Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: an109829@anon.penet.fi
Subject: To Serve and Protect  (f, mf)
Date: Mon, 25 Jul 1994 20:48:30 UTC

			 To Serve and Protect
				 by
				 Sue

	After a couple of days at the vacation cabin in the back woods
of Maine (see "On the Dock," which is a story that I posted
previously), and plenty of titillation and hijinx with my new friends
from the neighboring cottage, I have run out of groceries, so I've
gone off to the market in town. I'm on the way back now, and I am
really enjoying the wild and free feeling that comes from zipping down
the dirt road in my Miata convertible. Wind flows through my long
blond hair, which streams out behind me. My thin silk blouse is
pressed against my chest, and I can even feel the pressure of the wind
buffeting against the super-sensitive nerve endings in my nipples.
They are becoming quite erect, and looking down, I can see all the
detailed topography of my nipples and areoles: the swells and bumps
and even a hint of the pink color showing through the sheer material.
My attention to the road is tenuous at best, and my arousal leads me
to mentally relive some of the moments I have spent during the past
few days here in Maine. That first day watching the clean-shaven
neighbors through squinted eyes as they played each other's bodies
like finely tuned instruments. Mmmm.

	As these images cavort around in my mind, I'm feeling sexier
and sexier. I just have to play with my breasts for a minute. The silk
is plastered to me like a second skin, and it feels unbelievably
sensuous as use my left hand to massage the firm and plump flesh of
first one, and then the other breast. The nipples get some needed
attention, being prodded and pinched and tweaked. I can feel tickles
of muted sexual energy radiating down into the depths of my belly, and
eventually I let my hand slide down from my breasts, and then my
fingers thread themselves around the buttons and poke gently into my
belly button, stirring up more passion.

	I'm struggling to keep some small portion of my attention on
the road, and I let my speed drop to a more controllable rate. But I
can't resist letting my hand continue to slide further "south" until
it hooks around the hem of my short skirt, and upwards toward the
moistening target. My thighs part as much as they can under the
cramped circumstances, and the edge of my skirt blows up in the wind
so that I have free access to the crotch of my panties. Even before
my fingers reach all the way up to my satin-covered cunt, I know that
they will be greeted by a spreading wet spot, and that certainly turns
out to be the case. If it wasn't for the wind, I surely would be
inhaling the sultry aromas of my juices.

	I start by sliding my index finger up and down through the
separating outer labia. The combination of moisture and the red stain
creates an incredibly friction-free lubricant. And I discover that I
can hook my finger down and in so that the tip of my finger traces all
the way up from my asshole, pushed against the seat, and then up into
the entrance to my vagina, over my urethra, and then finally popping
over my clitoris. Repeating this motion several times, I find my
entire body twitching each time that my fingertip bobbles my clitoris,
and this results in a little swerve of the car. Fortunately, this
road from the village to my cabin is deserted and fairly wide, for I
am straddling and swerving around the imaginary centerline of the
gravel road.

	Jeez, this is feeling good, and I am tempted to just pull over
to the side so that I can really masturbate with vigor, maybe using
both hands, one on my cunt and the other massaging and twisting my
tingling nipples. I know that my clitoris and my breasts would feel
connected to one another in a triangular vortex, and the raw sexual
energy would echo back and forth among these erogenous zones,
strengthening with each reverberation until I reach the crest of my
orgasm. As I think about what that would be like, and as I continued
to teasingly pluck at my clitoris as if it was the string of a standup
bass, I suddenly notice that I am coming up on the driveway to the
cabin, and I need to pull my left hand up from my crotch to the
steering wheel so that I can turn my little sports car into the
driveway.

	Once I've got it about 30 feet away from the road, I turn off
the ignition and tilt my head back on the headrest, staring up though
the thick branches of the birches around me. The sound of the leaves
rustling in the wind, and the birds chirping away, is so relaxing and
mesmerizing. I'm just about to fulfill my preconceived notion of
masturbating when I hear another car rumbling down the dirt road. I
know that I am hidden away here in the driveway, but then I am even
more surprised when the sound of the car and the gravel let me know
instinctively that the car has pulled into my driveway, right behind
me. I whip my head around, simultaneously pulling down my skirt, and
look at the car that has intruded on my space, and on my intended
auto-erotic plan.

