Erotic Story:
"Yes, Officer"
      Gerry was already 15 minutes late with a 30-minute drive ahead of him, so he decided to take the back roads.  His sports coupe could easily take those bends at 70 mph and chances were, no traffic patrol would be around.  He could cut his time in half and only be a half-hour late.
      Gerry made it about 5 miles down local 447 when the blaring siren and flashing lights caught up him and an angry cop ordered him to pull in the next side street over the pa system.  Gerry immediately turned in the first dirt path he came up on, pulled his car off to the side, parked and waited for the officer.  Gerry watched in his rear view mirror as patrolman stepped out of his car.  The cop was at least 6’ 4”, built like a Mack Truck and Gerry’s jaw dropped as the officer put on his hat and started toward him.  He had biceps that were at least 8 inches across.
      “In an awful hurry, aren’t you?” the officer’s voice was deep, serious.
      “Ah, yeah, see, I,” Gerry stammered.
      “Step out of the car.”
      Gerry thought that was odd for a routine speeding ticket, but he obediently took off his seatbelt and stepped out of the car.
The cop leaned down to search Gerry’s car and his uniform pants clung perfectly to his muscular ass.  Gerry tried not to stare, but how could he help himself. This guy was hot!
     “Been drinking today?” the officer asked.
     “No, sir.”
     “Do drugs?”
     “No, sir.”
     “Then you must be flat out insane.”
     Gerry paused; he wasn’t quite sure what the man was getting at, so he kept his mouth shut.  It was obvious the policeman was not amused and didn’t want an answer.
     “This is a $200 ticket and is worth 3 points on your license.  I see here you already have 2 points.  That means you lose your license if I write you this ticket.”
     “T..t…three points?” Gerry was taken aback.
     “Yes, three points.”
     Gerry buried his face in his hands wondering what the fuck he was going to do without a driver’s license.  How would he get to work?  The store?  The appointment he was late for???  
     “Pretty fucked, aren’t you?” the cop now seemed amused.
     “Uh, yeah, pretty fucked,” Gerry lamented.
     “Not yet,” the hulking man answered with a very slight grin. “Step around to the passenger side and get against the car.”
     Gerry looked puzzled, but the man’s expression said “NOW!” so he did as he was ordered.  Gerry put his hands on the roof off the car and looked straight ahead as the muscular officer stood behind him.  The cop began to frisk him, first his ankles, then his knees, then his package.  The officer held Gerry’s balls firmly in one hand, while the other slipped around Gerry’s front and unbuttoned his Chinos.  Gerry heard his zipper being released then the cool air hit his exposed ass. The patrolman pressed himself against Gerry’s back, placed has baton under Gerry’s throat and asked him if he was willing to do what it took to keep his driving privileges.  Gerry nodded.  Gerry popped a boner.
     Behind him, he could feel the man fumbling around behind his naked ass, he heard snaps behind released, zippers undone, then finally, he felt a huge, hard, hot cock pressing between his ass cheeks.
     “Open up,” the cop ordered.
     Gerry reached behind and spread his ass as far as could and the stud in uniform immediately buried himself deep inside Gerry’s fuckhole.  Baton still pushing Gerry’s head back and up, he could hear the man breathing in his ear.  The cop was in complete control.  He fucked Gerry with short, hard ramming thrusts, throwing Gerry into the car with each push.
     “Ever had a dick this big?” the cop’s deep voice echoed in Gerry’s head.
     “No, sir, I haven’t.”
     The cop wasn’t kidding; Gerry’s asshole was spread so wide it felt as if a Louisville Slugger was up his chute.  Gerry remained still as the officer didn’t allow him to budge and with every short, deep, hard slam Gerry grew more and more relaxed.  As his asshole took the thick cock more easily, the policeman began to fuck him with longer, more rhythmic thrusts.  He never gave up slamming Gerry’s ass, however, as each slam seemed harder than the last.  Gerry’s cock throbbed, but he didn’t dare reach down for it.  He took his punishment like a man, and truth be told, he was loving it.
     The officer continued to slam his dick deep inside Gerry, making his balls jerk with every slap of the hips.  After a while, the cop forced Gerry down to his hands and knees, never missing one hard, deep, fucking anal invasion.  His fingers dug into Gerry’s hips as he fucked him from a crouched, standing position, even deeper than before.  His pounding was relentless, furious, and seemingly infinite.  Then Gerry heard a groan, and his ass got reamed even faster as he felt the spurts of hot jism start to fill his asshole.  Spurt after spurt after spurt, the cop wouldn’t give up until the last load was left in Gerry’s fuck chute.
     Gerry stayed where he was as the officer dismounted him, waiting for his next command.  But it never came.  The cop zipped up, got in his patrol car and sped off, leaving Gerry with an ass full of his load and an intact driver’s license.  Gerry rolled over, smiled, jerked himself off and forgot about his appointment. THE END