1 comments/ 26482 views/ 4 favorites A Traffic Stop By: Insatiable_Imp It had been another crazy few days at work and I was enjoying the long ride home, even with the traffic, as it gave me some much needed time to unwind before I got home to my kids. I think I'd been enjoying it too much because about a mile past the tunnel I looked up to find flashing lights coming up behind me. Great, I thought; this is just what I needed. A perfect ending to a perfect day; a ticket. So I gently pulled off the side of the interstate, rolled my window down and sat there with my hands on the wheel, waiting. As I sat there watching him exit his vehicle in my rear view mirror I started wondering what it was about a man in uniform that was such a turn on for me. Little did I know at that point, I was going to find out. The officer walked up next to my window and in the sexiest voice I'd ever heard said, Don't you think you were going a little fast, Babe? My first thought was, Just who does this Officer think he is, calling me babe. Of course if his body looked half as good under that uniform as it did in it I think I'd probably let him call me anything he'd like. I told him that I did know how fast I was going; once I saw his flashing lights and looked down at the speedometer. Then he really took me by surprise. He still hadn't requested my license, registration, insurance, etc. The next words out of his mouth were, Well Diana, I don't think I'm going to give you a ticket this time, but I would like to give you something else. How did he know my name? All of a sudden it clicked, this was Ethan. He and I had been talking online for some time and I hadn't even been really sure that he was a police officer. So many people on line lie, so I'm usually pretty skeptical to start. It didn't register at first when he came up to the side of my car because he'd apparently given me a phony last name online, as it didn't match the nametag on his uniform. Now I got really nervous. This man and I have been talking daily, playing on the web cam and now here he is standing so close to me that I can feel his breath on my skin. Being miles and miles apart talking on the phone or looking at each other on the computer seems so safe and harmless. Now I'm just inches from this man with the gun on his hip. What have I gotten myself into? We both pulled off the interstate to a lot at one of the marinas and talked for a while, just like old friends. He was telling me about the local area, about his job, all the buttons, lights and controls in the patrol car, etc. He asked if I wanted to get that cup of coffee we've been talking about for ages, so I said sure and that I'd meet him at Starbucks. He had a reported accident he had to attend to first, so I was already half way through my caramel macchiato when he arrived. We enjoyed our coffee at one of the outdoor tables, trying to decide what to do next. I laughed and said, Aren't you still on duty? He said that he was, but that he had a little time as long as he didn't get any emergency calls. I chuckled when he recommended going to his place for a while, since it was so close. I told him I was a little hesitant about any initial dates not in a public place, but since I now knew his real name, where he works and would in a few minutes know where he lives; I suppose it would be okay to make an exception. So we hopped back in our vehicles and I followed him back to his condo, hoping that a different trooper didn't chose to stop me and give me a real ticket while I was trying to keep up with Ethan. We arrived at his place and I followed him in, hesitating at the threshold. He could see my apprehension, and told me to relax that he wasn't going to hurt me, unless I wanted him to. I walked in behind him, taking in layout and design of his home. It wasn't your typical bachelor pad. I was actually impressed. It was neat, with tasteful art on the walls and furniture that matched. Not only is he gorgeous with a great personality, this guy has actually got taste! He grabbed my shoulders and whirled me around, leaning me against the back of the sofa. Within seconds his hands raked though my hair, his fingers cupping my head with enough pressure to bring me up on my toes. The kiss was demanding, his lips hot and hard on mine. My heart was throbbing in my throat making it impossible to speak and almost as difficult to breathe. All rational thought was lost as his hands began to slide down the front of my blouse, unbuttoning along the way. I couldn't help the moan that escaped as his lips followed the trail his nimble fingers were blazing. Slowly he kissed his way down my body, pausing to nibble and suckle at my breasts. I was thankful that I had the couch behind me for support, as I felt like I was beginning to lose all control. His lips never missed a beat as he dropped to his knees. He ran his tongue around my belly button as he undid my slacks, and carefully removed them from my body, while leaving my heels on my feet. I did catch a slight grin on his face when he realized I was telling the truth about never wearing panties. It felt deliciously nasty standing there with my legs spread and my wares on naked display while this fully dressed officer of the law is kneeling at my feet. The sensations were even more delicious as he began to run his hands up and down my legs and ass, squeezing and caressing me into insanity. My knees began to buckle as his hands grabbed the cheeks of my ass and pulled me towards him as his tongue swirled around my throbbing clit and darted in and out of my steaming pussy. I placed one hand on the back of the sofa to brace myself and my other on the back of his sexy bald head, praying that he would continue and grant me the sweet release I so desperately needed. I was getting close and begged, Ethan, please don't stop, suck my clit baby, please don't stop. My prayers were answered as my entire body began to tremble and shake as the damn burst open and my pussy began to flow like a river all over his face and running down his chin. He stood and scooped me up into his arms, carrying me with him over to the big easy chair. He eased back into the chair bringing me with him onto his lap. I turned to face him, straddling his lap. I could feel his arousal as he pulled me close. I could taste myself on his lips and his tongue and wanted to return the pleasure he had given me. I slowly slid down his lap to the floor between his legs. I couldn't wait to taste him. Getting access to that glorious cock of his was no easy task either; police uniforms have way too many accessories! Finally, sensing my frustration, he helped me to undo his belt and release his throbbing manhood. Slowly I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock, tasting and teasing as I took the length of him deep down my throat. I started slowly at first. I wrapped my left hand around the base of his shaft, gently but firmly stroking him up and down with a twisting motion, while my right had caressed his balls. I started to pick up my pace and felt him start to tense. As I tightened my grip around the base of his cock he let out a gentle groan and told me that he wasn't sure he liked my timing. I gently chuckled and promised him that his release would be well worth the wait. I wanted to feel him inside of me and told him so. That was all he needed to hear. He swiftly lifted me from my knees and turned me around, bending me over the arm of the chair in one swift motion. Before I was sure I had my balance I could feel that magnificent cock pressing against the lips of my pussy. As he teased the lips of my pussy he began caressing my ass with his hands, caressing my backside and gently teasing my rosebud. He inserted one of his fingers, and as I tried to relax to accept it, began sliding it in and out. I couldn't control the sensations or myself any longer and thrust my hips back, impaling myself on him. He sensed my urgency and began slamming in and out of my pussy, harder and faster with each and every stroke. Having