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Pull Over

By: readcarefully



"Mr. and Mrs. Washington, please remember that we need you to be extra detailed about the events that happened with respect to use of the car," Ms. Jimenez explained. "I understand that these events are sometimes embarrassing to admit to, but the government will not allow the use of these driverless cars without a thorough testing in the real world. You agreed to the terms and I assure you that the matter will remain private. Our onboard cameras and computers capture almost every physical property about each passenger, but we need to pair those analytics with each passenger's state of mind. So, again, I will need you to be more thorough with your answers."

Ms. Jimenez never stated that the $10,000 we took six months ago to be part of this trial would need to be repaid, but we knew that would be her last bargaining chip. We were like two freshman busted for smoking cigarettes behind the bleachers and the principal had us sweating before our parents came to get us. Perhaps if she hadn't enjoyed cornering us we wouldn't have been so stage struck.

Roxy was especially freaked out. She stared at Ms. Jimenez to keep from screaming. This was going to end terribly. 

"Now," Ms. Jimenez continued, "the evening of May 9th?"

"Like I was saying," I tried for the fourth time, "Roxy and I were coming home from the play when we got a little frisky. We'd had a couple of glasses of wine and we were in the backseat. We kept our seatbelts fastened for most of trip and the car made it home safely." I smiled nervously hoping Ms. Jimenez would see the torture we were going through and end the interview. Roxy was squeezing my hand under the desk so hard that I could tell she was going to breakdown at any minute. "It was just the one time, I swear," I finished. 

"Our data," Ms. Jimenez began without looking up from her laptop, "graphically details this one episode and only episode, Mr. Washington. However, without your full recap of the event, I have no choice but to..."

"We saw Stomp at the theater," Roxy interrupted. "Not as good as what I remember seeing on Broadway, but the cast was remarkable and the wine was plentiful." She smiled hoping Ms. Jimenez would soften. Roxy was wearing a much less formal dress than the one she wore to the play, but she was just as beautiful. 

"Remarkable in what way, Ms. Washington?" Ms. Jimenez probed. I thought about arguing the question when the pressure of Roxy's hand tightened. 

"There was a chemistry between the dancers that was truly genuine," Roxy explained. "That kind of intimacy is something that starts with hours of rehearsal, but can only be that intense with weeks of being tightly wound together - day in, day out. Without fear or shame or care of the outside world."

"I still don't see where 'remarkable' fits in?" Ms. Jimenez argued while adjusting her laptop to get a better view of Roxy. Her desk was only occupied by her laptop and a notepad. She had no other distractions. 

"I immediately noticed two actors that were flirting from the moment they stepped on stage," Roxy remembered. "Though their parts didn't need their playful interaction, you could tell that they were flirting with each other. Maybe they were married or dating or just hooking up. But they had definitely fucked each other."

I almost fell out of my seat. Roxy was so matter of fact that I wasn't sure if she knew Ms. Jimenez was listening. 

"Go on," Ms. Jimenez calmly pressed. 

"Once I noticed their chemistry I couldn't stop wondering what they enjoyed about each other," Roxy pondered. "His smile was infectious and her arms were so tone."

Roxy paused for a moment while we all waited with a little confusion. 

"But when he strutted behind her and checked out her ass," Roxy nodded, "I knew that she could feel his stare because she was blushing. In the middle of a routine in front of hundreds of people, she could feel his energy. And, perhaps the wine was starting to kick in, but I could feel their energy as well."

"How so?" Ms. Jimenez questioned. 

"As I watched them flawlessly perform I couldn't stop thinking about how they could keep dancing when his dick must have been partially engorged and her pussy must have been aching," Roxy said without a hint of shame. "And as I romanticized about how they would need to fuck each other immediately after their performance, I wondered if he'd be fucking her from behind in the theater bathroom or if they'd head back to the hotel where she'd cowgirl him until morning. Those thoughts made my pussy so wet, Ms. Jimenez. So wet."

