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I was out to dinner with vgmaker last night, chatting merrily away at a lovely little Mexican restaurant for the better part of two hours. After dinner, we strolled over to IHOP to finish the evening, passing by some vacant patrol cars on the way.
Now, like most girls, I have a taste for men in uniform. Not all uniforms, mind you, but generally cops and EMTs. The EMT thing I can't completely explain, but the cop-obsession has actual roots.
A few years ago, I met this absolutely nearly perfect dom. He was brilliant, could send me into subspace within minutes. I loved meeting up with him, though he was always travelling around the state and didn't have the most free time.
At the time, I was living with my parents and he had a roommate that would certainly not appreciate my screams, shouts, and moans, so we had to come up with creative venues in which to play. Often, we'd end up parked somewhere in his undercover patrol car (complete with tinted windows and removable flashy red lights), the wide backseat our playground.
One afternoon, we decided to park in a several story structure behind a local movie theater, up several levels in order to avoid too much foot traffic. It was a fairly slow day at the theater, hardly anyone around, and his windows were extremely hard to see through, so we didn't think there'd be much bother.
We got into the backseat, started doing the standard routine (well as much as anything like that can be a routine). At the time, I was seeing multiple men, but I had the safety rule of only having one full-on lover. Unfortunately, my cop was not that man. Fortunately, he loved receiving head as much as I love giving it. That is to say, rather, a lot.
So my face is buried in his lap, tongue working like a cat with cream, just loving it, ass in air as he is alternating poundingly jarring spanks with slow loving strokes, other arm resting on the seatback, occasionally dropping down to grip me by my hair and jam his cock further down my throat. Good, good stuff.
Somewhere in all of this, he decides that he no longer wants to spank me through my jeans and violently yanks my pants down to around my knees and drives his fingers into me... which of course means I stop my oral attentions to cry out at the sheer, wonderful violation of it. He did not approve of me stopping, so immediately withdraws his fingers and lays into my ass like no one's business.
About ten minutes into alternating between him making me scream with his fingers and spanking me for stopping trying to suck him dry, there is a tap on the window. And another. I look behind me, his fingers buried deep in me and my ass which, of course, is inches from the window in question, to see a security guard looking rather shocked and annoyed. Upon making eye contact with him, he demands that we get out of the car. The cop, zipping up, looks at me and orders me to stay right there as he slides out of the backseat and leaps into the front seat, peeling out of the parking spot much to the surprise of the security guard, who proceeds to shout at us as we speed out of the parking structure.
It was a rather brilliant afternoon.
And that is why whenever I see a cop, I have to stop, measure, and wonder how the back of his patrol car looks, and if he's the kind of man whose attentions would leave me unable to comfortably sit for days.
Now, like most girls, I have a taste for men in uniform. Not all uniforms, mind you, but generally cops and EMTs. The EMT thing I can't completely explain, but the cop-obsession has actual roots.
A few years ago, I met this absolutely nearly perfect dom. He was brilliant, could send me into subspace within minutes. I loved meeting up with him, though he was always travelling around the state and didn't have the most free time.
At the time, I was living with my parents and he had a roommate that would certainly not appreciate my screams, shouts, and moans, so we had to come up with creative venues in which to play. Often, we'd end up parked somewhere in his undercover patrol car (complete with tinted windows and removable flashy red lights), the wide backseat our playground.
One afternoon, we decided to park in a several story structure behind a local movie theater, up several levels in order to avoid too much foot traffic. It was a fairly slow day at the theater, hardly anyone around, and his windows were extremely hard to see through, so we didn't think there'd be much bother.
We got into the backseat, started doing the standard routine (well as much as anything like that can be a routine). At the time, I was seeing multiple men, but I had the safety rule of only having one full-on lover. Unfortunately, my cop was not that man. Fortunately, he loved receiving head as much as I love giving it. That is to say, rather, a lot.
So my face is buried in his lap, tongue working like a cat with cream, just loving it, ass in air as he is alternating poundingly jarring spanks with slow loving strokes, other arm resting on the seatback, occasionally dropping down to grip me by my hair and jam his cock further down my throat. Good, good stuff.
Somewhere in all of this, he decides that he no longer wants to spank me through my jeans and violently yanks my pants down to around my knees and drives his fingers into me... which of course means I stop my oral attentions to cry out at the sheer, wonderful violation of it. He did not approve of me stopping, so immediately withdraws his fingers and lays into my ass like no one's business.
About ten minutes into alternating between him making me scream with his fingers and spanking me for stopping trying to suck him dry, there is a tap on the window. And another. I look behind me, his fingers buried deep in me and my ass which, of course, is inches from the window in question, to see a security guard looking rather shocked and annoyed. Upon making eye contact with him, he demands that we get out of the car. The cop, zipping up, looks at me and orders me to stay right there as he slides out of the backseat and leaps into the front seat, peeling out of the parking spot much to the surprise of the security guard, who proceeds to shout at us as we speed out of the parking structure.
It was a rather brilliant afternoon.
And that is why whenever I see a cop, I have to stop, measure, and wonder how the back of his patrol car looks, and if he's the kind of man whose attentions would leave me unable to comfortably sit for days.