Chapter 2

The next day's show had a strange effect on me. The theme, "Women Who Lust After Men In Uniform," was one I found particularly exciting, primarily because it touched on my personal fantasies. I had always thirsted for men in uniform, whether they happened to be cops, firemen-even construction workers. Thoughts of fucking these men while in full regalia had given me some of the most intense orgasms I'd ever experienced. Whether the fervor stemmed from submitting to someone in a position of authority, or that the key component of their uniform was leather, was unknown; I simply got wet at the idea of having sex with any of them.

We invited three women to discuss their sexual fantasies on Hot Talk, with some picture slides of various men in uniform. The females in our audience joined in panting over our selections. I have to admit, the men featured in those slides resembled professional models you would find in the pages of GQ Magazine. They didn't quite belong in the various uniforms they donned; they were too "pretty," too "polished." I preferred my men a little on the "rough" side-for vivid appeal. The commotion generated by these men attested to the fact a large number of women throughout the country are seduced by authenticating attire.

I, admittedly, was one of them.

"I definitely favor cops," our first female panelist divulged. "The hat, the dark shirt, the leather holster with the gun, the stick-they all contribute to my increased heartbeat."

"Are you married to a cop?" I asked.

"No, but I've dated a few. All were phenomenal. It was like being with a real man, if you get my drift." She shivered as she related these details.

"Can you be more specific?" I requested.

The woman I addressed aroused the male interest in my audience. Blonde, stacked and slender were our immediate impressions. She seemed to revel in the attention she currently received.

"Well," she said, smiling wickedly, "let's just say, they have a tendency to make one's fantasies more realistic. I mean, when I get cuffed, just prior to having sex, there's a hot, jittery excitement racing through my stomach."

I glanced at the show's censor standing by, wondering if we were venturing on sacred ground, but received no signal. "You ask your cop boyfriend to handcuff you?"

She giggled. "Not only that-I insist he keep his uniform on; he's only allowed to unzip himself."

"Does this scenario magnify your pleasure?"

She closed her eyes, slowly hooked one leg over the other, then squeezed her breasts. "Yes."

I thought her answer was visually graphic, inciting deep, disturbing impulses. I began feeling the heat climb in my body. "It appears to me that you enjoy role playing."

"Very much-except with a cop, there's not much pretending. You know at all times, this is a man who must keep peace and order, even if it requires physical restraint. Being in the hands of the law, subdued by all that muscle and authority, gets me off."

"I think firemen are better," declared the woman beside her. "They save lives. When the world is crashing down around our ears and there is nobody left, the firemen come to the rescue. The exhilaration of their touch restores all deserted feeling. They're brave, powerful and thrilling to watch."

"So are cops," the first woman upheld.

The second shook her head. "Not when there's a raging inferno and they have to scale a ladder." She shivered. "And when they whip out that hose-oh, God! I love it."

"I can see the hose part, but what's sexy about an axe?" questioned the first woman.

"It's all central to the image. The handsome crusader, willing to risk his safety to help others. To climb through bedroom windows-"

"-with his hose," reminded the first woman.

"Yes, with his hose, to offer relief."

My biorhythms were being thrown out of kilter. "And do you have any firemen in your life?" I asked our fireman lover after reclaiming my wits.

"Naturally. I've been married to one for five years."

"Is there anything poignant you'd like to share with our audience?"

"Only that it's the best sex you could ever have."

"Do you also insist that he remain in uniform as part of your fantasy?"

"Not only that. I keep a piece of garden hose under the pillow; during foreplay, I stroke my nipples with it. That gets Larry all charged up."

I didn't even blink at our censor. "Are you serious?"

"God, yes. And I think about fire-mine."

This chick was out of her nut! I couldn't, however, reveal my inner opinion. "Are we ready for a station break?"

"I'm ready for something," the cop-lusting woman sassed. "All this talk is getting me horny."

I was, too, and knew just the person who could provide me the sort of cure I badly needed. "I'll be right back, girls," I said, hurrying off the stage. My dressing room was located about fifty feet from the side door. I was shaking by the time I punched out the sequence of numbers on the dialing pad.

"Get a grip on yourself, baby," I whispered to myself as I waited for someone to answer. "Help is on the way."

After five relentless rings, the voice I sought was on the end of the line. "Hello?"

