0 comments/ 27474 views/ 0 favorites On the Way to Vegas Ch. 01 By: Bad Mischa Bad I was so tired, it took all my focus to stay awake. I don't know what made me think I could leave work late and still be okay drive to Vegas. A group of my best girl friends were meeting out in Sin City for Labor Day, but as I had just gotten a new job, I didn't feel right asking for Friday off. They were already there, and as I drove on the darkened highway, I wished I had bought a ticket and flown. Now, here I was, maybe two hours away from Vegas, out in the desert, by myself with no one to talk to, falling asleep! Yawning, I cranked up the radio and blinked a few times; it wasn't enough. I turned the AC up to high, trained the vents to hit me on various parts of my body. That seemed to work a little, but I caught myself starting to drift off about ten minutes later. Cursing, I brought my car back into its lane, grateful I was traveling late at night. No one was around me, which was perhaps my only saving grace. I was thinking I had gotten away with my little slip when I heard a siren and saw flashing lights in my rearview. Fuck me! Putting on my blinker, I navigated to the side of the road. I sat there for a moment, frozen with fear. Did the cop see me swerve? I jumped in my seat when the officer knocked on my window. Slowly, I rolled the window down and looked up at him. Broad shoulders, chiseled face. Yummy. "License and registration please." Good voice, too, and big hands. I stared at the fingers gripping his little notebook for a moment before responding to his request. Fumbling in my purse and glove box, I swore at myself again. I'm getting pulled over, and all I think of was the cop was hot? What the hell is wrong with me?? As I handed my license and registration card to him, I noticed his eyes narrow. Look calm, look awake, I chanted silently. Look innocent. But I was having trouble looking the police officer in the eye. "Do you know why I pulled you over ma'am?" I shook my head a little, worried. The cop gestured back down the highway. "No? You swerved across two lanes, ma'am, and did it while speeding." Crap. Two lanes? I grimaced as he glared down at me. That wasn't a little slip. No wonder he pulled me over. "Have you been drinking..." he paused to look at my license, "Ms. Carter?" He stared at me intently, head cocked to the side to better see my face. "N-no, officer." Great Lana, that was convincing. Even I heard the tremble in my voice. "Wait right here." He headed back to his vehicle, and I smacked my palm against my head. Stupid, stupid! Noticing for the first time that my stereo was still blasting, I turned it off then looked around. The policeman was in his car, checking everything. I fiddled with my purse, turned down the air, played with the hem of my skirt before he finally returned. "Ms. Carter, are you sure you haven't been drinking?" His body was imposing, one hand resting on the roof of my car as he leaned down to hand my cards back to me. "No, officer." "Great, then you wouldn't mind stepping out of the car, would you?" I blinked in surprise and looked at him fully. His face was stony; he wasn't joking. "Um...no, sir." I unbuckled myself and got out of the car. "If you'll move to this side, please." I followed him to the passenger side, the part furthest from the road. He had me do the standard drunk driving test; walking in a straight line, asking me questions. I must have convinced him of my sobriety, surely I did, as I performed them perfectly, but I was shocked as he instructed me to place my hands against my car. "What?" "Please place your hands on the roof of your car," he repeated, all business. When I did so, he kicked my feet further apart and stepped close to me. "I'm going to pat you down, then take you into the station to do a breathalyzer test." What?! No, no, no. I turned to face him directly, gazing up at his face. "Officer, there's been a misunderstanding. I'm not drunk! I haven't had any alcohol at all! I'm driving to Vegas to meet some girl friends, I left work late, and I'm just tired. That's why I swerved a little. Just some exhaustion, you understand, right?" "Ma'am, please turn around." This time he forcibly turned me. "This will go smoother if you just cooperate." I couldn't do anything, and fighting was obviously going to make this worse, so I faced my car quietly. At least he didn't put on the spotlight, and had turned off his headlights. This way, most of this humiliating experience would be blocked from the other cars that occasionally drove by. I felt his hands on my shoulders, moving up my neck, under my long hair, over my scalp. They felt more like a caress than a grope, and I