Chapter 5
The following afternoon, I took off early and embarked on one of my little "role playing" adventures. This craving was precipitated by yet another theme, "The Strangest Places Where I've Had My Best Sex." The man I was to meet was the ideal choice to instill my latest fantasy with its proper component.
Because I was featured on a daily basis on approximately twenty million television screens, I had to maintain a low profile. It wasn't always easy. I was accustomed to getting an autograph book and pen shoved in my face at inconvenient moments. I never denied my fans, scribbling out my signature upon command, but I did like to travel incognito to get the most accomplished.
I put a scarf around my head and donned a pair of sunglasses. Inside my closet, I had a number of jackets with sports insignias on them. According to published articles listing my preferences, sports were my least favorite thing. Since I had gone on record with that, catching me with a Blackhawks or San Jose Sharks jacket seemed implausible. To my way of thinking, this ensured my anonymity.
I admired myself in the mirror. Hmmmmm. Keeping my tits inside that jacket definitely presented a problem; they refused to remain tucked within its confines. I pulled the zipper up a fraction, then reversed its direction. Although it was my wish not to attract the attention of celebrity seekers, I wouldn't mind the stare of a normal, healthy man. My cleavage did inspire a testosterone rush. Salivating, in my mind, was perfectly acceptable.
One last thought passed through my head. I recalled those pictures the tabloids loved to publish of female stars in their most outrageous or tantalizing get up, accompanied by bitchy captions. "Best" and "Worst" dressed categories abounded. Didn't these fools realize that many labeled with the less flattering rating carefully selected those outfits to conceal their identity, or minimize the impact of their presence? My attire of the moment didn't reflect my general taste in clothes-I simply wanted to detract myself from the public eye. These idiots snapped away, then tagged us as "Fashion Nightmares." The fun thing was, our ensemble didn't disguise us-we still wound up on those pages.
Part of my fantasy revolved around my being your average person, stumbling upon a particular situation. This necessitated my using public transportation. I could not use my Mercedes to arrive at my given destination-it would have been a dead giveaway. I wasn't opposed to using such means of commute. I had encountered some of the most interesting people in this manner.
I showed up at the train station, prepared to test my disguise. People milled about on the platform, immersed in reading their newspapers or magazines, or engaged in small talk with their neighbors. I popped a piece of bubble gum in my mouth and managed to fade into the scenery. It was great not being recognized.
The train finally arrived and I quickly found a seat. Sitting across from me was a woman who was at least eighty years old, reading a Jackie Collins novel. Smashed next to her was an overweight man stuffing his face with popcorn. Beside him was a young girl with wild, frizzy hair, staring off into space. Breathing room was at a minimum.
I chomped away at my bubble gum, fascinated with these three. The man eating popcorn was totally oblivious that, in his haste to get more into his mouth, he was spraying particles in either direction. Some of those stray specks landed on the eighty-year-old woman's book; she sighed, flicking them off, and continued reading. The chapter she was on must have been engrossing, for not once did she remove her eyes from the print.
The young girl with the untamed frizzy hairdo was less fortunate. Her errant strands appeared to be highly charged with static electricity and behaved like a magnet for those floating kernels. I watched in speechless awe as they were drawn into that wiry, misshapen mess. The man, inattentive to the disaster he created, proceeded to munch away.
After a few seconds, the girl's distant gaze ended and a hand soared to her head. "Uggghhh! What is this shit?" she screamed at the top of her lungs. "Get the fuck away from me!"
The man glanced at her as though she were the rudest thing on earth, then crammed an overflowing handful of popcorn in his mouth.
Ahhhhh, I thought with satisfaction. Public transportation-I loved it! If I rode the train on a daily basis, I could confidently pen most of the show's material myself.
Several stops later, I hoisted my bag and got off. Hailing a cab was unnecessary; the park was only a few blocks ahead. I noticed a little spring in my step. The anticipation was building. I could scarcely wait for the festivities to begin.
The park I chose was enormous, with a virtual forest for a backdrop. A winding asphalt path lead the way, with signage offering direction to key spots. I took the scenic route, knowing in advance this was the one prescribed. The trees and shrubbery were more abundant further into the park. The sheltering leaves and branches offered excellent camouflage. My heart began thudding in my chest.
Halfway through the area, I spotted him. He strolled down the track, either pretending to be observant of his duties, or paying silent homage to nature. Knowing Brian Winters, my Denzel Washington look-a-like, the former was more-likely his mental frame.
