Local Police

The sun was shining. I stood outside, leaning against the wall. Perfect timing. He just pulled in, parking his own car with practiced ease. My heart skipped a beat, and I couldn’t contain my excitement. God, what a man. The man of my wildest fantasies and hottest daydreams. From where I was standing, I could watch him, take in everything about him. I admired his powerful frame in that imposing uniform, the dark, rough hair and full beard, the strong chin and wide jaw, the solid build — a real man. He was as rugged and cool as the black four-by-four he’d just climbed out of. My knees nearly gave out.

These days, he was all I could think about. Only him, day in and day out. Him. On me. In me.

He locked the car, removed his sunglasses, and scratched his beard, crossing the parking lot toward me, seemingly oblivious to the effect he had on me. My heart pounded in my chest — and between my legs.

He greeted the others around me first. When he finally leaned in to give me a kiss, he grabbed my shoulder, squeezed it gently, holding on just a bit longer. He smelled divine, probably just soap and sweat, but I savored his scent. His beard was soft, and I stood on tiptoe so our cheeks could touch. He made brief eye contact and winked before he walked on. My day was complete.

About half an hour later, he walked into the office where I was working. I was alone, slow to react to his entrance. He came straight to me, and my breath caught. Suddenly, I forgot how to speak. Not wanting him to intimidate me, I stood up. He stopped about a meter away, holding my gaze.

"I heard you’re kind of crazy about me," he said quietly, almost whispering. His voice was deep, his eyes unreadable. A grin played on his lips.

I feared he might laugh at me. He was clearly amused by the situation. But then, he let something slip. In his eyes, I saw desire, something I’d often seen before: a hunter ready to pounce on his prey.

Could it be? Was the attraction mutual?

“What?” I stammered, all social skills gone. No matter.

“Come here,” he said, but he stepped toward me instead. In one fluid motion, his broad hands circled my waist, and he pulled close.

So close. Pressed against me.

I inhaled his intoxicating scent again. The warmth of his large body was overwhelming. I trembled under his touch and the power he had over me. His hips pressed against me firmly, but before I knew what was happening, he let me go and disappeared without a word. Moments later, my colleagues walked in.

Around midday, I saw him again. We passed each other in the hallway. I had no idea how to behave, but he didn’t seem to notice. With a determined look, he glanced around, then grabbed my wrist and pulled me with him. We slipped through a door, and I saw we were in the men’s restroom. He pressed me against the door, blocking it. He looked at me mischievously, his eyes gleaming.

Without a word, he took my face in his hands and kissed me fully on the mouth. That scent, that beard, that tongue. I was dizzy, my heart pounding in my throat, but I didn’t hesitate. I wanted this, nothing could stop me. I immediately kissed him back, tasting his lips, his tongue, his beard, with a passion I hadn’t felt in ages.

He moaned softly as we kissed, and I looked at him. His eyes were closed. His face, so dear to me now, though we hadn’t known each other long. I had truly fallen hopelessly for him. His dark brows furrowed as we kissed, sweat beading on his forehead. My nipples hardened like pebbles, and I surrendered to the bliss of being there with him.

He pinned my wrists against the door. Then he leaned his weight into me. It was the best feeling in the world. His scent and taste flooded my senses, and he kept kissing me. Our arms tangled together. He hooked his fingers into mine, and I felt his chest press heavily against my lungs. His erection hardened against me, moving in a slow, rhythmic grind.

My lips burned as he paused to catch his breath. He released my fingers, one hand gripping my neck as the other roamed to my chest. Breathing hard, he kissed my mouth’s corners, my nose, my eyes — first left, then right. His thumb and forefinger pinched a hard nipple, rolling it between them. He was commanding but not rough, exactly as I’d imagined.

He was everything I’d dared to dream of, making me unbearably aroused. I pressed my hips against his hard shaft, the heat and pressure obvious through our clothes, rubbing up and down to assess his length and thickness. I wasn’t disappointed. He had quite a package.

When I expressed my approval, he chuckled. God, he was sexy.

I spread my legs, a signal he understood instantly. His fingers slipped into my soaking panties. I felt his erection jump as he discovered how wet I was. Boldly, he stroked my clit and dipped his fingers inside, freeing his shaft from his pants. Then he paused.

He didn’t say much, but he paused, clearly seeking my permission. This was my last chance to stop him, though he’d already crossed that line. But I didn’t want to stop. Not at all. I nodded and grabbed hold of him.

Without hesitation, he tore off my panties, spread my legs wider, and pushed inside. I came almost instantly. I doubt he noticed, but it was inevitable. His lips and hands had taken me far past the point of no return. I’d been lusting after him for months, desperate for this moment. It took almost nothing.

He filled me exactly how I liked: deep and powerful, thrusting hard against my body, his hips grinding against my clit. His arms and biceps were close to my head, making me feel utterly dominated. I was already on my toes, but he lifted me off the ground. With closed eyes, I nuzzled into his neck and hair, savoring his labored breathing and our thundering heartbeats.

After a while, he slowed to a gentler pace. My next orgasm was already building. We kissed in sync with the pulsing rhythm, his tongue gliding over my upper lip, as wet as his shaft over my clit. I climaxed again, and this time he looked me straight in the eye. His eyes squinted as a wave of pleasure almost pushed him out of me. He gripped my hips, his rhythm intensifying.

We pounded against the door, my legs shaking. I gestured for him to wait, turning around. I leaned over the sink, arching my bare ass toward him. Without missing a beat, he drove back into me. Since I was braced, he could lean heavily into me. I felt his hands trail up my stomach and ribs, tugging at my nipples and kneading my breasts, trying not to think of the marks his hands would leave.

In the mirror, we could see each other. My face was half-hidden by my hair, his contorted in pleasure. He rested his head on my shoulder, groaning in my ear, and climaxed with a few hard thrusts. His thick hair was mussed, his beard tickling pleasantly as he kissed my neck over and over. He sagged against my back, hugging me tight. He held me close before pulling away, letting me turn back around. My macho lover looked completely spent and tousled, still wearing that smile and those sparkling eyes. As he straightened himself, I seized the chance to admire his impressive shaft.

Holding him in my hand, I rubbed his head, licking his seed off my fingers.

“Next time,” I promised.

I tried the passenger door. Still locked. Now that I was standing so close, the car looked impossibly high and overwhelmingly imposing. I could hardly believe I was finally getting a ride in it—with the man who took my breath away every day.

And there he was, my handsome macho. He approached with that easy stride, swinging arms, windswept hair, and a brooding look. When he spotted me, his gaze softened, and he gave me a sexy wink. God, what a man. With a click, he unlocked the car and got in without waiting for me. I opened the door, trying to slide gracefully into the 4x4, but even so, I misjudged the car's height and unceremoniously plopped down on the leather seat. I grimaced, but he didn’t look over. He was settling himself behind the wheel: pulling his wallet and iPhone from his pockets and setting them on the dashboard, slipping on his sunglasses, and starting up the beast of a vehicle with a low rumble that I felt vibrating in my lungs. A delicious warmth crept between my legs—the 4x4 excited me almost as much as the macho man driving it.

The sun hung low in the sky as we took off, with twilight approaching. I sighed contentedly and nestled into the wide seat, glancing to my left to take in the view. He looked so handsome; I wanted to memorize every detail for later. He wasn’t in uniform but wore jeans and a black T-shirt. His striking profile glowed warmly in the setting sun. With one arm outstretched on the wheel, he looked exceptionally muscular. The sunlight danced over the dark hairs on his arm, making his watch and wedding ring glint. The black sunglasses hid his eyes, but I could tell he was fully relaxed behind the wheel.

He caught me staring, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He licked his lips thoughtfully. His tongue was light pink. I wanted so badly to kiss him! I wanted to slip my fingers under his T-shirt, to run my hands through his chest hair, or at the very least place a hand on his leg, but I couldn’t. The 4x4’s cabin was so big that we were nearly a meter apart, and with my seatbelt strapped tightly across my body, touching him was nearly impossible. It was an unbearable yet wonderfully tantalizing situation—and he knew it.

We drove in silence for a few minutes. It seemed like it would be a calm ride. Or so I thought. What was I thinking? At the first red light, he smoothly unclicked his seatbelt, closed the distance between us in a heartbeat, and planted a firm kiss on my lips. His sudden nimbleness surprised me, but I welcomed him instantly. I hungrily tasted his warm tongue and lips, placed a hand against his soft beard, and closed my eyes. I was in heaven, kissing an angel. Day and night, I dreamed of his fiery kisses. I wanted to press our bodies together, but before I knew it, he was back in his seat, belted in, eyes on the road. I exhaled slowly, savoring the intoxicating scent he left behind. This only left me craving more.

At the next red light, he leaned over again, letting his hand slide skillfully over my thigh, under my dress, and into my panties. Our mouths pressed together, and I moaned, drowning in his scent. He opened my mouth wider, and as he sucked on my tongue, he slipped a finger inside my wet pussy. The combination sent a short circuit through my nervous system. Goosebumps covered my entire body. Lightning flashed behind my closed eyelids, and my back arched toward him.

He saw out of the corner of his eye that the light had turned green. Whispering, “Take those off,” he moved back to his seat, slipping his finger into his mouth and licking it slowly. He held it to his nose, sniffing in a way that was downright obscene but made me giggle. I shook my head, God, what a man.

