Cops
Bad boy. Bad boy. What ya gonna do when they come for you?
It was my birthday and, in general, it was no big deal to me. However, all morning, there was this little voice, deep inside my psyche, squealing, “It’s my birthday!” It was not a big one, just 43, not like 30, 40 or 50. To celebrate, my live-in girlfriend was going to get Chinese takeout from my favorite Chinese restaurant. She wasn’t one to do much cooking. It wasn’t her cooking that made me love her. It was her thoughtful, kind nature and her love for sex.
My girlfriend went to work in the morning. She was an accountant and had an office about a 30 minute drive from home. I worked from home. Unless we had company staying with us, my days were usually spent alone. This was one of those alone days.
I love to be nude and, many days, like this one, I worked all day completely naked. It wasn’t, necessarily, an erotic thing for me but, that day, it was. I was all horned up and concentration on work was difficult.
I kept getting distracted. It was quite unusual but, this day, my self control was almost non-existent. I’d be working away and I would feel my dick getting hard. It had a mind of its own. While admonishing myself for taking time away from work, I’d bring up my favorite porn website and stroke for 10 minutes, or so. Then, I’d end my moment of self-indulgence and force myself back to work. I did this 3 times in a 3 hour period.
The third time that happened, after pleasuring myself for a bit. I closed my web browser. I didn’t want to cum. I was saving it for tonight. I thought my girlfriend might give me a sexual birthday present.
I walked into the kitchen, my persistent boner bobbled up and down with each stride. It just felt good. I grabbed a mug from the cupboard and positioned it under the coffee maker. As my coffee brewed, I looked out the window into the back yard. It was a very pleasant day, warm but not hot. Heck, I decided to take a break outside.
My yard was fenced and private. I stepped outside, still nude and continuing to enjoy my stiffness. It was the most delicious feeling, to be hard as I strolled around outside. I could feel the warmth of the sun and a soft breeze caressing my body and, especially, my hyper sensitive erection. Life was good. I admired my garden that I had worked on last weekend. It was looking good. I noticed I’d left a rake out. I thought I would put it away but was looking at my hydrangeas as I reached for it and, accidentally, knocked it down. It made a loud clatter as it hit a stone path that led to the garden shed. I picked it up.
I was startled by a woman’s voice, “Hello!” It was my neighbor, looking over our five foot high fence. My girlfriend and I had gone to a neighborhood barbecue at her house a couple of months ago. I made the mistake of telling her I was a nudist. Unexpectedly, she took more than a casual interest. She was divorced and it became obvious that her sexual needs were going unsatisfied. She told me that I was very handsome. She asked me when I engaged in my naturalism, where, how often. Did I do it at home? Did I ever do it in my backyard? She was very inquisitive and I tried to be polite but vague. Since then, several times, I’ve seen her peeking over the fence. Well, she finally caught me, nude and with a boner, that began to slowly subside, as she peered over the fence, appraising my manhood.
She was taking it all in. She said, “It is such a lovely day. Wow, look at that. Your garden is beautiful. Everything in it is blooming and looks so healthy and robust.” She said that while staring at my cock, the entire time, and it really began to excite me. My dick reversed course and began to harden again. She was a beautiful woman but I really didn’t want to have sex with her and I was nervous about her intentions. My girlfriend and I had a semi open relationship but it was not a good idea to make it open to a next door neighbor, not enough distance.
Regardless of my reservations, I was standing, facing her, with a rock hard boner, pointed directly at her. I told her to have a nice day and turned to make my way back into the house. With a slight urgency in her voice, “Don’t go. I only need 5 more minutes of your time. Oh, please!” I stopped, wondering, what she meant by that? Breathing deeply, “Please just stand there. It won’t take me long.” I realized she was masturbating. Unseen by me, on the other side of the fence, she was trying to reach orgasm. Looking at me had gotten her so horned up that she wanted to cum. How would I handle this? “Please,” she whispered.