"Brian?" I stammered. "Is that you?"

"Sure is, baby. I've been thinking about you."

"We must be on the same wavelength. Are you free this evening?"

"I'll be off duty in about two more hours."

"That's even better. Can you stop by the studio and pick me up? We can have an early dinner, and then-"

He lowered his voice to a lusty pitch. "Why bother with dinner?"

I was tingling all over. "It's been too long. I've got to see you."

"You've got that right. See you soon."

I returned to the stage feeling calmer than when I left it. The technicians were signaling for me to take my place and resume the show. We still had our last female panelist to query.

"And which man in uniform appeals most to you?" I asked, shortly after the tape began to roll.

"My cable man."

I raised a brow. "Cable man?"

"Sure," she said, looking dreamily off into space. "It's more than that freshly starched shirt with the insignia. It's that masterful voice, warning me of the criminal charges for possessing an illegal box."

"Are you referring to one of those cable boxes sold on the black market that unscrambles the premium channels?" I verified.

"Exactly. I pretend I'm one of my neighbors when I call the cable company, snitching that one was spotted in my home. They send the same cable man every time." She giggled. "I think they recognize my voice by now."

I frowned. "You incriminate yourself for receiving unpaid-for services?"

"Well, actually, I don't. You see, I never have had one of those boxes. I make believe I have one-so they'll send that guy."

This chick was definitely a loony-tune. "You invent a false reason for a compliance check?"

She nodded, bursting into a titter. "The best part is when I see the truck pull up in front of my house. I greet him at my front door in my bathrobe-and nothing else. By the time I usher him into the house, I say, 'Have you come to look at my box?' and promptly drop the robe."

"God," the fireman's wife gasped, "it's people like you that jack up my cable bill!"

"You're monopolizing someone's time for illegitimate purposes," the cop-lusting woman accused. "That could be a felony in itself."

"I hope the FCC is watching this program," the fireman's wife hissed. "You ought to be reported for luring defenseless cable repairmen for illicit design."

"I do let him give me a firm lecture," the girl defended before her earnest expression disbanded into one of mischievous retort. "He's generally inside my mouth at that point, but he does deliver that routine speech."

"Jesus!" the cop-humping woman proclaimed. "What a twisted mind!"

"What a dumb twat!" someone from the audience yelled.

"You're not fit to be on this show," the fireman's wife said. "You need psychiatric evaluation."

"Let's give it a rest, girls," I smoothly asserted.

"I need psychiatric evaluation?" the girl countered. "Who's the one who sleeps with a piece of rubber hose under her pillow? Huh?"

"Fuck you!" the fireman's wife hurled.

"Oh, yeah? Nice talk from the crusader's wife!"

The woman's face reddened. "Don't get me started, honey, or else."

I turned to the cameraman. "Are we still being taped?"

He shrugged. "Should we stop?"

Before I could respond, I heard someone being shoved. "That might be a good idea."

Brian Winters-like most of the men who populated my life-was almost an exact replica of another movie star, Denzel Washington. Sometimes, I would lapse into an erotic vision of the original person and confuse him with Brian; the result was powerfully stimulating. He was perhaps the only man who insisted I refer to him by his true name; the others enjoyed playing the "pretend" game.

I was in my dressing room, checking my hair, make-up and buxom figure in the mirror when the door opened. The sight of Brian took my breath away. Although prepared for his visit, I found it difficult to separate him from the star; it was almost as though the celebrity himself had come, thirsty for my companionship. His rugged profile never failed to accelerate my pulse. Brian was always the sign of virility with his dark, handsome face and muscles. Was it black men in general that inspired this inflamed reaction?

"Hi," he mentioned softly, coming from behind.

I was too filled with lust to move. His mouth came down on my neck, dispensing electric shocks on my aroused skin. The prickle of his mustache magnified the charge. Ohhhhhhhhh. Brian knew my Achilles heel. I dragged my nails lamely across the surface of my vanity.

"Missed me?" he asked in a deep, penetrating voice.

"Yeah," I murmured, so hot for him I almost came.

I maintained my view of him through the mirror. He arrived in his police uniform, observant of my fetish. If I had been given the chance to disclose my preference for uniforms during the day's taping, I would have sided with the girl who adored cops. I, too, found them titillating. When the cop physically paralleled Denzel Washington, that fantasy was high-octane.