Obediently, I took off my panties and playfully tossed them into his lap. His pants already showed a clear bulge; he shifted in his seat, adjusting his jeans. His hard shaft was evident beneath the fabric, the tip peeking above his waistband—I grew even wetter. I hiked up my dress and ran my fingers over my shaved pussy. I slid two fingers between my lips, tracing circles around my clit.

He tried to steal glances while driving, but it wasn’t easy. I worried about staining his beautiful seats. I was so wet that my fingers made a soft, unmistakable sound as they moved over my slick folds. The air filled with my scent.

Apparently, he couldn’t take it anymore, because he unzipped his pants. Keeping his eyes on the road, he freed his cock from the zipper. Finally, there he was. He gripped his cock firmly in his left hand. When he shifted gears, he literally had a hard stick in each hand. The image seared into my memory. With his thumb, he rubbed the already-moist head, occasionally glancing over at me while moving his fist up and down—a sight I’d never forget.

I had hardly looked outside and no longer recognized where we were. In the twilight, we were driving through sprawling fields and narrow roads. We encountered no other traffic, and after turning off at a large wooden gate, we were alone in the world. A dirt road led us to a secluded spot, hidden by a row of low-hanging trees.

He parked the car and turned off the engine. Silence fell, broken only by our labored breathing. Our dark eyes sparkled in the dwindling light. We unclicked our seatbelts, staring intensely at each other. I wanted to reach out, but with a small nod, he gestured for us to move to the back seat. He roughly pulled up his pants, holding the zipper closed with his hand, and got out. I followed suit, noticing the stains on his beautiful leather seats—a worry for later.

The back seat of the massive 4x4 was even more spacious. We shut the doors in a rush, grabbing at each other. We kissed fiercely—intensely but briefly; we’d waited long enough. I pushed him back into the seat, tugged his loose pants down, and climbed onto his lap. The space was tall enough that I wouldn’t bump my head, and I could easily place my knees on either side of him. Before lowering myself, I pulled my dress over my head, leaving me completely naked. He yanked off his T-shirt, tossing it aside, and pulled me against him with large, demanding hands. I held his head, running my fingers through his tempting hair, slowly lowering myself onto him, eyes locked with his. God, he was sexy.

Once again, his impressive size took me by surprise, filling me deeply and intensely. I tilted my hips to savor not only his length but his girth, the sensation of him filling me completely. As I rocked my hips, his hands roamed my back and the sides of my breasts. He gazed at me softly, allowing me to lose myself in his body. I moved to my own rhythm, sliding up and down his cock, letting my hard nipples graze against his chest hair, pressing my face into his neck. His amazing scent, the chest I bounced against, his burning hands on my sensitive skin. One hand gripped his head, fingers tangled in his hair, while the other held his face. I stroked his beard, rubbed his jaw, and slipped my thumb into his mouth. He sucked on it, hard, pleading. I closed my eyes, gave in fully, and came hard, my body curling over his.

He grabbed my hips, urging me to continue. “Don’t stop; I’m about to come,” he said, taking over the rhythm and pumping me up and down like a rag doll with his hands under my ass. He was so strong, effortlessly lifting me to the tip of his cock and pulling me back down. I clung to his shoulders, watching his pleasure-fogged eyes and parted mouth. I watched his beloved face as his orgasm overtook him, felt his powerful body tense and spasm, and he pumped hot loads into me, again and again.

We clung to each other, two sweaty bodies that fit together perfectly. Our breaths slowed, our hearts beat in sync; I never wanted to let him go.

“Hello?” I said loudly, with a distinctly exaggerated “o.” I picked up the landline without reciting the usual, mandatory greeting. A lapse I was often guilty of, and I saw my boss shake his head at me. Half the time, I couldn’t manage to say the whole greeting correctly. It was, after all, an external line; I didn’t immediately recognize the mobile number and waited for a response on the other end.

“Is that really how you answer the phone?” asked a slow, lazy voice on the line. The voice was deep and couldn’t quite hide the hint of a grin. I recognized him instantly, of course: my obsession, my addiction, my downfall—the man of my dreams.

He didn’t call very often, and it still made me nervous. A little flustered, I replied, “What? Wasn’t it good enough?” while a blush crept up my cheeks. My coworker across the desk raised her eyebrows and silently mouthed, “Who is it?”

I waved off her curiosity, focusing all my attention on the dream man on the phone. He began to laugh, and his warm voice was a delightful rumble in my ear. It sent tingles to all kinds of places.

“Oh, it was fine; you can answer however you want,” he said. “You can do anything you want,” he added, “as long as you do it with me, if you know what I mean.” He laughed teasingly. I heard a bit of shuffling on his end, as if he was moving the receiver from one ear to the other. I couldn’t help it; I was completely excited just from his call. I loved hearing his voice in my ear. He made me laugh, and my blush deepened. Embarrassing.

“Can I help you with something?” I asked, trying to keep my cool.

“Yes, actually,” he said, hesitating a moment. “I’m here all alone, and I keep thinking about yesterday. About what we…” He paused. Was he stretching? It sounded as if he was leaning all the way back in an office chair—I could picture it perfectly. I closed my eyes, seeing him clearly before me. His unruly hair going every which way, his beard a bit scruffier than yesterday, his long body relaxed, maybe with his legs stretched out and his feet propped up on the table in front of him.

“In my car? Remember?” he said with a yearning tone.

“Of course, I remember,” I replied softly, swallowing hard. Honestly, I hadn’t been able to think about anything else all morning. “Why?” I asked him.

I longed for him so much it hurt. I only had his voice in my ear now, so I clung to it, wanting him to keep talking. It didn’t matter what he said. His hypnotic timbre stirred me just as much as his tantalizing scent. God, what a man.

“Oh, nothing,” he said. “I was just thinking about yesterday—about all the things you did to me.” I could hear a smile in his voice. He smacked his lips and swallowed audibly.

“Me?” I exclaimed, not caring about my surroundings. “Please!” The memory of yesterday played vividly before my eyes: our intertwined tongues, our fingers laced together. His forehead resting against mine. His amazing hands on my body, his lips on my nipples, his cock between my thighs, his cum between my legs. Turning my head in feigned indignation, I caught sight of my two colleagues pretending to be busy but clearly following every word of my conversation.

“Tell me what you’re wearing today,” he said provocatively. Fortunately, he was speaking softly enough that they couldn’t hear his side of the exchange. He drew in a sharp breath. “No, better yet, tell me what you can take off,” he said, and for the first time, I detected a hint of tension in his voice. “Can you take something off for me?” he asked, his breathing growing quicker. I rolled my eyes.

“Seriously,” I said, frustrated. Phone sex is only fun when both parties can join in. I turned my chair toward the window, looking out without seeing a thing. What I saw instead was a handsome man with dark, mischievous eyes and a wide, infectious smile. He loved teasing me.

“Guess what I’m holding,” he continued.

“Your phone?” I replied innocently, though I couldn’t keep a lustful note out of my voice.

“No, in my other hand,” he said patiently. I could feel the smile spreading across his face. He was having fun with this—more than that, he was pampering himself. I knew all too well what he was holding. Good for him. Meanwhile, I was feeling increasingly uncomfortable. Apparently, my emotions were easy to read on my face, so I braced for the inevitable: that my colleagues would be able to tell that the man I was speaking to was pleasuring himself. I sighed, exasperated.

“I’ve been at it for a while, you know,” he said, only making it worse. I pictured it again: he was still leaning back in his office chair with his feet up on the table, but now he was gripping his cock, slowly and blissfully stroking himself in my mind’s eye. His gorgeous shaft, stiff and hard and moist in his large hand.

As these intoxicating images played through my mind, I heard him moan. The sexy sounds he made came from deep in his chest, intense and raw. He was clearly alone, enjoying himself without any shame—and I could only listen. His lustful groans crept into my mind and twisted my stomach into knots. My pussy ached as my clit grew hard and swollen. I swallowed, wetting my dry lips.

“Maybe give me a little more detail so I can keep up,” I said, hoping to sound professional. His moaning paused, and he rewarded me with a delicious laugh. God, he was sexy.

“There’s not much to keep up with,” he said after a while. Silence followed. I could hear him sighing. His breathing was irregular, and he was making the most erotic sounds. It took all my self-control to keep my hands in place and not touch myself. My fingers tingled, and my pussy was begging for attention.

“I wish you were here holding me,” he said. “I wish you were touching my…” His last words trailed off, as if he were on the brink of release. I was already learning his sounds, recognizing them instinctively. Without realizing it, I held my breath, listening intently to his groans. I wanted to say something but couldn’t. I shouldn’t. My wet pussy throbbed between my legs as I heard him come. It was heaven.

“Shit,” he said, and I heard the squeak of an office chair. His curse snapped me out of my fantasy, back to reality. “Hold on, I need to clean this up,” he muttered over the phone. “What a mess.” I heard him laugh and talk to himself. He said, “Yeah, baby—sorry, I’ll call you back,” and hung up. I shook my head in disbelief, a wide smile on my lips. I pictured what had happened; he was there with cum stains on his uniform, fumbling like an awkward teenager, now searching for tissues. Beautiful.

I was still holding the phone receiver, though the dial tone was clearly audible by now. I felt unsatisfied and sweaty, but also exhilarated and energized. I kept staring out the window, thinking affectionately of my rugged macho washing his messy hands. I wanted to reach for my chest and squeeze, but I just managed to restrain myself in time. My colleagues were looking at me with curious expressions. I hung up.