both of my holes filled was creating new sensations I'd never felt before. I was moaning and yelling uncontrollably, begging him to keep fucking me. My entire being tensed and then I began to tremble as my body was racked with the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life. I had heard of seeing stars, but until then I'd always thought it was just an expression or figure of speech. This man's cock inside of me was like a drug; I didn't think I'd ever get enough of it. I felt him lose control as he let out a guttural moan and his seed released inside of me. We stayed like that for a few moments. I relished the afterglow and the feel of him throbbing inside of me. As he slid out from inside of me he helped me to stand and turn to face him. Once again he took me in his arms and kissed me passionately. He stepped back took my hand, leading me towards the bedroom, suggesting we take a little rest. He scooped me up into his arms and gently laid me on the bed, crawling in behind me. We both drifted off to sleep quickly, but were awakened almost immediately by a call on his radio. We both sprung from bed, dressed hastily and departed after one more brief, but passionate kiss. As I watched him pull away I thought of my newfound appreciation for traffic stops. A Traffic Stop by a Bad Cop This is a story about a young wife being stopped for speeding by a bad cop. The same story is also published with the young wife being stopped by a good cop. I'm very interested to know which version is better received by the readers. Comments are welcome and very much appreciated. Thanks! * My husband, Bud and I had just recently moved to from a small town in the Carolinas to a big metropolitan area in the Northeast. He'd taken a job as a creative director in an ad agency in the city and we'd bought a nice house way out in the country so we could have a place to live that was more to our liking. It was fun and exciting to be in a new place and I'd met some new friends through his job and when he worked late, my new girlfriends and me would drive into the city and have fun together. I have to admit that a few of them were too wild for me but I didn't know all that many girls and I knew over time I'd find the perfect friends for me! Well, when I got home from a last night from a fun evening Bud and I had a serious talk about our finances. I guess I'd been spending more money than I should have and I have to admit that going out with my new 'wild' friends was putting a strain on our already tight money situation. We both agreed I should start to look for a job to help make ends meet. The next morning, after my husband left for work I put on a nice dress and starting looking for jobs on the internet. I was drinking my coffee and made a list of jobs to apply for. Then, I drove into the city and began my search. The third place I stopped was at a very large, upscale art gallery. The ad said 'Online Marketing Manager' and was conducting Interviews between 10 and 11. When I got there, I saw a room full of women. I spoke to the general manager's private secretary and she told me it would be awhile. This was the first time that I had seen so many other women competing for a job like this and they were all dressed well. Well, I waited my turn and I started to think this was going to be an all day interview. In one hour he had only interviewed two women; more like girls. I'm not putting down young girls; after all I was 19 once, and the women here ranged from 18 to I think about 50. Being a very attractive woman with a very nice resume, I had a feeling I stood a chance. Sure enough, the wait was worth it because I got the job! I stayed and filled out paperwork till very late in the afternoon and I was on cloud nine driving home, taking short cuts on lonely roads through the countryside as the sun began fading in the sky. One of my new girlfriends that I'd gone out with the night before called and said she'd left her party purse in my car. "It's under the passenger side seat, Sweety. Is it there?" she asked. I diverted my eyes from the road for just a second to look. Sure enough, her shiny party purse all covered in sequins was sticking out from under the seat. She made me promise I'd get it to her tomorrow. "Don't worry, I promise." I told her. I looked up and saw the lights flashing on the car behind me. "Shit," I said aloud. An unmarked car had snuck up behind me. "I'm getting pulled over. I gotta go," I told her. "Di, hold on. I...." she added, trying to keep me on. "Gotta go, girlfriend. Talk to ya later," I interrupted and threw my phone into the seat. "Great, this is all we need. Throwing more money down the drain for nothing at all," I said to myself as I pulled onto the shoulder. In my rear view mirror I watched a very muscular, handsome man wearing sunglasses get out of the car. "I know how to handle this," I whispered and pinched the hem of my skirt between my thumbs and forefingers and pulled it up my thighs until my stocking tops were showing. Just a hint of my panties were visible to me as he tapped on the window with his knuckles. Mmmmm, such a handsome officer. I'll be on my way home in no time, I thought as I powered the window down. "May I see your license and registration, Ma'am?" the officer stated in a rather matter of fact tone, not seeming to pay the least bit of attention to my legs. "Hmmph," I retorted in a whisper. I'd pulled my skirt up my thighs so far that my panties were almost showing and here he was, not even noticing. If he weren't such a big strong handsome officer I might have given him a piece of my mind. Or, at least that's what I told myself to make me feel better about the situation. "License and registration, Ma'am," he said again. "Talking on your cellphone, weaving across the centerline and speeding are all traffic violations." "Please call me Di," I replied as I handed him my license from back home. While I rummaged through the glove box for my registration my good looking officer identified himself as Detective James. He informed me that my license was out of date. "This is an invalid license, Di. Is this your car?" Adding to my problems, I couldn't find my registration and I was getting frustrated and emotional. "Well, of course it is Officer James. It's just that I must have left my registration at home. We just moved here to the city and I don't know where everything is." I looked up to see him pull his sunglasses down his nose and give me a stern look. "Get out of the car, ma'am." In mere seconds, my mind was spinning and I felt flush and tears started rolling down my cheeks. "I... I uhmm....I, don't know where they are officer. I really don," He cut me off before I could explain myself. "Ma'am, get out of the car." Frustrated and emotional, I opened the door and swung my left leg around my seat. I didn't mean to, but with my skirt already pulled way up my legs I gave Detective James quite a nice flash of my very skimpy panties. I didn't mean to do it. I really didn't. I was too emotional to know if he looked. But, I'm sure that he thought I was doing it on purpose. With my eyes full of tears I couldn't focus anyway and all I could think of was the trouble I was in. "Hands against the car and spread your legs," he said next. I thought that was more than a bit unusual. I was missing my license and registration. Big deal, I thought. And, so what if I was on my cell phone and maybe weaving a little bit and maybe going too fast. But, I wasn't about to upset him and put myself into even more of a jam, so I did as I was told. I put my hands on the trunk lid and spread my legs wide. I was facing away from Detective James as I heard the sound of him pulling off his gloves, adding to the anticipation of what was going to be my first ever pat-down. "Anything sharp in your clothes, ma'am. Any needles? Drugs? It'll be much easier if you tell me now," he stated as if he'd done this a hundred times. My chest was heaving now and I was sobbing and gasping to catch more breath and I was too emotional