The Cop Next Door Gia Blue September 2011
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The Cop Next Door My neighbor sure knows how to wash a car. Whew. I’m taking a break from hauling my stuff around. Most of the furniture is in my apartment and some of the fam are helping with the boxes. I’m just starting college and Dad felt I needed my own apartment. “There’s no way you’ll get any studying done in those dorms.” His gruff voice rumbled from behind his newspaper when I’d been accepted. Even better? “I won’t have any daughter of mine turning into one of them lesbians by spending so much time surrounded by other girls.” So, yeah, I go to an all-girls college and Dad doesn’t want me to become a carpet muncher. If he only knew how I’d experimented in high school and exactly how “best” my best friend is. Still love cock, but sometimes only a lady will do. Speaking of cock…The guy in the parking lot is spraying water all over the painted surface of his cop car, rinsing off the soap, leaving the gleaming surface behind. He’s in cutoffs and shirtless, his muscles shifting beneath his skin, bulging with every move. Rawr. He’s leaning over the hood, drying the white paint, giving me an awesome view of his tight ass. I lick my lips…all of those muscles just beg to be put to good use.
Like fucking me. Hard. A hand slapping my ass has me yelping, frowning and rubbing my backside. I turn and glare at the offender. “Hey!” Of course it’s Daddy. “Hey yourself, missy. Your uncles are doing all your work while you’re,” he looks out the window, “staring at the cop in the parking lot. Hell, he looks to be my age!” He quirks a brow at me. “He’s not that old, Daddy.” “At least, he’s a cop. Makes me feel better that you’ll have some extra protection around.” Right. I’m gonna need some “protection”. Of course it’ll be latex. Daddy pats my ass. “Come on, sweetheart. I want to meet this cop of yours.” I groan. “Dad.” My whine doesn’t deter him. He just keeps on going, waiting for my Uncle Gino to pass before he tromps down the stairs and I hurry after him. I have no doubt he’ll embarrass me, but hopefully I can keep it to a minimum. Maybe he doesn’t have his wallet on him. At least, then the nude baby pics can’t be whipped out. After weaving through my two other uncles and a cousin, I jog up to Dad just as he’s extending his hand to the cop and introducing himself.
“John Thompson, good to meet ya.” My dad’s voice is full of welcome. Good ‘ole Dad. “Tim Marks.” My walking sex dream is named Tim. Fuck that, he’s Officer Marks. Forever and ever, amen. Dad’s going through the normal get-to-know-ya chatting, all the while I’m drinking in the man’s appearance. Thick thighs, wavy hair, piercing blue eyes and a body that’s built for fucking. I lick my lips when I get to the juncture of his thighs and wonder if that’s a bit of a bulge behind his zipper. Momma likes. A hand breaks into my line of sight, thumb hooking in the waist of the shorts, fingers covering my prize. Damn it. I bring my attention back to the cop, find his eyes just a bit darker, a half-smile on his lips. I let my tongue trail along my upper lip, then over the lower one, giving him something to think about. He narrows his eyes, turns his entire focus back to my dad and I figure I better listen to what the hell he’s saying. “So, if you’d keep an eye on her, I’d appreciate it. It’s her first time living away from home and all that.” Officer Marks nods. “Of course. I’m right next door and I’ll be happy to watch out for her.” Dad holds his hand out once again, gripping the other man’s. “Great, ‘preciate it.” Oh, I’ll be appreciating something. Hopefully soon. Maybe even tonight.
*** Okay, I’m standing outside Officer Marks’ door and I’m starting to think this might not have been the best idea evah. Because when I was lying in bed, listening to him watch porn with the volume turned up…easing his little problem by interrupting seemed freakin’ awesome. I take a deep breath. “Okay, Ashley, time to get your groove on and pray he doesn’t shoot me. Cause that would be bad.” I think scary thoughts…tearing my fave Seven Jeans, or crashing Daddy’s car (again). False tears stinging my eyes, I knock, lip quivering. I’m wearing teeny pale pink panties and a skin hugging men’s tank top. The type that come three in a pack and are nearly paper-thin. The moans and groans I’d been hearing abruptly stop and the sudden quiet is filled by male cursing and thumps from inside the officer’s apartment. I wrap my arms around my stomach, making me seem needy as well as pushing my breasts together for a better view for my prey. The thump of feet approaches and then the locks are flicked. Click, click, click. Wow, Officer Marks had to have a serious thing about security. Three locks. Then the door is wrenched open and the rumpled, heavily muscled and lickable Officer Marks is standing before me in all his shirtless glory. His hair is tousled and his tanned chest is heaving, sprinkled with dark hair, tempting me.