To tell the truth, I was flattered and incredibly turned on. I said, nonchalantly, “Okay, I’ve got 10 or 15 minutes to spare before I have to get back to work.” I dropped the rake, letting it fall onto the lawn. I faced her and looked into her eyes. I put my hands on my hips. Let her look. She breathed more heavily, now, and there was a slow rhythm to it. I flexed that cock muscle that made it bounce up and down and, also, sent precum to the head of my cock. I looked down and saw it beading up at my cum slit. She sucked in a quick breath. She liked that. Hands still on my hips, I continued to flex my cock and more precum leaked, dripping and hanging off the tip of my cock. I moved my hips from side to side, making my dick wag and precum flew off its tip. It felt damned good. I reached up and ran my fingers through my chest hair. Women usually liked that. She did. Her breathing intensified. I encircled the base of my cock and milked out another big drip that hung there, glistening in the sun. She started moaning. Then, she gasped and moaned like she was having a hysterical fit. It was an incredibly intense orgasm. Her eyes were watering. As she collected her composure, she looked at me with smiling gratitude. After a minute, she said, “We’ll have to do another barbecue soon. Thank you for sharing part of your day with me. I can’t tell how much I enjoy seeing you.” I smiled, nodded and replied, “I enjoyed being seen.” She turned and left.
I picked up the rake, walked to the shed and put it away. My dick softened as I walked back into the house. That was hot but I wondered if there would be negative consequences.
I got back to work and was more focused than in the morning but about 3:30 PM, my dick must have realized it was close to quitting time and began to stir. I thought about the episode with the neighbor and, soon, my little man was standing at attention. The phone rang, it was my girlfriend. I absentmindedly stroked myself as we talked. She said she was going to stop at the grocery store, after work. Then, she would pick up the Chinese food. She would be home in 3 hours, maybe 3 1/2 hours from then.
I brought up my favorite porn site again,
one last time for the day. I watched a 10 minute video that I’ve watched many, many times. I loved the tits on this dominatrix, who ties up this guy, abuses him and edges him until he begs to cum. Once he cums, and he cums buckets, she continues stimulating him until, he begs for her to stop. Hot….very hot. Whenever I need to get off quickly, this one always does the trick. IN fact, it was hard for me to watch it and not cum but, that day, I was saving my load for later.
There was a knock on the door. I started looking for my robe but it wasn’t where I thought it was. The knock turned into pounding on the door. I was nude and still about 3/4 hard. Pounding again. I cracked the door open, bent at the waist, keeping the lower half of my body out of sight. Crap! It was two police officers!
The female officer stepped forward, trying to see into my house. She was almost my height, big girl but, big in all the right places, very attractive. She said, “Sir, I’m Officer Margaret O’Malley and this is Officer Stephen Ryan. I’m sorry to disturb you but we received a 911 call from these premises. It was a woman who said she was being held against her will.” I was shocked, “I’m the only one here. There must be a mistake.” She insisted, “Sir, we are required to investigate. You must allow us in.” I said I had to find my robe and that I would return momentarily. As I started to close the door, Officer Ryan, a young guy, about 6’2”, shoved the door all the way open. The door hit my shoulder and forced me back 4 or 5 steps. They both rushed in. The female pushed me up against the wall. She pressed her forearm to my throat to keep me from escaping. I had no intention of trying to escape. The male put handcuffs on me. What the hell.
The female closed the door and said, “Keep him here while I check out the rest of the house.” As she went from room to room, she called out, “Clear!” What is this, ‘Miami Vice’?, I thought. I couldn’t believe this was happening.
By the sound of her movements, I could tell she was in our bedroom. I heard the sound of drawers opening. What the hell is she looking for? She called out, “Bring him back here!”
