This story is true to the best of my knowledge. It is one that my wife, Tonya, has told me many times over the years and never fails to get me off.
Tonya was a cheerleader in high school and maintained her cheerleader body of thick muscular thighs and ass with a tiny waist, never going over 110 pounds, until she was 40. She also started working the over night shift at a local diner on weekends from when she was 16 until she graduated college. This story takes place during her time at the diner, around 30 years ago.
It was the Sunday night of a hot, southern, Labor Day weekend. Tonya was the lone waitress in the diner with one cook in the back. About 2 a.m. the diner was empty when a group of drunk rednecks came in to eat. Before they even ordered, they started to fight out and the cops were called. The first officer to arrive was Armstrong. Armstrong was short, maybe 5’6”, and stocky with a reputation around for being a sadistic asshole that liked to beat people up. He was known to everyone simply as Armstrong or “Armstrong the asshole.” He was probably around 30 at the time and married but also had a reputation for fucking anything that would hold still. Armstrong came in swinging his night stick and quickly took over the scene. Watching him completely dominate the other men and boss the other cops around immediately made Tonya’s panties wet. Suddenly, Armstrong was the hottest man she had ever seen.
After everything was calmed down, Armstrong stayed around to chatted her up until he got another call. Before he left, he told her he would be back when her shift ended at 7 a.m. and they would go get coffee. It wasn’t a request and didn’t make any sense since this was the place to get coffee. There was no “Do you want to grab a cup of coffee?” It was an order. This got Tonya’s young body even more aroused.
Sure enough, when 7 a.m. rolled around, Armstrong was waiting in his car outside the diner. As she walked out, he pulled up beside her and rolled the passenger side window down.
“Get in,” he ordered.
Without thinking she did what she was told, taking a seat in the front of his patrol car. He tore out of the parking lot and sped straight to a cheap hotel near the city limits. He drove to the back, away from the street, and parked. Getting out, he quickly went to the passenger side and opened the door.
“Let’s go,” he commanded.
When she didn’t immediately comply he said, “Look, if you don’t want to do this, just say so, and I will take you back to your car. If you do, you need to move your ass.”.
Almost in a trance, Tonya got out and stood meekly, her head bowed, while he closed the door. Taking her hand, he led her up the stairs towards the second floor. Half way up, at the landing, he stopped and pulled her into him. Grabbing her hair (this instantly makes her soak her panties) with one hand, he pulled her in and kissed her so hard he bruised her lips. When she pushed against him, he brazenly shoved his other hand down the front of her stretch pants to stroke her clit.
Breaking the kiss, he led her to a room that he obviously had already arranged. As soon as they were inside, he was pulling her shirt and bra off so he could get his hands on her perky young tits. He cruelly twisted her nipples, taking her to the point of crying out before stopping. Then he once again he grabbed her by the hair but, instead of kissing her, he pulled her head back.
“On your knees,” he ordered, in the same domineering voice he had probably used with countless other people on the streets.
He guided her to her knees, keeping his hand entwined in her hair. Then, still wearing his duty belt, he pulled his already hard (she described it as disappointingly average) cock out. He smacked her in the face a couple of times before ordering her to suck it.
No stranger to blow jobs, Tonya began to lick his tip and shaft. Armstrong tolerated this for a few minutes before he grabbed her head and began to fuck her mouth. He was just long enough to reach her gag reflex and seemed to deliberately trying to make her puke as he drove into her mouth.
Eventually, he tired of her mouth and pulled away. He ordered her to strip and get on the bed then started removing his uniform. By the time he was naked, Tonya was sitting on the edge of the bed, nervously trying to cover her tits and hide her bush. When he got to her, he quickly grabbed her legs and flipped her onto her back. He forced her legs apart then lined himself up with her pussy. Using one hand, he rubbed his tip against her pussy lips, using her grool as lube, and then slid into her. When their pubes were fully enmeshed he paused then, suddenly, he started to jackhammer into her with short, hard, fast strokes. At one point, he adjusted her hips so that the head of his cock was hammering into her g-spot. This new sensation caught her by surprise and when her first orgasm hit, she squirted and thought she had peed on him. Seeing her squirt he redoubled his efforts, sending her into orbit and while she soaked the bedspread. He kept this pace up for about 3 minutes before burying himself into her and cumming with a series of grunts. When he finished, he pulled out and collapsed beside her.
Tonya lay beside him, her legs still open and his cum leaking over her asshole, feeling used but extremely turned on. They lay there in silence for a while then Tonya got up, grabbed her clothes, and went to the bathroom. By the time she had peed and dressed, Armstrong was dressed and snapping his gun belt on. He went to the door and turned towards her. When she got close enough, he leaned down and kissed her with surprising tenderness before opening the door.
Neither one of them spoke for the short ride back to the diner. He pulled up to her car and sped off as soon as she got out. Tonya drove home trying to make sense of her conflicted emotions. Even though she had enjoyed the pounding he had given her, had had several orgasms and squirted for the first time, she somehow felt use. Other than that last kiss, there had been none of the tenderness she had experienced with her previous boyfriends. This had been raw, animal lust. Her first pump and dump.
Tonya showered and rinsed the cum out of her panties when she got home. She didn’t want her mom to find them if she did the laundry. When she woke up that afternoon, Tonya found her labia and inner thighs bruised and sore from the fucking she had received. Despite her achy pussy, she was horny again and rubbed her clit to another orgasm as she relived the experience of that morning.
There is a second part to this story that I will post at a later date.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ddfv06/hotwifes_hot_past_the_cop_part_1_mf