14 comments/ 52195 views/ 7 favorites Speeding Ticket By: sophia jane It is 9 o'clock on Friday night, and all I can think is how screwed up my life is. I've been looking forward to my date all week: I spent an hour getting reading, transforming from my conservative librarian style to my weekend slut look. My dress shows enough to be interesting. Not interesting enough, though, since my date tonight was really a break-up dinner. Now I'm driving home at about 80 mph, brimming with frustration. I need a good fuck, and I'm afraid my vibrator isn't going to be good enough tonight. I'm getting an early start on a masturbatory fantasy- maybe the deliveryman tonight- when I see the lights behind me. Great, a cop. I finally realize how fast I'm going. Shit, this is a problem I really don't want to deal with. I pull the car off the road, roll the window down, and start looking for my insurance card. "Good evening, ma'am," comes a deep voice, "you have an emergency?" "No, sir," I say. "Just a bad date." He asks for my paperwork and takes it to his car. I've never been pulled over before, and I'm pretty nervous. "I'm going to have to ask you to step out of your car, ma'am," comes the voice again. I open the door and climb out, my dress inching up to show the top of my stockings and the beginning of my garter belt. "Have you been drinking?" he asks. I finally look at him now and see he is an incredible piece of man- all muscle. I can barely breathe looking at him. "No, sir." "I'm going to have to ask you to prove that. We're checking all our speeders tonight." He tells me to walk a straight line, which is a challenge in my stiletto heels. As I walk, I realize he is staring at my ass. It's all I can do not to add a little wiggle to my step. "Now I need you to bend over and touch your toes," he says. I have never heard of this particular test, but I know I have to obey him. Even if he weren't a cop, I think I would probably do whatever he says. He's still behind me. When I lean over my skirt raises to my ass. The beams of the headlights are on me enough that he can see that I am wearing a garter belt but no panties. I hear him suck in his breath, and I can't help it, but I do add a wiggle now. "Well, I don't think you've been drinking, but I'm going to have to ask you to go over to your car and put your hands on the roof, so I can frisk you. We've had some problems with drugs tonight." Normally I would be offended by this invasion of my privacy, but the thought of this gorgeous man touching me makes me wet. I follow his instructions and stand by the car with my hands on the roof, legs spread wide. He walks up behind me and puts his hands on my shoulders. Slowly he strokes his hands over my shoulders and down my back. My nipples harden in anticipation. His hands move to my stomach and pause. I can feel his solid body behind me, not quite touching me. He slides his hands up and molds my breasts. I know he can feel the hard peaks of my nipples. "Just procedure, ma'am." He sounds hoarse, and I wonder if he is as affected as I am. His hands roam my breasts and then they are gone, gliding down my hips and my legs. My legs are covered in sheer stockings, with no hiding place. He strokes down them anyway- first down the outside, then up the inside of my calves to my thighs. He pauses again at my garter belt. I know he can smell my arousal, as his hands move up to mold my ass. "You don't seem to be hiding anything," the cop says. It strikes me that he is about to be done touching me and I do not want him to stop. "What about a cavity search?" I ask. I can't believe I said that! He hesitates, and then I can tell he is smiling. "That's an excellent idea." He leads me to the trunk of my car and has me lean forward, my breasts pushing into the metal. I feel him start to slide his hands up my legs again and slowly his fingers reach my wet pussy. He slides one finger in, then two. I am moaning in rhythm with his fingers. He puts a third finger in, and I feel myself stretching. I gasp out loud. "Nothing hiding, but maybe I need to look," he whispers. He bends down, and I can feel his face near my ass, can feel him watch his fingers fucking my snatch. His fingers pull out, and I moan a protest at the emptiness. I feel him licking at my wetness just before his tongue enters my pussy. I am almost screaming out when his finger slowly enters my anus. I have never been touched there. With this dual assault I come, finally screaming, my whole body shivering in desire. "You seem alright to me, " he says, " but we haven't checked your mouth yet." I stand up, turn toward him, and get on my knees before he even asks. I know exactly what he wants. He unzips his pants and pulls out the biggest dick I've ever seen. I know that even though I won't be able to take it all into my mouth, I am going to really enjoy sucking him. I start by licking the head, and I hear him groan softly. He puts his hands in my hair, holding my head close to him. I lick down his cock and up the other side, using my hand to grip his shaft. I start slowly, bringing him into my mouth until I can hardly breathe from being so full of him. Then I move back to the head so slowly that I can feel all his muscles tighten. He grips my hair harder, and I begin to move faster, using my hands on his balls and his shaft. He cries out as he comes in my mouth in a big burst. I stand up, suddenly realizing the vulnerability of my situation. I've been giving a blowjob on the side of the road, but at least I know I won't be arrested. We arrange our clothing, and I can tell he's feeling awkward. "Am I free to go now, officer?" "Well, I guess I can let you off with a warning this time." He grins wickedly at me. "How about a police escort home?" I consider, and knowing what I want to do with this gorgeous man and his beautiful cock, I say, "Yes, Please." Speeding Ticket A flash of blue and red showed in the rear view mirror. "Shit!" Joe thought as he looked down. His speedometer showed 90 and he knew he was screwed. Joe pulled his car over to the side of the road and waited while the police car pulled in behind him with the red and blue lights still flashing. The spotlight turned on and blinded Joe for a moment, as the state trooper walked up to stand beside his door. "License and registration, please." He handed the requested items to the officer to hear the familiar question, "Do you know why I stopped you?" "I was speeding," Joe said, and he really looked at the officer now, squinting in the bright spotlight. She had long dark hair and an athletic build. Joe felt his eyes drift to her breasts. Had to be at least a double D from the way the buttons on her uniform were straining like it was a size to small. The officer looked at the driver's license, then back at Joe. "Speeding? Yes, you were. My radar says 92 in a 60 zone. That's reckless driving, Mr. Taylor. I can take your license right now for that." Joe sat there trying hard not to stare at her breasts. Just thinking "I am in enough trouble without her getting offended." The officer walked back to the cruiser while Joe waited. His mind wandering off to imagine what she would look like without that uniform on ... "Mr. Taylor, I need you to step out of the vehicle." Joe was so busy daydreaming that he hadn't noticed her walking back to his car. He pulled the door handle and opened the door slowly, then climbed out of the car. "Now turn around and place your hands on the roof." He turned and put his hands on the roof only to feel her take his right hand and bring it down behind his back, then feel the cold of the handcuffs on his wrist. She quickly pulled his left hand down and that wrist to his right. He nearly fell as the officer pulled him roughly away from the side of his car and turns him towards her cruiser. "Walk," she said, so he started walking. She took him to the back of the cruiser, and turned him to face away the trunk of the car. "Stay here," she said as she walked up to the driver's door and the car, leaned in and turned off the lights, plunging this stretch of road into darkness. She walked back to the rear of the car and stopped standing next to Joe. She held her face close to his ear and whispered, "I pulled up your record, Mr. Taylor. You've been a naughty boy, haven't you? Four speeding tickets in the last two years? You really don't want this to go on your record, do you? You will lose your license for sure." Nodding sheepishly, Joe started to turn his head, but she told him to keep looking at the car. She moved closer to his ear and whispered, "There might be a way to keep this from appearing on your record, Mr. Taylor. What do you say?" "I would like very much to keep this from appearing on my record, officer," Joe said quietly, wondering just what she had in mind. The officer nodded, "Good. I will keep this from showing up on your record, but you still need to be punished for it." She put her hand on his shoulder and pushed, bending him over the trunk. "Now, hold still," and with that, she pulled her hand back and swung it hard, landing it across Joe's backside with a fairly loud smack. Joe jumped as her hand connected, turning his head to look at the officer, but she grabbed his hair with her other hand and turned his head back till he was facing forward again. "I said, to hold still," and she lifted her hand and