This is an updated version of story that came to me after a long drive through Wyoming. My wife and I fell in love with the place and the people. It’s a humorous little fantasy.
I hope you enjoy it.
(C) Mike Kimera 2010 All rights reserved.
Wyoming. Nothing much ever happens in Wyoming. What kind of state doesn’t even have a baseball team?
I was headed for California and a new job in construction. Wyoming was just a State I wanted to get through as quickly as possible.
Maybe that’s why I was doing 90mph. Have you seen the long straight roads they have there? You can drive for an hour off the highway and not see another car.
My mind was filled with thoughts of what I’d do when I got to California. I hadn’t had a fuck in three days and my cock got hard as I pictured the bikini-clad girls roller-blading into my life.
I didn’t see the copcar ‘til its blues went on. Shit! I couldn’t afford a fine.
I pulled over and waited for Cowboycop to mosey on over and tell me how fast I’d been going and how much it was gonna cost me.
The sun was in my eyes when I looked in the mirror. Man this cop was small for a cowboy.
It was the hat and the uniform that mislead me. I was looking at a coplet. A really hot coplet.
As she came up to the window I realised she was about 5’ and weighed no more than 85lbs. Thick dark hair held up in a french braid. Slight build, small breasts and god what a tight tempting ass in those trooper pants.
She bent towards the car window and I saw a set of bright pink Cupid-shaped lips beneath the reflective sunglasses staring blankly back at me.
She was not smiling.
Suddenly I wished I’d shaved. I expected “License and registration.” I got “Get out of the car please sir.”
I hesitated. She stepped back, right hand resting in a relaxed but threatening way on her gun.
“Now sir”. She said…
Wyoming. Why did I ever move here? After I passed the exams I could have been a peace-officer in some nice little town with a beach.
But I had to follow pretty-boy Luke.
God he made me wet when I first saw him.
I was at the Rodeo in Moab. I’m a sucker for watching Old Glory riding out on a white horse, flanked on either side by the flags of the King of Beers and the Real Thing. This was the America my parents had moved from Mexico to find before I was born.
Luke was a young god on a wild horse. Tall, slim, hard muscles and an easy smile. Bright blue eyes that shone from a dark tanned face. And a butt to die for.
He fell off his horse in front on me. I was in cowboy boots, short shorts, crop top and straw cowboy hat. As he stood up dusting himself off his eyes moved methodically up my body and his grin widened.
The fucking started right there really ‘tho it took us another hour to get back to his motel.
That first fuck was wild. He picked me up, put me on his cock and literally rode me round the room. I was shouting “Yea Hah” so hard the neighbours complained. I came with a rush and he was still hard. He stayed that way for an hour. I was in heaven. I knew he was training me like a bronco; riding me ‘til I got tired but I figured the ride was worth it.
When I couldn’t move any more, I lay my head on his hard stomach and sucked his cock like a baby on the tit. He came in my mouth, great spurts of cum pumping into me, his hand resting on my head as if he was patting a favourite dog.
“Thanks baby” he said and fell asleep.
In the morning I woke up to find him already eating me. He lifted his head, flashed his blue-eyed smile and said “Morning baby, I’m Luke– wanna tell me your name?”
The morning disappeared in grunts and groans and slipping and sliding and licking and biting. This time he came deep in my ass and I was the one who fell asleep.
When I woke there was a note: “Hey Maria, we make a great team. Wanna give it a try for a while? Meet me in Cody next Friday”
I read the address. “Cody? Isn’t that in Wyoming?” I thought,
So here I am, twelve months later, a highway cop in Wyoming. I’m also a Rodeo widow.
“You wouldn’t like it on the road ,baby. Besides, you have a job here.” he says with his famous smile.
“And besides, you have a girl in every town” I thought.
But then he always comes back to me. Yea hah.
Sitting in the cruiser, waiting for nothing much, I’m thinking how long it’s been since we really fucked. Luke’s been away for two weeks now and my magic wand is starting to pall. Yesterday I found an unwashed shirt of his in the back of the wardrobe and took it to bed with me just to have that man smell in my nose.