“You’re looking a bit red,” my boss said, not so subtly. I looked away, unable to meet his gaze. My colleague across the desk was bursting with curiosity. I knew I’d have some explaining to do.

The precinct was deserted this early in the morning. He had texted me at dawn, asking me to come to this location. No further explanation, of course. He asked me to wait for him at the back door. He remembered I didn’t have a badge, but apparently, how I got to that door was my problem. Luckily, a team was just leaving as I arrived, and the metal gate around the precinct opened, letting me ride my bike onto the premises without any trouble.

It looked like it would be another warm summer day. A light mist scattered the orange light of sunrise, making way for clear skies and golden sun rays. I glanced around the parking lot and saw that all the patrol teams were out. Only a handful of cars remained, topped off by the impressive 4x4 of my secret lover. Just the sight of the pickup truck made my heart race.

He opened the back door before I even reached it, as if he’d been on the lookout. He didn’t say a word, took me by the elbow, and guided me through the secure entry. As assertive as ever, he pressed me against the wall, placing his hands on either side of my head, and leaned his large body into mine. Our mouths found each other even before the door clicked shut. Our kisses were urgent and feverish. We kissed full, long, and deep; our tongues pressed hard against each other; the sounds were loud and wet in the empty building. I scraped my mouth against his beard, running my tongue and lips over his teeth. He bit my lower lip and sucked on it. He smelled divine as always and tasted deliciously of coffee. God, what a man.

I opened my eyes at the same time he did. My heart skipped a beat as I looked into his eyes, seeing my own feelings reflected—my uncontrollable passion, my burning desire. A tear escaped my eye, rolling down my cheek. He licked it away.

“I missed you so much,” I said, my voice breaking slightly. He nodded. He gently wiped away a second tear with his thumb. He seemed like he wanted to say something but changed his mind. Then he hugged me sweetly, pulling me close. He held me with both arms around my neck as I wrapped my arms around his waist, placing my hands on his broad back. I rested my head against his strong chest. He kissed my forehead and brushed a strand of hair from my face. Our embrace lingered, but then his work phone rang. Initial annoyance instantly gave way to complete professionalism as he answered the call and stepped away from me. The police officer in him took over.

While he spoke, I regained some composure and wandered around the building. Without following what he was saying, I listened to his voice, savoring its sounds, his accent, his intonation, and his impatience. I was standing at the entrance of the cell block when I heard him behind me again. He finished the call, pocketed his phone, and slapped his hand on my shoulder.

“Come along for search and questioning,” he said in an authoritative police voice. What? With his other hand, he badged the door to the cell block open. Without waiting for the door to fully open, he shoved me inside with a firm grip on my shoulder. He steered me to a wall at the end of a long hallway. It was deathly quiet. The door to the cell block clanged shut behind us with a hollow metallic echo. I turned to look behind me, but he avoided eye contact, staying perfectly in character. It was almost eerie.

“Hands against the wall and spread your legs,” he commanded sternly. Fun. I could already guess where this game was going, and I obediently did as expected. He patted me down in a professional manner, following standard police procedures. His detached touches felt strange. Thankfully, it didn’t last long. After that initial scan, he stepped forward so that he was standing close to me. He towered over me and gripped my wrists. I couldn’t go anywhere, but I didn’t want to. Here was exactly where I wanted to be. He leaned into me, and I felt his crotch against me. His cock rested against that sensitive spot where the base of my back met the curve of my ass. His firm thighs pressed against mine, and I pushed back instinctively. I rubbed myself against him; he let me.

We moved in rhythm with his breathing—the warm air filling his lungs and his expanding chest lifting me up and down. Then he let his hands roam over my body again—but this time, not by the book. I closed my eyes, savoring the electricity he sent through my body. His left hand slipped under my top, squeezing my left breast just shy of painfully, while his right hand glided down my stomach toward my skirt. His breath was hot on my neck, his lips searing my skin, and his tongue sucked on my carotid artery; a shiver ran violently down my spine. Meanwhile, his hand was in my panties, and his cock was rock hard. With his warm hand on my mound, he sucked on my ear and kneaded my breasts.

He ran his fingers between my wet lips, brushing my clit gently yet expertly—the way he rubbed the moist nub was incredibly skilled and maddeningly arousing. My body jolted in response to the pleasure he created—I shuddered against his solid body, feeling only his fingers. Those perfect fingers hitting the core of my nervous system. In no time, he sent me into ecstasy. It was overwhelming. Unbelievable. I usually don’t come from fingering, except when I do it myself. Years ago, I once came from being fingered during a one-night stand. I still refer to that experience as “mister magic fingers.” That title could now be passed along. Wow.

Skilled, he built up a rhythm, sliding several fingers into my pussy and then swirling them, soaking wet, over my clit before plunging back into me. Harder and deeper with every thrust. I was making more and more noise—I’d completely lost control. I moaned with every breath and gasped with each intake of air. The sounds echoed through the silence around us. He covered my mouth with his palm and nestled his face into my neck.

“Shhh,” he whispered in my ear, but he quickened his pace, pushing his fingers deeper and deeper. The muscles in my hottest depths clenched around his wonderful fingers, and my hips pressed urgently against his thrusting wrist. With three of his delicious fingers inside my pussy and his thumb on my clit, I came hard, the waves of the orgasm lasting for what felt like minutes. Goosebumps covered my whole body.

His other hand moved from my mouth to my breasts, but I could barely bear his touch on my hypersensitive nipples. He kissed my neck again, leaving marks and gentle bites, then turned me around by my shoulders so I was facing him. He slipped his wet fingers into my mouth, and we licked them clean together. His eyes gleamed with excitement, his gaze intense, his hair messy and damp with sweat. God, he was sexy.

He grabbed my upper arm, and without letting me catch my breath, he led me to the nearest cell. The cell was a concrete room with a sink and a concrete bed without a mattress. Not exactly comfortable. Cameras were everywhere, but we felt like we were alone in the world.

He sat on the edge of the hard bed and placed me between his legs. He forced me to my knees; the ground was hard and painful. He stood back up, unzipped his pants, and pushed them down. Standing, he held my head and pushed his stiff cock into my mouth. Deep and forceful. I was overwhelmed by his arousing scent and salty taste. His hard cock felt enormous in my mouth. I gagged momentarily but then took him fully. My lips and tongue willingly indulged him. I gripped him with both hands, guiding his cock in and out of my mouth with light fingers, sliding over his skin, stroking his tip. I closed my eyes, letting my warm tongue roam fully over his throbbing shaft. I enjoyed it almost as much as he did. I heard him groan as he sat back down on the hard edge of the bed. With his hands on my head, he pushed me deeper onto his erection. I was ready for him and took him perfectly. It was blissful. Warm saliva ran over my lips and fingers. His wet cock slid faster and faster in and out. Then I felt his balls tighten, his arms tense, his hands grip my hair, and his tip dragged across my palate. He exhaled loudly, his cum hitting the back of my throat. Holding my head with his fingers in my hair, he kept me in place until he’d emptied his last drops and slumped over me, spent.

His cock softened gradually. I took him out of my mouth and carefully licked him clean, making sure no cum or saliva got on his uniform. I kissed his tip goodbye before tucking him back into his pants. Then I climbed onto his lap for a hug.

We kissed on the lips, exhausted and powerless. He rested his forehead against mine and smiled. I looked at him expectantly. He winked and nodded, satisfied.

He brushed the hair from my face, wiped my mouth clean, and buckled his belt. We stood up and left the cell without looking back. We walked hand in hand out of the cell block. As the door opened, we looked straight into the stunned and amused faces of four of his colleagues.

The cameras. Oops.

He picked me up at the church. It was already dark when I climbed into his big truck. The cabin light flicked on, revealing his handsome face. The warm glow on his dark hair made him even more inviting. His eyes, however, were inscrutable, and he seemed nervous, though it could have been tiredness. We leaned into each other and kissed softly. It was a short, tender greeting. He turned his attention to the road and started up the engine of his 4x4. I was so glad to be with him again. We hadn’t seen each other for a few days, and I had missed him terribly. After being caught by his colleagues, he’d pulled back a little. But he’d assured me there was nothing to worry about, as he and those four colleagues were good friends.

We drove to a friend’s apartment. That’s what he’d told me when we’d made plans. This way, we could be indoors and enjoy some intimate time together. I didn’t know who this friend was or if he would be there.

It was a beautiful, spacious apartment in another town. Loverboy apparently had the key and let us in without delay. As soon as the outside world was behind us, he grabbed me passionately. His arms wrapped around me, and he kissed me hungrily, urgently. He held me with his whole body, covering my forehead, neck, arms, and wrists with breathless kisses. In his eagerness, he pushed me up against a cabinet that wobbled, and I didn’t quite understand where the urgency was coming from. Didn’t we have all the time? Couldn’t we stay long? It remained a mystery until I suddenly heard a voice behind us.

“Hey,” said a deep, resonant male voice. A familiar voice. I knew this friend all too well. He was one of my lover’s police colleagues, and an especially attractive one at that, I must admit. He was even taller than my rugged man, with a broader chest, massive muscles, and a voice that melted my heart. Despite the shock, I was very happy to see him.