to respond with anything rational and just blurted something out. "In this dress? Where would I hide it? In my panties?" Immediately after I said it, I regretted it. He tossed his gloves on the trunk beside me. "I suppose I'll just have to find out on my own, now won't I." To be honest, I'd always enjoyed fantasizing about a big strong policeman ravishing me in a setting just like this; All alone on a country road and treating me a little bit roughly. But, not today. No, not now when all I wanted was to get home and make Bud proud of me for finding my new job. But, I couldn't help thinking about my fantasy when both of his strong hands touched my shoulders at the same times, holding me firmly and sending an incredible warm rush through my body. I gave a feigned protest but quickly yielded to his touch as his thumbs pushed into the back of my shoulder while his fingers pressed into the front and I could feel his strength through his hands and I knew I'd best not resist. I must've felt no heavier than a doll to him and he pulled me back towards him and then pushed me onto the lid of the trunk, my legs and hips touching the cool metal while his warm hands moved down my sides and onto my small waist. His hands then swept under me, feeling warm as they separated my tummy from the metal and they moved up onto my ribcage and across the bottom swell of my breasts. My nipples were hard from the cold metal and his hands lingered on them, warming them and squeezing them ever so slightly, frisking them and then placing my hard little nipples between his first and middle fingers and closing them together. "Fuck, fuck, what have I gotten myself into," I said to myself. This must be improper. This isn't right. But, what was I to do? And, why did it feel so good? He released my nipples and moved off my breasts and onto my sides. His big fingers seemed to glide gently across each of my ribs, one by one, as if erotically dancing down my side. I was sobbing heavier now and my head was turned to one side and my mind was spinning and in the middle of my thoughts I felt a wetness between my legs. "Oh no.. Oh no, I can't be enjoying this. This isn't right," I said to myself as his hands swept down my hips and my pussy moistened. Detective James's hands reached the hem of my dress and then beyond it and I felt his flesh touch mine and as it did, a quiver of arousal shot through me. He spread his hands wide with his thumbs on the inside of my thighs and his fingers on the outside and pulled them down my legs, across the top of my stockings. In a quick motion he frisked down to my ankles and back above my knees, squeezing me strongly and more slowly on the upward thrust. "Oh my," I whispered softly as he pulled his hands up past my stocking tops and under my skirt. With my legs spread so wide, my panties were pulled between my lips and I could feel the coolness of the breeze as it blew across my labia. He paused with his thumbs only an inch from my pussy and his fingers spread across my cheeks. I knew I was being violated and I should have tried to stop him, but I didn't. I wanted him to touch me so badly that I wiggled my hips toward him, in an attempt to feel his thumb touch my pussy. "Let's see what's under here," he said and pulled my skirt above my hips, revealing everything previously forbidden to any man except Bud. Goosebumps formed on my behind as the air blew across it. I wanted to yell out to him. I knew I should. I should yell, "Stop". "Unhand me". But I was too scared to protest. And, I was too aroused to fight off my desires. Before his hands returned to their previous position; thumbs between my thighs and fingers across my ass, he gave me a spank. "Thwaakk!" And, I let out a yelp more from the surprise of it than the pain. Oh my gosh! Where'd that come from? But, I didn't say a word. His thumbs then touched me. They pulled me open. How wide, I'm not at all certain cause my mind was a whirlwind of emotions, but it felt as if my lips were stretched far enough to expose my vagina to him and the thought of a large cock finding its way into me suddenly consumed me. and all I could think about was my arousal. Then, he suddenly released me. "Where's your purse?" he asked and I told him it was in the passenger seat. "You don't mind if I search it, do you?" I was still very flustered from being so violated when I told him it was fine. "Stay right here, Di." He said. After only a moment or two he came out of the car with my girlfriend's purse instead of mine and after quickly rummaging through it he tossed it back into the car and walked up to me. He looked down and then up again. "Di, I enjoyed our little game of 'Pat Down' against the back of your car. You're just my type; beautiful, tall and slender. And, I noticed how turned on it made you; wiggled your hips against my hands, faking your protest and giving me a soft moan." "Well, uhmmm... ahhhh. I suppose I was just a bit aroused, Detective James. I mean, you are a very handsome man," I told him. Then Detective James said, "That's why it's so hard for me to say this. I have to tell you, Di. I'm very disappointed in you. Drug possession is a serious crime in this state." I looked toward him and saw a vial of coke in his fingers. I was shaken to the core and I could not believe what I was hearing. I felt trapped. I said "That's not mine; I mean I didn't put it in there. It must be my girlfriend's, not mine. My God I would never do that, never." I began to cry I felt so helpless. Then he opened his other hand, showing me a second vial of cocaine. I heard Detective James say "One vial is possession. Two vials is distribution; a Class III felony. I'm going to have to take you in." "It's my girlfriend's. It has to be my girlfriend's," I shouted. He roughly turned me around, pulled my arms behind my back and slapped handcuffs on my wrists. It all happened so quickly. James led me to his car, opened the back door and held my head as he pushed me into the back seat. I couldn't believe I was in this situation but I was. I was balling now. I couldn't understand why this was happening. It was all so unfair. I don't even use coke. I was frantically trying to figure it all out as he drove me to the police station. I had to find a way out. I couldn't let this happen. I had to find a way to get through to him. I just had to somehow get Bud involved. "Detective James. Please, is there another way? Please..." I pleaded with my wrists aching from the sharp edges of the handcuffs grinding against them. I felt humiliated, both for being in cuffs and having to beg for some relief from a situation that I should never have been in. He didn't even reply, treating me as if I were not even there and I saw passing motorists looking at me in the back of his car, knowing I was under arrest and leering at me as if I were a common criminal. Up ahead was a T in the road. Go left and we'd be at the police station in a matter of minutes. To the right was the road to our house, where Bud was probably waiting for me to get home. I gave it one last try. "Detective James. Please, can you just take me home and discuss this with my husband. I'm sure he can help explain." He reached up and adjusted his rear view mirror. "Di, criminals need to be in prison. I'm not too keen on risking my reputation on a common drug dealer. But, I'll give you one chance. One chance to convince me that you're not dealing drugs. You'd better hope your husband can explain this." He made the right turn and headed toward our house. Bud would be home from work by now. He'd better be. It gave me the first sign of hope. "Oh my God, thank you. Oh thank you, Detective James." When we turned onto our block, I looked around for neighbors out in their yards, but thankfully none were. We pulled into the driveway and thank god, Bud's car was there. "Do I have to get out in these?" I asked. Detective James didn't even bother to answer. He got out, helped me out of the back seat and escorted me to the front door with my arms behind me in cuffs and his hand on the small of my back. I was frantic with embarrassment and worry, wondering if the nosy old neighborhood biddies would see. "Hurry, Bud. Hurry," I pleaded as Detective James rang the bell. After what seemed forever, Bud opened the door. His eyes opened wide as saucers and his jaw dropped at the sight of me in cuffs. Detective James introduced himself as we stood there, exposed to the neighborhood. