Hair To Stay Erotica

Pam opened the door after looking through the peephole and seeing the policeman on the other side. The cop was an imposing sight; well over 6 foot tall and husky, with long dark brown hair and wrap-around sunglasses that only served to make the officer look even more intimidating.

“Good afternoon ma’am,” the officer said before Pam could open her mouth. “That your Mustang in the driveway?”

Pam nodded as the man motioned toward the light blue Mustang on the side of the house.

“Maybe I’d better come in,” the cop said and started to walk past the startled woman.

“Wait…”

“Is there a reason you don’t want me to come in?” the officer asked.

“Well no, but…”

If you’ve got nothing to hide, then there’s no reason for me not to then, right?” he said as he moved into the living room.

Pam was speechless for once in her life as the cop brushed past her, the heat from his body radiating as he passed. Pam closed the door and followed the man as he began to walk around the room like he owned the place.

“Nice place you have here,” the officer remarked as he took his shades off.

“What’s the reason that you’re here?” Pam asked in an annoyed tone. “You said something about my car.”

“Yesterday, you cut me off near the interstate,” the cop said, his voice deep and authoritive. “I had to slam on my brakes or else the rear end of your car would have been wiped out. It’s a real beauty. 1966, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” Pam replied. “I don’t remember cutting anybody off, and I certainly don’t make a habit of cutting off police cars.”

“I was in my own car,” he answered, and the way his eyes traveled up and down Pam’s Reubenesque body made a shiver go down her spine. It was almost like he was undressing her with his eyes.

“Are you sure it was me?”

“Hey, there’s a lot of hot cars in this town, and a lot of hot women too, but you don’t see them together very often,” he leered. “You got my attention even before you almost hit me. A light blue Mustang with a big beautiful woman behind the wheel makes a real impression on a guy like me.”

“Well, I don’t remember it, but if I did, I’m sorry,” Pam said, her voice trembling a little. “Just give me a ticket and I’ll pay it.”

“Slow down there,” he said, and moved next to the shaken woman. “Seems like you’re trying to get rid of me awful quick.”

His dark blue uniform top had massive sweat stains under his arms and down his back, the evidence of the sweltering day it had become, and the musky and manly scent of him now filled Pam’s nostrils as he came up beside her.

“No, it’s just that I have a lot to do, and I’m sure you have as well, Officer…”

Pam looked for the cop’s name on his uniform, but there was no tag there. Just a badge.

“I’m sorry, I don’t see your name and I didn’t catch it.”

“I didn’t throw it Pam,” the cop said. “That’s a nice name - Pam.”

“How do you know my name?”

“It’s my job,” the officer said, and as Pam began to move away he followed her. “I know a lot about you, and I’d like to know even more. You married?”

“No.”

“Boyfriend?” the cop asked, and after Pam shook her head no, raised an eyebrow.

“Girlfriend?” he inquired in a voice that was dripping with innuendo.

“No! Look, I don’t know what this is all about,” Pam began, crossing her hands over her chest and inching toward the phone in the hall.

“Where are you going?” the cop demanded. “You’re acting very suspicious. What are you hiding?”

“Hiding? I’m not hiding anything! Look, I want your badge number. This isn’t right!”

“I decide what’s right,” he boomed, and as Pam spun away the policeman grabbed her and pushed her against the wall. “Right now, you aren’t under arrest, but your actions are leading me to believe that you are concealing something, so I’m going to have to search you. Don’t resist.”

Pam got moved so that she was facing the wall, the cop was standing right behind her. His minty breath was hot on the back of Pam’s head as he leaned over her from behind.

“Let’s see what you were trying to hide out there,” he said, his meaty hands coming around Pam’s body.

Pam’s hands came up instinctively, only to be forced back down.

“I said not to resist,” he hissed and grabbed the front of her blouse.

“NO!” Pam cried out as the hands tore open her blouse, and the sound of the buttons hitting the hardwood floor as they were ripped from their moorings was startling.

Pam was shaking as the remants of her blouse were pulled off of her. Her shorts were yanked down, and the cop roughly pulled her bra straps from her shoulders and down her arms.

“We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Your choice. Now I want you to reach up and grab the wall. Spread em’ too.”

Pam felt the cop nudge her feet apart as she reached out and put her palms against the wall. His hands ran up and down her backside, probing her lush ass cheeks through the panties.