I took a moment to steady myself. Brian looked incredible in his police uniform of navy blue and starched crispness. His badge and gun illustrated his law enforcement role. If these items weren't present to authenticate his attire, the excitement wouldn't have been as vast.
Brian had always indulged me in my exhibitionistic tendencies. He took pride in arousing me in public, then accepting my dare to fulfill my sexual urge. I suppose part of that aplomb was derived from the risk he was forced to manage on the job. Brian had told me stories of being thrust into danger. Life-threatening situations were standard in his profession; they cropped up without warning. If it weren't for his training and experience, he might not have been the same man. The pleasure I received from him could differ; thank God it remained deliciously consistent.
I glanced around, verifying our isolation from others. No joggers, mothers pushing strollers, or roller blades were in sight. My lips curved.
Putting some sass in my walk, I went up to him. Brian caught my strut from the corner of his eye, yet refused to look straight at me. That proved fine in my book. The scene called for him to go about his business as though this were a normal day. What happened in the next five minutes was designed to change that.
Just as I reached him, I deliberately skimmed him with my tits. I had unzipped my sports jacket to facilitate the disbursement of those erotic jolts. It had precisely the jarring effect I hoped to accomplish. We locked eyes. His gaze was of laser-hot intensity, piercing the shaded frames of my sunglasses.
God, he was more than a sexy black cop to me-he was a virtual god. Even if he didn't physically parallel Denzel Washington, I would have gladly jumped his bones. I was honestly convinced it was a combination of his uniform and his dynamic appeal.
I flashed him a "fuck me" smile, putting the invitation out there with a jut of my hips. That, however, was an insufficient transmission. I realized I wanted to instill a more lust-provoking message. After again verifying that we were totally alone, I pulled my T-shirt up and let my tits pop out at him. My nipples were discolored and erect.
Brian was astonished by my approach. His mouth dropped open. That little act caught him by surprise. I doubted he knew I would bare myself to him so abruptly.
Having achieved the result I sought, I then walked off the path and steered myself around the tree. Just as I rounded the corner, he seized me by the wrist. He was hot on my trail. My eyes glimmered with hunger. Brian accepted my dare and descended upon my ripe, wet lips. My tongue plunged in his mouth, sucking at him with a force that made his pulse quicken. The sounds around us were deafened by the blood pounding my eardrums.
"Mmmmmmmm," I moaned. My fingers roamed him, delving up into his shirt. The buttons were frantically undone. I found his nipple and scratched it to hardness.
Brian groaned. I knew how to touch a man. His body buzzed with life. I groped him all over. His cock tightened in his pants. Tingling warmth, filtered by my feathery graze, had flooded him.
I streamed over the taut muscles that lined his chest and stomach. When I reached his groin, the thick bulge swelled in fierce response.
"Oh, Barbara." Brian breathed heavily deeply. Our role playing forbid him to speak my name, but I made short work of his will power. He moved back toward the tree, searching for support. I stroked his cock into a rigid state, tracing my electric-charged fingers.
I never left his mouth, exploring it with my hungry tongue. I pushed against his, communicating my desire. Brian could even feel the heat emulate from my body.
"Christ," he muttered, "you're driving me wild."
"Shhhhhh." I placed a finger over his lips. His bristly mustache seared me.
He thrust toward me, encouraging my grope. "I've got to get my fucking cock in you! Hot cum's churning in my balls. Come on," he whispered gruffly, "take it out.. . "
I choked back an excited sob. I barely got the zipper over the stiff growth in his pants. Brian knew the outline of his massive hard-on got my juices flowing. The red in my cheeks was a prime example.
Brian enjoyed my efforts to free him. I had to be careful not to unfasten his belt and gun holster; he insisted on keeping these items attached to him. He watched my appetite flair as I unbuttoned his pants, then enclosed his hard dick in my fist. That beautiful black shaft stretched high, pulsing with want.
"Jesus," I murmured, stroking it with adoration. "It's gorgeous. I love it."
Birds chirped around us. Branches, filled with leaves, extended to conceal our illicit activities. I shivered. Being with Brian, surrounded by nature, was an absolute turn on.
"Do you want me, baby?" he asked, his big dick practically bobbing in my face.
I hesitated but a moment, visibly obsessed with its size. "Oh yes, yes."
"You've really got me worked up," Brian told my in a heavy tone. "Let's see those tits again." He flicked my nipple with his thumb. My T-shirt was paper-thin, affording him that feel of eraser-thickness. In the next instant, he tore it open. I let out a start as my plump tits and pink nipples sprang out at him. The erect nubs begged to be sucked.
