BRIDGING THE GAP-7
I left Nick's office feeling hornier than ever. I had sucked the cock of the boy that had turned my entire life around from the very beginning, and nearly got caught by his wife. Lord knows what Donna was saying to him right now behind closed doors? I wondered if she was sniffing him for my perfume? Or if she was checking his cock for my lipstick? Lol. How I would love to be a fly on that wall!
I reached my hand down between my legs as I drove, rubbing my pussy through my panties as I imaged Nick fucking me. I could still remember how his cock felt in my ass as a teenage boy, how he used to hold me down and butt fuck me until he came off inside me, then would switch me off to his brother (Peter) or one of their friends. My asshole started to pucker hungrily as I drove, recalling all those wonderful humiliating nights as their personal cock sucking slave whore.
I needed cock in me, and I needed it quickly in the worse way. I decided to head over to dad's job for a mid-morning quickie, hoping to entice him into doing something kinky on his job with my feminine wilds. I wasn't sure if he would go for it, seeing how dad was a stickler for doing the right thing. I know he was something of an old fuddy-duddy, but I was sure I could get him to fuck me if I could get him alone! All I needed was a few minutes of privacy. With my mind made up, I headed for his job. I made a right turn on a red light, then was instantly met with the flashing lights of the Sheriff behind me in my rearview mirror...
I pulled over to the side of the road, putting the car in park as I quickly pulled my panties off and placed them discreetly in my purse. The Sheriff got out of his car and began to slowly walk towards me, looking down at my license plate and pausing for a second of recognition before walking up to the driver's side window. "License, registration and proof or insurance!" he said firmly.
"Hi Sheriff...!" I said, batting my eyelashes.
"Alex..." said the Sheriff, looking down at me through his dark tented sunglasses. "...I thought I recognized this beaut..." he said, looking over mom's old green Rivera. "...Lester let you drive his wife's old car, eh...?"
"Well..., I needed to run a few errands today, and he had to work..." I said, throwing my hair back to show off my bosom. Even through his sunglasses I could tell he was staring at my breasts. I couldn't help looking at his crotch, wondering what his cock looked like at his age? "Did I do something wrong...?" I asked, innocently.
"You turned on a red light..." answered the Sheriff, sternly. "...now that might be okay in a big city like California, but it goes against the rules here in Madison County!"
"Oh..., I didn't know..." I said, playing the ditzy blonde. "...is there any way I can get out of getting a ticket...?" I asked, looking back up at him with my green contacts. When he didn't react, I slowly licked my lips sensually, suggestion dripping from my lips. "I would just HATE to get a ticket on poor Lester's wife's car after all these years...!"
"uh..." started the Sheriff, mesmerized by my actions. "...well, uh..." he said, looking around to make sure we weren't being watched. When he looked back down at me, I was openly staring at his growing bulge. "...we might be able to work something out...!" he said with a toothy grin. "Now uh..., exactly what did you have in mind...?" he asked, leaning into the window with his right arm against the hood.
"Whatever it takes, officer...!" I said, hiking up my skirt.
The tension got so thick that you could almost cut it with a knife. The Sheriff chuckled, then took another quick look around before slipping his hand into the car between my legs, his head coming right beside mine.
"What about Lester...?" he asked, sliding his hand into my crotch with his breath smelling slightly of old whiskey.
"What Lester doesn't know won't hurt him, will it...?" I asked, as his fingers brushed across my trimmed hairs.
I saw a shocked look in his expression...
"No panties...?" he asked, rubbing my slit.
"I never wear panties..." I lied, as he pulled his hand up to his mouth and licked his finger(s), then reached back down and pushed them into my cunt.
I groaned sluttishly as I bit my lower lip, lifting out of the seat so he could get his finger in me further.
"You really are a HOT one, aint'cha girl...?" asked the Sheriff, taking off his hat as he leaned in closer. He watched him lick his lips before planting his mouth on mine.
The Sheriff was well in his 50's, about 6' tall with a deep dark suntan (from being outdoors too often), very thin lips (almost nonexistent), a 5 o'clock shadow, and short cropped bleached blonde hair. I could feel his tongue slipping into my mouth, assaulting my taste-buds. I felt his hand push further into my crotch, reaching his fingers deeper inside me.
