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A couple of days had passed since Dontay had made me his bitch for about 20 minutes. But, those 20 minutes woke up something in me. It became hard to focus. I kept to my usual routine. Worked at night, went home and went to sleep. Got up, jogged 4-5 miles and went to the gym 4 days a week for weight lifting. That stayed the same with one exception. I was cleaning myself out before work on the off chance I had to answer another call at the apartment complex. When my off days came around, I didn't plan to look for ass online or drive to Birmingham and pick up some random trick in a bar after my liquid courage kicked in. Nope.
I wanted to be a submissive bitch again. Why? Fuck if I know. Maybe because I have to be a badass at work and that gets tiring. Nearly every guy I took home found out I was a cop when we pulled in the driveway (take home patrol car). Immediately, I became a fantasy for them. I played the part because I like sex. But no sex compared to what Dontay did to me. I went against everything in me as I surrendered to his pleasure. Pleasing him drove me crazy.
During those long shifts, running stationary radar on the highway, between a few calls here and there, I had plenty of time to think about it. What's this shit about? I risked my job. There's no way Haley didn't hear me getting my brains fucked out in there. Hell, the door was open when he blew his load in my throat. She might have watched for all I know. The thought of someone seeing Dontay make me his slut made my dick start moving in those tight pants. Seriously? What the fuck is going on?
My dick was half hard thinking about it when my radar started making that high pitched noise, letting me know someone was in a hurry. I was blacked out in the median. Turned all my lights on and went after the speeding car.
It pulled over fairly quickly. I pulled up behind it. I saw a set of hands stick out of the driver side window and the passenger window. I didn't see it as necessary but appreciated the gesture anyway. We were on a quiet, dark highway at 2 am. I scanned the car while walking up to it. Just two people in it. They looked to be in their early 30s. The driver looked up at me. He was dark skinned with short dreads. Fuck he's hot. Why did I not see how freaking hot black guys were before? Snap out of it, Jessie. Work to do.
"How's it going, tonight?"
"Alright."
"I need to see your license and insurance."
"What did I do?" He asked as he handed me his stuff.
"76 in a 55. You been drinking tonight?"
"My boy over here has been. That's why I'm driving his car. I didn't have as much."
I looked at his driver's license. "Mr. Malone, I need you to step out of the vehicle for a few tests."
Before we started the sobriety tests, I patted him down for weapons. I found one. He was packing a pretty big package from what I felt. In his pockets were a couple of unused magnum condoms. Focus Jessie. To my surprise, he passed the tests. No DUI here. It's a habit to ask a million questions on every contact. Still horny for Dontay, I asked, "So no luck tonight, huh?"
"Huh?"
"Those condoms in your pocket."
"Oh yeah. Fucking bitch ass I'm with couldn't hold his liquor. Got us kicked out."
"Shame you couldn't get that big ass snake drained."
It got quiet. I knew I took it somewhere I couldn't get back from. My other brain had took over and told me it was worth the risk. He looked at me. Then looked back at his buddy in the car. He looked back at me. I looked down at his dick then back at his eyes. I smirked. He made a move with his lips but I couldn't understand it. He started walking to the passenger side of his car and motioned for me to follow him. I was no longer in control of this traffic stop. He opened the back door and sat in the back seat with his feet still on the ground. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick. It looked small at first. His balls were huge.
My real brain tried to fight me on this one. Was I really about to blow this guy on the side of the highway? There might be thick woods on both sides but the occasional 18 wheeler or car is bound to pass. He looked at me while rubbing his dick. Yep. I'm doing this.
I took my place between his legs. I took him in my mouth. I took his soft dick all the way until my nose was pressed into his pubes. I inhaled his scent. Hell, even his scent was having an effect on me. "Oh fuck," he moaned.
"What's this? You gay, Marcus?"
"Shut the fuck up. Head is head."
His drunk buddy watched with what looked like disgust while I sucked him hard. That small dick got huge in my mouth. Now I understand why he needed those magnums. "Damn, dude," I mouthed around his cock. "Yeah I'm a grower not a show-er."
I tried to shut out the world around me and focus on making him cum. Still, I noticed the 2 18-wheelers that passed us during this. And then there was his drunk buddy in the passenger seat that was watching. He didn't look disgusted anymore. From the motions his shoulder was making I figured he was playing with himself.
Mr. Malone had grabbed my head when I couldn't go all the way down on his dick. He made sure I did. I was gagging, choking and slurping on his big dick. After a few minutes of this, he started to tense up. He felt close to cumming.
"You want this nut?"
"Please, sir."
"Here you go, boy!"
He had pulled out of my mouth to jack off on my face. He shot 2 volleys of cum. The first landed on my tongue. The second landed on my cheek. He was still panting when he looked at my face. He took his fingers and wiped the cum on my cheek into my mouth.
I stood up and adjusted my hard dick in my pants. Shit, I leaked pre-cum through my pants. He pulled his pants up and stood up facing me.
"You giving me a ticket?"
"Nope. Drive careful."
I heard his buddy as I was walking back to my car.
"What about me?"
"Fuck you, bitch. I got mine. We're outta here."
I drove to the town hall to clean up. Well, ok. I also had to release my crazy juice by jacking off in the bathroom. I could still taste his cum. I cleaned up and went back out on patrol.
To be continued...