spanked him again, another loud smack marking the second swat. Joe jumped again as her hand landed on his ass. He shifted under her hands but she held him down against the car. "I saw you staring at my tits, too. Perhaps the punishment should be a little more severe?" She said, and pulled Joe back up to a standing position, and reached around him to unfasten his belt and open his jeans. Then she yanked his jeans and shorts down past his knees and pushed him down over the trunk again. Joe was terrified now. What if someone came driving down the road? What if someone saw them? He jumped as the officer spanked his bare ass. "Oh my god! I can't believe this is happening," he thought as her hand landed on his rear a few more times, the skin warming where her hand fell as she spanked him. He began to feel a tingling sensation from the spankings, and it slowly spread until he noticed that he was getting aroused. Apparently, the officer noticed it too and she stopped spanking him and stood him up again. "Enjoying this, Mr. Taylor?" she asked. "Um ... yes? No!" Joe stammered, standing there as she looked him over from head to toe. "I think you are," she said with a grin, "I think maybe I should enjoy it a little, also." She dropped to her knees, now eye level with Joe's dick, hard as a rock and throbbing, and took it in her hand and slowly started to stroke it. "Now, hold still, and not a sound out of you, Mr. Taylor," she said as her hand moved up and down his shaft, her thumb flicking over the head as her hand came up, then encircling him as it went back down. She repeated this a few times, then leaned in close and flicked her tongue over the head of his cock. She touched her lips to the tip in a kiss, then slowly opened her lips and took his cock head into her mouth. She worked her hand up and down his shaft and sucked on the head. Joe shuddered and a small moan escaped his mouth. The officer stopped and looked up at him. "I said not a sound, or I will stop and call this in." Joe nodded silently, wondering how this was punishment as she took his cock in her mouth again. She began bobbing her head up and down, working nearly the entire length with her lips and tongue. After a few moments, she pushed her head down hard, deep throating him. She twisted her head, and went back to bobbing on his shaft. Joe felt his muscles start to tense and knew that it wouldn't be long until he orgasmed. She must have felt it also, because she stopped. Just, stopped. She leaned back and stopped touching him at all. "I'm sure you were wondering how this was a punishment," she said, "well, this is how. I am gonna use you to get off, but I am not gonna let you cum." She stood up and looked at Joe with a grin and unbuttoned her shirt, pulling it open to show her large breasts constrained in a lacy demi bra. She rubbed her breasts, moving slowly in front of Joe, watching him as she did. After a few minutes, she slowly dropped to her knees and began to suck on Joe's cock again. He was still rock hard from watching her, but had calmed down enough that she could suck him again without pushing him over the edge. She slurped and sucked, bobbing her head up and down, waiting for him to shudder again, then stopping. She stood up again, staring at Joe's cock as it twitched in the night air. She slowly pulled her skirt up to her waist, showing a lace thing that matched her bra. She turned away from Joe and bent over, her tight ass showing as she slid the thong down her legs slowly and stepped out of it. She stepped back a little, putting her ass right against Joe, and began to move, rubbing against him. She turned her head to look at Joe over her shoulder and said, "Remember, not a sound, and don't cum, or I will report this." She leaned forward and reached between her legs, grabbing Joe's cock and guiding it to her pussy. She positioned it at her entrance then pushed back, impaling herself on his thick cock. "Mmmm ... yesss," she moaned as she took all of him inside her. She began to rock her hips slowly, working herself up and down on his shaft, her hand still between her legs, fingers rubbing her clit. She rocked faster now, slamming her pussy down onto his cock over and over, rubbing her clit with one hand while she pinched and pulled at her nipples with her other hand. She threw her head back and moaned loudly, pushing her cunt down onto his cock and grinding as she came hard, her body spasming around Joe's cock. She stayed there for a few moments, and then lifted herself off of his dick. She turned and looked at Joe grinned and said, "Well, Mr Taylor, I think we can forget about this little speeding incident. What do you think?" Joe nodded slowly, afraid to say anything. He stood there leaning against the trunk of the cruiser as she stepped into her thong and pulled it up and pulled her uniform skirt back down. Then suddenly, she dropped to her knees and took his cock in her mouth again. She worked her head up and down rapidly, sucking and slurping on his shaft. Joe watched as she bobbed her head up and down rapidly, feeling his muscles start to tense again. She stopped and looked up at Joe with a grin. "You have been a good boy, Mr. Taylor. You have done what I asked. Now, I need one more thing to be satisfied. I need your cum, Mr. Taylor. Then, I will let you go." She wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and started sucking again. She slowly took all of his shaft into her mouth, the head going to the back of her throat, sucking and moaning. "Oh Fuck!" Joe yelled as he came, shooting cum down her throat with a shudder, his eyes closed as he rode out the climax. Joe opened his eyes to find himself sitting in the driver seat of his car parked on the side of the road. There was no police car, in fact nothing but a memory and a slight tingle from what was starting to seem like a dream. He looked around again, and saw in the passenger seat, a uniform summons partially written out for reckless driving. Across the bottom of the ticket was the note, "I patrol this stretch of highway every Friday night. If I catch you speeding here again, I will have to punish you again." Speeding Ticket **My first story, I hope you enjoy** Judy was driving and chatting on her blue tooth. She was not really paying attention to the speed limit, just focused on getting home. She was driving in an somewhat rural area, a windy road that was surrounded by the forest. Not much traffic at this time of night. In fact, she hadn't seen a car in the last 1/2 hour. Judy just finished her phone call when she heard sirens and saw red and blue lights flashing in her rearview mirror. Ah crap, Judy thought. She pulled over on the side of the road and rolled down her window, waiting for the cop. "License and registration Ma'am." Judy got the stuff and handed it. Hmmm Officer Kelly was quite handsome, even in a bad situation she was thinking about looks. "Ma'am, you realize you were speeding?" "Sorry Officer. Yeah I'm sure I was." "You were going too fast for me to give you a warning. I'll have to give you a ticket. Unless..." "Unless what Officer?" she asked innocently but she had a sneaking suspicion she knew what was coming. And hopefully it would be her cumming. She giggled in her mind at her little pun. "Well I am always a fair man. We could work out an arrangment so that you don't get a ticket and won't be on your record." "Sure Officer. Sounds great. Just let me know what you want me to do." "Well first you need to step out of the car and place your hands on the hood. I need to frisk you to make sure you have no weapons or anything." Judy stepped out of the car. She made sure Officer Kelly got an eyeful up her skirt before she stood up. Closing the door, she walked up to the hood and placed her hands on top. She spread her legs in a stance. Officer Kelly patted her shoulders. Then he brought his hands around front and grabbed and groped her breasts. He got close, pressing against her ass and she felt his erection press against her back. His hands slid down and went under her skirt. He slid a finger, then two, up her pussy and probed around. Judy moaned and then whispered, "So, any dangerous weapons found Officer?" "Two dangerous round weapons up front. And a very wet weapon down below. I think they need to be inspected more." Judy stripped nude and placed her hands back on the hood. Officer Kelly resumed his search, fondling her breasts and squeezing her nipples. Judy leaned back and rubbed her ass against his erection. He squeezed her ass and she heard him unbuckle his duty belt. He took his handcuffs and put them on her, her hands in front. Officer Kelly pushed her against the hood and starting fucking her pussy. Judy moaned and let out a little whimper as he pounded her pussy. "That's a good girl, " he said as he fucked her good. He reached around and rubbed her nipples and then slipped a finger to her clit as he continued pumping. He came in her pussy and she felt herself have an orgasm. Thinking they were finished she turned around. "Not done yet. You had an expensive ticket. Your maybe 1/2 way paid now. On your knees." Judy knelt on the dirt and grass, wincing when she knelt on a rock. Her hands locked still with the handcuffs, she brought them up and started giving him a handjob and then used her mouth. Officer Kelly grunted in pleasure as her