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The Quarry GateBefore I even knew what was going on I started running. All I knew is that we were having a great time and now chaos just erupted into the night. I ran as fast as my ankle boots would take me, fast away from the red and blue flashing lights which made the night wear an ugly, purple bruise. Sand and rock crunched underfoot and I wondered if they caught Jed. After all, he was the one who had the d**gs on him. I feverishly continued my grueling pace to the quarry. I was not lost and definitely alone. “The ‘cats’ will make a great hiding spot!”, I thought. It filled me with hope to picture the now-still bobcats and other earth-moving machinery. They could protect me with their steely presence. One tungsten light burned overhead and the orange glow lit up the gate. That’s when I heard the crunch of someone else’s boots fast approaching. I wasn’t alone! I ran up to the gate even though it was chained shut. Chained shut? We have been partying here after hours for years! We liked to joke that one day “the pit” would be filled to the top with our beer bottles. I grabbed the chains and shook helplessly. Why is it locked?He was there in an instant, grabbing me and throwing me down. The “struggle” (if you can call it that) was over in an instant. The night was silent now, just his breath and mine. Not even a dog barking in the distance. I found myself handcuffed to that chain link-fence. Writhing was futile, I obviously wasn’t going anywhere and those cuffs hurt. I doubted I’d ever want to wear my gold and pearl bangle bracelets ever again after tonight. I breathed heavily. His radio crackled and a dispatcher briskly said something that I didn’t catch. He responded to her with a number. He then asked me if I had anything in my pockets that would stick or hurt him. I told him, “I don’t even have any pockets.” I shouldn’t have used such a sassy tone with him. That was a mistake. “This dress better not get dirty in this little dust up,” I thought. He explained that he had to check for weapons as a matter of procedure. He started at my socks. Of course he had to start there! He unclipped my pink pocketknife and asked, “What’s this for?” I zipped my lips. My bad attitude was doing me no favors. I heard the familiar click pendik escort of the knife snapping open. After a moment, I sighed. “I mostly use it to cut the tags off of new clothing and to cut chip bags that are too hard to open, okay?” Why was I telling him this, I didn’t owe him any honesty! “You look like a nice girl,” he began. I didn’t want him looking at me. All of a sudden I realized exactly how alone we were out at the quarry. “What are you doing getting mixed up with a crowd like that?” I had to hold back a laugh. What a cliche! I hated him for judging my friends. We were a little rough, sure, but we never really harmed anyone. The world made us hard, no need to punish us further. Life did plenty of that. Some of those guys would bend over backwards for you, give you their last dime, the shirt off your back. He was behind me and I felt the knife lift up the back of my skirt. It was held up for a moment and I heard and saw his flashlight flick on. He then continued looking for weapons. He ran has hands up the back of my legs. His hands, not gloves. Those were thrown down and now covered in a thin layer of dust. He lingered on my thighs, paying special attention to the inner thigh. I knew what was coming but I still flinched. His fingers felt the heat of my vagina through my panties. He rubbed the area a few times and grabbed my ass and squeezed. His hands continued to “search” me. Indeed, he searched every curve. He was surprised to find me wearing no bra. He cupped my breasts, his hands felt large. My breasts were a little swollen and sore, I was ovulating. I breathed heavily. He squeezed my nipples a little. After suppressing a moan, I pressed my lips together and asked him if I could get up off the ground. He used the small key and with a tiny click my thin wrists were free. I stood up and began to brush the sand off of my knees. He said something but I wasn’t listening. I was picking the pebbles out. He repeated himself, “Turn around.” I was standing now, and few clicks later, found myself chained to the fence once again. “So much for freedom,” I thought. He bent me over a little and stroked my thigh. He pulled my panties away from my body and using my pink pocket knife slowly kartal escort cut a slit. The knife clicked closed. I felt his hands there again. There were gentle and