“Have to see what it was you were trying to cover up,” he said, while his fingers slowly undid the three hooks on the back of her bra.

The third hook was a little struggle, as it was the only thing holding the harness up, but when he finally got it loose the bra practically flew off of Pam.

“Oooooh,” the cop groaned into Pam’s ear as his hands replaced the bra cups.

The cop’s hands groped Pam’s pendulous globes roughly, kneading the fleshy tits whith an intensity that was almost as savage as it was passionate. Pam’s nipples were not spared either, as he tweaked and pulled at the thick nubs while Pam whimpered helplessly.

“Great tits,” the cop said as his breathing grew even heavier and more rapid. “Really love you big beautiful women… you really turn me on.

Pam shuddered as she felt the officer grind himself into her, and her worst fears were realized when she looked down and saw the cop’s pants around his ankles.

After massaging her breasts for what seemed like an eternity, the cop’s hands slid up to Pam’s shoulders. He pulled Pam’s curly brown hair away from her neck and bowed his head, kissing and biting her exposed neck.

“God, you are one hell of a sexy woman,” he grunted in a voice that could only be described as feral. “Keep your hands up on the wall.”

The officer’s hands slid along Pam’s plump, pale shoulders and began slowly gliding along her down covered biceps. Sliding further, his fingers ran through the dense hair that covered Pam’s forearms. Back and forth his fingers went, the softness of the hair against his hands making a moan involuntarily escape his lips.

“Love your arms… so hairy,” the cop said in a guttural tone, grinding himself into Pam’s ass as his hands kept stroking. “Feels so nice. Now tell me, are you hairy all over?”

The cop chuckled as Pam gasped in surprise at his crudeness.

“Cat got your tongue?” he quipped as Pam was unable to speak. “Guess I’ll have to find out for myself.”

With that, his hands began a leisurely trek back up Pam’s arms. As they reached her elbows and headed up toward her biceps, he moved them to the inside of Pam’s arms. Now his fingernails were lightly raking the tender flesh on the underside of Pam’s arms, moving so slowly that the movement was almost imperceptable.

After a painfully slow journey, the cop’s fingers felt the warmth and dampness just before they made contact with the timberline of what were dense thickets of hair under her arms.

The cop groaned as his fingers raked through the damp tufts of hair that filled Pam’s armpits, and her legs wobbled as he bit into her neck, feeling his hardness against her. He grabbed her armpit hair in his beefy hands and pulled on it until Pam let out a little cry.

Then his hands slid down. Down Pam’s sides, which were slick from the streams of perspiration, and around her full hips.

“Did you soil yourself?” the cop asked as her hands slid over the front of her panties, the cotton virtually dripping with moisture.

“No,” Pam squeaked almost inaudibly, her body now trembling from head to toe, and when his hand slid under the elastic of the undies, her knees buckled and she leaned against the wall for support.

“Mmmmm,” the cop said as his hand worked its way through the swirling tangle of hair that surrounded Pam’s womanhood, and when his fingers parted the lips of her pussy she let out a groan that sent a shiver down the cop’s spine.

The cop grabbed Pam’s right hand and slipped a handcuff over her wrist and brought it up behind her head. He pulled her left hand up and snapped the restraint on that one as well, leaving her with her hands secured behind her neck.

“Now I can get a better look at you,” he said gruffly and turned her around.

Pam’s face was flushed and glistening, and she looked away as she felt the officer’s eyes devour her. Her hands were everywhere; her breasts were mauled, her armpits toyed with and his fingers probed between her legs.

“Look at me,” the cop said as he stepped back a couple of paces. “Look what you’ve done to me.”

Pam looked at the officer, and when he nodded downward, Pam saw what he wanted her to look at.

He was naked from the waist down, and his cock was swaying lewdly in front of him. Fully engorged, it was ordinary in length but exceptionally thick, and it almost seemed like it was throbbing. A long string of precum dangled lazily off of the tip before dropping onto the floor.

The cop began to unbutton his uniform shirt, exposing his thickly furred barrel chest, the hair so dense that he seemed more animal than man. He never took his eyes off of Pam as he tossed the shirt aside.

Reaching down, he grabbed his cock in his hand and began slowly stroking his member while staring at his helpless captive, all of her voluptuous womanly charms fully exposed for his pleasure.