"And that's how you ended up in the car?" Ms. Jimenez pushed forward. 

"We'd ridden in the backseat several times before," Roxy continued as her grip on my hand loosened up. "At first we liked watching the faces of other people as we drove by with no driver."

"We get that a lot," Ms. Jimenez approved. 

"But sometimes we just liked feeling like we had a chauffeur or something," Roxy laughed. "That night I needed a chauffeur."

"Because you were so ... 'wet'?" Ms. Jimenez offered. 

"Of course, my husband here was clueless," Roxy smiled at me as I listened intently. "But my brain was jumping from the idea of the dick that dancer was about release and the dick that I knew had been freshly groomed for the evening for me."

As I began to blush and smile nervously at Ms. Jimenez, I realized that she already knew how I 'trimmed my hedges' thanks to the HD cameras located all over the car.

"Usually he wears white boxer briefs," Roxy explained, "which I have always liked. Very sexy, but he's always in them so it's not really special. I get them for him whenever they're on sale. But tonight I saw him grab a pair of tight black briefs that I hadn't bought him and I knew that he was trying to impress me." Roxy slowly turned toward me and blushed. 

"The backseat, Ms. Washington," Ms. Jimenez interrupted. 

"Yes, where was I?" Roxy said as she looked for her bookmark in midair. "The underwear!"

"The black briefs," Ms. Jimenez added. 

"I had every intent of seeing that underwear as soon as we got into the car," Roxy began, "but it didn't occur to me that I'd be so overcome by the sight of his dick that I'd lose all self-control."

"The wine," Ms. Jimenez offered in support. 

"A little, I guess," Roxy agreed tentatively. "But as I unbuttoned his pants under the seatbelt I could feel his dick moving and I completely forgot about the underwear which I wasn't going to really see because it was so dark. So I just pulled down his pants and underwear to his ankles and started sucking."

"And what were you thinking, Mr. Washington, at this moment?" Ms. Jimenez said to me as I began to feel a little aroused.

"I, uh, I guess," I stammered incoherently. Roxy's retelling of that evening had me so worked up that the loss of blood to my brain was obvious to both women. 

"His dick got incredibly hard and he pulled me off of him and gave me the wettest kiss I could ever remember," Roxy interrupted as I began to squeeze her hand. "That's when I removed my seatbelt and straddled him under my dress."

"Did he remove your underwear at this time?" Ms. Jimenez questioned. 

"I didn't wear underwear to the play once I saw his black briefs," Roxy answered. 

My head began to explode. 

"So you are straddling him?" Ms. Jimenez continued. 

"My pussy was so fucking wet," Roxy joyously pronounced as though Ms. Jimenez was now an old buddy from high school and we are reminiscing about the big game against blah blah blah. "He was deep inside me as I caught a glimpse of the highway lights ahead of us. I usually don't reverse cowgirl, but the car seats aren't exactly made for 'usually'."

Ms. Jimenez smiled and motioned for Roxy to continue. 

"As I'm leaning against the front seats I can feel him grabbing my breasts and rubbing my clit," Roxy explains with her eyes closed so she can clearly recall every detail. "I am so wrapped up in my orgasm that I forget all about his as I start to bang on headrest in front of me. I was thrusting my hips so hard into him that I knew it must have been uncomfortable for him but I didn't care. I came so hard, so fast. My head was spinning and the lights were, too!"

"Those were the sirens," Ms. Jimenez explained. 

"The sirens, indeed," I sighed. 

"I honestly don't really remember what happened next," Roxy admitted. 

"Mr. Washington?" Ms. Jimenez asked as she saw I was ready to takeover the storytelling responsibilities. 

"As my wife began to orgasm," I began to clinically explain, "the officer's lights began flashing and the car began to pullover to the side of the highway. I prayed that my wife would stop screaming before the car came to a complete stop, but, as you already know, she did not."