“Holy shit what’s his hurry?”
A beat up Ford has just shot past at way over the limit. And me in plain sight.
“You’re going down boy – you’ve just insulted a sexually frustrated cop with nothing better to do than chew on your ass.”
Christ, now I was talking to myself.
I set off after him, flipped on the blues and he pulled over. He was watching me in his rearview. Could be dangerous. My heart always beats harder at this point.
I give him my stony faced look. Wonder what he’ll make of the non-regulation lipstick?
Then I get a surprise. He’s a looker. Kinda Hugh Jackman thing going on: designer stubble with blue-collar cool. Bet he’s good with his hands.
What am I thinking?
Actually I know exactly what I’m thinking, I just don’t want him to know it.
I over compensate. Instead of “license and registration” I say “Get out of the car please sir.”
He’s looking at me strangely. I step back, right hand resting on my gun and say “Now sir”…
I’ve always had a thing about women in uniform and this woman was pressing all my buttons. I loved that she was so small and looked so tough. And those pink lips had to mean something. I was already imagining the streaks of lipstick she’d leave on my cock as she sucked it.
This was not good for my peace of mind. My cock which had been hard at the thought of rollerblading california girls was positively rigid with excitement at the sight of this coplet.
How was I going to get out of the car without her noticing?
Maybe she was gay and wouldn’t care. Maybe she was a militant feminist and would shoot my balls off for disrespecting her by getting hard in her presence.
I got out of the car. She watched me closely, probably waiting for me to make some kind of move. I couldn’t tell where her eyes were looking through her sunglasses but it seemed to me that she looked at my crotch with more than a casual glance, but her facial expression didn’t even flicker.
I’m 6’3’’ in my barefeet and as I stood up I towered over the coplet, but she was still being tough.
“Assume the position, big boy,” she said.
I turned around and put my hands flat on the car roof and spread my legs. She kicked them slightly further apart and knocked me off balance a little while she frisked me. She stretched as she reached up to my shoulders.
I could feel her like a wall of heat behind me. Briefly I felt her breasts against my back. My cock was so swollen it hurt. Did I feel her nipples or were they the buttons on her shirt?
Now she was patting down my jeans. Her right hand touched my cock. It seemed to slide along the shaft from tip to base but so quickly it was gone before I had time to react. Was she touching me up? I thought about her lipstick, and her lips. I knew there was now a little stain of pre-cum on my jeans.
“Turn around slowly and keep you hands behind hour head” she said.
As he stepped out of the car it was lust at first sight.
Sometimes I just lose it. The civilised, law-enforcing, part of me switches off and the hindbrain takes over. This man had a hotline to my ovaries. My whole body was screaming Fuck him Fuck him now. Take his eed. We need it.
The first time this had happened to me I was nineteen and on my way home for Thanksgiving. I picked up the wrong bag at the bus station. I went to return the bag and found that the guy who owned it had taken mine and gone to his hotel. Boy was I pissed. I would miss my bus and my Mom’s painstakingly authentic American Thanskgiving dinner. I stormed up to the guy’s hotel room and pounded on the door.
He’d just showered. I think it was the way his thick black hair curled on his neck that did it. He was early twenties, tall, dark, six-pack belly of the truly self obsessed. Once our eyes met the rest was inevitable. Three days without leaving the hotel room. Room-service Thanksgiving dinner. I had lots to give thanks for.
I told my folks I got snowed in and couldn’t move. In a way it was true.
Then suddenly I woke up and thought, “who is this guy?” and I was released. The lust demon had crawled back into her cave and I had my life back. I left without a backward glance.
Now it was happening again.
I tried to stay professional but even as I started to frisk him I knew that his gun wasn’t the weapon I was looking for.
His shoulders were broad and his back was hard and lean. He smelled of clean sweat. I love that smell.
In reaching up for his shoulders I leant forward a little more than I needed to. My breasts brushed against his back. Actually my nipples grazed his back. They were stiff and trying to point me in the right direction.
