To Hell with Love: The Policeman

by Tyra Hyde

  And then came the big reveal; PC Adams turned once again. Even at half mast, his cock was big. My eyes widened at the sight of it, and a spasm of pleasure shot through my loins at the prospect of feeling the length of it inside of me. Despite his stature, the beast was proportionate. His cock must have been at least seven or eight inches long, with a girth to match. I lifted my finger again and beckoned him closer.

  He dived on me like a wild animal. We kissed a while as he caressed by sides, firm but tender. His mouth did the work, that savage tongue of his. I found myself drifting off into my own little world, indulging myself in the sensations the policeman was giving me. Even though I was still fully clothed, he was in complete control. He knew all the right places to touch me, my sides, my cheeks, my thighs. Never too hard, sometimes so gentle that it made me ache- I needed him. Now.

  It was almost as if he could read my mind. He sat up and raised those huge hands of his, and plunged them between my breasts. Like his boxers before, PC Adams tore my dress clean in two and dived right down onto my left nipple. He teased me with his tongue, twirling and tempting away at one of the most sensitive parts of my body. I moaned loudly and seductively as he grabbed hold of my other breast with his hand and began to suck ravenously at my now fully erect left nipple. The feeling was unbelievable. I was in heaven. But something was missing...

  The policeman understood. A good detective always did. He pulled away from my bosom, leaving me to gaze up at his awesome figure. From there, he started to guide his cock into my steaming pussy, wet as the oceans and close to gushing with excitement. I shrieked as the full girth of his beastly cock penetrated my tight little hole, sensual and fervent as ever. The veins that ran the length of his dick rubbed up against the walls of my pussy, pulsing inside of me and causing me to inadvertently bite down hard on my bottom lip. My mind struggled to withstand the barrage of pleasure tinged with the faintest glint of pain that his cock was causing. He closed his eyes and growled in response, an incoherent word that sounded like 'yes' perhaps.

  With every thrust our moans turned slowly to screams. Our fingers were intertwined, mine and his, mine and his, one after the other. My senses were on fire too. The stench of our juices filled the air, mingling with sweat and some other animal scent that oozed from my man, stimulating my mind as much as my body. Everything seemed brighter too, even the flowers that covered the ceiling above. We were both groaning in tandem now, howling like dogs in the night. He was my policeman, and I would do anything he commanded of me.

  Together, we came. “ALISON!” He screamed, over and over, maintaining his rhythm and continuing to move back and forth while my entire body quaked and shook as wave after wave of unimaginable joy washed over me. We were in the moment, he and I, neither together nor apart. I squeezed his hands as yet another orgasm came and came again. My legs naturally folded up towards my body as I tensed my vaginal muscles, trying to milk every last drop of burning hot cum from his throbbing member. His body met mine and we kissed once more, only briefly, though that was all I needed. Every touch from his body felt like a tiny electric shock, pain coupled with pleasure that could bring a woman to life.

  And then, it was over- for him at least. I'll be feeling this one for days. The policeman moved onto his side and began teasing my nipples once more. I, on the other hand, lay back and revelled in the aftermath of it all. The comedown would last for hours, and I planned on enjoying every minute of it.

  The policeman was having none of it, however. He demanded more. We went at it twice more that night, three times in total. The third and final time, he had picked me up again and positioned me above his eagerly waiting cock, moving me up and down slowly at first and then faster as we approached climax. I felt so safe in his big strong arms, secure in the knowledge that he would never let go. It had not taken him long to discover that my neck and collar were both serious erogenous zones, easily excited just by a touch, and he had used that to full effect, licking, massaging and stroking every inch of my ear down to my breasts. The whole experience made 'Big D' seem like some inane waste of time.

  After hours of intense delight, the lovemaking came to a close. I snggled up close to my big man in uniform, only now noticing that he had never bothered to take his hat off. We kissed goodnight, softly this time, before drifting off into our own little dream worlds. I for one wondered how my imagination was ever going to be able to match up.

  IV

  The past week had been agony, ever since that fateful night spent with the man in uniform. My dear husband had barely even bothered to grace me with his presence during the day, never mind in the bedroom. 'I have fires that need fanning' or 'The sinners won't prod themselves with a red hot poker' he would say. 'And just what do I need to do for a prod with a red hot pecker?' I had once replied. The temperamental sod had just stalked off back to work. Like I said before, he never did like my jokes. For the God of all evil, Stanny could be such a grumpy bastard.

  Tonight, however, was different. We had just finished making love and it had been divine. Though it had taken some persistence, I had eventually convinced Stanny to role play with me. I had taken on the character of a housewife named Alison, a diminutive yet busty redhead as innocent as the day is long. Stanny was the recently widowed policeman who came to tell me of my husbands demise, only to find comfort in my arms, and in my pussy.

  “I have to hand it to you Tyra... You were right. This role playing idea of yours is, well, brilliant.” Stanny was positively purring. He was even calling me Tyra!

  “Well, maybe we can do it again next week,” I cooed, running my fingers down between his pecs and stroking those well defined abs I knew all to well. “I bet I can find us a couple of outfits!” I whispered, closing my suggestion with a wink.

  Stan sat up and looked at me apprehensively. “Wait a minute... You didn't... Did you?”

  “Of course not!” I gasped, trying to sound as indignant as possible. “I would never! You said so yourself. It is forbidden!” He never has to know.

  “Oh, right, of course. I'm sorry.”

  “I know you are. Now, if you don't mind...?” I pointed down beneath the sheets. Stan knew what he had to do. He dived beneath the covers as I settled in for a night of intense sexual stimulation.

  And that... Ooh... Ooh yes... Is how it's done!

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