Date: Fri, 4 Dec 2015 17:23:53 +0000 (UTC)
From: Hot for Dads <hotfordads@yahoo.com>
Subject: Yes, Officer Wright (gay/authoritarian)

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YES, OFFICER WRIGHT

I'd been driving all day and was as horny as hell. I don't know why
long-distance driving always got me in that state, but it did. Maybe it was
the nonstop bumps and vibrations of the car on a rough, open road. Maybe it
was the fantasy of rest stop sex that filled my brain but almost never got
fulfilled. Maybe it was picturing what all those truckers I kept passing
got up to in their sleepers when they were stopped for the night. Whatever
it was, I was so fucking turned on that my foot turned to lead and I was
speeding at a good clip when I was only about five miles from home.

"FUCK!" I yelled at myself as soon as I saw the lights flashing in my
rearview mirror. "Just what I needed," I mumbled as I put on the brakes and
slowed to a stop at the side of the road.

I pressed the button to lower the driver's window, leaned over and got my
registration paperwork out of the glove box, and then shifted to pull my
wallet out of my front pocket. I casually held all this stuff in my left
hand, ready for inspection. It was at that point that I finally looked in
the side mirror and saw the motorcycle cop striding toward me. After being
nonstop horny for the last several hours, I nearly shot a huge load of cum
in my shorts at just the sight of that police stud.

He had to have been at least 6'4". His muscles bulged against his tight
uniform. His thighs rippled as he walked. The short sleeves on his uniform
left his forearms on view with a sexy dusting of black hair. That was
nothing compared to the black chest hair peaking out of the top of his
shirt where his broad chest had popped a button open. I gulped and adjusted
my stiffening dick. I looked straight ahead and tried to clear my thoughts
as I felt him arriving beside my car.

"Where's the fire?" the police officer asked in a deep, rumbling voice.

"In my pants," I said without thinking. "I mean..."

"I could see why that might cause you to speed," he chuckled. "Heading home
to take care of the little lady?"

The policeman's banter relaxed me a bit, and I replied. "Unfortunately,
it's just a hot date with Rosey Palm and her five helpful sisters."

"I know what you mean," the cop replied.

"I doubt it," I said after finally looking at the cop. My cock jumped, yet
again almost going over the edge at the site of this testosterone-oozing
hunk of a cop standing with his bulging crotch nearly in my face. I quickly
looked to the front again and took a deep breath to try to relax.

"Registration and license," he said, finally getting down to business. I
held up the registration and my wallet. "Can you take it out for me?" I
looked up quickly and must have had a shocked expression on my face,
because he laughed and added, "Your license. Take your license out of the
wallet, please."

"Oh, sure," I said, fumbling with my wallet but finally getting the license
out of it.

"Nice picture," he observed casually.

"Thanks," I mumbled.

"I'll be right back," the policeman informed me before heading back to his
motorcycle. I gulped at the sight of his firm ass in my mirror and then my
eyes trailed down the backs of his thighs to his shiny black boots.

I adjusted my rigid cock and groaned. For a second, I debated the idea of
just letting go and filling my underwear with cum, but for once, sanity got
the better of me. I grabbed the wheel with both hands and breathed rapidly
to get my hormones under control. "Relax," I said to myself. "You can jerk
off when you get home....and shoot your load all over that hot cop ass."

"Everything looks good," the cop growled in my ear, and I nearly jumped
over into the passenger seat. "Do you know how fast you were going?" he
asked.

"Um, no I don't, Officer..."

"Wright. Officer Wright. As in always right," he laughed.

"Officer Wright," I repeated, hoping he hadn't heard my fantasy
ramblings. "I'm sorry. Like I said, I was distracted for a bit. I've been
driving all day."

"And just want to get home and shoot a load," he continued for me.

"Uh, yes, sir," I replied, completely embarrassed with this cop appearing
to mock me.

"Like I said, I know how that goes, Mr. Green."

"Thanks," I mumbled, taking back my documents. "So how much is it going to
cost me?"

"Well, since you're clean, I think we'll let it go this time. Just keep
your mind on your driving instead of on that cock of yours."

"No ticket?" I said, looking up at him with surprise.

"Not this time," he smiled. "But if I catch you again, you'll definitely
pay."

"Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir. It won't happen again, Officer Wright."

"That's what I like to hear, Robert. Or do you prefer to be called Bobby?"

"Um, either is fine, sir." No one had called me Bobby since before I hit
puberty, but hearing this muscled god use the name on me sent an excited
shiver through my body.

