Police Officer Sex Fantasy: No Ticket For Me ♕

He asked me if I knew why he’d stopped me

Of course, I knew, I was going too fast but this was all part of my police officer sex fantasy. I wouldn’t tell him that, though. I always stop at my friend Brenda’s coffee shop on my way to work, and sometimes, this police officer is there, and each time I look at him, I can feel the man undressing me with his eyes. Looks at me the same way a wild animal looks at its prey. One day I asked my friend Brenda where officer dreamy was—that’s what we called him, because he was massive, built like a god—and she told me he had casually mentioned he would be keeping an eye on the traffic that morning, stationed in the road that I took every morning on my way to work.

All I had to do was drive like hell, it wasn’t long before I saw the red and blue lights. I pulled over, and he came into my window. He asked for my license and registration. I had them on me, of course. But I said I had forgotten them at home and I was very very sorry. I was squeezing my arms together to push my tits up. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and my shirt was not buttoned all the way up. He would not quit staring. Then he ordered me to leave the vehicle. The buttons on his shirt seemed about to burst, barely able to contain a toned chest.

He told me to turn over and put my hands on the roof of my vehicle

And when he commanded me to open my legs I did so immediately. I was only wearing a skirt, no underwear. He came in close and grabbed my hips, leaning into me. I felt a huge bulge pressing against my ass. I initially thought it was something on his belt, but I soon realized—when that thing started to get harder and harder—that I was feeling his cock. If it felt like that while soft and tucked away inside his pants, I was in for the ride of a lifetime. Was my police officer sex fantasy really happening?

His hands went up and down my body, pressing my tits, exploring every inch of my skin. Before I knew it I was moving my hips, grinding against his cock, which was getting stiffer now. I felt one hand closing on my neck, choking me, as another hand moved up my thigh. Then, I turned around and I met his lips with mine, just as his finger entered my wet pussy. I began to softly moan. My sounds were muffled by his tongue. One, two, three fingers deep inside me, as his thumb pressed and circled my clit. I was already drawing in pleasure when he told me he would have to place me under arrest because I was resisting. I playfully said no, but he pinned my wrists together behind my back and cuffed me.

This Was The Police Sex Fantasy I Always Wanted

He dragged me to the cop car and tossed me into the back seat. He expertly flipped me over so that I lay on my stomach, feet just outside the car. I felt his weight on me, the man was massive and I was just so little and frail. Officer H pushed my face into the car seat. I tried to move, but he did that because knew I had to be kept quiet. I couldn’t scream, but I did try, shouting in pleasure and agony at the top of my lungs as his monster cock pushed in. He whispered, ordering me to stay quiet, and started fucking me.

It was the best cock I’d ever had. His thrusts would shake the whole car, and with each new movement, he’d bury his cock deeper and deeper until he reached my end. He was filling me up with his manhood, and I was loving it. As he moved faster, fucking me with the voracity of an animal, I started cumming over and over. That hadn’t happened to me in years, but I was so into him, and he fucked me so roughly, that I could not stop cumming.