His to Taste (7 page)

She moaned in protest and cried, “Yes, officer, but please, oh, please just touch me!” She gasped in delight when she felt his warm breath on her aching pussy and gritted her teeth to keep from writhing against him.

Officer London gently parted her pussy lips with his thumbs and started licking her dripping slit with long leisurely strokes of his tongue. He nuzzled deeper into her soft quivering flesh and flicked at her aroused little clit until she shuddered against him. She could feel herself on the verge of an earth shattering orgasm, and she whimpered in need. He responded by shoving two long fingers into her and finger fucked her as he suckled on her sensitive clit.

“Oh, god, officer!” she wailed as she felt her inner walls tighten around his thrusting fingers. She fisted her small hands against the hood and let herself get swept up by her orgasm. Her legs shook as he firmly rubbed on her G-spot and she felt as if her body weight was supported by only the car and his masterful fingers and clever tongue.

Jenny screamed as she finally came and soaked his mouth and chin. His grip on her hips were almost painful as he devoured her sweet cream, and she grew limp as the waves of her orgasm ebbed.

He gently nipped at her ass cheek and she moaned at the sensation. “Your pussy is delicious, Miss Williams,” he said. “I didn’t taste any contraband, but I ought to do my due diligence and fuck you hard and deep just in case I might feel anything suspicious.”

She heard him unzip his fly and she shuddered when she felt the hot silky head of his thick cock trail up and down her soaked slit. He yanked down her tube top and roughly fondled her tits. “Now,” he growled. “Do you give me permission to fuck your sweet little pussy with my hard cock?”

“Please, officer!” she rasped, hungrily grinding her pussy against his rigid phallus. “I’ll die if you don’t fuck me right fucking now!”

A strangled cry escaped her lips when he lined up his cock and thrust himself deep into her pussy with one swift slam. Jenny had never felt so thoroughly stretched before and she reveled in his strength as he grabbed her hip with one hand and caressed her soft breast with the other.

He rolled her taut pink nipple in his fingers as he expertly drove his cock deeper and harder into her tight pussy. She whimpered breathlessly with each strong thrust of his pistoning hips and she loved his masterly dominance over her responsive body. She could feel his breath panting on the side of her neck and she shivered from the exquisite sensation. He nipped softly at her neck and groaned when her pussy tightened in response.

Officer London couldn’t believe his luck that he was balls-deep in such a gorgeously submissive college girl. Her tight little pussy felt like heaven as he hammered into her over and over again. He let go of her luscious tits and roughly grabbed one of her braids. She arched her back and cried, “Oh, yes, officer! Pull on my hair!” She moaned when his other hand began to play with her delicate clit.

Jenny’s entire body was engulfed in almost unbearable pleasure. She loved the pleasure pain of his strong grip of her hair, and the sensation from her nipples rubbing against the smooth hood of the car. He changed the angle of his thrusting and swirled his fingers around her tender clit. She screamed in bliss when his cock started pounding against her G-spot and felt herself coming once more.

Officer London groaned and nearly came when he felt her pussy walls squeeze his cock almost painfully as she rode out her orgasm. He forced himself to hold still as she gently rocked against him, drawing out every last bit of ecstasy. As soon as the last tremors shook her body, he withdrew and turned her around to face him. He reached into his patrol car and grabbed his jacket. She looked at him dazedly as he laid the jacket at their feet.

He pulled her against him and started kissing her breasts and laving at her tender nipples. In between her moans, he murmured, “Miss Williams, you said that I had permission to touch your mouth. Will you let me fuck your mouth?”

Jenny’s only answer was to drop to her knees on his jacket. He groaned and threw his head back when her small hands cupped his heavy balls and started firmly stroking his thick cock. She tentatively licked at the underside of his cock and tasted his salty pre-come and her own tangy juices.

Officer London gritted his teeth and moaned when her hot mouth finally engulfed the head of his cock as she swirled her tongue rapidly. He caressed her hair as she started bobbing swiftly up and down his cock. He was too large for her to fit entirely in her mouth so her hands gripped his shaft and stroked in unison with her sucking.

