42 Filthy Fucking Stories (52 page)

“I love a man in uniform,” she whispered. “But do you know what I love most?” The officer whimpered, then shook his head and ran his fingers up her spine. “I love what they do when they don’t have the uniform on anymore,” she purred, shoving one of her tits into his still open mouth.
 

Steve started playing with her left nipple as he suckled on the right. Rachel stood and her tit fell from the officer’s mouth with a plop, then she dropped to her knees and started to unbuckle the officer’s belt.
 

Officer Randall leapt to his feet, a hand on his gun. “I can’t do this,” he said, shaking his head. “I could lose my job and it isn’t safe.”

Rachel narrowed her eyes, fixed her stare, then whispered, “No one will ever know. Besides, you can’t leave now. I haven’t put your cock in my mouth yet. Don’t you want me to suck on your dick until you cum?”

Steve whimpered, and then nodded. He walked to the corner, undid his belt, set it and his gun in the corner, then slowly returned to Rachel and sat on the couch like a good boy. Still on her knees, she pulled his pants past his ankles, and then swallowed his shaft to the hilt.
 

Steve caressed her jaw as she swirled her tongue around the tip of his dick and made “ummmm” noises as if she was eating ice cream.
 

“Oh yeah,” he moaned. “That's it, nice and slow.”
 

Rachel fondled the officer’s balls. He continued to moan until he couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled away, then took off his shoes and pulled his pants to the floor. He kicked them across the room, then pulled Rachel’s sweat pants from her body, lowered her to the floor, and started to kiss her, starting at the nape of her neck, then slowly making his way to her clean-shaven pussy.
 

“Wow,” he said, running his tongue up and along her glistening slit. “I’ve always had a fantasy about licking a shaved pussy, but I’ve never had one before.”

Rachel moaned, and then said, “Funny, I’ve always had a fantasy about having a cop lick my shaved cunt, but this is a first for me.”

That must have turned him on because Steve flew into motion, spreading her lips and sliding two fingers inside her as he mashed his tongue against her clit, sucking her nub as his fingers curled against her G-Spot.
 

Rachel screamed and Steve hushed her. But she was far too gone to care, twisting and squirming and panting and purring, her entire body deep in the quaking shake of an orgasm. Steve pulled his finger from her pussy, then darted his tongue in and out of her soaking hole as he rubbed her nub with his thumb.

“Oh my FUCKING Lord up in Heaven!” Rachel yelled, cumming again. She went from panting to pleading. “I need you to fuck me NOW! Please, please, please, I want you inside me!”
 

“Whatever you say,” Officer Randall said, rubbing his cock against her sensitive, shaved slit, making her jerk and spasm, whimpering as he slid inside her slowly. Once inside, Rachel cried out, and Steve started pounding her like a hammer on a nail.
 

Rachel squirmed, groaned, and gyrated her body as Steve fucked her hard – fast then faster. She spread her legs wider, grabbing his ass and pulling him into her. “Your cop cock is SO FUCKING HUGE!” she screamed.
 

Rachel was moaning; tugging her tits and twisting her nipples, raising her hips to meet the officer’s wild thrusts.
 

Steve went deeper, as her tight walls gripped his cock. “Give it to me!” Rachel begged. “Give me every fucking thing you’ve got!”
 

Her fingers were splayed across his ass, pulling him closer. She had never had a dick so big and didn’t know it could feel so good. She was moaning like a whore, craving more of this cock inside her. “Faster, faster, faster,” Rachel kept panting on repeat.

Steve was lost in his frenzy, mindlessly thrusting and looking inches from the edge. “How bad do you want to shoot your load inside me?” Rachel tried to tease the cum right out of him.
 

“Fucking Christ,” he panted. “I want to fill you with my hot jizz!”

"Then fuck me harder and fill me up!” she moaned, clawing his back.
 

Steve tilted his hips so his stick slapped her insides at a different angle, making her cum again. She screamed as squirmed beneath him, begging him to shoot his spunk inside her. “Oh, oh, ooooohhhhh,” she panted. “Cum inside me! I need your hot cum! PLEASE!” Her nails dug into his cheeks and she screamed. “Give it to me! Fuck me harder...harder...HARDER...OHHH!!”
 

Steve continued plowing her pussy as her tits flew around in tiny circles. He clamped his lips at the base of her neck as his body jerked and spasmed, filling her fuckhole with blast after blast of his hot officer’s honey.

They collapsed together, and then lay side by side in silent embarrassment. Eventually, Rachel rose, and then traipsed off toward the kitchen, returning a moment later with a warm washcloth.

Officer Randall took the washcloth. “I have to get going,” he said, cleaning his sloppy cock with the warm cloth, then setting it on the table and pulling his pants on. “I’m still on duty.”

“It's ok. I still have to clean the apartment and get ready for my finals.”

Officer Randall smiled and said, “Thanks for everything, Rachel. Let me know if you need anything. You can call my line direct.” He handed her a card and she looked at his name printed on the front:
Officer Steve Randall.
 

Rachel decided she wasn’t quite finished.
 

“I'm sure I'll need that big cock of yours again,” she said, rubbing her hands on his dick and bringing her lips to his. She kept her mouth on his lips and her hand on his shaft until she felt it harden again.
 

“I
really
have to go,” he said, pulling away and putting his hand on the doorknob.
 

Rachel took his hand and moved it to her still naked tit. He rubbed his finger across her hard pink nipple, and then moaned as she started rubbing his cock faster.

“I could really lose my job,” he said.

“Please,” she purred, dropping to all fours and raising her ass in the air to give Officer Randall a clear few of her swollen cunt.

That was enough for Steve. He pulled his pants down, and was swiftly entering her slit from behind a second later. He shoved himself inside her with deep, continuous, nearly savage strokes as she moved from moan to bellow.
 