The two men greeted each other jovially. They clasped hands wordlessly, exchanging a look of understanding. My secret lover stepped aside and let the other man pass to approach me. He looked at me with a sweet smile on his broad face. He leaned over to greet me, but instead of a kiss on my cheek, he took me by the chin and kissed me fully on the lips. I felt his warm tongue glide past. My heart suddenly pounded in my throat, and I looked wide-eyed at my companion. What’s happening? Is this okay?

He watched us, entranced. Possessiveness flashed in his eyes, quickly replaced by a heated look. He pursed his lips and winked at us. Then he put his hand on his friend’s back as he kissed me again, this time opening my mouth and kissing me hotly, passionately, unrestrained. What a surprise! My body took over from my stunned mind and went along with it. I returned his kiss, savoring this new mouth on mine, those other lips tempting me, the exploratory play of our tongues. He kissed wonderfully, and I lost myself in the moment. He didn’t have a soft beard, but rough stubble that scraped and pricked. His eyes looked naughty and lustful. His lips were cool and moist, tasting of beer, gum, and cigarettes. He pulled me against him; all I felt were muscles and a very different male scent, heavier and fuller than the soft and sweet scent I’d become addicted to.

When he let go of me, I felt completely disoriented and absentmindedly replied to his question of whether I wanted something to drink. The men grabbed beers from the kitchen and sat down on a long couch. I got a soda. A floor lamp was lit in one corner, and a music channel played on the TV. With outstretched arms, they patted an inviting, narrow spot on the couch that they’d left for me. Seeing those two naughty, charming faces, I no longer doubted their intentions. Without hesitation, I sat between them—they didn’t have to ask me twice.

On both sides, I felt a solid male body, a long, muscular leg pressing against me, body heat warming me. Both men placed a hand on my ass; their fingertips touched as they stroked over and under my clothes. They took turns kissing me. One would hold me while the other drank his beer and watched. I indulged freely in both men. I tasted their sweat, ran my hands through their hair, licked their beards, and drank in all the sensations deeply. Their hands danced sensually over my body, igniting me in every possible spot. It made me incredibly aroused. When the host stood up to get more drinks, I saw he was just as aroused as I was. I looked at the bulge in his pants, trying to gauge what I had in store. He saw me looking, and a delicious grin appeared on his face. The two men made eye contact and laughed openly at each other—I wanted this so much!

He returned with three beers in each hand; apparently, they wanted to drink up a bit more courage first. Another thrilling moment was coming: pants would soon come off, inhibitions had to be overcome. I didn’t know if they’d done this before, but fortunately, this wasn’t my first time. Freeing myself gently from their embraces, I got up from the couch. I stood between the television and the two men, moving enticingly to the music as I slowly undressed for them. They sat on the couch, legs spread, watching silently as they drank their beers in big gulps. I was down to just my soaked panties when my dream man unzipped his jeans and pulled out his hard cock. He wrapped his big fist around the tip and blew me a kiss. Then I turned my back to them, glancing over my shoulder. I bent all the way forward, giving them a view of my pussy between my cheeks, and teasingly slid my panties down. Through my legs, I saw the other man also pull out his hard cock and hold it, but I couldn’t see much more. When I was completely naked, I turned back around and reached out my arms to them.

They stood up from the couch in unison, and one by one, each man took off his shirt. They bared their broad, muscular chests and took my breath away. Two pairs of the same dark eyes stared intensely at me. Two big, rugged hunks all to myself—I could hardly believe my luck. These men were gorgeous, and I shook my head in admiration.

In the bedroom, they kicked off the rest of their clothes and pushed me between them onto the bed. My lover leaned against the headboard and guided my mouth to his cock. I sucked him tenderly, positioning myself on hands and knees, raising my ass invitingly in the air. The other man didn’t hesitate, pressing his cock against my wet entrance. He gripped my hips and pushed himself deeply inside me. He was long and thick and wonderful. The impact pushed my lips further down the cock in my mouth, drawing moans from all three of us. The man behind me thrust steadily in and out of my pussy, focusing on his friend, who set the pace with his hands in my hair.

I folded one arm under my body. With my other hand, I fingered my clit and felt the new cock sliding into my pussy. The way he filled me hit a particularly sensitive spot, making me see stars. I felt his hand brush mine over my pussy, and that was all I needed. Moments later, I came phenomenally. The blinding orgasm made my spine arch, and my limbs trembled uncontrollably. I thrust my hips hard against the man behind me, choking on the man in front of me.

Over my head, the two men gestured to each other. I felt my rugged man release me and settle in the middle of the bed. He lay on his back and guided me onto his erection. He slid deliciously inside me, then stilled. He wrapped his arms around my neck and kissed my lips. Bit my lower lip. Pulled my body tightly against his. He pushed his tongue into my mouth, driving his cock even deeper inside me. Then I felt his thumb pressing between my cheeks, probing my other opening, and pausing. With glowing eyes, we locked gazes, and his look was questioning. I nodded, consenting. His thumb rotated as it pressed into me, but I was so aroused and turned on that I barely felt any resistance. He prepared me for his friend, who had begun rubbing against me. He supported himself on his strong arms, his biceps brushing my shoulders. His chest pressed against my back, and he pushed his hips against my ass. The thumb withdrew, and suddenly, I felt the tip of his cock pressing against my ass. I gritted my teeth, took a deep breath, and relaxed.

My resistance melted away effortlessly. Slowly but surely, his cock pressed deeper and deeper inside me, while the man beneath me looked intensely and unmoving into my eyes. Once I was completely filled from both sides, the larger man began thrusting steadily. Inside my wet warmth, his cock rubbed against the other, a sensation that immediately brought me to another orgasm. But they kept going. They pushed against each other, their tips grazing, moving together in rhythm within me. The man on top pressed his head into my hair on the left, while the man beneath nestled his face against my neck on the right. In a hypnotic rhythm, they slid in and out of me—their labored breathing quickening with each deep, internal touch. Their arms tightened around each other, and they groaned in unison as their climax approached. I’m convinced they could feel each other releasing. They pressed against me, painfully hard, from both sides.

The man on top relaxed and rested his weight on my back, prompting a protest from below. So they withdrew and lay, exhausted, on either side of me on the bed. Their cum flowed from me. We pulled the blanket over us and, wrapped in each other’s arms, fell asleep together.

Half an hour before the first guests arrived, there was a lively buzz in the cafeteria. Tonight was the winter barbecue for the staff, organized by my dream man—yes, he takes on these things, which suits him perfectly. I was also there, of course, helping out in the kitchen. Together with my colleague, who is also my best friend, I prepared the appetizers and drinks. Over the past few days, we’d talked a lot about my escapades. She kept encouraging me to follow all my impulses freely and found the whole thing highly entertaining. I couldn’t disagree.

The party was on the first floor, while the barbecue was set up outside. Out on the parking lot, but under a canopy, right next to the famous black 4x4. That’s where my rugged man was grilling the meat. He stood there alone, an apron tied around him, a massive meat fork in hand. Though I could see him the whole time from the kitchenette, I missed him terribly. He’d bring up the cooked meat and then head back outside. Occasionally, he’d pause to eat something himself. Hours passed. We only saw each other from a distance, barely interacted, and weren’t alone for a single moment. It was a test of endurance.

I could tell it wasn’t easy for him, either. Every time he came upstairs, his eyes would immediately search for me, but then he’d promptly turn the other way. We blended in seamlessly with the other attendees, drawing no attention to ourselves. The food was delicious, the atmosphere was great, so by all measures, it was a successful evening. But something was still missing for me, if you know what I mean.

When the last piece of meat finally came off the grill, and I saw my sweetheart dousing the coals, my heart skipped a beat. Down in the parking lot, he disappeared from view, meaning he was on his way upstairs. Alright, I knew what I had to do. I beckoned to my best friend.

“Tell him I’m by the desserts.” She knew exactly what and whom I meant; she nodded conspiratorially, and I left. The desserts were set up a little farther down the hall, in a kind of technical room kept relatively cool. Normally, it’s a place where no one goes; the central ventilation system is there, along with some extra refrigerators—a real storage room.

I only had a thin dress on, so I quickly felt chilly as I waited for him. Surrounding me were dozens of fruit tarts and bowls of chocolate mousse—the dessert we’d soon serve. I dipped my finger into a dollop of whipped cream, though I wasn’t really in the mood for it.

A second later, the door burst open, and there he was. My obsession, my addiction. He was sweaty and warm, smelling of charcoal and roasted meat. His muscles were taut, his big frame powerful and imposing. God, what a man.

“Finally,” was all he said before grabbing me and kissing me impatiently. We both felt a spark when our lips touched, but it didn’t slow us down. We pressed our tongues against each other, biting out pent-up desires and frustration. His beard scratched my lips and cheeks. I could feel the restrained desire surging through him as he pressed against me. He pulled down my panties, just barely restraining himself from tearing them apart.

We stood next to a large freezer, a humming machine as tall as a table. He turned me around and pressed me against it. One hand on my back, he bent me over the freezer, while with his other hand, he pulled my dress up over my ass. As he took out his hard cock, he ran his thumb over my pussy. He had nothing to worry about—I was soaking wet. My pussy was hot, swollen, and ready for rough action. Lucky, because without warning, he shoved his massive cock inside me.