I smiled nervously as I noticed Roxy had no recollection of what transpired next. Her eyes were as glued to my words as Ms. Jimenez's were to her laptop screen. 

"As the car stopped," I proceeded, "the lights behind us were especially bright. I was waiting for the officer to walk up to ask for our license and registration."

"And did he?" Ms. Jimenez questioned with a tone of sincerity that had been missing for the prior five minutes. 

"He approached our vehicle, ma'am," I answered politely. Roxy noticed the seriousness in our voices and began to squeeze my hand again. 

"And what was Ms. Washington doing when the officer walked up next to the car?" Ms. Jimenez questioned. 

"Finishing," I coldly responded as Roxy's jaw dropped with shock. 

"Explain," Ms. Jimenez said. 

"My wife continued to buck her hips against my dick until she finished her orgasm," I quietly explained. Roxy nervously smiled at me while I kept my eyes fixed on the offwhite walls of Ms. Jimenez's office. 

Roxy realized that Ms. Jimenez was watching the recordings of May 9th on her laptop in real time with our telling of the story. The embarrassment of knowing our escapade was being viewed by Ms. Jimenez was dwarfed by the awkward time that passed as we waited for my wife to finish her climax on screen. The silence of the room amplified the time as Ms. Jimenez simply stared at the screen with a blank stare. 

After the first minute Roxy's nervous smile turned to confusion, but neither Ms. Jimenez or I would acknowledge the question Roxy was afraid to ask. 

After the second minute Roxy closed her eyes and prayed that the floor would open and swallow her whole. At least that's what I was hoping for myself. 

After the third minute Roxy stopped squeezing my hand enough that I could feel the blood flowing through my fingers again. 

"Three minutes and twenty-three seconds," Ms. Jimenez said. "Does that sound right, Mr. Washington?"

I could feel Roxy's eyes so I looked toward her with a smile that I couldn't contain. "Indeed, it does," I answered. "Once my wife finished she slumped to my side and the officer waved us on."

Roxy's embarrassment melted into the most thankful smile she'd ever shared with me. It was as if the roller coaster was over and we were just happy to be alive. 

"After the officer initially looked into the car," I added for Roxy's piece of mind, "he immediately looked away because he believed that everything, everyone was ... okay."

"Good to hear," Ms. Jimenez offered as she made a few clicks on her laptop before closing the screen. "Thank you for your time and I apologize for last Saturday's and this morning's inconveniences. Once you removed the seatbelts on the moving vehicle for more than 15 seconds, the local patrol was notified and the car was monitored for obvious safety reasons. You may continue to test our vehicle so long as you understand that you may be asked to share your experiences with our team, no matter how explicit the experience."

Ms. Jimenez then stood and shook our hands before showing us back to the waiting area of the garage. We were free. 

"Three minutes?" Roxy quietly repeated as we waited for someone to bring us our sedan. 

"Mr. and Mrs. Washington?" called out a young man as he stuck his head in the room. We walked out and he handed me a clipboard with paperwork to initial while he tossed Roxy the keys. 

"Honey," Roxy nervously said as I finished the last page of our agreement. I heard the door open and shut before the electric engine started. 

As I handed the young man the clipboard I expected to see our silver sedan, but I was caught off guard by a black SUV with lightly tinted windows. I smiled like a teenager and opened the passenger door to another surprise - Roxy wasn't in the driver's seat. 

But her dress was.

Pull Over, Peach!



Peach Powell was 26 years old and was just beginning to get over her shyness. At 5'6" and weighing 300 pounds, she was a very big girl. She had been teased a lot about her weight and the size of her enormous breasts as she grew up. She developed early and filled out a 46HH bra by the time she was in high school. She had had the nicknames "Beach Ball" or "Beach Balls" since elementary school. That being said, she was extremely pretty. She had a beautiful face with flashing blue eyes and chubby cheeks, and a teensy little nose that upturned at the tip. Her hair was blond and slightly wavy, and it hung about her shoulders.

