24> My stolen car (2016)
written by:
Chris-t6290

Story outline: In this extended re-edit of a story from January 2011, two Police officers return Gill's (short for Gillian) stolen car. Her need to thank them, though, goes above and beyond that of their normal duty as they take down more than just Gill's particulars.

Almost two months ago, a Sunday morning it was, I got up from a good night's sleep, leaving Larry, the guy I had picked up at a club and enjoyed a long hard fuck with, in bed while I had a morning wee. Where the bathroom is situated, the sun streaked through the window, even though the glass is frosted.

Having finished, I returned to find Larry still asleep, not yet awake to continue from last night. Rather than rouse him just yet, I went to the window, naked, and peered out. The sky was blue, almost azure, not a cloud could I see. From the left, the sun cast a yellow hue over the rooftops of the houses opposite. A few people were up and out, early, I noticed; one jogging, while two others were heading to the local newsagent, no doubt to get a Sunday newspaper or something.

"What the!" I exclaimed, as I noticed my car, my midnight blue mini, wasn't where I had parked it.

"Hurm," was all that Larry could muster, in response to my startled outcry.

Asleep, or not, I panicked, I needed help.

"Wake up, Larry. My car's gone," I said, almost shaking him.

"What, oh, come back to bed, let me get up inside that lovely tight -"

"My car, someone's taken it," I quickly interrupted him, I having more pressing concerns on my mind than another round of hide the sausage in my backside.

Suffice it to say, Larry calmed me down and I called the Police. Long story short, they found it abandoned, the tank almost empty. Having identified it as mine, a bit odd since they had the licence plate number, it was delivered outside my home and by two suave police officers.

I must confess, I'm one of those women that have a thing for men in a uniform, and they were turned out quite smart. The silver police emblem on their helmets was notably shiny, as were the buttons on their tunics and that of each one's black polished shoes.

"Come in," I said to them, when they called around.

"We'd just like to go over it with you miss," Alan told me.

To which I replied: "Okay, and please, call me Gill," I intoned, and then followed the two hunky and fanciable officers outside.

"Here it is, Gill," Alan addressed me. "You'll need to put some petrol in it, though," he added, and then waited until I looked it over.

"It's not too bad," I averred, before enquiring what it had been used for.

"Just some joy riding really, nothing serious. You know how some kids are," Bob explained, his piercing brown eyes glaring out from beneath the brim of his helmet.

Just then, that moment, my body and urges revved up. Not having a car to get about in these last several weeks, I hadn't felt like going out. Larry, as with all the men I pick up for sex, was a one-off. I hadn't been laid, not properly, that is, in all that time. My clit was throbbing, my tits were rising and falling and, if that wasn't a clear sign enough, my pussy was creaming; more than its natural arousal fluids. ‘I wonder...!'

"Is there any charge for its return?" I asked them, as we made our way back to my flat and then went inside.

"There's the petrol, for driving it over. You'll have to sort that and the rest out with your insurance people," Alan informed me, as I had them follow me to my lounge.

Once we were in the sitting room, Bob handed me a couple of documents, listing the car and its details. "I just need you to sign these, Gill. One for our records, the other, a copy for you and the insurer," he informed me.

That close to him, as he was, I could feel a heat from Bob as I took the documents and the pen he offered. I gave one of them a quick look over, the documents; I'd already eyed up PC's Bob and Alan; on the coffee table and subsequently initialled, signed and dated both. Having handed back the completed form and pen to Bob, I told them how grateful I was and asked if there was anything I could do to show them my appreciation, hoping that they would take the hint with one of my coy sexy smiles.

"A cup of tea will be fine, Gill. We're as good as finished for the day," Bob informed me, perfect for how I really wanted to show my gratitude.

"Just tea," I said, and then sidled up next to him. "I was, actually, thinking of something more like this," I intoned, and motioned my cupped hand to where most men tend to have their cock.

Having found it to be moderately firm, not yet ‘truncheon' like, and Bob far from objecting to my brazen forwardness, I slowly massaged the warmth of his shaft through the dark blue surge of the officer's trousers, all under the watchful blue eyes of Alan, who presently suggested moving to the couch, he and I both wanting him to be a part of a wonderful ménage and my first DP.

