“Can I confess something to you Officer?” The 6’7” Bounty Hunter towered over her.
Officer Pryce didn’t respond. “I’ve never been with a black woman before. I mean, sure, I’ve danced with one or two, but it’s never gone beyond gyrating on the dance floor.” He paused, lowering his head down to her 5’6 ½” frame, until she could feel his breath on her ear, “You’ve ever been with a white guy?”
“No, and I don’t plan on being with one!” She snapped.
“Not even me?” He sang innocently.
“Especially not you!” She snapped back.
He started to laugh, “I like you! You’ve got a pretty face and a smart mouth!” The Bounty Hunter held her close, “I like that in a woman.” In one fell swoop, he pressed her body up against the door of his truck, pushed his leg forward between hers, then swept it to the right, shifting her leg along with his, jarring her off-balance, and making her spread her legs. Her wrists were both held in each of his hands, and legs spread between his –there she stood immobilized and eagle-spread up against the side of his pickup truck. Officer Pryce experienced what it must have been like to be one of this Hunter’s bounties, but unlike any of his other catches, the Hunter had managed to do one more thing –unzip his pants.
“It turns me on.” And with that statement she felt exactly what he meant; to be precise, she felt exactly what all 6 inches and two-thirds of his ‘turn on’ felt like as it slid across the thin wool fabric on her inner thighs.
“You said you were going to let me go!” She shouted.
“I intend to, Caramel.” He pulled his hips back slightly, then rocked them forward, only this time more than just her upper thighs felt the head and shaft of his erect penis. But I’ve got another confession for you Officer, before I do.”
Obsessed with visible panty lines in her uniform, she opted for thongs instead of regular underwear. And in the brief skirmish that had just taken place, it shifted and now split more than just the cheeks of her ass –the thin line of fabric nestled itself squarely between her labia, and with each gentle, and ever so slight movement of his hips, back and forth, the Hunter stroked her lower lips and turned her on.
“Every summer, when I was young, my parents would send my brothers and I,” The Hunter stopped and corrected himself. “My brothers and me, I might be country Brown Sugar, but that doesn’t mean I’m not educated.” He cleared his throat and continued.
“Every summer, my parents would send my brothers and me to my grandparent’s house, up in the mountains of North Carolina. And if we were good, my granny would take us to the candy store, one of those old fashioned ones, you know, with a lunch counter in the back, ice cream case in the front, and every kind of candy you can imagine lined up against the walls in between.”
She felt wetness between her legs, but in her arousal she couldn’t decipher whether it had come from herself or from him.
“Now she was really strict, my granny. ‘Only one sweet per trip, she’d say.’ But the first evening up there, the summer I turned ten, my grandpa picked up a hand full of wrapped caramels and handed me one. I unwrapped it and popped it in my mouth before my granny could even notice. And something happened when I did. You wanna know what happened?” The Hunter questioned.
“No. I want you to let me go!” The Officer retorted.
“Now, see. We were getting along so well, and then your smart mouth –” The Bounty Hunter placed both of her wrists in one of his hands, and slip his free hand down the front of her uniform –across her breasts, to her waist and stopping at the zipper to her pants. He unzipped it smartly, and slipped his cool, callused hand in. It took him a second to fish around and find the edge of her panties.
“What happened?” Officer Pryce blurted out. “What happened when you ate the caramel?” She asked.
“Oh, you wanna know now?” His response felt like an interrogation.
“Yes…please.” The Officer took on a more conciliatory tone.
His fingers released the edge of her thong, and he removed his hand from her pants just as quickly as he had entered them. “You see how agreeable I can be when you play nice?” He taunted.
“Yes… I’m sorry.” She exhaled breathing a sigh of relief.
“When I tasted that caramel, it was the sweetest thing I had ever tasted, and the way it felt in my mouth –it started to melt once it touched my tongue; every corner of my mouth could feel its softness and taste its sweetness –it was so good, it gave me an erection.” He licked his lips, and then continued, “And do you know what I did every time I went to the candy shop after that, Brown Sugar?” His ran his hand across her waist.
“No.” She whispered.
“I stole a caramel, just so I could experience what it felt like to have that piece of candy melt… in… my… mouth.” The Bounty Hunter stopped talking when he moved his hand from her waist to her neck. Cradling her chin in his palm, he lifted it. “Again…and again…and again.”
She could feel him brush his nose up against her neck. “I bet you taste as good as you smell, Caramel Candy Drop.” He exhaled. “You ever taste something so good it made you cum?” She didn’t respond. “I just asked you a question, Brown Sugar.”
“No.” Her response was barely audible.
His strokes become harder and faster. Officer Pryce raised herself to the balls of her feet, to create some distance –half and inch at most, between the Bounty Hunter’s sword and her sheath.