tentative. He petted exceedingly lightly at first, just brushing his fingertips against me feeling the heat but not really the shape. Just taking in the silk of my panties. Then, his pressure increased as he followed the curves and crevices. He seemed to enjoy it, he made a little noise and I could tell he wanted more. He teased my clit so lightly and I bit my lip. There was no denying it: I was becoming aroused.Slowly, he slipped a finger into me. Instinctively, I spread my legs wider for him. He could feel how wet I was. Going knuckles deep was a piece of cake. He did, too. Vigorously. He started with one finger and how many he added, I cannot not say. Eventually, he used his other hand to slap my ass. I arched my back to stick it out a little more for him. At this, I heard something come undone and something heavy hit the ground. He undid his pants. The tip was warm and wet. Precum, I assumed. I moaned loudly. He lightly rubbed it against my vagina. Slipping, sliding and stopping every now and again to push it a fraction of a centimeter in, making me beg for more. He wouldn’t give me more. Not yet. His touch and the way he used his fingers was delicious in its raw chemistry. I wanted this man inside of me. All of him. I arched my back further and said one word: “Yes.” He slowly pushed himself inside me, allowing me to savor that first delicious taste of him. He pushed himself in with little resistance, I was so wet that I was practically dripping! He thrust himself in harder and harder. Deeper each time. The chain link fence was loud but not as loud as my screams of pleasure. I wanted it hard, wanted it to hurt. Wanted all the bobcats to bear witness to my pure pleasure born out of panic. Wanted the pit to echo with the sounds of our bodies. His hands cupped and squeezed my breasts hard. Almost too hard. The pain of it was part dopamine. How could this be? I screamed out in pain this time and he stopped. I heard his pants come completely undone. Felt him enter me once more and he thrust deeply. “Wait,” I said after maltepe escort a few thrusts. “Put them back on. I love a man in uniform!” At this he put his pants back on, unlocked the handcuffs and carried me to the “cats” with his erection shining in the moonlight. I climbed up the ladder of an excavator. He slapped my ass and felt my hard clit as I walked up the little metal ladder ahead of him. Inside, he laid me down on the seat. He began to eat me even before I was down. He was skilled, I felt his expert tongue work its magic. I looked down at him. It was dark but I could see him a little now. He was handsome, from that angle anyway. He slowly worked up his tempo, just when I was about to cum I begged him, “Please.” He climbed up on top of me and gave it to me so hard. I kissed his strange mouth hard. Our tongues melted into each other and at that moment I felt his spasms: he was cumming inside of me. His twitching finished me off and I came with him, my muscles selfishly grabbing his liquid throbs. I couldn’t make a sound, I was paralyzed with pure pleasure. He grunted loudly. We laid still and silent for a while and when our breathing evened out, we sat up. I realized that I hadn’t heard his radio making any noise since…. since before before the frisking began. I asked him about it. “Yeah, I gotta go get that, come on.” He went down the metallic sounding ladder first, I heard his boots hit the ground. I stayed at the top rung and stuck my ass out. Some of his cum dripped out in a long string. He couldn’t help but watch. “Hey,” I said. “I have to pee.” After a moment it started streaming out through my cut and torn panties, down my legs and raining down to the rocky soil. He watched the entire thing. I climbed the rungs back down to earth and stumbled. He grabbed me. I was absolutely weak in the knees from the sex, shaky and unable to walk without great difficulty. He picked me up and carried me back to the entrance where he took up his belt. He turned on the radio and said something with a lot of numbers. Afterward he picked me up and carried me all the way back to his cop car. The lights were still flashing. The purple looked good in his shiny hair. Gosh, he was handsome!He drove me home and we didn’t say much. Outside my house I opened the door and remembered, “Can I have my knife back?” He handed it back and smiled. In swift three cuts, my panties were in scraps. “Here. For you.” I said as I handed him a fist full of my cum and piss-soaked panties. I shut the door and walked into the night.
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