Don Jetman
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A Visit from Officer Dave - Part 1
by Don Jetman
"Officer" Dave knocked on our door late one Sunday afternoon. He never rings the
bell. He pounds on the door with his fist until I open it. He said simply but
sternly, "Where is she?" I told him she was in the bedroom, writing a letter to
a friend. "Get her," he told me. "You haven't touched her since my last visit,
have you?" I told him, "Absolutely not, just as you ordered." "Good," he told
me. "She should be nice and ripe."
I brought L. to him, using the ritual he came up with. I take her by the hand,
walk her to him, then offer him her hand. He takes her hand, draws her close to
him, and kisses her roughly, fondling her ass and breasts as he wishes. She
struggles a little, then gives up and lets him paw her.
He told me he was hungry, that I should barbeque some burgers while he and my
wife spend some time together. I went outside to start the grill. When I
returned, he and L. were sitting on the sofa. He had ordered her out of her
shorts and blouse and into a light blue tank top that came to just above her
navel. Other than that, she was naked, sitting quietly beside him, knees tightly
pressed together, hands in her lap, head down, doing a great job of showing me
how "embarrassed" she was. He had his arm around her shoulders, fingering the
back of her neck, and was grinning at me.
"Your wife wanted to slip into something more comfortable," he told me. "Didn't
I tell you she'd be ripe?"
He made her tell me she wanted to show off her body to him.
"And why would you want to do that?" he asked her, again grinning at me.
"I-I need sex," she stammered, as though he had made her say it. She's become
quite an actress - very believable as the terrified wife. The only giveaway was
her hard nipples under the tank top.
He turned to her and kissed her hard again, his hand now prying between her
legs. She slowly opened her bare thighs, then stiffened as he slid a finger
inside her.
"Now I'd call that ripe," he told me.
He told me to go tend to the grill, and not to come back inside until he called
me. Our bedroom has a sliding glass door that looks out onto the patio. As I
began to put the burgers on the grill, I saw them enter our bedroom. He saw me
looking in at them, whispered something in her ear (or did he lick it?),
stripped the tank top off over her head, then closed the blinds. I was totally
surprised. This was the first time I wasn't included in the sex. I was truly
very nervous, disappointed, and the time seemed to crawl. It was ***
imagining what they were doing (or supposedly what he was doing to her).
The burgers were past well-done and stacked on a plate by the grill by the time
I was called inside. I took them in, and the three of us sat at the table and
ate. He was fully dressed in his uniform, as usual, and L. was back in the tiny
tank top. Her face was flushed, and her hair was a mess. I'm sure he had
"roughed her up" a bit, just to rub the situation in my face. ("I just fucked
your wife while you made us dinner.")
He talked as he ate, in his matter-of-fact way, as though now eating was most
important.
"Well, Don, after eyeing your juicy little wife for a while now, do you think
she's been plucked?"
L. kept her head down and ate, again pretending to be embarrassed. I told him
that I thought she had.
He knew how to humiliate. "Ask her if she came, Don."
I asked her, and she whispered, "No", still acting too embarrassed to look up at
me.
"Now, ask me if I came, Don," he said.
I asked him, and he told me, "Not yet, Don. You see, we did have hot, frantic,
natural sex, and my god she was hungry for it. She took all I had between her
legs, her sweaty little body twitching and humping, milking me like she hadn't
had a good fucking in years. But we're saving the last for dessert, so you can
see your loving wife slut for me, so you can watch her scream as she cums with
my cock buried in her, her arms and legs clutching me like she's found a lover
beyond her wildest dreams."
Wow. If you could have heard him deliver that line. Absolutely astonishing.
"We may have to do what you say," I told him, "but she'll never enjoy it. She'll
never be completely yours. I'll never believe that."
He stared at me for a second, as though some punishment for my insolence might
be coming, but then turned to L., took her chin in his hand, then raised it and
turned her face to him. He leaned close to her, and very slowly licked the side
of her face, leaving it wet and shiny with his saliva. She closed her eyes and
tremred as he tasted her. There is always some point during our game when I can
tell (or think I can) when she's finally unable to "act", overwhelmed by the raw
excitement that's been building. This was obviously that point.