His mouth floated over my tits, trailing a moist tongue. He darted at my nipples, sending them a delightful shiver. My flesh smelled lush, fragrant. He took my boobs firmly in his grasp, rotating the balls of his thumbs over the jutting nipples, coercing my gratified moans.
"Ohhhhhh."
As he mouthed my tits, he lifted my skirt. It slid without protest up supple hips to reveal more of my hot, sleek legs. I wore frilly white panties. Brian could see the rich triangular growth peer through the lace.
"You are hot, baby," he groaned. "So hot." The panties were eased from my crotch. The second he smelled the musky hair, he swallowed hard. "Oh, yeah, yeah." He pulled them off roughly, hunger fueling his strength. He massaged between my legs, lubricating my cunt with the outpouring juices.
I pumped his hard cock with my fist. My faint sob reiterated my need for it. He braced himself, buoyed by the obvious thought of my delicate hands manipulating his shaft. The contrast of white skin to black added sizzle to the moment. Given our open atmosphere, he looked eager to see how I intended to handle it.
I took a deep breath, then sank to my knees. "I've got to eat it," I murmured, brushing my cheek against his stomach in my descent until I came face to face with his chocolate hard-on. Parting my lips, I brought them over his swollen cockhead. He clenched his fists, grunting with satisfaction. I dipped my head lower and sucked. Moaning, he steered toward me, making me take it to the base. His cock disappeared in a rush of saliva and lip. The pressure of my tongue followed, swirling around it, moistening him, then I took more in a deeper swallow. Brian's groin caught on fire as I ground my lips, then he mumbled his satisfaction.
"You like that, baby," he muttered. "Mmmmm. I can tell. You like my big, black dick. You like sucking me. Go ahead, it's all yours." He leaned into my mouth and watched me devour him noisily.
I slurped and tongued him as if it were my born talent. Brian nodded, lightly grasping my head and guiding his meat into my willing mouth. He was going to savor every lip-rubbing, tongue-drenching second.
"Eat it," he commanded, straining his shoulder blades to the tree. He guided himself far into that devouring receptacle. "Swallow me." He saw my insatiable expression as I made his cock disappear. I brought my lips all the way down to his thick base, absorbing every bit. His thing was drowning in a pool of hot saliva. Ahhhhhhhh! A tickle of pleasure shot through me upon recognition. I wanted to please him.
"Mmmmmmmmm," I purred, gobbling him whole. "Mmmmmm."
"Christ," Brian gasped, "You really love to suck. You give incredible head."
I worked him into a blistering frenzy. A drop of sex juice oozed from the tip of his cock after
I sucked long and steadily on him. He repressed the urge to immediately cum, if only to save some for my pussy. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I concentrated on how he'd make me moan with his cock. My lips caught that manly bulk, then I furthered my assault with a scalding lash of my tongue.
"Baby, wipe me with that hot tongue, suck me, suck me hard. Oh, baby, eat my dick!" His shaft stood fat and solid as I kissed down its length. His Adam's apple rippled at each saliva-rich pucker. I lightly tongued the underside's thick vein, causing the tightly drawn skin to redden with excitement.
While he recovered from the light headed rush, I lapped his cum-swollen balls. I caressed them with my slithering tongue, prompting the mercury to climb in his body. "Mmmmmmm. Suck. Yeah, suck. That's it, blow me! Rub my shaft with spit! Ugghhhh, suck it, mmmmmm! Gobble me up! Make my cock vanish down your throat! Swallow it.. . ohhhhhh!"
Jesus, I hoped nobody heard us from the other side of this tree. I don't think Brian would think it was cool having a curious jogger discover him getting his dick sucked. I shrugged, figuring I was with a policeman, and an explanation, if we were suitably inventive, could be had.
He shuddered as I sucked one of his balls into my mouth, swirling my hot tongue around it. Rocking on his heels, he fucked my face with his stiff cock. I made quite a meal of his balls. The pronounced veins protruding from his cock nearly broke through the skin. When I finally released his testicle and returned to his hard-on, he was winded.
Realizing the delightful torture I subjected him to, I downed his whole shaft in a single gulp. The sensation of being swallowed overwhelmed him. He pushed himself past my tonsils, engulfed in tingling wetness. He groaned with intense pleasure as I opened to receive the rest. My wriggling lips caressed his balls as I filled with cock.
"Jesus," he gasped, pleased with my skill. His tool was buried to the hilt, and still I handled it. "You're going to make me cum."