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, Bud stepped aside and invited the detective inside. The front door closing behind me was a relief. But, I knew I was still in trouble. I was in cuffs and as I stood before him, Bud could see the troubled look on my face. "What's going on here, officer?" he asked. Detective James explained the situation to Bud. He'd pulled me over for traffic violations. I didn't have a valid license or registration. He'd searched me and the car and found two vials of cocaine. He held out the vials in the palm of his hand. "It's not mine, Bud. I never had that. I didn't do it, Darling," I insisted. Detective James glared at me before continuing. "I shoudn't have. But, I promised to bring her here so that you might be able to help clear things up before I fill out a report that will put her in prison." I jumped in. "Bud that coke's not mine. I don't know how it got in my purse." Detective James spoke softly. "Dear, Di... Dear dear, Di... I am going to tell you this one time and one time only. If you insist on trying to tell me that you did not do what all this evidence proves that you did I will fill out the report right now and sign it. If you are honest with me and admit that you did it, I'll see if there is a way to keep you out of jail. I looked at Bud. Our eyes met. I could see his mind working, trying to find a way out. He's good at that, working quickly through problems and I needed him to work quickly through this. "Help me, Bud" I pleaded. Bud jumped in and suggested we all sit and discuss my predicament over a drink and led us into the lounge. James insisted I stay in the cuffs. "She's still under arrest," he said. I sat on the sofa across from James, and Bud poured us all a scotch. He must've known I needed a stiff drink cause he raised the glass to my lips and poured a healthy amount into my mouth. Bud reasoned with Detective James over the course of two drinks, vouching for my character and pleading my case. It's strange to describe, but they seemed to form a strange bond based on doing what's right for me and making sure I was treated well and I found myself feeling optimistic that I was going to get out of this horrible situation. Finally, James turned to me and offered a compromise. He continued, "I can live with a young woman taking drugs because she's depressed and all alone in a new city. But I won't stand for a liar with evidence like this. Are you ready to go to prison for 15 years; lose your husband, your home, your future? If you admit to what you did, and sign a statement to that effect, I won't file a report." I sat there with my mind spinning. If I told the truth, I would be going to jail. If I admitted to the crime he would not press charges. I could not believe it; lie and I'm OK, lie and I go to jail. He looked at me and said "Come on Di, admit it, was this cocaine yours or not?" I looked at Bud. He knew the coke wasn't mine. He knew me too well for that. But, I also knew from his expression that he thought it best to admit it. I looked at James and said softly, "Yes, it was mine." I saw him smile and then he said. "OK, now just one more thing. I want you to write down in your own handwriting and admit to me that you had the cocaine and how sorry you are. If you don't, I take you to the station and turn in my report." He took the handcuffs off my wrists and I shook them, releasing the pain from my arms and shoulders. He handed me his notepad and a pen. I took a strong drink of scotch and crafted my statement with Bud looking over my shoulder. When it was finished, I signed it and handed it to him. "Do you know what all this means my dear?" James asked. I looked at him and said, "Yes, you are giving me a second chance." "Man you two are fucking dumb," James said. "I can't believe you both are so naive. It means you're mine. I've got you as my slut now, Di." A panic rushed through me as I realized we'd been fooled, as well as framed. "The District Attorney will prosecute with this kind of evidence as long as it's less than two years old. So, Di.... You're my bitch for two years. And, old Buddy Boy there can't do a damn thing about it. I got you dead to rights." Bud bristled at hearing that. "You can't do this to us!" he screamed. "You're a cop. You can't frame us like this." Detective James's face grew a hard scowl. "Is that right, Buddy Boy?" Bud stood strong and said it again. As soon as he finished, he took a hard punch to his gut that dropped him to his knees. A Traffic Stop by a Bad Cop "I'll tell ya what I can do, Buddy Boy. Any time I want sex, you're gonna bring Di to me. You're gonna make sure she's dressed like a slut when you bring her. You're gonna wait patiently at her side while I fuck her. And, you're not gonna say a single thing about it. Otherwise, she goes to prison. That's what I can do with evidence like this and a signed confession." "Any time one of my Detectives or Officers wants a fuck, I'm gonna send em over here. Little Miss Di is gonna fuck em like there's no tomorrow. If I want one of my confidential informants to have some pussy, Little Miss Di here'll service them. And, if I need a whore to bring me some extra cash, she'll turn tricks for me." Bud slowly got to his feet. He didn't look so strong anymore. "You got that, Buddy Boy?" Bud nodded his head in defeat. "You got that, Di?" I was sobbing again and was barely able to get out a reply. "Yes, Sir." I said softly. "Good. You'll always call me Sir. Good girl. Now, I was planning on coming back tomorrow for your first fuck. But, your insolence has pissed me off. Get on your knees, Di. You're gonna suck my cock while I call up a couple of my detectives." Tears were streaming down my face as I dropped to my knees in front of Detective James. He called someone on his cell, holding it between his chin and shoulder while he unzipped his pants and pulled out a cock the size of a horse's dick. "Walt, get on over here. I got a new slut and I need her broken in the right way." He looked down at me while he talked. "Cmon, Di... Lean on in, bitch." He said to me. I leaned forward, inching closer to the big head of his cock. He grabbed my head with one hand, the base of his cock with the other, and slapped it against my face. The force of the blow turned my head toward Bud. Oh god, this is humiliating, I thought. I looked at Bud, only to find him sitting passively on the cushioned chair beside me with a look of desperation on his face. "Yep, yeah that's the address, Walt. Get on over here quick as you can. You won't be sorry. This one's prime. Great lookin slut. Yep, see ya soon," he said and flipped his phone shut. I looked one last time at Bud. Then, took James's head between my lips. My mouth is small and all I could get in was the head of his monster dick and it pissed James off that he couldn't fit more in. "Damn fucking miserable cock sucking slut. You'd best suck that head and stroke me till I cum, bitch," he snapped. Then, he turned to Bud. "Better give your pretty wife some cock sucking lessons, Buddy Boy. I expect my sluts to be better than this." I felt completely humiliated. Bud's penis isn't as big as this and it isn't my fault that I've never had the opportunity to take care of one this size, I said to myself as I wrapped my hand around the base and pulled the skin away from the head, stretching it tight and showing how big his helmet was at the end. Just then, the doorbell rang and I panicked, thinking it might my one of my girlfriends or one of the neighbors. I pulled away from his cock and it popped out of my mouth, slapping against Detective James's