A Sissy (S)exercise Fantasy

He was right. I slipped off the seat and knelt quite comfortably on the floor. I had to crouch to keep myself beneath the dashboard, but since that brought me closer to his crotch, I don't think either of us had an issue with that.

I watched, mesmerized, as he began stroking himself through his police blues. I could see his cock swelling beneath the zipper, and felt myself beginning to lean forward. As I reached out, he took his hands away, giving me full access. I all but ripped the belt off of him, but then took my time unzipping his pants. The last thing I wanted, at that point, was to catch his skin and have him toss me out of the SUV, horny, bruised, and completely unsatisfied.

The moment the zipper reached the end of its journey, his white briefs began straining upwards towards me. I'd never been quite so forward before, but something compelled me to lean over and nibbled his shaft through the cotton, inhaling the overwhelming scent of musk and sweat as I did so. Clearly, judging by the smell, he was near the end of a long shift, but the more he smelled like a man, the more I wanted to do this for him.

Suddenly, I felt a gentle cuff upside my head. "Maybe another time, sissy, but we're a little pressed for time here." He lifted his ass off the seat and helped me pull the pants and briefs away from his cock. "Get sucking."

Oh my god, it was glorious! I'd sucked longer cocks before, but never one quite that thick. I wasn't even sure I'd be able to get it in my mouth, but I knew I'd make the effort -- and then some! The moment I lowered my face to his cock he grabbed the back of my head, pulled me close, and thrust his hips up towards me at the same time. Before I could even take a breath, I had five inches of thick, hard, cop-cock buried in the back of my throat.

My jaws hurt, and I felt like I was going to gag. It was the most glorious feeling in the world.

He was too thick to really suck the way I'd like, so I settled for licking and slobbering all over his shaft, while he held me in place and fucked my face. He was a demanding lover, and one who knew what he wanted -- and just how to get it -- but he wasn't careless. His thrusts in and out of my mouth were well-placed and well-timed, allowing me just enough time to breathe between mouthfuls of cock, and never pressing too hard or too fast into my throat.