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DAVID 175

David the cop – Chapter eight

 

For a few moments at least, I was in ecstasy. I lay face down on his thighs with my face between his knees and my cock fucking his crotch. The hard surface my cock was sliding against was the top of his steaming, rigid cock, a thought that drove me into a frenzy of thrusting. Those thighs…oh those thighs crushed my dick so tenderly, and his big finger twirled and tickled inside my twitching hole while another hand warmed my butt. I could feel the nerves in my loins raging. I wrapped my arms around his thighs and squeezed, and then sobbed as I began to lose control. And just as I was about to spurt, he grabbed me under the arms, and lifted me off. At that moment, I would have done anything…anything to sink my cock between his thighs again.

David175I was desperate, breathless, and practically pre-orgasmically brain dead. He stood and pushed me, and we began walking. I looked up at him longingly. I wasn’t sure if he knew I hadn’t cum, and I was afraid to tell him. But I dared.

“I didn’t cum,” I whimpered. “You said—”

“So what,” he growled, and he pushed me again. I walked ahead of him until we came to the squad car. He guided me to the front of the car, stood me just in front of it to face it, and from behind me ordered, “Assume the position.”

I was confused. Even though I knew what the plan was, I denied it. It wasn’t going to happen. If it was, it wasn’t going to happen yet. I told myself that he still wanted to play with me. I still had time to plead, to run, to prepare.

A huge boot kicked my feet apart and I stood spread-legged before the car. And then he pushed me down on the hood. I heard his giant boots hit the ground forcefully as he spread his legs around mine.

“Noooo!” I panicked. I tried to turn around, to see him, to cry to him, to beg him, but he just pushed me down onto the hood again and again and again, and when I refused to stop trying, he placed one big paw between my shoulder blades and held me down. I begged, I cried, I said, “Okay! Okay! Okay, I’ll never do it again! Please! Don’t! DON’T!” I couldn’t move. My arms could flail helplessly, but my legs were trapped between his massive thighs, his hips were behind mine, and with every futile movement on my part, I felt the huge, rigid pole positioned right behind me, and my upper body was held firmly face down against the hood of the police car. I looked up, and I could see his reflection in the windshield. Horrified, I saw him use his free hand to stroke himself until his rod was a dripping, foot long ravager of vein-covered meat. I saw him use his hand to position it just behind my quivering hole, and then I felt the warm, wet tip burrow against me. I bucked once, too scared to cry, and then I felt the warm, furry mass that was his chest rest against my back. I was so trapped. The weight of him, and the solidity of him, the unyieldingness of him was astounding. I felt so tiny. So used.

I held my breath, because he seemed to be waiting. The huge, purple knob of his cock was pressing inexorably against the most tender, private, unprotected spot on my body, and he just stayed there, relishing the moment. I whimpered. Still, I hoped that my pleadings would save me. I begged. I cried. I promised that I would never spy on him again, but the sadistic son-of-a-bitch just held me down, pressing that drooling monster against my weakening hole. He was enjoying himself…making me wait, letting me appreciate the helplessness and the anticipation of what was coming. I pushed up against him. I tried to slip from beneath him. He let me try to escape…so that, by my own actions, his wet cockhead could rub against my hole and so that I could truly know how in control he was, and how helpless I was.

Suddenly, he pressed forward.

I clenched my buttocks together, which only served to grip the throbbing head of his meat, and allowed me to better feel the piston-like advancement. Trying to keep him out was a joke. Those buttocks, those thighs were like hydraulic presses. Once my hole gave in, it was one, quick dive forward, and he buried his sex meat in me until his pubes brushed against my trembling buttocks.

