Dark Fantasies

by T West

  Morgan climbed back on his bike and set off back down the street. His eyes were a little wider now, his nostrils flared a bit, as he took a deep inhale of the fresh air. The thrill of the fight had clearly riled him up, and his eyes prowled the night looking for the tiniest sign of an infraction. He gunned the motor, not caring if someone called a complaint on him now, wanting to try and recapture the rush he had just felt.

  The street lights whipped past him like fence posts, and the few people that were on the sidewalk were little more than brief blurs of motion. The street here was long and straight, with few lights, and luck was with him as he caught all greens. Everything was smooth sailing. It was shaping up to be a good night, the kind of night Morgan lived for, the kind of night he had signed up to the force for.

  He was about to cross Seventh Street when a small red Acura blew through the red light, almost hitting him. It only took him a few moments to get the bike turned, but by the time he was on Seventh the tail lights of the car were already a block away. Snarling, he flipped on his siren light and started revving his engine to the max.

  In front, he saw the car hit the brakes a little. Clearly the driver had seen the lights or heard the siren. It sped back up a moment as if to try and outrun him, but when they saw how fast Morgan was coming they wised up and pulled over under an overpass. There were no pedestrians walking on this part of the street, and the large bridge up above cast a dark shadow down on the vehicle.

  Morgan parked the bike, took his helmet off and climbed off once again. His boots crunched gravel, almost an echo of the earlier thug’s broken nose. Flexing his hands inside his black leather gloves he slowly strode towards the car, and watched as the window started to roll down. Stepping up to it, he could see there was a young woman, clearly in her twenties, inside.

  “Sorry about that officer, I didn’t see the light. I promise it was an accident. It won’t happen again.” The young woman said, her bright blue eyes looking up at the cop.

  “Step out of the car,” said Morgan, with no emotion in his voice.

  A flash of fear crossed the woman’s face. “I have my license and proof of insurance right here…” She frantically held up the documents.

  Morgan’s eyes scanned the driver’s license. “I said, step out of the car, Ms Lucy Green.” He said, slow and cold.

  “Yes sir.” The car door opened tentatively and Lucy climbed out. “I don’t have a criminal record or anything, I swear.”

  “Shut it. Put your hands on the hood. Don’t be dumb enough to try anything, we clear?”

  The young woman gulped. With a shaky voice she said, “I just ran a red. Is this really necessary?”

  Officer Morgan didn’t answer her. Lucy did as she was told. She turned around and put her hands on the hood of the car. Morgan kicked her legs apart, widening her stance.

  He stepped up close behind her, and Lucy squirmed, her fingertips clawing at her paintjob. She wondered for a second what the cop had in mind. Morgan reached out with a large leather-clad hand and palmed the young woman’s pussy from behind.

  “Jesus!” Lucy cried out.

  Her breath quickened as Morgan slowly groped her through her jeans, rubbing the leathery pads of his black gloves over her mound through the fabric. She straightened her back and gasped. Morgan grabbed the edges of her top and tore it away, leaving her just in her bra, tatters hanging from her.

  It took a few moments for Lucy to realize, but she noticed that Morgan wasn't just palming her pussy. He was doing it in a gentle, rhythmic manner, pressing in steady circles. The young woman made little gasps and pants as Morgan did so. She felt her juices trickling, which started leaking down under her jeans, over her thighs and dripping down to her socks. She realized with a strangely warm throb somewhere in her belly what was going on.

  Morgan bent over and breathed heavily on the back of her neck. He started to lick at the nape of her neck, the tip of his tongue tracing the soft skin. Lucy shivered. While not stopping his fondling of her, he licked at her neck and sucked on her earlobe. More and more juice leaked out and dripped down Lucy’s thighs.

  She waited motionless as Morgan’s hand moved from her snatch, up to her ass. He palmed the young woman’s pert buns, using both hands to grip her cheeks firmly and giving them a strong squeeze. Lucy gasped and squirmed, but this only made the cop grip her cheeks tighter, running his hands up and down the contours of her fleshy ass. She sighed and became pliant in his hands.

  The feel of the cop’s gloves on her made her writhe. What he was doing to her wasn't frightening somehow, it was more the thought of what Morgan might do to her if he took her back to the station.

  “I didn’t stop you for red light.” He said, craning his neck nearer again, his hulking presence looming over the young woman.

  “Oh, really?” Lucy asked, turning her head to the side to try to get a glimpse of the man behind her.

  “Yes really, Ms Green. I don’t give up chase for just anybody, you know. Just common thugs that need a good kicking... and horny little bitches like you.”

  Lucy gulped. The last thing she expected when she went for a drive that evening was that a cop would be the one to give her what she needs. But she couldn’t deny it for one second, and nor did she want to.

  Morgan stepped back a couple of paces, giving her room to move. She turned around and slid down the side of the car to the floor, languid and relaxed. Morgan’s crotch was level with her face. This close to him, she could smell his manly musk. It was a strong smell that made her mouth water, and made her want to put her face closer to him.

