4 comments/ 24632 views/ 2 favorites Pleasure for the Traffic Cop By: dreammaker623 I knew it would be happening any day now. Sometimes it may take you awhile to come see me, but lucky for me, you never stay away for too long. I had heard from you earlier in the day, which was odd for a weekend, to ask what I was doing that night. As soon as I told you I would be leaving at 8 to meet up with friends for a few drinks you suddenly had to go. I shrugged it off. I know sometimes you just have to go in a hurry. I start getting ready about 7 to go out. Feeling somewhat naughty I picked out a red lacy bra and matching panties to put on after my shower. I know that when I'm drinking I usually want to meet someone afterwards. Glancing at the clock, and leaving right on time, I grabbed my keys and purse and headed out the door. I notice right away headlights down the street but it didn't alarm me; I live in a somewhat busy subdivision. I back out and started heading for the bar. Five minutes into the drive I noticed a car following pretty close behind me. I switch lanes, maybe he's trying to get around. The car pulled right behind me and then I see the lights. Red, blue and flashing and shit I really don't need this now. As I pull over, I sat quietly waiting for what seems like an eternity. Hundreds of reasons run through my mind. Did I not stop all the way? Was I speeding? Expired tags? Hoping for just a short stop I rolled down my window when I hear the officer's door open. The headlights shining on the mirrors from the patrol car are so bright I can barely make out a frame. I think to myself that the lack of traffic of any kind on this road doesn't help either. I'll probably be getting a ticket just to keep this officer awake tonight. I hear the voice first. "Do you know why I pulled you over ma'am?" I knew right away it was you. Feeling playful and knowing a huge grin is covering my face I play it coy. You are sooooooo going to pay for scaring me like this. "No Officer I don't," I respond. "Well it seems like you are in quite a hurry to get somewhere this evening. Mind telling me where?" "No where special. It's just that I got this new bra and panties and after I meet some co-workers for drinks I'm hoping to show it off to someone. I didn't mean to be in a hurry. I'll slow down I promise." I hear the crack in your voice as you try to say, "Sorry ma'am I'm going to have to search your car." You open the door for me and as I step out. Your strong hand on my elbow begins to lead me to the hood of the car. You push me down against it, I can feel your heat and firmness behind me as you lean forward to whisper in my ear, "I'll be right back Miss." You come back minutes later and tell me while you found nothing in the car you'd like to search me further. I reach for the front of your pants and say, as I drop to my knees, "looks like I'm not the one trying to conceal something Officer." I undo your pants and reach inside them, pulling out your hard, throbbing member. You moan loudly as I bring the tip of my tongue to the head of your cock. You let me suck and lick you for a few minutes before you try to pull me up. "Wait, we can't do this here." "Yes we will be" I mumble as I take you deep in my mouth. "Shit, Aimee. A car could come any minutes. Let's just get in the back of your truck." "Nope, better stop arguing with me and let me finish, I'm already late." I start sucking and licking as I think to myself, OH YESSSS, THIS HAS ALWAYS BEEN A FANTISY OF MINE!!!! I look up to a sexy image of your shadowed face tilted down, eyes tightly shut, hands against the truck holding you up as you start to pump your hips faster towards my warm wet mouth. From the left I can start to see a dim light. Not wanting to alarm you by pointing it out, I start to suck faster. One hand is grabbing your ass forward causing you rock hard cock to ram deeper in my throat and my other hand is massaging your balls. I can see the light in the corner of my eye starting to become two lights. Two lights that are just the right height to be from a car. I start to moan and deep throat you knowing that is your weakness. You grunt as you freeze in place and I can feel your hot sticky cum fill my mouth. You lean against the car as I stand just as the headlights illuminate us, slow down, noticing the squad car, and then continue to drive by. You're speechless as you redo your pants. As the thought crosses my mind that you may not have been happy with my persistence as to blowing you on the side of the road you say, "Oh my God, that was fucking hot!" A smile crosses my face as I turn, get in the car, and leave. I know that while I will still enjoy the evening, I will not be needing late night company. Pleasure for the Traffic Cop Ch. 02 This story is a response to "Pleasure for the Traffic Cop" by Dreammaker623. * Its always the same way with Aimee and I. We meet for anonymous sex, go our ways, and I try to forget her. I try because I have so much to lose. But I can never stop thinking of her and the things that she can do to me. I called her on Saturday because I couldn't stand it anymore. It had been weeks since we had been together. Weeks of trying to make things work at home with the wife. I was feeling very pent up. I usually never call Aimee on the weekends. She usually has something planned. It was the same this time: a night out at the bar with her friends. She offered to cancel. I just asked her what time she was going. She said, "Eight or so." Then I hung up. I drove to Aimee's subdivision. I knew that I shouldn't because it was way outside of my assigned area. Oh yeah, I'm a cop. No, you cannot call me "cop." To you I'm a police officer. I was so far away from my area that neither my radio nor my in-car computer worked. Way outta range. I watched Aimee's house. I could see that her bedroom light was on. But her family was home too. Goddamn them. I thought about how Aimee and I met. On the Internet. Its crazy, I always tell people not to meet anyone on the Internet. Oh well, its worked for me. I went looking on the net because I was wasn't getting enough satisfaction at home. I don't understand why. I've been told that I'm good looking, and God knows that I work out all the time. Nothing at all wrong with my body. Truth is, I stay