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COP BOOTS
Bill was in a hurry to get home from his job. He had answered a posting on Craig's List which meant he was going to meet up with a guy that night for some boot play. Bill was an electrician who mainly did wiring of new houses for contractors which meant he drove a lot of different roads to and from work. He had been doing this kind of work ever since he got out of the army four years ago. In fact, it was in the army that his hidden infatuation with boots came to the surface. During boot camp he had been taught how to spit shine the black combat boots all enlistees had been issued at that time. As he rubbed the polish into the leather and spit on the wax he felt a kind of excitement in his crotch. For the rest of his enlistment he enjoyed looking at the other soldiers' boots and how well or not so well they maintained them. It was only after he got out of the army and went to a leather bar that he met another guy with a boot fetish who showed him a whole new sphere of sexual satisfaction.
That was then, but now he had a new crisis to contend with. As he sped along a divided highway he suddenly noticed flashing red lights in his side view mirror. He pulled over on to the shoulder with the motorcycle policeman right behind him. "Oh shit!" thought Bill. "I don't need a speeding ticket."
He watched the cop approach in his side view mirror. He was about 30, well built and about six feet tall, but what caught Bill's attention was his big black high shine engineer boots. The cop came up to the window and asked for the usual stuff. Bill handed him his license and insurance. The cop studied them for a minute and then said: "Get out of the car and move to the back." Bill did as he was told but when he got to the back of the car his eyes immediately dropped to the ground to get a better look at those cop boots.
Officer Smith noticed Bill's interest in his boots, so took a look at Bill's feet. He noticed that he was wearing Carolina logger boots which looked well taken care of, not all scuffed up like a lot of men's work boots. Officer Smith then said: "You were doing 62 in that 45 back there. What's the hurry?"
Bill replied: "I'm sorry, sir. I didn't realize I was going that fast."
Officer Smith was a pretty good judge of character after being on the force for more than six years. He decided Bill was gay and into boots and leather from the way he answered and the way he kept staring at his boots. So he decided to take advantage of the situation. "I could write you a ticket, but maybe there is another way we can settle this. I notice you keep looking at my boots. Are you into boots?
"Yes, sir!" Bill responded firmly.
"Do you know how to service a real man's motorcycle boots, boy?"
Bill replied: "Sir, yes sir! I can lick your boots to a first class shine."
Smith replied: "That will be a good start, but I think you know what I mean by full service, and that's what I want. This address on your license is current, right? And you live alone?" Bill replied with a nod. Smith continued: "I'll be there tonight at 8:00 p.m. When I come in, you had better be wearing just those boots and a jock strap."
"I'll be waiting for you sir. Thank you for giving me a chance to work off this mistake, sir." Bill replied.
When Bill got home he called his contact from Craig's List and postponed their meeting. Before he knew it there was a knock on the door. Bill answered it wearing his black Carolina logger boots to which he had applied a fresh coat of boot polish, and a leather jock strap. Officer Smith was wearing a leather jacket, jeans and his 18" engineer boots. He strode into the living room and sat in a stuffed chair. Bill followed him and was starting to go to another chair when Smith said: "OK bitch, down on the floor and start licking my boots."
Bill hit the floor like he was preparing to do push-ups, but then pulled his body across the rug until he reached Officer Smith's right boot. He started licking the toe of the massive size 13 boot. As his tongue glided over the smooth surface his cock twitched. Bill was a real boot slut and there was no bigger turn on for him than licking the boots of a real man and Officer Smith fit that description. As he licked the smooth leather he could feel scuffs where the cop must have kicked something or run into something. Soon he was getting up on his elbows so that he could begin working on the thick leather shaft which led up to his knee. As he raised himself off the rug his cock sprang free from where it had been held. Bill wanted so badly to stroke it, but didn't dare. He continued licking as quickly and as hard as he could.
For Officer Smith there was no greater turn on than looking down on a grown man sprawled out on the floor and licking the toe of his powerful boot. He thought of Bill standing next to his car in his work clothes and tough black boots and now he was groveling at his boots, working his tongue all over the shiny black leather. It gave Officer Smith a sense of real power and a feeling that he was in complete command with no limits. "Come on you boot fag. Let me feel your tongue pressing in on my foot through the leather. Lick those boots like you mean it," he commanded. When he was on duty there were limits, but when he had a boot bitch licking his boots, he could do whatever he wanted. He pulled out his leather gloves from his pocket and pulled them on each hand. He then began to rub his crotch as he watched Bill lick his boots more intently than before. Finally he said: "OK bitch. That boot looks pretty good, now start on the left one."