His brown eyes searched mine in the mirror, containing a heat I hadn't seen in quite a while. "Couldn't wait for you, baby. Ever since I heard your voice, I looked forward to seeing you." His hands enclosed my shoulders, relaying tremors that validated his claim. I could feel the ache for me in his body. "I don't see enough of you."

I shivered beneath his probing digits. His fingertips emitted heat, torching my senses. He lowered his mouth to my throat, disbursing that hot, jittery feeling that took command of my body. I tilted my head back until it rested on the firm muscle of his chest.

Brian's hands came around and filled themselves with my tits. I strained his grip with billowy flesh, begging to be set free to receive his exciting stroke. His long, thick fingers were indicative of his big cock. Brian was exceptionally well-endowed. That man was gifted with a whole lot of pleasure hanging between his legs.

My heart raced. "Brian, we can't fuck in here," I said after a moment. "The walls are much too thin. Besides, I don't want to publicize our relationship by knocking off a quickie in my dressing room. You known this place is swarming with tabloid reporters. Let's go to my place."

"I don't know if I can wait that long, baby," he whispered. "I'm hurting for you something bad."

"Me, too." It was neither of our faults that our careers kept us apart. Brian was generally on assignment when I had free time, and vice versa. Rarely were we able to spare precious moments together. "We have to get ahold of ourselves and grab some privacy."

Although Brian was ostensibly cut from rough cloth, he demonstrated a gentle side with which I became acquainted. He performed the grittiest tasks with carry and dispatch, yet when it was time to cool, he had my number memorized.

He swung me around so I could face him. He longed for my eyes and breath to warm him. Brian enjoyed positioning me just inches from his body, clasping me by the shoulders, watching desire filter through my expression, feeling the climb of yearning. I readily submitted to these responses, unafraid to exhibit the impact of his presence.

Having him hazardously near my pussy, our breath almost mingled, prompted feelings I had concealed up until this moment. His blue starched shirt, his badge, his various patches authenticating his role as law enforcer swam before me. Below his belt buckle, I distinguished the swell of his cock. Its enormous outline provoked my accelerated pulse. "Brian," I whispered, "we've got to get to my place fast."

"Why?" he forced me to describe my inner turmoil.

"Because I'm going to do things to you that will make you quite vocal."

He dragged me to his muscled body, planting his mouth on the nape of my throat. "I can't wait."

Ohhhhhhhh. My eyes rolled upward. I ground my pussy at that bulge in his pants. His lips rippled over my skin, electrifying my faculties. My nails dug into his arm as a repercussion of that onslaught. Brian was definitely attuned to my fierce vibrations. His razor-sharp mind perceived my vulnerabilities.

He whispered in my ear. "It's been hell working these hours, not seeing you. I can't bear the thought of not having you, of not being in your bed." His husky voice pierced my resolve. "You can't imagine how it's been, wanting you so badly, knowing you're the only person who could possibly satisfy me. I get so lonely without you, Barbara."

"Oh, God," I moaned through clenched teeth. "Please, Brian, let's get home. Not here. I want to have you where we can go at it for hours."

"Oh, Barbara. I want some of you now." He rubbed me with his throbbing erection. "Please, baby. I'm hungry."

I swallowed roughly. Brian was making my decision difficult. "Are you parked right out front?"

"No. In the underground lot."

"Come on. Let's get out of here."

"Oh, Barbara." The agony in his voice was real. Though the impulse grew fainter by the second, I could not disconnect myself from him.

Taking a deep breath, I tried to step back. My nipples, rebelling against better judgment, strained from my blouse. His thumbs pressed steadily into my flesh, rotating firmly, suggestively. I totally authorized the privileges he took, helpless to resist. I was shaken by his confession and the effect his touch had on me. The craving that seized me during taping returned full-strength. I never dreamed it would resurface so powerfully. "Come on, Brian," I practically whispered. "Let's leave now."

"Sure we can't get one off quick right here?" Brian teased, pumping my shoulders and upper arms with his hands. Tremors rippled through my intoxicated flesh. "I want you so badly. There hasn't been a woman who knows my needs, my desires as well as you do."

