Hold Still

While your nipples and clit were perfectly fine with reminding you that it was cold outside, you weren’t as uncomfortable as you thought you might be: The heat in your loins from recent events and present company was more than enough to keep you warm. However, keeping yourself still was an herculean exercise in discipline; every cell in your body was screaming out to ram backwards onto the rest of this cop’s incredible cock.

But you were prepared for this moment! Not the whole being magically transformed into a fertile-wombed hottie who had to keep from getting inseminated for 48 hours. Fuck no! There’s no preparing for that!

No, no. Somehow, your mind was recalling with perfect clarity, that weird ass set of meditation videos you watched online a few months back! It was one of those lazy afternoons where you didn’t feel like doing homework and instead ended up on the strange side of YouTube after a few hours. One video led to the next, which led to the next, and by early the next morning, you knew more than you ever wanted to about chakra meditations.

Taking a deep breath, you glance for a moment at your shorts encircling around your ankles and close your eyes. Always start with your breath. You inhale deeply focusing on the sensation of fullness in your solar plexus, you hold your breath for a dozen seconds, slowly releasing it, experiencing the emptiness… which is completely opposite of what you’re experiencing in your sacral chakra right now—Damnit John, focus!

At this very moment, the cop slips his other thumb into you, but you are still fixated on is his cock, half buried in your pussy. In a display of defiant non-compliance, your sex reflexively grips down on the intruder in its midst evoking the slightest grunt from the man behind you, inside you. All you had to do was shift your weight slightly, slide backwards and his cum would be yours to keep.

No! No! You weren’t going to lose your masculinity like this! You **** your mind past the pleasantries lanced up inside you, focusing instead on the sensations of your root chakra: the thing currently being properly pulled apart by two thumbs right now. And somehow, it works. You start to lose yourself in the sensations of his thumbs, searching for resistance inside you that would be undoubtedly encountered by anything larger and setting out to work against it gently but firmly before moving on to further challenges.

As you concentrate on his progress you realize it was almost a metaphor for life: an adventure setting out to conquer little challenges before moving on to bigger and more meaningful ones. It was strangely comforting, feeling almost like Yoga, but entirely focused about your asshole. It wasn’t until he reached down and started to work on something you felt was out of place that you both soon realized was the head of his own cock that could be felt in your pussy that you recognized just how properly distracted your mind had become from the light throbbing in your now calm vagina.

“That’s quite enough, don’t you think?” The abruptness of the cop’s voice challenges the calm you’ve built up in yourself, but you are unwavering, the image of tranquility. Even as he pulls his thumbs out of your asshole, resting his hands back on your hips. Even as he slowly pushes his cock fully back into your serene little pussy. It isn’t until he starts to pick up his pace, re-igniting the **** fluttering heat inside you that your serenity starts to waver.

What did he mean? Has he given up on fucking your asshole? Is he going to just finish in your pussy? Is he gonna pull out or… Are you going to end up carrying his child? You audibly sigh with the conflicted thoughts storming around in your head before turning around to get a really good look at him. He must be in his early forties, but he clearly takes care of himself; he’s lean, rugged, there’s no trace of a dad-bod on him. His eyes, while focused on where you two are joined, have the steely gaze of intelligence about them. He’s clearly capable of getting what he wants without always having to be a complete asshole about it. You could certainly do worse for a baby daddy. Your mind wanders to Alex for a moment before you finally manage to squeak out the question on your mind.

“Hey, officer. Weren’t you going to fuck my asshole?” He looks up, into your eyes for a moment until a slight smirk creeps across his face.

“I thought you’d never ask.” He says, changing gears so fast all you can do is yelp in surprise.

While his cock felt huge in your pussy, it feels absolutely massive as he spears the head of it deep into your rectum. Your anus, lulled into a false sense of security by the massage it had been receiving moments earlier clamps down exactly the wrong second; instead of locking an invader out, it serves to trap him inside. Not that he was trying to escape, all restraint was gone as he just thrust forward more, forcing his cock further and further up into your guts.

