My RV, with me driving it, passed through a farming community in New York State. The RV was 40' long and furnished for a lifetime of touring. It also had a powerful engine, and with me at the wheel, speed control was secondary.
I was alone. I drove through a small town near Albany when I heard a siren behind me. I looked at my rear view mirror and saw a patrol car with blue flashing lights. For me, I thought? Yes, for me.
The patrol car stopped behind me with blue lights flashing. I sat motionless, wondering what excuse I could possibly give. Seconds later, the officer approached my driver's door and I turned down my window. I immediately noticed that the officer was not a "he" but a "she." Not only was I surprised at the gender, but by her impressive presence. She was one good looking African American--a really large woman--humongous!
"Hello, may I see your driver's license?" she asked, very politely. I was starring at the officer, a little speechless.
"Yes, I have it here. Would you like my car registration too?"
"Yes, please," answered the cop, smiling at me. She was pretty, with large white teeth showing under her large black lips. Somehow, I got turned on a little.
The officer looked at my papers, returned to her patrol car (probably to check her computer for escaped criminals) and a few minutes later came back to me. I was becoming more nervous--being in a small town, in the middle of the night, not knowing what would happen next. She could have been short, white and male, it did not matter.
Margie returned (I noticed her name tag) with my papers. "I'd like to see the inside of your vehicle," she said.
"Sure," I responded eagerly, hoping to get away without a summons. "Come to the other side and I'll open the rear door."
Officer Margie did. I opened the door and she stepped in. My RV had a kitchen, living space, sleeping space, toilet, and TV. As we stood on a comfy rug, Margie looked around.
"Man," she said, "this is really cool." She kept walking back and forth admiring everything. When I stood behind her, I saw a huge ass, held by tight uniform pants with a belt holding her revolver. She had a little trouble maneuvering around because of her size.
"May I offer you a drink?" I said.
"Sure," she answered. A Coke or something like that will do."
I went to the fridge and got two cans of Canada Dry and two glasses. "Oh, I'll just drink from the can, thanks."
We drank together, with me not knowing what to say or do next. "Are you going to give me a ticket?" I asked.
"Hmmm," she said, "do you think you deserve one?"
"No, of course not," I said smiling, hoping she would understand my humor.
"I'll tell you what I want you to do," she said
"What can I do?" I asked anxiously.
"You can begin by taking my shoes off, lowering my pants, and then whatever else there is to take off, and then, fuck me. What do you think?"
I stood as if I was paralyzed. Now what? I had a threatening woman in front of me, that wanted to get fucked. By me.
"Go ahead, what are you waiting for?
At least that's what I thought I heard her say. I was so worried I couldn't get a hard-on, I wasn't thinking straight. I'd been with black women, that was fine, I had just never been with such a large woman. But I didn't seem to have a choice. If I didn't, I had to assume I wast going to get a ticket.
"Sure, hon," I said while getting on my knees to help her take her shoes off. The shoes were oxfords and laced tightly. I pulled on the shoe laces, first the right, then the left.
She must have a size 12 shoe! I took of her socks and then looked at Margie. She was smiling. I was getting a little hot, but still worried about my cock not performing.
"Come to mama, baby," I heard her say. "Come up here and open my belt."
I did. And I followed by opening her zipper and attempting to pull down her pants. It was a difficult task, but I got help. She lifted up her ass to help while I pulled down her pants. Standing up, I pulled on each pant leg. Finally I got her pants off! And there she was, my police lady, sitting in her panties.
"Want to get naked?" I asked.
"Not necessary--now that you're looking at my pussy, just do whatever you have to do."
I stood up and took of my pants and jockey shorts. I also took off my jacket. So here I stood, naked from the waist down, in a T-shirt. Now that I took a peak at her pussy, I was getting a hotter. No, as a matter of fact, very hot. My cock began to work.
"Eat my pussy," I heard Margie say as she lay back a little and spread her legs. Oh My God! I've never seen a sight like that before. Never! And I knew that I would have to do this, and that now, I actually wanted to do this. I was already on my knees, Margie sitting on the edge of my bed. I started kissing her thighs on the inside, first the right and then the left. Margie started to melt a little; she laid back some more and pulled up her knees. My mouth got closer to her pussy. And closer. I was loving it.
"Do it, now!" I heard Margie yell. "Now!"
I spread her pussy with my fingers and rubbed each lip. Margie started to squirm. I heard satisfying noises. I looked up and saw her eyes closed. My mouth got closer to her pussy. I grabbed her clit between my lips and pulled.
"Yessssssssssssssssss . . . Yessssssssss . . . "Oh, my God, yessssssss. You are fuck'n wonderful."
I started sucking on her pussy, first the left cunt lip then the other. I began tongue fucking her. I was getting as hard as I had ever been. I wanted to put my cock into her mouth-- I didn't know how-but I wanted to. I kept sucking and biting her cunt and clit getting more excited as I listened to Margie's moans.
I wanted to make her cum with my mouth. I started tongue fucking her at a fast pace . . . and then I felt her . . . yes, she was cumming and cumming. It was the longest cum I've ever witnessed.
When she was finished, I crawled on top of her. She was without words. She wrapped her legs around me and almost squeezed the breath out of me. I got my cock into her cunt and started to pump away with her joining my rhythm. We were in total synch. We went at it for minutes when we both, at the same time, reached climax.
Her cell phone rang. She jumped up and answered it. An emergency needed her. She got dressed, turned to me and said, "You're some copper fucker."
I never did get that speeding ticket.
The End.
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