Brian had always confessed that to me. His divorce from Lisa shattered him, but I was around to collect the pieces and restrengthen their base. Lisa complained of his unswerving sex drive, as well as the physical discomfort of his cock. She fled from having to satisfy Brian, causing him to believe his urge was abnormal. Lisa would not admit the truth that her own needs were deficient. Brian almost underwent therapy at Lisa's suggestion, but his ex-wife dealt him the harshest blow: she filed for divorce, claiming irreconcilable differences. I was only too glad to lend assistance, and save Brian from irreparable harm. I released the animal in him, and showed him it was wonderfully rewarding for the both of us.

I managed to withdraw from his clutches, wriggling myself and moving several steps away. His touch made me woozy, but not entirely dysfunctional. Visions of startling headlines in the tabloids sobered me from taking the plunge Brian sought. The lives of talk show hosts were grist for the gossip mill; I preferred to stay as much undercover as possible. "It'll take all of ten minutes to get there."

At least, he conceded to my resolve. He comprehended my demand for discretion. I collected my purse, checked my make-up for any unintentional smearing, then stepped out of my dressing room, beaming. Brian, with hat in hand, followed. He nodded to my staff and visitors as we traveled through the corridor.

"Hi, guys," I waved to them all. "Have you all met Officer Friendly? He's here on a routine visit."

"Hi!" they greeted him.

Brian, dumbfounded, answered to their cheerful welcome.

I held back my snicker. Brian pulled through the tight spots like a consummate professional. I marveled as his capacity to switch from an extremely horny man to an officer on parade.

"We're almost at the homestretch," I murmured as we stepped into the elevator that would take us to the lower level parking facility.

"This is going to cost you big time," he warned, maintaining his cheerful veneer for the public.

"That's what I'm hoping," I teased.

There wasn't as much traffic in the lot as I had anticipated. Because of my status at the studio, I was assigned a reserved space. My Mercedes was a mere few steps away.

"Want to hop in, or should we go in your car?" I asked. "I can always have mine driven back to my place."

"Let's go in my squad car. It wouldn't look good if I left it behind."

I nodded. "Where did you park?

"Down a way."

"Too bad you didn't mention my name at the gate. They probably would have given you preferential treatment."

I walked with him, feeling that sexual high return. I really couldn't wait until I had him alone, where we could get loud and wild. He was going to have a nymphomaniac on his hands.

As it happened, we didn't make it much farther. Brian was seized by the same feverish impulses that overtook him in my dressing room. His pent-up frustrations would not allow him to wait.

"Barbara," he said, dragging me up against one of the cement pillars. "Oh, baby. I need you."

"Brian-" I put my hand over his chest. His heart was beating rapidly, thudding beneath my palm. "No, honey, not here. Not in the parking lot-"

Brian shortened my time to regroup my thoughts by putting his mouth on my neck again. A barrage of sexual fireworks were instantly precipitated. I immediately weakened.

"Ohhhhhhhh," I sobbed, writhing in his embrace.

"Come on, baby. You know you want it." He pushed his swollen cock against my mound and rubbed. "Yeah. Let's go on a trip, baby. We'll use this to get there."

"Ohhhhhhhh." I closed my eyes, fraught with chills. I was losing control. Brian succeeded in inflaming my hormones.

"It's no use," he muttered. "I've got to have some of you now." His lips sent hot tickles that hummed through every cell; the tip of his tongue was the trigger. "You're the only woman for me, Barbara. The only woman who understands my needs-and totally satisfies them."

"Brian, you're not giving me a chance to breathe," I moaned. My body rebelled, forcing me to grind my mound to his bulging cock. Ohhhhhhhh. He was absolutely rigid, ready to fuck. like it or not, I was about to succumb.

"Don't deny me, baby," he groaned. "Please. I really need you."

"But we could be seen." My fret was feeble. "And we're going to make a whole lot of noise. You don't think you can put that monster in my pussy and expect me to keep quiet?"

"It'll be okay."

I reached down and stroked him with my hand. His dick was hard, primed for action. He wasn't going to hold back-he'd give me everything he had.

"Oh, God." I couldn't stop my wanton behavior. Sexual instinct drove me. I unbuckled his pants with one hand, then unzipped him. He moved back a foot to facilitate his freedom. He was equally impatient to remove the barriers that separated our skins. I pronounced myself mad for indulging ourselves in this fashion, but quickly got caught up in the heat of the moment.