"ummph...!" I moaned into his mouth helplessly, feeling him force spit into my mouth. I could feel it starting to dribble down the corners of my mouth as his fingers got rougher.
I could barely breathe as the Sheriff stuffed his long wet tongue further into my mouth, swirling it around as if he were searching for something. Just when I thought I could take no more, he broke the kiss, ripping his tongue from my mouth as he stared directly into my eyes.
"Lester can't satisfy this hot lil' pussy all by himself, now can he...?" he asked, grinning behind his glasses. "You need MORE cock in that twat, don't you girl...?" he asked with a smirk.
"Yes sir..." I said nervously, panting breathlessly from the rough finger play. With his free hand he began groping himself, massaging his lengthy hardon through his dark colored uniform pants.
"Get out the car..." he suddenly said, yanking his fingers from my man-made cunt.
"Anything you say officer..." I said, still playing the helpless role as he opened the door and put his hand up to his nose to sniff his fingers.
I cut the engine and got out of the car, unsure what the Sheriff had in mind.
"Turn around and get up against the car!" he ordered.
"Are you going to arrest me, Sheriff...?" I asked jokingly as I turned around and gently placed my hands on the hood.
"Actually, yes!" he said, pulling out his handcuffs as he pulled my hands behind my back and fitted them around my wrists like a common criminal.
"huh...?! What...!" I reacted, trying to resist.
The Sheriff tightened his cuffs as he pushed himself up against me and the car, his hardon pressing into my ass as he whispered...
"Maybe you'll make bail before Lester gets off work...!"
I took that to mean I would have to do something kinky to get set free. Just as the Sheriff grabbed my arm and started walking me back towards his cruiser with the flashing lights, I saw a station wagon drive by (slowly), Maggie Bushwater's (the church's secretary) mouth gaped open in utter shock as he rode by.
I was taken to the County Jail. As soon as I walked in, the Deputy turned around from typing paperwork into the computer. I instantly recognized him as Mackie, my old childhood friend from school (my, how he had grown into a handsome man). "Sherriff...?" he called, looking up in surprise as I was brought into the station in handcuffs. "...isn't that misses Wilkinson...?" he asked, already knowing who I was (that's life in a small town).
"Yeah..., she ran a stop light..." explained the Sheriff, pushing me (roughly) down in a chair beside the Deputy's desk. "...book her!"
"uh...okay...!" said the Deputy, clearing whatever he was doing on the computer.
I waited (unsure what was happening) as the Sherriff disappeared into his office. "uh..., miss Wilkinson..., I'm gonna, uh..., I'm gonna need your full name, place of birth, and social security number...!" said the Deputy nervously, trying to keep his eyes respectfully off my cleavage. I could tell he was one of those Dudley Do-right good ole boys', the kind of sweet innocent nice guy next door' types that the girl in the movies never seem to notice until the end of the story after she's been HAD and fucked over by most of the town's bad boys! If I recalled correctly, me and Mackie were pretty good friends back in elementary school, that was until the day I asked to see his penis during recess and stuck it in my mouth!
We seemed to drift apart after that.
uh, officer...?" I said in my sweetest, most purest, innocent sounding voice.
"Deputy..." he corrected. "...Deputy Makavey! Mackie for short!" he blushed.
"Mackie..." I rephrased, flinging the hair from my chest so he could get a better view of my bosom. "...do these handcuffs have to be so tight...?" I asked, hunching forward to show more cleavage. "I mean..., it's not like I'm an escaped convict or anything...!" I smiled.
"Oh, yeah..., uh..." he started, looking back at the Sheriff's office. "...let me loosen those for you a bit...!" he offered.
"Thank you...!" I said, watching as he stood up (his crotch right in my face) and bent over me and reached behind me and unlock my cuffs.
I (accidently [of course]) pressed my face into his groin, pretending as if it was his fault. "Oh...! I'm sorry ma'am...!" he said, stepping back a few inches as he continued to fondle with the cuffs. I could see a lump beginning to form in his trousers as I quickly shoved my face into it again. This time the Deputy didn't move when he felt my mouth gumming the outline of his cock mound. I thought I heard a soft moan from him when the Sheriff suddenly came back into the room.
