Volume 01 - Dirty Shorts

stayed buried deep inside me. He leaned forward covering my back with his chest. His teeth bit into my shoulder, going through my shirt. I grunted from the pressure, felt his body shudder as he shot his release. The hand that held my hip snaked around and grabbed my ready to explode cock. I looked down and watched him rub his thumb under my sensitive head before he started working his fist up and down my shaft. It took only a few strokes before I closed my eyes and felt myself erupting. When my body was done trembling, I opened my eyes to see I’d shot on his hand, as well as my t-shirt, but most had landed against the wall. I’d worry about cleaning up tomorrow.
    I leaned my forehead against the wall to catch my breath, even though he’d done most of the work. “The police seem to like using excessive force in this city. I think I have wall burn on my chest.” I said lethargically. “Not that I’m complaining.”
    “Sometimes, that’s the only way to get the point across and teach a lesson.” He said, as his softening cock slipped out of my ass.
    “I’m not sure I learned my lesson, I may need another course. That was incredible.” I said, finally breaking character. “See, I told you role playing would be fun.”
    “You weren’t the one left standing on the side of the road like an idiot with a boner. I still can’t believe you just yelled and drove off.” He wiped his hand off on my shirt and then gave my ass another swat, leaving his hand where it landed.
    “You really expected me to blow you through the car window, in broad daylight, and then drive home and masturbate to the memory?” I said in disbelief.
    “That makes it more adventurous. No one would have noticed, and you love to jerk off!”
    “I’d rather do it with you though. And as much as I love to blow you, the idea of then driving home and taking care of myself, just wasn’t appealing.”
    “Fine, all future role playing will be planned with time and a location to allow for mutual release. It still wouldn’t have killed you to blow me while I was on lunch.”
    “Role playing is meant to be sexy and spontaneous. My character was a compulsive liar with a rap sheet longer than Jersey. I had to get out of there. I even fibbed to Leia when I got home.”
    “What did you do to Princess Leia?”
    “Nothing, we just talked. I told her I’d buy her a new toy if she helped me make sure her daddy wasn’t pissed off at me by the change of plans.”
    “You better not have traumatized her; she’s only eight months old. I thought I asked you not to speak in front of her when I’m not around to supervise.”
    “Relax she wouldn’t do it, and I love her too. She could tell I was just in character and she mostly ignored me.” A habit she had when I wasn’t in character as well.
    “Where is our poor dog now?”
    “She’s sleeping in her bed, I closed the door so she wouldn’t disturb us. I also made sure she was very tired before you got home. We threw her ball for like three hours and she just wanted to keep going.”
    “Hope you didn’t wear her out too much.”
    I needed to change the subject or we would end up debating whether I ruined the dog or not for the rest of the night, so I quickly changed the subject. “I didn’t know you had a quota for handing out tickets.”
    “We don’t, but part of our performance is evaluated by how many traffic citations we’ve handed out each month. Though, the guys will make wagers to see who can give out the most.”
    Leaning over, he gave me a quick kiss. “I’m going to go say hi to my other princess.” I smiled at him as he walked away, not ready to move yet. “Love you.”
    I started counting in my head: nineteen, twenty — “Conrad!” Brayden yelled, right on cue, “You left the closet open, and the dog made a huge mess.”
    “Oops!” I yelled back. I had actually made a side deal with Leia – I would leave the closet open, and she could have anything she wanted that wasn’t mine. In exchange, she would leave us alone while we got hot and sweaty. That way, if she woke up early, she wouldn’t whine at the door. I loved her, but she was a total cock-block.
    “It’s not my stuff she’s chewing on.” He yelled back.
    That bitch had double-crossed me. It’s what I get for making a deal with a dog. Since I was well-fucked and completely satisfied at the moment, I couldn’t find the energy to care. In that moment life was great.

    THE END

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