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Officer Danger	By : Truelove Category: Celebrities - Misc > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1793 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know Donnie Wahlberg. I make no profit from this story.

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- 1-Officer Danger
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This story contains hand-to-genital contact, m/f oral sex, and m/f intercourse.
This story is a work of ficiton. I do not know Donnie Wahlberg, and I make no money from this story.
The afternoon sun was baking the car. Donnie questioned his decision to drive this long journey, but consoled himself with the fact that he was making good time. At the rate he was going, he would be home by nightfall. He relaxed, watching the heat waves rising from the surface of the seemingly-endless highway before him. There were no other cars on this stretch as far as the eye could see; having the road to himself made him feel privileged and somehow timeless. Donnie checked the rearview mirror, confiming his solitude. A naughty smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "Let's see how fast this baby can go," he challenged himself, stepping on the gas.
He was flying - no need for a private plane today. The desert became a blur of gold; the road seemed to ripple like water as he sped along, exhilerated. Letting out a trademark "Woo!", he applied more pressure to the gas. The road was straight; did he dare close his eyes for a few seconds? The thrill of it was intense, but short-lived. Something prompted him to open his eyes, and there, in the distance, a speck on the horizon, was a car. Donnie eased up on the gas, his senses suddenly on alert. There was no sign of civilization for miles; why would anyone stop out here? Was something sinister going on, or was a motorist in trouble?
As the speck loomed larger before him, he noticed with a mixture of annoyance and relief that it was a police cruiser. He told himself a speed radar wouldn't have clocked him at that distance; besides, he could usually rely on his charm to get himself out of a ticket. Donnie eased up alongside the cruiser, as a female officer motioned for him to pull over. "Afternoon, officer. Is something wrong?" He tried not to sound patronizing, suppressing a smirk as he thought, "A female cop? Piece of cake!"
This one was not in the mood to play nice. From the polish of her shoes to her proud gleaming uniform hate, she looked the business. Her mirrored cop shades gave no hint of her innermost thoughts as she sized him up. Donnie noticed himself reflected there, looking unsure of himself and suddenly small.
"Step out of the car please, sir." What? His face contorted, incredulous; excuse me? She repeated the command, dropping the word 'please,' her tone authoritative almost to the point of being menacing. Donnie remembered her gun, biting his tongue as he complied. "Hands on the car." This was pushing it; all this for speeding on an empty highway? Her hands gripped his shoulders as she turned him over like a little girl flopping a rag doll. Donnie felt his breath escape in a rush, both from surprise and from the pressure on his stomach as she shoved him up against the side of his car. "Easy! I didn't do anyth-" She ignored him, running her hands firmly and thoroughly over his shoulders and back, up into his sensitive armpits, down his ribs and waist.. When she gripped his hips, he gritted his teeth, the move bringing to mind many interesting and varied encounters from his past. She ran her fingers over his ass, dipping between his cheeks as he found the decency to blush. The officer patted down his muscular thighes and calves, finally reaching his feet. "Shoes off." Shaking with indignation and a little fear, Donnie stepped out of his shoes, feeling the hot sand through his socks. "Now the front. Turn around." Donnie felt vulnerable without shoes, more so when he struggled to read her face which was obscured by the shades. He wanted to grab those shade away and unmask her, but he didn't dare.
D leaned back against the car, the sweat making his shirt cling to his skin. The officer's hands claimed him, checking every inch of his chest, belly and waist. He tried to be still, holding his breath as she ran her hands up and down his ticklish inseams. She explored his legs before standing too close to him and removing the shades, tucking them neatly into the pocket of her uniform shirt. "Is there anything in the car I should know about?" Donnie tried to speak, but his tongue was leaden. She is going to search my car. He shot her a helpless look, a kid caught reading a comic book in class, and she took his face of blank terror as a sign for 'yes.' "I see. Step aside please, sir." He did so, watching as she rifled through the glove compartment, pulling out an unopened box of Trojans. "Well. This isn't your week, is it?," she quipped, tossing them aside. Donnie idly wondered why she hadn't cuffed him before conducting the search, concluding it was probably because she knew he wouldn't try to run in the desert - especially without shoes. He watched in horror as she rummaged through the overnight bag on the passenger seat. Please, God, no.. Officer Friendly pulled out a handful of photos, a pack of baby wipes, and a bottle of Jergens body lotion. He thought he saw her shoulders shaking as if she had to stifle laughter, and as the thought registered, she turned to him, holding up the evidence for him to see. "You've been a naughty boy, haven't you?" What could he say? Donnie squinted at his sandy feet, his face burning. She tossed the items back into the bag, shaking her head.
