He just sat there, staring across the Charles at the twinkling lights of Cambridge. I wanted him the second I laid eyes on him. I wanted him bad; I wanted him up my ass, stretching me open with his big cock. It was getting late, and soon it would be light. Either I got him now, or when the first train came through heading for Dorchester, I'd be on it.
I must have wanted it bad, because I leaned against a tree, and dropped the back of my jeans, completely exposing the cheeks of my ass. I glanced back, but he still seemed to be looking across the Charles. Harder, I thought. I'll have to work harder. I grabbed an ass cheek in each hand, and spread them, jutting my ass back a bit, to give him a look at my splayed crack. This time when I glanced back at him, he was staring at me.
I pulled one hand away long enough to suck it into my mouth, wetting my fingers, then returned it to my ass. I held myself open, and slowly worked a finger inside my quivering butt hole. I watched him, he was all eyes. A second finger joined the first, then a third.
He slowly, methodically opened his jeans, one button at a time, taunting me. I watched as he folded back the flaps of his fly, to form an open `v' and hauled out his cock. I continued working my fingers up my asshole, opening it for him, and praying he wanted it. I reached into my pocket, and pulled out some poppers, opening them, and holding them under my nose. Each hit took me higher, and each hit made me want him more.
He had spread his legs wide, and held what looked to be, in the dim light, a hugh upright cock. I wanted it. My fingers fucked my asshole, as I dreamed about his cock taking me from behind, raping me, making me, and my ass his property. When I finally lit up a joint, he got up, and came toward me.
Suddenly, I realized how I must look. I mean half my hand up my ass, a joint between my lips, I must have looked like the perfect whore. But he came closer, his big dick, throbbing in his hand. As he passed into a pool of light from one of the street lamps, I gasped, finally getting a good look at his steely meat. The head, flared and shiny, glistened with a thick ooze of precum. Oh God, I thought, I need that cock!
He took the joint away from me, and Bogarted it. "You've had enough," he whispered. I nodded, thinking, anything, please, anything you want, just fuck me. He finished the joint, and threw it into the river. It hissed as it hit the water. I took a blast of poppers, then he grabbed them from me, and shoved me toward a clump of bushes.
Secreted in the hedge, he grabbed me, and pulled me to him, kissing me. His lips were sweet with the taste of coffee and cigarettes. He pushed my hand away from my ass, and played his finger tips over the open pucker of my being. "Want that fucked, don't you?" He asked. "Yes," I whimpered, "please."
He took control, bending me over, and running his strong hands over the cheeks of my ass, kneading them. He spread me, and found the eye of my asshole. A finger quickly played across it. "What do you want," he growled.
"Your cock, sir. Please, I want to feel your cock inside me."
I could see, we weren't going to waste any time sucking cock. He was just going to give me what I needed, what he needed. The sun was slowly lightening on the horizon in the west, when he spit in his palm and laved the head of his dick. He held the poppers under my nose for a minute, forcing me to take repeated hits. I held each blast deep in my lungs, feeling myself soar higher and higher with each hit.
He nudged his cockhead against the muscle of my ass, and growled, "Bitch!" I opened as he spearheaded into me, feeling the quivering muscle unfurl around the rubbery head of his cock. He pushed in slowly, letting me experience every steely inch. When he finally hit bottom, he pulsed inside me, stretching me even more.
"I'm a cop," he whispered in my ear, the tip of his tongue playing over the cartilage ridge. I froze. He reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a badge, quickly flashing it before me. "You better be one of the best fucks I've ever had, or I'm running your candy ass in, baby. Got that?"
"Uhm-um," I hissed, panicking.
He shoved the poppers under my nose again, and started plowing my ass as soon as the amyl hit me. "Do a good job for me, babe, and I'll do you a favor." I was high, too high. My tensions faded away as he cock plied my clutching asshole. "Yeah," he groaned, slamming his cock, from head to base up my asshole. "Yeah...."
He fucked so hard, so good. He forced me down onto my hands and knees and fucked me, doggie style. Oh Jesus, the feel of his fat, stabbing into me was too much. Arrest me, I thought. It's worth it.
Pounding away, pounding away, he eventually forced me to the ground. I lay under him, letting him rape my ass. John Law fucking ass, and it wasn't the long arm of the law inside me. "Oh so good," I moaned. So good...."
He held me down, grinding his wiry bush against my ass. My gut was full of him, and I loved it. I felt watery inside like everything had melted around him. Each thrust made a quiet, wet, gush as he plied me with his nightstick of a cock. If he was a dirty cop, I was only too happy to be his partner in crime. I put out everything I had for him, letting him tell me what moves he liked and which he didn't. I laid under him, his collar and his slave.
The rhythmic slap of his thighs against the cheeks of my ass filled the early dawn air, along with his grunts, and my groans. The poppers stayed under my nostrils whenever he felt like giving me a little something extra, like gyrating his beefy hips to stir the cauldron of my gut. When he started punch fucking me, pulling his entire dick out, then slamming it home, I almost died with lust. No man had ever made me feel so weak before, no man had ever had the power that silver badge imparted.
On and on we went, fucking, groaning, grunting, and moaning. Suddenly, he froze, his body tense, and energized above me. He drove his hips home, spanking my ass with his thighs, and moaned. "Take it, baby. Take my hot, cop spunk. Yeah, I'm cumming...."
My ass went wild, cinching around him each time his big dick throbbed. It seemed to be growing, expanding, swelling to fill me like no man had ever done before. "Oh God," I grunted. "Give it to me, copper. Give me what I worked for, what I'm going to jail for. Give me your hot, cop cum."
I felt his hog give one more wild surge, then spew cop spunk inside me, each spurt hitting me harder than the last. "Oh God," I moaned as my dick throbbed, pulsing beneath me. "Oh God...."
I blew, dumping my load onto the rough dirt beneath me, shivering with each shot. He kept at me, fucking away like he hadn't even cum. His cum oozed up around is cock and seeped out down between my wide spread legs. Then we collapsed.
Reality dawned like the sun in the east. This was a cop, a policeman. I was in deep shit. He slowly pulled out of me, his still hard cock clearing the gap of my asshole with a quiet `pop'. "You going to run me in," I asked, looking back at him over my shoulder. "Yeah," he said, a feral grin on his face. "I'm gonna arrest you, try you, and punish you, but at my place. Can't trust the courts, you might get off on some technicality. Now get your shit together, we're going to my place for a little night court."