He grabbed my arm and walked me into the bedroom, where she stood, looking at me and shaking a little bag of white powder. “What’s that?”, I asked. That’s what I’d like to know,” she replied. “That’s not mine!”, I implored her to believe me. She shook her head, “You would never believe how many times I’ve heard that one.” She walked over to my nightstand and opened the drawer. The only things I kept in there were lube and my dildo. I was mortified. She pulled out the imitation phallus and said, “Is this yours, Sir?” I muttered yes and she chuckled. She tossed it on the bed.
She looked me up and down and asked, “Why are you naked?” I told her that I am most comfortable being naked, when I am home. “ I see,” she said. My hands were handcuffed in front of me and I moved my hands to cover my genitalia. She said, “We’re going to cut you some slack. There is, obviously, no woman in distress here. We’ll take this little baggie away with us but we need to make sure that you understand what will happen to you if we ever find another baggie on you, in the future. You would go to prison and a good looking man like you would be every tough guy’s bitch. Do you understand what that means?” “Yes, Mam,” I whined. “I’m not sure you do.” She looked at her male partner and said, “Let’s show him.” She got right in my face, “I don’t want to hear a fucking peep out of you, not a word. Until I tell you to speak, shut the hell up. If you do speak, before I give you permission, we are taking you in.” She sounded absolutely serious.
She said, “The first thing that will happen in prison is that the guards will search you. Raise your hands. Reach for the ceiling.” I did as instructed. She and the male officer looked me over. She pressed down on my chin to open my mouth. I complied. She looked inside. She reached up and I felt her hands sliding down my arms, pausing at my pits. Then on to my chest. She was feeling my chest, running her fingers through my chest hair. “I don’t know if your cell mate will like hairy chests but I love them. Maybe that’s why I don’t want to take you in.” She pinched my nipples. What was going on here? She licked my chest, rubbing her face in my fur. She sucked on my left nipple and then on my right. While she continued licking my chest, she reached down and gripped my dick. Ryan stood there with zero expression on his face, watching. I didn’t want to. I was trying to keep it from happening but I was getting wood. I hated it but she was getting me excited. When I was 100% rock hard, she stopped and stepped back.
She unbuttoned her shirt and took it off. Then, she removed her bra. “You won’t be seeing tits in prison.” I was still standing there with my hands in the air. She was looking at my hard cock. She knelt in front of me. She took my cock between her breasts, “You won’t be fucking titties in prison, either.” I felt her beautiful tits squeezing and rubbing my cock. I was scared shitless and so turned on, at the same time. I loved the sight of her breasts, full and perfect. Her nipples were awesome. She stood up and rubbed her breasts against my chest. She was enjoying my hair again. She leaned against me and pressed her breasts against me. They felt good. She stepped back again. I reveled in the sight of her breasts. She squeezed them, while looking at my body. She said to Ryan, “Handcuff him behind his back.” He reached up and took hold of the cuffs, pulled them, along with my hands, down. He unlocked the one on my right wrist. He turned me around and cuffed my hands behind my back. Each time I looked at him, there was no emotion, whatsoever, in his expression. He was a stoic soldier, performing his duty, regardless of the inappropriate behavior of his partner. He did whatever she ordered him to do.
I felt even more vulnerable with my hands behind my back. She removed her belt, her shoes, pants and her panties. She stood in front of me, nude. She was incredible, an Amazon queen that I saw in some video game, come to life. Her body looked like it was a drawing. It was that flawless. She said, “You won’t get blowjobs in prison, at least ones that don’t come with beard burn.” She stepped closer to me, slowly, closer, until the head of my cock was poking her stomach. She gently pushed against my poking cock. I hoped she would not push too hard, while my cock was at this angle but, this, just like this, felt fantastic. She looked into my eyes, her expression wasn’t loving. It was confident, hard and lust filled. She petted my hairy chest, like I was her animal, like I belonged to her. She licked my chest, again, and rubbed her face against it, obviously, delighting in my hairy-ness. She gave my right nipple a quick flick of her tongue and lowered herself down to her knees.