I quickly detached my lips, aware he was about to blow. Brian gasped as my warm spittle trickled down his stiff dick. A second later, that sweet tickle of my tongue resumed stroking his cock. My feather-like touch massaged his balls. He clenched his fist in reflex, then slammed it into the tree with a loud thud.
"Oh, shit," he muttered. "Yes, baby, yes."
I gorged myself with cock, driving him out of his fucking mind. It was fun reducing him to a delirious, sputtering hunk unable to think beyond what was going to be squirting into my mouth.
He felt my hot breath and heard my muffled whimper as I sucked. He dragged in deep gulps of air, then looked down. He saw my ass swaying as I moved, then apparently thought of my pussy.
"I'll bet you're sopping wet," he groaned. "I want to shove my cock between those great legs. And those big tits hanging there, begging to be sucked. Oh, baby, I'm going to give you a whole lot of love right here, behind this tree. You're going to get so much of it."
"Mmmmmmmm," I sobbed, vibrating with want. I quivered at the thought of him taking me, brimming with hunger. I could hardly wait to be fucked with that huge cock. My pussy longed to feel its massive power.
Just when I thought he was about to cream in my mouth, he pulled his cock out. "I want to suck your tits," he told me.
I made no attempt to resist. The second I rose to my feet, he grabbed my butt and dragged me toward him. I let out a squeal as I pushed my tits into his face. He attached his mouth with an enthusiastic pucker, then ground his lips into the billowing smoothness that spilled from my ripped T-shirt. I responded with a low sob that grew in intensity. He whipped my nub with force, making me feel the need I provoked, then slurped the pink surface with his tongue.
"Yes," I exhaled. "Harder. Suck harder!"
My ass occupied his other hand. He punctuated his sucks with a lustful grope, causing me to squirm wildly. I had a voluptuous body meant to be fitted to a man's powerful frame. He ached to plunge his cock inside me as he massaged my butt cheeks. His hunger for wet pussy was overpowering.
"Oh, God," I cried, "I can't wait anymore!"
I tore from his grasp. Turning, I lifted my miniskirt and spread my legs. Brian saw the exposed thatch of brown pubic hair, damp with woman juice. My cunt lips were engorged with the craving to be filled by a real man. He could hear my hoarse struggle for air as I bent over in front of him.
Brian slumped against the tree, bracing himself for entry. As I came close, he clutched my waist and dragged me toward his ready cock. He steered the bloated crown to my lubricated slot with a nudge of his thumb, then clenched his teeth as he felt the heat seep from the steamy crevice. We groaned together as he sank his inflamed member, letting the exhilaration stir our senses.
"Oh, Christ, bring that snatch to me," he grunted. "Bring it all the way back and cover my dick."
"Mmmmmm." I murmured huskily, taking him inch by inch. He watched my cunt lips widen to take his thickness. His cock slid into my slippery cunt, prying me open. Ohhhhhhh. I felt every vein, every section sweep past my juicy entrance. He wanted to leisurely penetrate me. I approved, emitting a smothered wail.
When my succulent twat met the wide base of his cock, he transferred his grip from my waist to my dangling tits. He wanted total control as he fucked me.
He began driving his cock in and out of my tight pussy. He squeezed my tits, capturing me in a crushing embrace. My nipples were still erect, burning into his palms. He tweaked them, coercing my fevered cries. My pussy made moist, squishy sounds as he pumped his cock. Brian groaned with pleasure, enjoying the warmth of my cunt.
"I could fuck you for hours," he said. "Oh, yeah, that feels great, baby. You're so fucking wet."
I worked my hips, my mound coming at him with satisfying force. I felt his dick move in my soaked layers of cunt squish. My dense mound of pussy hair smashed against his groin. A rush of desire filled me right after he slammed into my hot clench.
"Fuck me, baby," he groaned. "Jesus, fuck me, fuck my meat, take my cock. Take it alluhhhhhhhhhh!"
Brian pulled me to him, driving his dick up into my belly.
"You're so hard!" I sobbed, pelting him with my snatch. I let my mound slap with resounding force, then trembled from the hot reverberations. "Give it to me, stud! Feed me that monster. Make me cum with your big cock."
He did as I commanded, gasping as his dick burrowed into my cunt. My pussy lips grabbed his cock and held him in a taut vise. The sharp smell of cunt juice propelled his excitement. Harder and harder he hammered into my snatch, losing himself in the juicy slot. He rammed into me with all he had.
"Doesn't that make your pussy feel good?" He pumped me, enjoying the wet smacking sounds of our groins. I was soaked with juice, easy to penetrate. He grunted as he pushed into my soft, slick pussy. My cunt lips slipped over his hard cock like a glove. "Oh, baby. It sure feels good to me. Oh, yeah, fuck my cock, fuck it good!"
