The cop gets off his motorcycle and begins walking up to my car window. Damn. I swear to god I was only doing 60 in a 60 zone. It’s the middle of buttfuck nowhere and there’s no traffic but me and the motorcycle cop, so I guess I’m the lucky county donation of the day.Fuck.
The cop is kind of short, kind of medium build with a little bulge at his tummy. He’s wearing black gloves and black boots and his uniform looks like any other cop’s, but his sleeves are rolled up revealing the thickest mat of black hair I’ve ever seen. He’s wearing a helmet and those fucking reflective sunglasses that are really hot, even though it doesn’t let you see his eyes.
My cock takes notice and begins jumping in my pants like a fuckin’ puppy dog in heat.
Just on the off-chance that I am one lucky bastard, I begin unbuttoning my shirt. I’m a pretty big guy, nice round belly covered in fur, a hairy chest with brown lickable nipples. I pull my shirt open just as the cop comes up to my window. All I see is a nice bulging crotch and belly. And a gun at his side.
“You in a hurry today?” he says.
Goddamn it.
“No, officer,” I say, staring right at his crotch, “I wasn’t aware I was speeding.” I rub my belly slowly with one paw and wait. My cock likes the sight and the feeling of my own bear fur between my fingers and begins pushing harder against my jeans.
The cop puts one gloved hand on the sill of my car window and lowers himself into a crouch so that he’s looking eye to eye with me. His sunglasses reflect back to me an image of me all hairy and heavy and rubbin’ my belly.
The cop licks his lips and clears his throat.
“You know,” he says in a husky voice. “When you are speeding down the road and I clock you and find you breaking the law, I’m required to go after you. And you know what that makes me, don’t you?”
I shake my head.
“A chaser,” he says. The cop reaches in with his gloved hand and pinches one of my nipples. “You make me a chaser, big man.”
My cock jumps and I gasp with the pain and pleasure of it. This can’t really be happening.
“Get out of the car,” he says. He stands up and backs back, never taking his eyes off me.
Fuck, am I really this lucky?
“Yes, sir,” I mumble, praying I’m not mistaken in his meaning.
I open the car door and step out, feeling my back stretch from the stiffness of driving and the stiffness of my cock in my pants. I close the car door. The highway’s completely empty as far as I can see. The sun is just beginning to think about setting.
“Hands against the car,” the cop says. “And spread ‘em.”
I throw him my most evil grin. “Whatever you say, officer,” I say. I turn and put my hands on the car roof and spread my legs apart. “Shouldn’t you read me my rights?” I growl.
I feel the cop’s crotch press against my butt. He seems ample enough to do damage if he wanted. His belly presses into my back. His hands move around the front of my body, patting down my chest, lingering on the nipples there, slowly rubbing my belly, moving down to my hips and crotch. He steps a step back and works his hands down one leg and then slowly down the other. Then he reaches between my legs with one hand and begins feeling my hard cock and balls.
“I see I’ve caught me an outlaw,” the cop says, tugging on my hard shaft through my pants. “Get those off.”
“Here?” I say, looking up and down the road. We’re alone out here on the highway, but there is a small hill about 1/4 mile away and I don’t know if I’d have time to get redressed if someone came barreling down the road.
“You want to argue with me, fucker?” the cop says.
I stand upright and begin unbuckling my belt. I don’t turn around. I hear him unzipping his pants and the jangle of hardware hitting the concrete. I drop my trousers to my ankles.
“Take your shirt off,” he says. I pull my shirt off, tossing it into the car. The evening is mellow and warm and my nipples harden in a slight warm breeze.
There is the clatter of his helmet hitting the pavement and, before I can turn around to look, I feel his face pressing into my ass cheeks. I still have my cotton briefs on. It feels good feeling his nose and mouth pressing through the fabric of my underwear as he pulls my ass cheeks apart and dives between them.
“Ungh,” I grunt, bending a bit to give him better access.
“Better lose the shorts too,” the cop says.
Fuck, I need no more encouragement. I grab the waistband and shuck ‘em as fast as gravity will allow. The cop dives again into my ass, this time with his tongue darting and poking into my tight little asshole.
“Damn, officer,” I growl. “Dig in there.”
The cop grunts an assent and doesn’t stop digging out my asshole with his hot wet tongue. I arch my back a little trying to impale myself on his tongue while his big gloved hands pull my ass cheeks to the breaking point. He reaches one hand between my legs, encircles my ballsack with his gloved fist and tugs firmly down.
“Fuck, yeah,” I say, “Tug on them balls.”
The cop begins lapping my ass like a dog licking his own nuts. He is grunting and groaning as he licks there and my ass is starting to twitch open and closed with each lick, getting wetter and wetter with cop spit.
Finally, the cop pulls off my ass. “Nice round tasty ass,” the cop says, “for a law breaker.”