tongue flicked the tip of his cock, tasting his cum and her juices. She sucked hard and deep, his cock filling her mouth. He grabbed her head and pushed it down, her nose touching his pubes. He began thrusting his hips hard and fucked her mouth. Soon she was swallowing his cum as it jetted in her mouth, going down her throat. Officer Kelly pulled out and smacked her face a few times with his cock before putting it back in his pants. "There, I think your ticket has been paid for now." He ripped up the ticket he had written and put on his duty belt. "Thanks Officer." "Remember now, no speeding. You might not be as lucky next time." He took off the handcuffs and put them back on his belt. With that, he got in his car and left. Judy got dressed and got back in her car. Looking at her face in the review mirror, she smiled. She always was a sucker for a man in uniform. Speeding Ticket Irene was driving to Ashland, Kentucky. She could not get past her desire to get to the mall before the end of the blue light special. Even to the point of going past the boundaries we agreed upon. She had wished assistance in living within the rules boundaries my G-d, the laws of man, and her true desire, lust, lust, yearn and longing to submit to her Master. Flying down 52 East at 87 MPH in a 55 MPH, she was ticked right at the Ashland Bridge by the State Highway Patrol. Did she return immediately, admit it, and seek for forgiveness? No she continued and found there was nothing there on sale that interested her. She got home discussed and tossed purse. It bounced on the back of the sofa and dropped the contents in the sofa seat. Does she walk over and pick up the contents and put it in her purse? No, she headed to the shower. I saw the ticket, which if she had just put it in her purse and took care of it, I would never have known. I picked it up the ticket, 87 MPH in a 55 MPH, that starts at $55 + $2 for every mile over=$119 + $80=$198 Total. I walked to the bathroom door gently and pinned it to the inside of the door. And I sat back down in the living room. She came back from her shower wearing white cotton panties, bra, garter belt, hose, a nice white blouse, black skirt, and black dress flats, holding the ticket. "Dad, there are just some things you can't control," she looked at her shoes, examining her feet as though we were the most interesting thing in the world. "You can control your driving, girl," I shook my head, "that's not an excuse." Irene didn't have an excuse, all she had was the truth and that was not something I wanted to know about. I wouldn't be too happy to hear that she had gotten a speeding ticket because she was trying to make it to the mall before the sale closed. There was a hot sale that she had to make! But did I want to know that? No, all I understood was that I was forking out money for a speeding ticket. "I just want you to be safe, Irene," I sighed, "I don't know what I'd do without you." Irene smiled, walking over to me. "Don't worry," she smiled kneeling at my feet, "I promise, I'll be good, I won't speed anymore." I loved her; I really did, but sometimes loves wasn't enough. "Irene," I said wearily, "I can't just let this go." She frowned, opening her mouth to say something but finding that she knew better than to do so at a crucial moment such as this. "Irene, something has to be done." That was not a something she wanted to think about any time soon. I kissed her hard on the mouth, "Go to the bedroom and wait for me." Suddenly there was a knot in Irene's stomach; she knew what those words meant. They were the words that caused her to squirm. They were the words that made her stomach jolt with fear and excitement, anger and acknowledgment. The worst part of it all knew that she deserved what was coming. "Yes, sir," she replied softly, pulling herself off the floor and gracefully making her way to the bedroom. Before she disappeared from sight she looked back, only to find that I wasn't there anymore. "Damn," she swore, knowing that meant I was serious about all of this. Irene sat on the edge of the bed, her heart pounding a mile a minute. This was the part that she hated the most, the anticipation. There were times when I would leave her in there for up to an hour at a time, letting her try and peg when I'd come and deliver her punishment for whatever wrongdoing she'd committed. Those were the times when she swore she hated me, even though we'd been together for 7 years. Irene was only left to think about what she'd done for ten minutes and thirty eight seconds. Irene had never figured out why she was supposed to sit and think. She always counted time instead, trying to come up with some prepared speech that would make me forget what she'd done. "Girl, you look at ease," I gave her a half smile, thinking to myself, not for long. Though this was a chastisement spanking, I loved seeing her face flare red with embarrassment. There is nothing sexier than a woman with a smile, red cheeks from blushing or brushing, chuckles. I never knew what she did up here in the time I left her; I thought it was fair to give her time to digest what she was going to receive because of something childish she'd done. The truth was, when I found out she got another speeding ticket, my heart nearly stopped. Irene was a dare devil, an adventurer, I was afraid that one day I might lose her. Just thinking about her pushing near ninety down the highway to get wherever she was going made my blood boil. She would be the death of me. "Come here," I demanded, standing a good ten feet away. Irene got up and crossed the room in her typical graceful fashion, with her braided pony-tail bouncing on her back. "Girl, do you have any idea at all on how worried you continuously make me?" She had the good sense to look down. "Girl, you're going to get yourself killed." Maybe I was being a little over the top, but I loved her, that was why I'd married her. "I'm going to go into that bathroom and get your hairbrush, when I get back I want you lying face down on that bed with a pillow under your abdomen. Am I making myself clear?" She understood, even though she said nothing. I strode away and she raced towards the bed, not wanting me to come out to see her still waiting around. The first time she'd ever not done what I told her to, I didn't let up spanking her for what seemed like forever - and that was with my ruler and then the cane, something she wasn't quite fond of feeling again. So when I emerged from the bathroom, weighing her hairbrush in my hand and slapping it lightly against my palm, she was glad her face was buried in the blanket, her bottom was up as high as she could get it, and she'd taken off her skirt and panties already. "How many, sir?" Irene asked meekly, wanting to wrap her head around how long she'd have to lie in this position while I painted her plump backside a lovely shade of red. "I honestly don't know, Irene," I rubbed my hand over her voluptuous bottom, feeling body warmth already beneath my fingers, "how many do you think is worth scaring your husband to death?" That was a rhetorical question; I didn't expect her to answer. "I think I'm going to keep on spanking you until I'm satisfied that you've learned your lesson." That didn't bode well with Irene's bottom, as it immediately puckered at the thought. Suddenly she heard the crack of the hairbrush and felt the sting immediately, Irene didn't cry out. I often lectured as I spanked her, telling her what she should have done instead of what she did, but this time I didn't talk. There was righteous anger behind every swat I placed, and I placed them good. About ten swats later her bottom was a glowing pink and her thighs were tinting as she bit the blanket in frustration. It wasn't until somewhere around sixteen or so, when I placed a rogue swat in the crease of her buttocks and legs did her actually cry out. "And the ice queen thaws," I mumbled, an inside joke we shared when I playfully spanked her for non-serious reasons. That caused Irene to bite harder, close her eyes and feel tears well up. I was well past twenty five when she gave another cry, this time moving her hand to shield her burning backside. "Oh no you don't", I grunted as I grabbed her arm and pushed it up onto her back, holding it in place and I let five swats come down in quick, painful succession. "Brat, you know Dad doesn't tolerate you trying to block swat." Irene was lost, she had no idea how many swats had been delivered, she was silently crying into the blanket and trying not to give me the benefit of hearing her scream out loud. I took that as a sign as I wasn't spanking that precious bottom of hers hard enough or maybe her pain tolerance had increased. Either way I knew I had to do something else. For a moment Irene felt nothing, that was the worst sound in the world. What followed the silence made her want to cry harder: the sound of my belt flying through belt loops? "Since you're being so stubborn, Irene, I guess we'll just have to change up the method of how we do this." I released her hand and watched her pull it under her body, probably to protect it from flying out to save herself. The first time my belt bumped against her already red flesh, Irene let out a scream. "There we go," I growled, bringing the belt down again and again. Irene's cries grew louder, she desperately wanted