Amy What's You Going To Do? Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Amy What's You Going To Do? Pt. 01

... struggling and then he wasn't due to a zap from a taser. He was handcuffed and he apparently had evacuated his bladder and bowels.

"Mrs. Kennedy?"

I turned and saw a tall black SPD Swat team officer with two black bars on his collar. A Captain? I nodded and he quickly rushed in and picked me up as a bridegroom picks up his bride to carry her across the threshold.

I felt as if I was a little girl being carried by her daddy. I hooked my arm around his neck and buried my face onto his chest. I was so scared and I started crying. We were in the elevator and when we were on the ground floor and out the door into a SPD bus and he tried to set me down. I locked my hands behind his neck and would not let go and shook my head, my hair in his face. I was still crying. He sat down and continued to hold me.

I felt so safe, all I'd ever wanted was to have a strong man that I would take care of and we'd raise a family. I knew about how normal couples even struggled to keep the home fires burning. I'd taken points from Cosmo about how to keep your honey at home and in you too (blush). I never wanted to let go of this man.

I leaned back and looked up at him and said, "All I ever wanted was a good man to take care of and I wanted a lot of babies. I'm a good Catholic girl, after all. Is that too much for a woman to ask Captain?"

He stared into my eyes and I blushed and gushed if you know what I mean.

"Captain," I turned and smashed my girls into his armor covered chest, ...

... "Could a real man like you love a woman like me? Did I tell you how badly I need a real man," I could fee my nostrils flaring out as I started huffing and puffing.

"Captain," I moaned out loud, "Is my butt too big for a real man like you?" Then he groaned and I pulled his neck down and we kissed (forever we called it the kiss that led to seven babies) and we were moaning and groaning and I heard the door close and he stood up and I was in his arms again and he walked over and locked the door until I ended up on my back on a table, huffing and a puffing like an old locomotive staring at him as he took off the armor. I ripped off my blouse and my bra, transfixed as he pulled his pants down and then his briefs.

To say he had a big dick says nothing as to what I was looking at. It was so thick and long and it was half curled up like a python. He approached me and bent over to resume THE KISS and reached out with my left hand and I had no scale, but it seemed to weigh five pounds or more. I gently rubbed it and Holy Sweet Mother of God it stiffened.

Please Captain, for the love of God, fill me up, baby!"

Then my cunny gushing like Snoqualmie Falls, accommodated my honey's dick. He was my honey now, nobody but mine and he gently made love to me in and out slowly at first. Then his hips were slapping onto my hips and ass, and it was a full body loving, because later on we'd squabble and the make up sex turned into fucking and screaming. I did like him to fuck me, but our ...