As told in another story, my husband, Terry, and I had spent the night at his annual office party. As usual, I dressed in a slinky dress, without bra or panties, so that his co-workers could take turns covertly grabbing handfuls of tit and slip fingers in my pussy throughout the night as we danced, chatted and drank. This turned Terry on as much as me, and we typically left the party extremely charged up – Terry with a massive hard-on, and me with pussy juices dripping down my leg. Sometimes Terry’s co-workers would figure out a way to get a little more than a cock-tease by pulling me aside, or finding a dark enough corner for a blowjob or quick fuck.
At this particular party, Terry’s boss had snuck me into a hallway, pulled my tits out of the top of my dress, unzipped his fly to extract his hard dick, and had me give him a quick blowjob – all before the other party guests…. including his wife….were aware we were missing. Shortly after that, another of Terry’s co-workers grabbed me as I was leaving the bathroom, pushed me back in, pulled his huge prick out of his pants with one hand while he pawed my boobs with the other, then plowed my cunt on the bathroom counter, triggering an amazing orgasm that left me breathless. I cleaned off his cock afterwards and couldn’t believe how enormous it was. What a great party this turned out to be!
My husband and I stayed for about another hour before we said our goodbyes and headed out to our car – my husband with a big boner making a tent in his pants, and me with cum dripping down the inside of my thigh. We had both had too much to drink, but I was in better shape than he was, so we decided I would drive us home along the back roads….we only lived about 15 minutes away, so thought we’d be OK. Unfortunately, about halfway home on a fairly desolate back road, I noticed flashing lights behind us.
“Shit”, I thought to myself. “This sucks.”
The cop took his time getting out of his car, but eventually stepped up to my driver’s side window. I lowered the window as he approached.
“You were weaving a bit back there, ma’am. Can I see your driver’s license, please?”
As I fished my driver’s license out of my purse, the cop bent down and looked over at Terry, noticing that he was in worse shape than I was. He returned his gaze to me and said, “Looks like you’ve been out tonight….maybe had a bit too much to drink?” As he said this, I could see his eyes lock onto my 35DD tits, noticing the bumps my nipple made in the thin halter top material. As I gave him my driver’s license, he took it from my hand and flicked it across first one nipple, then the other, as he lifted it out of the car to take a look at it. He kept glancing back at my big tits, barely covered by the material of my halter top, then finally handed me back my license.
“I’ll need you to step out of the car, ma’am”, he said.
“Is that really necessary, officer?” I asked.
“I’m afraid it is, ma’am”, he replied. Then he leaned down into the window again, and said to Terry, “stay in the car, sir.”
The cop stepped back as I opened my car door, and prepared to get out. His eyes were intent on my wobbling boobs as I did this. As I stepped one leg out of the car, the hem of my dress rode up almost to my waist, and my panty-less pussy was on full display before I could shift my other leg out of the car so I could stand up. I felt I had an advantage here, so I didn’t hurry….giving him a nice eyeful of bald pussy, bouncing tits and erect nipples before I finished climbing out of the car.
As I stood, he took my arm and guided me to the back of the car, turning me to face the fender just behind the door to the back seat. With a grin, he told me to “assume the position”, as he pushed my back so that I leaned forward, with my hands resting on the fender. Then he kicked my legs apart and began ‘searching’ me, as if I was a dangerous suspect.
He started by reaching under my arms, ostensibly to “pat me down”, but obviously he had something else in mind. Both of his hands slid into my halter top from the sides, and he began squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples. He pulled the halter top material off to the sides of my boobs, so that they were completely unfettered, and swinging loosely beneath my chest as he played with them. I started to complain, but he said, “don’t even bother…..the only other way this is going to end is with both you and your husband in the drunk tank downtown and a DUI charge to deal with.” He had a point, so I stopped resisting and just let this play out.
After toying with my tits for a while, he left them hanging out of my top, and knelt down behind me to ‘pat down’ my legs. He ran his hands up both legs (even though they were both bare) until he reached my still wet vagina, and stuck two fingers inside me. I bit my lip and spread my legs a little more, as he stood up behind me, and with one hand he began moving his fingers in and out of my pussy. We could both see inside the car through the window just to my left, and it was obvious that Terry had pulled out his cock and was jerking it off as he watched the cop pawing my tits and fingering my cunt.
When the cop noticed this, he laughed, and – with his fingers still thrusting in and out of my pussy – moved me over to the open driver’s side door, so that my husband could get a better view of my tits swinging back and forth and banging into each other as the cop continued finger-blasting my twat.
“You like that, do you?” he said to my husband in the most rhetorical question ever asked. Terry didn’t answer, but just kept jerking himself off as he watched the cop grabbing my tits and shoving his fingers into me as far as they would go.
As I stood in the open doorway, bent over and legs spread, with my hands on the roof of the car to hold me up, I heard the sound of a zipper behind me. In no time, the cop had replaced his fingers in my vagina with his rock hard cock. My eyebrows shot up in surprise when I felt just how big his prick was. It felt longer than the cock I had fucked in the bathroom earlier that evening, and every bit as thick. Given all the tit and pussy stimulation I’d been enjoying at the party all night – not to mention the cum still inside me from the bathroom fuck – his shaft slipped into my cunt easily. I rocked back and forth on the cop’s stiff rod, as he hammered it into me from behind. With one hand on my bouncing tits and the other on my hip, he plowed my pussy with his enormous piece of meat over and over until I let out a shriek as an orgasm ripped through my body, leaving my legs trembling.
I had totally forgotten about Terry, but he suddenly let out a grunt, which got our attention, and we both watched him shoot his wad all over his lap as he pulled his pud in earnest, watching his wife get fucked by a traffic cop.
Meanwhile, the cop kept pounding his cock into me, harder and harder, as he neared his own climax. Suddenly, he grabbed my hips with both hands, and slammed his hips forward as he shot rope after rope of cum deep into my pussy. I stood there with my eyes closed, enjoying the after-glow of my own orgasm, as he continued to shove his dick in and out of my cunt, causing most of his spunk to leak out around his pumping shaft, pooling on the ground between my legs.
When his ball sack was finally empty, he stopped thrusting, and we just stood there catching our breath – me with my eyes closed, legs spread, and big tits swaying beneath me; him with his softening cock still deep inside me, and his hands softly squeezing my heaving breasts.
After a few minutes, he pulled his still semi-hard prick out of my pussy with a “plop”, and I turned around, bent over and cleaned off his pole with my mouth, stroking his long shaft to pull out the last bit of cum from his nut sack. When I was done, I shoved his prick back into his slacks and zipped him up. Then I stood up, let him give each of my tits a squeeze before I slipped them back into my halter top for the ride home.
I slid into the driver’s seat, feeling the remnants of his ejaculate still squishing a little between my pussy lips. The cop closed my door, and leaned down to my open window. He reached into the car and fondled my tits one last time as he said, “you drive carefully now, ma’am”. Then he stood up and sauntered back to his car, flipped off the flashing lights and drove away.
I looked over at Terry, who was grinning like a Cheshire cat, with his flaccid cock draped over his right leg and cum splattered all over his lap. He said, “Well, that’s a hell of a way to end an office party.” As I drove us the last few miles to our home, I thought to myself, “You can sure say that again!”