waistband. He grabbed the back of my head and forced my mouth back onto it. "Get back to work, Di. Buddy Boy, answer the door. It's probably, Walt." He said. I kept working on James's cock while my husband got up and answered the door. It could have been anybody and they'd have seen me sucking a strange man's cock right in my living room. But, instead it was Detective Walt. He pushed Bud aside as if he wasn't even there and walked right in. He pulled of his jacket and gun belt and started getting undressed, as if he owned the place. "Get your panties off, slut. And, don't you dare take your mouth off my boss's dick while you're doin it," he barked. He scared me with his commands and I started shaking but I knew I'd better do exactly as he said and I took one hand off Detective James's shaft and reached under my skirt and tried pulling my panties off my hips, being very careful not to let James's penis out of my mouth. It was hard to do and even though I had them partially off my hips, I couldn't get them any further. James barked out to Bud, "Get your ass over here and help her out of her clothes, Bud." Detective Walt grabbed Bud by the collar and dragged him over to me. Bud reached under my skirt and pulled my panties off my hips. I was glad for the help cause I was very busy licking James's balls and running my tongue up his cockshaft. But, slipped them over my knees and then took them off my legs. Next, Bud took off my high heels and then he unzipped my skirt and took is off the same way he did my panties. My top was still on and there was no way he was going to get it off me with me pulling my mouth off Detective James's dick so what were we to do? "Cut it off," James ordered. Bud, took off for the kitchen and when he got back Detective Walt had me on all fours, fucking me from behind while I finished off James. He was close to cumming and I wanted to get this over with as fast as I could so I was jerking him really hard and sucking and licking all over his big shaft. Walt had is cock deep inside me when Bud approached with a long sharp knife and for a moment I thought he might be planning on using it on my rapists. I mean, that's what was going on. I was being forced to have sex against my will. Bud would be within his rights to stab them both, take their guns and make a citizen's arrest. But, he didn't. Instead, with me getting spit roasted between two big bulls he ran it under the back of my top and cut it open. Feeling the cold blade against my skin sent a shudder ran through my body and I started moaning uncontrollably from the fucking I was getting. Soon a rhythm began. As Walt's cock would go in, and James's would slip out of my mouth. In and out... in and out. After a few missed beats they began to move together. Suddenly my two rapist were moving in perfect tempo. As James pushed inside, I would gasp and Walt would moan. Then James's penis would slip out and Walt's in again. I was buffeted like a rag doll between the two men, pushed one way by the weight of James's thrusts, and then forced the other by Detective James's hips. I could no longer control any movement. My body began to tremble as waves of pleasure consumed me. It didn't take long for the incredible and surreal feeling to send me over the top, hurtling me closer to an inevitable climax. It disgusted me that I was going to cum to these men. "Oh Fuck! Fuck, I don't wanna cuummm! Oh nooo....Yes!!! Yes!! Mmmmm!!" I moaned as an orgasm swept over my body and just then, Detective James blew a huge load into my mouth, causing me to gag and I pushed it out and it ran down my chin and dropped onto the carpet below. Detective Walt shoved hard into my cunt, all the way to my cervix and held my hips firmly against him. He grunted like a bull and I felt his hot load explode against the walls of my vagina, sending me into an even deeper orgasm as my eyes rolled back into my head and James pushed his balls into my face, cum dripping out of his still pulsing cock and into my hair and across my forehead. I was ashamed of cumming, but I couldn't stop. My body continued to quiver on Walt's dick, receiving load after load of his discharge until finally he pulled out, wiping the tip of his cock on my slender hips. I collapsed on the floor and Bud came to me and held me in his arms, consoling me after my ordeal. Both men dressed, put on their gun belts and walked toward the door. Detective James was the last to leave, turning to us in the doorway. He threw a few hundred dollar bills onto the floor. "By some slut clothes, Di. You'll be needing them," he said, and left. I don't know how long it was before I stopped whimpering. I couldn't believe how fast this had all happened. I laid back against Bud's chest, cum dripping from my pussy and chin. I felt ravaged, both emotionally from the threat to my freedom and physically from sex with Detective James and Walt. My travails were over for the day, but I knew they would continue tomorrow and for a long time to come. All because of a Traffic Stop by a Bad Cop. A Traffic Stop by a Good Cop This is a story about a young wife being stopped for speeding by a good cop. The same story is also published with the young wife being stopped by a bad cop. I'm very interested to know which version is better received by the readers. Comments are welcome and very much appreciated. Thanks! * My husband, Bud and I had just recently moved to from a small town in the Carolinas to a big metropolitan area in the Northeast. He'd taken a job as a creative director in an ad agency in the city and we'd bought a nice house way out in the country so we could have a place to live that was more to our liking. It was fun and exciting to be in a new place and I'd met some new friends through his job and when he worked late, my new girlfriends and me would drive into the city and have fun together. I have to admit that a few of them were too wild for me but I didn't know all that many girls and I knew over time I'd find the perfect friends for me! Well, when I got home from a last night from a fun evening Bud and I had a serious talk about our finances. I guess I'd been spending more money than I should have and I have to admit that going out with my new 'wild' friends was putting a strain on our already tight money situation. We both agreed I should start to look for a job to help make ends meet. The next morning, after my husband left for work I put on a nice dress and starting looking for jobs on the internet. I was drinking my coffee and made a list of jobs to apply for. Then, I drove into the city and began my search. The third place I stopped was at a very large, upscale art gallery. The ad said 'Online Marketing Manager' and was conducting Interviews between 10 and 11. When I got there, I saw a room full of women. I spoke to the general manager's private secretary and she told me it would be awhile. This was the first time that I had seen so many other women competing for a job like this and they were all dressed well. Well, I waited my turn and I started to think this was going to be an all day interview. In one hour he had only interviewed two women; more like girls. I'm not putting down young girls; after all I was 19 once, and the women here ranged from 18 to I think about 50. Being a very attractive woman with a very nice resume, I had a feeling I stood a chance. Sure enough, the wait was worth it because I got the job! I stayed and filled out paperwork till very late in the afternoon and I was on cloud nine driving home, taking short cuts on lonely roads through the countryside as the sun began fading in the sky. One of my new girlfriends that I'd gone out with the night before called and said she'd left her party purse in my car. "It's under the passenger side seat, Sweety. Is it there?" she asked. I diverted my eyes from the road for just a second to look. Sure enough, her shiny party purse all covered in sequins was sticking out from under the seat. She made me promise I'd get it to her tomorrow. "Don't worry, I promise." I