My hands moved down to his hips. I touched his cock. I never touch their cocks. My hand was following instructions of its own and quickly but thoroughly traced the long hard length of it.
I realised I was holding my breath and biting my tongue.
Shit what was this guy going to think?
What was I thinking?
I was thinking how good that cock would feel moving inside me. I was imagining his hard hands on my breasts squeezing and pulling. I was going out of my mind.
There was no other choice; I had to get fucked.
I liked the idea. I hoped he did.
I needed to control this. Make sure I stayed on top.
FLASH IMAGE: me rocking back and forth on his meat, burying my fingernails in his chest hair.
Shit girl, get a grip.
‘”Turn around slowly and keep you hands behind your head,” I said.
He turned slowly, his eyes on mine. He looked embarrassed. Then I saw why. He was creaming his jeans.
This was going to be easier than I’d thought.
“Move towards the cruiser please, sir,” she said.
Her voice was cold and controlled but I‘d seen her head tilt to take in the stain on my jeans. I wondered if she knew that her tongue had moved quickly across her lips, like she was licking off the froth from her first ice cool beer on a hot day?
Something was going down here and I was beginning to hope it might be me.
I decided to try my famous Irish charm.
“Is there a problem officer?”I asked, flashing her my best I-may-not-be-harmless-but-I’ll-definitely-be-fun smile.
Her pink lips twitched a little and I knew she wanted to smile, but she bit it back and said “The problem here is that I gave you an order and you haven’t followed it yet. Now move towards the cruiser.”
I moved towards the cruiser, hands still on my head, absolutely certain that she was watching my butt.
I bet you’re smiling now, I thought.
She opened the rear door of the cruiser. She’d left the engine running and the cool conditioned air felt inviting.
“Get in” she said.
I turned to get in the car butt first. As my ass touched the seat the coplet suddenly sprang forward and pushed me backwards.
She landed on top of me, knees either side of my hips, hands on my chest. She’d lost her hat and her hair was almost loose. Her face was lit up and her dark eyes were flashing. Then her tongue was in my mouth – for a fraction of a second – and she was kneeling up again, grinning and saying “Don’t just lie there big guy – FUCK ME”.
I have a very understanding subconscious. It understands that every now and then I have to cut loose. When the occasion comes along it tends to start without me. When I told him to head for the cruiser I still hadn’t really decided what I was going to do. Go with the flow. Surf the wave. Ride his cock.
But I didn’t want to rape the guy. “FEMALE COP FORCES MAN AT GUNPOINT” was not a headline I wanted to read.
Then he gave me his “Is there a problem officer?” speech with his thousand megawatt smile and I knew he’d always been able to charm his way out of trouble or into a bed. I also knew he wasn’t in the least bit intimidated by a 5’ lady cop with pink lipstick and a fuck-off-and-die stare. He was enjoying himself.
As I watched his tight butt make its way to the cruiser my conscious mind confirmed the decision my subconscious had already made. I just had to have him.
I literally jumped him.
God that felt good. The look of surprise on his face. His jaw hung open and I couldn’t resist putting my tongue between his open lips.
Do you know how hard it is to take off a uniform inside a police car while sitting on a guy’s chest? I didn’t even try. I moved to his jeans and unleashed the hard cock I’d felt earlier.
Now much as I love the feel of a cock inside me I’ve never really been able to get excited at how they look. Seems to me they were designed on a Friday afternoon and no-one ever quite finished the job. But this cock had as much charm as its owner. It leapt to attention in a flattering way and thudded against his belly. I just had to nibble it, right where the base joins the balls.
That made him writhe. Almost pushed me off. I was grinning now. I ran the flat of my tongue up the length of his cock and then wrapped my lips around the head. MMMMMM.
I looked up at him. His face was all smile.
“I surrender officer. Take me into custody” he said.
I did my famous deep throat trick. As expected it took his breath away.