Officer Randall reached down and started rubbing Rachel’s clit, then, with his fingers full of pussy juice, he smeared them into her asshole, lubing it up before slipping a finger inside and finger fucking her shithole while he plowed her from the front.

Rachel rubbed her slit in time with his thrusts, her pussy pounding as she came again, even harder than before.
 

“Oh my GOD!!” she screamed. “Keep fucking both my holes!”

Steve wormed a second finger into her tight asshole, and then groaned uncontrollably as her pussy tightened around his dick.
 

Rachel kept rubbing her pussy, faster and faster. “Fuck me harder!” she screamed, cumming again.
 

Steve pulled his digits from her dirthole, then grabbed her hips and furiously rammed her until he shot a second massive load into her still spasming sophole.
 

Rachel was amazed at how quickly he’d come the second time, faster than the first. He pulled his dick from her still dripping hole, and then fell back onto the floor, breathless.
 

Steve went to the table, grabbed the washcloth, and cleaned his cock a second time, then pulled up his pants and helped Rachel to her feet.
 

He kissed her again, twisting her nipples as he did.
 

“Do I have to rob myself to get you to come back?” she teased.

Officer Randall shook his head. “This is my beat. I'll be sure to come back by for a visit soon.” He grabbed her ass and pulled her into him one last time, then left the apartment with a final, “Good luck on your finals!” before closing the door behind him.
 

Rachel didn’t know if she’d ever see Officer Randall again or not, but that fuck had definitely been the hottest of her life. She plopped on the couch, looked around the chaos of her cluttered apartment, and wondered how small a fire would have to be to get just one fireman over.
 

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Officer Voyeur
 

The day Georgia got caught fucking Eugene by the dumb hick voyeur asshole cop, also ended up being the first day she ever ended an evening with a dick hanging halfway out of her ass.
 

Eugene had been trying to get Georgia to fuck him outside for most of the year they’d been together, ever since she first spread her legs wide so he could play hide the hambone. He kept begging, but she kept saying no. She kept saying they’d get caught and he kept swearing they wouldn’t.
 

Georgia finally said yes. They got caught and the two of them had to pay the piper, though the piper was, of course, a dumb hick voyeur asshole cop, though he wasn’t the one who ended up with a dick hanging out of Georgia’s asshole. That luxury belonged to Eugene, since fortune was nice enough to give him two dreams come true in one night.
 

Both Georgia and Eugene were still young enough to pretend like they didn’t know any better about most things. But, Georgia knew she’d likely one day get her cornhole creamed, even though she insisted she wouldn’t, and she knew she’d probably be fucking under the big blue yonder one day, too. 
 

It was hotter than a hog’s asshole in the middle of an early August evening when Eugene said, “Let's hit Dawson’s Dairy and get some ice cream.” He was flying past the border of their shithole town and soaring into the next one – going from a one horse hickville to a donkey burg with a population barely tapping triple digits.
 

He swung into the parking lot. After getting out of the F150, they went inside and let the cool air-conditioned air lick their bodies, then ordered themselves something to melt their hot lips on. They bought two and half dollars worth of ice cream then got back in the F150. All the licking was getting them hot and heavy, and it was only five minutes after Old Man Jameson handed Georgia her sugar cone when Eugene found enough of his balls to ask Georgia straight out again if she’d let him fuck her outdoors.
 

Of course she said no.
 

“Why not,” he begged, throwing her his giant ochre colored eyes. “It’s plenty isolated. Ain’t no one gonna find us.”

“No way, Eugene! I've told you, I'm not gonna do that. We can fuck at your place or mine, but we’ll get caught if we do it outside.”

Georgia was dead set against having sex outside, and plenty tired of getting asked. Sure, the idea was hotter than a fireman’s ax, but she was terrified they’d end up in trouble. Georgia had never had so much as a speeding ticket, and cops on both sides of the border were real dicks.
 

But Eugene kept begging until Georgia started feeling bad, almost like she was sorry for him, seeing how much he wanted it. Finally, Georgia agreed to give him a hummer and swallow his load if he would just quit his begging. Eugene smiled that giant, stupid grin of his. He found a place to pull off the road, parking his F150 behind a big abandoned barn.
 

Georgia was barely finished with her ice cream when she started shedding her inhibitions. She was feeling safe, knowing the truck was away from the road. She scooted across the seat, unsnapped Eugene’s shorts, then curled her fingers around his quickly fattening dick.
 

“Please, baby,” he kept begging, “There’s no one around us for miles. It’s just the two of us and I want to fuck you so, so bad. Pretty please, can I. With your cherry on top?”
 

He laughed, and she laughed back, but still said, “No,” as she continued stroking his shaft. “We can go to your place if you wanna fuck.”
 

“I can’t wait that long, baby!”
 

“I already said I’d swallow your cum,” she cooed. “Or you can spray it all over my tits.” Georgia stopped stroking, then lifted her tank top and unhooked her bra so Eugene could stare at her rosy pointed nipples.
 

“No, baby, now I gotta FUCK YOU!”

He unzipped her shorts, and put one hand on her panties and the other on her bare thigh, knowing it was Georgia’s favorite place to get touched, at least outside of her soaking wet silt.
 

Eugene started rubbing her thighs with both of his hands, with her barely mumbling objection as he pulled her daisy dukes the rest of the way off. She was squirming and squealing until he finally got what he wanted, and she started craving his cock like it was filled with lemonade.

“Alright,” Georgia finally agreed. “Fuck me fast!” She looked across the street and added, “I can't believe you talked me into this!”

“Relax,” he said. “I promise you’ll never forget it.”

Of course, Eugene was right.
 

He got out of the car, then went to the bed and pulled out a large red, white and blue beach towel from the back.