told her. I looked up and saw the lights flashing on the car behind me. "Shit," I said aloud. An unmarked car had snuck up behind me. "I'm getting pulled over. I gotta go," I told her. "Di, hold on. I...." she added, trying to keep me on. "Gotta go, girlfriend. Talk to ya later," I interrupted and threw my phone into the seat. "Great, this is all we need. Throwing more money down the drain for nothing at all," I said to myself as I pulled onto the shoulder. In my rear view mirror I watched a very muscular, handsome man wearing sunglasses get out of the car. "I know how to handle this," I whispered and pinched the hem of my skirt between my thumbs and forefingers and pulled it up my thighs until my stocking tops were showing. Just a hint of my panties were visible to me as he tapped on the window with his knuckles. Mmmmm, such a handsome officer. I'll be on my way home in no time, I thought as I powered the window down. "May I see your license and registration, Ma'am?" the officer stated in a rather matter of fact tone, not seeming to pay the least bit of attention to my legs. "Hmmph," I retorted in a whisper. I'd pulled my skirt up my thighs so far that my panties were almost showing and here he was, not even noticing. If he weren't such a big strong handsome officer I might have given him a piece of my mind. Or, at least that's what I told myself to make me feel better about the situation. "License and registration, Ma'am," he said again. "Talking on your cell phone, weaving across the centerline and speeding are all traffic violations." "Please call me Di," I replied as I handed him my license from back home. While I rummaged through the glove box for my registration my good looking officer identified himself as Detective James. He informed me that my license was out of date. "This is an invalid license, Di. Is this your car?" Adding to my problems, I couldn't find my registration and I was getting frustrated and emotional. "Well, of course it is Officer James. It's just that I must have left my registration at home. We just moved here to the city and I don't know where everything is." I looked up to see him pull his sunglasses down his nose and give me a stern look. "Get out of the car, ma'am." In mere seconds, my mind was spinning and I felt flush and tears started rolling down my cheeks. "I... I uhmm....I, don't know where they are officer. I really don't," He cut me off before I could explain myself. "Ma'am, get out of the car." Frustrated and emotional, I opened the door and swung my left leg around my seat. I didn't mean to, but with my skirt already pulled way up my legs I gave Detective James quite a nice flash of my very skimpy panties. I didn't mean to do it. I really didn't. I was too emotional to know if he looked. But, I'm sure that he thought I was doing it on purpose. With my eyes full of tears I couldn't focus anyway and all I could think of was the trouble I was in. "Hands against the car and spread your legs," he said next. I thought that was more than a bit unusual. I was missing my license and registration. Big deal, I thought. And, so what if I was on my cell phone and maybe weaving a little bit and maybe going too fast. But, I wasn't about to upset him and put myself into even more of a jam, so I did as I was told. I put my hands on the trunk lid and spread my legs wide. I was facing away from Detective James as I heard the sound of him pulling off his gloves, adding to the anticipation of what was going to be my first ever pat-down. "Anything sharp in your clothes, ma'am. Any needles? Drugs? It'll be much easier if you tell me now," he stated as if he'd done this a hundred times. My chest was heaving now and I was sobbing and gasping to catch more breath and I was too emotional to respond with anything rational and just blurted something out. "In this dress? Where would I hide it? In my panties?" Immediately after I said it, I regretted it. He tossed his gloves on the trunk beside me. "I suppose I'll just have to find out on my own, now won't I." To be honest, I'd always enjoyed fantasizing about a big strong policeman ravishing me in a setting just like this; all alone on a country road and treating me a little bit roughly. But, not today. No, not now when all I wanted was to get home and make Bud proud of me for finding my new job. But, I couldn't help thinking about my fantasy when both of his strong hands touched my shoulders at the same time, holding me firmly and sending an incredible warm rush through my body. I gave a feigned protest but quickly yielded to his touch as his thumbs pushed into the back of my shoulder while his fingers pressed into the front and I could feel his strength through his hands and I knew I'd best not resist. I must've felt no heavier than a doll to him and he pulled me back towards him and then pushed me onto the lid of the trunk, my legs and hips touching the cool metal while his warm hands moved down my sides and onto my small waist. His hands then swept under me, feeling warm as they separated my tummy from the metal and they moved up onto my ribcage and across the bottom swell of my breasts. My nipples were hard from the cold metal and his hands lingered on them, warming them and squeezing them ever so slightly, frisking them and then placing my hard little nipples between his first and middle fingers and closing them together. "Fuck, fuck, what have I gotten myself into," I said to myself. This must be improper. This isn't right. But, what was I to do? And, why did it feel so good? He released my nipples and moved off my breasts and onto my sides. His big fingers seemed to glide gently across each of my ribs, one by one, as if erotically dancing down my side. I was sobbing heavier now and my head was turned to one side and my mind was spinning and in the middle of my thoughts I felt a wetness between my legs. "Oh no.. Oh no, I can't be enjoying this. This isn't right," I said to myself as his hands swept down my hips and my pussy moistened. Detective James's hands reached the hem of my dress and then beyond it and I felt his flesh touch mine and as it did, a quiver of arousal shot through me. He spread his hands wide with his thumbs on the inside of my thighs and his fingers on the outside and pulled them down my legs, across the top of my stockings. In a quick motion he frisked down to my ankles and back above my knees, squeezing me strongly and more slowly on the upward thrust. "Oh my," I whispered softly as he pulled his hands up past my stocking tops and under my skirt. With my legs spread so wide, my panties were pulled between my lips and I could feel the coolness of the breeze as it blew across my labia. He paused with his thumbs only an inch from my pussy and his fingers spread across my cheeks. I knew I was being violated but I didn't care. I wanted him to touch me so badly that I wiggled my hips toward him, in an attempt to feel his thumb touch my pussy. "Let's see what's under here," he said and pulled my skirt above my hips, revealing everything previously forbidden to any man except Bud. Goosebumps formed on my behind as the air blew across it. I wanted to yell out to him. I knew I should. I should yell, "Stop". "Unhand me". But I was too scared to protest. And, I was too aroused to fight off my desires. Before his hands returned to their previous position; thumbs between my thighs and fingers across my ass, he gave me a spank. "Thwaakk!" And, I let out a yelp more from the surprise of it than the pain. Oh my gosh! Where'd that come from? But, I didn't say a word. His thumbs then touched me. They pulled me open. How wide, I'm not at all certain cause my mind was a whirlwind of emotions, but it felt as if my lips were stretched far enough to expose my vagina to him and the thought of a large cock finding its way into me suddenly consumed me. And all I could think about was my arousal. Then, he suddenly released me. "Where's your purse?" he asked and I told him it was in the passenger seat. "You don't mind if I search it, do