A fine sheen of sweat covers his skin, the outside light catching the glint. My attention travels lower for a tiny moment, just long enough to see there’s still an impressive bulge behind the zipper of his jeans. Must. Focus. On. Task. He runs a hand down his face and shakes his head before he speaks. “Ashley?” I keep my voice low, shaky. “O-Officer Marks…I think someone is in my apartment.” “Wha’?” He takes a deep breath. “In your apartment? Why didn’t you call the police?” I poke out my lower lip, sniffle. “You are the police, aren’t you?” He huffs. “Yeah. Stay put, let me grab my gun. I’m sure it’s nothing.” He leaves the door open when he retreats and I easily see the big screen TV, the look of ecstasy on the woman’s face as a faceless man pounds her from behind is frozen on the screen. My pussy tenses, low ache growing as I imagine myself before Officer Marks, taking whatever he gives me. I step back when he reappears, still shirtless, but now he’s got a gun in his hand. Big, sleek and black as midnight, and the man holding it looks deadly. “Come on.” He doesn’t look happy, but I’ll be sure to slap a smile on his face.
I step back, let him pass and approach my door just down the walkway. I’ve left it open a few inches, and he turns back to me. “Stay here.” I nibble my lower lip and nod. “Okay.” I’m totally not going to listen. He eases through the door, gun leading the way and I bite back a sigh. He’s got to do his whole “uber cop” thing that I’ve pushed him to do. I’ve got a split floor plan, one bedroom to the left, another to the right, dining room, living room and kitchen in the center. I poke my head in, watch his progression. He’s got his gun pointed toward the ground, moving around the main room. La di da. He moves into the room on the left, mine, and I figure he’s about half done with the whole “sweep” of the place. Officer Marks emerges and heads to the other side of my home, glares at me as he spies me standing in the entryway before he heads into the second bedroom, my office, actually. It’s mere moments before he returns, fiddling with his gun and then glaring at me. “There’s no one here, Ashley. Next time you sho—” “Are you sure?” I snag his hand, pull him toward my bedroom, release him once we cross the threshold. It’s exactly as I’ve left it: mussed sheets, vibrator and lube resting on the nightstand and my own fave porno cued on the television. Of course the woman in my chosen vid is riding her guy, but whatever.
Now it’s time for the show and I’m glad I minor in drama at Fell Utilitarian College. FUC. Yeah. I head toward the bed, crawl to the middle of it and bend my knees, thighs spread, feet planted on the mattress. “I was lying just like this and watching Jesse Jane ride Evan Stone.” Officer Marks totally looks like the uber hot porn star. I reach over and snag my toy. “And I was fucking myself and I swear I heard something. Like a moan or something and it totally wasn’t my vid. Isn’t she hot, though? I’ve heard I look like her.” I sit up a bit, circle my finger around the head of my dildo, round and round she goes. He makes a strangled noise in his throat, but doesn’t move a muscle. “Ashley…” I lick the tip of the silicone cock, savor the salty flavor of my juices. Because, yeah, I really was getting fucked by the dick before I got my bright idea to interrupt my gun-toting neighbor. Had to take some of the edge off. “So do you think I look like her?” I’ve got the trim body, big breasts, bright blonde hair and pretty blue eyes. Honestly, had the ‘rents not demanded I do the school thing, I totally would have rocked the adult industry. Seriously. “Ashley, listen—” I wave a hand, distract him. “Guys have said I fuck like her too. You know, hard and fast. Rough.” I shake my head. “But you’re here about the guy who was in here.” I tilt my head to the side. “Then again, it sounded like a sort of
sexy moan. Huh.” I shrug. “But it wasn’t my porn. I know this vid by heart.” I tap my chin with the toy. “Hmm…Were you watching something really loud, Officer Marks? Maybe that’s what I heard. But it really sounded like…” He clears his throat. “Enough. What I do in my own home is my business. I’ll keep the TV down, and next time, call nine-one-one if you have trouble.” I rise to my knees, wide-eyed and feigning innocence. I’ve learned the act well over the years, so it’s not too difficult. “But, Officer Marks, if we’re both doing the same thing, we could, like, do it together.” He drops his head back, exposing the line of his throat while he stares at the ceiling. “Why me?” I sniffle. Actress, that’s me. “You don’t want me?” I let my gaze wander over him, the hard pecs, washboard abs and noticeable bulge all snag my attention. And that cock just begging to be released from those jeans has my name all over it. I drop the vibrator to the bed and wiggle off the soft, cushiony surface until I’m standing, then pad toward him. He’s tall, much taller than me, and everything I could want in a fuck buddy. Sure, he’s older than me, probably thirty-five to my eighteen, but I figure that just means he’s got a lot of experience to back up the sexual promise he makes when he enters a room. Officer Marks hasn’t been paying attention and jumps when my hand connects with his cloth-covered prick.
