Donna Allen - Wife in training

Oh shit, she thought. The one thing she didn't need was a speeding ticket.

The cop who came to the window looked as tough as they make them. Myrna smiled at him as she handed over her driver's license. "Was I doing something wrong?"

He growled at her. "You were doing fifty in a thirty-mile-an-hour zone, lady."

"Oh God, I'm sorry, I didn't realize it. Honestly, I didn't."

"I'm writing you a ticket."

"Do you really have to?"

She started flirting with him. She hated the idea of getting a ticket and she thought what the hell, give it a try. She was sure it wouldn't work, but she was very wrong. He flirted back. He seemed in no hurry at all to write the ticket. In a moment he was calling her Myrna. Another few minutes and they were talking about what kind of Italian food they liked. He teased her and said she just didn't want him to write a ticket against her. She teased him right back and said it wasn't true. "I like cops."

He grinned at her. "Really."

"Yes, really."

"Okay, let's go somewhere and find out."

"Find out what?"

"We'll find out how much you like it when I eat your pussy."

A quiver went through her. "Oh boy! You come on fast, don't you?"

"All right, forget it."

"Na, wait a moment." He looked so hard and mean, but she had no reason to be afraid of him. "I didn't say no."

He snickered at her. He named a cocktail lounge not too far away and said he would meet her there for a drink.

"And after that I get to eat my lunch, right?" She blushed as she looked at his sunglasses. "Is that a promise?"

His name was Frank. In the cocktail lounge she found out he was singe and that he lived alone in an old frame house on the edge of town. They had only one drink and then he said his shift was finished and why didn't they continue drinking at his place? He'd already put the patrol car back in the motor pool and they could move right on.

She told herself she'd already more or less agreed to something. She said she would follow him in her car. They left the cocktail lounge soon after that, and then twenty minutes later she found herself in his living room.

He fixed a drink for her and told her to relax. "Make yourself at home."

"All right, I'll do that."

She relaxed on the sofa, half-lying on it as she held the drink in her hand. She was intrigued by him. He had such a strong look. And that hint of cruelty in his eyes. She thought maybe it was dangerous to be with him, but he was a cap, wasn't he? How could she be safer than with a cop? She chided herself for flirting with him and then agreeing to come to his house. For a woman who told herself she hated sex, she sometimes certainly didn't act like it.

She looked at him as he puttered with the stereo, and suddenly she wondered what he was like in bed. She wondered if he was as tough as he looked. She quivered as she imagined his cock. She was sure he had a big one, big and thick with huge hairy balls. A huge package of dangling fuckmeat.

Now he turned and gazed at her as he sipped his drink. Her dress was pulled back a bit and he could see her knees. A thrill went through Myrna as she remembered his offer to eat her. Yes, that's what she wanted. His mouth on her pussy. After that she could find some way to get out. Make up some story. If he thought he was going to fuck her he had another guess coming. What she wanted was that cruel mouth of his between her legs. They were all like puppies when they got to sniff at a wet pussy.

Before long some slow rock came out of the speakers and he talked her into dancing with him. "Let's get loose," he said.

She didn't mind. She danced with him. She felt good, full of energy, her hips and arms moving as she danced, her pulse quickening when she saw the interest in his eyes.

It wasn't long before he took her in his arms and kissed her. They danced some more, and then he backed her against a wall and kissed her again. The kissing was much hotter now. She had her back against the wall as he pressed against her and slipped his arm around her waist.

He was so strong. She could feel his warm breath against her ear. She kept her head turned to the side, looking around at the room as he pushed against her.

Now she could feel the bulge of his cock against her left hip. He had his hand close to the underside of one of her tits, and now he stroked the tit with his thumb.

Just his thumb stroking her tit through the material of her dress.

As she studied the room, she decided it was a bit seedy-looking. He was certainly no Arabian prince. Neal made more money than a cop. Was it really cheating if she just let the cop eat her pussy? She did want it. She could feel her pussy quivering for it.

She could smell the liquor on his breath now. He'd had more to drink than she. His hands were so strong. When she covered his hand with hers, his hand felt so huge under her palm.

He started talking to her about himself and about his job. When he asked if she was married, she told him the truth. She told him Neal was out of town. Frank nodded and told her to forget about her husband, just concentrate on him.

After a while they moved to the window. She stood at the window looking out at the dreary street while Frank moved partly behind her and started working at the zipper of her dress. He slowly pulled the zipper down and she kept her eyes on the street as he did it. So now it starts, she thought. She told herself she was crazy. Here she was with a cop, of all people. She was in the cop's house and about to be undressed.

Frank kissed her neck and she shivered at the feel of his warm lips. He was a lover, all right. His lips were hot and wet against her skin. He had one hand on her back and the other hand in front, and the hand that was in front now closed over on of her tit through ha dress.

He whispered in her ear. "I bet you've got a juicy pussy."

Myrna quivered. "You're fast."

He chuckled softly. "Only during this part."

His hand felt good on her tit. She wondered if he sucked pussy as good as old Mr. Perkins. She was excited at the idea of having this macho cop's mouth on her cunt. Oh yes, that would be nice. She wiggled her hips a bit to encourage him now. She wasn't awry any more. Just a little adventure while Neal was away. She'd been cheating with Mr. Perkins for a long time, so what difference would the cop make? Anyway, she deserved it. And it did save her a speeding ticket.

When Frank had the top of her dress down, he pulled her away from the window and they faced each other. He smiled at her bra-covered tits and then kissed her again. She did like his kisses. He covered her right tit with his hand, and squeezing her tit as he kissed her mouth. She moaned under his lip. She covered his hand with hers. He was so strong, the hand squeezing her tits was beginning to hurt her. She pulled at his hand, but she didn't have the strength to pull his hand away.

Finally she broke away from the kiss. "You're squeezing too hard."

He chuckled and kissed her again, his hand still squeezing her tit. Then at last his hand relaxed and he asked her what she was wearing under her dress below her waist.

She looked up at him. "Why?"

"Tell me."

"Pantyhose, what do you think?"

He frowned and said he had some things for her to put on. He said he liked his women in garter belts and stockings.

Myrna thought of old man Perkins and she laughed. She teased Frank, asked him if he also liked his women in five-inch spike heels.

The annoyance showed in Frank's eyes and he asked her once again to put the stuff on for him. "It's expensive stuff."

She told him she wouldn't do it. "I'm not a little dolly, you know."

He grabbed her wrist and twisted her arm and she cried out at the pain. He was hurting her. She struggled with him but she couldn't do anything against his strength. He continued holding her wrist as he snarled at her. "You're a little twit, aren't you, baby?"