I wanted him the second I laid eyes on him. I wanted him bad; I wanted him up my ass, stretching me open with his big cock. It was getting late, and soon it would be light. Either I got him now, or when the next train came through, I’d be on it

I must have wanted it bad, because I leaned against a tree, and dropped the back of my jeans, completely exposing the cheeks of my ass. I glanced back, but he still seemed to be looking across the Thames. Harder, I thought. This was no time to be inconspicuous. I dropped my jeans entirely and leaned forward, exposing my butthole in invitation.

I pulled one hand away long enough to suck it into my mouth, wetting my fingers, then returned it to my ass. I held myself open, and slowly worked a finger inside my quivering butt hole. I watched him, he was all eyes. A second finger joined the first, then a third.

He slowly, methodically walked in my direction, a smirk on his face. I watched as he began to work his hand over his cock, getting ever closer. “oh please god, let him want this” I thought as I reached into my pocket and took out my poppers, each hit making me want him more.

He was right behind me now and by straining to look over my shoulder, I could see he had unbuttoned his pants and held what appeared to be a huge, glistening cock in his hands. He positioned himself directly behing my gaping fuckhole and watched as my fingers fucked my asshole, as I dreamed about his cock taking me from behind, raping me, making me, and my ass his property.

Suddenly, I realized how I must look, leaning over, ass to the wind , fucking myself. I must have looked the perfect pig slut. I heard a slight laugh come from him and I turned almost completely around, without stopping my fingers to see if he was mocking me. When I did, I finally got a good look at his meat, dewey with precum, only inches from me. He was holding its throbbing head and grinning at me mockingly. “Oh God, I thought, I need that cock inside me now” I thought as I worked my fingers furiously into my ass hole.

He slowly an ungently slapped my hand from my hols saying, ‘ Now that’s enough of that.” I nodded, thinking, anything, please, anything you want, just fuck me. Instead, he put his palm on my ass cheek, as if checking its firmness and then gave it a sharp smack. My thrilled cock jumped and quivered. I took a blast of poppers, then he grabbed them from me, and shoved me toward a clump of bushes.

Secreted in the hedge, he grabbed me, and pulled me to him. I could smell the coffee and cigarettes on his breath. He pushed my hand away from my ass again , and played his finger tips over the open pucker of my being. "Want that fucked, don't you?" He growled into my ear. "Yes," I whimpered, "please."

He took control, bending me over, and spreading my ass cheeks wide. He seemed to be examining me, and I felt exposed. He spread me wider, and found the eye of my asshole. A finger quickly played across it. "What do you want," he growled.

"Your cock, sir. Please, I want to feel your cock inside me."

There wasn’t going to be any cock sucking with this stud. He was just going to give me what I needed, what he wanted. The sun was slowly lightening on the horizon in the west, when he spit in his palm and laved the head of his dick. He held the poppers under my nose for a minute, forcing me to take repeated hits. I held each blast deep in my lungs, feeling myself soar higher and higher with each hit.

He nudged his cockhead against the muscle of my ass, and growled, "Bitch!" I opened as he spearheaded into me, feeling the quivering muscle unfurl around the rubbery head of his cock. He pushed in slowly, letting me experience every steely inch. When he finally hit bottom, he pulsed inside me, stretching me even more.

"I'm a cop," he whispered in my ear, the voice steely and the breath hot, slightly menacing. I froze. He reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a badge, quickly flashing it before me. "You better be one of the best fucks I've ever had.” He grunted

"Uhm-um," I hissed, panicking.

"Do a good job for me, babe, and I'll do you a favor." I was high, too high. My tensions faded away as he cock plied my clutching asshole. "Yeah," he groaned, slamming his cock, from head to base up my asshole. "Yeah...."

He fucked so hard, so good. He forced me down onto my hands and knees and fucked me, doggie style. Oh Jesus, the feel of his fat, cock stabbing into me was too much. Arrest me, I thought. It's worth it.

Pounding away, pounding away, he eventually forced me to the ground. I lay under him, letting him rape my ass. John Law fucking ass, and it wasn't the long arm of the law inside me. "Oh so good," I moaned. So good...."

He held me down, grinding his wiry bush against my ass. My gut was full of him, and I loved it. I felt watery inside like everything had melted around him. Each thrust made a quiet, wet, gush as he plied me with his nightstick of a cock. If he was a dirty cop, I was only too happy to be his partner in crime. I put out everything I had for him, letting him tell me what moves he liked and which he didn't. I laid under him, his collar and his slave.

The rhythmic slap of his thighs against the cheeks of my ass filled the early dawn air, along with his grunts, and my groans. The poppers stayed under my nostrils whenever he felt like giving me a little something extra, like gyrating his beefy hips to stir the cauldron of my gut. When he started punch fucking me, pulling his entire dick out, then slamming it home, I almost died with lust. No man had ever made me feel so weak before, no man had ever had the power that silver badge imparted.

On and on we went, fucking, groaning, grunting, and moaning. Suddenly, he froze, his body tense, and energized above me. He drove his hips home, spanking my ass with his thighs, and moaned. "Take it, you know you want this. This is what you were begging for Take my hot, spunk. Yeah, I'm cumming...."

My ass went wild, cinching around him each time his big dick throbbed. It seemed to be growing, expanding, swelling to fill me like no man had ever done before. "Oh God," I grunted. "Give it to me, copper. Give me what I worked for, what I'm going to jail for. Give me your hot, cop cum."

I felt his hog give one more wild surge, then spew cop spunk inside me, each spurt hitting me harder than the last. "Oh God," I moaned as my dick throbbed, pulsing beneath me. "Oh God...."

I blew, dumping my load onto the rough dirt beneath me, shivering with each shot. He kept at me, fucking away like he hadn't even cum. His cum oozed up around is cock and seeped out down between my wide spread legs. Then we collapsed.

Reality dawned like the sun in the east. This was a cop, a policeman. I was in deep shit. He slowly pulled out of me, his still hard cock clearing the gap of my asshole with a quiet `pop'. When I caugt my breath I asked, “ So, you going to run me in?” He smiled a slow wolfish grin and said, ‘ yeah, you need to be punished, don’t you think? I’m going to take you back to my place and teach you a lesson” My cock got hard all over again.