“Wha—” His focus turns to me and that exclamation turns into a moan when I pump his shaft. “I’m a good girl, unless you want me to be bad, Officer Marks.” I flick the button on his jeans and lower his zipper ever so slowly. His cock springs free and I search out the smooth, silken skin. I love having a nice, thick dick in my hand, exposed to my mercy. “What do you want, Officer Marks?” I lick my lower lip and his gaze stays there, frozen, and I flutter my fingers over his length for the barest moment before I shift my hold to the waist of his jeans, tug them down until they pool at his feet. I lower to my knees, gaze on him, his on me. “Do you want the bad girl, Officer Marks?” I hit the floor and turn to the cock at eye level. It’s long and thick, at least eight inches of arousal just for me. The hair surrounding his shaft is trimmed short, and my mouth waters at the picture he presents. “Ashley…” I glance at him, hoping he’s not about to call a halt. “Suck it.” Oh, fuck. My pussy has been creaming this entire time, but it clenches hard, tightening and looking to be filled when he orders me to give him a blowjob. I circle his cock with my hand at its base, point it toward me and open my mouth. I give it an open-mouthed kissed, lick away the pre-cum. “Oh, yeah.” His voice is a whisper and I look up into his passionate gaze. One of his hands curves around the back of my head, nudging me closer.
I open and let him slip past my lips, lave and suck his length, take in half of him and pump the rest of his dick along with the movement of my mouth. Back and forth I taste him, run my tongue along the underside of his shaft, flick and tease the spot just below the head and listen to his heavy breathing. “Fuck, suck that cock. Take that fat dick.” I settle into a rhythm, suck and flick and tongue his prick with increasing urgency. He fists my hair, taking pleasure from my mouth, and I fucking love it, love being used like a hole. My eyes are watering, but I wouldn’t stop for the world. I’m holding the most sensitive part of a man in my mouth. My nipples are hard, needy little pebbles and my cunt is throbbing, wet and aching. I’m just a big bundle of want, ready to be fucked, hard and long and often. “Oh, yeah.” His voice is a growl and I close my eyes, settle to my task. I increase the suction, take him deeper, swallow around his shaft. “Fuck.” I’ve got two hands on my head and I can’t think past the dick in my mouth, saliva running down his shaft and easing the way for my hands. I whimper and moan, enjoying this almost as much as he seems to be. “Yeah, yeah, yeah…” He chants with every thrust before suddenly it all stops.
He pulls out of my mouth and tilts my head back. I’m staring at him, mouth open wide, saliva covering my chin. He grips the base of his dick and taps it on my lips. “Want it?” I whimper, reach out with my tongue and try to tempt him back to me. I want it, want his cum, his spunk down my throat. And then in my pussy. My ass. Everywhere. I squirm. “Please…” “Lying to a police officer is illegal, Ashley. Do you really think I should give you what you want? That was very bad…” “I’m sorry, Officer Marks.” He quirks a single brow and I wonder how long he had to practice to get that expression just right. “You’ll have to be punished. I should take you to jail.” I whimper, pussy growing wetter with every word he utters. “I’ll do anything. Please, don’t.” He taps my lower lip again with the tip of his cock. “Anything?” I nod, tongue snaking out to lap at the salty sweetness of his pre-cum. He’s enjoying this too. Hand still gripping my hair, he pulls me to my feet and then releases me, pushes me toward the bed. I glance over my shoulder, wink at him and wiggle my ass a bit.