	It is a state police car. What the hell is happening. I know
that I wasn't paying very close attention to all of my surroundings
while I was driving, and it dawns on me that the cop has been
following me, and probably is very upset at my erratic driving skills.

	Several minutes pass, and I know from having gotten speeding
tickets that he is probably checking my plate number through his
computer. But it makes me feel tense and fidgety to just sit there
waiting, especially as I have been so abruptly interrupted in my
self-loving lust. I try to relax by gazing down my driveway, wishing I
was safe in my home where I could continue my plan in peace and quiet.
Finally I hear the car door open and close. When I slowly turn my head
to the left, I am staring right into the black shiny belt of the cop,
and then I let my gaze scan upwards to his face way above me. These
little sports cars are so low, and he is a magnificently tall and well
built specimen of a law enforcement officer. When my eyes find his, I
can see that they are not locked on my eyes, but are instead wandering
downward to my chest and my breasts which are straining against the
white silk as my head tilts back. Surely my nipples are jutting out
and can be clear to his sight. Now his eyes sweep further down and he
must be looking at my skirt. When I too glance down at myself, I can
see that my attempt to pull down my skirt was only partly successful.
My panties are not visible, but most of the rest of my thighs are. And
I am startled to see streaks of moisture tracing down on the surface
of the skin, reflecting the bright sunlight. These were obviously
painted onto my thighs by my fingertips as they were hurriedly pulled
away from my cunt. Is that what he is looking at? Does he know where
that liquid originated? Is he imagining where those tracks of moisture
lead as they disappear under my hem?

	"License and registration, please," he says, and I think I
detect a little catch in his voice. Perhaps this situation makes him
nervous too. I lean over to the glove compartment, and I'm sure that
he can see from the smoothness of the silk stretched over my back that
I am not wearing a bra. Most men notice these things. I pull the
required items out of the glove compartment, and reach upwards with my
left hand to give them to him. As he grips the papers, I can see him
take a deep breath, and it seems likely that he can smell the strong
odor of my cunt on my fingers. Am I imagining that his eyes are
twinkling with his insights about my behavior of a few moments ago.
After all, it was only 3 or 4 minutes ago that I was firmly stoking
my entire cunt, and now I am giving strong hints to a perfect stranger
that I was just masturbating.

	Handing my papers back to me, he proceeds to give me a lecture
about my poor driving, and he explains that this could be very
dangerous. But his tone of voice is not harsh, or scolding, or
condescending. He is actually very gentle and compassionate, and his
words sound like sweet honey as they drip off his tongue. I'm also
becoming certain that he is going to let me off without a ticket,
which is a relief since I already have too many other tickets. But
then I am surprised when he tells me that he suspects that I have been
drinking, and that it is his responsibility to check that out. I feel
like telling him that I am intoxicated by wild sexual fantasies, but
not by alcoholic beverages. But I bite my tongue. He asks me to step
out of the car so that he can check for open containers of booze. He
steps aside as I open the car door, and there is no way to avoid
giving him a big flash of my wet red panties as I swing my legs out
onto the driveway. When I pull myself up into a standing position, he
is so close to me that I can't help but brush my breast against his
arm. My nipples are still hard little nubbins, and they shoot little
jolts of sexual charge back into my tummy as they pop over his sleeve
one by one.

	As I stand over to the side leaning languorously against one
of the big white birch trees, I watch him slowly circle the car, and
when he gets around to the passenger door, he opens it and bends down
and picks up a stack of papers from the floor of the car. As he flips
through the pages, I am trying to remember what those papers are
about. Oh yes, I remember!! Those are the printouts of all of the
erotic fantasies that I have posted to alt.sex.stories on the
Internet. Is he reading closely enough to get the drift of the
narrative?