“Oh?” He asked somewhat confused. Her slight movement puzzled him. “Ohhh!” He sighed, realizing her action was more of re-action, to him. “Someone’s finally getting aroused.” He almost seemed to praise. “Well, let me help you with that.”
The Hunter raised his hips another two-inches, and firmly plugged the gap between her legs –rubbing her uppermost thighs and the entire length of her labia with every thrust. And so he continued, ‘fucking’ her, as though he were ‘fucking’ her; over and over again he pushed, until he felt her clench her ass and squeeze his dick with her thighs repeatedly in rapid succession, just before her knees buckled, and she let out a long moan.
The Hunter braced his prey from falling. “Atta, girl!” He congratulated, re-pinning her to the side of the truck. “But the only problem now is, everyone’s here has cum except for me.” His whisper was low. “You tasted something so good, it just made you wet?” She didn’t follow his train of thought.
“You said you were gonna let me go.” She whimpered.
“Let you go? Now? But now I got an erection so hard, and it would be such a shame to waste it,” He rubbed his hand up and down the thin wool fabric covering her ass. “Or worse, cum where my jizz will be of no use, don’t you think?”
“No!” Pryce objected.
“There you go again with that smart mouth.” He scolded.
“I’m sorry…it’s just that –”
“I didn’t ask, Caramel Cutie.” He laughed slightly to himself. “You know, you’re pretty good at this police thing. I’m about to confess something else to you.” Completely caught off guard by the skillful Bounty Hunter, he moved her arms behind her back and cuffed her, with his own set of restraints –both wrists in a single cuff. He turned her to face him. “When you first approached my truck and started talking, I have to admit, I really wasn’t listening to what you were saying. I was completely fixated on your lips, and how soft they must feel.” She looked around, and at the deserted road. The alternating blue and white lights seemed miles away as opposed to the yards they actually were.
Using the edge of his index finger to lift and turn her chin so she faced him, he ran his thumb across her lips. “They seem soft.” He brushed his thumb back across her lips. “But there are only two ways I can think of testing…just…how…soft…they really are.” He brushed his thumb across her lips a third time. “Now, I could kiss you.” He stroked her lips again. “But you know what? I had a burger about an hour ago, and had I known I was gonna get a little action tonight, I would have asked them to hold the onions.” He licked his lips. “And I don’t think the mint gum I’ve been chewing has completely gotten rid of the taste.” The Bounty Hunter raised his head and spit the gum out at a considerable distance. “To be perfectly honest with you, Sexual Chocolate, I think it would be in poor taste if I were to kiss you, knowing I still have this lingering onion breath.” He touched her lips again. “So there’s really only one other option.”
The Bounty Hunter stepped back, breaking all physical contact with her, and it was then that she saw his dick, the pinkish skin contrasted starkly against the dark indigo of his jeans –breaking through the unzipped zipper as though it were a performer unrestrained by the curtains or the stage.
“I thought you were gonna let me go?” She whined.
“When things are just starting to get fun? You most likely cost me ten-grand in those bounties I was chasing, at the very least, you could be more accommodating.” The Bounty Hunter took a half step back and began to unfasten the button on his jeans. The pants fell half way down his thighs, as he spoke, “On your knees.” He ordered.
Slowly, she lowered herself to kneeling; taking great pains to maintain her balance, she bent one knee behind her, as though she were doing lunges in her aerobics class.
The Hunter’s rough hand grabbed her by the chin, and pulled it upward for her to look at him. “Whatever you’re thinking about trying, I wouldn’t if I were you.” He used his thumb to brush her cheek. “It would be a shame if I was forced to do something that would permanently scar this beautiful face…or worse.” The Bounty Hunter shifted his hand from her chin to her neck and squeezed. “Do we understand each other?”
Pryce tried to nod, but she couldn’t, and settled for a, “Hmm mmm,” instead.
“You know what?” He pulled upward, and she stood before him again, only this time, she could feel the head of his erect penis pressed against her abdomen. “Let’s make sure, we’re crystal clear on this Caramel Spice.” With his free hand, he unlatched her service revolver, and removed it from the holder. She heard the safety ‘click’. “No!” Barely audible, she tried to scream.
“I’m not gonna kill you.” The clip fell to the ground after hitting her boot. He threw the gun a lot farther than he spit the gum.
“No!” Another muffled scream escaped.
“Now that we’re on the same page…on your knees!” He ordered again, and she complied.
* * *
On her knees, Officer Pryce thought for a moment and then inadvertently licked her lips –her tongue brushed up slightly against the Bounty Hunter’s dick.
“That’s a good start Brown Sugar, but you’re going to have to do better than that if you’re trying to get me off!” He quipped pressing the head of his cock up against her soft, wet lips.
Pryce licked them again, this time purposely and tasted him –the faint hint of salt caused her mouth to water. She separated her lips, allowing her tongue to extend and cradle his head, opening a passageway to take his member in.