I move to place a knee on the mattress, but he stops me with a hand on the small of my back, pushes me until I’m bending over the bed, chest on the blanket, ass in the air. “Just like that, I need to frisk you, make sure you don’t have anything that’s dangerous.” His rough hands slide over my skin and I relax into the bed, let him touch me however he wants. I moan as his caress moves from my ankles to my upper thighs, thumbs coming near my pussy. Officer Marks slips his fingers along my cleft, pushing my panties into my slit, forcing a shudder down my spine. “I think you’re concealing something here.” Those hands leave and then my panties are gone in a quick rip of fabric. “Yes.” I push back, aching to have my pussy touched, stroked, something. “Oh, you’ve definitely got a deadly weapon.” I snort. He smacks my ass. “Quiet you. Or I’ll fill your mouth again.” Like that’s a threat. But I listen, wait to see what the big, bad cop will do next. He palms my ass, separating the cheeks, and blows across my puckered asshole. I haven’t had many guys there, but I’ve loved it each and every time. I tighten my cunt, pussy creaming even more, cool air shooting a different type of shiver along my spine.
A warm, wet tongue laves my tender flesh from clit to asshole, the whole long stretch of skin, ending at the naughty hole with a long lick. “Oh, Officer Marks.” I practically purr his name. Fuck, it’s too much. All good and bad and deliciously dirty at the same time. I ease back into each lick, each touch and work to guide him to where I need. He doesn’t take direction. Apparently, cops are like that. He slaps my ass, kneading the globe and pressing his thumb against my hole, easing past the ring of muscle. “Of, fuck, Officer Marks. I’m so bad, so dirty.” He growls against me, sticks his tongue into my cunt and flutters over the aroused flesh. Thumb in my ass, tongue in my cunt…the fingers of his other hand stroke my clit, circle the nerve-filled nub and press hard against my pleasure point. “Fuckmefuckmefuckme…” It’s there, my orgasm, hovering at the edge, but he’s too good to let it hesitate for long. Officer Marks increases his attention, tongue fucking me, fingering my ass, digits just rubbing against my engorged clit, and pleasure is gathering through me, gaining speed. Thank god I’ve got the bed for support. My knees are weak and I’m fisting the sheets while he just yanks my orgasm closer. “Gonna come.”
He rubs hard and fast against my clit before he spanks it, slaps it hard and mixes slivers of pain in with my pleasure. “Fuck.” He pulls his tongue away and spits around my asshole, pulls his thumb free and slicks himself up. “Fucking pretty pussy, hot ass.” A finger enters me, stretching my back hole and he returns his mouth to my cunt, thrusting in and out of my ass and pussy at the same speed, fingers of his other hand returning to my need clit. “I’m bad, Officer Marks. Spank me. Fuck me.” He growls against me, sucks at my hole, slips his finger in and out of my ass, palm just striking my throbbing clit over and again. I can barely speak now, just chanting over and over again. “Yesyesyesyesyes…” My cunt is clenching in a milking rhythm. Harder and faster with each passing second and I’m running toward the edge, body ready to come harder than ever before, ready to fucking explode all over his face. He’s breathing heavy, I’m breathing heavy. “Fucking come on your face. Come on your mouth.” Then it’s there, my climax is pouring through me like lava and just stealing away any control I’d had on my muscles. My back arches, body tense and I scream as I come on him, cream practically flowing from my cunt, tightening, begging to be fucked long and hard.
