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DAVID 156
David the Cop — CHAPTER FIVE
He bent over and pushed his shoulder into my belly. Before I knew it, I was draped over his shoulder, my arms flailing. In an effort to steady myself, I grabbed the huge expanse that was his back and looked down at the top of his buttocks. As he walked, they flexed and danced. I was mesmerized by the sight, and the feeling of being carried by him was not unpleasant. I asked where he was taking me. He told me to shut up.
But we went down a side alley, all the way to the end where I could see another street. But in this section, there was little light. It was so black and lifeless and terribly remote. He could do anything to me here, and nobody would hear my screams. I had a flash of what was to come…maybe: Me on my belly, speared with that massive rod, his hips grinding and grinding into me, while his sweaty, hairy chest nuzzled my back, and his big paw clamped over my mouth to stifle my frightened screams.
He threw me down onto the ground and told me to kneel. I did. I looked up at him forlornly as he stroked his dick. Even through those dark, mirrored glasses, I could tell he was looking at me, and there was nothing to hide the sneer coming from that grim, slash of a mouth.
“I can make you feel good,” I said meekly, referring to the episode a few minutes ago. He had lost control while I tickled behind his balls and sucked his cock. He just stood there, looking at me. “I-I know what to do,” I said. He said nothing. He just raised the other hand and stroked his chest. “You’re not gonna hurt me, are—”
“Shut up,” he growled. He was angry, and I sensed that it was because I had stumbled upon his hot spots. He was in control, but not total control. “You wanna get it on?” he asked. “Huh?”
I nodded. “Yes, b-but please don’t fuck me. I’m sorry I—”
“I’ll fuck you if I want to fuck you.”
I collapsed into a kneeling ball, afraid again. How I wished I hadn’t got caught looking tonight. I knew I didn’t have the will power to stay away, even after tonight. I had to see him. I had to watch him. I had to feast my eyes on his every move and curve, and then go home and pretend he was letting me run my hands and rub my cock all over him. I fantasized that he was a gentle giant, taking me in his arms, but all that was gone now. Now, all I could hope for was that he wouldn’t hurt me or use my tender ass to satisfy his dripping fuckpole. I looked up at him again, and begged him not to hurt me. I asked him what he wanted me to do.
He answered by stepping right up to me and jabbing his cock in my face, and then he grabbed me by the hair and thrust his hips forward until the hot, veiny rod was pressed against my face and forehead. His balls hung beneath my chin. I was startled and I let out a little yelp because he had such a tight grip on my hair. He held me like that for a few seconds. I swear I could hear my heart beating in my throat, and I didn’t know what to do with my hands.
“Lemme feel you lick,” he said.
I licked the base of his staff, lapping like a dog drinking water. He spread his legs and stepped forward, bending me backwards and standing directly over me. He still had a steel grip on my hair, and he held my head between his gargantuan thighs until his balls were on my mouth.
“Lick,” he said.
I licked them. I feasted on them. I stuck my tongue way out and dragged it back across the bottom of his balls. Again, I heard him swear under his breath.
“More,” he said.
My hands were resting uselessly on his shins. I closed my eyes and became a licking fiend. I felt him shudder. It was the friction he liked. The lolling, wet swirls of my tongue felt good, but the long, broad strokes back into my mouth sent him trembling.
“More,” he ordered.
I opened my eyes. I could feel the warmth of his huge rod against my forehead. I found myself wanting it. It had been shoved down my throat a few minutes ago, and he had moved my head up and down, using my spasming mouth and throat as a wet, hot, gripping receptacle for his massive, insatiable sex meat. There were horrible moments when I was choking and about to pass out, and that’s why it seemed so surprising that I wanted it again. I was hungry for that rigid pole, and its warmth, and its smell, and the way the head filled my mouth.
He stepped forward, and bent me backwards more. To keep my balance, and to keep his grip on my hair from being the only thing that held me up, I wrapped my arms around the backs of his titanic thighs. He let go of my hair. I was looking straight up at him, at the bottom of his hairy pecs, those huge hanging slabs of muscle adorned with those beckoning nipples. And between my face and his pecs, just two inches from my eyes, was the implacable staff of manhood, bobbing as he gently rocked his hips.
“Lick!”
I licked. I licked and loved those balls. I wanted to take them into my mouth. I gripped those thighs as though my life depended on it.
“Lick!”
I licked faster.
“The sides too.”
I shoved my tongue along the sides of his nuts, digging deep into the crevasse until I hit the base of his balls, and then I wiggled the tip of my tongue along the joining of ball sack and thigh.
“Oh shit!” His knees buckled. His breathing faltered. “W-where’d you learn to do that?”
I did it more.
He let out a little groan.
I moved to the back of his balls. His hands were in fists. He told me to stop. I didn’t. I licked faster. I made noise.
“Stop!”
I ignored him. It was absolute ecstasy to see him lose control. To feel him shuddering, to hear his breathing getting faster and faster, to see his cock rock hard and pointing skyward, swollen, throbbing, waiting for release.
“I said stop!”
I swirled my tongue further backwards. I licked from side to side. I stroked and wet the sides of his balls and bathed his perineum with my slobbering tongue.
He gasped and yelped, and then, to stop me, he slammed his thighs together and enveloped my head in muscle. I was in ecstasy, caught between those thighs, grabbing onto them with his butt within reach, his nuts against my face, and my tongue held at bay, not by him, but by me…for a moment…until he caught his breath again. And then I would drive him insane.
2004
STORY CONTINUES AT DAVID 161