She licked the head of my cock with the very tip of her tongue. I flexed that dick muscle that made it throb and sent precum out. She licked the clear sticky liquid off. A silver strand ran from my cock to her tongue. She let it hang between us. She paused, held herself still to study it. She sucked it into her mouth, with a slurp, as she moved back down to my cock. She took the head of my cock into her mouth, only the head, and her mouth felt warm. I felt her exploring the shape of my head with her tongue and lips. Then, there was a change in her manner. Instead of acquainting herself with my cock, she began worshipping it. She moaned and started working her mouth down my shaft, back to my head and taking my cock deeper into her mouth. She moved slowly and gently. She wasn’t merely sucking my dick, she was tasting it, feeling it, experiencing it, any way she could. No one had ever made my dick feel so good. The word amazing kept repeating in my head. I never felt any thing so amazing. She changed her attitude, again. She sped up her rhythm and she was taking my cock more deeply into her mouth. I was hitting the back of her throat. She grabbed me on either side, by my hips and slowly and deliberately pulled me into her face. My head hit the back of her throat. She pulled me closer and I felt my dick slide down her throat. She pushed me back and pulled me forward to fuck her throat, to start a new rhythm, one that she would let me control. She removed her hands from me and, with my hands still cuffed behind me, I began to fuck her throat. I fucked slowly, then faster, and always deep. I shoved it all the way in. Her face was buried in my pubes, and I held it there. Fuck, it felt good. There was no gagging, not even a sign of gagging. She was, in deed, amazing. I felt like it wouldn’t take much more to make me cum. She abruptly stopped and stood up.
“You won’t be eating pussy in prison. You might suck a dick, every once in a while, whether you want to or not. But, pussy, that’s unavailable.” She sat on the foot of the bed. “Kneel down here,” she said indicating the floor, right between her knees which were spread wide, exposing her pretty pink pussy. I stepped forward and Officer Ryan grabbed my arm, walked me to the place that had been indicated and forced me to my knees. I was staring directly at her pussy, with Officer Ryan kneeling next to me. He put his hand on the back of my neck and guided my mouth toward her sweet pink. I really needed no encouragement. I’m going to make Officer Margaret O’Malley scream with pleasure. With Ryan within inches of me and with his hand still on my neck, I made love to her. I licked. I sucked. I nibbled. I used my tongue, expertly. Her moaning and rapid breathing guided my activity and intensity. The more she responded to the pleasure, the more I understood how to pleasure her. My lips massaged. My tongue alternated between penetrating and flicking. Her moans became louder. She began to move into it, pushing her pussy harder against your mouth. I stuck my tongue into her. Then, I worked her clit. She got louder and louder, until her entire body shuddered. She gasped for air. Intense. I gently licked. Ryan pulled me away from her, leaving me still on my knees. She regained her calm and control. She looked at me. She said, “It would be a shame if you went to prison and the women of the world missed out on those skills.” I thought this ordeal or adventure or hot encounter or whatever it was, was about over.
“I showed you all of the nice things you would give up, if you were in prison. Now, you need to learn about being your cell mate’s bitch. Officer Ryan, we need your assistance with the next lesson.” I was still kneeling on the floor, my hands secured behind my back. She knelt down next to me and grabbed me by the back of my neck. I was beginning to freak out but I remained silent, afraid to say a word. She said, “You will do it good, like your life depends on it because it does.” Ryan stepped in front of me. He just stood there, looking down at me, for a full minute, maybe two minutes. It could have been even longer. I’m not sure. During those agonizing minutes, the bulge in his pants kept getting bigger. I was watching this man’s dick become erect, before my eyes. He reached down to my chin and lifted my gaze, until we made eye contact. He smiled for the very first time, the first time he showed any feeling at all. He said in a low baritone voice, “You have an awfully pretty mouth, man. I’m going to enjoy it.” He removed his hand and I looked back down at his crotch.
