.”

  The big metal cuffs were heavy on my wrists, and I was uncomfortable, lying on my side with my arms stretched to the door. It wouldn’t have been so bad, if I hadn’t been so anxious to watch as Joey’s mouth slid down the length of Mike’s hard cock.

  Mike groaned as Joey’s head bounced up and down, going deeper each time. Joey’s cock was still out of his uniform and stiffening against my thigh. No matter how I twisted and stretched, I couldn’t get my pussy near it.