relaxed a little. They traveled back down to my shoulders, around my neck, down my arms. Slowly, ever so slowly, he moved his hands back up then across my chest, just grazing my nipples. I shivered a little; my nipples had gotten hard earlier when I had the air blowing on me, and had yet to soften. His touch sent warmth zipping down my body, down to my sex. This wasn't so bad. I felt him hesitate a little, then press his hips against me. Ohmigod, he was hard! I felt it against my ass, which I realized was thrust outwards in what must have been an enticing pose. I jolted, but one hand spread out on my belly and held me still as he rubbed himself against me. "Shhh. Calm down. I'm going to continue an on-sight investigation, and if I'm satisfied, I can let you go. Otherwise, if you resist, I'll handcuff you and take you down to the station." On-sight investigation? What was he talking about? Shouldn't this just be a traffic violation? I had never been pulled over before, so I was unsure of the procedure. I watched some cop shows on TV, and knew policemen drove with video cameras on their dash and did pat down people on the side of the road. But this wasn't the proper procedure for pulling someone over, right? I felt him shift, and he placed his handcuffs on my roof, directly in front of my face. It was a visual exclamation point to his statement, and I thought of my mini vacation. A jail cell in a town where I knew no one was not how I pictured my weekend going, so I stood still. "Just relax," he whispered into my ear, laying his hat beside his cuffs. He started his 'pat down' again, his fingers stroking through my hair over and over. I loved it when people played with my hair, and sighed softly. I heard him laugh quietly, then kiss my neck, running his tongue along my ear. His hands once again moved across my chest, but unlike last time, they lingered on my breasts. Ever so lightly, he moved his palms over my hardened tips, back and forth, back and forth. No other part of his hands touched my breasts, and he took his time teasing me. I felt my pussy grow moist, and I couldn't deny that I wasn't enjoying this. "I saw these poking through this thin shirt of yours. They are begging to be touched." I groaned, my legs closing. I wanted to rub them together, rub my clit, but his feet stopped me. He adjusted my hips so they stuck out more, so they were cushioned against his own. "Uh uh, Ms. Carter. You are not to move from this position, do you hear me?" One hand left my breast to slap heavily against my ass. I let out a yelp and bobbed my head up and down. He smacked my ass again. "I asked you a question, ma'am. Do you understand?" He pushed my skirt up over my hips, then settled against me. I realized that during his pause earlier, he had either removed or pushed his pants down his legs, because his erection now rested freely between my legs. "Y-yes, officer." I murmured. I could feel the heat from his cock through my silk panties; any earlier hesitation on my part was now gone. I wanted to feel him in me badly and I wasn't going to jeopardize my chance. "Good." Both hands now moved back up to my tits. I was wearing a shirt that crisscrossed in the front, and he undid the ties, pushing my bra down. Massaging, lifting, stroking my breasts at his leisure, I felt his mouth travel all across my neck, suckling the skin there. He was thrusting in between my legs, his head occasionally brushing my clit. "I can already feel how wet you are. I can feel it through your panties." He moved down my body, his fingers running in my skirt's waistband, over my ass, down my legs. His hands gripped my ankles, moving them further apart, and I realized I could feel his breath on my pussy. The idea made me burn. I was so hot, my body so tense, waiting his next move. I wanted to feel his hands all over my body, wanted to feel him fuck me, that my mind was only focused on fucking. Every other thought fled my mind. Slowly, I felt him kiss my mound, his tongue running over the wet spot on the crotch of my underwear. A fine tremor was moving through me, and he must have felt it, because he laughed. "Now you're ready to obey, hm?" Casually, he spanked me again, then tugged my panties down my legs, stretching the material. Moving quickly, his mouth met my pussy, and he devoured me, lapping up the wetness, his hands alternately squeezing my ass and rubbing my clit. I felt his tongue dip in between my folds to find my clit. He reached around to continue fingering my clit as he licked deep into me. His free hand came up to slide a finger in my opening, pumping a few times before pulling out. I groaned, first because I wanted to feel something thrust into me, then