Peach had just started working at an important engineering firm as an executive secretary a month ago, a job her father had gotten her. Since she had recently established a "very special" working relationship with her boss, she found herself with all kinds of expensive new clothes, a new apartment, and as of last Friday, two days ago, she found herself the proud owner of a brand new Porsche 911 convertible.

Peach was now speeding down a highway in the Nevada desert, her black Porsche gleaming in the blazing sunshine. With the top down, her blond hair was blowing in the wind, swishing in front of her dark sunglasses and across her ruby red lips. A bead of sweat slid down her neck and soaked into her black tank top which strained to hold back her huge knockers. She adjusted her knee-length white skirt and pressed her black stiletto-heel shoe harder onto the accelerator. The engine growled in a satisfying way and a smile spread on her lips. The vibration of the engine and a light sense of boredom turned her thoughts to sex. A warm feeling in her belly spread down to her pussy, giving her a pleasant tingling sensation.

As she rounded a bend, a valley stretched before her, lined with billboards on either side. She wiped her hand across her forehead and stroked her hair back, savouring the sensation of the cool wind rushing past her. Her smile quickly faded into an expression of anguish as she saw a motorcycle quickly approaching in her rear-view mirror with red lights flashing. She frowned and blew a lock of hair out of her face as she braked and geared down, preparing to pull over.

She pulled her vehicle to the side of the road as the motorcycle closed, pulling up behind her. The trooper dismounted and parked his cycle, unbuckling his chinstrap on his helmet and removing his gloves. The trooper cut a handsome figure, tall and lean, with a sexy swagger which reminded her quickly of how horny she was feeling about 10 minutes before she was pulled over. Brightly polished leather boots shone in the sun and clicked against the pavement as the trooper approached. Almost involuntarily, she slid a hand in between her legs and gently squeezed her pussy as she reached over and grabbed her purse to retrieve her license.

A voice rumbled from behind the mirror-surfaces of state trooper sunglasses, "Hello there. Going a little fast around that corner, weren't you?"

She felt a flush pass through her and her voice said, "Yeah, but I can go way faster," before she had a chance to think.

His eyebrows raised and he fixed her with a stare. Just as she was beginning to think she had made a terrible mistake, a smirk crossed his face. "I'd love to see that some time," he said. "But I'm afraid today, I'm going to have to write you up a rather large ticket."

"Oh, officer," she began in a husky voice, "Isn't there anything I could do to change your mind?" 

A chuckle emitted from his throat as his smirk deepened.

"Not trying to bribe an officer of the law, are you?" he enquired. "You'll find a state trooper's integrity isn't for sale."

A grip of near terror seized her as she realized again the seriousness of her situation. She forced a smile and turned to him, trying not to show how scared she was. She was suddenly aware that her pussy was soaking wet and throbbing as she made a decision that terrified her even more. She quickly pulled her tank top underneath her left breast, exposing it fully to his view. The cool breeze chilled the dew of sweat on her naked boob, causing her to shiver and her nipples to harden like steel tips. She felt a dizziness wash over her as she was gripped in near panic, her twat pulsing and throbbing, not sure if she was about to cum or pass out.

It seemed like forever until he spoke. "Integrity can always be bartered for, however." His left hand reached over and bared her right tit. Her nipples seem to harden even more, almost painfully so, as his fingers gently traced the underside of her breasts, sending a deep warm thrill through her. The breath that she now realized she was holding came in a series of deep gasps and her pussy felt aflame, soaked and twitching. Her legs parted and her thighs flexed, her pelvis rocking back and forth gently as he kneaded her soft melons. "These are the best tits I've seen on this stretch of the highway or any other", he mused, then looked straight into her eyes as he removed his sunglasses.

