At first when my boyfriend Ryan started working second shift, I was bummed because I wouldn’t see him, but my friend Whitney knew how to cheer me up.

“You can start coming out with me Friday nights,” she said.

Every Saturday, Whitney had incredible stories of the fun she had on Friday nights. She’d dress in slutty outfits and go clubbing. The local clubs were filled with guys dying for a weekend lay, and Whitney used that to her advantage. Guys bought her drinks all night, and she had a great time bumping and grinding with them on the dance floor. She had her pick of hot, single guys to take home.

So on Ryan’s first Friday shift, instead of feeling lonely and worried as I packed his lunch and sent him on his way, excitement warmed me up. By the time he was driving down the road, I was in the shower, shaving from head to toe and getting ready for a fabulous evening. When Whitney came in, she whistled as she walked through the door.

“Damn, girl, you’re going to steal my attention!”

I checked myself out in the mirror. Ryan didn’t like me dressing sexy for anyone other than him, so it had been a long time since I dressed this way. My blonde hair fell all the way down my back. My black dress had a slit down the front that exposed a lot of my ample tits and plunged all the way down to my belly button. The skirt barely came down past my ass.
Whitney and I climbed into my Mustang convertible and took off. When we got to the club, we walked to the bar. As she flagged the bartender, I tried out an old trick. I leaned over the bar as if I was checking out the bottles, trying to make a decision. I knew my skirt was riding up my ass, exposing my cheeks to the room. After a few moments of this stance, I felt a hand on my back and I looked up innocently to see a hot guy – buzzed hair, clean cut - just my type.

“You need help choosing a drink,” he asked me.

“What do you recommend?”

“How about a blow job,” he asked.

“My favorite,” I laughed. “Don’t forget about my friend. She loves blow jobs too.”

He ordered two shots and something else for himself. We each sucked down a shot, and when the drinks Whitney ordered arrived, he picked up the tab. We thanked him, and I rubbed my tits against him as I turned around to check out the room. One of my favorite songs came on, and Whitney pushed me over to the dance floor.

“Thanks for the drinks,” she called to Mister Generous.

As I finished my drink and set it down on the tray of a waiter walking by, the guy I had been dirty dancing with handed me a shot. Someone in his group had brought over a pitcher of iced blue liquid. I slammed it and rubbed my ass in his crotch as he danced against me.

The night was a mix of free shots and random gorgeous guys rubbing their junk on me. If Ryan was there, he’d have been pissed.

“But Ryan’s not here,” Whitney kept reminding me. At one point, she followed up this statement with a kiss on my lips. I could still taste the last shot she had drunk – a slippery nipple. I licked a dab of butterscotch off of her lips.

At the end of the night, Whitney and I could barely make it back to my car with all the guys trailing after us asking us to go with them, but Ryan would be home in an hour. I had to be home and out of these clothes before then.

I raced my Mustang down Whitney’s street. We screamed at every guy we saw on the street. I dropped off Whitney who gave me another kiss, this time with tongue.

As I sped 60 miles an hour down her 30-mile-per-hour street, blue and red flashed in my rearview mirror. I hoped I could get out of this quick and make it home before Ryan. In my side mirror, I watched the cop get out of his car and walk toward me. He was really cute. Despite the navy blue uniform, I could tell he worked out. Seeing his gun made me wet between my legs. I turned my radio down and softly rubbed my fingers on my cleavage as he approached the car. His eyes went right to my tits.

“Ma’am, do you know how fast you were going?”

“Was I speeding officer?” I asked. “Sorry. It’s just that I really have to get home, and I don’t have much farther to go. I live a few blocks down this street.”

I opened my legs, knowing that my short skirt would have no choice but to rise up to my hips and let just a little flash of my red thong show.

“Why do you need to get home so fast?” he asked flirtatiously.

“My friend and I went out for a good time, but if my boyfriend knows I’ve been out dressed like this, he’ll kill me.”

“You keep secrets from your boyfriend?”

“All the time,” I said. “A girl needs to have fun.”

“Looks like you’ve had plenty tonight,” he said. “What’s a pretty girl like you going out dressed like this for? You’d get my attention no matter how you were dressed.”

I could tell by the way he checked me out that he wanted to reach down and touch my half-exposed tits, but he stayed professional. I pretended to wipe a tear from my eye and begged him not to give me a ticket.

“Officer, please let me go so I can get home before my boyfriend. I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” he replied.

I rubbed my breast again.

“I could get fired for doing what I want to do to you.” He smiled nervously.

“I wouldn’t tell,” I told him. “Like I said before, I keep lots of secrets.”

He seemed to think about it, and then said that he would follow me home. Excited and turned on, I smiled and reached into my purse for some paper. On the back I wrote my cell number and told him to give me a call.

“My boyfriend works second shift,” I reminded him.

