Decency & Jesus

When she saw the blue flashing lights Joanne glanced at the digital clock on the dashboard, 5.06pm. Maybe it was still early enough to get home in time to get dinner on the table, especially now they were ordering from the company Troy had suggested, the one that delivered all the ingredients for healthy meals already separated into convenient, pre-measured parts. The website had promised meals made in under 30 minutes. She hoped that was true. Her husband's shift would've been over at 5pm too. She carefully pulled her car to the side & waited for the uniform to approach her window.

Officer Howie tapped on her window which she opened. "Ma'am," he drawled, in that practiced cop-voice they all had. "License & registration please."

Even though it was closer to evening than day, Joanne saw her face reflected in the traditional aviator style sunglasses he wore. He looked every inch the cop, stocky body, wide neck, shaved white head, a greying moustache he groomed proudly. She'd always loved a man in uniform. It was powerful & masculine. She imagined herself handcuffed in a cell, & being used in every hole by cops. Perhaps even a bit of piss-play, which she liked.

"Ma'am," the officer repeated, breaking into her indecent thoughts.

She fumbled a little. "Sorry sir," as she rummaged in her purse & glove box for her ID & papers. As she opened her purse her hand brushed against the new vibrator she'd bought herself that afternoon. She'd unboxed it immediately to try it out in the bathroom before leaving the mall. A huge, purple silicone penis, that had promised, & delivered a warming, thrusting action. Her secretions had dried in the accordion-style midsection, she hadn't felt brave enough to wash it off in the public basins after she'd cum in the cubicle, what if someone she knew walked in?

Joanne had always had a very high sex drive. Her marriage included regular adventures in their swingers community, a fact that she prayed to Jesus would never come to light in the church they attended. Although, a few couples in the congregation, (mostly only around the special holidays like Easter & Christmas), were also participants.

One of Joanne's strongest orgasms had occurred in the aisle of their church, when her family & a couple of others had volunteered to set-up the white elephant items for their annual Easter fair. She'd had a husband on either end, neither of them her own, HE'D been busy screwing one of the wives in the pews.

She'd been lost in her thoughts for a moment & found herself being examined by the stern face behind the reflective shades.

"Are you even listening... Mrs Morrison?" he asked her, handing her ID back.

"I, uh, I'm so sorry, officer," she mumbled. What had he been saying to her?

"Do you think I have time to waste out here?" he asked with an edge to his tone.

"Oh, no sir, I-"

"& I'm assuming, from how fast you were driving, that you've got people waiting at home for you too?"

"Yes, I-"

"Do you think I want to spend my evening pulling over bitches who can't even pay attention to a police officer's clear instructions?" He was folding his glasses up now. Putting them in his pocket in a clearly frustrated way.

"Let me make it up to you!" Joanne blurted out.

The man stood stock-still, but his expression didn't change.

"I'd like to make it up to you." She continued, venturing a tentative hand on his forearm. She looked up at him suggestively.

"Ma'am, are you offering me a bribe?" His face was as still as granite but a muscle in his jaw flickered.

"No officer, not a bribe," she wet her lips a little, "just... an apology. Something that proves my respect for you brave boys in blue who protect us."

He was silent. Birds chirped in the fields & trees around them.

"If you'd like to turn off the dashcam, maybe I can show you what I mean" she purred. She started to unbutton her blouse, giving him a good look at the large, soft breasts her husband loved. Through the lavender lace he'd be able to see her big pink nipples.

"That would be against regulation," he whispered, his eyes glued to her chest.

"Well... maybe it's fun to break the rules." She flirted.

"It's been 'playing up' lately anyway." He smirked. "But if you want me to let you go, you'll need to make it worth it. I don't just want a blowjob."

"Sir, I'll cooperate in any way." She assured him, reaching under her skirt & pulling her panties off. She handed them to him & he pressed them to his nose, sniffing deeply, inhaling the scent she'd left on them from her day out shopping. Then, to Joanne's surprise & excitement, he put the crotch in his mouth & chewed on them, as if to get as much of her smell as possible. He opened her car door. On his finger a wedding band caught the waning sunlight.

Joanne knew a lot of cops fucked around. She reached to his belt & started to unzip his fly, no need to complicate things by fiddling with his complicated belt & firearm.

The cop wasn't wearing underwear under his uniform trousers, so she was able to pull his cock right out. It was already hard, & far redder than the rest of his skin, as if sunburned. She put her mouth over the cut tip & sucked it greedily.

"Like I said lady," he said, growling a little, "I'm gonna want more than just some head."

