A few months ago I got a call from a policeman who’d stopped my 15-year-old son for driving without a license and wanted me to come to the scene. Since I didn’t want my son to end up with a record (he would get plenty of punishment from me!), I decided to try a bit of sex appeal on the policeman. I donned a pair of tight shorts and a sleeveless top that showed off my generous tits, which look really big on my five-foot-two frame.
The cop was a terrific-looking guy in his early 20s. I was afraid I was too old for him, so I was relieved when I saw him checking me out while I pleaded my case. Whether it was my oratory or my body, he let my son off with a warning. I was genuinely grateful.
A few weeks later, I was in a convenience store and noticed a couple of policemen in uniform. I recognized one as the officer who had been so understanding, and went over to thank him again and assure him that my son was staying out of trouble.
His partner said, “So this is the lady I heard so much about, eh, Chris?”
I asked what that meant, and he said Chris had told all the guys at the station about “the MILF with the great rack” he met that day.
Chris growled, “Knock it off, Jim,” and I interrupted, saying I wasn’t offended at all, that I was glad to have made a such a favorable impression. Chris relaxed and said that my “friendly nature” was what had turned the tide in my favor.
Talking with the cops got me thinking. Both of them were in great shape and of course way larger than me, and I have a thing for guys that are physically dominating. Men in uniform turn me on something fierce. For a long time sex with my husband had been less than satisfying, and the thought of doing it with these uniformed hunks was getting me unbelievably aroused.
I turned on the charm again. With a coy smile, I said I’d never been arrested and was always curious what it was like in the back seat of a police car. I guess I was being obvious enough, because they looked at one another and Chris said, just as obviously, that they were about to go off shift and they could give me a ride in the back of their cruiser.
I called my husband and told him I’d run into a friend and wouldn’t be home till later, then followed the guys to their car. They helped me into the back seat, where I insisted they give me the full treatment, including handcuffs. Chris shrugged and cuffed my wrists.
The very instant the cuffs locked in place, a thrill went down my spine. As we drove out of the parking lot, I felt my body tingling. We went down a back road that led to a rustic location, eventually pulling to a stop in a wooded area. The guys slipped in back with me, hunger in their eyes. Chris said it was standard procedure to pat a suspect down, and the guys started feeling me up. Chris focused on my breasts, saying he was suspicious about such big tits on such a tiny woman and had to find out what I was concealing there. He pulled up my top and unsnapped my bra, letting my breasts spill free. He gazed at them admiringly and said I had indeed been concealing a lot! He proceeded to “search” my nipples by sucking on them.
While he did that, Jim said something about needing to continue to search. He reached into the waistband of my shorts and panties and stroked my pussy. He said, “There’s definitely something suspicious here,” and slipped a finger in my soaking slit. When I was loose enough, he added a second finger, which more than doubled my pleasure!
Somehow I doubted that most suspects received this treatment! I was really worked up in a lather when Chris released my breasts, urged Jim out of the way, then pulled off my shorts and panties, leaving me nude below the waist. (The cuffs made it impossible to completely remove my top.) He whipped out his cock, which was nice and large. I bit my tongue to keep from making a nightstick reference. He complimented Jim on his search but speculated that I might be hiding something way up there and he would need to make a more thorough inspection.
With that, Chris picked me up by the waist and positioned me over his jutting manhood. Once he nudged his cockhead above my slit, he let me down with my full weight, which impaled me on half his shaft in one go. He began bouncing me up and down on his lap, getting more of his cock in with each thrust. Jim stayed busy by tweaking my nipples.
Once I was fully embedded on Chris, it wasn’t long before he had me shaking and shouting vulgarities. He stepped up the tempo, and I tried my best to help despite my wrists being bound. I was on the verge of climax when he grunted and filled me with cop come.
Jim helped me off Chris’s cock, then got me on my back with one leg over his shoulder and the other draped over the back of the driver’s seat. With my head on Chris’s lap, Jim began pounding away. It wasn’t long before he finished what his partner had started, and I came powerfully.
As I lay there gasping for breath, Chris told Jim to wait a moment. He got out of the car and stood next to it, then pulled me toward him until my head was hanging down over the edge of the seat, his cock in my face. I knew what to do! I sucked him off, tasting my juices as well as his semen.
As Chris thrust away in my mouth, Jim continued thrusting at the other end. I couldn’t believe how great it felt having these uniformed hunks stuffing me in both ends. After a while Jim grunted and pumped his load in me. Chris withdrew from my mouth and then reached under my shoulders, hoisted me out of the car onto my feet and bent me over the hood with my butt sticking out, grabbed my waist and thrust his full length in. With room to maneuver, he gave it to me far more forcefully than before, actually lifting me up on tiptoes as he pounded away like there was no tomorrow. Luckily, it was fully dark now—anyone witnessing the scene might have gotten the wrong idea seeing a cuffed half-naked lady getting fucked by cops.
Chris made me come again, then reached around for my tits and fucked me even more forcefully. I let out a howl as he rocked my world. By the time he finally popped, I was exhausted and slumped over the hood. As he pulled out, I glimpsed Jim positioning himself behind me. I was about to beg off, saying my pummeled pussy needed a rest, but he spoke first, saying there was one more place that needed searching. He spread my cheeks and began to feed his cock in my tight butt. I cooed as his large tool stretched me. The next thing I knew he was buried in me to the hilt!
Jim worked back and forth in my derriere, searching all of my ass with his cock until finally he busted his nut in me. The guys announced their search was complete and removed my cuffs. They reported to me that while I was definitely naughty, there was nothing they could hold me for, as much as they would have liked to. They drove me back to the store, and as I got out, they warned they’d be keeping an eye out for me, and if I wasn’t careful, I might end up back in the back seat of their car.
I said, “There’s no fun in being careful.”
I’m afraid I’ve become a habitual offender, with my personal officers of the law busting me twice a week, in their car and elsewhere.
—Name and address withheld