I looked up in his eyes. His entire expression was telling. He couldn't wait to fuck me, yearning to be buried in my hot squish. Once I had him inside me, all my protestations would be gone. He would show me the unvarying thrust of his cock.

Brian had worked himself into such a lather over fucking me that his shaft stood straight up, bobbing as it made its way to me.

I let out a gulp upon seeing that beautiful black cock at full extension. Although I could perceive Lisa's uneasiness over its size, I couldn't exclude the pleasure it afforded me. It took a whole lot of woman to handle a man endowed such as Brian. I believed myself utterly capable of fulfilling his wish.

"Feel how excited I am."

"I can see," I whispered, scanning the area for potential eavesdroppers.

Before I could conclude my search, Brian put his mouth over mine. His kiss was searing, imperative. My whimper was stifled by his tongue pushing through my lips. Once again, he pulled me tight against him, feeding me his horny vibrations. He sucked the air out of me, the willpower I had left. I answered the cry in his body, massaging his chest with my big tits. There would be no more denial. My resistance had ended. I was going to give Brian everything he needed while achieving individual pleasure.

Brian scooped up my legs, pinning me against the cement pillar. We were partially hidden from view, shadowed by the advancing dusk. The lights in the parking lot failed to illuminate our activities.

The last of my reluctance dissolved as he pushed my skirt up and massaged me with that hard dick. I could feel its fierce throbbing right through my sopping wet panties. I thrived in his hot, eager embrace.

I was glad we didn't wait. I did want him-desperately, without reservation.

I tilted back my head and opened my mouth. Brian inserted his tongue, probing my warm depths. He heard me moan as he sucked my air, my sweetness. My nipples protruded through my blouse, revealing my excitement. He slid his hand inside and covered one with his palm, letting its stiff texture scorch him. The impulse to squeeze my tit couldn't be helped. He had to oblige himself.

"Mmmmmmm," I purred, my brain whirring with sexual possibilities. I felt a thrill being in Brian's arms as he smashed himself to my lust-starved flesh. I experienced a gut-wrenching thrill of having him in uniform, seeing the sinew shift under his crisp shirt. Brian had a broad chest, rich with muscle that formed an impressive network through his flat stomach to his stiff cock. The hungry kiss we gave one another overheated my senses. With a surge of released passion, I lashed the inside of his mouth while slurping and sighing into his lips. I pressed as much of my crotch to him as I could, returning the sexual tension. I was entirely supported by the concentration of his weight, wedged between him and the cement pillar.

We finally broke our passionate kiss with a loud smack and gasped for air. We stared into each other's eyes, seeing naked lust reflected.

Brian moved his hands down my back and grabbed both ass cheeks, pulling me tighter to him and rotating his hips. "You're so fucking sexy, Barbara," he whispered to me. "I could get off, molded to your sweet body."

"I can tell," I gasped, enjoying the urgency of his stiff cock.

I rested my head on his ample chest, almost mewing like a kitten at his urgent groping. He knew, in the end, I would do whatever he asked. My desire for him was that powerful. I thought of pleasuring him with my body, my mouthwhatever got him there fast.

His mouth came back to my neck. He sucked on my heated skin to great effect. Nibble after delicious nibble underscored that impression. I quivered, wanting him more than I did any man.

He had a great cock. I murmured silently in admiration. I let the fingers of one hand lightly stroke the underside of the throbbing shaft, then closed my hand around the tip, rubbing it. That chocolate shaft pulsated in my grip.

Brian moaned in ecstasy at my touch. He was almost panting in excitement. His eyes kept going from my hands fluttering at his groin to watch the lust on my face, then back again.

"Mmmmmmm," I sighed, letting my other hand slide down between his thighs to cup the big balls that dangled. I felt delightfully wicked as I fondled him. I did this repeatedly with relish. I was in contact with real flesh that hankered for my touch. I had ached to touch Brian, to fully explore his body and cater to my secret whims. It was electrifying actually having it.

Brian groaned as I massaged him, then looked down at my tits. They fell out of my blouse, billowing out at him. My nipples jutted hard and erect. His mouth ostensibly watered at the sight of pure woman flesh.