you?" I was still very flustered from being so violated when I told him it was fine. "Stay right here, Di." He said. After only a moment or two he came out of the car with my girlfriend's purse instead of mine and after quickly rummaging through it he tossed it back into the car and walked up to me. He looked down and then up again. "Di, I enjoyed our little game of 'Pat Down' against the back of your car. You're a beautiful woman with a tall slender body. And, I noticed how turned on it made you, too." "Well, uhmmm... ahhhh. I suppose I was just a bit aroused, Detective James. I mean, you are a very handsome man," I told him. Then Detective James said, "That's why it's so hard for me to say this. I have to tell you, Di. I'm very disappointed in you. Drug possession is a serious crime in this state." I looked toward him and saw a vial of coke in his fingers. I was shaken to the core and I could not believe what I was hearing. I felt trapped. I said "That's not mine; I mean I didn't put it in there. It must be my girlfriend's, not mine. My God I would never do that, never." I began to cry I felt so helpless. Then he opened his other hand, showing me a second vial of cocaine. I heard Detective James say "One vial is possession. Two vials is distribution; a Class III felony. I'm going to have to take you in." "It's my girlfriend's. It has to be my girlfriend's," I shouted. He roughly turned me around, pulled my arms behind my back and slapped handcuffs on my wrists. It all happened so quickly. James led me to his car, opened the back door and held my head as he pushed me into the back seat. I couldn't believe I was in this situation but I was. I was balling now. I couldn't understand why this was happening. It was all so unfair. I don't even use coke. I was frantically trying to figure it all out as he drove me to the police station. I had to find a way out. I couldn't let this happen. I had to find a way to get through to him. I just had to somehow get Bud involved. "Detective James. Please, is there another way? Please..." I pleaded with my wrists aching from the sharp edges of the handcuffs grinding against them. I felt humiliated, both for being in cuffs and having to beg for some relief from a situation that I should never have been in. He didn't even reply, treating me as if I were not even there and I saw passing motorists looking at me in the back of his car, knowing I was under arrest and leering at me as if I were a common criminal. Up ahead was a T in the road. Go left and we'd be at the police station in a matter of minutes. To the right was the road to our house, where Bud was probably waiting for me to get home. I gave it one last try. "Detective James. Please, can you just take me home and discuss this with my husband. I'm sure he can help explain." He reached up and adjusted his rear view mirror. "Di, criminals need to be in prison. I'm not too keen on risking my reputation on a common drug dealer. But, I'll give you one chance. One chance to convince me that you're not dealing drugs. You'd better hope your husband can explain this." He made the right turn. It gave me the first sign of hope. "Oh my God, thank you. Oh thank you, Detective James." Bud would be home from work by now. He'd better be. When we turned onto our block, I looked around for neighbors out in their yards, but thankfully none were. We pulled into the driveway and thank god, Bud's car was there. "Do I have to get out in these?" I asked. Detective James didn't even bother to answer. He got out, helped me out of the back seat and escorted me to the front door with my arms behind me in cuffs and his hand on the small of my back. I was frantic with embarrassment and worry, wondering if the nosy old neighborhood biddies would see. "Hurry, Bud. Hurry," I pleaded as Detective James rang the bell. After what seemed forever, Bud opened the door. His eyes opened wide as saucers and his jaw dropped at the sight of me in cuffs. Detective James introduced himself as we stood there, exposed to the neighborhood. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, Bud stepped aside and invited the detective inside. The front door closing behind me was a relief. But, I knew I was still in trouble. I was in cuffs and as I stood before him, Bud could see the troubled look on my face. "What's going on here, officer?" he asked. Detective James explained the situation to Bud. He'd pulled me over for traffic violations. I didn't have a valid license or registration. He'd searched me and the car and found two vials of cocaine. He held out the vials in the palm of his hand. I wanted to yell out at Bud, "It's my girlfriend's, Bud." But, I knew James had heard that a hundred times before. I held my tongue and simply said, "It's not mine, Bud. I never had that. I didn't do it, Darling." Detective James glared at me before continuing. "I shouldn't have. But, I promised to bring her here so that you might be able to help clear things up before I fill out a report that will put her in prison." I couldn't stand it anymore. I jumped in. "Bud that coke's not mine. It was in my girlfriend's purse." Detective James spoke softly. "Dear, Di... Dear dear, Di... I am going to tell you this one time and one time only. If you insist on trying to tell me that you did not do what all this evidence proves that you did I will fill out the report right now and sign it. If you are honest with me and admit that you did it, I'll see if there is a way to keep you out of jail. I looked at Bud. Our eyes met. I could see his mind working, trying to find a way out. He's good at that, working quickly through problems and I needed him to work quickly through this. "Help me, Bud" I pleaded; my wrists and shoulders struggling against my bonds. Bud jumped in and suggested we all sit and discuss my predicament over a drink and led us into the lounge. James insisted I stay in the cuffs. "She's still under arrest," he said. I sat on the sofa across from James, and Bud poured us all a scotch. He must've known I needed a stiff drink because he raised the glass to my lips and poured a healthy amount into my mouth. Bud reasoned with Detective James over the course of two drinks, vouching for my character and pleading my case. It's strange to describe, but they seemed to form a strange bond based on doing what's right for me and making sure I was treated well and I found myself not only warming to my captor, but caring for him and feeling that his power over me was somehow comforting to me. Finally, James turned to me and offered a compromise. He continued, "I can live with a young woman taking drugs because she's depressed and all alone in a new city. But I won't stand for a liar with evidence like this. Are you ready to go to prison for 15 years; lose your husband, your home, your future? If you admit to what you did, and sign a statement to that effect, I won't file a report." I sat there with my mind spinning. If I told the truth, I would be going to jail. If I admitted to the crime he would not press charges. I could not believe it; lie and I'm OK, lie and I go to jail. He looked at me and said "Come on Di, admit it, was this cocaine yours or not?" I looked at Bud. He knew the coke wasn't mine. He knew me too well for that. But, I also knew from his expression that he thought it best to admit it. I looked at James and said softly, "Yes, it was mine." I saw him smile and then he said. "OK, now just one more thing. I want you to write down in your own handwriting and admit to me that you had the cocaine and how sorry you are. If you don't, off to jail you go." He took the handcuffs off my wrists and I shook them, releasing the pain from my arms and shoulders. He handed me his notepad and a pen. I took a strong drink of scotch and crafted my statement with Bud looking over my shoulder. When it was finished, I signed it and handed it to him. "Do you know what all this means, Di?" James asked. I looked at him and said, "Yes, you are giving me a second chance." "Yes, and you are one very lucky