SYNOPSIS: An unfortunate accident leads to a mind-numbing sexual romance of hot steamy lust.

 

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I’ve never been pulled over by the cops. It was a new feeling for me and I’ve always made sure to follow the rules. You see, I’m black so getting stopped by the cops could literally mean the end of my life.

 

I respect the cops and appreciate their service but I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that I was shivering from fear. My soul was slowly slipping out of my body but I had to stay calm and normal. A wrong move and I might be screaming “I can’t breathe”.

 

I’m Lance Barnard, a financial advisor working for one of the top advisory companies in the country. What I do is help people by coming up with strategies to eliminate financial risk to the minimum. I’m 32 years old and I’m literally screaming for help in my head right now. I can see the cop coming out of the car.

He walked up to my car slowly. I kept reminding myself that all I had to do was just remain calm. Before he walked up to my window he said “License and registration, please”

 

As I handed it to him, his eyes locked with mine. I got to take in all his features. Chiseled, very handsome, and looks like he was in his mid-forties. He was truly a sight to behold but this wasn’t the time for ogling.

I noticed he was staring at me. It was a bit awkward. I looked down at his massive chest to see his name tag, Connor Grayson. Such a cute name. Its suits the owner.

“Officer? Is everything okay?”, I asked, breaking him away from his trance.

“Oh, yeah. Never mind that”, he replied awkwardly as he looked down to read my papers.

 

I felt my pants tighten. Oh no, not now. How can I be getting horny? Now of all times. What if he-

“Could you please step out of the vehicle?”, he asked

“FUCK”, I cursed mentally.

“Sure, Officer”, I said nervously. I reassured myself that if I remained calm, everything would be fine. As I opened the door, trying very hard to hide my boner, a motorbike zoomed past us and hit the officer before riding off.

“Oh my gosh. Are you okay?”, I asked as I rushed to him. He was clearly in pain. He took out his walkie-talkie and reported what just happened.

“Can you get up?” I asked. He tried to but ended up failing. His ankle seemed to have been sprained. I hoped it was only sprained.

I went under his arm and managed to put him in my backseat. He smelled like musk and cologne. It was the strongest aphrodisiac ever.

I immediately took him to the hospital and they rushed him inside. His leg had begun to bleed internally. Fear gripped my soul. It’s funny how I thought I was gonna be the one hurt but I guess the universe had other plans.

I asked him who I could call from his phone to come to look after him. He told me his wife wasn’t in town and his daughter was away in college. Hearing him say wife and kids, shattered my heart into millions but I had to focus on what was going on. Since there was no one, I had to sign him in. I still called his wife and daughter. His daughter picked up the call and sounded very troubled when I told her what happened (obvious reaction).

Over the course of three weeks, I visited him and brought him food and other stuff with his daughter. There was no sign of his wife. Not even a phone call.

“Seriously, you’ve done more than enough Lance”, Connor said as I brought him a home-cooked green salad with a seasoned chicken breast along with some freshly squeezed orange juice, water, fresh towels, wipes, flowers, more toiletries, and napkins

“Yeah you really have”, his daughter, Megan, seconded.

 

“It’s the least I could do since this was my fault”, I said.

“This wasn’t your fault. It’s a freak accident. It happens on the job”, Connor tried to explain.

“Yeah, it’s quite unfortunate but we can’t always predict what’s gonna happen. We are just glad that nothing was permanently damaged. I was so scared I’d lose you, Dad”, Megan said as she hugged her father on the sick bed.

“It’s alright, sweetie.”, He said as he comforted her. It was a wholesome sight.

Suddenly, her phone rang. “Ugh, it’s Chelsea. Might be another school assignment. Be right back”, She said as she walked out of the room. “Hey, Chels. Whatsup?”

“So, need anything else?”, I asked after Megan left.

“Lance, I couldn’t possibly ask you for anything more. You’ve done more than I could imagine. More than my-” He stopped and I realized he almost talked about his wife. His mood was changing and I had to be fast so things brighten up.

“Don’t be silly. I’m here to help and that’s what I’ll do. I’m not leaving until you get better”, I said with a smirk. He smiled and blushed a little. “So, whatcha need??”

Well, I’m a little sweaty and I need help wiping off the sweat from my body. He took off his shirt and I could see everything. His well define torso was covered with just enough hair. Glistening with all that sweat. He was a Greek god. His bulging biceps had me glued.

I was stunned. I had no words and I couldn’t move.

 

God in heaven, grant me strength. I slowly rubbed the towel trying to get the sweat off of him. I was shaking a bit and I guess he noticed because he held my hand. Our eyes locked. I stared into those deep, dark eyes like my life depended on them. Before, I knew it, I pulled him in for a kiss. A long, passionate, and wet kiss. My heartbeat was increasing per second. I could feel our beats in sync. His firm and mildly hairy body felt so warm and comforting. I felt so safe in his arms. I was overcome by lust. My penis was rock hard and my hole was quivering and aching for penetration. Gosh, I’m such a slut.

