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He was coming home from a meeting in the neighboring sheriffs’s station that ran late into the evening, what they were discussing didn’t matter once he spotted you.
He could only see your backside as you lean over the propped open hood of your car. Your excellent figure wasn’t the first thing he noticed, though he did take notice; you were wearing a white sundress, reaching above your ankles to match the white Mary Jane heels, practically glowing as his headlights shone over you.
He was on the the opposite side of the road and he quickly did a u-turn and parked behind your car, finally making you look up. He dims his beams one setting less and steps out, allowing you to read the words Constable on the door before he shuts it.
“How’re you doing?” He says in his authoritative southern accent. You smile up at him, almost in relief of some help. “Car trouble?”
You laugh lightly, gazing down at the black smudges on your fingertips and streaks up your forearms. “Yes, she was working just fine and then just. . .”
He follows your eyes back to the pink 1966 Dodge Monaco. An odd choice for you, he thinks, but he really shouldn’t judge too quickly.
“You need a jump start?” He motions behind him for the cables.
“No, I think it’s something with the engine?” A strong gust of Octoberian air pushes your hair into your face, so you flip it behind you, accenting your collarbones. “I’m not sure, I’m—“ you laugh again at yourself. “—I don’t really know much about cars.”
Rick nods, hiding his amusement with a friendly smile. “Well, there is a repair shop, few miles that way,” referring to the town he just came from. “Might be closed, now.”
Your smile drops upon his words. Your mouth forming a small ‘o’ as your eyes filled with a small sense of panic.
“But I know the owner, he’s a friend of mine, might be able to talk to him, get him to help you out.” A thankful smiles paints your features and stirs a hot feeling in his stomach.
“Thank you, so much, officer.” Your hands clasp together in gratitude to your chin, and he can’t help but notice how your breasts push together, lifting a little higher like round pillows just for him to lean his head on.
“I can’t promise it won’t be done before tomorrow morning.”
“Oh,” where were you going to spend the night then?
“There’s a motel not too far from the shop, I can take you there, if you’d like.”
Again, you thanked him and dipped through the drivers window to grab your purse. He opens the passengers side for you, catching a scent of a mixture of lavender and vanilla. As he rounds the front of his vehicle he shakes off the goosebumps trailing down his abdomen.
He starts small talk, to fill the silence and to distract himself from his thoughts as you wipe your arms and fingers clean with a wet-wipe.
“Well, the car was a gift for my birthday, I haven’t had a problem with it until now.”
“You seem to take good care of it,”
You laugh, “Clearly not enough.”
“You don’t have someone to help you? Husband?” He takes his eyes off the road for a second, checking your left hand. “Boyfriend?”
You bite your lip and turn to face your crossed legs. “Uh, no. No boyfriend.” Then composing yourself you find the courage to look up to him, “It’s just me.”
“It’s dangerous for you to be out on your own,” He says, his deep tone making you question if you made the wrong choice stepping inside this car, but at the same time a fluttering erupts at his husky voice.
“Then I’m glad it was you, Officer Grimes, to come to my rescue.”
He stops at the first traffic light where you are the only vehicle on the road. He turns to you, the hue of the red lights overtakes your body, and the sparkle of innocence is replaced by something much more deviant.
You lean closer over to him over the center console, squeezing your legs together. His eyes flutter to your upturned lips, but before he can kiss you the light flashes green.
He pulls away and keeps his hand on the steering wheel, trying to control his breathing. He takes the fastest route and you two quickly arrive to the motel. It doesn’t have the best reviews, but what else can he do? Take you back to his home? Lay you in his bed? Have you in his —? No, this’ll do.
“I’ll be right back,” He avoids looking into your eye after he parks in the first space at the edge of the practicality vacant motel. He couldn’t get out quicker, leaving you in the air conditioned car and a satisfied smirk in your face. You smile at the rear view mirror after he almost trips up the sidewalk and turn your head away when he looks back.
In reality, you lied, you knew what was wrong with your car, alternator had chewed through another belt and tangled within itself. Someone before Rick had stopped to help you, he couldn’t hide his misogynistic comments, so you had to him flat out to fuck off. Then Rick arrived and you instantly you knew you wanted him to fuck you until you forgot all of your problems.
You wanted him; to grope you, to kiss you all over, to touch everywhere.
So, here while he took his time to talk to motel attendant, you stretch your legs and dip a hand into your white panties. You thought of bringing him into one of these room, having him take you from on top, from below, from behind, on the bed, in the shower, everywhere. It’s what motels were made for.
You fingers speed up on your clit, your entire mound shaking at your force. Imagining his fingers on you makes you wetter. Resting back against his chest instead of this seat, having his labored breaths against your neck and the hand not fingering you squeezing your breast.