"Have a good evening, Bobby," Officer Wright growled as he gripped my
shoulder firmly and actually winked at me.

"Yes, Officer Wright. You too."

"I guess that depends on my own Rosey Palm and her five helpful sisters,"
he laughed before turning away and walking back to his motorcycle.

"Oh yeah," I groaned as I looked in the mirror to watch Officer Wright
swing his leg over the seat and put that powerful machine between his
thighs. I gulped as he took up his helmet and put it on. I turned on my own
engine as he revved his as well. I waited for him to roar past me, but he
didn't move. Finally, I gave up, put the car in drive, and slowly pulled
back onto the road.

I looked in the rearview mirror and saw Officer Wright pull onto the road
behind me. Nerves began to overtake me, and I started glancing between the
speedometer and the rearview mirror. I overcompensated by driving five
miles an hour under the limit, thinking that he would pass me and move
along. Instead, he followed right behind me, almost riding on my rear
bumper.

As I approached the rest area just outside my town, I slowed even more and
debated quickly whether I should just stop there and let him pass. When
Officer Wright's lights started flashing in my rearview mirror, the
decision was made for me and I just pulled into the deserted rest area and
turned off my car.

"Is something wrong?" Officer Wright asked from his motorcycle after
pulling up beside my car. "First you're zooming home to play, and now
you're crawling like a snail."

"I just didn't want to do anything wrong to make you change your mind about
a ticket, sir," I replied honestly.

"Okay, well quit the pussy-footing around and drive like a man," he growled
at me.

"Yes, sir."

"Or else I might question whether you were on the up and up back there or
if you were just spinning some crazy horny story to get out of a ticket."

"No, Officer Wright," I said quickly. "It's the truth. I was definitely in
a hurry to get home and blow a load. Still am."

"Well, I would tell you to go inside here and take care of business," he
chuckled, "but that probably wouldn't be the right precedent for an officer
of the law to set."

"Probably not," I agreed.

"Well, then, get going," the policeman ordered. "I don't have all evening
to baby-sit you."

"No, sir. Of course, sir. Right away, Officer Wright," I babbled.

"That's what I like to hear, Bobby," he replied as he revved his motor.

I started my car and pulled back out onto the highway. I expected Officer
Wright to follow me at least for a little while, but to my complete
surprise, he soon roared past me with a quick wave and disappeared into the
early evening twilight. I breathed a deep sigh of relief, but there was
definitely a degree of disappointment mingled in as well.

*****

I clicked the garage door opener as I turned into my driveway, and then I
slammed on the breaks. There, with the garage door opening behind him was
Officer Wright. He had his motorcycle parked across the driveway, and he
was leaning against it, perching slightly on the side of the seat of the
cycle. His shiny black boots were crossed at the ankles. He had his helmet
tucked under one arm, and he was swinging the other arm to slap his leather
gloves against his bulging thighs.

The adrenaline started pumping through my body as I began to panic. I
jumped out of my car and rushed toward the waiting officer. I glanced
nervously around to see if any neighbors were witnessing this scene. "How
did you know where I lived?" I asked.

"I saw your driver's license. Remember?" he said with a superior grin.

"Oh yeah," I replied lamely. "But what are you doing here?"

"I decided I needed some proof that you weren't lying to me back there. I
would hate to think that I had been conned out of giving a ticket."

"What do you want?" I asked nervously.

"Why don't we go inside and discuss it, Bobby?"

"Oh, okay, sure. Yeah, go inside. Just let me put my car away," I
said. Officer Wright nodded his agreement, and I returned to my car. As I
got in the driver's seat and slammed the door closed, I looked up to see
Officer Wright wheeling his motorcycle into the garage. I hesitated for a
moment and then pulled in beside him. I clicked the control to close the
garage door and got out of the car.

"Nice place you got here," Officer Wright said, again slapping his gloves
against his thigh.

"Thanks. Nice thighs you got there," I said and froze.

"Yeah, lots of power in these babies," he chuckled.

"I bet," I said, passing the officer and leading the way into the house.

*****

"Would you like something to drink?" I asked, stepping to the refrigerator
and turning slightly to see Officer Wright entering the kitchen behind me.

"Seeing as I went off duty about fifteen minutes ago, I wouldn't mind a
cold beer. You've got beer, don't you?"

"Yes, sir," I said without thinking. "Coming right up."