In order to get to the left boot, Bill raised himself on both knees to move over to the other boot. As he did that his cock popped out from the side of his leather jock strap. "Wait a minute, boy! That's a pretty good size cock you got there. Let me have a look." With that he moved his right boot up to Bills crotch and began nudging his balls with the toe of his boot. Then he slid the sole of his boot further up the jock strap until he was rubbing Bill's cock. Bill let out a moan as he watched the shiny boot starting to masturbate his swollen manhood. "You like that, don't you, bitch. Unfortunately you haven't done enough work to be rewarded with a little boot play." With that he drew back his boot and kicked Bill fairly hard in the balls. The move was so unexpected that Bill had no chance to protect himself. Officer Smith's aim was perfect and his powerful engineer boot landed right on Bill's balls. A bolt of pain shot through his body and then Bill felt himself curl up into a fetal position while he cradled his balls. Officer Smith let out a little laugh and said: "Shit! I didn't kick you that hard, boy. Now if you don't get to work on my left boot, I'll kick your ass and your balls until you can't walk."
With that threat Bill rolled over and managed to get his face over the toe of the left boot so he could begin licking. As the initial pain of the kick wore off, Bill felt a special warmth spread through his body. As his tongue tasted the rich leather and his nose smelled the warm boot and his balls ached from being kicked he experienced a high that most subs get when they feel totally dominated. This encouraged him to lick the left boot with more intensity.
Meanwhile Officer Smith had rubbed his cock enough to make a big bulge in his jeans. He undid his belt and opened his fly, so his engorged member could spring free. As he stroked himself he thought about how he had almost paralyzed Bill with just one average kick from his heavy duty motorcycle cop boots. He then turned his attention again to this grown man lying at his feet and licking his boots. His cock continued to get hard as he watched the boot slave licking his boots for all he was worth. But Officer Smith wanted more than just having his boots licked, he wanted them fully serviced, and for that there would have to be a good supply of fresh cum.
As Bill neared the top of the left boot Smith told him to stop. He then crossed his right boot up on to his left knee. While Bill watched, the cop increased his stroking until he let out a gasp and shot some spunk that hit the shaft of his boot. He continued to rub with his smooth leather gloves which produced another two or three spurts. He then lowered the right boot carefully and crossed the left boot on his knee. Now he began rubbing his gloved hands on the toe and shaft of the left boot after he had stroked his cock several times. Finally he had milked his balls of everything they had, so he let out a sigh. Then he spread his knees and commanded Bill: "Get in there and clean up my cock and balls." Bill immediately applied his tongue to the new target. After a few minutes Smith said: "OK, now lick the jizz off my gloves." Once again Bill obeyed.
When that was finished Officer Smith said: "Alright bitch, we are now at the most important part of this whole thing. I want you to service my boots by pushing that cum around every surface of the leather and then suck up any cum that is left. Finally you are to lick both boots back to a high glossy shine. The smell of the cum, mixed with the boot polish and the smell of the rich leather was almost too much for Bill. Although his balls were still sore from their earlier encounter with those same boots, Bill felt his cock getting harder with each lick he took. It took almost twenty minutes, but at last both boots were gleaming.
As Bill rocked back on his haunches to admire his work, Officer Smith got up from the chair. "You did a pretty good job, boy! I can see you know how to service cop boots.
I'll be calling on you again in a few weeks." And then as he passed behind Bill, he turned and gave him a powerful kick in the ass with his heavy duty engineer boot. This sent Bill sprawling on the carpet. The next sound Bill heard was the front door opening and closing. Knowing he was free again, Bill slowly got up, walked to his bedroom and got some lube. He pulled down his leather jock strap and collapsed on the side of his bed. After applying a little lube to his hands he began to stroke his cock as he replayed in his mind the main events of the evening. Although his balls still ached a bit, his cock became hard in no time. As he remembered the climax when he serviced Officer Smith's boots, he crossed his leg just as the cop had done so when he shot his load a good half of the cum hit his Carolina logger boot. He then crossed his other leg and rubbed the other boot with the final cream coming out of his cock. He had rarely felt such ecstasy when fucking. After a couple minutes of just feeling the glow fade, he bent down and carefully unlaced his boots. Pulling off his right boot, he brought it up to his mouth and began servicing his own boot, just as he had done for Officer Smith. With each stroke of his tongue he relived the excitement of that night and began dreaming about the next encounter.