"Mackie!" he yelled, causing the poor guy to nearly shit his pants. "Get that prisoner down to lockup, NOW!"
"Yes sir!" said the Deputy, grabbing my arm to escort me down into the basement. "I'm sorry ma'am..., I'll have to get that information from you later...!"
Mackie escorted me downstairs into the basement lockup where they kept all the jail cells. It was a small holding area with only 4 small cells (all empty of course). As soon as the Deputy put me in my cell and closed the bars on me, he made me turn my back to him so he could un-cuff me. As the cuffs slipped off my sore wrists, I reached back between his legs and felt for his cock. Sure enough it was still hard. I groped it with my fingers, longing to see it out in the open when the Sheriff came down and broke up our little party.
"That's enough, Deputy..." said the Sheriff, standing in the stairwell watching. "...you can go back upstairs now...!"
"Yes sir!" answered Mackie, taking off like a guilty suspect being set free.
The Sheriff walked over to my cell, then stopped directed in front of me.
"So..., how do you like your new accommodations...?" he asked, with his hands folded behind his back in `at ease' stance.
"How long will I have to stay here...?" I asked, thinking this role play was going too far.
"Well that would depend on how..., cooperative you are...!" said the Sheriff. "You might be here well into dinner...!"
"Dinner...?" I asked, knowing that was hours away. I had been hoping the Sheriff would be good enough to get a few feels and gropes, and be about my business. Now however...!
"We don't have a lot in the way of meals around here..." he continued, his eyes still hidden behind his dark sunglasses he wore even into the basement. I watched him lower his hand down over his crotch, massaging his bulge. "...I'm afraid we don't serve anything but meat and protein!"
"My two favorites!" I glee, knowing where he was going with this.
"I thought so...!" was all the Sheriff said before unzipping his pants and stepping up to the bars.
He pulled his long pale flaccid cock from his trousers, letting it fall out over his zipper like a dead white snake. He pressed his crotch up to the bars, pushing his soft penis through the rails. I reached down to caress it, petting and stroking it like a pet before finally getting down on my knees to see it up close and personal.
The Sheriff waited patiently as I stroked his cock, leaning in to kiss it playfully as it started to grow and fatten in my delicate hands. I continued to lick my tongue up and down the sides, tickling the head and underbelly before taking it between my lips. The Sheriff's cock tasted slight salty of stale piss, but I ignored it as I continued sucking, taking more and more of his white snake into my mouth. "Yes..., that's it girl..., suck my cock...!" hissed the old man, his dick never actually achieving full erection.
I sucked and slurped my way up and down the rubbery shaft, trying to get it harder as I took him into my throat. The Sheriff sighed, tossing back his head blissfully as I left lipstick marks around his cock base. I pulled back slowly, dragging my lips along the shaft until I was once again sucking the uncut head. The Sheriff looked back down at me, seeming disinterested as his dick remained rubbery hard. I did my best sucking him, pulling out all the stops yet his cock still never fully ballooned. I was beginning to think maybe I was doing something wrong when he suddenly reached between the bars and grabbed my head. I looked up at him as he pulled my face down into his hairy crotch, sheathing his entire cock back down into my throat. Just then I felt a flex in his dick, then felt a small trickle of fluid squirt into my throat. At first I thought it was cum, but then the flood gates opened as a stream of rancid urine suddenly started pouring down my throat.
My eyes widened in total shock and disbelief as the piss stream poured into me. I struggled to pull back from his cock, but he locked his strong hands in my hair, keeping me in place. With his cock lodged midway down my throat, I was forced to allow the urine flow to continue, running down my open throat like a water faucet, filling my tiny stomach to capacity.
Only when the Sheriff was sure he was finished peeing did he release my head, allowing me to face backwards on my butt as I wiped the piss dribbles from my chiney chin chin. "You bastard...!" I shouted, legitimately pissed (or should I say angry)! The Sheriff merely laughed, tucked his dead snake, then walked away. I remained on the floor, feeling misused and ashamed when I suddenly heard footsteps...