"Well, I guess it doesn't really matter, does it, Don?" he said. "But, are you
absolutely sure you can tell what's going on in this pretty little head? Do you
always believe everything she tells you? What if she cums when I fuck her, Don?
Does a woman cum for any man who sticks his cock in her, or only when she truly
welcomes it inside her? Wouldn't that be considered a lover, Don? What do you
think?"
He was grinning at me again. He was acting the part brilliantly, as usual, but
he also knew, as did we all, that his imagination had once again taken our game
to a boiling point. After a few seconds of stunned silence, I said, "She won't,
not with you. Never." In spite of my best efforts, my answer wasn't all that
convincing. Like L., my acting ability was quickly unraveling.
He took us into the bedroom, then ordered her to order me to strip her. God, she
looked right into my eyes, her entire body on fire, her hair still a wild tangle
about her angel face, and said, "Strip me." She was either no longer able to
play "scared and innocent", or wanted to give me the impression that she had
been conquered by him. Her eyes were so huge and glassy - her entire body
screamed for sex.
I stripped her, he put her on the bed, then took out his cock and put it in her.
He always kept the uniform on. We hadn't made any rules up front about this, but
I'm sure he knew it played better. In a way, it acted as wall between them, a
blatant display that there was no hint of intimacy, only sexual release, on his
terms. L. and I agreed it was a nice touch, a constant visual key that he was
dominating us, using us as ruthlessly and efficiently as such an officer most
likely would.
He made me strip as well, then hold her wrists over her head while he fucked
her. She was totally helpless, pinned to the bed by his cock. The contrast of
the dark material of his uniform against her skin was breathtaking.
He made her say things the entire time. She did her best between grunts and
moans.
"Are you my mine? Do you belong to me?"
"Yesss..." she'd tell him, her eyes closed, seemingly oblivious to me at her
side.
"Tell your husband."
She opened her eyes and looked up at me, her expression almost heart-stopping as
she struggled between uncertainty and total presentation to him. After a pause,
she told me, staring deeply into my eyes, "I'm his." It was as though she had,
at that instant, become another woman, abandoning everything that might stand in
the way of giving herself to him, totally and completely.
"Look at your husband. See how hard he is? He wants me to fuck you. He wants you
to be my slut, doesn't he?"
Another, "Yessss..." from her, as he stroked her faster and faster. She was
gasping, her chest heaving up and down, her breasts jerking violently with each
of his thrusts.
I was ready to explode - except I couldn't. I stood at the side of the bed,
leaning over her, holding her wrists over her head, my erection bobbing up and
down, throbbing, shrieking for relief. He was in control, and I was helpless. He
was fucking my wife, using her in front of me, apparently successful in
conquering her, melting away her resistance. She was completely lost in the
moment, obviously giving herself to him totally, but still trying to hold out,
trying to...show some resistance? Or prolong the pleasure?
He ***d her as well, teasing her by slowing his strokes when she was close
to orgasm, making her beg him to fuck her before he began again. Believe me, by
that time no one doubted her begging was vulgarly sincere.
In the middle of telling him something he had ordered her to say, she came. I
let go of her wrists and leaned over her and we kissed deeply while she pumped
her hips into his cock and moaned into my mouth. It was the most intimate moment
we've shared - her knowing that I loved her enough to kiss her so passionately
while she came with another man's cock in her, and me seeing her so deliriously
satisfied by raw, uninhibited sex.
She tells me that it was the best orgasm she's ever had, only because we shared
such intimacy at just the right moment. After she recovered, I got the best
blowjob of my life. She was totally wanton, rabidly hungry for my cock, and
absolutely eager to feast on my semen as Officer Dave fondled her from behind,
ordering her to swallow every drop, or he'd be back again to teach her how. Of
course, her "carelessness" guaranteed a return visit.
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Don Jetman
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A Visit from Officer Dave - Part 2
by Don Jetman
He wanted L. in her pink nightshirt, so she wore it, with nothing underneath. It
had a wide, oval neckline - not too low, but open across her smooth shoulders
and delicate collarbones. Tantalizingly fresh in a peasant-blouse sort of way,
it wasn't overtly sexy, except for the color. I've always loved pink on a woman.