You let out a strangled moan, holding yourself for a second longer. The thought of him retuning and finding you touch yourself makes you shake, and pushes you over the edge. The feeling would be much better with his hands. You roll your hips as you begin slowing down your motions.
You push your sticky underwear into your wanting hole, cleaning yourself. Collecting all your dripping juices, you pull them down from your body and wipe your fingers on the fabric before balling them up and stuffing them above Rick’s sun visor.
You quickly compose yourself, fixing your hair and cleaning the edges of lips where drops of drool managed to slip out.
He opens the door on his side, prompting you to shut close the visor in front of you and turn to him. You smile up at him, sparing a glance to the key in his hand, as if you didn’t just have a quick orgasm at the thought of him.
“I hope you didn’t pay for it,” You say almost guilty, holding his hand as he hands it to you. “I could have paid myself.”
“It was no problem.” He nods and slowly pulls his hand away.
“Let me reimburse you,” You object, opening your purse to grab a few bills. “After everything, I do owe you.”
“It’s alright.” But when you bring out three twenty dollar bills, he cups your hand and folds the same fingers that brought to climax over the money. He allows his hand to rest on top of yours and tilts his head down to show he is serious. “You don’t need to do that. It’s what I’m here for, to protect and serve.”
Your core pulsates, you need him now.
“You do a fine job, officer.” Then, without breaking eye contact, you place a hand on his thigh; your tone much more flirtatious than before. “But I do owe you. So much.”
You inch closer to his face, and after he makes no move to pull away, you bring your other hand and pull him into you. It starts gentle, escalating much faster when his hands grip your cheek and yours begin palming his growing erection in his pants.
He allows his desire fuel his decision making. Moving away from your addicting lips, he dips down and starts laying short kisses up and down your neck. At the same time, you begin undoing his pants, having to get through two layers of belts.
Quickly unzipping his pants, you slide your hand underneath his boxers and feel him. He lets out a deep moan into your ear, causing you to smirk and begin stroking him too slow of pace for his liking.
You pull out his large, hot yearning pipe—you want all eight inches to fill you. But before you can, you bend over the middle and take him into your mouth.
Rick gasps and he falls back into his seat. He doesn’t know what to do with his hands, but as you suck one side of his length and use your tongue to memorize every vein on him, he grips booth the door and the passenger’s headrest.
You hum against him, enjoying the noises he’s making. Taking him wholly into your mouth you start bobbing up and down; the sound of squelching from your saliva, your gagging, and his heavy moans emit through the car.
Ever so often you would glance up at to find him with his eye squeezed shut and his throat constricting, trying his best to not to scream at the top of his lungs. It was an ungodly image you’ll keep forever; but right now, you only hollow you cheeks and drive him further into your throat.
You warm mouth is a dream to Rick. He could stay in you forever, and until you say you don’t want to, he’ll relish how you practically suck the children out of him.
As much pleasure as you’re giving him, he can’t allow you to not be satisfied as well. His right hand reaches for your dress and tugs it to reveal your bare self to him.
“No panties?” He looks down at you and lets out a groan from the back his throat when you look up at him and swirl your tongue around his tip. The mischief in your eyes tells him everything. Well, so be it; He could give you want and so much more.
“Is this what you wanted?” His fingers find your already wet folds and teases your entrance with two digits. You whine with want into his hard length and push yourself back into him. “You wanted the nice officer to finger you?”
You let out a hum sounding like an “uh-huh”, and he smirks down at how easily you falter at his touch.
His other hand pulls your chin off of him, “Say it.”
You pant heavily as he brings you closer to him. Staring into his piercing blue eyes, begging him to just take you, you reply in a whiny tone, “I want the nice officer to finger me.”
“All you had to was ask politely, darling,” He kisses you again and without disconnecting your lips pulls you into his lap. Wrapping your hands around the back of his head, you hold yourself above his tempting cock. Your middles are so close, like two magnets needing to be connected.
Instead, his hand disappears under the skirt of your dress and finds your swollen pussy. He cups your mound and an illicit whimper pushes past your lips and onto his. He teases your hole with a finger, spreading the mixture of juices from your previously orgasm and you newfound arousal.
“Tell me,” he whispers and pushes his index finger into you. Then his middle finger, “How many times have you done this?” Then a third which causes you to have your mouth hangs open. “How many men have fallen for you?”
You shake your head hastily, hoping he wouldn’t stop. His three fingers thrust in and out of you, slowly speeding up.
“How many other have fucked you like I am right now?” his thrusting is making hard sticky noises as he rams into you.
“None,” you whisper out, holding on to his shoulder and moving your hips into his rhythm. “None like you, oh please.”
“Please what?”
“Please make me cum.”
Then he stills his finger inside you, “Have you always gotten what you’ve wanted?”