Up until then, that afternoon, I had only ever entertained just one guy. I was determined to, if only the once, fulfil a fantasy of mine. Although there were so many of them, they all revolved around my being taken by two men in a uniform. Firemen, Doctors, soldiers, but, mostly, Policemen.

No sooner had I made myself comfortable, than I, with Bob stood before me, undid the lower buttons of his tunic, then his belt and finally the button and zip of his fly. I then looked up at him and emitted a smile as I felt the warmth of his cock through his pants. Was I sheepish with what I was doing? Certainly not. I was totally aroused as I urged Bob's trousers and pants down his legs, leaving them crumpled at his knees. I was still gazing up at him when I stroked his almost hard shaft and drew it towards my extended tongue. I didn't more than couldn't break my eye contact, even when I directed the head around my tongue in a swirly motion. One that caused Bob to let out a pleasured murmur.

Almost immediately, what with Alan no doubt feeling left out, he took my idle left hand and placed it on his warm thick shaft. I suddenly had two of them to handle and believe me, I did. Stroking them both, inches from my face and lips, I moved my snake-like tongue from one to the other. A lick here, a slurp there, tantalizing the glans rather than teasing and, each time, taking a bigger lick until my lips brushed and then smooched the head of each upstanding PC's erection.

I moaned and murmured as I slid my lips around the helmet of first Bob and then Alan. I maintained stroking them, of course, eager to have my just reward, their pre-cum or the lot; the entire contents of each man's balls, his creamy warm spunk!

More and more of each I sucked. To further inflame their climax, I even slithered my tongue around the shaft of the cock that was certainly fucking my mouth. His hand may have been just resting aback of my head, but I was the one thrashing back and forth on his warm firm erection.

"Don't hold back, officers, I'm sure you've got plenty more for me," I intoned, directing a minxy welcome wink to each one of them.

Taking me at my invitation, I felt Alan's hand, alongside that of Bob's, urge me all the way down and then back up when I next had his warm firm shaft between my moist lips.

"Hurmn," I moaned throatily, what with his nine inch length nudging my throat. When I went to pull off him, move back to Bob, Alan continued to direct me, moments before my mouth was filled with his warm sticky cum. ‘Oh yes, lovely, delicious,' my mind responded, along with other such accolades, as spurt after glorious spurt of his rich creamy offering hosed down the walls of my mouth, splashed my tongue and then slid down my throat.

Bob, well, he wanted something different, and moments later, with me totally naked for them, I was laid on the sofa, face down. I did though have my upper body raised by my being directed to extend my arms back and to grasp my ankles; that, then brought my head up to a convenient height above the armrest. My mouth opened automatically and was instantly filled with Bob's slick erection. Behind me, and as Bob began a generous swing of his hips and dick, Alan tongued my deliciously clean anus and worked three of his long fingers in and out of my wet pussy.

"The lovely slut's wet, Bob," Alan chimed, and then eased his little finger in alongside the others.

Bob's cock began to noticeably swell. He then placed his hand on my head and immediately withdrew himself. The first splash hit my upper lip while the next he aimed at and made contact with my tongue before returning his warm throbbing cock to my mouth and releasing a further two emissions of his delicious stickiness. ‘Ermn,' I moaned, as I slurped it up.

"How's it going back there," Bob intoned, as I sucked the dregs of his first load from him. With little need to grasp my ankles, I released them and was soon up on my knees, my upper body inclined down with my shoulders and head drooped on the armrest.

What with them not being hard enough to yet fuck me, and positioned as I was, Alan had drawn his fingers and thumb into a long slender peak, which, even then, he had little trouble fucking into my wet pussy; not quite fisting me, but, I had his whole hand going in and out as he, knelt behind me, licked and sucked my clit.

"Oh, oh yes, fuck, yes, like that, please," I urged him, as the storm of my climax, held at bay while I sucked the officer's dicks, gathered momentum.