Ryan made a show of unzipping his fly, slowly and with deliberate intention. He reached into his pants and pulled out a rock hard 7 incher, with above average girth. Not as big as I feared but not nearly as small as I’d hoped. He held his cock with one hand and reached back into his pants to pull out his balls. His balls were huge! He put his hand on the back of my head, holding me still. He proceeded, thoughtfully, taking his teaching goals seriously, “You are my bitch. Your mouth and your ass belong to me. I can use you anyway I want. Personally, I like to start out slow before I pound you like a jack hammer. Honestly, I always recommend getting your cell mate off with a blowjob. It’s usually gentler than getting your ass plowed. So, Sweet Lips, suck my dick as best you can. Save your ass from me tearing it up.” My mouth was tightly closed. He rubbed the head of hid dick on my lips. I could feel the wetness of his precum. “Open up, Boy. Let’s make this as gentle as possible. Don’t get yourself beat up and fucked raw anyways. Just take the head into your mouth.” He press his cock to my lips harder. I opened my mouth and his head slid in. “Yeah, that’s it. Now, do to mine what O’Malley did to yours. Start working, boy.” I did not respond to his instructions. He pulled his cock out of my mouth. He slapped me. Not hard enough to hurt me but hard enough to let me know that he could hurt me, if he chose to do so. I glanced over at O’Malley. She was sitting on my bed watching us and masturbating with my dildo. He took off his belt, walked to the straight back chair in the corner of the room, dropped his pants and underwear down to his ankles and sat. He pointed to his dick and said, “It ain’t going to suck itself, Bitch “.
O’Malley stood up and drug me into position. She got in my face again, “Suck or we’re taking you into the station, now. Besides Ryan is really a nice guy. He doesn’t want to hurt you. He probably wants you to actually enjoy sucking his dick. Your lucky he’s the one giving you this particular lesson. Put some effort into this and he’ll be gentle, I promise.” Ryan’s hairy muscular legs were spread wide open, welcoming me to service him. His dick looked bigger than before, somehow thicker. Was that possible? I haven’t had an erection since he began standing in front of me. I didn’t want to suck cock.
Ryan said to O’Malley, “Uncuff him. He needs help with this. Let me help him.” She got the key and uncuffed him. She also picked up a night stick, in case I got obstinate. My hands were free now. Ryan told me to take it slow. “Wrap your hand around my dick. Feel it. Feel another man’s cock. Feel how hard I am, give me a gentle squeeze. Yeah, that’s good. Now, a nice, gentle and slow stroke. That feels good. See, O’Malley, he’s going to do all right.” I didn’t get it but, my dick was getting hard. When I felt how hard Ryan’s cock was, mine started responding in kind. Like O’Malley explored the head of my cock with her mouth and tongue, I began exploring his cock with my eyes and hands. His dick was beautiful; circumcised, straight, well proportioned, thick. I was actually beginning to enjoy this strange situation. Ryan said, “Just lick it. Lick the shaft, first. Yeah! Get into it. See that’s not so bad, is it? Good Boy.”
I took his enormous balls in my hand. I couldn’t get over their size and weight. His dick was about the same size as mine, maybe thicker but mine is on the thick side, too. The contrast between us was our balls. Feeling his balls felt differently from feeling my own normal sized ones. I was fascinated with their heaviness in my hand. I licked them. I rubbed my face on them. I’d never had sex with a guy before, nothing beyond comparing dick size or laughing about our spontaneous erections, when I was an adolescent. The idea of homosexual sex never made me feel disgust but it never excited me, either. I was surprising myself: My dick was fully hard because I was touching another man. I took one of his balls into my mouth and it filled my entire mouth. There was no way I would get both in. I thought about what Ryan was feeling and began licking his scrotum and sucking one nut into my mouth, giving it a gentle tug and, then, doing the same to his other one. I realized I wanted to make him feel good. I wanted to get Ryan’s rocks off.