But he doesn’t give me a chance to recover, to catch my breath and relax for a moment. As soon as the spasms ease the tiniest bit, he’s gone, lifting me and tossing me onto the bed. I bounce a few times, wide-eyed, staring at the massive cop that looks like he’s about to explode. His face is shining in the dim light, my juices coating his chin. “Condoms.” His voice is a deep growl. Yay. “The table.” In a flash, he’s got one open and rolling down his angry cock, his focus on me as he covers himself and then he’s coming toward me, intent on taking what I’ve got. “I’m gonna fuck you, Ashley.” I roll from my back and onto my knees, one hand cupping my breast, the other teasing my pussy. “Yeah? Think you can? I’m a bad little felon. I could surprise you.” He narrows his eyes and then he’s on me, forcing me to submit and take the position he wants, on my back, legs on his shoulders and practically bent in half as he simply shoves his dick into my cunt. No preamble, no gentle entrance, just bam and then the pistoning of his hips begins. Holy fucking shit. “Fuckfuckfuckfuck…”
The head of his cock strokes my g-spot while he enters me nice and deep, shaft stretching me to the point of pain. “Take that fat cock, little whore.” My pussy clenches with his words, tightening around his dick, milking him and making him press against my nerves even more. “Fucking that tight cunt, so fucking wet.” I’m moaning and tossing my head side to side, attempting to meet his thrusts, but barely able to move. His hips are slamming against mine, thrust, thrust, push. The wet sound of his prick going in and out of my pussy fills the room. “Give it to me, gimme that cock, Officer Marks. Fuck my cunt.” I’m breathless, but not beyond words. I want his dick in me, want a nice hard ride. He growls, pace increasing, deeper and rougher. “Rub your clit. Come on my cock, slut.” I do as he says, find my hard nub with unerring accuracy, fingers of my other hand pluck at my nipples, twisting and pinching. My cunt tightens around him, again and again, milking him. “Fuck yeah.” My whole body shakes with his thrusts, bed pounding against the wall as he fucks me, takes my body. And he’s pegging my g-spot, drilling me through the mattress, yanking pleasure from me. Cause really? I don’t have a choice. He’s taken over and I’m just along for the ride.
My pussy is just tensing, body shuddering with every thrust and I feel my release jogging closer, running within reach. The lighting of pleasure strikes me from head to toe. Breasts, clit, legs, cunt. God, even my ass feels good. Everything is just alive and ready. “Fucking come. Come on my dick.” It’s so close, closer than ever and it won’t take much more. He’s braced on his hands above me, but one arm moves, and a moment later, pain blossoms on my ass, the spank loud in the room. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck… That’s all it’s gonna take. My cunt strangles his dick, again and again and again while all the muscles in my body tense at once, holding me frozen for a tiny moment and then I feel as if I’m shaking all over, pleasure shooting through me like lightning. Sparks blossoming all over, and Officer Marks hasn’t quit, hasn’t slowed. More, more, more. My orgasm continues, tearing pleasure from my grasp before dumping it over me once again. Harder, harder, harder. I’m sobbing, babbling and I don’t give a fuck, just as long as his cock stays inside my cunt. He growls, hands moving, but I don’t care, can’t think past what he’s doing to me. Then my view shifts, changes until I’m on my hands and knees, then pushed until my legs are spread as wide as possible, lower stomach practically on the bed surface. Thank god I’m flexible.