in shape for the wrong reasons. I make this show at work of being an intellectual, a "good" cop. I went back to law school on my own, I work tons of overtime to buy expensive, designer clothes, I read philosophy. Truth is, at heart I'm a thug. I love to chase some punk kid half my age and catch him. And then administer a beating. Its perfect because no complains about the beat down after a 1/2 mile foot chase. Of course, I know what my wife's excuse is. I'm too big. I really have no way of knowing if my cock is large or not, but I've had two wives and they both claim that it is so big that it hurts. Hell, my current wife and I go to the same doctor. The doctor, a female, told my wife that I was awfully big. I'd say that she's an expert. Oh yeah, I was watching Aimee's house. She finally walks out and gets in her SUV. I follow her as she pulls out. I follow for a few minutes. Hand on the one and three, the switches to activate my emergency lights. I shouldn't do this, and I know it. Aimee changes lanes. She obviously wants me to go by. Fuck it, I activate my lights. I sit in the patrol car for a few moments. Normally, I'm right up on the car that I pulled over, going through the routine. "I stopped you because you're a shit head in a no shit head zone. License and registration. Where you going? Where you coming from? Step out of the car." This time I hesitate. There is still time to back out. I finally step out. My cock is rigid, pressing against the thick wool fabric of my pants. I walk up and see Aimee. She is trembling, scared. I ask her if she knows why I stopped her. What the fuck, I never use that line! She doesn't. I tell her that she was driving a little fast. Its a lie and she knows it. She is smiling now. She recognizes me even though she has never seen me in uniform. I ask her where she is going. She says that she is meeting friends at the bar. I tell her to exit her car so that I can search. I take her arm with my hand and "help" her out of the car. I push her against the hood of her car and lean in. My cock is pressing against her firm, round, thighs. The woman has curves like you wouldn't believe. Ass, breasts, everything. I lean and whisper in her ear that I'll be right back. I actually search her car. There are condoms and a "toy" in her purse. No surprise. Her cell phone has pictures of her naked, of a couple of guys naked. Again, no surprise. I don't find anything illegal, not even a little weed. Oddly, I'm a bit surprised. I walk back to her and tell her that I didn't find anything but that I'm going to have to search her. This is where it is going to get fun. I have it all planned out: a little pat down, playfully put the handcuffs on her, put her in my patrol car, then drive to a quite spot where we can take care of business. Fun. She obviously have other ideas. She walks up to me and grabs the front of my pants, my zipper, and start unzipping. I'm surprised because she never takes the lead. I tell her to stop and that its too dangerous, but I don't mean it. Aimee drops to her knees right on the road. She has my zipper down, but it is impossible to get my hard cock out with all of my equipment on. She thinks that she is in control, but I quickly remove my gun belt and undo my pants belt. I let her think that she is in charge. Aimee undoes my pants and lets them fall to the ground. I groan as she strokes my cock with both hands. Damn, I am so hard that it feels like my cock will split. Her hands are so strong but so soft. She strokes at the perfect tempo, and I moan again. I can barely keep from cumming already, but I want it to last. I look down at Aimee and see that she looks like she is praying, on her knees, hands clasped on my cock. I put one hand on the roof of her car and lean forward. Aimee knows me well and knows what I want. She flicks her tongue on the head of my cock, licking it and kissing the tip. She is so good that this feels better that most full out blow jobs. She strokes my shaft with one hand while licking the head. I begin to rock my hips into her as I feel her other hand grab my ass. She pulls my ass forward and my cock to her mouth. She slides my cock into her mouth and down her throat in one slow, smooth motion. I nearly erupt. No one, not even Aimee, has ever been able to take my whole cock. Of course, this is the first time I have had Aimee on her knees because we are usually in a car. She gags a little and begins to slide my cock out of her mouth. I am disappointed but I can't blame her. But she surprises me by pulling my cock back into her mouth and into her throat. I gasp and thrust my hips forward, jamming my cock down her throat. She gags again, and I realize that I like it. I rock my hips back, but she pulls my ass forward again. I ram my cock into her mouth again. She gags, but I realize that she likes this too. I feel like I am really losing control now, but I don't care. I grab her hair with my hand, two handfuls, and pull her mouth onto my cock harder. Not only does she not resist, she drives her mouth onto my cock harder and harder. We go on like this for a few moments. I am fighting not to cum, and Aimee is getting wilder and wilder. I feel her hand slide off of my ass and reach further around. I am too out of control to stop her or say anything as I feel her fingers touch my asshole. She caresses it lightly while I drive my cock into her mouth. It all feels so good, but I see headlights out of the corner of my eye. I don't care, but I hope that Aimee doesn't see. I have to cum before we stop and I don't care about passing motorists. At that moment Aimee slides just the tip of her finger into my ass. That puts me over the top. I cum into her mouth, so hard that I have to pull out of her mouth. Cum sprays on her face and breasts, all over her torso. Its a mess. She just smiles and wipes her face with her sleeve. I look over and see a car with three college age females drive by. The driver looks disgusted, but the other two are smiling and clapping. God, I love this country. I pull my pants up and tell Aimee, "I'm gonna let you off with a warning. But I'll be watching this area from now on so behave." She plays along and gets back into her car. As Aimee drives off I think to myself, "Now that is gonna be one hell of a patrol car video."