Jenny wanted to reciprocate the pleasure he had generously given her and figured that it was simply her civic duty to satisfy this upstanding police officer. As she worked his cock, his hands drifted to her pigtails and he gripped them like handlebars. She relished the feel of him losing control and luxuriated in the slight tug on her scalp. His moans grew louder and his hips started jerking convulsively into her hot mouth.

Finally, he jerked himself out of her grip and gruffly asked, “Where would you like me to come, Miss Williams? In your hot mouth, on your creamy tits, or in your tight pussy?”

Jenny gave his throbbing cock one last loving lick and purred, “Officer, I need you to come deep in my pussy.” She cupped his balls and gently squeezed, but was jolted from her feet when her grabbed her and boldly pushed her back against the hood of his car. She laughed in delight and spread her thighs for him as he positioned himself over her. He grabbed her ankles to spread her wider and drove his hard cock back into her inviting pussy.

She cried out from the sensation and grabbed at his broad back, grinding herself back up against him. Jenny craned her neck and stared lustfully at his massive cock as he pounded deeper and faster into her. She could see the soft petals of her pussy lips pulling at his thick phallus as he fucked her. Her creamy juices glistened on his cock and she reached down with both hands to play with her aching clit and to stroke his shaft.

When they were both panting raggedly as they approached their impending climax, she cried, “Officer, I’ve been a bad girl, and I need you to punish my pussy. Please fuck me hard! I want to feel your come deep inside me.”

Her demands spurred him on and he grabbed her hips in a punishing grip as he plunged furiously into her aching pussy. Sobbing wantonly, she dug her fingernails into his taut ass and held on as he hungrily kissed her. As he devoured her soft mouth, he finally growled harshly and came in an overwhelming wave of pure bliss. She arched her back as he plunged deep against her womb and filled her with hot thick come as she had requested. She came one final time as she milked his cock dry with the rhythmic squeezing of her internal muscles.

As they both gradually came back to their senses, he nuzzled her neck and playfully nipped at her flesh. She languidly stretched underneath him and grinned, “Thank you, officer, for the valuable lesson in public safety. If I promise not to speed again, can we meet here again next week?”

He chuckled and kissed her gently. “Yes, Miss Williams.”

By the time I reached the last paragraph, I found that it was so damn easy to fantasize that Mr. Cochran was the alpha stud in the story. I was barely halfway into my first official day of work and I had already used my boss as masturbation material. Damn it. The sheets were nice and cooling against my damp body and my breathing gradually returned to normal.

I pictured Mr. Cochran in a police uniform bending me over the hood of his patrol car, and shivered as I gave my sated pussy one last gentle caress as my orgasm waned. Exhausted, I started to fade, but jumped in surprise when my phone’s text notification jolted me awake. Mr. Cochran was apparently getting hungry again and requested lunch in about an hour and a half.

I sighed and reluctantly sat up, setting my clothes to rights so that I didn’t look so hopelessly rumpled. My hair was still relatively neat in a bun, and my cheeks were softly flushed. I dabbed on a bit of lip balm and headed downstairs to start my prep work for lunch. Since I had served such an indulgent brunch, I figured that Mr. Cochran would probably appreciate lighter fare for this meal.

After tying on my apron,I prepped the salad greens and sliced some fresh strawberries, carrots, and cucumbers. I would toss those them later with some grape tomatoes and diced avocados. I made a sweet tangy vinaigrette by whisking together some olive oil, lemon juice, honey, and apple cider vinegar. Once I put the salad fixings aside, I mixed up the batter for fresh savory corn muffins with plenty of cheddar cheese and scallions. Since they would only take about a half hour to bake, I had plenty of time to broil a couple of salmon fillets when the muffins were cooling on a rack. I marinated the fillets in a simple marinade of lemon juice, olive oil, and plenty of salt and pepper.

As I laid the hot salmon fillets on top of the cool salad, I could hear Mr. Cochran’s solid footsteps coming down the hallway. I split two corn muffins in half and smeared them generously with butter. Our plates were still steaming hot when he sat down. I poured us both some sparkling water and quietly took my seat.

He smiled warmly and said, “This looks great! The aroma from those corn muffins in the oven was driving me crazy. I bet they taste even better than they smell.”