because that wet finger began circling my asshole. I realized my eyes were closed, so I opened them, looking downwards, and was rewarded with the sight of his cock, so hard it was not only standing upwards, but almost pointing backwards to his belly. It wasn't overly long but it was thick and beautiful; just the thought of him plunging it into me, coupled with the sensations of his mouth and hands, had me cumming all over his face. Standing swiftly, he gripped my hips and shoved himself into me. He slid in easily, my juices making it easy. He set a rapid pace and I pushed back to meet him. He gripped the back of my neck gruffly, twisting me so his mouth could settle on mine, his tongue parting my lips, his hands stroking the entire front of my body. They moved up to my breasts, twisting and pinching my nipples, before rubbing my clit. "You will not speed any longer, will you, Ms. Carter?" He spoke against my mouth, fucking me harder. "No, officer," I managed to mumble, resting my head against his shoulder, his arms encircling me tightly as he leaned over me. One hand moved down to my pussy, first slapping my clit lightly, then rubbing it fully with his palm, over and over. I had not dared to lift my hands off my car; instead, they scrambled over the surface, looking for purchase, finally gripping one door handle and the roof. I shoved back at him again and again, till I felt myself spasm around his cock, this second orgasm more intense than the first. I cried out as the orgasm rocked me, and I heard him grunt, moving in deeper than before, till he finally shot his cum into me. I felt his cock spurt again and again, and reveled in the wanton feelings. Gradually, both of our breathing returned to normal, our bodies settling. I felt his cock plop out of me, and heard him dress. Still shocked at the situation, I reached down to fix my bra and shirt. Reality was beginning to set in. I couldn't believe I had just fucked someone on the side of the road, out in the open. And that someone was a cop!! Feeling awkward, I kept my body turned towards the car, even as I felt him pull my panties back up and my skirt back down. "I'm satisfied that you haven't been drinking tonight, so I won't bring you down to the station. However," he cleared his throat, "It really isn't safe to drive while you're tired. Do you need a place to sleep?" Surprised, I looked up at him. A smile was curving up his lips, and he looked friendly, despite my initial fear and worry. My gut said trust him, so I nodded, and grinned back. "That'd be great. But aren't you on duty?" His grin only got wider as he collected his cuffs and hat off my car. "I'm off duty. Been off duty for about an hour now." He winked at me, and I realized he stopped me on his way home. That was why he left the spotlight off, and I was willing to bet the video camera on his dash was turned off as well. "Follow me." I knew I should be horrified at the situation, that I should feel awful about what just happened. But instead, I found myself satisfied and interested, so, laughing, I got into my car to follow him down the highway. On the Way to Vegas Ch. 02 This story is a continuation of "On the Way to Vegas Chapter 1". ********** I had no fear as I followed my police officer down the highway. We took the first exit, went through a light, and pulled into small motel. As the officer got out of his car and got us a room, I had called my friends to tell them that I was tired and was going to stop somewhere for the night. Now, while still tired, I was more curious and eager to explore, and being less than two hours away from Vegas, I could take my time. I finished with my phone call and moved over to the small exterior office just in time to see the night manager slide a key and a receipt through an opening in the window. "You're ready to go, sir," he said. "Just sign here." I leaned against him, seeing that him scrawl the name 'Jack Donovan' on the dotted line. We bid the sleepy man a good night and headed down the outside corridor to our room. We were silent the whole way, and it wasn't until we were inside a first floor room and the door was shut behind us, that Officer Jack even looked at me. I was concerned that he was regretting his decision, especially being seen in uniform with a woman at a shady motel. I shouldn't have worried. Jack pinned me against the door, rubbing the length of his body against me as he kissed me deeply. I could feel something pressing against me; thinking it was his utility belt, I wiggled my hand in between our bodies to unlatch it. It wasn't his belt, though. It was his semi-hard erection, and I marveled that he had recovered so quickly. Breathing hard, he pulled