She swallowed a few times forcing his pre-cum to the back of her mouth and down her throat. The Bounty Hunter sighed as he felt the rhythmic undulations of her tongue massage the head of his penis, and creating a vacuum feeling, sucking his cock into her mouth. Fighting the urge to fuck the Officer’s delectable opening, he permitted her to continue.
Pryce wrapped her lips around the rim and rocked her head back several times encouraging the Hunter to penetrate her deeper –the second she opened her mouth, he did.
Watching his cock disappear into her opening, he allowed the sensation of his head touching the moist walls of her cheeks then the muscular curvature of her tongue to stimulate him, before it was pushed up against the her hard palate.
The Bounty Hunter nudged a little more until he reached the back of her throat. The Officer swallowed again, and the Hunter about lost his fucking mind. A shiver ran up from the base of the spine and simultaneously down to his thighs; holding onto the bed of his truck, he braced himself so that he didn’t lose balance. “God this feels good!” He cried out as he hit the side of the truck with his hands. Pryce pinned the head of his dick up against the roof of her mouth with her tongue –she could taste just how much he enjoyed what she was doing, and she swallowed a few more times.
“Oh, fuck yeah!” The Bounty Hunter moaned in ecstasy as he let her take all six-and-two-thirds-inches of him into her opening. She started to suck his entire cock: from her lips at the base, to the shaft on her tongue, to the head caressed by her throat.
He was going to cum faster than he had planned, so he pulled back slightly, and she let him, before opening her mouth, motioning forward to take him fully into her again. The Bounty Hunter pulled back a few more times so he wouldn’t cum, but Pryce sucked harder and faster, refusing to let go of her grip. “Fuck!” He shouted. “You’re going to make me cum!” His hand hit the side of the truck several times in anger…then frustration…followed by elation. Holding onto the edge of the bed, his knees shook, then his thighs –he came in an explosion at first, trailed by ejaculating in small bursts. Pryce sucked and swallowed…and sucked and swallowed until she felt his fingertips stroke her cheek. She opened her mouth and he withdrew. The Officer licked her lips one last time as the Bounty Hunter took a step back, pulled up his pants and fastened his belt.
Not being completely unchivalrous, he held her by the bicep and helped her standing. As she stood, they exchanged glances. The Police Officer turned away from the Hunter to face the truck the held out her hands for him to uncuff them.
“Now if I were to do that,” he used a finger to lift the cuffs with her wrists by the free cuff. “How would I be sure you wouldn’t try to arrest me?”
“I already told you, I wouldn’t.” She assured.
“And after I let you go? What goes to say you won’t go back to your squad car and retrieve another weapon?” Officer Pryce looked away. “Yeah, I thought so.” He chided.
The Bounty Hunter pulled the Police Officer by the empty cuff and led to the passenger side of the pickup truck. He opened the door and told her to get in.
“You said you would let me go!” She pleaded.
“And I will,” he paused, correcting his own grammar. “Listen to me talk, you must think I’m some sort of country bumpkin!” He giggled. “I shall let you go,” he insisted as he pushed himself up against her side –his erection had returned. “As soon as I’m finished fucking you, Brown Sugar!” The Bounty Hunter rubbed his hard dick against her hip. “Now get in!” He snapped, as he stepped back to give her room to move. Pryce turned and stepped up onto the running board. The Hunter quickly placed his hands on the seat on either side of her, and using his upper body, he bent her forward. He placed his left leg on the step next to her, shifting his erect penis right between the cheeks of her ass. “Unless of course, you want to climb into the bed of my truck, let me put you down on all fours and fuck your brains out.”
She remained silent.
Pryce stepped up into the cab with one foot, then the other, and sat on the leather seat watching him. The Bounty Hunter reached behind her, pulling the free cuff then fastening it to a latch between the chair and back seat cushions. “Just one more thing,” he added placing his other foot on the running board, and leaned into the cab over her. The Hunter motioned to kiss the Officer, and she turned her face to look out the driver’s side window. He reached back over her shoulder and pulled the seatbelt across her lap and fastened it. “Safety first!” He chuckled.
The Bounty Hunter stepped down and warned the young Police Officer, “Whether you kiss me now, or after I’ve tasted your Caramel… I plan on putting my tongue in both sets of your lips!”
Pryce sat there for a moment, after he closed the passenger side door. She could see him briefly in the side mirror then the rearview mirror before he disappeared from her sight all together. Looking around the cab she searched at first with her eyes –across seat and the dashboard, then with her foot, under both to determine if there was anything that could help her...and there was!
The Officer stopped when she heard the Hunter load several things into the bed of the truck before opening the driver’s side door. The Bounty Hunter threw his leather jacket onto the seat and climbed in. He put the key into the ignition and turned –the engine roared to life as he switched on the headlights, and shifted the vehicle into gear. He turned to face her, “Ready to catch some bad guys?” He winked at Officer Pryce and pulled off.