Passionate police

Moderator's comment (2008-9-16 20:44): Too short, no extra points! A passionate policeman

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I know this policeman because he's been coming to the store where I work for the past few months. Every time I see him, my heart races. Maybe it's his deep, sexy eyes, maybe it's his handsome smile, or maybe it's the way he calls my name—whatever the reason, he makes me swoon.

For the past few weeks, he's been coming in the evenings to chat with me. Every time a police car pulls up, I try to suppress my excitement, but secretly I wish it was him in the car. Recently, one evening, he came to the store, went behind the counter, sat next to me, and started chatting. Somehow, we started talking about sex. He asked me what I liked to do, what I'd done before, and then he asked if there were any new things I'd like to try. I felt my face getting hotter and hotter, and I kept wiping the sweat from my palms onto my jeans.

I whispered, "There are some things I can't tell you." I really couldn't tell him how much I wanted to do it with him in his police car.

He said, "Don't even try," giving me a smile that blew me away.

I shook my head in protest.

He asked again in a deep voice, "Is it related to the blue warning light on the car?"

I whispered back, "Maybe."

He seemed to like my answer, and just then, he received an order. As he drove out of the parking lot, I quickly locked the front door of the shop. Now that my fantasy was about to come true, I was at a loss, my mind racing with desire, unable to calm down.

I rushed to the shop's bathroom, pulling my jeans and underwear up to my knees and placing my hand on my genitals. It was already slippery there, and as I masturbated, I started to fantasize...

In the room behind the shop, my neck started to sting. I knew someone was watching. I turned around and saw my policeman lover standing by the door.

He asked, "Busy?"

I replied, "Not really." My heart was pounding in my chest. He took a step closer to me, and now we stood chest to chest. Summoning my courage, my fingertips traced the edge of the police badge on his chest, then I reached out and lightly touched his cheek. He lowered his head and kissed me. His kiss was passionate, exciting me. Responding to his passion, I pressed my body tightly against his, wanting him to take it to the next level as quickly as I did. I wrapped my arms around his waist, my thighs pressed against his. The handcuffs on his waist felt cool to the touch.

His penis gradually hardened, and my hand slid down his inner thigh, finally grasping it. His hands caressed my breasts, teasing my erect nipples. My panties were already soaked with arousal fluid, and pleasure gradually rose. I unzipped his pants and pulled out his erect penis. His penis was perfectly hard, smooth to the touch. After a few strokes, until he secreted a clear fluid, he pulled my skirt up to my waist and down my panties.

He whispered, "Turn around." I turned and leaned against the shelf. He gripped my buttocks tightly, and I felt his penis slide between my legs. Suddenly, he only inserted the glans, then pulled out. He then inserted a little more, pulled out a few times, and withdrew again.

I whispered, "Ah, please." When he was fully inside me, I let out a sigh of pleasure. As his hand simultaneously teased my clitoris, the pleasure surged. He continued thrusting while his other hand caressed my breasts. After a rapid, intense tremor of excitement, I succumbed to a powerful orgasm.

After a while, I came to my senses and turned to face him. I kicked over a milk crate to sit on, placed my hands on his buttocks, and pulled him closer. My juices glistened on his penis. I teased it with my tongue, and it throbbed a few times. Watching his breathing, I licked and sucked his penis from top to bottom. Next, I switched from my tongue to my hands, steadily stroking, licking, kissing, and swirling my tongue around the glans. Next, I immediately began to suck rapidly. His glans grew larger and larger, and I sucked and moved my hand even faster.

He panted, "I'm about to cum."

I gripped him tightly, pulling and stroking him, and even used my tongue to squeeze his glans. I slightly opened my mouth so he could see his hot, forceful semen flowing down my throat.

As I thought about swallowing his semen, my legs bent from the orgasm, causing me to slip onto the bathroom floor. My hands were covered in vaginal fluid, and my reverie faded away.

With a satisfied smile, I washed my hands and continued working. [ Last edited by feifei777 on 2008-9-18 15:50 ]

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