"Oh!" I soon emitted a low cry of pleasure, when I felt what had to be warm fingers from Bob, nudge against my anus; Alan's other hand continuing to move between my 40DD tits, pulling and rolling each in turn.

"I think she likes having her ass played with," Alan ventured.

"More, more than that," I sighed a reply, moments before my climax ripped through my body, and just as Bob accepted my invitation, two of his fingers being eased into my backside almost immediately.

"Oh, hurmn, yes, fuck, me," I moaned, my body responding the instant my orgasm consumed me by flexing up against their divine welcome intrusions.

Realising I was cumming, Bob and Alan increased their movements. I was being DP'd, not by their cocks, granted, but, and all the same, it was pleasure enough, added to, of course, by Alan's mindful attention to my clit and nipples.

Having come to a stop, they took their fingers from my sexy holes and turned me over and around so that I was again sat up. Alan then had me lick and suck his fingers while Bob went to the armchair and returned with the seat cushion, which he subsequently placed behind my back. He then, as Alan positioned me with my ass part perched over the front of the sofa cushion, offered me his fingers to lick. Irrespective of where they had been and that of a man's cock being fucked up my ass, I'm enough of a horny slut to not let the obvious taste concern me.

"Ermn," I moaned and sighed, not just from the relish of sucking Bob's fingers, but Alan's tongue, which was sliding up and down my slit. When it caught my lips, my fuck flesh, he gave them a deliciously tantalizing upward flick, one that acted upon my once more throbbing clit.

Presently finished sucking Bob's fingers, seductively and one by one, all five, I was ready and needing to be fucked by them. To feel each one's masterful cock filling up the void in my neglected pussy and ass, taking me to heights of euphoric pleasure I had yet to know and experience as they pounded my body with their hard truncheon-like cocks.

I leant forward, and drew the very attentive Alan up by the underside of his chin, and directed Bob to lick my pussy. I then had Alan stand up on the sofa to my right and again paid due attention to his lovely cock. I licked all around it. The shaft, the head, even his balls. When it was relatively hard, I sucked and slid my moist lips all the way down along the length.

Far from gagging on the glans, when I allowed him leeway to pop the head into my throat, I gripped Alan's left thigh with my right hand and fucked his cockhead in and out of my throat while, and with my left hand, I combed my fingers through Bob's short brown hair, encouraging him to make me cum, which he, and with Alan once more ministering to my breasts and nipples, I presently did.

"There, that's lovely and hard. Just what I want, Alan," I regaled.

"Come here, Bob, let me get another mouthful of your cock while Alan gives my pussy a length of his; my ass, later," I promised, as they again changed over.

"Oh, okay," I intoned, when, Alan, having teased my pussy with the head, motioned my hand away from my clit, which was at an available position for him to stroke. That meant one of my hands was idle. Not for long, though, as I was soon pulling, rolling and doing all manner of wonders to my left nipple as I got to grips with Bob's semi-hard erection; or would it be called that, only being semi-hard. Nevertheless, I soon had both their cocks filling me up; Alan drilling my pussy and stroking my clit with the same exquisite rhythm, all while I fucked my mouth and throat on Bob's turgid puffy crown.

"Ermn, hurmn," I continued to moan my pleasure, as yet another climax began to percolate inside me.

"Emn, yes, fuck my cunt, my, ‘slutty' cunt, that is what you called me, a slut. And I am. I bring men back here most Saturdays and let them fuck me senseless. Of course, without my car, I've not been out in that time. I've got you, though, here, now, oh yes, emn, like that, Alan, fucking me, filling my slutty fuck holes with your warm cocks," I continued, all the while brushing and rubbing Bob's slick erection, the head and shaft over my cheeks, my chin, under my neck, my lips then back to my cheeks.

"Emn, you spunked your first load over my face, Bob, that's where I want your final loads, over my face, showering me, emn, more yes," I urged, Alan, who, whether because of my dirty talk and encouragements, or he'd noticed my next climax bubble up; my clit hardening under his strumming; fucked his hardness into me with vigour and passion.

