For the Last time, no one can see through the windows. Now focus on me (Patreon)

I was messing around with some ideas and I sent some rough versions of this to ZeonmanX  and this kind of happened. If you have time check out his Hentaifoundary   stories, they are fun. 

So here's what influenced me.  Reading imminent.

Morgan shifted his weight as he worried his lip. Outside the window of the car, two houswives were having a cheerful discussion while pointing at the car he currently occupied. Normally that wouldn't concern him. Being seen in a car this powerful would actually appeal to him, if he was in the driver's seat; rather than the driver's lap. A strong hand with driving gloves pulled tight over dark mocha skin grabbed him by the scruff of his sheer undershirt and pulled him close. 

"For the Last time, no one can see through the windows. Now focus on me." A voice that carried the ease of command bid him and he nodded, looking into Sergeant Holly Braidwood's eyes. Her sheer bra was like a second skin as his hands sunk into her tits, and he squeezed hard. He felt her cock throb in his ass, and the smile spread from her lips into the eyes behind her 'BAMF' shades.

"That's a good rookie." She praised him, and some of the tension in his shoulders, and his ass, relaxed. Guided by her other strong hand, he slid down the safety inches until his heavy balls rested on her shaved mons. His toes curled in the black stockings that made up his uniform, the only part he was currently wearing. The shorts spats he normally wore under his pants were hanging from his ankle, but other than that. Morgan was bare against Holly's powerful, commanding, body. 

Just how Morgan liked it.

"How is it whenever we're making good time," He managed as he ground his hips against her cock, and felt it press against the deepest parts of him. Damn it all, she fit so good. "We make these little-" He let out a gasp as she jerked her hips up, "-not-so-little-" he gasped out, "-pit stops?" 

"Cause you're too fucking nervous." She brought her hips up again and he felt her heavy balls slap against his ass cheeks. He hiccuped as he fell against her breasts, the hand on his ass moving to his back and the one holding his shirt cradled his head to bring him into a kiss.

Wordlessly they exchanged lust, spit, and seed as she came into him. Rather, the condom she wore. "No cream pies in MY car" Was a steadfast rule.

Both their uniforms were hanging, pristine, in the back of the car, as they cleaned each other off with wet napkins from sealed packets. Soon they were fresh as could be expected from a long drive.

"Still, I should be the nervous one." Holly sighed as she worked the cool fabric over Morgan's cock. She'd already licked him clean, twice.  "She's your mom."

"Right, and you've got a badge, which is more protection than I have." Morgan sighed as he pulled his spats up before he let himself get hard again. He reached in the back to get the uniforms as Holly took her panties from where they hung on the dashboard. "Besides, it's one thing to preform anonymously." He smirked as he thought of his night in the glory booth. "I know these people." he pointed at the two women who were now standing in front of the car, and if Morgan knew them like he did, arguing about the merits of turbo charging vs raw, unadulterated, engine power. "Hell I've even flirted with some of their kids."

"Excuse me?" Holly cocked and eyebrow as she took her uniform from Morgan.

"The ones older than me, duh." Morgan sighed as he slipped on his pants and then the rest of his uniform, looking like an actually junior officer rather than the trap image he normally presented.  He was however wearing a more feminine cut of the uniform and there was some modest 'padding' in the chest area. Old habits after all.

"Ready?" Morgan asked as the women finally moved off to have their discussion away from the vehicle. He felt one of those strong hands on his shoulder, and he turned to see Holly smile, her shades in her other hand as she leaned in close for another kiss.