I arched my back, pushing into his chest. "You're all man," I said huskily. My pointed nipples dripped with sweat. He could hear my satisfaction as he slid forward, filling me with his entire self. When he pulled back, he could see how slippery I made him; droplets of my juice lingered. "Oh, keep it in," I wailed. "Keep it in." I sliced backward to absorb more cock.
He watched as the rigid column went into my pussy, then savored the hot impact.
Jammed in my cunthole, he didn't think he could contain himself. The pressure in my snatch was building, urging him to cum.
"Am I hurting you, baby?" he asked between breaths. "You got me pretty worked up. I don't want to make your pussy sore-but I can't help myself."
I was beyond containing my excitement. "More," I urged him. "More, please."
Clamping my hips, he pumped me full with his hot dick, driving himself deep. He tilted his head back and groaned.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh, don't stop!" I cried. I took his cock into my body. "Please, don't stop!"
"Ughhh! Oh, yeah, keep my dick wet. Squeeze me with your cunt." He groaned as he leaned into my soft, sweaty flesh. He cupped my waist and shoved his cock into my warm cunt.
My breath grew ragged. In a rush, I screamed, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."
"You want me to make you cum, baby? Want to cum harder than you ever have before? Come on, baby, hump me! Hump my dick! I want you to cream on me! Squeeze my hard cock with your pussy! Ohhhhh, yeah, do it! Fuck my big dick! Cram it inside that cunt! It'll fit, baby. Oh, yeah, make it fit! Bring it all the way back!
Ughhhhhhhh!" He groaned hoarsely, letting my snatch muscles milk his big thing. He fed it to me just the way I wanted, listening to me get off in the process. As he gained ground, I weakened and let him pump me.
"It feels so good," I whispered heavily. I bucked and jerked, letting him feel the pull of my cunt muscles.
I loved being led by him, yielding to his pull. I wanted to make sure he'd always remember this session. He rammed me hard, hammering his shaft even higher than it had already gone. I responded with a throaty sigh, showing him I loved it. He continued to grind me with a fury.
To magnify the excitement, he parted my pussy lips with his thumb and began rubbing my clit.
"Fuck me, Brian. Fuck me hard, baby. Do it more! More!"
"Yeah," he gasped, resuming our frantic pace. He jiggled me back to heaven.
"Oh, God," I gasped, dragging huge gulps of air into my lungs, "you're going to make me cum!"
"Yeah!" he told me. "Do it! Show me how you cum!"
He heard my sobbing plea squeak from my throat. I slammed against his crotch, pelting him with my furred mound. His dick sizzled in my slot, his jizz boiling in his balls.
Our groins smacked together in a frenzy. I humped him so hard his balls whacked my butt. The leather belt holding his gun was going to leave its imprint as well. His dick, encased in my soaked wrap, enjoyed that luxurious tickle. Moisture dampened us both. Brian drowned in my cunt juice. His body operated with maximum adrenaline, his heart pounding frantically.
My tits bobbed, nipples whipping at his hand. He squeezed one. My breathing became more labored, then I emitted a choked cry.
"Uggghhhhhhh!" I heaved, going into a convulsion. My flesh quivered against him. Binding his arms around me to stifle the spasms, he wanted to experience my every contraction. The clamp of my pussy made his balls ache all the more. He couldn't delay his orgasm another second.
"Oh, yeah," he groaned, letting his hot stream of cum flow into my pussy. He came heavily, squirting me with an ample supply. His thing jerked in my slot as he sent creamy ooze gushing into my cunt. "Do you feel it?" he asked with a croak. "Can you feel me cum?"
I nodded. "You're flooding me! There's so much of it! Oh, God! Ohhhhhhh!"
We slumped together against the tree, fighting to catch our breath. He was stiff even after saturating me. We stood there, fighting to reclaim our senses, connected at the groin. When the delirium ended, I realized we had been fucking for a half-hour. Brian was still on duty and might be reported missing.
"Hey, baby, I've got to split. I've got a job to do."
"Sure I can't change your mind?" I sassed, attempting to influence him with a powerful squeeze of my pussy.
Brian was tempted, but ultimately declined. "We've got to do this again. It was great."
"If you're a good boy, I just might let you come to my place. But I'm warning you, we're going to unplug the phone and shut out the world for twenty-four hours."
"You're on," he laughed, then gave my ass an affectionate slap. "Nobody does it like you, baby. You're the best any man could possibly want."
It was music to my ears.