I chuckle a bit. I like this guy and damn can he rim.
“Turn around,” the cop orders.
I stand upright again and carefully, shift my feet so that I’ve turned facing him. He has his glasses off and his eyes are blue as the fuckin’ summer sky and his eyebrows are so black and full that all I can think about is how much I want to lick them. But before I can even think about it, the cop bends toward my fully exposed crotch.
My cock, already hard as granite from the rim job and this hot hairy cop in front of me, is ready to sink itself into this guy’s seet juicy mouth. But the cop doesn’t part his lips. Instead, he leans forward and sniffs.
First he sniffs down the length of my cock. Then he sniffs my ballsack. I can feel his lips just brushing against my scrotum and the sensation sends shockwaves through my body. I reach out to grab the back of his head, but the cop bats my hand away.
“Arms behind your back!” he orders.
I put my hands behind my back and wait. The cop continues sniffing my bush and my belly, his gloved hands holding onto my hips as his lips slightly graze my skin.
“Nothing like the smell of an outlaw,” he finally says.
My cock is pointing right at his mouth by now. “Aw, please, sir,” I groan. “Please, suck me.”
“Shut up,” the officer says. He licks his lips, taunting me. I reach for his head again and he smacks my arm hard.
“Behind your back, fucker!” he says.
I groan and put my hand back behind me.
The cop moves his head in circles, teasing me with the thought of where those nice soft lips will land. My cock is slobbering a gob of precum and will explode all on its own if this hot sexy cop doesn’t get to it.
“Please,” I whisper. “Aw, fuck, I can’t stand it.”
“Beg,” the cop says.
I have to admit I begin whining like the bitch he’s made me, “Please,” I whine, “Please, sir, suck it.”
With one long slow lick of his lips, the cop opens his mouth and dives onto my balls. I feel the warmth of his wet lips and tongue bathing my ballsack with heat and moisture as my cock throbs against his cheek and forehead. I’m bucking my hips a little, hoping the friction of my cock on his face will get me off, but before that can happen, the cop pulls off my balls and in one excruciating move, dives down the full length of my cockshaft with his warm salivating mouth.
I gasp and groan and I feel my cock deep, deep in this cop’s throat and this guy is a magnificent sucker of cock and I feel his tongue bathing the full length of my shaft with hot wet spit. I don’t know if I can take much of it and I’m about to tell him so when he grasps the base of my cock with one gloved hand and pulls my ballsack with the other.
“Ah god, I’m going to cum!” I say.
The cop begins pounding up and down the length of my shaft with his hot tight suctioning mouth and I can feel a huge load getting ready to blast out my cock and the cop pulling on my balls and squeezing the base of my cock and bam! the cum shoots and I’m growling in pleasure wanting so bad to grab his face, but not doing it and pumping load after load after load of hot bear jizz into the cop’s waiting throat.
The cop slows down, but continues to suckle my cock until I am entirely drained of all my jizz. I look down and realize my hand is on his head and he hasn’t batted it away and I can’t remember putting it there. Below his head, I see the cop’s wanking off on his cock which is curved up and hard and throbbing out of the biggest darkest bush I’ve ever seen. He pulls off my cock and smacks his lips, licking the cum out the corners of his mouth.
“On your knees,” the cop orders.
He stands up in the street as I kneel down in front of him. “Suck me off,” the officer says. “Hurry, I’m going to cum soon.”
I look up into his eyes. “Yes, sir,” I say, placing my hands behind my back again. “I am not resisting.”
The cop chuckles and then groans as I swallow his hard curvy veiny cock down to his big black bush.
“Argh!” the cop groans.
He doesn’t stand on ceremony. He fucks my face like he’s never had his cock sucked in his life and it’s everything I can do to remember my training and experience and keep from choking on his ever-hardening tool. His hand is on the back of my head and his cock is slamming into the back of my throat and I can taste the salt of his precum and feel the throb of the vein of his cock on my tongue.
“I’m coming,” he says. “Swallow it, fucker.”
And he shoots and shoots the thickest creamiest cum and I swallow it, I swear to Christ, like a pro. He continues to pound and pound my face for at least another couple minutes as I try to swallow the massive load of cum this cop has to give me. It’s drooled out my mouth and into my beard and some drops of cum have even landed on my belly.
At last, the cop pulls out of my mouth. I am gasping for air and I know the back of my throat is going to hurt at least through tomorrow.
“Get dressed and get out of here,” the cop says, pulling up his trousers and gun belt. “And don’t let me catch you speeding in these parts again.”
I stand up and begin redressing, all the while watching the cop buttoning and zipping and readjusting his belt.
“But if I don’t break the law by speeding, officer,” I say, “how will you ever chase me?”
The cop grins, puts his glasses back on and slaps me on the ass.
“Fuckin’ outlaw,” he chuckles as he moves to his bike.
That’s me. Come chase me.
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