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She sat up and looked out the window at the policeman’s rather large crotch. “Boy that’s a big gun you have there, officer,” she said. “I’m sorry, but I can’t find my license or any identification. I must have left them at home.”
“Step out of the car, please, ma’am.”
Her heart racing with adrenaline, she stepped out of the car. The policeman had a muscular frame and was extremely handsome. He stared at her in awe.
She was statuesque with long blonde hair and wore a short skirt and halter-top with no bra and high heels. She always dressed to accentuate her looks—she always got out of sticky situations with them.
“Ma’am, there was a car stolen earlier this evening matching yours. Do you have anything to prove ownership or your ID?”
“No, I’m sorry,” she said, gazing into his eyes and smiling devilishly. “There’s got to be some way we can work this out.”
He looked sternly back at her, obviously not impressed with her actions. “Now listen, the person we’re looking for is armed and dangerous. I’m going to have to search your car.”
He found nothing but a couple roaches in the ashtray and a pair of expensive red lace underwear under the seat. While he searched, Vicki looked at him and flirted openly, leaning over to show her large breasts in her loose fitting top and giving him a good look as they brushed against his arm. The cool night air made her nipples hard. They jutted proudly out, showing through her top.
“Well there’s nothing in here but I’m afraid I’m going to have to search you also,” he said raising an eyebrow.
They walked to the other side of the car away from the road, and she leaned against the side of the car in the standard spread-eagle position. He moved his hands from around her ankles, up the sides of her muscular calves to her strong thighs. He stopped as his search confirmed she wasn’t wearing any panties.
“I’d better make sure this is a thorough search for any concealed weapons.”
He ran his large hands against the cheeks of her ass and
pushed her against the car. The cold steel excited Vicki. The icy cold against her chest accentuated the fire in her backside. He spread her legs apart farther to continue his search. His hands pressed against the puffy mound between her legs, and Vicki moaned while he stroked it with his fingers.
“What kind of gun do you carry out here in the sticks?” she mumbled, as he rubbed harder between her legs. “A .38?”
As he yanked off his belt and pulled his pants down, she reached back and grabbed onto his gun. “Oh, that’s definitely a .44 magnum.”
He grunted as he mercilessly drove his gun into her. Every thrust had her slamming harder and harder against the hood. The icy chill sent electric shocks through her as her breasts pressed against the cold steel. He reached under her shirt and grabbed both of them in his hands and squeezed hard, as he pulled her against his hardness. He pulled up her top, exposing her large heaving breasts and slammed her chest hard against the frigid hood. Increasing the tempo, he reached up to her shoulders and furiously pounded against her hot fire. She felt him swelling inside her. His grunts became more intense and louder, her skin flushed and her pulse quickened towards the peak of her excitement.
When her orgasm started, she leaned down and grabbed onto her knee to keep from falling as he rammed into her like a jackhammer. He stopped with a hard, deep drive into her. Ecstasy swept through him and he exploded into her with his hot fluids. His knees weakened and he staggered backwards.
Just then another police car showed up. He pulled up his pants and Vicki adjusted her clothes, as the other policeman got out of his car and walked up.
“Jesus Dave, you had us worried. We’ve been calling and you didn’t answer.”
The officer looked over to Vicki who was leaning against her car with her head spinning. “You know, Dave, if you’re going to meet your wife for dinner just ask. You don’t need to make a scene.”
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The Cheating Bitch
Norm decided to surprise Brandy at home one day. He was always so busy with work and running around, he wasn’t what you would call attentive to her needs. Not as much as he could have been anyway. She stayed home alone waiting for him to get back from work, then they’d sit and talk about his day. She was still in good shape, but the way they used to go on trips and run around were now just a memory. She was actually getting kind of lazy just lying around the house.
So as Norm pulled up in the driveway, he laughed to himself thinking how surprised Brandy would be if he went in through the back of the house.
As he approached the back gate to the pool area, he heard a grunting sound. He ignored it, not even imagining what it might be, while he reached for the gate latch. Looking around the side of the house, he admired the large backyard.
Stunned, he stared blankly. Over by the hot tub, he saw something he couldn’t believe…
Brandy was kneeling over and some dude was humping away at her!
How could she? Norm couldn’t move. He was astounded at the sight of her doing this. He had never seen this guy before and didn’t know what to do. The betrayal, the deceit, tore at him. His perfect world was crumbling.
Should he kill the bastard and take care of her after? Should he just leave and confront her later? What if she caught something and gave it to him? What if she got pregnant? How long had she been doing this behind his back?
The tears swelled in his eyes. His emotions took over and the memories flowed through his mind. All their trips together, all the times they stayed up late watching TV and eating pretzels and just kicking back. She would even watch football with him without complaining.