back, staring down at me with a naughty expression on his face, a finger tracing the outline of my lips. "I don't think I had the proper time and light to fully examine you. I'm concerned that I wasn't thinking with the right head when I was trying to do my civic duty." My tongue snuck out of my mouth to lick at his finger before I slid away from him, walking to the window to pull the curtain. I made sure to wiggle my hips as I bent towards a table lamp to switch it on. I walked to the other side of the room to turn the floor lamp on as well. Finally, I faced him, smiling. "I don't want to stand in the way of any search. I know it's best to cooperate with our boys in blue. So, you let me know what I need to do to comply with your...search, Officer Donovan, and I'll do it." He grinned at me and took a moment to slip his shoes off and drop his keys and hat on the table by the door. He perched on the edge of the bed, and gazed at me, sizing me up. "First," he said, signaling me to come closer to him, "I need to check you for any weapons." Once I stood in between his legs, his hands rose to untie my shirt, slowly pulling it open, and sliding it down my arms. I shivered at his dawdling, goose bumps rising along my skin. Officer Jack, I noticed, had piercing blue eyes, eyes that seemed to consume every inch of exposed flesh; it was a thrilling feeling. Once my shirt was tossed carelessly aside, his fingers hooked into the waistband of my skirt and tugged it down. I let it fall, then kicked it away as well, and stood there, in my skimpy bra and panties. My breath caught as he smoothed his finger on the lace edge of my demi-cup bra ever so delicately. He traced along the edges, along the one side, dipping into my cleavage, then the other. His finger then slithered under the material and under-wire to tease the bottoms of my breasts. "These are pretty," he murmured as his fingers ran up the thin straps. "I didn't get a chance to really see them earlier." "Which?" I asked, smiling. "My breasts or my lingerie?" He laughed, a low, throaty sound. "Both," he replied, tugging the straps off my shoulders, reaching around me to undo the clasp. "By sight, this area looks clean, but sight can be deceiving." He then leaned forward, capturing one nipple, nibbling on it lightly, his hand cupping and massaging the other. I groaned, pushing my breast closer to his mouth, my hand running through his hair, pulling him closer as well. "No, Lana," he said, his hands placing my hands behind my back, "I have to complete my search uninterrupted." He grinned up at me, one hand easily holding my wrists behind my back. My giggle quickly turned to a soft moan as he turned his attention to my other nipple, thoroughly tonguing it, rolling it around. I got it; he wanted to torture the hell out of me. But as he rained kisses along my breasts, all over the top, his tongue darting out to lick the underside, I figured I could withstand this torture, at least for a little while. "Keep your hands here," he instructed, so I held my hands at the small of my back. His hands, both now free, stroked my flat belly, my hips, my ass, before he gripped the sides and tugged my panties completely off. He held my hips as I stepped out of those as well, helping me balance before turning me around. "Bend over slightly." I did as he asked, knowing I was exposing my bare pussy and ass to him, and was rewarded with his groan. His hands stroked me everywhere; over my ass cheeks and in between. Down between my legs and over my wet lips. Over my thighs and legs, paying special attention to my inner thighs and behind my knees. In no time, he had me quivering all over. "This area also looks just fine, but I'm going to need you to lie down on the bed and spread your legs." He guided me into just the position he wanted me in, half propped up on the pillows, my legs spread wide for him. He had me hold my ankles, and smiled as he took in this sight. I could not remember being this spread open for a lover before; it was fairly humbling, as nothing was left to the imagination, but I felt myself grow warmer under his gaze. I, too, had a bit of a show as Officer Jack began to take off his uniform, carefully folding his shirt and pants and setting them on a chair. I watched the muscles in his arms bunch as he moved, and my mouth watered as he faced me fully for the first time, his dick free and hard. In one hand he held his handcuffs; the other his nightstick. "Am I going to need these, or are you going to be good while I continue my search?" I gasped a little, but gave him a big smile. "I don't know, officer. You may want to bring them over just in case." He returned my grin, setting them