It’s like 1 A.M., I’m driving back from Santa Clarita, it hit, I got the windows down, shirt clinging to me, radio blasting , and I’m… not okay. I’m buzzing because i’m horny as shit and can’t wait to get home a rub one out.
Then I see the red and blues in my mirror. My heart jumps. I pull over smooth. Put my hands on the wheel. And then I hear the door open behind me. Boots on asphalt. The crunch of gravel. Then he’s there, leaning into my window.
CHP officer. Tall. Broad. mid 30s. Tan uniform tight across his chest, sleeves rolled just enough to show forearms that look like they’ve done damage. Thighs thick and Juicy looking. Eyes hidden behind clear, unreadable calm.
“License and registration.”
I hand it to him with a hand that’s visibly shaking. He notices. Doesn’t say anything. Just stares for half a second longer than he needs to.
“You know how fast you were going?”
I try to speak. My voice catches. I can’t explain i, he wasn’t even trying to be hot. That’s what made it worse. He was just there. All authority. All control. And it made my body start reacting before my mind could stop it.
“Step out of the vehicle.”
I already knew I was in trouble.
Not legally. Physically.
Because the second I stood up, I felt the tension in my pants, my dick rock hard trying to break free and I knew he would see it. fuck!
I shifted. Tried to cover it with my hand. Adjusted my waistband casually. Nothing worked. He saw it. His eyes flicked down, then back up. Quick. Controlled. Like he was mentally filing it away.
Then back to professional.
“Get back into your car and wait.”
I complied. He walked back to the cruiser. Sat in the driver’s seat. Closed the the door. He steer his car and pulled off next to me and then parked in front of me. Got out of the car and came back and tapped on my window.
“Step out do the car”
I now notice his body camera light is off. I’m assuming his car dash camera is also off. I’m scared at excited at the same time
“You nervous?” he asked. I swallowed. Tried to lie. But my breath shook. My pupils were blown. My hands were trembling like I’d been caught stealing.
He moved in close again. Looked me up and down. Close enough that I could smell him, clean sweat, uniform starch, a faint trace of deodorant. No cologne. No pretense.
“I’m going to frisk you for weapons.”
My mouth was too dry to speak. I just nodded.
I’ve turned me around started with my shoulders. Moved down and reached around to my chest. His hands were steady, firm, and I felt like he brushed my nips 3 or 4 too many times to be an accident. Each time a let out a soft moan involuntarily.
When he reached my hips, I shuddered. First the sides and my pockets, then the front and top of my thighs next to my pelvis. He reached a little too far with his left hand and landed right on the tip of my dick that throbbed twice quickly before he moved his hand. My dick was threatening to rip my jeans a part if I didn’t let it out. The officer paused. Just for a beat. His fingertips were so close.
He kept going. Down my thighs. Behind me. Every time he got near my ass or lower back, my hips tilted toward himc without me meaning to.
And then he said “You’ve got a fast pulse.” In a low and husky voice like he was surprised and hungry at the same time.
That’s when I collapsed. I try to turn around and face him but my knees gave out. I dropped to the ground in front of him.
Hard as hell. My mouth open. Breathing like I’d just run ten blocks. Staring at him directly In his eyes and then down to his bulge.
I looked up at him again. Didn’t say a word. I was begging without speaking. I think that’s what made him give in.
He looked around once. Back at his car. Then t the road. He walked away and told me to follow him. We walked tit he passenger side of his car,facing away from the road.
By the time I caught up with him, he turned around and had unbuckled and unzipped.
Pulled himself out right in front of me. No warning. No words. Just this look on his face like he had to know what I’d do.
I dropped and immediately took him. No teasing. No hesitation. Mouth wide, lips wet, throat open. Took him deep.
He didn’t moan. Didn’t talk. Just kept one hand on my head and the other braced on the cruiser, breathing like he was holding back something dangerous.
His cock was thick and delicious! It pulsed on my tongue, thick and hot, and I couldn’t stop the noises I made, soft, messy, needy. He had so much pre cum for me to taste and swallow I felt like a feral animal snorting cocaine. My jaw ached and I didn’t care. Also my he’s slept hitting different hard, cold, metal objects on his belt which was making me even more horny. It was dark but I could see his eyes clearly. He was loving this. He took out phone and ” I wanna see you take it all” and used the flashlight on his phone. Thankfully he shines the light from the side not above me so I could still see him. I felt him thrusting his dick deeper and faster down my throat. He grabbed my head more tightly. I couldn’t hold it.
I pulled out my dick and started shooting cum all over his black shoes. He saw this and said “no fucking way!” And then exploded in my mouth. The type orgasm where you know
You have sucked the soul out of this guy.
When he pulled out, I was shaking.
Still hard. Still leaking. He didn’t touch me again. Just zipped up. Looked at me for a second longer than he needed to.
“Get in your car.”
I stood. Didn’t say a word. Just obeyed. By the time I got back to back car, he was already in his cruiser’s driver’s seat.
He drove away. I then continued to drive home with his taste still in my mouth and my cock still hard in my pants. I had some of his cum still in my throat. I coughed it up and used it as lube and jerked off while driving home and came two more times.
Every time I get pulled over by CHP, and i try to at least once a month, I’m hoping its him again.