"Hurmn," I uttered a cry, muffled by that of Bob swinging his naked hips at me as I held onto him - with both hands.

I was still quavering when they had me turned over. Alan was stood on the sofa, the backs of his lower legs against the backrest. ‘Not yet,' he marshalled me, when I, knelt on the sofa before him, went to engulf his cum-slick cock with my mouth.

I waited until Bob positioned my knees. Further apart than usual, and enough that, if I was knelt along the sofa, my knee would be off the edge. Still, Alan held me off him, even though his lovely long cock was suspended inches from my open, waiting, anxious mouth.

I felt the cushion of the sofa give way to Bob's knee. I then felt him tap the upper length of his erection against my moist pussy mound and lips. He then followed that by reaching his left hand around my thigh to, rather than open me up, touch his shaft, slick from my oral attention and the few exciting slaps he'd just then delivered, against my moist, wet cleft, which he then motioned himself slowly and rhythmically back and forth along before, and to my pleasured delight, directing the head upwards and immediately filling my needy cunt with one telling fluid motion.

My thighs momentarily trembled as he did, and my mouth, having been pushed forward by his firm inward jerk, engulfed Alan's welcome manhood.

"Hurmn," I continued to moan and murmur, as I sucked one lovely hard cock and was slowly and precisely fucked by another.

‘Protect and serve', it says on American police cars. I don't know about the protect bit, but, right then, in my lounge, on my sofa, I was certainly being well and truly served by their hard, upstanding dicks, their pillars of the community, their phallic truncheons...!

"Oh god, more, fuck me, Bob, fuck me, do it hard," I urged him, my hand momentarily stroking Alan's slick shaft before I took his warm staff back into the confines of my mouth and throat.

"Gluh," I occasionally heard myself vociferate, as he fucked my throat, my mouth and lips vaguely closed so that his cock moved back and forth ardently.

Again, afterwards, when I took myself from him, my drool was thicker, enough that, when it broke off my chin and Alan's cockhead it landed between my tits and ran down the humid cleavage. Noticing that, Alan squatted down and forward. Realising what he had a mind to do, I arched my back more and offered him my soft breasts to snuggle his shaft between. I then drew them closer and finally placed my interlaced fingers over the top of his cock, keeping him from escaping as he urged his erection up and down along the valley of my tits; my orbs.

"Yes, that's it, fuck my tits, fuck my cunt, burrow your rock hard dicks into me," I continued to urge, my mouth, nonetheless, catching the head of Alan's warm vibrant erection as and when it rose up and brushed past my lips. He was still valiantly fucking my tits, controlling his possible urgency to cum, when Bob withdrew himself from my wet pussy and then sat down beside us.

Alan stopped and then they both moved me to kneel over Bob, his lovely hard long cock slipped inside my pussy with ease. ‘Now, within moments, I would have Alan's cock in my ass,' I realised to myself. My arms were around Bob's shoulders and neck while his hands were purposefully spreading my ass cheeks, the way I do when I get taken in a similar position. For me, and I do so find a good ass reaming to be the dessert of fucking, it's not to make it bearable, but to get every part of a man's cock, his lengthy erection up in...!

‘Where's he going. You need to be higher, Alan, not...! Oh, oh yes, that's, emn, that is so fucking, yes, different.' I part panicked and then lost myself in the sudden realisation of just how wet my cunt actually was. I had not one but two PC's (Police Cocks) inside me. Not only that, but moments later, they had a wonderfully pleasurable rhythm going. Rather than them working both their members in and out at the same time, they alternated their controlled strokes. Bob, beneath me, began, by remaining still while Alan fucked his cock up inside me. After a short while of that, no doubt to loosen me up, though I couldn't see why, when Alan slid his length in Bob drew himself out. That, I mean that, right there, created a most wondrous rippling effect in my wet pussy, which was soon flooded as I reached another level of climax.

"Fuck, yes, you two, your lovely cocks, what you're doing, god, it's lovely, more, keep doing it, keep fucking me, keep fucking...keep, emn, god, yesss..." My words, utterances, trailing out as I slipped into a climatic haze.