	He tells me that he is sure that this is my writing, since my
name "Sue" is on each of the stories as well on my license. Then he
surprises me further by telling me that he has been an enthusiastic
admirer of my stories as he has been reading them on the 'Net ever
since I started posting them. I'm not sure whether to be embarrassed
or proud, but it certainly brings a hot flush to my cheeks. Before I
have a chance to figure out how to respond to his revelation, the
officer starts asking more questions about my bad driving. He asks if
I have any explanation, or do I always drive like that? I start by
telling him that my mind was preoccupied, but he claims not to be
convinced. Most people have a lot on there minds when they are
driving. He says that still doesn't explain the sudden little jerks of
the car that appeared almost rhythmic. God! I'm becoming more certain
that he knows what I was doing, for he has had plenty of hints: the
smell of my fingers... my hard nipples... my raised skirt... the
streaks of my cunt juices on my thighs... the stack of stories that
reveal my fascination with wild and erotic sex... and of course the
details of how badly I was driving. Of course he knows - cops aren't
stupid, are they? He knows, but I realize that he wants me to admit it
out loud. He's not going to let me just slink away to my cabin. What
the hell, I'll give him what he wants, and maybe more than he knows!

	So I tell him. About how my mind was fixated on some wild
sexual escapades that I had experienced recently. How the wind and sun
pouring into the convertible had made me feel so aroused. How I had
fondled my own breasts and pinched my nipples. How I had then reached
under my skirt and caressed my cunt through my panties. How I had been
so wet. How the strums of my fingertip over my clitoris had caused me
to jerk the steering wheel around. How I had finally reached my
driveway and had expected to have the chance to complete my
masturbation.

	"I'm sorry that I interrupted you," he says with a kindly grin
on his face. Of course you should be sorry, I think. For now I'm
feeling thoroughly frustrated and impatient with what has happened.

	"Well," he says, "it is my sworn duty to the state of Maine
and all of the people therein to serve in whatever ways are needed. So
please let me serve you so that your frustration can be relieved."

	It's about time you offered, I say, and with that I reach out
to him and give him a deep-throating French kiss, wrapping my arms and
one leg around him. Everywhere that I touch him he is all muscles and
equipment. Gun, badge, belt, nightstick, handcuffs,... and
underneath, there is obviously a wonderful hunk of a man. Trim and
strong, clean-cut and young. Just the way that I like them (or at
least half the time. Sometimes I like the wild and scruffy looking.
but that is another story).

	When he starts to slide his hands down my back and into the
top edge of my skirt, I pull away and walk over to the front of the
car and hitch up my skirt and tuck it into the waist band. Now he can
finally see my red satin panties. I grasp both sides of the front of
my blouse and pull it open, popping open all of the buttons. My
breasts flash into view and bobble around as I next reach down and
repeat the caresses that I had start in the car earlier. First my
breasts and nipples. Then my crotch from asshole to clitoris. I am
staring hard into his eyes, which fluctuate back and forth from my
face to my cunt. After a dozen or so strokes, I reach both hands to
one of my hips and grasp the elastic top of my panties and pull the
material hard. This pulls the crotch up hard into my cunt, which both
hurts and tingles. Finally the satin gives and shreds in my hands.
Instantly I turn to face the windshield and lean forwards, walking my
hands up the shiny white hood, and then up the windshield. This forces
my torso to drop forward and my nipples come into contact with the
metallic hood. Warmth from the engine radiates out and up into my
nipples, and I slide my shoulders side to side, which drags my nipples
around on the hood. My face rests on the windshield glass, which I
kiss and lick suggestively. Reaching behind me, I flip up the back of
my skirt to reveal my torn panties and my smooth, tight rear. As I let
my body down further onto the hood and reach back up to the top of the
windshield, I ask him if he is ready to fulfill his promise to serve
the public good. I try to use my most sultry, gravelly voice, and I
slowly wag my ass in the air.

	Over he walks, and then he gets down on his knees behind me
and pulls my panties halfway down the one leg which is still inserted
into the torn garment. I can feel the wetness of the satin dragging
down my inner thigh. He places his hands on the rounded curves of my
ass. A few seconds of a deep massage, and then his thumbs maneuver
further into the crack of my ass and lightly over my ass hole. I pull
my knees up onto the hood off to the sides near each headlight.
Arching my back more thrusts my ass higher into the air. I can feel
his breath on my open wet tissue. He repositions his hands so that he
can use his finger tips of both hands to rake up through my cunt,
sliding between the inner and outer lips and rattling over my
distended clitoris.

