Stefanie and I had been going out for a few months, and she had been telling me over and over and over again -- you know how women get -- about one of her long time fantasies: having sex with a man in uniform. We had used that specific role-playing fantasy a lot during our sexual escapades, with me getting handcuffed after getting strip-searched -- although I think they do it the other way around at the station. In fact, I'm pretty darn sure of it.
That was kind of a switch for me, since normally I'm the one handcuffing people. I work for a police department here in Massachusetts. I met her through her dad, who formerly worked for the Sheriff's Office. If he knew his little girl was using my city-issue cuffs on me, well, I really don't want to think about that, or the ensuing consequences.
Her and I were planning on going to the policeman's ball this year, and it was to be our first one together. Of course, I wanted to make it special for her. She had always talked about getting it on with a gorgeous cop in the back seat of his cruiser. Now that she was dating a cop, she had the opportunity to do that, even if the "cruiser" didn't have actual flashing lights.
Before I had started dating her, the mayor of my city had offered me the chance to buy one of the older squad cars that were being scrapped because of their age. There wasn't really anything wrong with it, it just needed to be decommissioned, have its lights and its markings taken off, and have the locks in the back seat changed. I had purchased it for $1,000, and no one at the auction really wanted an old Ford Crown Victoria with 125,000 miles on it.
I had originally planned on using the car for my own personal use -- my Chevy had seen better days. But after I met Steff and discovered her love for Crown Vics, I wanted her to have the car. I thought, hey, I can get a few more months out of the Chevy, then buy a new car. But the night of the policeman's ball, I was going to "outfit" the car with some police field gear: a portable police radio hooked up to the cigarette lighter, some blue and reds, as well as some of my own gear in a bag in the back seat.
When I got her in the car, she noticed the scanner sitting next to me. "Sean Michael, you're not planning on working tonight, are you?" she said, giving me a look close to something my grandmother would give me. "I just thought you'd like to hear what's going on in the city while we drive," I replied, not letting on to what I had planned later that night.
Steff looked lovely, and that is a general understatement. Her hair was done up in a bun, showing plenty of neck -- which is a turn on for me. The black dress she wore barely concealed her perky 38D breasts, which in a few hours I planned to have dangling from her and in my strong hands. She wore high heels, making her appear taller than her 5'9" frame. I had to make a decision -- either keep my eyes on her or keep my eyes on the road. I chose the latter.
We arrived at the dance, and we danced for what seemed like an eternity. There was no police talk that night, although we couldn't help but cheer when the Officer in Charge for that shift arrived at the hall to tell us they had 10-15-J1'd the murderer who had been running rampant throughout the city for the past three days. I didn't let Steff out of my sight -- or her father's -- throughout the entire ordeal. One of us would drive her to work and the other would pick her up. We weren't taking any chances with this guy loose. And in case you were wondering, 10-15-J1 is police jargon in my city for "suspect in custody."
The ladies all looked gorgeous, but none held a candle to my Steff. She glided on air through each dance, and is light on her feet. As we were slow dancing, she ran her fingers and down the back of my neck, which sends shivers throughout my body. Our bodies were close, and my hands were resting on the small of her back. She leaned in and whispered, "baby lets get out of here. I'm wet and I want you."
Who was I to argue when she was ready to have sex with me? And, how could I argue that normally when she's horny, she doesn't care where we have sex?
We left the hall and hopped into the Crown Vic. We sped away silently, with Steff curled up in her seat and sitting very close to me. She was rubbing my crotch and my cock started to get hard. Now I'm not one for being distracted while driving -- there have been several occasions where I've driven in my cruiser on duty to find an erratic driver, only to discover upon further investigation that the driver's girlfriend was giving him head -- so I'm glad my girlfriend didn't take it upon herself to fish through my pants.
I pulled into a dark park in a remote section of the city, one which vagrants tend to keep away from. I was specific in choosing that park, because I knew no one would disturb us, and there are no houses for miles, enabling me to turn on the blue and reds while I was having sex with Steff. As soon as I put the car in park, Steff was on top of me, kissing me and rubbing her hands up and down my shirt-covered chest. My hands were rubbing up and down the back of her dress. I found the zipper and proceeded to unzip it.
She pulled away from me, breaking our kiss. My cock was now hard in my pants, but I didn't want to free it just yet. She methodically shed the garment, slipping out of the left shoulder first before letting her right shoulder become visible. She let go of the dress and it clung to her waist, letting her large tits tumble out of the material. And there was definitely no sagging on these -- she could pass the pencil test fairly easily.
Steff attacked me yet again, pressing her lips to mine and letting her tongue slide into my mouth. She unbuttoned my shirt before unbuckling my belt, unzipping my pants as well as unbuttoning them. She yanked them down as I lifted my ass from the seat, pulling my underwear down with them. My 7 inch cock sprang free, sticking straight up toward the roof of the Crown Vic. She grabbed it in one hand and began to lightly stroke it, letting her hand expand as my girth continued to grow. Soon she was licking her lips and then my cock, catching the precum that was seeping from the head of my cock. I gave a light groan as her tongue passed over my head.
Her tongue didn't stop, covering the entire head with saliva before working it down the underside of my cock, down to the base. She shifted slightly, keeping a firm grasp on my shaft while she began to tongue my balls. She gave my sack a thorough washing, taking one ball into her mouth and sucking softly. She then repeated the motions with the other ball, and she could have done the same to my asshole if she wanted to.