She was supposed to greet him at the door alone, so I watched from the living
room. The first thing he did was to make her beg him to fuck her. Just like
that. The first thing he said to her. "Tell me how badly you want me to fuck
you." Well, she put on a pretty good show, begging him, standing in front of him
in her little pink shirt that just barely covered her ass. He didn't even touch
her - he just let her go on, I guess enjoying how many ways she would beg him,
what words she would use to submit to him. She got so graphic, so soon. "Please
have sex with me - I want you - I want you inside me - I want you in me, to make
me cum." It had been so long since we had played this way, months, in fact. I
had seen her submissive side, but never quite like this. She started to say
things like, "I want you to take me in front of my husband - I know it's what
you want, what you want me to say - I want it - he wants it too - to see me when
you take me - to see how much I want it, how good it feels when you make me
cum." I wasn't quite prepared for that. But it was hot. To watch her standing
there begging for sex, her nipples hard and straining against her nightshirt.
She looked so small in front of him, so anxious to be taken she was shaking, her
breasts quivering with each little shudder.
He made her get in the shower with her nightshirt on - told her, "I want you
soaking wet - don't dry off." She came out looking like a drowned kitten - hair
plastered to her head, the nightshirt clinging to her body, arms and legs
dripping with water. Her eyes were glazed over, and she just stared at him,
waiting to be told what to do next. It confused me at first, maybe even
disturbed me a little. Why has he made her do this? On the surface, it seemed
like such a strange but simple thing. After all, it was only water. But, it was
obviously a simple thing that struck a very powerful chord within her. As she
stood there, soaked to the skin, dripping water on the floor, it struck me that
it made her very primal. So many images are associated with water - birth,
baptism, a kind of cleansing, a surrendering of all things superficial. All the
things she had done to outwardly make herself the permister she wanted to be, her
hairstyle, makeup, and last of all, her composure, were gone. It was as though
the water had not only stripped her bare, but also clung to her, constantly
dripping from her body, as though her inhibitions were being shed a drop at a
time. I would have never thought of such a subtle act of presentation. He is a
true genius. I loved the way the shirt clung to her - I could see the slight
swelling of her lower belly, and the mound of her pussy pushing against the wet
cotton shirt. She looked so gorgeous - and helpless at the same time.
He took her hand and led her outside, and in the middle of our backyard, painted
in the golden tones of early evening, they made out - standing against each
other, kissing, groping, and grinding. I watched from our screened-in lanai with
a super-hard-on. L. has a thing lately for doing it in public, and seemed to
lose herself with so little effort, "submitting" to him at first, but within
minutes was clinging to him, humping him.
The yard is fenced and surrounded by thick shrubs, but the sight of them doing
this in the open was pretty shocking. His hands were all over her. He pulled her
nightshirt up a little at a time, exploring her body as they kissed. When he
worked it up to her shoulders, she raised her arms, inviting him to remove it.
Instead, he pulled her arms through the sleeves, but left it hanging around her
neck. As the sun hovered on the horizon, he took her in his arms again, her
small body now the color of a ripe peach, straining urgently against him, yet
yielding to him at the same time. She was so sexy, her skin wet and glistening
from the water, her thigh flattened against his leg as she humped him, her
little bare ass flexing and the small of her back arching. It was absolutely the
sexiest thing I've ever seen. And she didn't even seem to care that she was
almost naked, outside. She lost it completely, slobbering over his mouth,
clinging to him so tightly, working her pussy into him over and over and over.
The more he handled her, squeezing her ass, mauling her tits, and slipping his
hand between her legs now and then, the more out of control she became. She
actually tried to drag him down on the ground to fuck her - but he wouldn't do
it. She slipped, fell on her ass at his feet, looked up at him with surprise,
then giggled. He just stood there and looked down at her. He said something to
her, but I was too far away to hear. She nodded her head over and over as she
listened to him. She was naked at his feet in our backyard, her damp shirt
clinging to her shoulders, her body so willing, and helpless, and beautiful.