He grabbed my hips firmly and fucked me hard. He drove his shaft into me faster and faster, chasing a release. I let him go all out, focusing on taking his untamed thrusts. Because he turned me on so much, and I’d been aroused for hours, my pussy was slick enough to handle the raw intensity. Still, it started to burn a bit. Just a little longer; he was close. The pain mingled with the heavenly sensation of being taken so intensely. God, what a stud. He spread my cheeks and lifted me off the ground. Moments later, he came wildly. I enjoyed it almost as much as he did—it felt so intense, so primal, so necessary. He collapsed onto me, his heavy body hot and sweaty, his heart pounding and thundering in his chest.

A moment later, he carefully lifted his torso off my back. He slowly pulled out, stroking my ass as he did. When I turned around, I saw him looking at me apologetically. He started to say something, but I placed a finger on his lips. I looked up at him, silently letting him know that nothing had happened without my full consent. He raised his eyebrows for a second and looked away. But then he looked back at me tenderly and gave me his beautiful smile. God, I loved him. And he looked so delicious—my sexy beast and sweet teddy bear. His eyes sparkling, hair tousled, big hands that seemed unsure of themselves, his cock still hanging out of his pants. I could just eat him up.

I kissed him and sat on the freezer. He stood between my legs, big and broad. He was very calm now, completely relaxed. I undid the top buttons of his shirt and stroked his neck and chest. I licked his carotid artery and felt the goosebumps rise on his skin. With my head buried in his collar, I inhaled his intoxicating scent deeply. He made me dizzy. God, he was sexy. He lovingly stroked my spine and kissed my forehead.

He noticed the desserts around us and grabbed a pot of chocolate mousse. With his left index finger, he started scooping up the mousse. I watched, fascinated, as he licked the chocolate off his finger—it was both a bit gross and completely hot. He wanted to feed me a chocolate-covered finger, but I refused—I really wasn’t in the mood. He looked at me, puzzled, but shrugged it off.

When the pot was half-empty, he set it aside and pulled off my dress. Then he smeared some of the chocolate mousse over my nipples and around my breasts. With a sticky tongue and hot mouth, he licked the chocolate off. He licked slowly and teasingly over my breasts; he took my nipples between his lips and sucked until they scraped against his teeth. With both hands, he grabbed my breasts and pressed them to his face. He smeared the chocolate everywhere. There was mousse in places I’d have a hard time explaining. He was getting aroused again. His cock was still out of his pants, and I gently stroked it.

“Can you go again?” I asked, looking at him mischievously. “I have a naughty idea.” I whispered in his ear what I had in mind. He chuckled and pursed his lips.

“That can work,” he said with a wink, “if you help.”

I got on my knees and took his cock into my mouth. His semi-hard cock lay heavy and delicious on my tongue. He smelled and tasted entirely of me. I circled his tip and shaft, sliding my lips over his length, feeling him grow and stiffen in my moist mouth. Without much ceremony, I built up a rhythm to bring him to a climax as efficiently as possible.

“Yes… wait…” he groaned, “yes… now…” I felt his balls tighten, and the first wave was already on its way. Quickly, I grabbed a strawberry tart from the table and held it under his cock. My other hand cupped over his tip so he wouldn’t spray everywhere. Just in time. He came without jerking, groaning intensely. He watched attentively as the results unfolded. A thick stream of cum spurted from his tip, coating my hand and dribbling onto the tart. A second and third spurt of cum dripped directly onto the dessert. It was his second orgasm, yet still a generous load; our plan had succeeded!

The cum blended perfectly with the whipped cream; you could hardly tell the difference. My cheeky lover plopped a large strawberry on top and spread his hands. We admired our creation and giggled with anticipation. It was high time for coffee and dessert. We put on our clothes and rolled the dessert cart to the dining area. My friend raised her eyebrows. She knew what our long absence meant and gestured that we should serve the pastries right away. Apparently, people had been waiting a while, and steaming cups of coffee were already out.

While I served the cream tarts, I kept a close eye on my sexy man. He carefully ensured that our tart went to the police chief; there was no chance of a mix-up. A few minutes later, we stood behind the bar together, each with a cup of coffee in hand, trying to look as casual as possible. The police chief bit into his cream tart. The creamy topping was everywhere. The whipped topping was on his fingers and stuck to his lips. He licked them clean with care. We burst out laughing when he clearly showed his enjoyment. And this time, I had to agree with him: it really did taste like more.

It was Tuesday afternoon, and the large supermarket was very quiet. A perfect time to stock up at my leisure without noisy kids underfoot. My cart was already well-loaded. I was in the drinks section of the massive store. The tall, unadorned warehouse shelves were full of pallets of water, sodas, beer crates, and cans. Row after row, meters high. It was fairly cool in there. No windows. The space was only lit by fluorescent lights on the ceiling. I was alone and wanted to grab a pack of sugar-free soda.

As I bent over to lift the heavy pack from the shelf, I noticed someone entering the aisle. The person also had a cart but left it in the corner and walked in my direction. It was a man; I felt his presence towering behind me and stifled an instinctive reaction of fear. I left the soda on the shelf and straightened up, hesitantly. The man was now right behind me. I could feel the warmth of his body; he took hold of my arms. I froze and stopped breathing. He immediately lowered his head to my neck and whispered in my ear: “Ssshhh.”

My body relaxed instinctively. I recognized his scent even before his voice. It was my obsession, my addiction, my sexy macho. I let my head fall back against his chest and breathed in and out slowly.

He slid his hands over my arms and grabbed my breasts. He kissed my neck; his rough beard gave me goosebumps, and his warm tongue left damp spots on my skin that cooled in the chilly air. I raised my right hand and tangled my fingers in his thick, unruly hair, probably making it even messier. He was so tempting, and he smelled so good. He groaned, slid a hand under my sweater, and played with one nipple. With his other hand, he gripped my hip and squeezed. I felt his excitement pressing hard against my back, sending a jolt of electricity to my core, and I groaned with him. I closed my eyes, letting myself drift on the waves of pleasure he caused. God, what a man.

When I couldn’t take it anymore, I pulled away and turned to face him. Like a ballerina, I spun in his arms. He guided me with a smooth motion and held me firmly against him after turning me 180 degrees. I felt his desire pressing against me and saw the tip of his cock peeking over his waistband. My eyes met his, and I drowned in the dark passion they held. We looked at each other for a long time. His gaze softened and became more melancholic.

“Hey,” he said tenderly.

“Hey,” I whispered back. I stood on tiptoe and kissed his lips. He leaned in and took my face in his hand. He kissed me warmly, wetly, and slowly, opening his mouth and drawing the air from my cheeks. We took our time enjoying each other and kissed for minutes until we heard a noise behind us.

An older woman had entered this part of the store and apparently hadn’t immediately noticed our shameless behavior. When she realized she had interrupted our passionate embrace, she took a few startled steps back and hurried out of the aisle. We heard her muttering angrily to herself as she went the other way, making us laugh.

God, he has such a beautiful mouth, such a mischievous smile, and he looked so naughty! Still grinning, he tried to kiss me again—our teeth clicked before our moist lips and tongues returned to a sensual oblivion.

He slipped his broad hands into my pants and slid over my buttocks, grabbing them and resting a cheek in each hand. I wrapped my arms around his neck. He moved me rhythmically against him—with his hands under my backside, he pulled me against his cock, grinding me against his hips. The bulge of his hard length rubbed provocatively against my center. Thanks to my damp pussy, my clit rubbed smooth and hard over his erection; four layers of clothing only made my approaching climax hotter. He could see in my eyes that I was about to come. His lips formed “ssshhh” as he kept the perfect rhythm, making me see stars. I closed my eyes and came powerfully, silently.

I’m sure we were behaving outrageously, but at that moment, I didn’t care. I could only think of him; the rest of the world was gone. We moaned aloud as he started building toward his own climax. Until we heard something again behind us.

Reluctantly, I opened my eyes. Looking over his shoulder, I saw a young man watching us. He stood unnoticed at the entrance of the aisle; who knows how long he’d been there. It was a bit unsettling, and I froze.

“What is it?” my lover whispered in my ear, his face still buried in my neck, breathing into my hair. His beard tickled, and I could feel he had his eyes closed.

“There’s someone watching us,” I said, “a young guy. He’s just standing there, watching.”

It pulled me out of the moment; I didn’t want to be discovered in public. That didn’t thrill me at all. I loosened my hold on him and looked again. Damn, it looked like the young man had his hand in his pants and was touching himself.

“He’s jerking off,” I hissed.

“So what?” my macho replied nonchalantly, still with his mouth in my hair, “let him.” I felt him smile.

“Is he cute? Otherwise, you could invite him to come closer.” He teased me but had stopped grinding against me. He sighed deeply and raised his head. The conscientious police officer in him quickly won out over his physical desire.

“Damn,” he said, straightening his whole body, pulling his hands out of my pants, and turning toward the voyeur. That was all it took for the young guy to bolt, disappearing from sight. My lover smirked, but his expression quickly changed when more people came around the corner. We couldn’t expect to stay alone forever. He scanned the area. Abruptly, he let me go and walked toward a metal door in the corner of the aisle. It was one of those wide doors with a bar across it instead of a handle. He pressed on the bar, and the door swung open soundlessly. He gestured impatiently for me to hurry.

“Come here, quickly.”