His hand on my lower back keeps me down and he shoves back inside me, thumb circling my asshole. “Want this fucking ass. Wanna fill you.” With the change in position, I’m close to the nightstand and I reach out, snag the lube, hold it up for him. “Yeah.” He snatches it from me and I hear the click of the top, feel the cool fluid slide along the crack of my ass. He’s still moving in and out of me, a slow fuck while his fingers toy with my back hole. Those nerves aren’t touched very often and they spring to life beneath his fingers. “Oh, yeah, Officer Marks. Take my ass.” That thumb slides in easily and he removes it, replaces it with a digit, slipping past the rings of muscle with ease. That finger disappears and is replaced with two, stretching me. The position of our bodies doesn’t allow me to rock back against him, take more, and I whimper, needy little whore that I am. Now I’ve got three fingers in my hole and the burn of the stretch causes a shudder to slide up my spine. In and out, over and over, he fucks me with cock and fingers, gives me even naughtier thoughts about two hot cops at once. Two dicks in me, fucking me hard and making me come on their shafts. “Want this dick?” “Fuck, yeah, Officer Marks. So bad, so dirty. Punish me.” The fingers disappear and the blunt head of his cock presses against my asshole, pushes past the ring and straight into my ass, filling, stretching and
touching those slutty nerves. My pussy tightens on air, ass mimicking the movement, and he swears, pushing in until his balls rest against my cunt. His body holds me down, keeps me from moving and taking his dick however he’ll give it to me. “Take that cock.” He’s panting. I feel the cool drops of his sweat on my back. “Little cum-slut, aren’t you?” “Yes. Want it, Officer Marks. Give it to me.” God, do I. The force of his thrusts increases, his pace gradually speeding, shoving in and out of my hole. “Gimme, gimme, gimme…” “Slut.” Then he’s pounding, slam, slam, slam until I don’t know how he can manage to move that fast, push that hard. But I appreciate it. “Feels so good. Yeah.” I bury my face in the pillow, let go, scream and claw and just relax. My pussy is creaming, soaking my sheets, and I don’t need to touch my clit to come. No, his balls slapping against my cunt, dick pounding my ass, it’s all enough. Cause I’m climbing again, soaring toward the edge and just letting the pleasure sweep me away. “Harder, Officer Marks. Punish me.” He growls, gives me what I beg for, pumping and slamming and shoving that fat cock into me. I know my hole is spasming right along with my pussy, milk, tense, shudder and shake, as if trying to suck him deeper. “O-o-oh, yeah.”
My voice shakes in time with his thrusts. It’s there then, growing, growing, growing and then bursting, like an over-filled balloon it just pops. It shoots through me, pleasure filling me to the very top, slamming through me in time with his thrusts. I can’t hold back my scream, my shout of ecstasy and moan of relief. I feel a wetness beneath me, soaking the sheets, and I know I squirted as he fucked me, the pleasure so intense I just had to physically come like a man, my cream just overflowing my cunt. His thrusts become jerky, uneven, breath coming in stuttered gasps before he slams into me once more, holding tight and sealing his hips to mine. He’s holding his breath, cock swelling and throbbing inside me, shoving another orgasm at me, surprising me with the sudden burst of pleasure, ass twitching around him and dragging a moan from his chest. “Fuck, yeah. Sweet ass.” I’m panting, boneless. He can do whatever the fuck he wants at this point. Fuck walking. It’s so overrated. Seriously. Breathing even seems like too much effort. I don’t even know how much time passes before his weight disappears, hand slipping between us and he’s withdrawing slowly. I whimper and moan with the touch of every ridge of his dick as he slides free of my abused ass. “Officer Marks.”
“Shh…do that and I’ll get hard again, baby.” Hmm…baby. That’s kinda sweet. A little tame considering the raunchy sex we just had, but whatever. I close my eyes and listen to him pad through my apartment, water running in the bathroom, him poking around and then he’s back, a wet wash cloth bathing my beaten flesh. I sigh, not moving. I swear, as soon as I can feel my arms…or anything…I’ll get up. He brushes a kiss on my temple and that’s sorta the last thing I remember. Sunlight streaming through my window wakes me and I realize I’m still in the flattened position he’d left me in, knees bent and spread wide, arms under my head. I shift and groan at the stiffness of my joints and the ache from my well-used cunt and ass. Oh, last night was just too good. I could easily get addicted to his cock. Eyes half open, I turn my head and I’m not surprised to find the other side of my bed empty. It was a fuck. Period. What I don’t expect is a note on the pillow. I unwind and reach for the paper, unfold it to reveal a harsh, masculine scrawl. Lying to a police officer is considered obstruction of justice and can mean jail time. Consider this your warning. Officer Marks. Huh. I wonder what I’ll get if I interrupt his next Sunday football party.
About the Author: Gia Blue writes smut because she's been cursed with an unbelievably dirty mind. Every erotic thought has her putting pen to paper and then releasing the stories to all of the naughty people in the world. A self-proclaimed whore, nympho and ex-stripper now that she's traded her pole for a Mac. She's embarked on an important mission to convert everyone who reads her books into jolly, one-handed readers. She'd shake your hand, but it looks like you're busy. http://giablue.com