I shyly returned his smile. “Thank you, Mr. Cochran,” I said. “After such a heavy meal this morning, I thought you would want something a bit more refreshing for lunch.”

We both dug into our plates and shared a companionable silence. He watched me thoughtfully as we ate, and I struggled to come up with a suitable topic to break the ice.

Oh, hey, boss. Just so you know, I played with my pussy earlier while fantasizing that you were fucking me over a police car, but don’t you worry; I made sure to wash my hands before I handled your food.
I felt my cheeks heating with embarrassment and ended up swallowing a chunk of carrot down the wrong tube.

Coughing noisily, I hastily gulped down some water and tried not to wheeze. My eyes teared up and I was mortified when he quickly jumped up and started thumping my back to help dislodge the stupid carrot coin. After a few firm whacks, I managed to spit the rogue vegetable into my napkin, and sighed in relief.

“Oh, my god...pardon me, sir!” I hoarsely mumbled, blushing with probably every fiber of my being. I took another sip of water and stared miserably at my half-eaten plate.

“Are you alright?” he asked. I glanced back up at him and saw the concern in his deep blue eyes. He handed me another napkin to dab at my tears. I ducked my head with a brisk nod.

He waited until I composed myself and we both resumed eating. “Tell me,” he began. “I couldn’t help but notice that you seemed a bit nervous before you started choking. Is there anything wrong? Did you get a chance to look around this place? I know there’s a transition period when you get thrown into a new environment, but I hope you’ll feel comfortable here with me soon.”

“Oh, not at all!” I said. “No, everything has been great so far, sir. You have such a beautiful home and I’ll get accustomed to my new surroundings soon, I’m sure.” I gave him a reassuring smile and hoped he wouldn’t press the issue.

“I’m glad to hear that. Just let me know if I can do anything to make you feel more at home. Did you pick a room yet?” He helped himself to another muffin and leaned back in his chair.

“Thank you, sir. I hope you don’t mind that I chose the room at the very end of the hall. I can move to a different room if that one isn’t available.” I pushed my last few forkfuls of salad around on my plate.

“That room?” he asked, his surprise evident in his deep voice. “My interior decorator hasn’t finished that room yet. It’s rather plain and small, isn’t it? Wouldn’t you rather use one of the other more furnished bedrooms?”

I shook my head, and said, “Thank you, but no, Mr. Cochran. The smaller one suits me just fine. It reminds me of my bedroom at home. Besides, shouldn’t the fancier bedrooms be reserved for your guests anyway?”

His bark of laughter startled me and I glanced back up at him. “If you end up staying on with me,” he said with a wry smile. “You’ll learn that I very rarely have any guests. Only my mother and her husband visit me sporadically. There really is no reason for you to relegate yourself to the smaller room, but it’s obviously up to you.” He finished his last bite and sighed in satisfaction.

“Thanks for another great meal,” he grinned. “I’d better get back to work before my publisher gets on my case. You’re already proving to be a great source of inspiration for my story so I might be requesting a late dinner tonight. Please feel free to eat earlier if you’d like, though. You can always keep my plate warm in the oven for me.”

I frowned and shook my head sternly. “Absolutely not, Mr. Cochran. You’re not paying me good money to gnaw on some rubbery stale leftovers in the middle of the night. Just text me whenever you’d like to eat and I’ll prepare a fresh meal for you. I’ll probably be up reading anyway so it’s really no trouble at all, sir.” I busied myself with clearing the table and started putting away the leftover vegetables and muffins.

Laughing, he gave me a smart salute, and said, “Yes, ma’am!” Still chuckling, he walked out of the kitchen before I burst out in giggles. I finished the rest of my cleanup with a goofy grin on my face and thanked my lucky stars once again for stumbling onto this job.

Once the kitchen was set to rights, I realized that I had the entire afternoon and evening to myself. I called Grandma to check in on her, but she was occupied at the senior center with Mrs. Rowland and didn’t have time to chat. Satisfied that she was doing well, I figured there was nothing really left to do for the time being except to delve into Mr. Cochran’s wonderful library.