My husband is extremely sexually repressed and vanilla. He was the one with all the experience when we met. I was 28 and still a virgin, never even been on a date. He's always been self conscious about the size of his cock, but truly, if he hadn't made such a big deal about it, I never would have noticed. At the time, I had nothing to compare him to and didn't know what it would feel like for anything bigger. He should have kept his mouth shut, but he didn't. I used to think I would never cheat, but that put a seed in my brain. He insisted on telling me I was missing something, so if something is missing, you have to find it right?
I found it at work. I work at a police department as a 911 dispatcher. Police departments are giant Peyton Places, full of drama. There are hundreds of officers (mostly men) and dozens of dispatchers (mostly women). a friend told me a joke before I started working there. What's the difference between a Mercedes and a dispatcher? Most police officers have never been inside a Mercedes.
I'd been working there 8 months. It was Cinco de Mayo, a huge thing here. There are cops out everywhere around the city. Even the older guys that have seniority have to come in and work on their day off. I lucked out and was assigned to the report center, so didn't have to deal with all the loud music/party/fight calls. I had a lot of down time to play on the work computer, the MDT (mobile data terminal) aka mobile dating terminal. Cops are notorious for being male sluts. They love to flirt over the computer and in person with the dispatchers. The MDT's were how we communicated with the officers and other dispatchers and sent our events.
I was looking for someone to talk to because I was getting bored. At that time I didn't have a laptop, and we didn't have any Internet there. I finally found someone I knew who wasn't busy. I had known Bill for at least 15 years. I saw that Bill was working a 2-man car with someone I didn't know but I typed to him anyway. Bill and I used to play TV/Movie trivia over the computer. After a few rounds of questions, the answer came back. "This isn't Bill by the way, he's driving. This is Robert."
We kept playing trivia all night. I never knew what Bill had told Robert about me, but we seemed to hit it off. And the next night when Robert was back to his own patrol car, I typed to him again. We started playing trivia. it was probably the next week that we started flirting. He would send me messages that had my pussy so wet; I wasn't sure what to do. I had never felt this way before. I'd never even kissed anyone but my husband before. He started asking if I'd ever thought of being tied up. I lied and said of course not. I'd really been thinking about it since I was 12 or 13 years old. After a few weeks, I wanted to meet him so bad. I had started dreaming about meeting him. I had no idea who he was and was dreaming about a tall balding man with a big mustache and smile to match.
Early on, I started calling him Curly because he would type NYUCK instead of LOL or HAHA. He called me lilgirl, but I never knew why. When I saw lilgirl I wouldn't even have to look who it was, even if he wasn't in his usual assignment. I knew it was him right away. In fact, as soon as I saw Hi lilgirl on my screen, my panties would be on their way to getting soaked.
His birthday was almost exactly a month after our first messages on Cinco. I baked some cookies and brought them to work with me. I had to meet him, and I needed an excuse. I told him I had a present for him and wanted to meet him to give it to him. He said he couldn't take anything home. I told him that wouldn't be an issue. He agreed to meet me.
It was 4 am when I got off work. I drove about a mile from the PD and met him on a side street. He was parked and I drove up behind him. I got out of my truck and started to walk up to the car and he got out. And then I saw him for the first time, over 6 feet tall, balding, big mustache, big smile, the same as in my dream. I had seen him at sometime during briefings when I was on graveyard shift and must have subconsciously known it was him. I used to say hi to Bill every night, and I guess my brain remembered the guy that sat next to him in briefing.
I walked towards him and didn't know how to greet him, so I stuck my hand outto shake. "Hi I'm Karen, nice to meet you." He laughed and shook my hand.
I handed him the plate of cookies. "I guess I should thank you." He leaned over and gave me a kiss that took my breath away. It was like he was sucking the air out of my brain. My feet and hands and face went numb. His hands slid under my shirt and were skating around my back. I loved the feel of his cold hands on my skin, and the hard feel of his ballistic vest against my chest. I can't explain it but there is nothing sexier than a cop in uniform! at least for me.
I was really falling into Robert's kiss and could barely catch my breath. his hands pulled my bra up over my tits along with my shirt and my breasts were out in the cool summer night air. Until he bent over and started to suck hard on my nipple. God it felt good. I was practically swooning. I'd never known what was meant by that term, but I did then. I was in heaven and I could feel my pussy wet and swollen, locked away in its pants.
All of a sudden I saw headlights. He pulled my shirt down and stood up and picked up the plate of cookies like he was looking under the foil. The police car drove by slowly and he smiled and waved at the other cop. I'm sure he had an idea of what was going on. We were off the beaten track. His car was in front of my truck, so it was obvious he didn't pull me over. Plus he was way out of his district. My bra was still pushed up just under my chin underneath my shirt, but I managed to act non-chalant.
As soon as the police car rounded the corner, he pulled me close and pushed my shirt back up and started sucking and biting on my nipples, hard! I gasped and moaned. We had barely said a word to each other. It didn't feel strange at all though. I could feel the power coming from him, holding me there. He backed away and started opening his pants. "Suck my cock lilgirl." I dropped to my knees and was face to face with the second cock I had ever seen in my life. He was maybe 6 inches long, and soooo thick. I held his shaft in my hand and started sliding my tongue on his cock head, like a lollipop, listening to him moan. he has a deep, gravelly voice and it was sooo sexy to hear his noises out there in the dark.
He had his hands in my hair, pulling me farther on his cock; I had it all the way in my mouth as it started to get hard. I realized just how big it was, because I couldn't keep my mouth on it as it grew. In fact, by the time he was fully hard, I could just get the head in my mouth. I don't have a large mouth, and his cock is THICK! I did the best I could sucking the head. He was hard and throbbing in my hand, and I was more than glad to keep going, but he pulled me up and told me to stop. I was confused. Why didn't he want me to keep going?
He told me to unzip my pants and pull them down. He stuffed his cock back into his pants (not an easy thing to do) and he got on his knees in front of me."Hold your lips apart for me lilgirl." I did it and then he sucked the oxygen out of my brain for the second time that night, only this time through my clit. He licked and sucked on my clit and my pussy, his tongue seemed to hit everywhere at once.
I started shaking and had to hold on to his shoulders as I came in his mouth. I could barely hold myself up. My legs were numb. He stood up and helped me pull my pants up. He made sure I had put myself back together. "We'll do this again lilgirl, but I have to go back to work now. Thank you for the cookies."
We parted ways and I drove home to my sleeping husband, still shaking.