"OK, here's the deal," he said plainly. He opened her door and reached down to her seat back release, dropping her back almost prone, coaxing a startled gasp from her lips. "You lie back there nicely and hold your tits together while I fuck them, and maybe we'll forget all about that heavy foot of yours. Sound good?"

"That sounds wonderful, officer!" she breathed, pulling her tank top off as her clit stiffened, the slightest friction from her skirt driving her mad with desire.

He unzipped his pants and pulled them down to the top of his thighs, revealing a rock-hard throbbing prick. "Squeeze those titties together," he ordered in a tight raspy voice. She did as he said, in a daze of lust, almost unable to comprehend what was happening. He spat on his cock and again into his hand, spreading his saliva in between her jugs. "Spit on my cock," he told her. Again, she did as he commanded, spattering his glistening shaft as he presented it in front of her face. She remained fixated on his pulsating rod as he slowly lowered it into her cleavage, swinging his leg over to straddle her chest.

He began slowly pumping his cock back and forth between her luscious mounds, the tip poking through right in front of her eyes at the pinnacle of each thrust. The sight excited her even more, her cunt clenching in time with each of his pelvic motions. His breath quickened with her heart rate, his fucking rhythm picking up pace. A low moan escaped her lips and her pussy began to sting and vibrate. She was sure that even without anything touching her snatch, she was about to orgasm!

He was now furiously humping her cleavage, sweat dripping from his forehead. "God damn!" he exclaimed. "These are the sexiest tits I've ever seen in my life! I'm gonna fuckin' cum!" 

"Yes!" she cried out. "Yes! Do it! Cum all over my titties!" She squeezed her jugs tight together, and he pulled his dick out from between them. A guttural cry tore from his throat and he started pounding his quivering dick. He leaned forward and his helmet fell off, bouncing off the car and clattering to the ground. A thick white strand of semen erupted from the end of his engorged red glans, spattering her right breast and on to her neck. A wail came from deep inside of her as at the sight, her cunt convulsed and contracted in the deep waves of an intense orgasm!

A long low groan came from him as his dick continued spewing out jet after jet of white hot sperm, coating her tits, her shoulders, her neck, her chin, and a couple of dots spraying onto her cheeks, her sunglasses, and into her hair.

She was sure she'd never seen so much cum in her life! His hand action on his cock slowed down, and he wrung the last couple of sticky lines of jizz onto her nipples, sighing contentedly as her own orgasm subsided. Incredibly, her pussy seemed even more sensitive and horny, dying for his touch, burning with hunger.

She lied there seemingly stunned as he dismounted her chest and stood beside her Porsche, hiking up and rebuckling his pants. "Well, we can definitely forget about that ticket!" he exclaimed, his legs still slightly wobbly beneath him. He regained his composure, gathering his helmet and putting it back on. "You just slow down there now, OK?" he said, rebuckling his helmet and redonning his gloves. "If I catch you speeding down this stretch of highway again I'm gonna have to strip search you, ya hear?"

A quiet "Mmm-hmm," is all she could manage as she felt a sticky glob of sperm drip off of her left tit onto her arm. Her right hand reached under her skirt and began to caress her clit as the sound of his boots trailed off into the distance. Her pussy rejoiced to her touch and her breathing quickened rapidly. She heard him start his motorcycle with a throaty rumble as she began frantically finger-fucking herself.

Within seconds, she was nearing another orgasm, gasping "Oh! Oh! Oh! OH! OH! OH! AHH! AHHHHH!!!!" howling out in abandon, her rapidly pistoning fingers making sloshing sounds in her soaking cunt!

Her entire body clenched and she screamed out in joy as a fantastic climax tore her from head to toe, causing her to thrash and buck in her seat, tears almost welling up in her eyes from the force of her release. Her breathing slowly returned to normal and she sighed deeply, slowly becoming aware of her surroundings once more.

Looking down at her breasts, she saw that she was utterly covered in his jism. A wave of contentment washed over her. Dimly, she was aware of the sound of a motorcycle engine trailing off in the distance.