Married cop [M] drop his load in my [F] office

I opened my phone to a text message from Brad last night. “I found a guy on the internet who offered to milk me and I’m halfway tempted to take him up on it.”

Brad (name changed) is a married cop, who has been messaging me on and off for years. Teasing me with the idea of meeting for coffee/bending me other the hood of his patrol car, and yet never actually pulling the figurative trigger.

While I’d written him off long ago as the quintessential tease, I still found myself intrigued by his dark, brooding nature and raw sexual energy, not to mention his beer can sized cock I saw in a photo some years back. He’s the kind of guy who revels in saying dirty, horrible things to me and then disappearing, which I’d grown to respect, knowing he was choosing to stay faithful. Normally I steer clear of married men, but I couldn’t resist playing his game.

“You’re switching teams on me, before I’ve even had the chance to fuck you?” I ask the former marine, as if the cop fantasy wasn’t enough.

“Let me come over,” he says.

Assuming he’s full of shit (per usual), I tell him he can’t come over but I have some work I need to finish at my office and he can meet me there.

“Really?” he responds, with an incredulous sort of tone.

“Calling your bluff, Officer,” I smile, waiting for him to retract.

But 30 minutes later I’m at my desk in my office, a small construction firm, with a few of my coworkers wrapping up a last minute project. It’s a blustery winter night in Northeast Ohio, and the roads are ugly.

Typing away on my keyboard, the architect checks in with me, “Hey lady, are you ready to head out? We should get going before the roads get too rough.”

I shake him off, “I’m gonna stay a bit longer, Tim, you go ahead. I’ll lock up, no worries.”

Tim looks at me quizzically, then shrugs. Zips up and heads out to the lot where I can now see Brad waiting in his car. I text, hands shaking a bit. As soon as Tim pulls out he’s clear to come to the door. I can hardly believe I’m getting to meet this man after so many years of playing the long con.

He comes to the door in a parka; sexy, bearded, built, tall, so obviously a cop even in street clothes. He takes a look around the office, serious as fuck, checking for nonexistent bad guys and nods at me.

“Hi,” I say, “can I get a hug at least?” He laughs then, as if remembering to be human.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” I say. “Never done anything like this at work before…”

He gives me a wry smile, and says, “I’ve never done anything like this at your work either.” I take him into my office, which is open to the rest of the floor, and seize the opportunity for a kiss. It’s strong and knowing and dominant, with a little bite to it. I’m tingling with anticipation.

I keep looking over at the main door, realizing that Tim or Joe or any of the other guys could decide to return at any moment. Maybe they “forgot” something that would cause them to pop in. I’d have approximately 10 seconds to rectify whatever scandalous condition we were in before we were seen, let alone come up with an explanation for what Brad was doing in the office after hours.

At this point, however, with the big burly cop pressing against me, I truly do not give a fuck. Who knows…maybe Tim wants to watch.

I push Brad into the “client chair” in my office where I normally negotiate deals, but not on my knees. I find a drop cloth one of the guys left behind and drop it to the floor to support myself, figuring I’d be down there for awhile.

Brad is kissing me and squeezing my tits over my bra, and moaning like a man starved for attention. He hasn’t had sex in over a year, nursing his wife through a challenging pregnancy. And of course, like most wives, she hasn’t concerned herself with his sexual needs, leaving me to attend to the task.

“Do I finally get to see it?” I ask, looking up at him. I’m at least ten years his senior, yet feel every bit the little girl, waiting to unwrap a Christmas present I’ve waited for all year. I guess this is gonna land me on the naughty list. Again.

He unzips his fly and tries to extricate his giant cock past his shorts and through the zipper. I sit back on my ass, and try not to laugh at this rookie move. Is he shy? Unsure.

“No way, buddy,” I say. “Drop these pants.”

He chuckles to himself, and nods. “Ok, I just didn’t want to freak you out.” I look up at him, as he pulls his holstered piece out and sets it on the chair next to me.

“I wondered about that,” I say nervously, secretly turned on by a man with a gun. He takes his pants down to his knees and sits back down to let me do my job.

His cock is big and beautiful. I feel like I’m going to be sitting in a pool of my own wetness.

I grasp it in my hand, and he leans back and moans. I bring it closer and closer to my tongue, while he watches, waiting to feel the lips he’s jerked off to so many times. I tease him, licking the head for a second then pulling away, knowing he wants to ram this pole down my throat as hard as he can. But that’s not gonna happen, Officer. I’m the boss now.

I slide my hand up and down the shaft and finally take the head between my lips, sucking him in with force, knowing he hasn’t gotten his dick wet in so long. He’s fully hard now and I can’t open wide enough to accommodate him more than a couple inches. I go as far as I can, gagging on him over and over which he is clearly enjoying.

“God, that’s so hot,” he tells me, putting his hand behind my head trying to guide me. I spit on him, and feel my lips getting sore as I squeeze him tighter and tighter.

He pulls my double Ds out of my bra and lifts my shirt, sliding his thick cock between them. I start jerking him with my left hand, something I practice, so then I can really start stroking hard with my dominant hand.

He is slick with my spit, and starts telling me to go harder. I switch hands and look over at the barrel of his gun, knowing he could end my life in an instant. (And this turns me on, apparently?) I shake his shaft, banging it against my tits, and stare at his face trying to remember every detail of the way he looks at this moment. You don’t really know someone until you make them cum.

On my knees in front of this horny married daddy, this big beefy cop, this badass former marine, writhing and moaning for me in the middle of my office, I can’t fucking take it.

I want to drop my jeans and climb on top of him, when he seems to read my mind. “God, I want to fuck you so hard,” he says.

I know he’s getting close and I just want his load in me and on me. I want to satisfy him. I want to make everything he’s ever said to me real. Arrest me. Detain me. Imprison me. I am your dirty fucking milf slut, Officer Brad. Do your worst.

He warns me he’s coming and before I can get my mouth down he blows his load all over my tits.

I stand up and look for paper towels. (Pro tip: Kleenex sticks to cum on your dick. No bueno.) I mop up and get him cleaned up as well. “Damn,” he says, “That’s the first time I’ve come with anyone but my wife in years.”

I smile as he puts his cock and his gun back where they belong. Kiss him goodbye and send him home smelling like spit and cum, laced with my perfume. I wonder if he gets right in the shower at home, or if he wants the scent to linger as long as possible.

As I watch him pull away, I wonder if he’ll have an attack of morality on his drive back, or if there will be a next time. If there is a next time, I better be getting bent over my desk in handcuffs.

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