But he doesn’t stop you from fucking yourself on his fingers. On the contrary, he bunches up your dress tightly behind you so he can finally see the delicate flesh you want destroyed. You swallow him with every bounce. He answers his own question and brings his thumb up to your little bundle of nerves.
“Oh, yes!” You cry out in the ceiling with a smile. To add to the stimulation you bring the neckline of your dress down to expose your breasts and begin twisting your hardening nipples.
“Do you you ever wear anything underneath?” The sight of your gorgeous tits turns him on even more and he takes it out on your slippery sex. He pushes his entire palm into your clit and roughly rubs you off.
You moan out his name like that is the only word known to mankind. He swoops closer and replaces your hand over your breast with his mouth. Like you, he swirls his tongue over the tip and pulls back with a pop; he gives your other boob the same attention and leaves a small bite mark on the side.
You arch your back and tap his shoulder, forgetting how to use your mother tongue, “I’m gonna come, don’t stop.”
“Do it.” He responds quickly. “I wanna feel you.”
“I wanna—“ but you don’t know where the sentence is going as he brings his other hand to stimulate your clit harsher than before while his fingers focus on plunging into you.
“Yeah, baby, just like that.” He says after your hips stutter and jolt out of his touch. His fingers follow you, keeping you from calming down. “Just like that. Yeah, you’re so good for me.”
His fingers spread your arousal on your cheeks as he brings you to kiss him. But being you, you haven’t had enough.
Sitting yourself on top of him, you begin grinding against against his neglected cock. The ridges of his length brushing your clit when your push yourself closer to his pelvis.
“Rick, please fuck me.” You mumble into his lips.
“How many others do you remember doing it like this with?”
You can’t tell if he’s actually jealous or continuing to tease; either way, you lift yourself directly above his dick, waiting for him slide himself in, and unabashedly you place a finger to his lips to say, “All that matters is that you fuck me hard enough to forget.”
You fuel the fire burning his core and he slams into you entirely, knocking the air out of your lungs. He grins at your reaction and doesn’t allow you to adjust before he begins rutting into you.
Gripping the seat, you let out a deep groan of pleasure from the back of your throat. You try following his pace, but you’re too distracted by the feeling of stretch in your muscles and the way he slides against your walls.
He wraps his arms around your back, hugging you and keeping you still as he starts thrusting faster. “Is this how you thank every officer that helps you?”
You can’t remember; who’s ever fucked you like this, forcing another orgasm from your body like it was your civic duty. No one and nothing mattered when Rick is bringing you higher and higher to a point you didn’t think could be reached.
Holding yourself up with the handle above the door, you barely squeak out any denial of a previous affair before it turns into breathy moaning.
“Have they all filled this small pussy to the brim, huh?”
How he can keep a steady pace amazes you. And when he tilts your heads down to look him, he can see how cockdrunk you are from just him.
“You want me to come in you, sweetheart,” His tone is lighter but the power he holds over you is ever present. You nod hurriedly, your cunt clenching at the mere thought.
“Come in me, Officer Grimes, I need you to come in me.”
To assist you, he brings his hand between you and starting strumming your clit again. The overstimulation trembles your thighs, so he wraps his unoccupied hand around your waist to hold you down. Though your bouncing makes it hard to take your breast in his mouth, he lays his tongue flat to hover your nipple and allows your movements to find him every time you come down.
You tell him you’re right there and he tells you he’s right there with you. Letting go together snaps something inside you, so hold on to him. Wrapping your hands around his head, he lays against the crook of your neck, his hot breath panting out your name as you slow down over him.
Your pacing stutters but eventually sit down on him, his softening cock still inside you. Your sensitive cunt bucks a few times without permission, causing a few drops to leak out of you.
Once both your breathing is almost normal, you both pull back from each other. The sight of his disheveled hair and swollen lips brings a smile to your lips.
And just the way you tease him makes him want to bring you into your room and fuck you face down to show you what girls like you truly deserve.
“Thank you, again, Officer Grimes,” your hips can’t help but roll in small circles as you lean and kiss him one last time.
In one motion you pull back, adjust your top over your boobs, grab your purse and open his door to get out. You resist the deep sigh from exiting your lips at the loss in your hole. Closing the door quickly so no one could see the mess of an officer you kegs behind, you dip back down and reach for the motel key underneath his exposed cock.
“Drive safe, officer.”
Straightening your self, you brush down the wrinkles of your dress and sway your hips a bit, knowing he’s watching your every step to your room. The night breeze makes the cum running down your thighs to feel much cooler. You open the door and step inside; before you can close the door you turn to him and wiggle your fingers at him one last goodbye.
Rick doesn’t care if they saw his deputy police car there or not; he was fucked good and the rest of life didn’t matter. The entire drive home was spent in thoughts of you; he wonders if he’ll ever get another opportunity to really show you who he is.