“….”

The cop looked at Pam, seeing her lips move but no sound coming out, and moved closer to her. Her mouth moved again, but only a tiny squeak came out.

“Can’t hear you, my dear,” the cop said, leaning closer, and her mouth moved again. This time, despite her dry mouth and throat, he could make out what she had been trying to say.

“Fuck me.”

The cop looked at Pam, her breathing just as heavy as his. Breasts heaving and body almost convulsing, she shifted her weight from foot to foot as her eyes pleaded to him.

“Had enough play?” he asked, and Pam answered by leaning down and burying her face in his chest, her mouth finding his nipple and sucking on it savagely.

The officer smiled and led Pam over to the bed. He helped ease her down to the edge of the mattress, her hands still secured behind her head, and as she sat on the bed she leaned over and tried to grab his cock with her mouth.

“Now now Pam,” he said. “Don’t want to make a mess just yet. Here, you may have a go at these.”

He reached down and pulled his cock upward, and Pam leaned forward, taking his left nut in her mouth. She sucked on it eagerly, and he had to pull it out of her mouth before she yanked it clean off of him. After she did the same with the right one, he pushed her gently back on the bed.

“Guess you have had enough play,” the officer said, and Pam’s answer was to throw her legs up and spread them wide, exposing her furry grotto to his hungry eyes. “Me too.”

With that, he climbed between her plump thighs and slid his cock inside her. Despite her being so wet, it was a tight fit, and he slowly worked his thick manhood into her until she had taken it all in.

Pam began bucking herself into him as he started his rhytmic stroking, and the officer knew he had a problem. The sight of Pam beneath him, her arms up high, was so erotic he could not look for fear of cumming. The sound of Pam screaming as he slid his cock in and out of her, was equally intoxicating.

The officer fought to keep the sounds out of his ears as he clenched his eyes closed, and tried to think of anything but this glorious piece of womanhood beneath him. In and out his cock went, and his husky body drove his tool into Pam like a jackhammer. He felt Pam’s pussy clench around him once - twice - and then again, the last time savagely clamping tight around his cock, while her screams echoed in his ears.

The sound of their sweaty bodies slapping together sounded like thunder in the room. Pam was screaming again, and he felt her hands around his neck, scratching and clawing at him like she was possessed while the handcuffs flew off. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, and the feel of her leg hair on his sides was only adding to the experience.

He didn’t want to cum, but he couldn’t hold it back any longer. The officer looked down at Pam’s flushed and sweaty face and let himself explode inside of her. Pam felt his cock jump inside of her and smiled, squeezing her pusssy around him as he spurted into her, wailing and moaning like the animal he felt like, until he was drained and limp.

It was a long time before either of them could even move. He had fallen off to Pam’s side, and cradled her in his arms as they laid there, their bodies a perfect fit as they rested.

…..

“I’ve got one complaint,” Pam said after eventually summoning up enough energy to move, turning over to face him.

“What’s that?”

“These handcuffs,” Pam said as she dangled the flimsy shackles in front of my face. “El Cheapo! It was all I could do to keep them together.”

“I know,” I admitted. “Got them at The Dollar Store. I was more concerned that you would laugh at my badge. OFFICIAL DEPUTY isn’t that authentic either.”

“Well, I was so captivated by your performance that I wasn’t paying attention,” Pam said with a grin. “Was it good for you?”

“I think you know the answer to that,” I replied.

“I love the way you looked at me,” Pam said as she toyed with my chest hair.

“What way is that?”

“The look that made me think that I was driving you crazy, and you wanted me more than life itself.”

“Oh. The acting was over by that time,” I confessed.

“No accounting for taste,” Pam said in her self-depreciating way. “Hey! I thought I killed him!”

Pam’s hand had snaked its way down my stomach and had found my cock, which was making a rapid recovery and was nearly erect again.

“Hope I can get these things to close on you,” Pam said as she pulled my wrists over my head and snapped the cuffs on my wrists. “Just don’t move around much.”

I raised my head as she fiddled with my restraint, burying my head under her arm, licking and kissing the damp jungle, making her giggle.

“You know what that does to me,” Pam said.

“Me too,” I assured her.

“Well I don’t plan on being as nice to you as you were to me,” Pam warned me as she climbed on top of me. “I plan on really making you beg for mercy before I let you cum.”