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Subject: Sue's 6th: To Serve and Protect (mf)
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NOTE: This story is, of course, for adults only --  so don't read it if you
don't think you can be mature about it. Reading and writing these stories
should be acts of fantasy, and I hope that you can keep your notions of real
and fantasy life separate in your mind. I know I can. If you would like to let
me know what you think, or if you have a follow-up fantasy (which is something
that I REALLY like), you can reach me at SueNewHamp@AOL.com ... but I can't
promise to return your emails... I do have some other things to do in my real
life!

Another note: this story was really begun in "Sue's 2nd: On the Dock," and is
continued latter on in Sue's 11th: Film at Eleven."
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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 aereola:
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, refecting 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 licence. 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. Occasonally, 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
aereolas. 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. Adieux, 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.


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