me to be done and leave her, but I kept on going, hitting and hitting, swat after swat. She could hear me making approving sounds to myself, my anger was fading, and at least that's what she hoped. When I set the belt down on the end of the bed, Irene was crying into the blankets and made no movement to hide it. I led her up by the waist, and gently across my lap with her bottom staring up at me, a beautiful shade of reddish purple. I smiled to myself, feeling the fruits of my labor when I ran my hand over the scorching flesh. More often than not, I warmed her up with a hand spanking, but today had been different. Anger had caused me to do something vile, but something I knew that Irene needed - I spanked because I wanted her to hurt, the same way I did. I lifted my hand and let it come down, slap after slap her cries got a little louder, then started to fade. I sighed deeply, knowing that my job was done; Irene had given up complete control and had surrendered. "I love you, Irene," I continued to spank her at a dull, idle pace, "that is why I spank you. As your Daddy Dom, I agreed to help you with things you knew you had problems with and I care about you and I want you to be safe," she was mumbling promises, the way she always did - she'd do it again, but she'd be careful about getting caught. Again I led her, placing her on the bed and kissing her gently on the forehead. "I'm going to go make dinner, be down in an half an hour." I turned away from her, smiling as I exited the room. Irene lay on her stomach, letting her bottom get some needed cool air. She'd learned from previous spankings that the more she touched her butt, the more it hurt. Irene closed her eyes, a watery smile on her face and said, "Daddy, you girl loves you." The End Speeding Ticket She fumbled in the glove compartment for her license and registration as the officer strode through the dark behind her toward her car. She could not believe it - this made twice in two weeks that she had been pulled over. Twice! Just like last time, she knew her mind had drifted from the road, and in that few moments, her speed had drifted precariously upward. Maybe this cop wouldn't give her a ticket either, she thought hopefully. Thank god the first guy had let her off with a warning. A warning, and the memory of those shining eyes, which had gazed down at her with something like amusement. She couldn't get those eyes out of her mind. Having found her documentation, she lowered her window and reached out to hand them to the officer. Eyes lowered, she saw him lean down, resting his forearm on door. Instinctively, she took a breath and drew back slightly. Her heart skipped a beat as she met his eyes. It was the same cop - the one who had pulled her over not two weeks ago. She felt her face grow warm, flushing in embarrassment. "Well, Miss," he said, those dark eyes twinkling in amusement, a smile just beginning to spread across his roguish face, "it seems that my last warning wasn't enough to keep you out of trouble." "I - sir, I am so sorry," she stammered, lost in his eyes and his mahogany voice, "I just -" "I don't want to hear any more excuses, Miss," he said firmly, eyes still teasing, "I'm going to have to ask you to step out of the car." She opened the door, bewildered, and stepped onto the pavement. There were no streetlights on this country road, but she could see the officer's strong frame coolly illuminated by the full moon above them. He casually tossed her license and registration through her open window where they landed on the driver's seat. She watched them fall, then turned back to the enchanting man in front of her. "So ... what's the charge, officer?" she asked hesitantly after a moment of intense silence. His hand went to his hip, lightly brushing the handcuffs that hung there. She felt a shiver, and the corner of his mouth raised in a playful smile. He took a small step toward her. "I have reasonable suspicion that there is contraband on your person." Now they were no more than two feet from each other. She could feel the heat emanating off of him, cold as it was in the night air. He looked down at her, eyebrows raised expectantly. "Please turn around and place your hands on the vehicle." She did as he asked. She felt him step closer to her, his legs braced just outside of hers, his breath on her neck and shoulder. She could smell his musky, natural scent - fresh-cut grass, and leather, and rain. Her heart began to beat faster as she felt his strong hands begin to gently explore her body, starting at her shoulders, moving slowly downward, savoring the curves of her figure, caressing her waist, her hips - as his hands ran over her skirt she felt him grip a little tighter, tugging the fabric slightly as he continued down to her exposed thighs. Instinctively she bit her lip and felt her back arch at his touch. She knew he could see clearly that her bare, milky-white legs were hiding no contraband, but he took his time inspecting them just the same. He stood back up, uniform rustling slightly, and in a soft, low voice, said "All right, now. Please turn around, miss." She did, and found herself pressed up against her car, the officer balancing his weight with one hand on the roof, legs spread and a hand on his hip. He was so close to her she thought she could hear his heart beating - or was that just hers, pounding in her ears as her body tingled with anticipation and excitement? "Thank you," he whispered in her ear, "for your cooperation." Slowly, gently, he reached out to her face, his hand caressing the line of her neck, her collarbone, and to the roundness of her breast, where his touch lingered for a moment. She felt her nipples harden, begging to be toyed with, but he continued downward, caressing with both hands now. At the curve of her waist, she heard his sharp intake of breath as his hands gripped tightly and he pressed his hard body against hers, his mouth hovering just centimeters from her own. She closed her eyes, begging him with her body to take her. Without warning, he dropped to his knees. A cool breeze flew up her skirt and she shivered, realizing belatedly that the officer's face had disappeared beneath the short piece of fabric. Her eyes widened and she gasped as she felt his tongue against her clit and then inside of her, his hands gripping her hips and urging her toward his mouth. She felt her body eagerly respond, pressing in rhythm toward him. After a moment, a pulse of intense pleasure exploded inside of her, coursed through her veins, and she heard herself moan in ecstasy. He slowed for a moment, and she dizzily began to recover her senses. But he rallied his agile tongue, flicking it slowly, and then faster and faster across her throbbing clitoris, altering rhythm every so often. After the second wave of bliss had crashed through her, she fell against the car, her legs shaking furiously. He stood quickly and caught her as she began to slide toward the ground. In his strong embrace, pressed up against his solid, muscular body, she felt the hardness of his manhood against her, and a sudden energy strengthen her limbs. "Well," he said, breathing heavily, "no contraband so far. But," he glanced down, then back at her, "I do have a suspicious package here that you seem to be responsible for." She let out a surprised giggle as he gazed at her, smiling - eyes no longer twinkling but flaming with desire. "Looks like I'm going to have to take you in for some questioning." Speeding Ticket Ch. 02 'Am I crazy,' I wonder, as I drive home. I've always been impulsive, but I've never done anything insane like give a blowjob on the side of the road. Okay, if I'm going to be honest, I've never done anything sexual outside of a house. I missed out on fooling around in a car like the other teenagers. I have perverted fantasies, but my reality has been fairly tame. And yet, I just gave head to a stranger. I asked him to touch me. And I liked it. What has happened to me? At least I know his name now; Ryan introduced himself as he helped me into my car. Now as he escorts me home, I can't decide if I should follow through with this or not. My body says yes, but my mind... well, my mind is still questioning my sanity. I pull into my driveway, and Ryan drives up and parks behind me. I open my door and climb out. Turning, I watch him step out of the car. The light in his car is bright enough that I can see something I never expected: there's another man in the car, a shorter, blonder cop. I stare, dumbfounded, uncertain what to even think. The other cop steps out of the car and walks over to Ryan. He's staring at me intently; I glance at Ryan and see him smile. "I'd like to introduce you to my partner, Quinn." I continue to stare at them. Neither of them looks remotely embarrassed about the situation. I'm probably embarrassed enough for all of us. Quinn looks me up and down saying, "Nice to meet you." I finally pull myself together enough to ask, "Ryan, why didn't you mention you had a partner in your car?" He looks vaguely guilty. "I didn't think much about it. I was a bit preoccupied." He smiles slowly, and I blush knowing exactly what he's thinking. I turn toward my house and walk to the door. They follow me. Obviously, I will have to be more direct with my rejection. I unlock my door and tell them, "Thanks for seeing me home. I'll