"Take them," I whispered, reached for his hands. "Use your hands, your mouth. It's been so long since I've been with you-with a real man." I gave his cock a squeeze when emphasizing his character.

Brian required no prompting. He was oblivious to the threat of exposure, of the elevator cranking away in the background, delivering passengers. We were well-hidden from view. He focused on my sweet caress and my apparent desire for his cock.

I knew I shouldn't have permitted myself to get seduced by this hunky cop in the middle of my building's parking lot, but nothing could have prevented it. The demands of my body defeated me. His dick ached in my clutch, stiff and tall. I longed for it to be submerged in my cunt. I knew fighting it was useless; I was driven by an influence more powerful than my will.

The electric touch of my tits under his hands caused his cock to jerk. He sunk his fingers into my warm skin, stroking and kneading them, watching my nipples grow even more erect and strain toward him. "Jesus," he muttered, under his breath.

"Suck them, Brian. Suck my tits," I moaned back, putting one hand behind his head and pulling him down to my chest. As his head dropped, I leaned forward and kissed his cheek, then slid my wet tongue up to his ear. "Suck them hard, baby," I whispered huskily.

I thrust one ripe mound into his mouth. Brian immediately began to suck ravenously on the taut nipple. I whimpered at the graze of his lips, cupping the back of his head and guiding him to my pulsating source.

Brian licked and slurped around the pink tip. I sighed and released his head to put my own hands over his, squeezing on my tit to push the erect little nipple further into his hot, sucking grasp.

Brian could hardly catch his breath. He glanced from his tasty mouthful to see my eyes staring down at him. He lapped the nipple, closing his lips about it, then took more. He listened to my sob of pleasure and felt my feverish vibrations.

Suddenly, I pulled away from him, breaking our erotic connection, his warm saliva quickly cooling on my nipples as the air wafted over it. My entire body felt as though it was on fire. I slammed against the cement pillar, exhaling roughly.

Brian gave my only a brief moment to recover from the rush. He pushed himself against my quivering flesh, crushing his lips to mine. It was a hot, demanding kiss. I opened my mouth wide and let my tongue move into his, fencing about his own wet probe. We slurped at each other, trading saliva, our breath becoming ragged with unbound passion. Brian lowered himself so that he could grind his hard cock against the damp spot in my panties. I cried out a second later, when he pulled back the soaked material and burrowed along my warm, furry mound. He groaned as the moist pubes tickled his bulging shaft. The need to slip himself inside my warm cunt became emphatic-extending from the base of his powerful erection to the angry purple head.

"Fuck me, Brian, fuck me," I sighed into his mouth, my hands roaming all over his back. My pussy lips smeared him with their rich nectar.

Brian reached behind to cup my ass, then lifted me to him. My quivering form trembled against the cement wall, preparing to be fed his big dick. I wrapped my knees secured to his waist. From my hoarse breathing and flashing eyes, he recognized my enthusiasm for penetration. He decided to prolong my agony, if only to see what I would do.

Up and down the full length of my pouting snatch he rubbed his cock, enveloping the massive shaft in my outer cunt flesh. My cream made his bloated cockhead glisten. He shoved his dick along the top of the juicy split. The motion of that grinding fat head over my erect clit brought sighs and gasps of ecstasy from me.

"You like that?" he muttered.

"Put it in me, please."

"Couldn't wait, either, eh?"

"God, no."

"Why don't you do it, baby? Grab my dick and stick it inside you."

Without hesitation, I snaked a hand down to join his, my fingers closing around the stiff shaft. I placed it between the thick, moist lips of my cunt. I squirmed against the wall, raising my hips high, rotating my ass upward so that he could push that thing into me. My snatch widened as I directed him to my pulsing slot. I was in the best position for entry.

"Here it comes, baby. Your one-way ticket to paradise." He squeezed the heavy knob of his cock into my hot crevice, then steadily impaled me.

"Ohhhhhhh," I gasped as he began to fill me. Brian did not immediately shove forward, barely flicking his hips toward my silken core. I twisted myself, wailing as his cock dug through my hungry cunthole. "Ohhhhh, yes!"

Brian swallowed hard. He spurned the impulse to drive himself firmly into my pussy, but feeling the warm slickness between my legs was too incredible to pass. His cock plowed into my wet snatch. "Christ, does that feel good!" he grunted. He waited until he felt the tight cunt lips enclose his thick stem-only then did he begin dragging himself back and forth.

