To Protect and Serve

This piece was written for the "The Weekly Quickie Contest"  [18+] The prompt for round 49 (November 8th - November 15th): Give me a good role-playing story. What parts do your character's really want to play? Have them dress up (then undress) and have a good time playing the role of another character.

To Protect and Serve
by Charlie Maddox

Lydia sped along I-184 W, John Mayer's Covered In Rain blaring from her speakers. Her long blonde hair whipped out behind her, the cool night air caressing her skin. She knew driving with the top down meant extra time brushing the knots out of her hair later, but it made her feel sexy. And there was nothing quite like a melancholy John Mayer song to put her in the mood. Lydia sang along at the top of her lungs.

         From fireworks to fireplaces
         Summer stole what fall replaces
         And now we're people watching
         All the people, people watching us right back
         Standing by the missing signs
         At the CVS, by the checkout line
         She puts her quiet hands in mine,
         Cause she's the brightest thing I've got

         When I’m covered in rain, rain.

"Whoo-hoo!" she screamed. This time of day the traffic was thick and the patience short, but this song always put her in a great mood. She was on a mission and wouldn't be distracted.

She worked days and John worked nights, but every once in a while the opportunity arose for them to meet in between. Today was one of those days. Glancing quickly over her shoulder she merged left onto Exit 0 then right on Exit 50A to West Overland Road--her exit.

She glanced up to check her hair and was surprised to see flashing lights in her rearview mirror. Fuck!  she thought. I'll never get there on time now.

The officer motioned her into the Lowes parking lot. Once stopped the evening air felt warm, the nearby freeway traffic comforting somehow. The parking lot was practically deserted. She shut off her engine.

"Ma'am, do you have any idea how fast you were going?" the officer asked. His name tag said "Cox." How appropriate, she thought.

"No, but I really am in a hurry, Officer. I'm on my way to meet someone. Can't you just write me a ticket so I can go?"

The officer loomed over her, his masculine frame dwarfing her and her tiny sports car. Even in the darkness she could make out his hazel eyes, his wavy brown hair, his scruffy beard. The low-profile car put her at crotch level, and she found herself unable to look away. Ohmigod, he has an erection!

"Ma'am, how much of a hurry are you in? There's no such thing as a quick ticket. You'll be here at least another thirty minutes."

"Thirty minutes! I can't be here another thirty minutes, Officer Cox. I have somewhere I need to be in ten."

"Ten minutes ought to be enough."

The officer reached down and unzipped his pants, exposing the biggest cock Lydia had ever seen. She felt an instant throbbing between her legs, and she wondered what it would feel like to lower herself onto him slowly till she was filled with him.

"Suck it," he said.

Lydia unbuckled her seatbelt and got on her knees to face him. She licked the shaft from balls to tip, raking her teeth lightly across the head. It was hard and silky and warm. He moaned when she traced the rim with her tongue, and when she grabbed his ass and pulled him all the way into her mouth, he shuddered.

Officer Cox thrust himself deeper inside her, guiding her efforts by placing both hands on her head. Lydia knew it wouldn't be long--she could feel his cock getting harder as it stroked the back of her throat.

"I'm gonna cum," he said, and with one final thrust his hot jism filled her mouth, nearly gagging her. Slowly she sucked him through his orgasm, draining him of every last drop.

The officer withdrew himself from between her lips and righted his uniform. "You have a good evening, ma'am," he said as he turned to get back in his cruiser.

No ticket tonight? she thought, watching his red taillights fade into the night off Overland Road as he drove away.

# # #

Lydia looked at the chart and smiled. She checked her makeup one last time in the mirror and turned the doorknob. "So, what are we seeing you for today?"

"My job requires that I get a yearly physical."

"It does, huh?" Lydia asked, closing the door behind her. Slowly she unbuttoned her top, her full breasts strained at the material of her push-up bra to be set free. "Take off your clothes and lie down on the exam table, Officer Cox."

"Yes, ma'am," the man replied, stripping himself of his uniform and lying naked on his back.

Lydia stared at his erection. "You really do have a beautiful cock, Officer." she said. "Yesterday I wondered what it would feel like to sit on it, fill myself completely with its silky goodness." Lydia hiked her tight black mini skirt above her hips and climbed onto the table, straddling him.

"Is this how you perform physical exams on all your patients, Doctor?"

Lydia smiled and whispered, "No, John. Just you." She stroked her shaved pussy with the head of his engorged rod until it was coated with her juices. "Last night you had your fun. Today it's my turn," she said, lowering herself slowly onto him.



Word Count: 865
Link to John Mayer's Covered In Rain   (my favorite song)
Covered In Rain Lyrics © 2002 John Mayer
The main characters (John and Lydia) were so named to honor Mr. Mayer and this exquisite song that has brought me so many hours of happiness--and no, I don't want to do him.