I sobbed. He was huge. He stretched me beyond what I thought was possible. I couldn’t believe how far into me he invaded. I felt his thrust all the way to my stomach. And then, to make sure that he was in all the way, he jabbed his hips forward again and again, just in case there might be an extra half inch he could skewer me with. And then he pulled out slowly. I heard him grunt as he executed a slow, controlled withdrawal. I gasped for breath as I felt the pole slipping out and then I felt my ass lips grip the head, and then he stopped. And then he rammed it all the way in again. He wasn’t satisfied that he had impaled me. No. He had to grind his hips against my buttocks. I was frantic. He let out a little moan of pleasure, and then the agonizingly slow withdrawal began again. I desperately wanted to feel that huge throbbing knob slip out, and he knew it. He pulled his hips back slowly until his head was halfway out, until with just a squeeze or a twist of my hips, I might extricate myself from it. It was slippery, and it was halfway out. I was almost free. I tried to push it out.

He swore in pleasure, and I could hear the smile in his voice. He began swaying his hips, twisting the slippery cockhead halfway in my hole. “Fuck that feels good,” he whispered, and he stood.

I tried to climb the hood of the car.

He sank his pole into me.

He slowly withdrew, almost completely again, and then held himself up by leaning on my back. Then, like a strip tease artist, he slowly swayed his hips, back and forth, side to side, while the throbbing head of his cock twisted just inside my spasming hole. He stood all the way up, and leaned into me again. I looked up at the windshield and saw him throw his head back. I heard him moan.

It went on and on. I thought it would be quick and painful, but it was torment of all kinds. Waiting for those giant thrusts into my guts. Feeling the meaty cock slowly being withdrawn and hoping that this time, he would pull out all the way. Seeing him in the windshield as he stood and arched his back, lifted his chest, the look on his face, even with those emotionless sunglasses hiding his eyes, that said that he was in ecstasy, that he was enjoying this.

He stood, now pounding his hips against me repeatedly. With each thrust, the veins on his rigid cock only served to enflame my ass lips as they slipped across. It made me crazy. I could hear the slapping of his hips against my butt, and I could feel the delicate kiss of his bull balls against mine as they swung forward with each thrust. His hands would caress my ass cheeks, which rippled with each thrust, and if I cried out or begged, he’d bring one of those huge hands down hard on my rump, and so I just curled my hands into fists, squeezed my eyes shut, and took it all, whimpering and gasping.

Whenever he’d get close to cumming, I heard his breathing sound desperate, and he’d stop with his fuck meat still inside me. I could feel it throbbing, jerking, so close to going off. I could feel his pulse. He’d wait until he was sure he wasn’t going to cum, and then the unmerciful ravishing would begin again. He was insatiable. He was a beast. He needed to fuck, and I was the excuse. Those muscular buttocks and thighs were unstoppable pile-drivers. I looked up again at the windshield and saw his reflection. He was sweaty. His mouth was open and his head was back. One hand brushed his chest while the other one drifted lazily across his abs. He moaned. He slammed into me faster…harder. I knew my hips would be bruised from the front of the car. He was tilting those muscle globes back and forth, his pelvis tilting with each savage thrust. My feet could practically be raised from the ground. The car supported my body, and the pulsing fuck poke actually lifted me with each thrust.

He fucked me more, bending down on top of me once again and bending me backwards by putting one huge hand across my mouth to silence me, and pulling back, and then as he reamed me with his cock, he bathed the back of my neck and shoulders with his tongue and hot breath. Suddenly, he let me fall onto the car again, and then he fought his own orgasm, swearing and growling and breathing hard. This time, when he withdrew, he pulled out all the way, and in relief I sobbed. He stepped back, and hesitantly I twisted around to face him. He was still close enough to keep my pinned leaning back on the hood of the car.

My god, I’ll never forget that sight. Huge, sweaty muscles, that hairy chest, that unbelievable piece of meat between his legs. His cock was swollen, rock-hard, and dripping copious amounts of pre-cum. The veins pulsed. Without even touching it, it jerked in rhythm with his heartbeat. He stroked it twice, then swore. He was so close.

“Lie down on the ground,” he said. “I’m not through with you yet.”

  

2004

 

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