He helped her up and led her back into the lanai, the pink nightshirt still
bunched up around her neck. She just followed him, holding his hand, her eyes
still in a submissive daze. He bent her over a round patio table and told me to
take her hands and hold her. I took both her hands and pulled her arms out
straight, stretching her across the table. She was panting, almost sobbing she
was so hot. Then he did what he seems to love - he slid his cock in her, then
stopped with the entire length of it buried inside her. She went wild, begging
him to finish her, to "fuck her", language she almost never uses. I was really
afraid she was loud enough that the neighbors might hear. But she was far past
caring. She was totally out of control. I knew she was horny, but this scared
me a little. I don't think she even knew where she was, or what was happening.
She just kept begging to be "fucked", her little butt jerking up and down,
trying to feel him move inside her. But he wouldn't. I held her arms, he backed
out of her a little, and we just waited for her to calm down. It took a few
minutes, but she finally relaxed on the table, still panting, but back under
control again. The whole thing was very, very bizarre.
Back inside, he let her keep the nightshirt on, and wanted her to make him
something to eat. Dave and I went to the living room to talk while she was busy
in the kitchen. I told him I wasn't sure if we should continue, that she had
scared me a little outside. He shared my concern, telling me he hadn't seen
anything like it before either, that it was such unexpected behavior from her.
We agreed to take things a little slower and see how she reacted, to tame down
the teasing a little, and that it would be best to give her some relief before
too long. Dave chuckled and assured me that was ok with him, that he'd need some
relief soon himself!
We sat at the kitchen table and ate together. L. made us shrimp scampi, and it
was fantastic. Dave kept putting his hand in her lap as we ate. Each time she
would pause and shiver a little. I couldn't see what he was doing, but I knew
she liked it. When she refilled our plates, she stood between Dave and I, and I
saw him run his hand up her shirt between her legs. She was shaking so badly a
few shrimp escaped onto the table.
After we ate, things went pretty quickly. Dave asked L. if she was ready for
"what she was begging for all evening". She had been up to the edge and back so
often, she was speechless. She looked at me, then back at Dave, and just nodded.
First he asked me to strip the nightshirt off her in the kitchen. I was so close
to her I could feel the heat coming off her body. When I touched her, she
tremred. Our eyes met, and we stood there for a while, frozen, my hands on her
neck, her eyes such deep wells I could have fallen into them and lost myself for
much longer than we had.
He took her and played with her for a minute, rolling her nipples between his
fingers, stroking her belly and pussy lightly until she was shaking again. They
went to the bedroom, I heaved the dirty dishes and pans into the dishwasher,
then went in to watch.
I expected to see Dave on top of her, pounding away, but instead, she was on
top, riding him, grinding her pussy into him, rising and falling on his cock
with hard, steady strokes. However strong her submissive tendencies where, I
guessed that didn't matter when she was this horny. She was definitely in
control here, grunting and slamming her pussy down onto his cock. She collapsed
onto him, still working her little ass up and down over him, then came with the
familiar loud, long moans I've grown accustomed to enjoying. She just lay there
on top of him panting while he jolted her body from underneath. I could see his
cock disappearing into her, her little body taking it and milking it, until he
came too in about another 30 seconds. I was left shaking as they recovered in
bed. I think Dave was a little shaken this time as well. He was totally out of
character when he left, kissing L. lightly on the forehead, and shaking my hand
warmly.
So, here I was, so worked up I was about to explode, and L. tells me she's just
too exhausted and sore to have sex right away. Of course I told her I
understood, and that I loved her for being so hot and sexy. As horny as I was,
there was no way I was going to discourage her from a repeat performance
someday! I guess the disappointment must have shown on my face though. She told
me that she "knew a way to show her appreciation for her special night." We went
to bed, and I got one of the best blowjobs of my life, all the while, stroking
her sweaty body as I thought back over the events of the evening. A while after
I came, she told me with a smile, "I swallowed it - you like that, don't you?"
I'll have to admit, I didn't notice, but I'd never tell her that. I told her I
didn't just like it, I loved it, that it was the sexiest thing a wife could do.
She seemed so proud of herself, like a kid with the key to a candy store. What a
night.
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