I licked from his nuts, up the underside of his shaft to his head. Precum oozed out and dripped down his shaft. Without thinking about it, I caught that drip with my tongue, like I would have caught the drip from a melting ice cream cone. I wanted to taste him. He encouraged me, “That’s right, appreciate my cock. I’m sharing it with you. It’s okay for you to enjoy it. You know what feels good on your dick. Just do that to mine.” I took the head of his cock in my mouth. I did to him what O’Malley did to me because I wanted Ryan to feel that good but, unlike O’Malley, I wanted Ryan to cum. I wanted him to cum like a mother fucker. I wanted him to pass out from the intensity. I’ve always been competitive. I guessed this was no different. I strived for excellence.
I began taking more of his cock, deeper into my mouth, tasting him. I was making love to his dick and to him. His moaning let me know that I was doing it right. Ryan was gentle, letting me control his blowjob, no pushing my head down on it, no face fucking. While sucking him, I looked up at his face. He was looking down, watching me, as I did whatever I thought would give him pleasure.
He was a kind and supportive blowjob mentor, “I love watching you make love to my cock. You are doing much better than I thought a cock sucker virgin could. So good, Buddy. I’d love to spend hours with your mouth on my cock but we need to finish now. It’s time for me to give you my load. Go ahead and use, both, your mouth and hands.”
I started stroking the base of his cock in rhythm with my sucking. After 3 or 4 minutes, he groaned, “Yeah, Buddy, work it. We are getting close. I shoot a huge load. You don’t have to take it in your mouth but, you can, if you want to. Yeah, good job. Loving it.” He put his hand on the back of my head but it was more of a caress, than control of my movements. I gently pulled on his balls with one hand, stroking his shaft with the other and working his head with his mouth. He moaned more loudly, “Keep going, just like that. Awww, so good. Getting close. Getting close. I’m gonna shoot. I’m cumming! AWWWW! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! FUUUUUUUUUCK!” I had decided to take his load in my mouth but his load was enormous, buckets of cum. The first spurt hit the back of my throat. I fought my gag reflex. The second spurt hit the same spot, at the back of my throat but, with more force than the first. My mouth was already pretty full and I couldn’t handle any more. I pulled back taking my mouth of his cock. I continued stroking him with my hand and he kept moaning and spurting tons of cum. He kept cumming and cumming, at least 10 large spurts, 3 or 4 smaller ones, gobs of cum were dripping down my chin, chest and stomach. I was covered. I was tasting his cum, swallowing residual cum left over from the mouth full already swallowed. I could smell the cum that hit my throat, like it got into my sinuses. It wasn’t unpleasant but a strange sensation.
I looked up at Ryan. I was, actually, proud that I had gotten him off. I felt like I should get an award. There was something very friendly about his expression, affectionate. He wiped the cum off my face, my chin, my mouth. He took my face in his two hands. He bent down and kissed me on the lips. I started to pull away. It felt somehow more queer kissing than sucking his dick. Instead, I let it happen. He didn’t give tongue or use force. It was a gentle intimacy that I’d never experienced with a man before. He allowed a moment, to share his vulnerability with me.
He let go of me and I looked for O’Malley. She was sitting cross legged on the bed. She was grinning, ear to ear. Obviously, she had gleefully watched the whole interaction between me and Ryan. He said to her, “I told you he would be okay. He just needed a gentle touch. He’s not my bitch. He’s my good boy, my really good boy.” He caressed, rubbed my head, like a man might express affection to a kid.”
O’Malley’s style was not gentle. For her, I was, indeed, her bitch. She stood, walked over to me, pulled me up, walked me to the bed, turned me around to face her and shoved me back. I fell backwards onto the bed. I scooted myself comfortably into the middle of the mattress, not knowing what to expect next.