I became frantic, wriggling my body against the cement pillar and causing his swollen thing to slide further into my hot snatch.

He jammed his hips forward, feeling the fat head of his cock strain and slip deep into my clutching pussy. As his appetite strengthened, he picked me up by my knees and hooked them over his powerful shoulders. I was totally supported by the column behind me and his wildly thrusting body. Once I was firmly established, he charged with all he had, giving my pussy the thrill it longed for.

"Oh, my God!" I sobbed, absorbing that delicious black cock into my pussy. It had been some while since I had anything that large enter me-but now that I had that monster trapped in there, I wasn't going to surrender it any time soon. "Ohhhhhhhhhh."

"Fuck me, fuck me," I cried out.

Brian watched as my eyes curved upward in my lust-distorted face as I felt his solid thing pump my pussy. My tits were heaving with excitement as he smothered his chest to them. He pelted hard with his groin, sinking himself far into my moist cunt. My moans spurred him on. He abandoned himself to the task, fucking me fast and furiously, letting his balls whack me as I got speared by his entire cock.

I ran my hands down his back and grasped his tense ass, feeling its muscles flex in my grip as he fucked me. He was really packing it in, cramming every inch he had into my cunt. My mouth dropped open as I emitted my cries of passion. "Fuck me hard, Brian, don't hold back. I want you to do it." I sighed, thrusting my groin up to his plunging dick, slamming my back to the wall.

"Jesus," Brian gasped. My fur-fringed lips sucked his iron-hard dick and buried it in my warm cooze. Deliriously, I undulated my hips. Each upward motion let Brian immerse his cock further into my squirming pit. He sawed back and forth, watching me take pleasure from his deeply aroused cock. Slowly, he was going out of his mind with joy at being totally enveloped in my hot, liquid pussy. He reveled in the enjoyment it gave him.

"I thought about you all day, baby," I moaned while he fed me that incredible black shaft. "When we were taping, I was thinking about your magnificent body, your police badge, your gun-ohhhhhhhhh." My vision blurred as he rammed into me, adding to my pleasure. "All I could think about was this, fucking you, feeling your hard dick inside my pussy. Give it to me, fuck me good, ohhhhhhhhh!"

Brian had no problem submitting to my request. He fed me long, penetrating strokes. In my mind, however, I couldn't shake his resemblance to the movie actor. It was as though I was actually fucking Denzel, not Brian. Ohhhhhhhhh! The fantasy drove we wild, leaving me totally unhinged. I began fucking back, giving him everything he could possibly want, listening to those squishy noises between my legs as his dick ran in and out of my pussy. Ohhhhhhhhh. Fuck me! My cunt burned with renewed intensity.

"Yes!" I moaned, making the conversion back to Brian and his individual style. I doubted very much the movie actor would fuck some talk show host in a parking lot. "Keep doing that, fuck me just like that-ohhhhhhhhhh!"

"Yeah," he muttered, shoving it into my heavenly tight cunt. "Oh, yeah, I like it, too."

Brian's hands swept over my tits, then he suddenly arched his own back and crammed his thing up my widely stretched cunt with all his might. The thick mass of his cock sent waves of splendor through me. I felt his engorged head ram into my cervix and balls slap heavily against my snatch lips.

This sudden swift skewering had me crying out in frenzied passion, gasping at the throbbing hardness embedded in my pussy. I locked my legs more tightly to him, responding to his feverish urgency.

Muscles I had never known existed suddenly came into play as I gripped the rock-hard dick in my snatch. After his first cunt-splitting stroke, my body adjusted to the unaccustomed size of Brian's cock and I fucked back fiercely.

I rejoiced in the tireless way he plunged into my itching pussy, the thick steel-like cock stretching me like never before. I locked my arms and legs tightly around his powerfully pounding body, pressing myself to him, pulling him tight to feel every naked inch of him I could. This was the kind of fucking I enjoyed having with him. I found his mouth and urgently absorbed his tongue.

"Mmmmmmmm," I moaned, twisting, wailing.

