("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2009. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- To Serve and Protect by SueNH (suenh@aol.com) *** A traffic stop turns into a hot sexual encounter and ultimately, no ticket is issued. (MF, oral, anal, voy) *** Author's 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 SueN@AOL.com. This story was really begun in "Sue's 2nd: On the Dock," and is continued latter on in Sue's 11th: Film at Eleven." *** 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 aureole: 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 continued 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-throat-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. Then 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. 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 precum, 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 precum 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 aureoles. 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. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 63