Super Jock Shorts - "Mr. Rhoades' Cop Trouble"
Mr. Rhoades groaned as the cop pulled him over, running a hand through his brown hair and hoping that it would be a simple ticket for speeding, then be on his way. Unfortunately, as the cop took his license and registration, and time began to pass, anxiety built up in his body, and then he was full-on freaking out as the gruff-speaking policeman told him to step out of the car. Mr. Rhoades just hoped that nothing was running down his thighs as he did what the man asked. Bent over the warm hood of his swanky-new black convertible, the cop instructed him to spread his legs and Mr. Rhoades internally groaned, feeling the warm nut spilling out of his red ravaged puffy hole!
The cop could see it running down his hairy leg and chuckled. “Well fuck me running, looks like someone had a little fun back here, huh?”
Mr. Rhoades gasped as the cop yanked down his shorts, his meaty ass bursting out into the open and crouched down behind it, shoving his face right in between his big hairy round ass cheeks. He licked and slurped, eating the fuck out of Mr. Rhoades’ man pussy.
Isaac groaned, feeling the cop using his tongue like a straw and sucking the loads out like he's drinking a thick musky milkshake!
The cop pulled back with cum and spit around his mouth, giving Isaac's phat slutty ass a hard smack! Mr. Rhoades let out a yelp and unintentionally farted out a big gush of cum from deep inside his cunt--it splattered against the cop's chiseled face with a loud wet erotic SPLAT!
“Sorry…o-officer!” Mr. Rhoades weakly muttered, trying to save some face and hopefully not add onto the crime he guessed he committed.
Mr. Rhoades’ convertible rocked back and forth as the cop went ham on the beefy daddy's ass, using the leftover jizz as lube to slide his thick throbbing ten inches in and out of Isaac's already well-fucked hole!
Mr. Rhoades apologized in between the feminine moans escaping his plump pink lips; the father of two is well-reminded that he sounds exactly like his dumb slutty jock of a second son Mason, and it turns him on as much as it disgusts him.
Cars went by as they fucked and Mr. Rhoades hoped that no one would pull over to see what was going on. Someone having a little peek inside the slightly foggy windows to witness a cop railing some pussy, maybe even wondering if they could have a go. The thought had Mr. Rhoades shivering and turned on.
Why didn’t I splurge on the window tinting? He wondered as his titties bounced like tidal waves.
The officer grabbed handfuls of his muscle tits, pulling and yanking hard on his thick pointy nipples, drawing out ear-piercing cries and whines from Mr. Rhoades. The officer wouldn’t have to endure the screams for long, taking the initiative and using his tongue to shut the sexy daddy up. Their tongues battle for dominance inside Isaac's hot mouth with the cop winning out in the end.
The cop broke the steamy lewd kiss, only to spit a big ball of saliva right into the DILF's gaping gob, catching Isaac completely off guard. But to the redneck officer's surprise and delight, Isaac greedily sucked it down and begged for more, and the lawman couldn't ignore a citizen in need. He spit again and again onto Isaac's awaiting tongue, getting lower and lower until they locked lips again. Tongues swirling and sliding over one another as the windows fogged and the cop plowed harder and harder into Mr. Rhoades' hungry pussy.
“Take that fucking dick bitch!” He yelled into Mr. Rhoades’ ear.
“Yeah fuck me!” Mr. Rhoades yelled back.
The cop could feel himself about to cum and instead of warning him, he just quickly yanked his dick right out the man's gripping hole. He almost came right then and there as he saw Isaac's puffy ass lips trying to pull him right back in. Isaac was swimming with pleasure, eyes shut tightly, toe curling, and cock pissing precut, but as soon as the officer's cock had stopped rearranging his guts, his eyes flew open only to be met with a geyser of cream blasting him in the face!
“AAAARRRGGHHHHH!!!” The cop's face contorted with pleasure, the vein on his forehead looked like it was going to pop as his balls drew against his shaft and released the pent-up load brewing in there all day.
From getting ignored by his old lady in the morning, who refused to suck him off as part of her wifely duties, or even a simple hand job. Then while walking out to grab the morning paper that the asshole paperboy threw onto the wet grass, he had to endure seeing the widowed Ms. Rachel, teasing him in a short silk robe. She was a plastic Barbie doll with huge fucking tits come to life and knew that he could tell that all she was wearing underneath the article of clothing (if you could call it that) was a lacy thong. He drove by the local car wash and saw the entire football team cleaning cars and spraying each other with water in thongs and jockstraps, so the whole day seemed like a giant fucking tease. All he wanted to do was fuck someone’s brains out and so when he pulled over the fancy car, he was expecting just another kick to the sack, but it seemed that miracles came in many forms. His father’s raunchy motto: “A hole is a hole, and you better stuff it boy!” echoed in his head as he fucked the daddy’s hot cum-filled ass.
“What the--?!?” Mr. Rhoades almost cursed, getting cut off by the massive ropes of chunky cum sprayed across his handsome face and black hair. A decent-sized glob of cum landed on his tongue and without realizing it he swallowed it down.
The cop didn’t even apologize for cumming on his face, instead silently using the daddy’s discarded shirt as a cum rag to clean himself with, then scooted out of the backseat to redress. Mr. Rhoades sat there dazed and panting while the cop pulled his pants back up, readjusting his belt and walked back to his police cruiser with a noticeable pep in his step. Cars kept zooming by, but a few slowed down just enough to catch a glimpse of the esteemed businessman, now disheveled with a gaping cunt drooling hot potent police spunk onto the leather seats. Mr. Rhoades didn’t notice it, as he was preoccupied, but someone even snapped a quick pic of what had happened in the car, before continuing on their way.
Eventually, the cop returned to Mr. Rhoades, whose shiny name tag read: “Deputy Vogel”, and threw a crumpled up ticket onto the well-fucked stud’s sweaty chest.
“You drive safely now.” Officer Vogel simply said, tipping his hat to him with a smirk before getting back in his cruiser and speeding off.
Mr. Rhoades didn’t move for a while, actually falling asleep in that position and waking up to something hard and throbbing poking against his bruised backdoor.
“Ah!” He groaned and saw through his half-open eyelids that a tall lanky farmer had climbed into the backseat of his car and was about to fuck him.
Before he could do or say anything, the probably 60ish year old man eased a fat wrinkled dick into his loaded up hole, grunting as every inch was swallowed up. Mr. Rhoades could see that the man had a pair of low-hanging balls, the size of lemons swinging in between his hairy thighs and wanted the chunky cum that was stored in there.
“MMM—tighter and wetter than the wife’s pussy back home, although it seems like someone got to you first, huh, boy? Well you better settle in because I like to take my time and that isn’t because of my arthritis haha!”
Mr. Rhoades had nowhere to be anytime soon and besides, he was enjoying having his ass fucked, so it looked like he had a little more in common with Mason.
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