	Next he uses a thumb and forefinger of each hand to grip each
of my outer labia and pull them outwards. As he does this, he gently
rolls and pinches the flesh between his fingers. That feels so good,
and I can feel my breath becoming shorter as I start to really get
into this attention. With my lips pulled so wide apart, I know that
every fold and recess of my inner cunt is completely revealed to him.
His hot breath blowing over my cunt is letting me know that his face
is getting closer and closer. When is he going to kiss me? When is he
going to really start the work of serving my needs? NOW! I feel just
the very tip of his tongue make contact with the very tip of my hard
clitoris. It sends a jolt up through my cunt and it makes me
involuntarily push my ass back into his mouth. He doesn't back away at
all. It feels like his neck and back are fixed in place, so that I can
push my cunt against his face without any recoil on his part. He keeps
his tongue pointed and long, and I begin to shimmy my hips around. His
nose is now prodding into the rosebud of my asshole, which feels good
too. I rotate around so that his immobile tongue flicks over my
clitoris, and into my cunt, and back and forth, again and again.
Occasionally, I impale my asshole an inch or so onto his tongue, and
he seems to not object to this forbidden area. I'm getting so hot, and
I'm no longer sure if the engine heat is radiating into me, or visa
versa. My breasts are squashed into the metal, and my squirming around
is giving my nipples a good workout. My cheeks are sliding on the
glass, lubricated by my sweat.

	Since he is not moving, thereby letting me control the tempo
of things, I try my best to prolong the wonderful feeling of the
buildup to my orgasm. But eventually, I can't resist the temptation,
and increase the speed and the hardness of my thrusts, and the cop
gets the message and begins to lap his tongue up over my clit with
short, rapid flicks. And instantly I am roused into a smashing orgasm.
It is the kind of orgasm that I only get if I've been stimulated and
unfulfilled for a long time. I'm sure that it was more than an hour
ago that I started playing with myself. Finally my time has come. I'm
grunting and now I'm even emitting a rising scream of pure bliss that
echoes through the forest. I've stopped all movement of my ass, and he
is now gradually slowing the pace of his lapping. This is a man who
knows how to read the needs of a woman. His timing is perfect.

	And just as I am starting to calm down, he lets go of my labia
and grasps my hips, gently maneuvering me around so that I am sitting
on the hood of the car. Leaning back onto my hands, with my feet
spread on either side of his shoes. I watch as he unbuckles his belt
and drops his array of hardware to the ground. Then he unzips his fly
and pushes his pants and boxer shorts down to his knees. Up pops his
cock, which is completely erect. It is beautifully shaped, like a
perfect Greek sculpture. And it is big. As big as any I have seen
before, maybe 10 or even 11 inches long. Curving upwards like a sword.
It twitches and throbs, only a few inches below my face. The head
glistens with a sheen of precome, and as I watch, a large drop of
crystal clear come forms at the open tip.

	I lean forwards and lick all around the purple head, leaving
my hands behind me for support. The slightly salty precome is eagerly
lapped up and savored on my tongue. I know that there is no way that I
am going to be able to take this whole cock into my mouth, but I suck
around on the head for a while. Then I lift my head and pull my hands
up to grasp and squeeze this magnificent tool. I can't reach my
fingers around its girth. With a cock this big, what need does he have
for a night stick!

	I pull the length of his cock down to the valley between by
breasts, and pull the silk material of my blouse in and around his
cock. With my palms on each side, I push the fullness of my breasts
inward, surrounding his cock with firm, warm flesh and sheer silk.
This creates a sort of lubrication. He knows what to do, and starts to
pulse his hips back and forth, which slides the length of his cock up
through my cleavage. Appearing out of the folds of the silk, the
tight-skinned head rises up towards my face, and I am able to flick my
tongue over the head each time it comes up. He puts his hands on my
shoulders and massages the knots in my neck with his strong fingers.
What a generous man I have lucked upon. I feel a surge of gratitude
and warmth, and I want to really make this fuck the best of his life.
And I want to be more in control.

