Good Cop/Bad Girl
If you asked any of my friends to describe me in one word, it would probably be 'wild'. I'm always the girl who tries it all twice and lives for excitement, so it wasn't a surprise that I ended up in some hot water a few months back over a fun night out at the club. I don't typically drink very much but on this night out I went way overboard. To make things worse, I decided that it was a better idea to get a ride home with a guy I barely knew, who also had been drinking, rather than ordering an Uber to get home. We were pulled over by the cops for weaving; the driver was arrested for DUI and an officer, Perez, volunteered to escort me home because I couldn't get in touch with anyone to pick me up. Since I was intoxicated but compliant and not causing a disturbance, they took pity on me.
To add to the embarrassment of the experience, the officer who drove me home was gorgeous. A strapping, clean cut Dominican gentleman with the most adorable accent and smile, and here I was, three sheets to the wind, hair and makeup messed, looking absolutely dreadful. Luckily, my disheveled appearance didn't inhibit my nerve. I chatted this guy up like I was still at the club, flirting whenever I got the chance the entire length of our trip. He was very patient and polite with me, conversing while keeping a steady eye on the road, acknowledging my advances but not returning them. When we arrived at my house, I opened the car door and took one step outside while making an awkward joke about the state of my mascara and quaff. Officer Perez reached across the passenger seat and tugged on the back of my skirt, pulling it down to cover my ass as I stood up.
"You should not talk about yourself that way." He said.
I adjusted to a fully upright position, turned around to face the car and leaned down.
"I was just joking. This look means I had a blast." I replied while circling my index finger in the direction of my raccoon sheik face.
He smiled and introduced himself as Alonso.
"Margot, nice to meet you" I shot back.
We exchanged phone numbers.
For the next few days we texted back and forth, playing ice breaker games like two truths and a lie. We made plans to meet over the weekend. It was decided that he would come to my house since I felt like staying in. I picked out a dress that I thought he would like; a vibrant, form fitting, low cut party dress that barely covered my ass. He arrived on time, dressed casually with a big smile on his face. He looked as good as he did in his uniform. We made ourselves comfortable in the living room with some drinks and a blanket. We got to know each other a little more.
"So what is it that you like about Latin men" Alonso asked in a provocative manner.
"Many things. For instance, in my experience Spanish men typically have great manners, which is very attractive." I answered.
Alonso chuckled. "That's because Spanish mothers take out the chancla when their sons get out of line. They learn to be polite and respectful at a young age. "
Alonso slid closer to me on the couch and put his muscular arm around me. Without saying a word, he licked his lips and leaned in to kiss me. I lifted my hand to touch the short scruff on his cheek and softly moaned to urge him on as he massaged my tongue with his. My hands wandered to his arms, chest and back, lightly grazing his skin with my long, manicured fingernails. We kissed for several minutes which drove me crazy. I wanted him to rip off my dress and savagely penetrate me, but instead he took his time, teasing me with his hands and mouth, pushing my excitement to the limit.
"Stand here, in front of me." Alonso ordered.
I obeyed without speaking a word. He took off his shirt, revealing his neatly groomed chest and reached up to pull down my dress. He exposed my breasts, examining them for a moment, pinching my already erect peachy pink nipples. He continued to yank my dress into a pile on the floor then took me by the hands.
"Turn around." He continued.
In a single tip-toed twist, I pointed myself in the opposite direction. Alonso unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down around his calves as I patiently waited for his next instruction. He gripped my hips and pulled me back onto his lap. I could feel his warm stiff rod pressed firmly against my inner thighs. He positioned himself to slide the tip of his thick cock against my warm, wet slit, rubbing it up and down, moistening the head of his cock. I slammed my ample ass down on his lap, engulfing the entirety of his large member in the gushing wetness of my fuck hole.
"Oh fuck. Yes, ride it, baby. " He grunted.