We slipped through the door, which closed before anyone could notice. We were in a dim storage room. Sparse light came through gaps under the door and narrow windows high above us. There was clearly no one around. He pulled me close.

Immediately, my sweater came off, over my head, and onto the floor. He briefly slid his tongue into my mouth, then licked my bare breasts wholeheartedly. I wasn’t very warm, and my nipples stood proudly in both directions. I leaned forward a bit to make my breasts appear larger. Meanwhile, he was already undoing my pants and pulling them down. In the motion, his face brushed over my damp panties, and he unabashedly inhaled my scent. With his teeth, he pulled my underwear down along with my jeans.

I smoothly stepped out of my jeans and kicked them aside. Today, I happened to be wearing my red pumps; not the most practical choice for shopping, but incredibly sexy when you’re naked in a dark warehouse—I wore only the red high heels and felt like a model out of a magazine.

He looked around and gestured to a sturdy stack of pallets nearby. He spread our jackets over them and helped me onto them. I lay on my back, drawing my knees up for him. The pallets were a blessing; they were stacked at the perfect height. He fingered my clit while he rested my legs against his torso. My red shoes framed his face as he kissed my calves, looking positively radiant. With his wet fingers, he guided his cock inside me. God, it felt so good! He felt hard and immense; he spread me in a way I hadn’t felt with him before. He closed my legs and held onto my thighs. With his eyes closed, he rocked into me, resting his cheeks against my calves. I turned the heels of my red shoes away so I wouldn’t hurt him. I could feel him managing to pull himself all the way out of me each time, only to push back in completely to his balls. He moved gently and tenderly—building up his pleasure very slowly and holding me affectionately against him.

Finally, he took hold of my ankles and finished with a few perfectly aimed thrusts. A shiver of pleasure and chill ran through my entire body. He folded my legs against me, looking at the red pumps once more.

“Wear those shoes again next time!” he winked.

‘“When are you free?” he texted.

My heart began to race, and my fingers trembled over my phone screen. I wanted this so badly, I wanted him so badly, but I wasn’t supposed to. Not at all. And yet, I couldn’t think of anything else.

About him. His playful eyes and beautiful smile. His jet-black hair and magnetic presence. The sexy policeman of my dreams. For weeks, I’d thought about us, fantasized about him, felt him between my legs, on my lips, and against my breasts. With every wink he gave me, my willpower broke down a little more.

“Tonight?” I texted back, pretending as if nothing had happened, as if I hadn’t written anything at all. I didn’t dare admit that I really wanted to cross the line. He didn’t reply and left me anxiously waiting.

Before I knew it, evening had arrived, and he was at my door. I quickly let him inside. We stood together in the dark entryway, close in silence. I breathed in his intoxicating scent and savored the warmth radiating from him. He unzipped his thick winter jacket. I felt us both smiling at each other. Without a word, he stepped up and kissed me full on the mouth. It was as mesmerizing and exciting as the first time. His soft lips moved over mine, his tongue sliding hotly into my mouth and pressing without hesitation against my eager tongue. He tasted of soda and the cold night air. I couldn’t get enough; it made me dizzy.

He was tall and slender, but also strong and imposing. Kissing him was divine; I drank in every moment. One of my hands rested on his neck, and I slowly ran my fingers through his hair. My other hand slid carefully over his back, under his clothes. As he let his hands wander over my hips and backside, I pressed my core against his legs. My body was screaming for more, and I pulled him closer. Even through our winter clothes, I could feel his desire building too. I moaned, sucking hungrily on his tongue and teeth. I ran my hand through his hair again, then took off his jacket. I held his hand in mine and led him to the living room.

“Would you like something to drink?” I asked, suddenly unsure how to carry myself.

“I’m not here for a drink,” he teased, his voice as tantalizing and playful as always. Again, I could hardly believe he was actually standing here in my living room. His long fingers traced over my face, and I could see he wanted this just as much as I did. We both knew it was really going to happen.

Moments later, we ended up on the couch, basking in the glow of the Christmas tree. My lips were sensitive and swollen from all the kisses, but we weren’t about to stop. We kept giving each other playful kisses as we pulled off each other’s clothes. I straddled him, pressing my hard nipples against his muscular chest. His long arms wrapped around me, pulling me close. We held each other tightly, a delicious warmth spreading over our bodies; we grew intensely aroused and began rhythmically moving against each other. He stroked the sides of my breasts and teasingly slid a finger into my soaking wet panties. My arousal made his dark eyebrows lift in surprise. He was driving me insane with lust. My core was on fire. When I couldn’t bear the built-up tension any longer, I took the rest of our clothes off. His hard cock stood ready and proud, waiting for action. I let my fingers drift feather-light along its length and gave the tip a quick kiss. Then, I placed my knees on either side of this divine man and slowly lowered myself onto him. Bit by bit, he filled me—hard, hot, and deep. I gasped because it felt unbelievably wonderful. Immediately, I slid back up, then let him slide back into me, this time achingly slow. I savored every inch. He gazed at me gently, patiently, as I shivered with pleasure. Goosebumps appeared all over my body.

Then, I couldn’t hold back anymore and began moving faster and faster on his beautiful cock; I buried my face in his neck and breathed him in deeply. Without restraint, I thrust him as deeply as possible inside me, rubbing my clit rhythmically against his hard body. After months of sexual tension, I could finally give in to temptation, and it didn’t take long before I felt my climax approaching. I held onto his head with one hand, fingers tangled in his hair. I moaned softly in his ear, closed my eyes, and let go completely. My muscles clenched powerfully around him, and my orgasm went on and on. As I came in long, overwhelming waves, I could feel the tension building in him too.

He gripped my hips, urging me to keep going. “Don’t stop,” he said, as he took over the rhythm and lifted me with his hands on my hips, thrusting me onto him. I held onto his shoulders, watching him intently. I could see on his handsome face how the orgasm was overtaking him, feel how his muscular body tensed, and how he released a hot load inside me, again and again. We clung to each other, our sweaty bodies pressed close as our racing heartbeats slowed. He kissed me tenderly, carefully; electricity sparked over our wet lips. We lay together on the couch, pulling a blanket over us, savoring the afterglow.

Afterward, he left my place quietly, leaving behind a hollow emptiness. I settled back into the couch, feeling uneasy. Tears of happiness and regret mixed on my cheeks and rolled down my face.

It was Tuesday afternoon, and I made an unannounced visit to the station of my rugged macho. He was in a meeting with a few senior officers, but when I arrived, they immediately paused their conversation to greet me jovially. I saved my sweet loverboy for last, kissing him after everyone else. He wrapped an arm around me, placed a soft kiss on my cheek, and gently asked how I was doing. I leaned in close to him, breathing in his heavenly scent. We could no longer fully hide the intimacy that had built up between us. My face flushed when I saw the others watching us. Without a word, I continued through the rooms to greet the other colleagues, lingering a bit everywhere. My visit was just a stopover, and I didn’t really have a reason to be here. Through the glass walls, I noticed that he was keeping a sharp eye on me, so I made sure to stay within his view as much as possible.

I eventually landed in the large newsroom right next to my dream man’s office. About eight police officers were there, half of them about to leave. Perfect. Because while he could watch me kiss the others, he would also have to watch as I flirted with a handsome colleague, flashing him my best smile. I even stuck out the tip of my tongue briefly. My loverboy became visibly irritated. My innocent teasing irked him, and his dark brows furrowed. It was amusing because I knew how distracted he actually was, even though he had to stay focused on his meeting. It took everything not to keep glancing at him. My entire body craved him, but the situation required patience.

The four remaining officers were each charming in their way—nice to look at, with just the right mix of machismo and testosterone to keep things interesting. They were in uniform and ready for action, an added bonus. I was particularly drawn to one attractive colleague with a shaved head and a dark, sexy stubble. He looked fit and sharp, with piercing eyes that seemed to see right through me, but his most striking feature was his dazzling smile. It was a gift from the gods—just beautiful. I made it my mission to coax that smile out of him as often as possible. I focused all my energy on him, feeling myself growing more attracted to him every minute. It must have been obvious that I was flirting with him, and the other guys respected my choice, chatting among themselves and letting us be.

I sat in the chair right next to him, and by now our seats were so close together that our legs touched. At one point, he placed his hand on my knee and gave it an affectionate squeeze. His boldness surprised me. The contrast was intriguing; he seemed so shy yet acted with such confidence. My breathing visibly quickened at his touch. It was incredibly arousing, but he acted as though he hadn’t noticed. His hand on my leg, innocent as it may have seemed, burned into my skin, awakening far more in me than I wanted to admit. Without making eye contact, he asked if I’d like to go along for a ride with him afterward. Meanwhile, his hand moved over my thigh, his thumb edging into dangerous territory, and his advances threw me off balance. Of course, I wanted to ride with him later—it all seemed so exciting as long as he kept giving me that magnificent smile and holding his hand on my leg. He squeezed my knee again, warmly, saying we’d go on that ride right away.

“Our good friend won’t be happy if he sees us like this,” he chuckled, nodding toward dispatch. To emphasize his point, he brushed a strand of hair from my face. His fingers were slender and gentle, moving slowly, caressing my forehead and cheek. He was sitting with his back to the glass, so he couldn’t see what was happening behind him. I, on the other hand, looked straight into my lover’s eyes, which were blazing. He hadn’t missed a second of my interaction with the competition; his hands were clenched, and he was nervously biting his lip. I quickly looked away, right back at the man before me. He sat there calmly and relaxed, flashing that blinding smile once more.