The officer was looking at him now, studying him intently. The power of her gaze backed him against the cruiser, and she pinned him there, purring low as she kissed his neck. Her hand was on his waistband, inching down into his jeans, and the shock of her touch made him shiver and jerk. She smiled as she felt him grow hard in her hand. "Bad boys need to be punished."
Donnie found his voice. "Alright, that's enough. There's no law against having..that stuff. I know my rights -" She laughed. "Your rights? You got a lawyer packed in that bag under your porn?" He was fuming, and yet her hand felt so good, so right.. "You have the right to remain silent. I am the law out here; you do as I say. Got that?" She cupped his balls, emphasizing his vulnerability. His mind..Where was his mind? She kissed his neck again, drawing the flesh into her mouth before biting down. Make-up was gonna pitch a fit on Monday morning about the bruise, but he didn't say this. He simply sighed. Her trained hand worked his hot length, until he'd swollen to the point of pain. She backed off a little, and for a moment he wondered if she would let him go, wanting it, yet dreading it, too. "Not getting off that easy," she teased, her hand shifting to the buckle of his belt. "No sound. No movement." Donnie watched in disbelief as she unbuckled his belt, then unsnapped and unzipped his jeans. Was she really going to..?
This had to be a dream. Maybe he'd fallen asleep at the wheel; was he dead? In a coma? The warm breeze on his skin told him this was no dream. "Don't move." The officer retrieved an item from the cruiser, a small bottle of something. Pouring a capful of the liquid into her palm, she rubbed it onto the velvet head of his cock. There was a tingle, followed by burning; he twitched, and she smiled. "Better than Jergens," he heard her tease - and then her mouth was there, her soft lips caressing his tip, making his legs jerk.
Her tongue traced lazy circles around his head, cooling the fire, then making it worse. She played with him, enjoying teasing him; he wanted to beg, to cry out, but he knew that if he did, she would stop. Finally, she took him into her sweet mouth. He watched his cock being swallowed up by her lips, drawn back out, then plunged in once again. Her hands caressed his balls, making him weak; how he could stay upright? When he caught her looking up at him with those hungry eyes, he knew she had more torture planned for him.
D felt the naughty thrill of it all - leaned against a police cruiser on the side of a highway in broad daylight, balls to the wind, getting his cock sucked by an on-duty cop. It didn't get much dirtier than that - or, so he thought. She brought him close twice, but each time, she tugged his balls to delay his orgasm. After the second time, she stood to face him and ordered him to strip. Donnie complied, and she threw his clothes into the cruiser. Leaning into the car, she pulled on a strap in the middle of the backseat. To his amazement, the seat shifted forward and fell flat, like a futon. He heard the cuffs before he saw them. "Put your hands up." Donnie hesitated. "Hands above your head. NOW." This was insane. He was naked, miles from anywhere, handcuffed and at the mercy of an officer of the law - and he'd never been more turned on.
"Watch your head," she coaxed, guiding him onto the seat ass-first. He was totally exposed, his body open to whatever pains or pleasures she chose to inflict. No sooner had the thought entered his mind than the drag of her nails down his arms and into his pits took his breath away. "Do you like that?," she teased. He nodded. Her nails worked down along his ribs and sides, and she chuckled as he squirmed. She moved down over his hips, thighs and shins in the same manner, stopping to remove his socks before stroking her nails along the soles of his feet. Donnie felt so helpless, but giving up control meant he felt no guilt over his pleasure. She slid up along his body until she was eye level with him, kissing him for the first time. The kissing went on for several minutes; Donnie felt her grinding against his naked body and wanted to see her naked, to feel her skin on his, tease her and please her. As if reading his mind, she pulled back and began to unbutton her uniform shirt, all while holding his gaze. Donnie wriggled in his cuffs, his hands itching to touch her body.