"Miss Wilkinson..., you alright...?" asked Mackie, coming back to my rescue.
He saw me lying on the floor, and quickly unlocked the cage to help me up to the cot. I put on a show, crying fake tears and acting overly helpless (guys love that). "I saw the Sheriff leave..., he was laughing as if he had done something...funny, to you...! Are you okay...?"
"I want to go home...!" I said to Mackie, burying my head in his chest. He seemed stunned, but didn't shoe me away. I felt his arms cradle me reluctantly, making me feel safe and secure. After a few minutes I could see a definite bulge in his pants. I reached down to caress it, feeling him flinch as if I had just pinched him. "I'm sorry..." I said, my head still in his chest. "...did I do something wrong...?"
"No..." he said politely. "...but..., I'm engaged...!" he said, almost apologetic.
"That's okay..." I said, unzipping his trousers. "...I don't want to date you..., I just want to suck your cock...!"
"Oh god..." gasped Mackie, as I reached into his uniform pants and pulled out his hefty cock.
It wasn't as I remembered it. It was now much bigger, longer, harder, and thicker than I recalled. When I stick little Mackie's dick in my mouth as a kid, it was the first time for both of us, now years later, I was getting a second chance.
I bent forward at the waist, then took his pinkish/peach cock head between my lips. I heard deputy Mackie moan as I sucked the head and swirled my tongue about the column like a tornado. Mackie sat completely still, afraid to move as I lowered my head, taking more of his delightful cock into my mouth. In one shot I buried his meat in my throat, nestling my face in his groin as my long beautiful blonde hair fell all around me. I felt Mackie grip my shoulder as I churned his cock around in my throat before slowly I pulling back up, dragging my lips up the iron clad shaft.
His cock was wonderful (what a real cock was supposed to be). I went back down on it, taking it all the way before bobbing my head up and down. Mackie gasped and groaned as I sucked him, slurping my lips along the cock shaft, polishing the entire column with spit. After a few minutes I crawled down onto my knees, wedging myself between his legs as I continued to suck. I moaned softly around his cock, loving the way it felt as I took it into my well trained throat again and again. I could feel Mackie's cock pulse and throb with excitement. I knew it was only a matter of time before I was drinking his sperm (finally). But just when I thought I was going to get my gift, Mackie grabbed my face and pulled me up from his cock. The shinny spit wet phallus fell from my sucking lips, causing me to groan in disappointment.
Mackie took my face in his hands, then leaned in and kissed me, planting his own lips against mine. I was completely taken by the unexpected gesture, feeling his tongue borrow into my mouth. I got up on my knees between his legs, pressing my body against his as his cock got trapped between us. Feeling an overwhelming urge to feel him inside me, I broke our kiss, lifted my dress, spit onto my finger, massaged them down across my vagina, then climbed up on top of him.
Mackie looked panic struck (but didn't protest) as I aimed his cock upright, then lowered my cunt down on it. "Ooooohhh godddd..." he groaned, sinking inside me. I closed my eyes and felt his manhood stretching me, filling me completely.
Once I managed to bury his cock all the way, I ground our crotches together, then started riding him. Mackie closed his eyes as well, torn between pulling me off of him, an fucking me silly. His reluctance is what kept us screwing as I continued to bounce on top of him, fucking my cunt on his cock.
Mackie (sitting upright with his back against the jail wall) pulled the top of my dress down, exposing my bare breasts. He took one into his mouth and began sucking, nursing on the nipple as if expecting it to give milk. I loved feeling his mouth on my tits as I fucked him. I rode him harder, feeling his manly hands all over my ass. I pulled his face up from nursing my tit, then kissed him again, this time with more passion, more depth. Mackie moaned in my mouth, loving the feeling of my cunt around his cock. I pulled he sideways until he had me lying on the cot on my back, my legs spread around him as he reburied his cock inside me. In this position he had the power, fucking me as deep and hard as he wanted. I could feel his hips slapping into me, driving his cock 8 inches deep with every plunge. We continued to kiss as we fucked, his tongue dripping saliva into my mouth which I quickly drank between panted breathes.