The other team had since left, and it seemed like it was time for us to go too. He reluctantly let go of my knee and stood up, gesturing to his partner—a young guy who hadn’t been with the department long. Well-built, but not my type. The partner looked relieved since he’d been sitting there somewhat lost at a computer with only the screensaver playing.

My seducer said, “We’ll be leaving in five minutes,” while resting his hand on my shoulder. “I’ll come get you right away,” he continued, lightly brushing my cheek. He winked as he walked away, all very promising. I was genuinely curious.

While they went to get their things, I waited in the hallway. Sure enough, less than ten seconds later, my loverboy came striding out of his office. He looked angry and hurt, which somehow made him endearing. He ran his hand through his unruly hair, making it stand up all over the place. He was breathtaking. And man, he was sexy. I wanted to hug him and tell him not to take it all so seriously, but that wasn’t an option.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked, his voice grim. It sounded much deeper than usual, and he was using his height and bulk to intimidate me.

Did he think he could control me now? I had provoked this confrontation, yet I was still surprised by how strongly he reacted, especially after we’d already experimented with someone else together.

“Nothing,” I snapped back, feeling a little annoyed. He looked at me, and I shook my head. I wanted to stroke his cheeks, caress his face, and kiss him. Instead, I briefly touched his arm and sighed in frustration. He didn’t move.

“I can’t leave right now,” he said, glancing back at the office where the rest were still meeting. “Just wait a bit longer, and I’ll drive you back,” he pleaded, his voice still low but much less severe.

I wanted to stay, but that would mean waiting again. Besides, the idea of that ride was playing in my mind, and the invitation was simply too tempting. A hint of curiosity and mischief came over me as I thought of that dazzling smile from the other man. He noticed and ground his teeth in jealousy. Just then, the rival reappeared. He was carrying his bulletproof vest over his shoulder and buckling his belt.

“Coming?” he called down the hall. He saw me standing with my rugged macho, sensed the tension between us, and raised his eyebrows. His intense gaze shifted provocatively from me to his colleague and superior.

“Yes, I’m coming,” I called back, giving my macho a regretful look. I touched his arm again, but he pulled back in annoyance and stepped into his office without a backward glance. I had no choice but to leave.

The patrol car was parked out front. I took a seat in the back, and the two officers sat up front. We hit the road, and I sent a quick update to my best friend, who loved hearing about these developments. I even snapped a quick photo from my spot; I found it all terribly exciting.

That famous ride didn’t last long, as we arrived at our destination less than ten minutes later. We parked at the back of a large building I didn’t recognize. The small parking lot was empty, and the doors of the building looked anonymous. He apparently had a key, and we all stepped inside. We were in a kind of garage for trucks. To the left was a small office. The lights were off; it was empty and quiet. It smelled clean, like cleaning supplies and morning coffee. In the office stood a large leather couch—old and worn, probably brought in from someone’s home. My seducer took my hand and sat with me on the couch. His young partner had disappeared out of sight, though I had no idea where he’d gone.

“Now we’ve got a few minutes to ourselves,” he whispered in my ear, leaning over me. Nothing gave away whether this was a habit for him or something exceptional. He took my face gently in his hands and kissed me. First, he kissed me lightly, a few butterfly kisses that explored my mouth. His dark stubble prickled, just like the tip of his tongue. Amazing—so arousing. Kissing for the first time, a new and unfamiliar mouth on yours. Unfamiliar scents, surprising touches, hot lust racing through your blood. What an incredible range of sensations; I felt lightheaded. Our tongues danced invitingly, his lips brushed tenderly against mine, his fingers stroked my face, and when we finally went for a deep kiss, it was breathtaking.

The passion and heat with which he suddenly twisted his tongue around mine took me by surprise, and I responded with equal passion. I lost myself entirely in him, surrendering completely. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing because, before I knew it, I was lying down on the couch, and he had maneuvered himself over me. Skillfully, we slipped off my panties, and he fingered me sensually while his tongue and lips sparked fireworks. He was incredibly skilled, and I lost all sense of time and place. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I wanted to reach for his pants, but I was too lost in the moment to do anything. I let him dominate me, enjoying every second. I could feel his erection pressing against my pussy, desperate for release.

Hij was niet opvallend groot geschapen, maar hij had verdomd goed door hoe hij zijn troeven moest uitspelen. Terwijl hij zich in mij schoof en me vulde, hield hij nauwgezet in de gaten waarop ik reageerde en  wat ik lekker vond. Hij deed dan ook precies wat ik verlangde van hem, ik heb geen idee hoe hij dat voor elkaar speelde. Het was verrukkelijk. Elke beweging, elke aanraking en elke stoot jaagde elektriciteit door mijn lichaam. Het universum bestond uitsluitend uit zijn lichaam op het mijne en het duurde niet lang voordat ik kon genieten van een subliem en meeslepend orgasme dat al mijn verwachtingen oversteeg. Ik gilde het uit en drukte mijn hoofd in de zetel. Ik was helemaal van de wereld.

Ik keek onscherp uit mijn ogen toen hij me bereed en naar zijn eigen climax werkte. Zijn gezicht vertoonde pure extase, hij focuste op mij en pompte keihard verder. Niet veel later kwam ook hij klaar, in mijn hete poesje, terwijl we elkaar strak in de ogen keken en ik mijn benen rond zijn lichaam klemde. Man, man, dit was minstens even goed als de seks die ik had met mijn stoere macho. Ik zuchtte diep en trok zijn hoofd tegen mijn borsten. Hij bleef maar komen en komen, hij vulde me met zijn zaad en bedolf me met lieve kusjes.

Jammer genoeg verliep daarna alles een beetje te vlug. Voor ik het wist stonden we weer opgekuist en aangekleed in het kantoor. Hij nam me terug mee naar de hangar, waar de jonge partner al stond te wachten en ik werd teder maar kordaat in de combi gezet. Naspel was er niet en ik zat alleen op de achterbank terwijl we naar mijn eindbestemming reden. In mijn hoofd herhaalde de film van het afgelopen halfuur zich en ik kon bijna niet geloven dat het allemaal werkelijk gebeurd was...

We stopten voor mijn commissariaat. Tijd om afscheid te nemen. Mijn verleider schoof de deur van de combi voor me open en zei: ‘Alsjeblieft mevrouw,’ met een brede glimlach op het gelaat. Die verdomde glimlach bleef inslaan als een kanonskogel. We wisselden een blik van verstandhouding en ik stapte uit. 

‘Tot de volgende keer,’ zei hij zacht toen ik vlak naast hem stond. Zijn woorden hielden een nieuwe belofte in. Met tegenzin liep ik van hem weg terwijl hij me nakeek en vertrok. Het was pas op mijn stoel aan mijn bureau dat ik me realiseerde wat ik nu eigenlijk gedaan had. Mijn hart klopte in mijn keel en ik dacht aan mijn geheime minnaar. Kon ik dit slippertje verbergen voor hem? Onmogelijk.

Een uurtje later - het was intussen bijna tijd om te stoppen met werken - belde mijn droomvent. Ik voelde me nog niet klaar voor een gesprek met hem, dus ik nam de gsm niet op. Terwijl zijn liedje speelde, schoot een kramp van verlangen naar hem door mijn hele lichaam. Na de gemiste oproep ontving ik een berichtje.

‘Ik moet je NU zien,’ sms’te hij.

‘Ja, ik kom,’ stuurde ik terug en nam vlug mijn spullen. Ik verliet nog maar net het commissariaat toen zijn 4x4 kwam aangestoven. Ik stapte in - hopelijk onopgemerkt - en we reden de ondergrondse parkeergarage in.

Hij parkeerde in een onverlichte hoek op een lagere verdieping en stapte uit zonder iets te zeggen. Hij ging op de achterbank zitten en wachtte. In mijn gedachten zag ik zijn rivaal weer voor mijn ogen, voelde ik nog zijn handen op mijn lijf, zijn lippen op mijn borsten en met een schok herinnerde ik me het verraderlijke vocht in mijn slip. Mijn wangen kleurden rood en ik schaamde me opnieuw voor mijn bedrog.

Zijn gezicht stond stuurs, ik zag het in de achteruitkijkspiegel. Hij vroeg zich waarschijnlijk af waar ik bleef. Dus ik volgde zijn voorbeeld, stapte uit, nam de andere deur en schoof naast hem op de achterbank van de grote pick-up truck.

Ik wist niet goed wat te zeggen, dus zei ik maar niets en wachtte onrustig af. Hij nam mijn hand en legde die op zijn kruis. Hij was hard en enorm; ik omklemde hem, maar ik bewoog verder niet.

‘Doe mij dat niet meer aan,’ zei hij en bleef recht voor zich uit kijken, ‘ik werd zot.’ Ik slikte oncomfortabel. En dan wist hij nog maar de helft. Ik bleef stil, liet mijn hand bewegingsloos op zijn kruis liggen en hield krampachtig mijn adem in. Ik stond op het punt hem alles op te biechten, want ik ontplofte van de schuldgevoelens. Hij schoof onderuit in de zetel en begon zijn broek los te maken.