"I hope so," he chuckled. I popped the tops on a couple bottles of beer and
handed one to Officer Wright. "Thanks," he said. I watched in silence as he
tipped up the bottle and chugged the entire contents. "That hit the spot,"
he finally said, holding the empty bottle out to me.

"Another?" I asked, taking the empty and holding out the other bottle that
I'd intended for myself.

"Don't mind if I do," Officer Wright said, taking the bottle and chugging
it almost as fast as he had the first one. "Now, are we going to get down
to business or what?" he asked, handing the second empty bottle to me.

"I don't..." I started to protest.

"Cut the crap. You've been drooling over this ever since I walked up to
your car door," he said, grabbing his crotch and giving his junk a
significant adjustment. "Well, haven't you?" he growled.

"Yes, sir," I admitted nervously. For all I knew he was getting ready to
beat the shit out of me. I relaxed a little when I saw that his cock was
unmistakably growing and fighting to get out of that tight uniform.

"Well, then get on your knees and get busy," he ordered, leaning back
against the counter.

"Yes, sir." I put the two empty bottles on the counter and knelt down in
front of Officer Wright.

"That's better," he chuckled.

"Damn, it's big," I muttered as I reached out tentatively to trace the
distinct outline of his cock pressing against the crotch of his uniform.

"Think you can handle it, Bobby?" he asked.

"I'll sure try," I said before leaning in to rub my cheek along the hidden,
rock-hard flesh.

"I thought so. Well, better get started," he said.

I looked up and saw him starting to unbuckle his belt. Without thinking, I
grabbed his hands and said, "No, please." I looked up into his eyes and
added, "I want you in full uniform for this, sir."

"Whatever you want," he said as he fastened his belt firmly again. "For
now."

I ignored the implication of those last two words and worked my finger into
the front of his trousers to grab the zipper. I bit my lip as I slowly
lowered the zipper to provide entry to the promised land. I idiotically
waited for the cock to pop free of its own accord. It pulsed several times,
but the trousers held it firmly in place.

Officer Wright laughed and said, "If you want it, you'll have to go get
it."

"Yes, sir," I muttered before slowly working my hand through the zipper
opening and into the darkness where I discovered the officer was
commando. My hand quickly encountered the firm cock, which was both rigid
and velvety and was giving off an amazing amount of heat. I slid my hand
along the shaft until I discovered the head, or what should have been the
head. In fact, I could feel the head, but it was still encased in
foreskin. "Nice," I sighed, fingering the fleshy covering.

"I thought you might enjoy having a little extra flesh to chew on," Officer
Wright growled.

"Oh, yes, sir," I said eagerly. "I love foreskin. The more, the better."

"I think you'll enjoy what's at the other end of the shaft as well," he
replied with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm sure I will," I laughed as I worked my hand back down his warm,
pulsing shaft. I could feel the veins bulging as my fingers traced over
them. Just as I expected to glide from the shaft onto his balls, I felt
something else. I stopped and looked up.

"Get it out and have a look," Officer Wright instructed me. I slid my hand
back up his cock shaft and tried to pull it out gently, but it was too big
and too firmly held in place by his trousers. "I guess we'd better undo
this after all," he replied as he began to unbuckle his belt.

I was disappointed but knew it was necessary. I pulled my hand back out of
the way and watched as he undid his trousers and opened them wide for me. I
quickly reached inside and pulled his huge cock free. I was not
disappointed. It looked exactly as I had pictured it, and there was even a
small amount of precum escaping from the foreskin. I leaned in quickly to
lap up the precum and stick my tongue inside for more.

"Don't forget the rest," Officer Wright laughed.

I was ready to pull back the foreskin and devour his cock, but the reminder
made me pull off. I reached into his trousers to free his balls and again
felt something strange. Without stopping to think any more, I pulled them
free. I was shocked and thrilled by the sight. Not only was Officer Wright
riding around commando on duty, he was wearing a leather cockring. And not
just any cockring. It was studded with silver disks around the base of his
cock, but there was also a ball stretcher snapped around the top of his
ballsac with another leather strap secured in place as a ball separator to
spread his ball. "Wow," I said, both at the sight of the surprising leather
apparatus and at the amazing display it made of Officer Wright's balls.

"I'm glad you approve," he replied as he pulled his trousers closed around
his exposed cock and balls so he could refasten his belt. "Now, show me
some appreciation."