  The cop unzipped, reached inside and pulled out his cock through his fly. Lucy's eyes were automatically drawn to it like a magnet, as his cock swung freely mere inches from her face. It was enormous, flushed, and bobbing gently, up and down. From her position on the floor, she could clearly see that he was aroused, his cock thick and proud between his legs. He had to be at least ten inches long, and so thick in girth that Lucy didn't think she would be able to fit her hand all the way around it.

  “I give you permission to touch it,” the cop said sternly, as Lucy crawled towards his feet.

  She felt her way up Morgan's trousered leg and nuzzled the side of her face against his cock, her cheek getting wet with pre-cum. She moaned and began lapping at the underside of the cock, where she could see a big, throbbing vein. Morgan touched the side of her head and pressed her face to his groin. It smelled spicy with musk, and she breathed in deeply. Her eyes widened.

  The cop adjusted his fly a little bit more, reaching inside. Out popped his balls. They hung huge and swollen, shifting and pulsing. Lucy put her face between his legs and began mouthing at the mammoth sack. Morgan groaned deeply from above her. They tasted salty, and her mouth watered further. They were way too hefty to fit in her mouth at the same time, so she had to grapple them in turn. She lapped at the right one first, just about able to take the whole nut in her mouth. She sucked away, feeling it throb and churn as the hot seed swam about within, the cop’s cock lightly resting on her forehead. Next, she moved on to the left nut, taking her time to lick the entire orb from top to bottom, bathing it in her warm spittle. She took the ball in between her lips and sucked, moving her head back slightly and stretching out the sack as she did so. A gloved hand in her hair, gripping her head powerfully, redirected her.

  Morgan positioned Lucy’s head so that she was licking at the side of his massive dick, smooth and hot beneath her tongue. She moaned, moving her hot lips up and down his throbbing shaft. He grabbed her head with both hands and slid his dick into her mouth, pulling her up and down on his cock. All Lucy could do was open her mouth as wide as she could and let him use her. The cop moved her head up and down until the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat, making her eyes water. She didn’t gag, she just tried to relax and breathed through her nose, the cop’s dick so big that his balls weren’t quite able to rest on her chin. She looked up and saw Morgan roll his head back, clearly enjoying using her
mouth as his own personal wanking device.

  He let her head go, and Lucy took a moment to lick both her palms, as the cop looked down at her. Realizing her intention, the cop flexed his thighs, his muscles making the fabric of his uniform slacks visibly ripple. The young woman got her hands nice and slick, and knitting her fingers together so that both her hands were working together, she stroked him from base to tip. Following the stroking of her hands, Lucy suckled and slurped at the straining shaft. Her jaw started to ache pleasantly, and she wished that there was a way she could fit the whole length of the tool inside her mouth. Morgan growled softly, and pushed her head away.

  “You’re a hungry little whore, aren’t you.” The cop said. “But now you’re going to give yourself to me, totally and without question.”

  “God, yes. Yes, please sir!” Lucy pleaded, careful not to beg too much in case it pissed him off.

  “Lie on the hood.” Morgan instructed.

  Lucy did as she was told. She lay on the hood of her car, the metal cold and smooth against her bare back. Morgan pulled her jeans, ripping them down and flinging them on the pavement. He did the same to her panties, which he tore off with a grunt of satisfaction.

  The cop ran his hands over Lucy’s breasts, and pulled off her bra. He leant over and sucked at her nipples, his tongue rough and hot. She sighed, her ass clenching. She could feel his hot breath and strong jaw against her skin, and she pressed herself against it.

  He licked his way down her stomach, the rough texture of his tongue sending tingles down her spine. He pulled her legs apart, and lifting them up, simply looked at her pussy for a moment or two, eying up the tight pink target that lay between her legs. She was already embarrassingly wet, and she could feel her clit throbbing. She wanted more.

  Morgan put his face between her legs, and his hot breath was suddenly on her pussy. Lucy cried out in lust and arched her back hard, almost sobbing as the cop eyed up her incredibly tight snatch. Her legs trembled on either side of the cop’s head as she awaited his next touch.

  Morgan took a glove off, and Lucy panted and trembled. He propped her legs up on his shoulders and pressed a finger at her entrance, bigger and thicker than any finger she had ever had in her. It was wide and strong, the light of the streetlamp bouncing off the smooth skin. Pulling her thighs wider apart with his other hand, he delved his digit inside. His finger was so big and strong, penetrating deeply. He got so far in her that he was able to reach that sweet spot that had her seeing stars.

  “Oooh god!” She cried out, hands clenched in the ruins of her sleeves. “Oh god, yes!”

  The cop rubbed inside her, and it felt divine. He eased his finger in and out, before adding another finger. His digits were so big that it was almost like taking a human cock. Lucy’s nipples hardened as he finger-banger her steadily, easing her open. When he got three fingers inside, she gasped and lifted her pelvis upwards. She felt so full. Three of his fingers felt huge, larger than anything she had ever had. Suddenly, she realized that he'd been preparing her the whole time.

  Morgan grabbed her by the hips and flipped her over onto her stomach, crudely bending her over the hood of the car. The cop readied himself.

