Fake Cop Copper fucks bus driver in the arse

The buzz of the bus engine rumbled through the cab as the tired driver, Simon, shifted gears. It had been a long day of ferrying passengers around the city and he was looking forward to wrapping up his shift and heading home. As he navigated through a quiet neighborhood street, the flash of blue and red lights in his rearview mirror caught his eye. Groaning inwardly, Simon pulled the bus over to the curb and put it in park. He rolled down the window as a uniformed police officer approached.

“Good evening officer, was I speeding?” Simon asked, bracing himself for a ticket.

The cop, young and handsome with a neatly trimmed beard, shone a flashlight into the bus. “No, you weren’t speeding. I stopped you because I saw you yawn – looks like you’re pretty tire…d out after a long day. I thought I could help you relax and decompress a bit before you head home.”

Simon blinked in confusion, his brows furrowing. “Officer, I’m not sure what you mean. I just need to finish my route-”

“Oh come now, don’t be coy,” the cop cut him off, glancing around before sliding his hands down the front of his pants, suggestively gripping himself through the thick fabric. “I can help you out. Give you a stress relief ride to help you through the rest of your shift. Whaddya say?”

For a moment Simon was too stunned to speak. His eyes widened as he stared at the policeman’s jutting bulge. Part of him screamed that this was wrong, that he could go to jail for this. But another part, a long suppressed, shameful part, stirred to life, causing his own cock to twitch in his pants. He’d never done anything like this before, but hearing the cop’s deep voice, seeing that big bulge, he found himself wavering…

The cop must have seen the indecision in Simon’s eyes, because he leaned in closer, voice lowering. “C’mon love, you’re a long way from home… Probably don’t want that cop ‘n’ rob going around, right? I’ll make it worth your while. See?” He unzipped his fly, freeing a thick, semi-hard cock. It wasn’t fully erect yet, but it already looked fat and meaty, with girthy veins running along the shaft.

Simon gulped, eyes glued to that impressive meat, pulse pounding in his ears. Screw the consequences, he wanted it. Needed it. Deciding, he nodded. “Forever your servant, officer.”

“Mmmm, good boy,” the cop purred, transforming into the role of dominant authority figure. He reached through the window and grabbed a fistful of Simon’s hair, yanking his head back to force eye contact. “Name’s Jack, but you can call me Sir. Or Officer. Not cop. Understand?”

“Y-yes Sir,” Simon stammered, his own cock now rock hard and straining against his pants.

Satisfied, Jack released his grip. “Alright then. Pop the locks and let’s get started.”

As soon as the cop opened the door and climbed aboard the bus, Simon slid his pants and underwear down, baring his pale, slightly pudgy ass and cock. He bent over the driver’s seat, presenting himself to Jack.

“We’ve got a ways to go before you’re ready to take my whole cock in this tight hole,” Jack remarked, giving Simon’s pale cheeks a sharp smack. “Might start by sucking this nice cock of yours.”

Simon raised up on shaky arms and turned to face the cop. His jaw dropped open and he extended his tongue as Jack smacked his spit-slicked cock against it. Eagerly, he began to suck the head, swirling his tongue around the thick cock, tasting the salty precum gathering at the slit. He took more of the hefty shaft into his mouth, gagging a bit as it hit the back of his throat. Jack groaned and gripped the side of Simon’s head, fucking his throat rhythmically.

“That’s it, take it all you nasty bus slut,” Jack grunted, forcing his cock deeper. He held Simon’s face flush against his groin for several seconds before pulling out. Strings of saliva connected his cock to Simon’s swollen lips.

Jack grabbed a tube of lube from his pocket and squirted some on his fingers. Bending over, he roughly shoved two coated digits into Simon’s tight, virgin hole. Simon yelped and arched his back, but soon was rocking back on Jack’s probing fingers, his own cock weeping pre-cum.

“Gonna ruin this pussy,” Jack murmured darkly, scissoring his fingers to stretch Simon’s hole. Once he judged him prepared, he replaced his fingers with the meaty head of his cock, pushing past the clenching ring of muscle.

Simon wailed as Jack’s thick shaft speared deep, filling him, splitting him open. The initial pain quickly transmuted into intense pleasure as Jack began to fuck him in earnest, grabbing his hips and plowing into him, forcing him to take the pounding.

“S-sir, fuck, yesss! Harder!” Simon babbled, tears leaking from his eyes. He rocked back to meet the thrusts, the slick walls of his ass clamping down on the pistoning cock stretching him wide.

Grunting, Jack redoubled his efforts, pinning the slender driver in place and rutting into him hard enough to shake the bus. Simon felt his own cock throbbing and leaking, so close to coming untouched. “Sir, gonna cum, please let me cum!” he cried out desperately.

Jack reached around and gripped Simon’s weeping cock, stroking it in time with his powerful thrusts. At that stimulation, Simon came with a hoarse shout, his cum splattering the seat cushions and the inside of the windshield. His ass spasmed around Jack’s plunging cock, sending the cop over the edge with a shout.

Jack hilted himself deep and erupted, flooding Simon’s guts with his thick cream. The feeling of being filled, claimed, marked by the cop’s load had Simon coming again, a second mini orgasm rippling through him. Both men rode out their orgasms, until Jack finally pulled out with a wet plop.

“Now that’s a stressful situation well-handled,” Jack remarked, tucking himself back into his pants. He took one last look at the debauched Simon, cum leaking obscenely from his gaping hole. “You’re a good lad. Carry on then.”

With that, the “officer” exited the bus, leaving Simon flushed, shaky, and cum-stuffed but with a new spring in his step. He cleaned up the bus as best he could and finished his route, a secret, shameful smile on his flushed face and a hopeful prayer that perhaps he’d encounter a “friendly cop” again soon.