1 comments/ 30979 views/ 2 favorites The Ticket By: Clohi I don't usually travel alone. I hate it. The loneliness, the not having anyone to talk to. It's just not my thing. The fact that I was having to drive alone to Atlanta was enough to really tick me off. My only saving grace? The brand new Saab convertible I was making the trip in. A new raise at work had warranted a new luxury for myself. I figured if I had to work to earn money, I might as well enjoy it. So, here I was, driving with the top down on a beautiful spring day, my sunglasses tipped down over my eyes. Instead of traveling down the main roads, I'd decided to take the lesser known side roads and make an adventure out of it. I had no idea just what kind of adventure I was in store for. As I rounded a curve, I didn't realize I was doing eighty until I heard the siren behind me. Looking in my rearview mirror, I cursed myself when I saw the swirling red and blue lights on the motorcycle cop behind me. Pulling off to the shoulder, I turned the engine off and waited. As he approached the car, his sunglasses reflecting the sunlight, he asked me to get out of the car slowly. Having been stopped many times before (what can I say, I'm a lead foot), I knew the drill. I slowly stepped out of my car, closing the door and leaning back against it. A breeze blew through, flicking my already short skirt up revealing my upper thighs. I pushed it down and smiled sheepishly. I've always had a weakness for a guy on a motorcycle, especially when they guy is built like a rock and wearing a uniform. Must be that female hormone thing or something. Officer James, as his name tag read, stepped up in front of me. He asked if I knew how fast I was going. I shook my head and said obviously too fast. He smiled. Obviously. He asked for my driver's license and registration. Turning, I leaned over the side of the car and reached for my purse. I wasn't really thinking, just doing, so I didn't think about the view I was giving him. As I leaned over, my skirt hiked up over my ass. Officer James was the recipient of an up close and personal view of my thong panties stretched between my cheeks. As I reached for my registration in the glove compartment, I ended up on my tip-toes, my skirt pulling even higher up. As I straightened and turned around, I noticed Officer James was staring at my ass and his pants were a little more snug around his groin than they had been before. I handed him my paperwork and he went back to work, shifting slightly on his feet. As he wrote, I looked him up and down. Rock solid was the only thing that came to mind. Just as my eyes were going over his thighs, Officer James asked for proof of insurance. Again, I turned and leaned over the side of the car, reaching into my glove compartment. As I started to straighten, my footing slipped. Before I could react, Officer James had grabbed me, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me back against him. My skirt had ridden up again so as he pulled me to him, my nearly bare ass came into direct contact with his groin, which was now hard as the rest of him. Looking up over my shoulder, I smiled and said thanks. His arm stayed around my waist. He pulled me back harder against him and asked if I was ok. I nodded and said I thought so. As we stood there for a second or two, we just stared at one another. It didn't register at first that his arm was moving lower down my waist, his hand resting on my upper thigh. When my brain finally told the rest of me where his hand was, his hand had already moved to the bottom of my skirt. Without saying a word, his hand slid under my skirt and up my thigh. His only words were to ask me if I wanted him to stop. I shook my head and said I wanted him to touch me. As his fingers grazed up my thigh and over my panties, I closed my eyes and sighed. I felt his groin throbbing against me, pushing against me. His fingers moved gently over my panties and then dipped down between my legs, pushing my panties against me. A soft moan escaped my lips as his fingers moved in small, slow circles. He shifted slightly behind me and now I could feel his cock pushing against me and his holster. Using his forehead, he nudged my head to the side. As his lips touched my neck, right under my ear, his fingers slipped inside my panties and touched me. I moaned and pushed back against him. The tip of his finger invaded my pussy gently, slowly. The tip just barely pushed inside me and then withdrew. He stroked me, teasing me. Each dip made his finger more wet. I couldn't believe we were standing there, on the side of the road. I was pressed back against him, my skirt pushed up, his fingers inside my panties. His lips kissed my neck as his fingers pushed inside me again and again, gently, deeper each time. First one finger, then two. I was moaning, my pussy throbbing. I reached down, cupping his hand with mine, pushing him deeper into me. His lips drew my earlobe into his mouth, sucking as his finger tips teased my clit. Each flick brought my approaching orgasm closer and closer. His fingers were alternating between thrusting and flicking, thrusting and flicking. I moaned, arching against him, my pussy tightening around his fingers, my moisture pouring out onto his hand. Slowing he turned me around to face him. I watched as he lifted his wet hand to his mouth. His lips closed over each finger and sucked, licking my juices from his skin. I felt a shiver run over me, the aftermath of my orgasm. He turned to walk back to his motorcycle. I watched him as he called in. When he was done, he said he had forty minutes before he had to call in again. I walked towards him, feeling my wet panties slip and slide between my legs. Reaching out for his zipper, I said we'd better make the most of it then. I unzipped his pants. Reaching inside, I wrapped my fingers around his hard length. Rock solid and throbbing. Leaning over, I slipped my mouth down around him. He moaned and pushed his hands into my hair. He tasted warm and sweaty. I sucked slowly, rubbing him with my tongue as I worked up and down his shaft. He was thick and filled me completely. Wrapping my hands around his cock, I drizzled a line of spit down on his shaft. Sliding my hands up and down his shaft, I sucked his knob, twisting my lips around and pulling him in and out of my mouth. He moaned, pushing his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth. Lifting his cock, I licked