be fine now, so you can get back to work." They exchange glances and Ryan replies, "We're off duty. We thought you might want us to come in." "I don't think so. I know what you must think of me after what happened earlier, but I'm not really like that." They exchange glances again, and this time Quinn speaks. "What I think is that you are one of the sexiest women I have ever seen. I have had a hard-on since you got out of your car back there. I want to see you on your knees sucking my dick like you did Ryan's. And then I want to fuck you until you beg me to stop." I stare at him, and then my gaze lowers- he does have an erection. Despite my embarrassment, I am aroused knowing that I turned him on; hearing what he wants to do to me shocks me, yet it is also excites me. I have never been with two men before, but I have spent many lonely nights fantasizing about it. Now I have my chance. "You can come in," I tell them, and they smile. I walk into my house, wondering where I should take them. I know what they're here for, but it seems awkward to go straight into my bedroom. I pause in the living room and ask, "Do you want something to drink?" Watching me carefully, they both shake their heads. Quinn walks toward me and takes my hand. He raises it to his lips to kiss my palm. I feel the stubble of his chin against my skin, and I shiver. "If you want us to leave, we will," Quinn tells me. I consider it again. I know this is my last chance to change my mind. I have never done anything like this, but I desperately want to. I want to have them both. Knowing that Quinn is giving me another opportunity to say no, I feeler safer saying yes. "No, I don't want you to go." I sense Ryan behind me; I am completely between them, two strong male bodies covering me. I can feel their breath, and the heat from their skin shoots desire through me. Quinn places my hand on his chest and his hands on my waist. He lowers his mouth to mine to kiss me; he is gentle, barely touching my lips. When I wrap my arms around his neck, he opens his mouth on mine, biting and sucking my lips. His kisses become more demanding, and I forget everything but the way his mouth feels. Ryan's hands on my back startle me. He begins to massage the tension out of my muscles. Still kissing Quinn, I relax into Ryan until I am leaning into him. I feel his mouth against my hair and neck, kissing and nibbling down to my shoulder. I moan softly against Quinn's mouth. He kisses down my throat to the top of my dress. Working together, Ryan and Quinn lift my dress and pull it over my head. I am naked except for my bra, garter belt and stockings. I can feel both men staring at me. "God, you're sexy," Ryan tells me. "You're both overdressed," I say. I don't know where my boldness comes from. I am not nervous anymore, but anxious. I know that being with these two men will be better than my fantasies. I watch Quinn as he unbuttons his shirt, his hands moving down his chest, slowly revealing his muscular chest. Behind me, Ryan takes off his clothes more quickly. While Quinn removes his shirt and begins to pull off his pants, Ryan tugs my body against his. I feel his erection in the small of my back. I remember what he tasted like, how large his cock was in my mouth. Quinn strips off his underwear and stands naked in front of me. His dick isn't as long as Ryan's but it is thicker; already I am anticipating him inside me, stretching me wide. I touch Quinn's chest, sliding my hands down his body. I lean toward him to flick his nipple with my tongue. He sucks in his breath, so I nip him with my teeth. Ryan's hands caress my back as he unfastens my bra and slips it off of me. Quinn pulls my head up to kiss me again, barely touching his mouth to mine. He kisses my chin, my throat, and down to my breasts. His tongue lightly licks my nipple; he looks up at me, testing my reaction. Eyes locked on mine, he gently bites down on the hard point. Ryan's hands slide down my ass to my thighs, and I recall his earlier frisking. The moisture of my pussy trickles onto my thighs. He unhooks my stockings from the garter belt, slowly sliding the nylon down my legs while his mouth trails behind. Quinn sucks my nipple into his mouth, and I groan, grabbing his head. Ryan finishes removing my stockings and sees Quinn at my breast. I am completely absorbed in the feel of his mouth on my skin. Ryan rises and stands next to Quinn, taking my other breast in his mouth. I have never known such exquisite pleasure than having these two men suckling my breasts. I moan and hold their heads against me, locking them into position. My knees are weak, and the pleasure is so intense that I cry out, my whole body shuddering in climax. When they pull away from me, I feel lost with no one touching me. Quinn looks at Ryan, "I think it's your turn to watch." Ryan looks reluctant to agree, but he nods his head. Quinn takes my hand and leads me to my bedroom. Ryan follows a few steps behind us. A king sized canopy bed almost entirely fills my room. Ryan sits down on my reading chair in the corner of my room. Quinn stops next to the bed, brushing soft, feather light kisses along my mouth and along my jaw. He seems in no hurry, despite the erection poking against my abdomen. His control and patience heighten my sensitivity and arousal. I feel beautiful and desired as his mouth tickles down my neck and along my shoulders. "Quinn," I breathe his name, my skin alive with desire. He teases my breasts with those same kisses; he lifts me up and lays me on the bed. His eyes on me, Quinn's mouth continues down my ribs, along my stomach, until he reaches my thighs. He kisses the inside of one leg down to my knee and then switches to the other leg, reversing direction. He gently bites the inside of my thigh. I moan and wrap my hands in the sheets beneath me. His teasing is torture; I want his mouth on me. I want his tongue in me. "Quinn, please," I whisper. "Please, what?" He looks up at me, eyes full of mischief. "Don't you like me kissing you?" "Stop teasing me." Quinn turns to Ryan, "What do you think? Should I stop teasing her?" I feel instant guilt. I had forgotten about Ryan, so focused on Quinn's mouth. I turn my head and see that Ryan is watching us, his hand lazily stroking his erection, a slight smile on his face. "I think you should tease her until she begs." Quinn returns his attention to me. "My sentiments exactly." He bends back down to me, mouth now trailing down my calf, absently nipping me along the way. I feel tongue and teeth and hands everywhere- except where I want them. My body struggles for release. "Please, Quinn. I can't take it. Please." I know I should have more pride than to beg him, I know I shouldn't feel so desperate, but every part of me is screaming for Quinn. In answer, I feel his tongue touch my clitoris; he continues to tease me, licking and retreating with the faintest pressure. The torture is exquisite. My hands uncurl from the sheets and grab his hair. "Please," I beg. I know he can escape my grip, but he allows me to guide him. His mouth finally devotes itself entirely to my clit, as he sucks and nips at it. He slides a finger into me to locate my G-spot. My body writhes beneath him, the pleasure of his mouth and finger shocks me. My hands tangle more tightly in his hair and my legs tighten against his shoulders. But Quinn resists my urging; his mouth and fingers torment me in their assault. He draws my clit into his mouth, and his fingers increase their pressure. I struggle against him, nearly unable to bear the intensity. Each time I expect completion, he eases me away. Finally, wrapping my legs around his head, I force him to give me satisfaction. "Oh God, Quinn. Oh, Yes!" I cry out. This orgasm is like no other I've had. I had always thought that the G-spot was a myth, until now. My body continues to convulse beneath him; slowly, my muscles relax until I am spent and totally satisfied. Quinn laughs against me, kissing up my body until he reaches my breasts. My eyes closed, I feel his mouth begin a lazy exploration of my nipples. "Quinn," I whisper, "I can't handle anymore." "I think you can. You have to. Neither one of us is nearly done with you." My eyes shoot open when I remember Ryan again. Even as I wonder if I can possibly please them both, I am eager to try. I have already felt more pleasure tonight than I ever have; from the time Ryan pulled me over for speeding until now, I have been almost like a different person. I have become a person who acts out her fantasies instead of just imagining them. And in my fantasies, I can handle two men with ease. Quinn raises himself on his arms and kisses me. I can taste myself on his lips when he delves into my mouth. I open my legs to him, and I am so wet that he meets no resistance as he eases into me. He lifts my legs to his shoulders and begins a slow rhythm, sliding in and out of me, inch by inch. I tighten myself around him, and Quinn, encouraged, quickens his pace. He kisses and nibbles the inside of my knee as he moves faster now. I touch his chest, sliding my hands through the thin hair and lightly pinching his nipples. His body is perfect, all hard lines and muscle. Pulling one leg down from his shoulder, I reach around to grab his ass. I watch him, his face focused on maintaining control. I know that he has been aroused