“Fuck, this was worth the wait!” The cop exclaims over the sounds of your own moaning as he finally settles into a regular rhythm. Your poor asshole finally got the grip it desperately needed, but it’s also still getting a workout; this cop’s cock gets thicker near the base, and each time he gets just a bit farther inside. But he was right, this was worth the wait. If someone had told a week ago that you were going to enjoy getting railed in the asshole by an anonymous cop, you would have sucker punched that someone in the mouth. But here you were, and while it wasn’t quite the explosive, purpose fulfilling sensations you had been experiencing with him in your slutty little pussy, at least that slutty little pussy of yours was getting to experience cock vicariously through the next best thing, without the possible life altering consequences.

Another shiver ran up your spine as, much to your surprise, a rhythmic wave of pleasure washes over you. Wait. Can you actually have an orgasm from anal sex? You hadn’t really thought about it much until now, a) being a guy most of your life, and b) being so distracted with the thought of this cop in your pussy, the thought of actually… your thought fades away as another gentle wave of pleasure washes up your spine, your breathing becoming the only thing you can think of for the next few seconds. Then, refreshed clarity again. Wait. Did you just cum a little bit? Yes. You think to yourself as another wave starts to build. Yes, you did.

As you come back down a little, you start to take a more active role, shifting your weight to bounce back against the cop’s increasingly tumultuous thrusts as best you could under the circumstances. It works and soon you feel his cold belt buckle and wiry pubic hair against your bottom, signaling the limits of his girth.

“Fuck.” He says between thrusts, one of his hands having recently moved up to greedily maul one of your poor breasts. “I’m going to cum soon.” Now, unbeknownst to him, a smile crept across your face; he would now become your plaything.

“Do it you fucking dirty old man!” You half-way screamed out between moans, to your own surprise. “I know you want to, so stop talking about it, and do it!”

He didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to. His cock did all the talking he needed to get his point across. Living all but a day of your life as a horny, red-blooded male with ample access to pornography, you know what it feels like when a cock gets past the point of no return, you just never thought you’d be feeling it from this perspective.

But like hell you were going to let up now.

“Oh my gawd, you’re going to cum in my fucking asshole, aren't you?!” You proudly laugh at the situation, another wave of orgasm fast approaching. “You’re old enough that I could be your fucking daughter, and you don’t even fucking care!”

That certainly struck a chord in him. You had no idea a cock could get that big and hard so quickly. His hand that had snaked up under your tank top had now made its way out the other side to your throat where his fingers started to reach for your delicate windpipe. You never really found **** to be that much of a turn-on, until right now. You find yourself turning into his hand, giving him clear access to wrap his muscular fingers around your delicate neck. Looking back at him once more you make eye contact again. His warry eyes to your eyes. His hand to your throat. His meaty fuck-stick buried balls deep in your quivering bowels. Both of your orgasms fast approaching. You say the only thing that comes to your mind.

“Please! Inseminate my dirty little teenage asshole, daddy!”

The lack of blood flow to your brain combined with the biggest orgasm you’ve had so far as a woman make it difficult to tell which happened first, but when you come to your senses, you realize that your feet can no longer touch the ground and you can still feel his jolts of warmth shooting into you. Arching his back like he is and pulling you up against his torso make you completely subject his will. Fortunately, he did let up on your neck, now caressing instead of crushing it.

You twist around more so that you’re almost face to face with him just as he comes down off his orgasm.

“Holy shit!" He finally says between gasping breaths. "You’re a fucking naughty little girl.” You can’t help it, that mischievous smirk graces your face again.

“Thank you, daddy!” you say, lightly pecking his cheek before wiggling your body against is. “Can you let me down now?” Not exactly the D&D style roleplay you were used to participating in with your friends, but you could improvise in a pinch.

As he plucks his softening cock from your asshole, a torrent of sperm comes with it. You reflexively clench your anus to keep it from spilling out, but it’s going to take a while before that wreck sorts itself out and starts to work properly again. Some of his cum dribbles down your inner thigh and a few globs land in your shorts before you squat walk around the tree and fart out as much of the mess as you can. Once your satisfied, you pull your shorts back up and re-join the cop who was still working on cleaning himself up as much as he can.

“Hey, so I could use some help cleaning up. About that blowjob?” He smirks at you again as you scrunch your nose at the thought.

“I’m not sucking your cock now! Not after where it’s been!” We laughed as we started walking back towards the cars. Towards Alex.

“Hey, listen.” He stated talking and then stopped for a moment, collecting his thoughts. “That was fucking amazing, and you don’t owe me anything.” He paused again, longer this time. “I was just wondering if you could do me a favor. Only if you want to.” You turn to look at the cop.