right beside me on the bed. "You're absolutely right. A policeman is always prepared." He went to the foot of the bed and looked me over, his hand stroking his cock. It was so erotic watching him jack himself off, but I didn't want him to waste any of that beautiful cock. "Save some of that. I want to feel it thrusting in me, fucking me." His eyes widened playfully, his eyebrows lifting. "Why, Ms. Lana, are you propositioning an officer?" I paused for effect, then nodded my head decisively. "Yep." He laughed, crawling up the bed to me, lying with his face inches from my pussy. "You know what happens to women that proposition an officer, right?" His tongue flicked out over my clit, and I moaned softly, my eyes closing halfway as I shook my head. "They get exactly what they ask for." I watched as his mouth closed over my lips, sucking on them lightly as his tongue slipped between them, teasing my opening by only going in a little bit. He rested his palm on my clit, shifting it back and forth a little, and my hips jerked. He obviously tasted my pleasure because he slid his tongue and two fingers into my wet pussy. He continued this way for quite some time, until I was writhing under him, whimpering. He paid no heed, moving down to lick at my asshole, dipping his finger back into my pussy then pressing it against my hole. He did this earlier, but now, I was so slick that my juices were sliding down to my ass, and he had no trouble pushing one finger in. Returning to finger my clit again, he pressed his face against me, his tongue stroking against my inner walls. He didn't let me cum, though, pulling back before the tension he was building could release. I cried out, surging off the bed, but he held me down, his hands gripping my hips to keep me in place, his mouth moving over mine. I was so stirred up, tasting myself and him on his mouth, I hungrily returned his kiss. Reluctantly, he pulled away and grabbed his nightstick. Lightly, he tapped it against my mound, sliding it in between my lips, then moved it lower. "Relax for me Lana, and tell me if this is too much." "It's not," I assured him, holding my legs open wider for him. He nodded, dipping into my pussy, covering it my fluids, pumping it twice to see me squirm, then placed it against my ass. It was no wider than my dildo at home, so I wasn't concerned about it hurting; right now, I wanted every hole full. He eased it in and out, slowly at first, then quicker, his mouth returning to lick and lap at me. I bit my lip, trying to smother my cries, afraid I would start screaming at any moment. The image of him eating me, his arm pumping his black nightstick in and out of my ass was too much, and I started to cum. Quickly, he moved up my body, sliding that thick beautiful cock of his into my pussy. Still in the throes of my orgasm, my muscles gripped him, nursed his cock deeper into me. He thrusted wildly, his hands gripping my knees as he leaned forward, alternately sucking on my nipples and kissing me. He left the nightstick in my ass, so I had the amazing sensation of being completely filled, and I loved it. My hands gripped his shoulders, his arms as my hips lifted to meet his, already feeling another orgasm building. I held his face close to mine, nipping at his lips. "Cum for me, Officer Jack. Let go and cum in me. I want you to." His piercing gaze met mine, and I could see the lust on his face, the shaky hold he had. He was so close. "I want to feel your cock spasm in my pussy." That seemed to be enough for him and I felt the thick ropes coat me deep inside, his cock twitching over and over as it moved in me. I loved that feeling so much, and it was enough to cause my second orgasm, the waves slamming through me, my pussy clenching onto his cock. Finally, both of our bodies settled enough, and a shaky Jack lifted himself up off of me. I removed the stick and got up to visit the bathroom, when he grabbed me and settled my pussy over his face. "Let me," he said. I didn't have time to resist, as I felt his tongue tenderly moving over my sensitive flesh, cleaning me. God, that was so hot, and if I wasn't so tired, it would have been enough to set me off again. Instead, I stretched forward, gripping his cock, returning the favor, sliding my tongue along his length. I sucked the last few drops from his head before lifting my head, a satisfied smile on my face. I sighed as I settled next to him, his arm coming up around me, holding me close. I nudged the cuffs off the bed, and pulled the covers up over us. "We never got to use the handcuffs," I murmured drowsily. He kissed my forehead, tucking the covers around me. "There's always tomorrow morning," he replied with a smile.