When I was at college all the girls had competed in the Deep Throat Challenge. We’d do it in bars. It drove the guys wild. It involved those drinks they serve in a long thin glass – flutes I think they’re called. We would order drinks and then lean over the table, take as much of the glass as we could into our mouths, and, without using our hands, lift the glass and empty it. Great practice for suppressing the gag response. If it goes wrong you end up with a creamy cocktail running down your chin. If it goes right every man in the room gets an erection. I always got it right. Now the practice was paying off.
Several inches of his cock were in my mouth. When I started to hum he lost it completely.
I was still tasting her tongue on my mouth when she unzipped me and helped herself to my cock. I hadn’t been this hard since I was seventeen.
She bit me! For one paranoid second I thought I was in an adult version of goosebumps and she’d suddenly turn into a ravening beast that would tear off my cock with her teeth. Then her tongue moved along me like a cat lapping up cream. She was grinning like she’d just won the lottery.
I’d just tossed off someline about her taking me into custody – to show I was cool with the whole thing – when my cock disappeared down her throat. She was swift and sure, like a predator swallowing her prey whole. Entering her mouth was like sliding into a warm bath.
Shit she was going to make me come in no time at all. When she started to hum I thought I would shoot right there and then, making myself the winner of the Wyoming Mr Premature Ejaculation contest.
“Whoa there” I said. “Come up for air”.
She let my cock slide from her mouth with a slowness that would have been pure porn movie cliché if it hadn’t been for the twinkle in her eyes that seemed to say “Ok. Your move”.
How the hell was I going to get her uniform off in here?
The answer was simple: I wasn’t.
My turn for surprises.
The door was still open. I put my boots on the ground and slid forward without any warning. I caught her as I sat up. In a movement that was more luck than skill I ended up standing outside the cruiser with her legs around my waist, her arms around my kneck and my jeans around my ankles.
She looked impressed. She kissed me. Really kissed me. Both hands on my head. Lips crushed against mine. Tongue searching my mouth.
My cock was bouncing against her uniformed ass.
Jesus this guy was strong. He uncoiled himself from the car and took me with him.
The feel of all that muscle moving was enough to make me wet. The touch of his cock on my ass left me drenched. I was ravenous for him.
I kissed him, needing to taste him. I held onto him like I was riding a horse.
His hands were under my butt now. I leant backwards and started to take off my shirt, my legs still wrapped about him. To his credit he kept his eyes on mine, rather than staring at my breasts.
I grinned, climbed up him a little more and pushed his head down into my breasts.
Then I scrambled off him. I needed his cock in me right now. I pushed down my pants and panties together but couldn’t get them off over the boots. Then I assumed the position against the hood of the cruiser. legs spread as wide as I could manage and naked ass in the air.
I looked over my shoulder. The poor boy looked dazed. Birthday and Christmas all at once. But his cock knew what to do. It targeted my ass with military precision. Suddenly he was behind me, hands on my hips, cock at my sex. I couldn’t wait. I pushed back and felt him start his long slow slide into me.
I thought I’d have control once we got outside but being with this woman was like trying to surf the big one, even when you didn’t fall off you were being pushed along.
She may as well have had me on a leash.
When she looked at me over her shoulder, bare ass raised high in the bright sunlight, there was no choice involved in what happened next.
I’m normally a gentle lover. I like to stroke and lick and coax, but now all I wanted was to grab and bite and bang.
Her hips fit into the palms of my hands like carved handles of bone. My cock slid into her wet cunt like it was slicing through ripe fruit. I sank so far into her it felt like falling.
When I slapped up against her ass she grunted… and laughed.
I held her hips firmly and slammed into her with all my strength, she only stayed upright because I held her.
She tossed her head, shaking free her thick dark hair and her face looked as if she was growling. I once saw a lioness being fucked by a lion in the zoo. The lion was bigger than her and was on top but somehow you knew the lioness was in charge and the lion better make it good. The lioness had growled in just the same way as my little coplet.
Shit I was banging in and out of her and I didn’t even know her name.