"Yes, sir," I said eagerly. One hand quickly grabbed the officer by the
ball stretcher, and the other hand grabbed the head of his shaft to pull
back the foreskin and reveal the drooling head. I stuck out my tongue and
rapidly lapped at the sweet precum oozing out of the dick. The more I
tasted, the more I wanted. I licked forcefully as I squeezed the shaft to
try to force more of the precious liquid out and then I flicked my tongue
at the piss slit before trying to drive my tongue into Officer Wright's
cock.

"Suck the fucker and you'll soon get more than you can handle," he growled
as he thrust his cock against my tongue.

"I can handle everything you have to give, sir," I bragged. Secretly, I
hoped he would shoot a load that proved me wrong.

"We'll see about that," he replied, slamming his leather gloves firmly down
on my shoulder. The move surprised me, and my mouth dropped open, allowing
Officer Wright to shove his fat cock into my mouth.

"Mmmmmmph," I groaned with surprise quickly replaced by pleasure as my
tongue flicked around the invading flesh that Officer Wright began pounding
into my throat. I tightened my grip on the ball stretcher and pulled
eagerly as the officer used my mouth.

"Yeah, that's it, Bobby. Swallow my meat, you cocksucker!"

I just moaned my appreciation and tried to relax my throat in spite of the
onslaught. My efforts paid off as the thrusting cock drove past my mouth
and down into my throat.

"Shit yeah," Officer Wright groaned when he realized I could swallow his
fat cock. He stopped the shallow face-fucking movements and instead slowly
pressed his cock deeper and deeper into my throat. I groaned around the
invading meat and tried to breath through my nose to stay alive. "Damn,
fucker, I'm impressed," the officer growled as he continued to fill me with
more and more cock until the ball stretcher and his balls we resting on my
chin. "Oh yeah, fuck, yeah," he yelled. "You've taken the whole fucking
thing. I've never found many suckers who could do that. I'm impressed."

I didn't want to disappoint him, but I needed a break. I slapped Officer
Wright's thigh, and he slowly pulled his cock back out of my throat. I
breathed quickly to replenish my lungs while the cock head drooled onto my
tongue. "Again," I moaned when I was ready.

"Shit, I'm glad I pulled you over," he laughed.

"So am I," I moaned right before he began to fill my throat with his cock
again. I finally released my grip on the ball stretcher and reached around
to grab his ass with both hands and pull him forward, driving his dick
deeper and deeper into my throat.

"Oh yeah," Officer Wright sighed when his cock was fully inside my throat
again. "That feels fucking good," he groaned as he began a shallow fucking
motion. I tried to work my throat muscles on the shaft and tease the
under-side of the cock with my tongue, but there was so much flesh filling
my mouth and throat that I finally had to give up and just let the officer
fuck my throat however he wanted and could. "Damn, you're the best
cocksucker I've ever had," he praised, "but I gotta pound this fucker now."

I moaned my consent as best I could with a mouth full of cock, and he
grabbed my head firmly between his hands. He pulled his cock out slowly and
then shoved it back in a little faster. Pulled out faster. Shoved in
faster. Pulled out even faster. Shoved back in even faster. In no time, he
was fucking my throat fast and hard, occasionally pulling out far enough
for me to gulp more air before he continued using my throat.

"You like my ass, do you?" he laughed when he realized that I was working
the firm flesh of his flexing buttocks.

"Mmmmmm," I confirmed.

"You keep sucking my cock like this, and I'm gonna shoot a huge load right
into your stomach pretty soon," Officer Wright groaned.

I quickly moved my hands to the front of the officer's thighs and shoved
him back against the counter. The quick movement took him by surprised and
dislodged his cock from my throat. "Cover me in cum, sir," I begged eagerly
as I took a firm grip on his ball stretcher and pulled down as my other
hand proceeded to fly up and down his thick shaft. I flicked my tongue at
his cock head every time it emerged from the foreskin that was gliding back
and forth over it.

"I'm gonna have to give you a speeding ticket if you keep that up," Officer
Wright laughed.

"Just give me your cum. Shoot that shit all over me. I wanna be covered in
cop cum!" I panted as I continued to work his cock for my reward.

"Damn, you're a persistent fucker," he replied. "Well, if you want it, get
ready."

"Yes, yes, I'm ready," I confirmed eagerly. I pulled harder on his ball
stretcher and frantically jacked away on his cock. "Shoot that cum in my
face."

"Oh, you're gonna get the biggest load you ever had shot in that pretty
face of yours," he grunted.

"Yes, sir. Please, sir."

"Oh fuck," he grunted as he finally began to fuck his cock through my
flying fist instead of just letting me do all the work. "Gonna shoot a big
load for you, boy."