Brian wasn't content merely to fuck me against the cement pillar. He wanted full use of my body. Grasping me sturdily by the ass, he held me in his arms and lifted and dropped me onto his swollen cock. My tits battered his lust-inflamed flesh, nipples flailing. I seemed to become all the more juicy from his urgent grip, rocking hoarsely against him.

"Yeah," he exhaled amid my abandoned cries. "Fuck it, fuck my dick, cum on me, baby. Come on, I want to feel your pussy spasm with my cock in it."

I sobbed joyfully. Brian was propelling me toward the most fabulous orgasm I'd ever had. His rough strokes were intense, penetrating. His uniform was getting wrinkled from feverish contact. His pants began falling from his hips as he hammered me to ecstasy. Flesh slapped fiercely against flesh. His dick was entombed in my pussy. The pink rim of my cunt strained around his thick base as he shoved himself high into me. The tidal wave of sexual fulfillment continued to roll through every pore of my body, every nerve ending exploding.

"Oh, God, ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" I wailed. I clasped his face between my hands, peering luxuriously at his intense features. "You're going to make me cum. It feels too good. I can't last; I want to, but I can't." Suspended in his arms, I felt like a doll intended to give him pleasure while unable to separate myself from it. Realization of my feverish efforts was well within my reach. As Brian hoisted me from his cunt-drenched shaft, then forced it back into me, I went into a convulsion. I shook violently in his embrace, surrendering to the splendor he gave. Words of passion poured mindlessly from my lips as I endured one of the longest, sweetest orgasms I could ever remember. "Ohhhhhh, oh, yeah, oh, baby, ohhhhhhhhh."

Brian's moans were just as loud. The sound of his cock slicing through my wet cunt was very-likely the most erotic thing he had ever heard. He yielded to the incredible feeling of having his cock completely surrounded by my rippling, love-tight pussy. I clutched at him, trembling as he fed me his big thing. My cunt clamped him good, compelling him to endure my ultimate enjoyment of his dick. He pumped harder into my syrupy heat, our bodies colliding at each delicious stroke. Every complete thrust crammed his cock into the back of my cunt, eliciting a new moan of excitement from both of us. I tightened my grip around him, hugging my tits to him. Brian brought up one of his hands to capture my twisting head and mashed his lips to mine. He paused for a moment, rearing high into me so that his steel-hard cock was encased in my sodden heat. The tingle my cunt lips gave nearly made him spasm.

I dug my heels into his ass, riding his cock for all I was worth. With a groan of desire, I arched myself back to snare all of his pussy-filling equipment. "Yeah, fuck me, give me all you've got, baby, fuck me as hard as you can." Cock hunger was plain on my face.

I bucked and squirmed and clutched his muscular frame tightly to my body. I trailed his back with my nails, choking on the pleasure it gave me. Pumping almost savagely with my hips, I worked myself into another climax. My pussy throbbed and strained around his hot cock. "Oh, baby, do it now, cum in me, cum in me." I huffed and puffed, bouncing myself harder on him, oblivious to any curious looks I might arouse. I was much too turned on to care.

Brian fucked back with all he had, but the effort was debilitating. He knew he had reached the limit to his endurance. His balls probably churned with jism, ready to spurt their cunt-creaming contents. Blowing into my mouth really couldn't compare with creaming in my pussy. It didn't give him the same level of satisfaction. Having his cock in a warm, twitching pussy, swelling even more in size as he pumped his entire length into it, was preferable. Just thinking about him shooting his load into my cunt made me spasm.

"Arrggh!" he groaned. "Oh, yeah, I'm cumming, I'm cumming." He started to shake all over as the first hot spurts of cum burst far into my spasming snatch. He locked his groin to me, his cock buried as deeply as he could get it, balls cramming up into the crack of my ass as he pumped and pumped out the thick gobs of his stuff.

I felt myself flowing with his hot, jetting jizz. His heavy man juice mingled with my own thick secretions. I pulled him harder to me, humping my hips violently as the streaming squirts seemed to prevail. "Yes, cum in me, baby, cum in my pussy. Ohhhhhhhhh, it feels so warm squirting into me. Ohhhhh, yes."

In the final stages of release, he propped me up against the cement pillar and thrust his last amount of goo into me. I clung to him, unafraid of falling, unafraid of exposure to the public for my activities. Brian drove me over the limit, and, as always, it had been remarkable.