She braced herself against the cruiser as I banged into her, her head was back, arms tense, breasts shiny with sweat in the sunshine. Her sext was sucking my cock into it with each stroke. Grabbing at it. Defying it to leave. She started to make a low groan that began in the back of her throat and seemed to vibrate through her whole body.
I wanted to come deep inside her but I wanted her to come first.
The moan was becoming a word: “Fuck”, “FUCK” “FUUUCK.”
With each stroke the word got louder and I knew I was going to come.
I was nothing but need now. I needed to feel him pounding me. Gentle wouldn’t do it.
His cock just amplified my desire. The more I got the more I wanted.
The sun was lapping my body with tongues of warmth. I knew anyone could drive past and see us. I knew I shouldn’t be doing this. But mostly I knew that I wanted harder and deeper.
I closed my eyes so that all my senses were concentrated on feeling him in me. To me he was just strong hands and hard cock, but that was enough.
I knew he was trying to control himself. Trying to get me to come first. To hell with that. I love the moment when they come. It always pushes me over the edge. I wanted to feel him come inside me.
I was completely in the rhythm now. Caught up in magic friction.
I started to make the noise. I think of it as keening, but lovers have told me its more like a growl. It’s the victory howl of the lust demon. The demon had me now and she started to shout“Fuck”, “FUCK” “FUUUCK.””. Then I felt it. The first hot wet pulse of cum inside me. Then the next. He was standing pressed completely into me, letting his sperm flow at the deepest point.
The feeling of warmth and elation and dissolving spread out from the tip of his cock and swept through me like a wave breaking against a sea wall. For a moment I was nothing but the dissipating energy of that wave. My mind shattered against the sea wall and slid down in pieces. My knees gave way and I slid to the floor, his cock slipping out of me like a cast off skin.
I came so hard it was painful. My cock was a storm drain for sperm. It rushed through me and out of me with force and purpose. Relief. Release. The words don’t even come close. I surrendered myself to coming. There was nothing else.
Then the cop started to fit. At first a tremble, then violent shudders that went on for what seemed forever. Suddenly she went limp and fell on her knees to the ground.
I hoped she wasn’t epileptic. What if she’d had a stroke and died?
Paranoid I bent towards her. I lifted her head by the chin. Her eyes were unfocused at first. As she started to see me there was a fleeting look of puzzlement and then her face was transformed by the biggest, widest smile.
“Thank you” she said.” I needed that.”
“You’re welcome,” I said, automatically as I reached down to help her up.
Normally, I’d have been taking in all the fine naked flesh that was on view but I couldn’t take my eyes off her smile. She’d lost her sunglasses somewhere along the line and now I found myself looking into the deepest, darkest eyes I’d ever seen. A man could drown in eyes like that and die happy.
I wanted to say something or do something but my mind was blank. My erection-driven energy had deserted me and I was left standing with my dick hanging out, gawking like a fool at a women I didn’t want to leave.
“You need to put that away now.” the coplet said, pointing at my dick.
Her tone was serious but her smile was still there.
She watched as I tucked myself back in my jeans. Then pulled she grabbed her big cop-belt, holster and all, and pulled her uniform pants back on, keeping eye contact with me all the while.
While she tightened her belt, I took a risk. “Let me help you with that,” I said and reached forward to do up the front of her uniform shirt.
The afterglow stayed with me long enough for me to thank tall-and-handsome (I really do have to start getting the guy’s name before I fuck them), then reality started to kick in. The lust demon had fled the scene, leaving me to pick up the check, again.
I needed to assert my authority. This could get messy. Hell, it was already messy. I smelt of sex and sweat and I really, really needed a shower. I put on my stern voice and told him to put his dick away.
Only thing was, I couldn’t stop smiling.
I was standing smiling at a guy who was tucking himself back in his pants, while mine were still around my ankles. Shit, but sex turns me into a fool.
I pulled up my pants, wriggling into them and wishing I could wash first, and wondering what the hell I should do with tall and handsome now when I realised he was looking at me. He wasn’t checking me out, grabbing a last look at the my nakedness, he was looking in me in the eye and he looked… bedazzled. Yep that was the word for it. Bedazzled. I like that.