  “Sir... I’m not sure if I can take it,” Lucy panted, raising herself up by her arms and swiveling her head round as far as she could to catch a glimpse of the huge, rippling length, the eye of the helmet staring at her ominously.

  “I’ll make it fit.” Morgan informed her.

  “Thank you...” Lucy murmured faintly.

  Morgan slicked up his massive shaft with saliva until it was dripping, and nudged it between her legs. Lucy raised her ass up as far as she could, giving him full access. He held her cheeks in his hands. He pushed once, pushed again, and amazingly, slid inside her pussy.

  He was so huge, and Lucy had never felt so full, taking this monumental pole. He pushed forward, little by little, groaning as he slid even further inside. She wiggled her hips, pushing herself back on him until he couldn't get in any further. He drew away for a moment before thrusting back into her, bottoming out in her slick passage.

  The ridges of his cock were hitting all the right places, and Lucy’s heavy breathing quickened as she felt the older guy moving. Morgan set a steady, rough pace, and her firm cheeks jiggled with every pump. She was getting stretched to the limit.

  Lucy was so wracked with pleasure that she could hardly see straight, moaning as he pounded her. He was rubbing her tunnel just the right way, and something hot was winding up tight from deep within. She felt euphoria coursing through her, building up higher and higher until she was almost at the peak.

  Just when she thought she about to explode with ecstasy, Morgan reached around his still-gloved hand and grabbed Lucy’s heaving tits. He slammed her faster and harder than she had ever been taken in her life, her clit throbbing as she was taken to new, unbelievable heights.

  “I’m... I’m... I’m... going to cum, sir!” She cried out, head thrashing back in a wave of pleasure.

  She screamed and wailed as everything seized up and overflowed. She felt her inner walls clamping down around Morgan's cock as she came, gushing down the side of her car in sticky strings. Morgan didn’t let up for a second as he continued to pound. He grunted like an animal, and growled loudly from deep in his throat.

  Suddenly, the cop withdrew. “Up on the roof!” he commanded.

  “Up on the...?” Lucy started, but she suddenly thought better than to question him. She climbed up on the roof of the car, and on all fours, offered herself to him again.

  Morgan stepped up onto the roof with two strong strides, and positioned his boots either side of Lucy’s thighs. With the soles of his boots firmly secured to the top of car, he squatted down behind her, and lined his cock up with her juicy pussy as he mounted her from above.

  He clutched her shoulders as he pushed himself into her once more, this new angle meaning he could get incredible leverage as well as swing his hips back and forth freely. He commenced to pummel Lucy, relentlessly sliding his entire length in and out of her with such power that his heavy balls whacked against her, so hard it almost hurt. Morgan reached down and wrapped his arms around her midsection, hugging her tightly as he humped her, his beefy leather-clad chest pressing and rubbing against her naked back. After several long, hard pumps, he straightened and raised up his upper body, his cock still buried deep. He pulled Lucy’s hair back tightly and used his gloved hand to rain down ten perfectly-placed and very hard slaps, the leather of the glove stinging her ass cheeks with every spank.

  “Who’s going to make a good daddy? Huh? Who’s going to make the best daddy in the world?” Morgan said as he picked up the pace, slamming her with a ridiculously fast rhythm, the crown of his cock rubbing her insides just right.

  “Unnngh... you are! You are, sir. Sir!” She whimpered, her eyes glazing over as she felt more full than she ever had, every last inch of his cock sliding in and out of her perfectly, giving her sensations she’d never known.

  “That’s right. That’s right...” Whispered Morgan, barely out of breath and not even breaking a sweat.

  From deep within her, it almost felt like Morgan was expanding - cocked, locked and ready to pop. He came, pulsing and spilling, breathing deeply as he climaxed. Lucy was being filled with rope after rope of thick, creamy spunk. It was spilling out over her thighs and between her legs, covering her with the evidence of his release. He kept cumming, moaning and shuddering, and she took as much as she could.

  Finally, he pulled out and hopped down onto the sidewalk, leaving her loose and pliant on the top of her car, feeling pleasantly pleasure-soaked. Her lower half was covered inside and out in creamy cum, and when she shakily turned around, climbed down and sat on the hood, even more dribbled out of her and onto her thighs, some splashing onto the road below.

  She dipped a finger in the cum on her thigh and pressed it to her lips. Even just a tiny taste filled her mouth with a strong, salty flavor. Her mouth watered all over
again, even though she'd just been fucked senseless.

  “Aren’t you going to arrest me?” She asked, looking up at him with innocent doe eyes.

  Morgan put his softening cock away and zipped up. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

  He walked over to his bike and opened the pouch at the back of the seat. He took something out and walked back to the car.

  “Look, here’s my card,” he said, handing Lucy the small piece of cardboard. She held it in her hand and looked down at it. “My paycheck is pretty decent to I’ll take care of things. Now, get yourself cleaned up, girl. You’re out in public for god’s sake.”

  And with that, the cop put his helmet and glove back on, slid down his visor, sat on his bike and revved up the engine. He sped off down the street, the engine roaring thunderously. A big cloud of gray smoke enveloped Lucy as she watched him disappear into the night.

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  BIG BLACK BOSS

  By

  Tess West