since he watched me on the side of the road with Ryan. I don't want him to hold back anymore; I dig my fingernails into his skin, pulling him further into me. With my other hand, I caress his cheek and mouth. His concentration breaks, and Quinn fucks me with abandon. His body tightly coiled, he drives into me, yelling as he comes. I continue to stroke his face, playing my fingers across the stubble of his chin. Looking disappointed, he collapses on top of me, apologizing. "That's okay. I have nothing to complain about." I have already had two orgasms, and I know I will have more. Turning my head, I see Ryan stroking his cock. I sense his need and growing frustration. Now that I have accepted how much I want this, I cannot stop myself. "Come lay down," I tell him. To Quinn, I say, "I think your partner's ready for his turn." Quinn rolls off of me to lie on the side of the bed. Ryan lies down on my other side, and my fingers itch to touch his cock. Remembering the weight of him in my mouth, I look forward to having him inside me again. I kiss his lips for the first time. Even though we have touched each other intimately, we have never kissed. The taste of his mouth and the feel of his lips is completely different that Quinn's. He kisses me with softly with affectation. He runs his fingers through my hair, making my scalp tingle in delight. He kisses along my jaw to my ear, where he nibbles along my earlobe. I sigh against him, tasting the skin of his neck and throat. His mouth returns to mine, and this time the kiss is deeper, more passionate. I cannot wait anymore. My body is so stirred up that I can't believe I have already had two orgasms. My mouth fused with his, I climb on top of him and fit myself around his dick. I slide down until he is fully inside me; he is so large that it is almost painful. Breaking the kiss, I place my hands on his chest for balance. I have always loved the feeling of power in riding a man, in controlling the pace and depth of lovemaking. I rock myself back and forth on him, enjoying the feel of him deep inside me. Ryan lifts his hands to my breasts, squeezing and pinching my nipples. I groan in pleasure. I wiggle against him, and he laughs. He slips his hands around to squeeze my ass, and the pressure inside me increases. I can feel my climax approaching; still riding his enormous cock, I angle myself so my clit rubs against him. Circling my hips around to increase the friction, I cry out when the pleasure becomes too much, and then I cry out again in relief when my body shatters. Knowing Ryan hasn't come yet, I continue to rock against him. Looking over, I see that Quinn is erect again, and I know immediately that I must have them both right now. I don't know where my boldness is coming from because I don't care anymore. I questioned my sanity for being with Ryan earlier, but now I know the only insanity would be not enjoying myself to the fullest by taking advantage of the two naked men in my bed. "Why don't we try something different?" I suggest. Rising off Ryan, I get on my hands and knees above Quinn. I lean down and lower my mouth onto his cock. Sucking him in, I wiggle my hips at Ryan. He gets my message and moves behind me. Ryan's hands grip my hips as he drives himself into me. I lick Quinn's slit, tasting our combined juices. I tease him as he teased me: licking, but not giving him satisfaction. Seeing my game, Ryan slows his pace to give me time to toy with Quinn. I lap at Quinn's cock, lightly nipping my teeth at the head and opening my mouth around him. I glide my tongue up each side of him, kissing the head each time I return to the top. I kiss the inside of his thighs, and I lick his balls, almost sucking them into my mouth. Behind me, Ryan pumps in and out of me, leaning around me so he can watch as I suck his friend. "God damn it," Quinn groans. "I can't take it. Suck my cock." As I had done to him, he grips my hair and holds my head against him. Eager to obey, I lower my mouth, swallowing him as far as I can. Up and down, my mouth rides him, my tongue playing with his shaft. Behind me, Ryan increases his thrusts until he is pounding into me. I lightly squeeze Quinn's balls with one hand as my mouth quickens its movements on his dick. Fucking me now without restraint, Ryan slams into me hard, and then I hear two voices yell. Quinn continues to hold my head against him, forcing me to swallow his semen. Both men shudder as their bodies fall from their climax. Knowing that I brought Ryan and Quinn to orgasm at the same time increases my arousal. Knowing I have handled these two men and that they are at my mercy, I scream; my entire body quakes with the biggest orgasm I have ever had. The power of it makes my whole body quiver; weak and spent, I collapse onto the bed, Ryan and Quinn on either side of me. We lay there, our breath returning to normal. I can't believe I've done this. And I can't believe how much better reality was than my fantasies. I know that from now on, this reality will be my fantasy. Laughing to myself, I say, "I guess I should get stopped for speeding more often." Speeding Ticket Ch. 02 It had been a long day, and a longer night. Joe had gone into the office early this morning so he could leave early and get to the party. Now he was on his way home, speeding as usual, and he was tired, so tired that he forgot to take the interstate around this dark, secluded stretch of back road. The flashing lights in his mirror jarred his memory. "Oh, shit!" he said, as the memory of being stopped 3 weeks ago came flooding back. Joe wondered if this was the same state trooper, and if it was, would she want the same thing tonight. Joe sighed as he pulled his car over to the shoulder, stopping and rolling down the window to wait. The officer walked up to Joe's window in the blinding glare of the spot mounted on her cruiser. "License and registration, please," she said simply. Joe turned to hand her the requested items, recognizing the officer as the same one that stopped him here before, and hoping that she wouldn't recognize him. Joe's faint hope sank as he heard the officer say, "Mr. Taylor, I would have thought you learned your lesson the last time I stopped you here. Step out of the car, please, Mr. Taylor." Joe climbed out of the car, turning to put his hands on the roof as he was told. He winced as she pulled his arms down and locked the handcuffs on his wrists, but noticed a stirring in his pants as she led him to the back of his car, pushing him roughly against the trunk. "I really didn't think I would catch you speeding again, Mr. Taylor, but since I can't imagine that your record has improved in the last few weeks, I'm sure you know what your options are," the officer said with a leer. She unbuckled his belt, and then opened his slacks, sliding her hand inside and stroking his erect cock a few times through the thin fabric of his boxers before whispering in his ear, "Maybe you liked it, Mr. Taylor?" She ran one fingernail up the underside of his now very stiff member as she removed her hand from his pants, then yanked his pants down to his ankles, pulling his boxers down also. "Yes, I think you did like it," the officer said as she looked hungrily at his throbbing cock. She stood and ran her hand over his exposed rear for a few moments, then lifted her hand and swung hard, her hand landing on his ass with a loud smack. She lifted her hand and spanked Joe a few more times, her hand connecting with a loud smack and leaving a red hand print each time. The officer stopped suddenly, removed the handcuffs and lifted Joe away from the car, turning him a little and pushing him down to the ground on his back. She pulled her skirt up to her waist and stepped over Joe's hips, straddling him. She reached between her legs and pulled her thong to the side, then slowly lowered herself onto Joe's hard cock. She looked right into Joe's eyes and whispered, "I know you remember the rules, Mr. Taylor, I'm gonna use your cock to get off, but if you cum, or if you make a sound, I will report your speeding and I know you don't want that." With that, she started moving, sliding forward and back on Joe's hard cock, grinding her hips against his. She moaned and lifted herself up, stopping with only the tip of his dick still inside of her, then pushed down on him again, impaling herself on the thick length of his member. She grunted and moaned, riding him hard and fast. Lifting up and slamming herself down onto his cock, grinding her hips against his over and over. Joe lay on the ground breathing hard, trying to think of any way he could to avoid cuming as the officer fucked him hard. The officer rode him hard for several minutes, then lifted up and waited, holding her breath for a few moments before slamming down hard onto Joe's cock, her scream of orgasm shattering the silence of the empty road. She sat there for a few moments then lifted herself off of Joe's throbbing dick, moving up and kneeling so her dripping pussy was right over Joe's mouth. "Lick it clean, Mr. Taylor," she said with a grin, "and you better do a good job." Joe took a breath as she pushed her pussy against his mouth, licking the wet folds, sliding his tongue over her clit. He licked and sucked at her, pushing his tongue into her cunt, licking her clean but not stopping. The officer moaned loudly as