She climbed on top, straddling me, facing me. She bent down bringing her face close to my cum covered chest. She licked cum out of my chest hair. I looked at Ryan. He was completely naked. He walked to the bed and lied down next to me. He slipped his arm under my neck and moved his body close to me. O’Malley continued to enjoy licking Ryan’s cum out of my chest hair. They were both giving me their attention. O’Malley was licking lower and lower on my body, heading toward my very erect cock. Ryan sweetly kissed my forehead and, then, rested his cheek against it, as we, together, watched O’Malley move lower and lower, licking and kissing and, occasionally, biting my hairy body.
She finally reached my cock and began slapping her face with it, rubbing it on her cheek, her chin, over her eyes and forehead, feeling it’s firmness. She took it into her mouth and I felt the warmth. She sucked, mouth taking my dick deeply. I thought I would cum this way but she stopped. She straddled me again, positioning her pussy within reach of my cock. She took my cock in her hand and rubbed my cock head all over her pussy. My head, the results of the events of this day, had gotten hyper sensitive. The stimulation made my body involuntarily twitch.
Her pussy was wet, begging for penetration. She pressed my head to her swollen vagina and I watched it slide into her. It felt hot and soft. She positioned herself to control depth of penetration, intensity and speed. I lied as still as I could. I was enjoying Ryan’s gentleness and, at the same time, O’Malley’s dominance. She looked at me and Ryan, cuddling, as she lowered herself onto my dick. In turn, I was watching my dick slowly slide into her. She began to ride, a slow motion. She raised up, stopping just short of coming off my cock. Then, slowly slowly swallowing up my entire cock again. I felt an urge to shove it into her, to take control and just fuck her. I restrained myself.
It felt so good. I wanted to get off. I was aching to shoot. I turned my gaze toward Ryan’s chest that was close to my face. He was very nicely built, chest covered in a smattering of hair with a thicker patch of chest hair, center, between his pecs. I licked his nipple and briefly sucked on it.
O’Malley started riding harder. She was intentionally taking my attention back from Ryan’s chest. I laid my head back, again, looked up at her beautiful tits bouncing as my cock was being fucked. I moaned. I was feeling it. The first general feeling that I would, if this feeling continued, finally shoot my load. I was so, so damned ready. She was varying the speed and intensity of the fucking. Every 10 to 15 seconds. she provided a different sensation. I started moaning more regularly. My breath quickened. Ryan pulled me closer to himself and started gently pinching my nipples, one then the other. O’ Malley hammered down on my cock. My hips rose to meet her as she came pounding me. I moaned again. That feeling, more immediate, closer to the point of no return. Thank God, she was going to allow me to cum, finally. I’ve never edged and been edged so much in one day before. “Awwwww”, I moaned uncontrollably. She was fucking my dick so gooooood, her hot tight pussy sliding up and down, taking all of me. I felt it, the inevitability of my orgasm. My hips raised up to meet her. My breathing turned to gasping. “Awww. Oh, God. Awwwww. AWWWWWW!” I was convulsing. I couldn’t control myself. It felt like my entire body, every emotion, every sensation was convulsing in the most intense orgasm of my life. I was overwhelmed. I heard myself actually whimpering. O’Malley continued to ride but, slowly, gently milking my very sensitive dick. My body twitched over and over until she pulled herself off of my cock. It slapped down into my stomach, making my body spasm one last time. After a few minutes, I tried to regain my composure. I was beginning to regulate my breathing again.
I was, after all this, very anxious. I still had two cops here. They were naked and in my bed. My girlfriend would be home anytime.
They both stood up. I remained on the bed, wondering what would happen next. They moved to the foot of the bed and stood, still naked, looking down at me grinning. O’Malley started counting, “1, 2, 3…..”. They both started singing, “Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, dear…….”. My girlfriend walked in carrying a candle lit birthday cake. What! What! “What is happening?” I shouted.
My girlfriend, very pleased with herself, said, “I’d like to introduce Margaret O’Malley and Stephen Ryan, the actors from your all time favorite porn video. They graciously agreed to make the fantasy that you’ve told me about, over and over again, come true for you. Happy birthday, Lover Boy!”
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