felt electricity shoot up through stomach to her breasts.
“You are so wet,” he said as his finger slid in and out of her slick pussy. “The truth is you want to be fucked. Don’t you?”
She moaned as she realized he was right. He had her so aroused that all she could think about was how much she wanted his big, hard cock inside of her. Her pussy muscles contracted involuntarily around his finger and she knew he had his answer.
“You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” he asked again as his other hand cupped her breast. His thumb found her nipple and he ran his nail across it.
She gasped from the sensation and leaned against him to steady herself. His strong fingers played with her erect nipple, sending thrills through her breasts and down to her pussy.
“You’re soaked,” he said as he slipped another finger into her slick channel. “You are enjoying this aren’t you?”
Heather’s body was on fire. She wasn’t used to a man having this much control over her body. She realized she was completely lost and ready to do whatever he asked. All she could think about was fucking him, feeling his large cock inside her, her legs wrapped around him.
“You don’t just want to be fucked, you need to be fucked. Don’t you?” He squeezed her clit for emphasis, sending sensations rushing through her pussy. “Say it,” he said pausing to suck on her nipple, “Tell me you want to be fucked.”
“Yes,” she reluctantly admitted.
“I am going to enjoy sliding inside your sweet little pussy,” he whispered softly into her ear even as his cock pressed against her wet opening.
He pushed the head of his cock slowly inside her and she felt her pussy ache as her body stretched to accommodate his thick member.
“God, you’re so damn tight,” he groaned as he inched his way further inside her, forcing her tight channel to accept his large cock.
Heather moaned with pleasure and she felt her pussy open reluctantly as he penetrated her even further. The deeper inside her he pushed, the more overwhelming the sensation became.
“Oh god,” she moaned as she felt his balls gently rest against her ass. Her body was stretched beyond anything she had ever imagined, a perfect mixture of pleasure and pain. He remained there for a moment, letting her get used to his size.
Heather had never had a man fill her so completely. Her muscles clenched tightly around him and she felt him get even harder. Instinctively, she pushed up against his erection, driving him even deeper inside. He groaned as pulled himself out slowly and began a steady rhythm, pounding her hard and fast. Heather pushed up to meet him as he plunged inside her and felt her body begin to build to another climax. With each stoke, she felt herself getting more overwhelmed and the orgasm growing.
His breathing was losing control as he pounded her harder and faster. Suddenly, Heather arched her back as wave after wave of pleasure overwhelmed her body and she began to shiver uncontrollably. With each new stroke, she felt her body overcome with the sensations he was giving her. His rhythm became even harder and faster as his balls hit against her ass. He groaned with his lust and with one last, hard thrust, he came, cock buried deep, pulsing inside of her.
He collapsed on top of her, breathing hard and she wrapped her arms around his neck tightly, her body still in shock from the mind-blowing orgasms she just had.
As he pulled himself back together, Heather put back on her bra and shirt. Soon, they were both dressed and Mr. Weston headed back to his desk at the front of the classroom.
Just as they were both in their seats, the bell rang announcing the end of the period and the end of Heather’s detention.
As she stood up, Mr. Weston looked over at her. “I hope you learned a valuable lesson today.”
“Yes, I certainly did,” she answered her voice low and soft, “but I suppose you won’t know for sure until I see you tomorrow at detention.” She gave him an impish grin as she turned to leave.
“Tomorrow is Saturday,” he said.
“I know,” she replied and when she reached the door looked over her shoulder at him.
“But I never found my pen.”
The Officer Makes Her Spread 'Em By Wanda Blackwood
“Fuck,” Emily cursed as she looked in the rear view mirror and saw the police car’s lights flashing. She wondered just how long he had been behind her. Emily loved to drive fast and tonight was no exception. She usually ignored the speed limit and drove whatever speed she liked, but she was almost home and thought she’d gotten away with it, yet again. Besides, she had her “secret weapons”.
She took a deep breath as she pulled the car over to the side of the quiet street and prepared to greet the officer. This wasn’t her first rodeo — she was stopped all the time and most of the time her little routine worked pretty well. Tonight, the stakes were higher and she felt a twinge of nervousness.
She pulled her shirt down a bit, licked her lips and propped up her breasts so that they would be shown to their best advantage. Next, she lowered her window and scooted over in the seat so that she would be looking right up at him when he came over. She hoped she could win him over and be on her way soon. If not… well, she didn’t want to think about that. If she got another ticket, she would lose her license. The judge had been very clear about that.
“Good evening Miss,” he said as he shined the light into her car, “May I see your license and registration?”
She handed them over and tried to look up at him, but the light was nearly blinding. All she could make out was a deep sexy rumble. She let out a sigh of relief — it was a man’s voice and not a woman’s. Women always hated her, police women more than most. They were just ugly and jealous.
She smiled to herself, confident that after a few minutes of flirting she would be on her way.
“Is there a problem Officer?” she asked as she looked up at him, eyes wide with feigned surprise and confusion. She leaned toward him, making sure to keep her hands to her sides and ensuring that he got a clear view of her large breasts and the deep valley in-between.
He continued to shine the light down at her and she blinked into the brightness.
“You could say that,” he said slowly. “Do you know why I pulled you over?”
“No idea, Officer,” she said as she batted her eyelashes up at him. “Did I do something wrong?”
“Please turn off your engine. I’ll be right back,” he said and went back to his car with her license and registration.
She waited impatiently. Although the few drinks she’d had a few hours ago had worn off, she was tired and wanted nothing more than to slip into her warm bed.
He approached her car after a few minutes and she looked up again, flashing the biggest smile she could muster.
“Please Miss, step out of the car,” he said finally, without a hint of warmth.
She felt a shiver of fear. This wasn’t part of the plan. He was supposed to flirt back a bit then give her a warning. She became acutely aware of what she was wearing and realized if she didn’t think of something fast, she was sunk! She was dressed for clubbing, not convincing a police officer that she was a good person, someone he should let off.
She opened the door and placed one high-heeled shoe on the ground then stood up, trying to pull her skirt lower. No matter what she did, her skirt simply didn’t have enough material to extend more than an inch or so below her ass. Her little tank-top was equally useless. Designed to get attention and show off every curve, her clothes pegged her for exactly what she was — a party girl.
The police officer lowered his flashlight and she blinked as her eyes adjusted to the moonlight. She saw him clearly now, looking at her impassively. His skin was the color of warm, dark chocolate and all Emily could think was that he looked delicious. He was large, towering over her by at least a foot. His crisp uniform seemed just a bit too