Joe's tongue pushed inside of her. She rocked her hips over his face, riding his tongue as he thrust it in and out. Joe pushed his head against her as she rocked on his mouth, switching from thrusting his tongue into her hot cunt, to sucking her swollen clit. Within a few minutes, she was grunting loudly again, pushing her pussy hard against Joe's mouth and tongue. Rocking her hips wildly now as a second orgasm built. She dropped her head back for a moment, then reached down and grabbed Joe's hair, pulling his face even tighter against her, screaming again as she came. She finally relaxed her thighs enough for Joe to let his head fall back to the ground. He lay there breathing hard, his face covered in her cum. She slowly stood up, letting her thong fall back into place and sliding her skirt down again. She looked down at him lying on the ground and said with a grin, "Mr. Taylor, you should pull your pants up, or I might have to arrest you for indecent exposure." She turned and took a step towards her cruiser, then looked back over her shoulder and said, "Every Friday night, Mr. Taylor. I'll be watching for you." The spot light and flashing lights on the cruiser turned off as the officer pulled out onto the road, turning around to head back to her hiding spot. Joe pulled his boxers and slacks up over his erection. His cock was still throbbing almost painfully from what had happened. He stood and walked back to his car, climbing into the driver's seat and starting the engine. There was no denying it this time, the raging erection she had left him with was all the proof he needed that this was real. "The only question," Joe thought as he pulled out onto the road again, "Is whether or not I drive this road on a Friday night again?" Speeding Ticket? Fine! Autumn often seems to bring the sort of days that simply call to your soul - urging you to get outside to enjoy the wind in your hair and the warmth of the sun on your face. Saturday was certainly a day which instilled that spirit. And that was how I came to be driving north on highway 101 along the coast, with the top down and the radio playing. I had wanted/needed to get out of the house for a little while and have some time for myself. My husband Jamie and I had been having some hard times - the usual story, always more bills to pay than there was money in the bank account. As usual, Jamie was at work. But at least by going for a drive, I wasn't racking up any more bills. Jamie is a great guy, but neither his job as a retail manager nor mine as a travel agent were ever going to make us rich. I guess it's true what they say - marry for love the first time. I was really hoping that there would only be the one time and goodness knows I did love that man of mine. At 34, he was still the hunky hottie that I had married ten years previously. He had sun-streaked blond hair and hazel eyes that would light up with his smile. Jamie was always very fit and still worked out at the gym nearly every day. Seeing him in his tight gym shorts was always guaranteed to bring a sweet rush of warm lust straight to my pussy. He was an average height, so you'd never suspect that he was hiding a thick, juicy 9-inch cock in his pants. We had a fantastic sex life - no complaints there! He loved my 36 inch DD breasts, and always complimented me on my tight pussy. Judging by the frequency with which he decorated both my pussy and my tits with his cum, I'd say he was kept a happy man. Whew! Just thinking about that is getting me distracted from telling you about my drive up the coast! Now, I think it's pretty obvious that I am in love with my husband, but the money situation was beginning to put a stress on our marriage. Maybe that is what I tell myself to justify what happened on that drive... I'd been driving for about an hour, listening to the radio, and just letting the stress roll away with the miles. I hadn't seen another car in a long while, so it was like the highway was put there just for me. Radar Love was playing on the radio (I know, such a cliché) and I wasn't saying no to the urge to go a little faster. That's when the lights went off in my rear view window. Yeah, nice bright red and blue lights fucking up my beautiful highway vista. I pulled to the side of the road, and put the car into Park. The only thoughts going through my head were that I couldn't afford the damn speeding ticket and that my husband Jamie was going to be so angry with me for not paying attention and getting a ticket. The officer approached the driver's side of the car and tapped on the window. I rolled down the window and smiled, hoping to play it cool- and maybe a little bit dumb by saying, "Oh, was I speeding, Sir?" As the officer bent down, he started with the usual "License and registration, Ma'am." I have to admit, I was sort of speechless - he was the most beautiful African-American man I had ever seen. Strong jaw, carved cheekbones, lush lips, his appeal was made even more compelling by the glass-green eyes that met mine. I think I must have stared at him for a full ten seconds and couldn't utter a single word. He was seriously hot - he must have been over 6 ft, judging by how low he bent over to speak to me through the window, and the muscles on his arms were bulging and his forearms were all vein-y, like he'd just come from working out at the gym. His eyes left mine and dropped down to my breasts. He slowly raised them again and a slow smile spread across his face. Again, he asked me for my license and registration. I realized that I, too, had been staring at him and I stammered something inane and leaned across the seat to retrieve my information from the glove box. I gave him my license and other cards but he didn't go back to the police car. He read my name and address off the license and then slowly looked back over at me, and looked me over from top to bottom. "Well, Vivienne, I hate to tell you this, but you were speeding. I clocked you at 65 mph in a 45 mph zone." He handed my cards back to me and leaned over the window, resting his forearms on the side of the car. "What are we gonna do about that?" he asked. "Oh please, I didn't mean to speed. I guess I just wasn't paying attention to the change in the speed limit." As I said it, I cringed inside - it sounded so stupid and lame. Who does mean to speed and why should he believe me, or care, or not give me a ticket? I had a sinking feeling that my "free" driving excursion that day was about to cost me dearly. The officer - Officer Jones - straightened up from the window of the car. "Why don't you step out of the car, please?" I unbuckled my seat belt and got out of the car, regretting that I'd only worn a skimpy mini skirt. I tugged at the short hem in vain, and rather than covering my legs the action served to do nothing more than draw his attention to my bare legs. His gaze told me that he was appreciative of the smooth tan skin, but I was still very nervous. I was sure he could tell that I hadn't worn panties either. Officer Jones was indeed a tall man; he towered over my 5 ft 5 in frame and must have been well over 6 ft tall. He stepped closer to me and I could smell his cologne and feel the heat off of his body. Like I said, he was a very attractive man; I could feel my nipples harden followed by the sweet rush of blood to my pussy telling me that my body also recognized that he found me as interesting as I was finding him. "Look," I said, "I really can't afford a ticket. I'm sorry I was speeding - can you just let me off with a warning or something?" Officer Jones let a slow smile spread across his face. "I think we can work the 'or something' out," he said. "What are you doing up here today? It's at least an hour or more away from home. Are you off on a girls' weekend or something?" "I just needed to get out of the house and relieve some stress and tension. I love the drive up here along the coast, and it's always so quiet and peaceful," I said. "Where's your husband?" he asked, picking up my left hand and examining my wedding rings. "He's a fool to let a woman like you out of his sight. And I know a sure way to get rid of that stress and tension for you." The closeness, the compliments, the heat of his body... I just stared into his eyes with my mouth a little open. "Mmmm... look at those luscious lips. You know, I do believe that those lips are begging to have something hot and hard between them," he said as he leaned down to press a quick kiss on my surprised mouth. His words may as well have been a match, because just like that I could feel my pussy getting hotter and quite wet. My heart began to pound at the thought of having this black man's cock slide into my mouth - or eventually elsewhere! I'd never been with a black man before, but it was one of my favorite fantasies during sex with my husband. Jamie was very turned on by the idea of me fucking a black man with a huge cock and loved to whisper such fantasies in my ear as he fucked me himself. "Why don't you get down on your knees and show me how much you don't want that speeding ticket?" he said as he pulled down the low neckline of my t-shirt and began to pinch my nipples. They apparently appreciated the sting induced by his fingers and obliged by beading up very quickly. I found my body obliging as well as I squatted down and undid the zipper of his uniform