Finally coming to my senses, I pulled away just in time. Megan walked in shortly after. The atmosphere from then on was so thick you could cut it with a knife. It was beyond awkward. “What is wrong with you Lance?? He is married and he has a kid. This is so unlike me.” I thought to myself.

Finally, the day came when he would be discharged and I drove them home. The next day, Megan had to get back to college. I promised to look after Connor until he got better.

So every morning before work, I’d stop by and make him breakfast, dress his wounds, and make sure he took his medications. I cleaned up around the house a bit too. I’d do that before and after work. I was practically living there to be honest because I’d be so tired sometimes that I’d just doze off on the couch after making sure Connor got in bed. He still had trouble walking. We never spoke of the incident and frankly, I thought he didn’t want to talk about it which I respected.

I’d been trying to get his wife by calling her but she never picks it up. Something was off about her. After weeks of calling you don’t pick up?? Feels pretty suspicious to me.

One night as I was making dinner, (Zucchini Pasta with Vegan Cashew-Basil Pesto) Connor popped the question.”So, we’re not gonna talk about the kiss?”

The ladle fell from my hand immediately after he said it. I turned around and came nose to nose with him. He was standing behind me.

“You’re standing up”, I pointed out in shock.

“Don’t try to change the subject”, He said menacingly. “The kiss we shared”, he said with a smirk.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”, I replied as I turned to face the other way but he quickly brought my face back to his.

“Then let me jog your memory”, He said and kissed me so passionately. I felt so light. He was kissing me. My mind was racing with millions of thoughts. He pulled away and stared into my eyes while he passed his thumb on my bottom lip.

“Remember now?” He asked. I was in awe and speechless so I nodded yes. He turned off the fire behind me and lifted my clothes.

He smelled and licked me, constantly marking me with his teeth. I was in complete ecstasy. His deep moans sent shivers down my spine. He took off everything and now we were both naked in his kitchen.

I made a trail of kisses down his happy trail and engulfed his penis almost instantly. He gasped. I’ve never been so turned on in my life. I was ready to surrender it all to him. I took his balls in my hand and massaged them every step of the way making sure to go up and down the shaft and sucking on the head of the penis.

“Fucking Gosh”, He moaned. “You’re gonna make me bust”, he said drunkenly. He lifted me off the floor and planted a big kiss on my lips. He placed me on the table and ate my ass and massaged my penis. I could tell he had never been with a man because he was massaging me as he’d do with a clitoris. I didn’t mind. It was working very well.

After minutes of circling and sucking, he kissed me once more and said “I don’t have any condoms”

“Neither do I..so what are we gonna do?”, I asked seductively. We both smiled at each other knowing very well we wanted it raw. He kissed me and sucked my tongue. He kept on rubbing my penis and hole.

“Can I put it in?”, he asked.

“I thought you’d never ask”,

He slowly pushed the end against my sphincter. His dick was super slick from all my saliva. It went in and out with ease.

“FUCK, That’s tight”, he moaned.

“Wanna loosen me up?”

“Be careful what you wish for”. Then onwards, was kind of a blur. I remember his pinning me down and saying he’d only bang me in missionary.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head and my mind went blank as he hit my prostate and massaged my penis. The movement of his dick would make a slurping sound as he thrusted into me.

The room was so hot. He fucked me like a dog. I ran out of words and was making no sense with my tongue out. We were both drenched in sweat and he spared no opportunity to kiss me.

“Say my name. SAY MY FUCKING NAME!!!” He demanded.

“DADDY!! Your name is Daddy”, I replied.

“And what’s your name?? Say your name”

“Mrs. Grayson. My name is Mrs. Grayson”, I moaned. He was fucking the shit out of me. The suction was pulling on my insides and making me queef and cream.

“Beg For it”, he said. “Beg for me to knock you up”

“Give it to me Daddy. Give me those babies. Please Daddy. Fuck my faggy pussy”. He must have loved the idea of getting me pregnant because it sent him over the edge

 

“SHIIIIITTTTTT!!! I’M CUMMINGGG!!!”He yelled as he cummed inside me. It was so warm and filling. It felt like it was in the right place, inside me.

He pulled out of me and fingered me. Hitting my spot so many times. I felt something weird coming out of me. My whole body began to tremble. I thought I was dying. An unexplainable warmth took over me and out came my juices squirting all the way to my forehead.

“Yeah, squirt for Daddy. Make me proud”, he encouraged.

I cummed so hard I forgot my name and shivered from over excitement. He held me in a tight embrace.

“It’s alright, baby. I’m here. I’m here”, he reassured. I felt so safe and cared for that my excitement melted away almost instantly.

Everything felt right and we were both very happy and satisfied. I was more than elated to be going to bed in his arms as Mrs. Grayson….lmao.

At least until the real Mrs. Grayson barged into the room. “WHAT IN THE FAG!!!

And that was when it hit me. I just had sex with a married police officer. “I’m fucked”.

 

Written By: 

SaiKweene