Still, she sucked & sucked, jerking him off while she swirled her tongue around his dick. He was shaved down there & she wished there was enough room to suck his balls properly as well.

A car drove past, she heard the motor gliding over the road behind them. She'd be hidden by her own vehicle, nobody would be able to see that the officer was getting his cock sucked by the driver of the car he'd pulled over. Nevertheless, the public location thrilled her. She almost hoped to get caught.

She bobbed her head on his dick as hard as she could "Uck uck uck" as it knocked her gag reflex a little.

"Stop" he told her & she did, eventually. Slowly pulling her mouth off his shaft.

"Face down" he ordered.

"Wait," she said, "Sorry, do you mind if I get something?"

"Bitch, there's no way I'm wearing a rubber" he snapped.

She smiled "not that" & reached carefully into her handbag, pulling out her new purchase. She turned it on.

He grabbed it from her. "Wow," he mused, "that's a big one! Now, face down. I won't tell you again."

She obeyed, her pussy was wet from the authority in his voice. The device buzzed & pumped in his hands & she wondered what he was planning on doing with it, then she felt him sliding it up her cunt. He pushed it forcefully, she felt it hit her pelvic bone a little on the way deep inside, & then, deliciously, she groaned in pleasure as it pumped mechanically.

"You better hope your asshole is ready for my fat dick" the officer whispered in her ear before that too, was jammed deep inside her. He started to pound. Really pound. Really, really giving it to her. She loved how it felt, the vibrator filling her pussy, filling her body with amazing sensation, & him, using her almost as she'd dreamed, fucking her as hard as she'd ever been fucked in the ass.

She was lying face down on the driver's seat, trying not to hit the steering wheel as his dick railed inside her & she was shunted back & forth by their sex. Perhaps they should have used his vehicle instead. She'd entirely forgotten her 6 month old in the carseat in the back. It was only hearing a bubble that snapped her into reality.

"Do you, uh, need to check on her?" Officer Howie asked a little awkwardly, he'd paused deep inside her gaping asshole.

"She's fine," Joanne replied, "Seat's facing away anyway. Fuck me. Fuck me harder."

He obeyed her, & after a minute they both forgot about the oblivious passenger strapped into the safety seat, sucking a Spongebob binky.

His grunts became more & more breathless as he reached climax. As his cock hardened & moved she felt herself cum, & with a couple of cars whizzing by, unable to really see what was happening, she bit into her wrist, but wasn't able to entirely hold back the squealing, happy yelps as she orgasmed. Even, she was amazed, squirting a little. She got the edge of her skirt, she'd have to put it straight in the wash when she got home.

"Now, turn around NOW!" the cop ordered. She heard the urgency in his voice & spun, almost leaning against the horn as she turned to close her mouth around his throbbing, pulsing dick. She sucked his cock, smelling & tasting her own body on it, almost creaming herself again as the vibrator continued, held in her vagina by practiced kegels.

When he orgasmed he yelled "YES, TAKE IT, TAKE MY LOAD, SLUT" & she swallowed it, delicious, slightly salty, slightly sour, she LOVED the taste of cum. She smiled as she gulped the hot fluid down her throat. Licking her lips & looking up at him while he grunted to completion. The baby started crying a little from the noise, maybe she'd have to settle her before driving off.

"Good?" She asked sweetly.

"Mmmm" was his reply, he stood there, his dick slowly drooping, his eyes closed happily.

She eventually switched off the vibrator, hoping it still had enough charge in it to be switched on for the rest of her 10 minute drive home. Howie tucked himself back in & zipped up.

"Remember you said you'd pick up Troy from football practice at 6," Joanne told her husband & he nodded.

"& I've got a Mom's for Liberty lunch tomorrow. Do you know, they want Troy's class to read the Diary of Anna Frank?"

"ANNE Frank, I think." He corrected automatically. "Woke commie propaganda."

Joanne nodded seriously. "AND it's obscene!" she added. They nodded at each other. She'd do her best to prevent Troy from reading anything like that. After all, they'd never read it & they were doing just fine thank you for asking. She thought it was a tragedy the world seemed to lack decency & Jesus.

She & Howie had talked a little about homeschooling the children but Joanne felt her days were simply too busy already to have six kids bustling around at home AND the baby.

She kissed Howie on the cheek. "Thanks for the dicking, officer" she told him with a sparkle in her eye. He nodded & headed back to his vehicle, he'd drop it off at the station, then head over to pick up his eldest son. He almost forgot to turn the dashcam back on, radioing in that it had been 'playing up' again.