pants, pulling out a thick black cock that must have been about 10 inches long. I took the thick purple head into my hot mouth and began to swirl my tongue around the veins and to suck. He let out a groan that told me more than words that he liked the way I was sucking on him. I continued to suck on him and undid the snap of his pants so that I could pull the trousers down further and caress his balls. Jamie loved it when I would suck him off and caress his sac at the same time. With each lick, I took more and more of him into my mouth until he was nearly gagging me with that thick cock. "That's enough now," he said as he pulled his fully engorged member from my sucking mouth, "you don't want to miss out on this monster pounding into your little white pussy, do you?" he asked as he drew me back up to a standing position. Now, sucking him off was one thing, but I wasn't quite sure how I felt about betraying my husband and letting this well-hung cop fuck me - even if it was to get out of an expensive speeding ticket. "Look," I said, "I'm sorry about the speeding thing. I'd be happy to blow you - you can even cum on my face if you want, but I'm married and I don't want to mess that up by fucking around with you." Officer Jones stepped closer, so that my tits were touching his hard chest, "Baby, I don't think you understand the trouble you're in. You were doing 65 in a 45 - 20 mph over the limit. By rights, I should just arrest you and haul you in. How do you think you'd fare in the general lock-up until your darling husband could get up here to bail you out? Pretty little white thing like you? You'd be somebody's bitch very quickly." The thought did not appeal to me, and I realized how serious this ticket business really was. I no longer had a choice; if I wanted to make it back to Jamie anytime soon, I was going to have to do whatever it took to make this cop look the other way on this damn speeding ticket. "I don't want that! Look, I'm sorry - I didn't realize how fast I was going! What can I do? Please just tell me what you want me to do to make you look the other way on this? I promise I'll never come through here again, but I can't go to jail" My hands twined up around his neck as I pressed my tits against him and pushed against his erect cock. His hands palmed my tits and again I felt the sting of his fingers twisting and pinching my hard nipples. I may have been slightly frightened of the possible consequences of getting caught speeding, but that wasn't stopping my libido from completely getting on board with what this big black man was doing (and going to do!) to my body. Officer Jones leaned down and kissed me hard, still kneading my tits, then one hand snaking down to lift my little skirt and delve into the wet curls that were now in plain view. "Spread your legs, Slut," he commanded quietly in my ear. I could feel his hot breath on my cheek as I complied and felt his fingers dip into my moistness and swirl around my engorged clit. I nearly came on the spot; I was so turned on by this fantasy-come-to-life. "My, my," he said, "someone must have really enjoyed sucking on my cock. Bet you've never had a big man like me, have you?" he asked. "Have you ever been fucked by a black man?" "No," I admitted almost shyly, "I've been married to my husband for 10 years and before him there were only a couple of guys in college, but none of them were ever as big as you are." My hands had moved to that beautiful, big, erect cock and began to stroke up and down it's length. "Well, black men are a little different that white guys, especially when it comes to fucking little white girls like you. I'll take what I want from you, and you my little white slut, you will give me everything, every hole, anything I want, won't you?" he asked me. His voice was mesmerizing, and his fingers had worked my poor little horny pussy into quite a frenzy. I would have given him any damn thing he asked for right then if he would have just let me cum. "Mmmmm, yes, yes, just tell me what you want me to do!" I cried. "Move over to the hood of the car and bend over the hood," he said as he pushed me gently in the direction of the front of my car, "and pull that little skirt up around your waist. I want to see that pink pussy." I moved to the front of the car and bent over as he had directed. No cars had passed by us in quite a while, but I wasn't keen on the idea of putting on a show for anyone who might drive past. He came up behind me and pushed my head down on the car hood. He kicked at my ankles and in a roughened voice told me to spread my legs wide. He was very aroused, judging from the rock-hard cock grinding into me from behind. As I spread my legs, he leaned over my back and rubbed my tits with both of his hands, pinching and squeezing my nipples again. It felt so damn good! But I wanted more and I pushed back against him and rubbed my ass against his hard cock. "Oh, are you ready for more, hmmm, slut?" and with that he took hold of that massive cock and rubbed it back and forth along my wet slit, getting it lubricated with my own flowing juices before plunging into my eager pussy in one hard thrust. "Ahhhh! So big! Oh God, you're cock is so big and feels so hard and good inside me!" I cried out, unable to contain my pleasure. He groaned as though in pain and stopped as soon as he was sunk balls deep in my sucking pussy. "Oh, you are a tight little thing, aren't you? Does your man have a pencil dick? You feel like you've never had a cock inside you before, you're so tight," he said. It took him a moment to adjust to my tightness before he started moving and fucking me with long, deep strokes. Withdrawing to the tip of the beautiful cock and then plunging in again to the hilt. Within a few strokes, he nearly had me falling over the edge of a powerful orgasm. "Slow down, Vivienne, you're going to make me cum too fast, and if you do that then I'll have to keep you here until I can fuck you again. And then when I do, I'll want to fuck you here," he said as he pushed his thumb into my little anus with only his own spit to lubricate the hole. "I can't help it, Officer Jones, your cock just feels so damn good! Please fuck me! Please fuck me with that big black cock of yours! I want to feel your balls slam against my ass and feel you cum deep inside of me!" I couldn't help myself - I barely recognized who this slut was uttering these words. All I knew in that moment was that I wanted this man to fuck me and fuck me hard with that big cock. Nothing and no one else mattered; not even Jamie. I needed that cum inside me, on me, and I needed it now! My dirty mouth must have got to him as he again began to fuck me with long strokes. "Damn, Girl, that little pussy feels like it was made for my cock," he said. "Put your legs up on the hood of that car and lift that ass up so I can fuck that tight pussy harder, Slut," he commanded me. I lifted my legs up onto the car hood one at a time until I was pretty much in the child yoga pose - and I was suddenly never more grateful for the flexibility that practicing yoga had given me as I was opened up even further to his probing cock. I had thought that he was fucking me deeply before, but now he was even deeper. He reached on hand down to flick my clit at the same time. I was more pleasure than I could handle and my orgasm ripped though me like wild fire. "Oh my God, Yes! Yes! Oh please don't stop, please, just keep fucking me! Yes, it feels so good! MMmmmmm... so good," was all I could chant. He gave one last hard thrust, deep into my pussy, and then I could feel his cum spurting deep inside me. All he could do was moan, "mmmm, mmmm, mmmmm, yeah Baby, take it. Take all that cum." As he pulled out of me, I could feel his cum running down the inside of my legs. I didn't even care; what had just transpired had been the most powerful sexual experience of my life. I wasn't sure I could stand just then, so he helped me into a standing position and gently kissed my lips. "I'm going to let you off with just a warning this time, Vivienne," he said as he nuzzled at my neck, rubbing my tits. "But if you come through here speeding like that again, well... I'm going to have to make sure you get the punishment you really deserve." Our eyes met and it was as though an electric current shot down to my used, wet pussy. It was a delicious promise. As I drove myself home, I was pretty sure I'd be back real soon then, because I was a bad girl now; I'd changed somehow in that brief encounter, and now that I'd had a taste of that juicy black cock, I was sure I'd be back for more. Epilogue: When I arrived home, Jamie was already home from work. He looked at me strangely, as though he could see what I'd been up to that afternoon. As I passed by him, I heard his quick intake of breath and knew that he could smell sex on me. He followed me back to the bedroom and, still without a word, pushed me down on the bed, lifting my mini skirt and witnessing the remnants of my slutty behavior still dripping from my pussy and down my legs. I turned my head and our eyes met. "Do you like what you see, Darling?" I purred to him, smiling. "I've been a bad little girl this afternoon, and I nearly got a speeding ticket from a big, black cop. But don't worry, I'll tell you all about it..." and I felt him slide his hard cock into my sloppy pussy.