"Give it to me!"

"I wanted to give it to you the moment I first saw you," he panted.

"I wish you would have."

"Wanted to whip out my cock and have you feed on it right there beside the
road," he groaned.

"Oh fuck, I wish you had."

"Well, get ready for it now, Bobby," Officer Wright groaned.

"Yes, Officer Wright!"

"OH FUCK," he roared as he continued to fuck my fist. "HERE IT CUMS!"

"Yes, yes, yes," I moaned with every thrust. "Shoot that load all over me."

"I'VE BEEN WANTING TO SHOOT THIS LOAD ALL DAY!"

"Do it, Officer Wright. Shoot that cop cum all over me," I said, licking my
lips.

"FUCK. SHIT. FUCK, YOU COCKSUCKER. YEEEEEEEEEEES!" he bellowed. His first
load of cum erupted from his cock and smacked me right between the eyes. I
felt it roll down over my nose as the next shot of cum flew over my
shoulder.

"DON'T WASTE IT!" I yelled with disappointment. I stopped pumping his cock
and just used my grip to guide the erupting missiles. Splat on my
chin. Splat on my forehead. Splat on my nose. Splat on my cheek. Splat on
my forehead again. He just kept cumming and cumming and cumming. I could
feel my face becoming more and more covered by his thick, warm goo. When he
finally shot a load right on my upper lip, I eagerly stuck out my tongue
and lapped up my first mouthful of his seed.

"I'M NOT FINISHED YET!" Officer Wright yelled when he saw me starting to
sit back.

"Sorry, sir," I said, quickly sitting up again. The next load shot right
into my mouth as I replied. I closed my lips and rolled the pungent fluid
around inside my mouth as another load erupted with dwindling force and
landed on my throat. I leaned in closer. Splat on my forehead. Splat on my
nose.

"DAMN, BOY!" Officer Wright finally sighed as I watched one final glob of
cum ooze out and hang tantalizingly on the end of his dick. I quickly
leaned forward to lap up my final reward before it dripped to the
floor. The officer laughed and said, "You're one cum-hungry fucker."

"Yes, Officer Wright, I am."

I heard a click and looked up from the dick in front of my face. I froze
when I saw Officer Wright had his phone in his hand and was taking pictures
of my cum-covered face. "The boys back at the station will never believe
this without proof," he said.

"You wouldn't!" I objected as I let go of his cock and reflexively licked
up cum that was beginning to run down over my lips.

"That depends."

"On what?" I asked.

"On whether your ass is as talented as your mouth. Is it?" he asked with a
raised eyebrow.

"Oh yes, Officer Wright!" I replied with a huge grin.

"Glad to hear it," he replied, stepping closer and rubbing his cock head in
the cum on my face. "I think you're gonna turn out to be the best stop I
ever made."

"I hope so, sir." That was all the response I could manage before Officer
Wright began using his cock to wipe up his cum and push it into my hungry
mouth. I eagerly swallowed every load he pushed into me, and then I sucked
his cock into my mouth to lick it clean.

I heard another click and looked up to see Officer Wright using his phone
again to take pictures of me with his cock in my mouth. "Just a little more
insurance," he said with a wink.

I continued to suck innocently on the officer's spent cock as I casually
reached into my pocket and pulled out my own phone. When I had it out and
in hand, my phone, that is, I slipped off of Officer Wright's cock, flipped
around quickly, and took a selfie with his cock against my cheek and his
uniform and face clearly visible above me. I turned my head sideways and
took more pictures as I licked his balls and the leather separator that
still kept them nice and tight even though they were spent.

"You little shit," he said gruffly. I froze until he started to laugh.

"Just a little insurance of my own, Officer Wright," I smiled up at him.

"I don't think you'll be needing that," he replied with a wink. "Damn, look
what you made me do." I felt him kick my thigh with the toe of his boot, so
I looked down.

"Sorry, sir," I said when I saw splatters of cum on his shiny black boots.

"Don't be fucking sorry. Just clean it up," he ordered. "Spit's the best
polish in the world."

"Yes, sir," I replied eagerly. I leaned down and began to lick his boots
clean, but as I did so, I felt my body loose control. "Oh shit," I groaned
as I felt my balls being unloaded and my cock spasming to fill my underwear
with cum.

"Am I gonna have to give you a ticket for unauthorized discharge?" he asked
with a laugh.

"Yes, Officer Wright," I replied with a sheepish grin. "I'm afraid so."


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