I drove the speed limit home and he honked as he drove away. I pulled my clothes off, threw them into the back of the closet, and jumped into the shower. I scrubbed the smell of smoke out of my hair and was rubbing soap on my tits when the shower curtain snapped open and Ryan stood there in his work clothes.

“Kind of late for a shower,” he said.

“I was hoping you’d join me,” I said. He unzipped his pants, took the rest of his clothes off, and climbed in. He immediately stuck his fingers in my snatch and asked how long I had been waiting for him.

“I’ve been thinking about fucking all night,” I told him. He was still all dirty from work so I wiped my soft soapy sponge all over his body. When I had him clean, I let him bury his face in my tits and his dick in my tight snatch.

“Why you so hot for me tonight, baby?” he asked.

“It’s a secret,” I said, thinking of my officer.

Then I let him stand in the spray of the hot water as I kneeled down in our shower and sucked his dick.

When we got out of the shower, he opened the curtain and threw up the window to let the steam out. I bent over the sink and said, “One more thing baby, will you fuck my ass?”

“But you never let me…” he started.

“Baby, please, I want you to fuck my ass.”

He complied, moaning as he forced his wet dick into my asshole and pumped a few times before coming all over my plump ass. I turned around and kissed him hard.

“Maybe second shift ain’t that bad,” he said as he grabbed a towel and walked up stairs to our bedroom. I pulled my robe on and looked out the window just in time to see a cop cruiser pulling away from my house. I wondered how much he had seen through the open window.

A few days later, Ryan was at work and my only plans for the evening were to crash on the couch and watch a movie. My cell phone rang in my purse – a number I didn’t know. I picked it up anyway and said hello.

“So did you really mean what you said about keeping secrets?”

“Officer?” I said, “Would I lie to you?”

“Any chance you’d like to meet me outside of this jurisdiction for a little fun?”

Since Ryan was at work for another six hours, I agreed and wrote down his directions to the Super 8. I got a red tank top and my skinny jeans out of the dryer, pulled out the stilettos I had never worn out of the house. Ryan only let me wear them in bed while fucking him. I sped to the Super 8, found the room, and knocked on the door.

He opened the door just a little. When he saw me, he opened the door further and let me in. I was pleased to see he looked just as hot in his plain clothes as he did in his uniform.

“How do I look?” I asked.

“Like you want to get fucked,” he said.

I pulled the red tank top over my head and threw it on the floor. He couldn’t take his eyes off of my big, bouncing tits. I sat on the bed and he sat next to me.

“Do you do this to young girls all the time?” I asked.

“I’m afraid they’ll tell, but you seem cool.”

I took his hand and put it on my breast. Then, he leaned down and sucked on my nipple. I reached over and felt that his dick was as hard as a gun.

“Are you going to let me fuck you?” he whispered in my ear. Then he bit my earlobe.

I licked his neck and up to his ear and said, “Yeah, but first I’m going to suck your cock.”

I got down on my knees, unzipped his pants, and pulled them off while he pulled his shirt off. I licked his balls for a few seconds and then up the length of his shaft, focusing a few moments on the head. I licked around the ridge and then plunged down upon it, sucking and swallowing while my officer gasped for air.

I sucked him off for ten minutes, and then I stood up, kicked my stilettos off, and took my jeans off. He worked his way back on the bed as I got on the bed and crawled toward him.
“You want me to fuck you?” I asked.

“I want you to bend over the sink like you did for your boyfriend. Let me fuck you in the ass.”

“I saw you watching,” I said.

“That time you did.”

I rubbed my wet lips along his swollen cock and slipped my twat right over his dick.

“Make me cum first” I begged. He bucked into me and pushed down on my shoulders. Even though I was on top, he had complete control of my body. He fucked me harder than anyone ever had.

“Do I fuck you better than your boyfriend does?”

“Yes,” I could barely get out. His dick felt like it was in my stomach. I started to cum, and it lasted a full minute. My tits bounced the whole time. I screamed so loud, everyone in the Super 8 probably heard me.

“Now, it’s my turn,” he said. I got up and he slapped me in the ass as I walked into the bathroom and recreated the scene with Ryan. I bent over the sink.

“Officer, would you fuck me in the ass?”

He came into the room with lube, squeezed it onto his hand, and rubbed it over my hole. Then before I knew it, he plunged his big dick into my ass and thrust a few times into me. I rubbed my clit against the ridged counter as he butt-fucked me. In the mirror, we looked into each others eyes. I loved how we were breaking all kinds of rules right here. He squeezed my tits as he watched in the mirror. I started to rub my clit, and we came hard together. As my clit throbbed, he launched hot cum inside of me.

We parted ways two hours before Ryan was due home.

“Don’t speed,” he said as he got into his car.

“See you next week,” I said. I knew I’d be thinking about him the whole time and fucking Ryan nonstop.

“I’ll see you before then,” he said.