A Man in Uniform
by Mitena Sparrowhawk
Copyright© 2011 by Mitena Sparrowhawk
Erotica Sex Story: For many years I, like so many woman (and men), have been attracted to a man in uniform. Police Officer, Firefighter, Army Soldier, Corrections Officer, Navy Crewman, Air Force Pilot or Marine. All it would take to get me to hike my skirt or unzip and drop my pants was them saluting me (no, not with their hands thanks).
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Teen Siren Heterosexual Fiction True Story Light Bond .
The first "man in uniform" I was sexually attracted to in an unhealthy way was a cop. Not Police Officer, as they are respectful, but a cop, 5'11", 260lbs of muscle, badge, gun and CUFFS (with no qualms about using them to HIS full advantage, which I didn't mind) Sadly I wasn't even past 16 and I developed a massive crush on this cop. To him I didn't exist, until one Friday night after my 20th birthday when I was at the local country bar (yes I had been underage going to the bar, but I did not look my age at all, I was 5'6", 130 lbs with tits that were entering into a size EE bra cup. I had watermelons on my chest and knew how to make a man want me). Oh and I had NO qualms about dancing, walking or casually chatting while being topless. I DO live in Ontario after all.
This cop was there, supposedly off duty (he worked plain clothed a lot so I wasn't certain), and started dancing with me. Things got hot and heavy (at least at much as possible on a dance floor) and soon we were in the corner exchanging sloppy kisses, groping each other in places that BEGGED for more and he asked me to go home with him. With the amount of liquid courage in my belly, I readily agreed. Long story short, we got back to his place with my expectations based on that "Man-In-Uniform-sweeping-me-off-my-feet-with-the-greatest-pleasure-I've-ever-felt" fantasy.
Well ... it didn't go that way. Turns out MrWorshipMeBecauseI'mACop didn't perform well under pressure. His tiny thin limp wet noodle (which wasn't saluting me like I required and given how well built he was everywhere else) was a 'big' disappointment. I had hear tales from other women in the bar that he was a stud, rocked their worlds, etc. Here I am with this alleged Adonis and I could have had more fun with a fully cooked wiener! Mr.LimpNoodle tells me it's nothing, that he'll make it work, don't worry my pretty little head about it, just lay back and enjoy.
Dude, seriously, enjoy WHAT? Back then if you didn't have a tree growing between your legs I wasn't interested. I'm talking at least 9 inches long and as thick as my wrist, not some 3/4-1 inch thin MAYBE 4 inches long noodle that isn't pointed at anything but the floor! But Mr.LimpNoodle promises I'll enjoy it, just relax. I figure What The Hell, can't hurt, worst possible case I get a quick nap in and can get back to the bar and grab a REAL stud before closing.
Turns out that Mr.LimpNoodle had a few tricks up his umm ... sleeve ... remember those cuffs I mentioned earlier, turns out he had an assortment of bondage and domination toys hidden away at home and had heard from a past lover of mine that I could get off on being tied and played with.
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