	So I pull back and twist away from him and stand up. I ask him
to sit on the hood of the car, and I get on my knees and untie his
shoes and pull them and his pants off. He unbuttons his shirt. I reach
up and grab his cock and nuzzle his balls with my nose, and then lick
them and pull them one by one into my mouth. I let my fingernails
scratch very lightly over the taut skin of his cock, and I can feel
the ridges of veins, and I can feel the heat from the blood surging
through his cock.

	Then I stand up and turn away from him. Just as I am about to
sit back onto his cock and impale myself, he stops me, and asks me to
give him his wallet from his pants. Out of it he pulls a condom. He
tells me that his job is not only to serve, but to "serve and
protect." That's fine with me, and I take the rubber and expertly pull
it down over his cock. It is so full of his meat, and it is so
transparent that I can still see every detail as if he wasn't wearing
it at all.

	Then I go back to my position straddling his thighs and back
my ass onto his monumental cock. As aroused and stimulated as I have
been for the past hour and a half, I know that I should be able to
accommodate his massive tool. But it is so big that it fills me
completely, and I can feel the walls of my vagina stretch and tighten
down around his entire length. Pretty soon, I am pumping up and down,
and one of my hands reaches between my thighs so that I can run my
fingers into the juncture of our sexes. The first and second fingers
form a vee that surrounds the base of his cock as I piston up and down
onto it, and I scissor my fingers tightly together, squeezing hard
onto the slippery shaft My other hand travels further down into the
moist cauldron, and I begin to juggle his balls lightly in my fingers.

	Naturally, this kind of pressure and rubbing of his cock and
balls gives him very little chance to prolong the build up. His hands
come up to my hips and attempt to slow me down, but I ignore this
signal, and even increase my cadence. And in only a few seconds, he
lets out a low rumble from his throat as his orgasm arrives. Now his
hands grip my waist more firmly, and he uses his brawny strength and
his passionate lust to totally dominate my movements. He picks me up
and forcefully drops me back down onto his lap repeatedly. My feet no
longer touch the ground at all. I almost loose my balance, but his
grip on me is enough to keep me upright. His rumble becomes a roaring
crescendo, and his hips become unrooted from the hood of the car, and
begin thrusting upwards into my wide open cunt. I can feel the spasms
of his cock in my vaginas as he squirts jet after jet of fiery come
deep into my belly. I'm so full of his cock, and the tip of the
condom is now filling up, making his cock effectively longer. I'm sure
that I can feel the swelling balloon inside me. I continue to play
with his balls, milking the come out into the shaft, and then
squeezing with my fingers around the base to force it all the way up
and into me.

	When his thrusting and moaning subsides, I hop off of him and
turn around. I watch for a few seconds as his cock continues to
twitch, and as it starts to loose a little of it's size, I grasp the
lower edge of the condom and carefully pull it off, making sure that
most of the semen stays inside the tube. Standing back up, I observe
the incredible quantity of come that he has ejaculated. It is so hot,
and pearly white. I bring the condom up to my breasts, pushing aside
my open blouse. And then I squeeze the tip of the condom, pushing the
come out onto my chest When I have gotten most of it out, I massage
the cream into my skin. There is plenty enough to completely drench
both of my tits and all the way down to my navel, and it is
wonderfully greasy and kind of stringy. When I am completely
lubricated with this natural and organic skin ointment, I button up my
blouse and pull down my skirt. The silk is plastered to my chest, and
is as transparent as his condom was, showing my nipple nubs and the
bumpy areoles. My torn panties are still around my ankle, and I step
out of them and give them to the cop as a memento.

	I reach out my hand and draw him to his feet, and as he pulls
up his pants and grabs his belt of police equipment, I lead him over
to his cop car and open the door for him. As I gently push him down
into his seat, I lean over to give him another lingering French kiss.
Adieu, my modern knight in shining ardor. Yes, this is one of the
good guys of the world. It is his job to serve and protect. And it is
a job well done.