‘Kom,’ zei hij, ‘ik kan niet meer wachten.’ Hij trok zijn broek naar beneden en schopte zijn schoenen uit. Dan nam hij me op zijn schoot. We keken elkaar voor het eerst recht aan. Ik zag zijn geile blik veranderen toen ik tegenover hem zat. Mijn blik kon mijn bedrog niet verbergen.

Hij fluisterde: ‘Zeg dat het niet waar is.’ Hij keek me onderzoekend aan, maar ik vermeed zijn ogen.

‘Zeg dat het niet waar is, ‘herhaalde hij. Ik zat op zijn schoot, maar mijn spieren stonden volledig gespannen en ik probeerde een afstand tussen ons te bewaren. Hij nam mijn kin vast, maar nog ontweek ik zijn doordringende blik. Ik voelde spijt voor mijn verraad en tegelijkertijd verontwaardiging over het kruisverhoor. Ik wist met mezelf geen blijf. Ik wilde dat hij terug gewoon deed en dat ik me zonder verder nadenken op zijn harde pik mocht zetten.

Gejaagd deed hij mijn kleren omhoog en scheurde nog maar eens een slipje aan flarden. Zijn eisende vingers baanden zich een weg in mijn poesje.

‘Godverdomme, fucking godverdomme!' riep hij uit toen hij het sperma uit mijn kutje zag druipen. ‘Dat meen je niet!’ riep hij, maar in mijn ogen las hij de waarheid.

Onverhoeds bewoog hij zich, ik viel bijna achterover. Maar hij had me stevig vast en trok me naast zich op de zetel. Hij duwde me neer en kwam bovenop mij liggen. Ik besefte dat de situatie explosief was, maar zijn lichaam zo zwaar en dwingend op het mijne maakte me gek van verlangen. Hij steunde op één hand en met de andere nam hij mijn keel vast. Hard. Hij duwde mijn hoofd achterover zodat het tegen de autodeur wrong. Zijn gewicht drukte de lucht uit mijn longen. Ik voelde de fysieke macht die hij over mij had. Hij kreunde als een gewond dier. Zo had ik hem nog niet gezien. Hij was nijdig en onbeheerst.

Ondanks alle pijn raakten we verschrikkelijk opgewonden en was de situatie bijzonder seksueel geladen. Hij lag tussen mijn geopende benen, hij drukte op mijn borsten, ik kreunde smekend, mijn natte poes verlangde wanhopig naar hem. De hele auto rook naar seks. Zijn pik stond nog steeds keihard en hij stak zich in één vloeiende beweging in mij, glijdend door het verraderlijke sperma van zijn kameraad. 

Hij sloot zijn ogen en neukte me alsof ik er niet was. Het kon hem niet schelen wat ik voelde en of ik ervan genoot. Hij ging gewoon recht op zijn doel af en gebruikte hiervoor mijn lichaam. Hij was boos en sterk en bewoog zich hard en zonder mededogen. Hij kreunde diep en agressief en dwong zichzelf om zo vlug mogelijk klaar te komen. Het was eigenlijk super geil, maar ik probeerde mijn opwinding te verbergen terwijl ik genoot van zijn bruut geweld. Een paar ogenblikken voordat hij klaarkwam, trok hij zich uit mijn kut en legde zijn grote stijve pik op mijn buik. Toen spoot hij me vol. Zijn hete zaad belandde op mijn ribben, in mijn navel en op zijn handen. Het sperma liep in lange slierten langs de zijkant van mijn buik naar de zetel. Het kwam terecht tussen onze dijen en vermengde zich met ons zweet. Vijf, zes keer schoot hij zijn witte vocht over me uit voordat hij ineenzakte. Hij liet zijn hoofd op mij rusten, perste de laatste druppels uit zijn pik en haalde zwaar adem. Zonder me aan te kijken kroop hij van mij.

Hij zette zich terug recht in de zetel en trok me mee. Ik hing vol sperma. Het zat tussen mijn benen, het plakte van mijn tepels tot mijn knieën. Zijn broek hing er vol van, het besmeurde zijn mooie lederen zetels, ik voelde het zelfs in mijn haar en op mijn armen kleven.

‘Godverdomme,’ vloekte hij nog eens, maar de energie en frustratie waren uit zijn stem verdwenen. Er was wel nog een koude afstand tussen ons. Ik wilde het ijs breken, ik wilde mijn lieve macho gewoon terug.

‘Het zaad van een maat…’, fluisterde ik.

Ik keek hem ondeugend aan. Hij schudde zijn hoofd in ongeloof en keek naar mijn afwachtende gelaat. Dan trok hij me tegen zich aan, legde mijn hoofd tegen zijn zwoegende borstkas en kuste mijn haar. Maar uit mijn ooghoeken had ik gezien dat een brede glimlach op zijn gezicht was verschenen.

The annual barbecue of the intervention team was held this time at a soccer clubhouse. The sun shone warmly over the green soccer fields as policemen and women arrived with partners and kids in tow. The lively group gathered around playing children and a bounce house. As usual, I lent a helping hand with my colleagues, while my rugged lover took charge of the organization, albeit, as always, with more good intentions than skill.

He paced back and forth, talked to the caterer, and briefed us behind the bar. Meanwhile, the last tables were being set, and a DJ was setting up next to the bar. It was a joy to see him in all his glory again; it had been so long. My rough macho was dressed relatively stylishly in blue shorts and a white shirt, and look, no socks with his boat shoes! He had lost weight in recent months and looked a bit less imposing. His dark eyebrows and stern gaze somewhat made up for it, though, and thankfully, his trademark messy hair kept his charm factor high. I loved running my fingers through it. Man, was he sexy. He was the reason I was here. But I avoided him and kept my eyes down. This time, I was quiet and distracted.

This was my last barbecue. This was my last party with them. Next week, I’d be leaving these colleagues and friends behind for a new job. It made me feel nostalgic and lonely at this cheerful, lively gathering.

Men clapped each other on the shoulders, glasses were filled, children rode ponies, and laughter rang out across the grass. Everyone was here! There came the broad-shouldered chief inspector, booming with his deep voice. Loud and extroverted as always, he made his way through the crowd. He greeted me jovially, though his eyes were hidden behind mirrored sunglasses. Then there was the handsome, slender intervention inspector with the dazzling smile. He walked over to me. His charming smile warmed my heart, and his dark eyes looked at me searchingly. As we greeted each other, that mysterious shyness left his gaze for a moment, and I saw something sensitive in his eyes. He knew I was leaving, and it was hard for him to accept my departure. I offered him a drink, which he took with both hands, his long fingers brushing over mine, lingering in a gentle touch on the inside of my wrist. We held onto the moment a little longer, then inconspicuously moved apart.

During dinner, our eyes met a few more times. Those fleeting, hidden glances made me feel shy. It felt as though I barely knew him, although his eyes told another story. The softness in his eyes I’ll never forget, nor the strength of his captivating smile.

The big, rugged man kept his distance from my sexy macho. They exchanged neither words nor glances that evening. I’d noticed that things hadn’t been great between the two comrades lately. Something had happened, though I didn’t know exactly what. The larger man, meanwhile, didn’t leave a particularly favorable impression. His high alcohol intake stood in stark contrast to my dream man’s restraint. He drank one beer after another. His dark eyes were glassy, and his cheeks had a flushed glow. When he ordered another drink from me, he placed his massive arms on the bar, drumming his fingers on the wood. We had nothing to say to each other. I handed him his bottles, and he winked kindly. Goodbye, man, I wish you well.

Later in the evening, my sexy neighborhood inspector also showed up. He was taking over the night shift from the partying colleagues and stopped by to say hello. Seeing him was the cherry on top. He looked particularly attractive: that bulletproof vest paired with that eternally enticing look of his. He seemed pleasantly surprised to see me there and struck up a conversation at the bar. I will always remember him as the man who broke down my resistance. It was so hard not to flirt with him. His manner was relaxed, his conversation light, and his eyes held promises he couldn’t keep. We both knew nothing would come of us; we’d already had our high point. There was nothing left but to let it fade slowly. We exchanged a look of understanding. A melancholic acceptance passed between us before he walked away without looking back.

By then, it was pitch dark. While the rest chatted around the smoldering coals outside, drinking more than was good for them, I stayed behind in the empty clubhouse with my lover. His presence brought me peace. My obsession, my addiction. We stood shoulder to shoulder washing dishes. We worked together wordlessly, comfortable in a silence that needed no explanation. I felt good with him. We carried empty pots and pans to the back of his 4x4, parked next to the kitchen. When the last dish was washed, and only a few beers were still being ordered, he said, “Come, I’ll take you home.”

In the same atmosphere of comfort and nostalgia, we drove to my house. The massive SUV purred like a cat, gliding invincibly through the night. It felt like we were the only two people in the world. I savored the intimate ride – my last trip in this beloved 4x4.

He stopped in front of my house. A light was still on, and he nodded toward it. I nodded back. The car turned, and the cabin light stayed off. In the glow of the streetlamp, he looked at me. His dear face looked tired, calm, and kind. I gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you,” he said. “For everything,” I read in his eyes.

I looked at him, shaking my head, and shrugged shyly. It had been my pleasure. I smiled at him but had to turn away to hide my tear-filled eyes. Would he ever know what he had meant to me, that he would always have a place in my heart? I turned and walked to my front door. The deep roar of the engine behind me cut through the night as he drove away, and I fought the urge to look back. Oh, how I was going to miss him. Man, man, what a man.