When I presently came down from whatever cloud I'd been on, I was bouncing myself, my hands on Bob's shoulders, up and down the monster fuck muscle between my humid moist thighs.

"Emn, lovely, so fucking lovely," I extolled my appreciation, as I slowed down my fitful action to a mild rock.

"My ass, let me have one of you in my ass—Alan," I said, since his cock wasn't far from there while it was certainly well-lubricated from my abundant wetness.

"Emn, let me," I said. And with that, and remaining still, I reached back my right hand and grasped his quite sticky cock. I then plucked it from my pussy and slid it up, over and past my perineum. From there, I teased my anus, held open by Bob, and rubbed the glans of Alan's manliness around the exposed nerve endings before guiding the crown into my tight little asshole.

‘Emn,' bliss, when, having released Alan's shaft, I rocked back on just the head and the first few inches, relishing the moment of penetration as if it were the first time. So deliciously naughty and especially taboo, considering it was a ‘Policeman's helmet' that was burrowing away in my back passage.

"Oh yes, fucking lovely, just a bit more, that's it, now back, and forward, like that, more of it, deeper, deeper, fucking my tight little hole, opening me up, such a big long cock, hurmn," I moaned, when I eventually sank back on it - all the way on it, balls deep in my asshole.

I was fucked like that by them for a good 10 minutes and came like crazy at least twice. After the second one, Alan took himself from me and, to my puzzled surprise, went around the back of the sofa and waited with his cock. Why, I mean. Moments later, I realised why. Bob had me stood up on the sofa so that I was facing Alan. He then bent me over, and I mean literally over the backrest, my upper body inclined down and my mouth quickly full of Alan's fuck muscle.

This may sound odd, strange even, but like that, my body responded as soon as Bob got his cock in my ass and began banging away. The way my lower body was, my clit, in particular, being reamed and drilled by Bob, he didn't realise it, why should he. The backrest of the sofa had two rows of buttons sown along it. By some slim chance, I was pushed up against one of them, my clit level with the fabric covered button. Subsequently, every time he slammed his cock into my ass my clit received another firm touch.

"Fuck my ass, fuck my ass, fuck my...urmn," I managed to cry out, before Alan's slick cock found its way into my warm wet mouth; my fingers all the while tormenting my hardened nipples as they fucked me senseless and made me cum.

"Oh God, give me your cum, I want your cum, spray it all over me, cover my body with your hot sticky spunk," I urged and appealed.

"Oh yes, that's it," I soon regaled, as Bob, having withdrawn his cock from my tightest hole, turned me around and pulled me back and down. He then had me take him into my mouth for one final urgency as Alan made his way around and joined us.

I was then ceremoniously laid on and along the couch. ‘Give me your cum, cover my, emn, slutty body with your cream guys, yes, emn," I moaned.

Laid as I was, I stroked my clit with my right fingers and pulled my nipple with my left. With Alan and Bob stood to my left side, I watched, in readiness, as they stroked their cocks, their erections, their shafts, their lovely warm fuck muscles, which had serviced me so perfectly. Fucking my mouth, that and my pussy, then both in my pussy, such well-controlled studs, then my ass and cunt and finally, emn, yes, my ass and mouth.

"Oh yeah, that's it, cum, cum on me, oh yeah, like that," I urged, as Bob's fist pumps speeded up. Moments later, he was showering my upper body with fountain-like cascades of his warm creamy cum.

"Oh yeah, now you," I chimed, as I welcomed the ropes of white creaminess, which flourished from the head of Alan's erection and splashed on my tits and neck, the former being where he earlier had his cock between.

Covered in their warm gelatine essence, least that's how it looked on me, I propped myself up and welcomely sucked each of the lovely officer's cock's dry, finishing off by releasing each with a ‘pop!'

I scooped up their cum with my fingers, which I subsequently made a show of licking as I watched them get dressed. By the time they had put their helmets on, ready to leave, I had smeared the faint remainder over my upper body, there to remind me, until I next took a shower, of what can come from having your car stolen.