Mackie picked up the pace, slamming his hips into me with stronger strides. The cot squeaked and creaked with every thrust, signifying our actions as he broke the kiss and buried his face in my neck. The fuck thrusts got harder and rougher as he began building for climax. I could feel his cock jamming deep inside me, banging into the back wall of my vagina with every inward stroke. I clung to his body like a life preserver, feeling him bang into me with increasing urgency. After about 5 full minutes of unbridle passion, he rammed all the way in and froze. I knew what that meant as he threw his head back and groaned like a man who had just been tackled by a pro football player.
"AARRRHHHHHH...!!" he screamed as the cum shot out of him, gushing into my man-made hole in a series of violent spurts.
I could feel Mackie's body tremble all over as he came, his hips pressing the last few precious inches inside me, making sure he didn't disconnect while he came. I could feel his cock jerking inside my body, pumping me full of fresh cop cum.
Immediately after his body went weak as he lay his dead weight against me. I hugged my arms around his back, holding him closer to me until he finally finished cumming inside me.
"I..., I'm sorry..." he apologized, lifting up off of me afterwards. "...I...I didn't mean to cum inside you like that...!"
"It's okay..." I said, smiling up at him as he removed his spent penis and got to his feet.
"I'd uh..." he said, looking awkward. "...I'd better get back upstairs..."
"Okay." I said, lifting up on my elbows as he tucked his cock back into his pants and zipped up.
"I'll uh..., I'll see what the Sheriff has planned for you, and see if I can't get him to set you free...!" said Mackie, backing out of the cell. "Running a red light should only have a small fine..., I'll see if I could set it and have you out of here within the hour...!"
"Thank you, Mackie...!" I said, smiling sweetly.
Deputy Mackie closed and locked the gate, then paused...
"This here..., --what happened between us..." he started to say, looking at me between the bars. "...will stay just between US, right? I mean..., I AM engaged...!"
"Of course!" I said, assuredly.
"Okay...!" smiled Mackie, feeling better. I laid back down on the cot as I listened to him walk away. My vagina was feeling raw and well used. I reached down and began playing with it (running my fingers over the secreting lips), when I suddenly had the feeling I wasn't alone. I looked up over my breasts to find the Sheriff staring down at me. Grinning.
"So I see you managed to seduce my deputy...!" he said, unlocking my cell door. I sat up in bed, unsure what the old (soft cock) man wanted. "Don't be shy now..., show it to me..." he said, coming into my cell. "...show me the load!"
So THAT was the Sheriff's thing, he was kinky!
I laid back on the small cot, the opened my legs. The Sheriff got down onto the floor beside me, wanting to get a better look at my cummy cunt. I watched as he leaned in, then ran his thumb over the slightly ravished lips, smearing Mackie's sperm over the thumbprint.
The Sheriff bought his thumb up to his nose and sniffed. I watched a peaceful expression wash over his otherwise intense face before he suddenly sucked the thumb into his mouth, sucking off the sperm smears. What happened next wasn't completely unexpected as he pushed my closest leg into the air to make room for his head, then pressed his face down between my legs and began lapping at my cum filled cunt. I could feel his warm tongue licking across the lips, tasting the sperm which secreted from inside. I tried not to judge as I watched him suck my pussy, getting more aggressive as his tongue darted into my cunt hold for more of Mackie's cream.
"MMmmmm..." moaned the Sheriff, jerking himself off as he ate me. I peered down over the edge of the bed to see his cock rock hard now. He stroked and stroked himself (sucking out as much of the cum as his suctioning mouth could gather) until he was ready to climax. When his orgasm finally hit, he quickly stood up, grabbed me by a fistful of my beautiful long blonde hair, then jacked off all over my upturned face.
I could feel the cum drops sprinkle against me like a spring shower as his liquid watery load cascaded all over me.
Once his load was spent, he lowered his shrinking cock head into my mouth, feeding me the last few droplets. He shook and shuddered for several minutes as I sucked out the rest. When he was done, he let go of my hair, then tucked his dead snake back into his uniform trousers. "You're free to go, miss Wilkinson..." he said, turning towards the open cell door. "...don't let me catch you running red lights again!"
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