Parking in his driveway 14 minutes later, he’s shocked at what lands in his lap. Grabbing the fabric he inspects it, his suspicions are confirmed when he unfolds it to find a cold goo in the crotch area. And he can’t resist himself.
You left it for him to find, and find it he did. And come again in it he did. He wished he went to return them, having you sleep with dirty panties with his seed in it. The image of you sleeping bare with the mixture of both him and you in your recent rendezvous is enough to come again the in the shower before falling asleep, wanting tomorrow to arrive sooner.
Returning the key the following morning, you asked the attended where the repair shop and the short walk prompted you to stand in front of a still closed shop store. Reading the hours, you realize you have another forty-five minutes to wait.
Not even a whole five minutes pass you spend sitting in the small bench besides the store before the same officer’s vehicle turns into the lot and parks in front of you.
You stand upon his presence, a swarm of butterflies in your stomach as he walks around the front of the car and meets you on the sidewalk. You didn’t except him today, and the sun highlighting his features make you realize how much more handsome he is compared to the dim light his car illuminated. His uniform is the same, but you assume it’s a second pair and not the ones you were above on.
“I’m glad I caught you here,”
“Really?” Your flirtatious banter doesn’t end with just your seductive voice. Stepping forward to close the distance, and wrap your hands under his and bring him closer. The kiss is much more gentle and less hurried, neither of you expecting anything to happen; the gesture is simply appropriate because you two are way passed formal greeting and good mornings.
“I think you left this last night,” Parting from you, he reveals your panties. You lick your lips to hide your shy smile and reach up to grab the still warm cloth, did he wash and dry it for you?
“Thank you, Officer.” But his grip is firm on your garments, making you raise an eyebrow up at his intentions.
“Allow me.”
And he kneels in front of you, holding the clean pair of panties in below you. You look around hesitantly but eventually slide your legs over. He keeps his eyes on yours as he trails the cloth up your calves and thighs, slowly stretching up to tower over you before finally allowing his hands to rest on your semi exposed hips.
A beat passes.
And then the soft, tranquil moments turns rushed. Crashing your lips together, both you and Rick push against each other, wanting to both lead. You grab on to the collar of his shirt, and he keeps you locks against his pelvis.
The breathy pants in between parts for breath is all that’s heard. Rick shifts the momentum when he crouches down and lifts you up and turns to place on the hood of his car.
Whining at the loss of his lip, he dips down and kisses the top of cleavage. He grabs your ankle and without thinking throw it over his arm to bring him closer.
He dips into your middle and his mouth immediately attaches to your clothed cunt. Moaning our his name, you throw your head back and push yourself onto his hot tongue. Your wet core soaking through to meet his salivating mouth.
Leaning back on one palm, the other hand pulls your dress to your stomach to see him smiling up at you as his tongue finishes soaking your panties.
“Oh, Rick, please,” you whine when his teeth scrape against your clit. You rolls your hips needing to feel him harder.
“The woman you are. .” his sentence is muffled as he speaks into your mound.
He stops the teasing and moves your precious panties to the side and dives into you. Your mouth doesn’t close for a second as you watch him.
He stiffens his tongue and plunges into you. His pace is slow and your hips begins bouncing forward and backward, doing majority of the work to give you self pleasure. He chuckles into you and pulls out. Before you can complain he tilts his head sideways and takes your labia into his entire mouth.
Throwing your head back you thread your fingers through this hair. His light stubble scratches the sides of your thighs which add to the burning sensation in your middle. His noses brushes against clit causing you to buck your self into him when he does.
“Oh, you’re so good that.” He lays his tongue flat in you and snakes his way from bottom to top to find your clit.
Spreading your juices, he sucks on you easier. And he takes. He lays his arms flat over your panting stomach and keeps you still as he eats you like a starving man. His slurping adds to desire, ever so often pulling back with a pop! of your flesh.
He’s wonderful man paying so much attention to your bundle of nerves, so much that you don’t even notice his hand moves until he sticks two of his fingers into you. Your pussy automatically clenches around him.
He curls his fingers in you, wanting to make you come as fast before someone arrives. Feeling yourself approaching, you meet him halfway; and when his tongue flicks your clit at the same speed his fingers fuck you, you groan and finally reach your release.
You pant out his name as both yours hands hold the back of his head into your trembling cunt. Your orgasm comes in a wave and he helps you slowly ride it out with his fingers still inside you.
Once your breath is not exaggeratingly labored, your gripping hole allows his fingers to leave you. Seeing your pussy pulsate your juices out of you forces him to dip in for one last time to taste you. Cleaning your magical flower, he kisses your clit, and finally moves your damp panties to cover you.
His light touches bring a heat to both your faces. Because it was pure lust and desire, and nothing more; he was the sheriff and you were just passing through.