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By *c8484 OP Man
3 days ago
Dunfermline |
“Evening,” said the police officer as Geoff lowered the electric window.
“Evening, officer,” Geoff replied, trying to steady his voice.
His cock still hovered near my face, though it was no longer erect, fear had drained the arousal from him.
“What the fuck,” the officer muttered, leaning in through the open window. “You know it’s an offence to…..”
“Yeah, yeah, I know, officer,” Geoff interrupted quickly, voice tight with panic. “But it’s not what it looks like.”
The officer raised a skeptical brow, smirking. “Let me guess’ you dropped something, the lad bent over to pick it up, and your cock just happened to fall out of your jeans into his mouth?”
Geoff sank back into the leather seat, defeated.
“Look,” he began, “I don’t know if you recognize me but…..”
“English footballing legend, aren’t you?” the officer cut in.
“Something like that,” Geoff muttered, reaching into his jacket pocket. He pulled out a thick wad of cash and held it out. “How about I make this go away?”
I shifted uncomfortably in the passenger seat, sliding off Geoff’s lap and hoping the car seat might just swallow me whole.
“Trying to bribe me?” the officer chuckled darkly. “My oh my, we are stacking up the charges tonight.”
Geoff was desperate now. “There has to be something… anything… please.”
The officer’s sneer widened. “Trust me, sir, there’s nothing you can do. But your little friend here…..” he glanced at me, eyes gleaming “he might be able to keep you out of jail.”
He stepped back from the window and walked toward the police car. I saw him speak with the second officer, who stepped out, twirling a pair of handcuffs in his fingers. My stomach turned.
“Fuck,” Geoff whispered, panic overtaking him. “I’m ruined. I’m going to jail.”
The first officer returned, leaned down into the car again, and said with a smirk, “Like I said….nothing you can do. But your boy here? Maybe.”
I turned my head and saw the second officer standing at my window now.
“Out of the car, son,” the first officer commanded.
Geoff’s voice cracked. “Do it… for me. Please.”
I hated seeing him like this, scared, stripped of all that usual confidence. I nodded, heart pounding, and unlocked the door.
The officer was on me the moment I stepped out. Cold metal clicked around my wrists, hands pulled behind my back. He pushed me down to my knees on the damp tarmac.
The second officer moved in beside him. Both of them unzipped, trousers falling around their thighs. Their cocks jutted out, hard and expectant, the air thick with tension and authority.
And then their cocks were in front of me, pushing against my mouth, demanding, relentless.
The cuffs bit into my wrists as I looked up, one officer smirking down at me, the other already stroking himself, his cock thickening in his fist.
“Open up,” the first officer ordered, voice low but firm.
I hesitated for just a second, and then I parted my lips. His cock was hot and heavy, the taste of him unfamiliar, but undeniably powerful. He didn’t ease in, he took. One hand gripped the back of my head, forcing me down further until my nose met his skin.
Behind me, Geoff sat silent in the car, eyes wide. The panic that had gripped him had morphed into something else, helplessness… and arousal. I saw it in his expression, the flush in his cheeks, the twitch in his cock, still visible.
The second officer crouched beside me, brushing his cock against my cheek as he watched the first thrust into my mouth, slow and deep.
“That’s it,” he said, his voice softer, almost coaxing. “Be a good little mouth for us.”
I moaned around the first officer’s cock, throat stretched, spit running down my chin. The sensation of being used like that, with Geoff watching, powerless to stop it, sent a strange thrill through me, somewhere between fear and desire.
The second officer's hands roamed across my body, squeezing firmly before sliding up my back. He didn’t rush. He was content to watch his partner work me, the way I gagged around that thick shaft, the way my lips stretched, slick with spit and submission.
The first officer had a rhythm now, steady, controlled. His cock moved in and out of my mouth with purpose, filling my throat and pulling back just far enough to let me gasp for air. Each time I looked up, his eyes were locked on mine, hungry.
Behind me, the second officer leaned in, his body warm against mine.
“Look at you,” he whispered. “All trussed up, mouth full, cock hard. You like this, don’t you?”
I didn’t answer, I couldn’t. The first officer’s cock stuffed my mouth too full for words. But the moan I made around him was enough of a reply.
The second officer chuckled, teasing with kisses along my neck. It was surreal, one of them rough and relentless, the other taunting and almost tender. Between them, they had full control, and they knew it.
“I’m close,” the first officer grunted suddenly, hips stuttering.
He pulled out with a wet pop, and I looked up just in time to see his fist working quickly over his shaft. His other hand gripped my hair, holding my head steady.
“Yeah, right there,” he growled. “Keep those eyes open.”
The first hot spurt hit my cheek, thick and warm. Then another across my lips. He groaned low in his chest as he painted my face with his cum, streak after streak, until it dripped down my chin.
Before he could wipe it away, the second officer stepped in front of me, already stroking himself fast, eyes locked on the mess his partner had made.
“You’re such a good boy,” he muttered.
He didn’t last long, his cock twitching, and then he was spurting too. His cum joined the first’s, hitting my forehead, my nose, mixing with the rest. I flinched, but stayed still, the sticky warmth coating me completely.
They stood over me for a moment, breathing heavy, satisfied.
“Next time,” one of them said, zipping up slowly, “Don’t do it in public”. |