The officer leaned forward over him, giving him a very close view of her breasts which were barely covered by her racy, lacy bra. He was close enough to smell her skin, and he tried to get a lick, but she stayed just out of tongue's reach. The cop let him sweat for a few, then reached behind her back and unhooked the bra. D watched as she dropped the garment to the floor, then groaned as she began playing with her breasts, rolling and pinching her nipples with her fingers until they were hard as diamonds. She leaned over him again, her nipples pointing straight at him, begging for attention. D obliged, sucking and licking each one in turn until she was breathing harder.
His eyes darted down to her toned stomach, wondering about the beautiful mystery below her navel. She gave him a meaningful look, wetting her lips. "Bad boys are usually good at eating pussy. Are you a bad boy?" He nodded. She scooted down on the seat, shedding the rest of her uniform but keeping her panties on. Donnie could smell her natural fragrance as she hovered over his face. "Get to work." He nuzzled the gusset of her panties, feeling how moist she was, how warm.. He licked her through the fabric, making her eyelids flutter shut. "That's right. Like that." D moaned into her mound, wanting more of her, wanting to pay her back for all the teasing she'd done to him. "Are you ready to eat me like the bad boy you are?" Without waiting for a response he was forbidden to give, she wiggled out of her wet panties before easing herself down onto his face.
He did not disappoint. She found herself close much sooner than she'd expected; he couldn't get enough of her, feasting on her. She panted and whimpered, told him to slow down, but he flicked his tongue faster. When he sucked her clit into his mouth, she came hard, cussing a blue streak, and he opened wide to swallow every drop, letting her ride his tongue until her climax was over.
"Oh, you naughty boy. Now I'm really gonna punish you!" Donnie shivered with the thrill of anticipation as she moved down his body, placing her aching cock between her breasts and squeezing him. He craned his neck to maintain the visual, hypnotized by the rhythm of her movement. Every so often, she'd let her hot tongue flicker over the tip of his cock. "Bad boys always taste so good.." He couldn't lay still while she licked his balls; he was aching now, throbbing for her. She sensed his need, positioning her dripping slit over his cock, rocking against him for her own pleasure. He needed to be inside her, NOW; how he could stand this for even one more minute?
At last, she lowered herself onto the part of him which was sitting up and begging. A word was struggling to form in his mind - something important; what was it? "Condom," he choked, but she laughed. "Don't worry; I won't get you pregnant." His face turned serious. "I've been fixed, honey. We're good. Besides, I've heard this is how you like it.." She rode him nice and slow, savoring the fullness. "Your cock feels so good inside me. I love it." He winced, then moaned, as her nails clawed at his shoulders and chest. "Do you like it when girls ride your cock nice and hard?" She worked her hips faster now, as he watched her bouncing. He didn't ever want her to stop, but every time he got close, she'd slow down or change her movements. At one point, she was squatting over him, keeping just the tip of him inside of her while she stroked her clit. The officer teased him; "Are you going to beg, bad boy?" He gritted his teeth, shaking his head no. "Are you sure?" Donnie stayed firm, biting his lip. "Such an obedient little bitch now. All you needed was proper training." She slid him in to the hilt. "Are you ready?"
Donnie felt the click of the cuffs as she pressed the release mechanism - they were novelty cuffs, not standard issue. His hands were free, but he let her move them. "Right here," she whispered, placing them on her breasts. He stroked her nipples again and again as she rode him, her hair sticking to her face with sweat, never removing her hat, the final symbol of her authority. Her mouth was a ripe, perfect o, and her breasts were lush and full, aching like her cunt. She would not stop, could not stop; so good..
"Are you close?" Donnie groaned as his answer, moving his hands lower to grab her hips. She slid a hand into the folds of her haven, pressing hard, making herself tighten around him. "Cum inside me, dirty boy. I want you to. Get me all sticky; come on.." She blew, fisting hard around him, and he shot his load into her, on and on like a fountain. As she bucked, lost in the throes of ecstasy, her hat flew from her head, releasing a wild spill of caramel hair. Donnie knew he would fantasize about that image for years to come.
She retrieved her hat, catching her breath. They dressed in silence, the words 'Now what?' buzzing in his mind. As she escorted him to his car, he noticed the sun setting, wondering how long he'd been here, a willing prisoner. As he settled into the driver's seat, she leaned across him, stuffing her soaked panties into his bag between the wipes and the lotion. "Drive safe now. It can be dangerous out here." She waved him off as he pulled away in a daze.
Dangerous? That wasn't the half of it.
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