I was playing for time, making a meal of refastening my gun-belt, when he offered to help me and reached out to close the press studs on my shirt.
He didn’t feel me up. He just helped me dress and he looked me in the eyes while he did it.
When he finished, he stood there with his hands at his side and waited like a puppy-dog.
A real cute puppy-dog.
“I need to see some I.D.” I said.
He reached into his back pocket, pulled out his wallet and offered it to me.
“Just the I.D.” I said, slipping back into the routines of the job, “Keep the wallet.”
Even his driving license photo was cute. Patrick Mahon, from NYC.
“You’re a long way from home, Patrick,” I said, (hey, I still had the guys cum inside me, the least I could do was use his first name) where were you headed in such a hurry?”
Where was I headed? California had suddenly lost its appeal. Where I wanted to be was in a big bed with the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.
“Well,” I said, “I was going to California but I’ve changed my plans.”
She smiled and said, “Really, and where are you headed now?”
“Well, that depends.”
She put her hands on her hips, raised an eyebrow and said. “On what?”
My heart beat faster than it should have given what we’d already done together, but I really wanted this to work out.
“On where you live.”
So now he wanted to set up house with me, huh?
Well the man had guts, you had to grant him that. He also had a tight butt, a serviceable cock and a cut grin
But there was no way that he was coming to my house.
I turned away from Patrick, slid into the cruiser and checked his license plate and I.D. Both came up clean.
I looked at the dash and remembered that the video camera had recorded me pulling over the car and how long it had stayed stationary. Thank god I’d waited ’til we got back to the cruiser before I’d jumped him or the tape would be on the X-rated version of “Cops” and I’d be out of a job.
I checked Patrick out in the mirror. He was leaning against the cruiser, hands in his pockets, sill grin on his face, waiting for me.
I was free of the lust demon now. I could do anything I wanted. I could send Patrick on his way to California. I could go home and wait for Luke to return. Or…
When she got out of the cruiser she’d found her hat and her sunglasses. She looked like a cop again, apart from her hair being loose.
A very hot cop, with gorgeous hair.
A very hot cop who was writing me a ticket.
I’d really thought she’d liked me. I mean, I knew we hadn’t said much but you don’t smile at like that at someone you don’t like. Do you?
“I advise you to obey the speed limit while you’re in Wyoming, Mr. Mahon. Your next offense will cost you more than a fine. Is that clear?”
“Yea, ma’am” came out of my mouth without me having to think about it.
My shoulders slumped and me and my dented ego started to move towards my car.
“Stay where you are, Mr. Mahon, I’m not done with you yet.”
I didn’t make my mind up until after I saw how dejected he looked when I gave him the ticket. I felt like I’d just kicked a puppy.
He stayed put like I told him to, but his head was down and he wasn’t looking at me. I switched on my radio and said, “Sandy, this is Maria. I’m coming off the clock. I’m gonna take some personal time.”
Patrick’s head came up.
“Something has come up. I have to take care of it this afternoon.”
Patrick grinned at me. I threw my hat in the back of the cruiser and shook out my hair.
Sandy was still squawking at me.
“Yeah. I know ‘m off duty tomorrow, but this won’t wait.”
If Patrick had had a tail, I swear it would have wagged.
“Thanks, Sandy. Have a good one yourself.”
I walked back to Patrick and stood very close to him.
“You got me sticky and sweaty.”
“I guess I did.”
“So now I need you to clean me up. You good with that?”
“Can I get you sticky and sweaty again afterwards.”
I pushed up against him on tip toe so I could reach his lips.
This time the kiss was slow and soft.
I stepped back and said.
“Get in your car and follow me.”
I watched his butt all the way back to his car. I liked the way this was shaping up. I adjusted my belt as I sat in the cruiser and my hand brushed against the cuffs at the back. I grinned to myself at the images that summoned in my head. I pulled out in front of the beaten up Ford and headed for home.