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Subject: {ASSM} 'Officer James' M/F, cons, oral
Date: Mon, 24 Jul 2000 05:10:05 -0400
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If you don't like stories with sexual content - dont bother reading this.
If for any reason it is illegal for you to read this story, don't read it.
This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written
permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this
notice attached. The author may be contacted at sxyredgrl@aol.com.
All the characters and events in this story are fictional, any resemblance
to real people or events is entirely coincidental.
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This is my first attempt at story writing - constructive commments welcomed.
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Codes: M/F, cons, oral
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I met him in the empty parking lot at 6:15pm. It was Friday evening on a
holiday weekend and the last of the nearby office workers had left hours ago.
It was still too early for the boardwalk crowd to show up for the nightlife on
the beach; but with the storm brewing off the coast, there was a 90% chance of
rain. I doubt the boardwalk crowd would even come out. Officer James Padilla
and I were alone.
He got in my car and immediately pulled me towards him, his right hand grabbing
my shoulder and the left hand at the back of my head. He kissed me lightly at
first, and then, as he wove his fingers into my long red hair and tugged it
lightly... his tongue parted my lips and we kissed deeply. There was a ferver
to his kissing - it was always intense and passionate.... it left both of us
breathless and wanting more.
James released my shoulder and moved his right hand to the buttons on my dress.
I didnt move as I felt his fingers work each button free and my dress fall
open little by little. My chest heaving with each breath, I felt his fingers
lightly touch my breasts as I inhaled deeply. When the buttons down to my waist
were open, he stopped to pull open my dress and expose the sheer bra I had worn
just for him.
His mouth and hands wandered down to my ample breasts, kissing, licking,
pinching, sucking. He unsnapped the front closure of my bra easily then he
took my hand in his and guided it down to his cock. I could feel it so
distinctly through his jeans... and all I could think about was getting my lips
wrapped around it again. I reached to his waistband and fumbled with his belt
and zipper, anxiously anticipating the hard cock that was waiting for me
underneath. Sensing I was having a difficult time trying to use one hand, he
undid his belt and zipper for me, then carefully placing his gun and badge on
the floor of the car. He opened up his pants and pulled down his underwear to
reveal his swollen member.
Without hesitation, I leaned over in my seat and placed my head in his lap. I
inhaled deeply, lingering there, smelling his scent and feeling the head of his
penis caress my cheek. He placed his hands on the back and sides of my head,
intertwining his fingers in my hair... playing with the long, silky, locks. I
longed to taste him in my mouth and throat - but when I moved my head to take
him into my mouth, he held my head gently on his lap. With one hand, he pulled
my head up a few inches above the tip of his penis. I wanted his cock so badly
that I could feel the saliva pooling on my tongue.
"Is this what you want?", he asked, holding his hard cock with his other hand -
wavering it in front of my lips, wickedly teasing me. All I could think of at
the moment was the taste of his cock.... I smelled it... I wanted to hold it...
I wanted to taste it. I couldnt answer anything but a muffled "Uh huh" and
feebly try to nod my head up and down. There wasnt room for much else in my
car, and he couldnt just take me on the hood of the car, for fear of being
reported and losing his job.
With that, he lowered my mouth onto his cock and held my head with both of his
hands. Slowly I flicked the very tip of my tongue on the tip of his hard penis,
making sure my tongue had covered every bit of the head before moving my lips
down the shaft another inch. I knew this drove James crazy... I loved testing
him to see how long it would take before he grew impatient and shoved me down
his cock until the tip was tearing at the back of my throat. I twirled my
tongue around the head, the popped it out of my mouth with one of those juicy
noises the porn stars all make. Then I took his cock in my hand and licked it
up and down like an ice cream cone. I love nibbling on the soft excess skin on
the underside... gently taking it between my lips and pulling ever so
softly.... working my way down to his balls.
James was always impeccibaly groomed. He took care to keep his pubic hair
trimmed close - but not too close. I loved licking him from cock tip to balls
- taking him all the way to the back of my throat and not getting stray hairs
in my mouth too.
I took each testicle into my mouth, very gently, one at a time. I released
them into my hand and began to work his cock again. I gently squoze his balls
as I increased the suction with my mouth. I felt him begin to work his hips -
thrusting his hard cock to the back of my throat... it was perfect - he knew
exactly where to stop his thrusting before hurting me. Gawd, I loved giving
this man head.
James grabbed my head with both hands now - intertwining my hair in his
fingers. He was moaning now... deep gutteral sounds that vibrated my head when
it brushed up against his belly. He guided my head up and down his throbbing
meat faster and harder, pulling me by the hair at times - I gave up control to
him and let him use me entirely to his satisfaction. We were a good team at
this... our timing could not have been more perfect. Sometimes, just before
he came, James would ask me if I were wet for him - knowing that I could not
answer with my mouth full, I'd stare up at him with my hazel eyes. As soon as
our eyes met - I'd feel the eruption at the back of my throat. James always
came by the quartfull - his sticky sweet juice draining directly in the back my
throat as he arched his back and curved his hips. I enjoyed gulping down every
drop, but sometimes I'd keep just a tiny taste of him on the tip of my tongue
before swallowing that too.
I licked and suckled him until his erection was entirely gone. His cum in my
mouth was completely swallowed away. James drew me up to his face and began
kissing me passionately again. I can not tell you in words how much of a turn
on it is for a man to kiss me so intensely right after giving him a blow job
like this. Many men are afraid of tasting their own cum.... even in the minute
traces that may be lingering after a complete swallow.... but James wasnt. He
knew I'd never feed him a kiss dripping of it - in fact, I dont know if he even
tasted anything at all.
We snuggled in eachothers arms, occassionally peering through the steamed up
windows to gaze at the approaching storm on the horizon. The colors in the sky
put out by the setting sun and storm clouds reminded me of how Officer James
Padilla and I first met.....
<<< see chapter 2. >>>>>
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