girl," James said. "But, if you ever get into any more trouble, I'll use this statement against you." Bud and I were ecstatic and all smiles. Bud poured another round of drinks. I felt the liquor warming me as it slid down my throat. And, I realized how close I had come to real trouble and I was suddenly emotional again and began sobbing openly. A huge weight had dropped from my shoulders. I was free from my troubles. Free from peril. Detective James sat down beside me and put his arm around my shoulders. "Now, now, Di. Don't cry. Everything's going to be okay." His strong arm enveloped me in a blanket of warmth and security. He had wielded so much power over me and because of it I felt his dominance over me. I turned my head into his neck and cried. As my tears rolled onto his neck, he caressed me and I thought of the wonderfully erotic nature of the way he had frisked me back at the scene of my arrest. I wanted him to touch me like that again and I wanted him to do it with Bud watching and approving. A Traffic Stop by a Good Cop Bud and I are so in sync that he sensed my desire. "Let yourself go, Di. Let yourself fall into his arms," he said softly, first looking at me and then at Detective James. His words were like a green light to me. Bud and I had always fantasized about sharing me with another man but I never thought it would come true. Now, out of nowhere, this powerful man, both in a physical and emotional sense was holding me. And, now our fantasy might possibly come true. All I had to do was let it happen. I tilted my head up, looked into Detective James's eyes and put my lips to his. He pulled me in close to his chest and we embraced passionately. My hand brushed across his crotch, finding him erect and I let out an audible gasp as I took measure of his size. "Mmmm, so nice and big," I coo'ed. My passion consumed me. Incredibly, I was aroused almost to the point of orgasm by his kiss and his body's response to me. I writhed in his arms, running my hands through his curly hair and moving my leg over his. He could feel my breathing speed up as he began to play with my nipples, his big fingers dancing across them outside my top. As our tongues intertwined, James's hand slid under the hem of my skirt and into my panties. I heard a slight gasp, and I'm sure Bud could hear it to, when his fingers found me already moist. I moaned as I felt Detective James's fingers push into my wet, velvety pussy. I spread my legs to give him better access. As his finger began to slide in and out, my hips moved up from the sofa, encouraging him to go deeper and I moaned in frustration when he suddenly pulled his finger out and left me lying on the sofa with my legs spread open and my skirt once again above my hips. With a loud ripping noise, Detective James stripped off his gun belt and draped it across the back of the sofa. He wasted no time in getting out of uniform and once naked, he stood in front of me, his huge cock standing erect and ready for my mouth. "Suck his cock, Di," Bud said to me from his seat across the room. He was obviously enjoying this, evidenced by the tent poling in his slacks. I moved to the edge of the cushion, leaned forward and took James's big head into my mouth. His cock felt huge in my mouth as I sucked and sucked on it. He was holding my head in both hands, bucking his hips backwards and forwards as he fucked my face. I could feel the wide head of his cock bump against the entrance to my throat and licked up and down his shaft with my tongue. I cupped his huge balls in my hand. They felt so tight, so full. I knew that he was going to give me a huge load of cum at any moment and I didn't want it there so I pulled away from him and pulled him onto the sofa. "Fuck my hot pussy, Detective James. Let me ride that big cock," I hissed. When I sat back down onto the tops of his legs he lifted my ass with his strong hands. I felt hot skin at the entrance to my sex, and with my lips close to his ear, I grunted and sucked in my breath. He pushed in and I felt my vagina suddenly grow tighter around his huge shaft as it slid over his cock. I felt his heart pounding inside his chest and sweat beads on his brow as he slid fully inside me. I was breathing more rapidly now. And, I couldn't think of anything but the tightness of my cunt as it squeezed him at the base of his penis and I wondered if he could feel me quivering around his shaft. An unintentional moan escaped James's lips as I began moving my hips in rhythm with his thrusts. I knew Bud was close by, hearing my whimpers and gasps of pleasure. I turned my head and found him slowly stroking his cock. "Yes! Yes!" I moaned in an excited whisper. "Fuck me, James...Oh, god, fuck me so good!" I turned back to James and our mouths met once again in a passionate kiss. Seconds later, I felt a hand on my shoulder, turned and without hesitation I took Bud's cock into my mouth. He moaned. I lifted upward, allowing James's penis to slip out until just the head was inside. Bud pushed his cock deep into my mouth. With my hips pulled up, only a few inches of James's penis was left inside me. Not to be denied, he pushed back in, encasing himself in my warmth again. As he pushed in, I pulled Bud's cock out of my mouth until only the head remained between my lips. Soon a rhythm began. As Bud's penis would go in, and James's would slip out. In and out... in and out. After a few missed beats they began to move together. Suddenly my two lovers were like dancers moving in perfect tempo. As James pushed inside, I would gasp and Bud would moan. Then James's penis would slip out and Bud's in again. My gasps turned to whimpers of pleasure with each plunge of the two meaty cocks. Arousal consumed me. James bucked his hips upward and quickly pulled back until just the head was inside. A second later I was fed cock by Bud. James would wait an instant and then push inside again as Bud pulled his penis out of my mouth. I was buffeted like a rag doll between the two men, pushed down by the weight of Bud's thrusts, and then forced upward by the hips below. I could no longer control any movement... like a prisoner of passion. My body began to tremble as waves of pleasure consumed me. It didn't take long for the incredible and surreal feeling to send me over the top, hurtling me willingly into an amazing climax. Both men knew the signs. My grunts and moans spurred them on. James's hips began to lift off the sofa and Bud's hand joined mine at the base of his cock, helping me jerk it to the point of no return. Suddenly the rhythm was lost and both of my lovers readied themselves to cum in me at the same time. I continued a thunderous orgasm and the powerful contractions inside my cunt were too much for James. He pushed hard one last time. His penis throbbed and the head expanded as his thick juice shot out of the pulsing shaft deep inside my velvety hole. Bud grunted in pleasure and he grabbed the back of my head to hold my mouth over his cock. I moaned uncontrollably to the throbbing of the James's cock in the other hole. With a scream of pleasure, Bud emptied the contents of his balls into my mouth; over filling it with hot cum to the point of leaking out and streaming down my chin. To say I don't love my husband's cum would be an understatement. The fact is I'm totally addicted to it. I love the way it feels in my mouth and on my face. I love the taste of it and I want as much of it as I can get, each time we make love. It made me delirious to have it all over my lips and chin and I threw my head back and felt my body quivering. I don't know how long it was before I stopped whimpering. I vaguely felt movement as James pulled out of my swollen pussy. I couldn't believe how fast this had all happened. I lay back on the sofa, cum dripping from my pussy and chin. I felt ravaged, both emotionally from the threat to my freedom and physically from sex with Detective James and Bud. My travails were over and my fantasy had finally come true. All because of a Traffic Stop by a Good Cop.