the underside, running my tongue down and around his balls and then back up again. I drizzled more spit over him, slathering him, rubbing him. I sucked. I licked. I squeezed. His balls were solid and heavy as I wrapped my lips around them and sucked, then released, then sucked again. He was close and we both knew it. He stopped me and smiled. Sitting astride his bike, his cock standing at attention, he watched as I lowered my panties and stepped out of them. Leaving them in the dirt by the side of the road, I leaned over into my car again and gave him a good look at my naked pussy. Grabbing a condom from my purse, I turned and walked back towards him. I opened the condom and slowly rolled it over his cock. Officer James watched me, smiling, and then he lifted me up in front of him. I smiled at his inspiration. Wrapping my legs around him and leaning back against the handlebars of the bike, I pushed myself onto his pulsing cock. His leg strength was amazing as he balanced the bike and managed to fuck me. I'd never been fucked on a motorcycle before and it was incredible. Grabbing my hips, he pushed me down harder and harder onto his cock. We were grunting, groaning, fucking like animals. His cock surged, getting bigger and bigger each time he impaled me. Using my arms, I pushed myself onto him deeper and deeper. The bike shook as he plowed into me. Reaching down with one hand, I stroked my clit as his cock moved in and out of me. My pussy was pumping juice like you wouldn't believe. I begged for him to fuck me harder as I rolled into an intense orgasm. He slammed harder into me. He said he wanted to get deeper. We quickly untangled ourselves and I walked over to the hood of my car. Leaning over, spreading my legs wide, I told him to fuck me as hard as he wanted. Standing behind me, he slipped his hands underneath me, his fingers opening my hole wide. I moaned as his cock filled me again, stretching my pussy wider. This was what we both needed. He grabbed my hips and fucked me harder than I'd ever been fucked before. My car shook. My moans were loud. He grunted and thrust over and over again. I couldn't take it anymore and convulsed in another orgasm. Officer James moaned, cried out a holy shit, and then pulled out. I turned, lowering to my knees. Pulling my shirt up and bra down, I begged him to cum on my tits. Officer James ripped off the condom, wrapped his hand around his cock and jerked stream after stream of warm cum all over my breasts. I moaned and rubbed my breasts together, rubbing his cream into my skin. As his last jerk squirted cum, I took his cock in my mouth again and sucked him clean. He tasted wonderful. I stood and slipped my bra off under my shirt. He reached down and grabbed my panties, using them to wipe his cock clean. I handed him my bra and he pocketed my panties. I rode off feeling wicked and content. I never did get that ticket. It's probably pretty amazing that no one ever drove by us. But then, we probably wouldn't have noticed anyway. The Ticket My wife Jo Anne and I were on our way back from Las Vegas. The trip had been fun for me but I could tell she was slightly disappointed and also worried about how we would manage the rent this month. Lady luck did not shine on me this trip. It had started out fine but slowly deteriorated. I was over a thousand dollars up at one point, but I thought I could parlay that into five. Boy was I wrong! Instead, I just became one of the other millions of people that helped build the magnificent, opulent casinos. I ended up loosing three thousand dollars. That's about a month's salary and I hadn't paid any of our bills yet that month. I could see why she was worried; I was worried too. The drive home was filled mostly with silence. Neither of us was mad at each other, it was just the entire situation. I do need to tell you that Jo Anne looks fabulous. She is about 5' 4", slender, short brown hair, sparkling eyes and a smile that melts my heart. Today, all of that was set off in a blue sundress that showed off her great figure. The top was down on our mustang and the heat caused her to sweat just enough that her nipples clung to thin material of the dress. She never wears a bra because she doesn't need to. Her breasts are small and perky enough to stand up on their own. I guess I was paying too much attention to her and not enough to the road. Before I was even aware of what was happening, I glanced up and saw the red lights flashing in my mirror. I contorted my face and exclaimed, "Fuck, just what I need a three hundred dollar ticket!" I was aware of the cost of tickets in Nevada since I was just as stupid on our last trip and was pulled over for exactly what I was doing right now. I was going 90 in a 70 zone. Of course I didn't need to mention to Jo Anne that our insurance would probably double, because our agent had warned us after the last ticket that I would have to switch to assigned risk if I received another. The cop walked up to the car and looked like he was right out of the back set of a movie studio. He was about six foot four, 220 pounds, dark glasses and of course the mandatory trooper hat, what else in Nevada. As he approached my window, he started his casual conversation. "Do you know how fast you were going?" "I believe I was going 70 officer." "More like 90." "I didn't realize I was going that fast." "You probably think that because this road is so remote that the laws don't apply." "No, I wouldn't think that, but is 90 really unsafe?" This type of babble continued for some time. I was beginning to think that maybe I could talk him out of the ticket because he had not started writing it yet. Also, the entire time he was talking to me he was looking directly at Jo Anne's tits. When I finally had to opportunity to look at what he was watching I noticed that Jo Anne's dress was hiked up just enough to show a glimpse of her red panties. I had to take a second look myself because she was so hot. I could see the outline of the lips of her pussy through her silky sheer panties. Then I had the surprise of a lifetime. Jo Anne was rubbing the nipple of her right breast between her thumb and forefinger. It was sticking out about a half an inch. Jo Anne's nipples are so sensitive that she can make herself come in about two minutes when she rubs them. Today was no exception. I could see that look on her face. She had already come at least once and I'm not sure if she had already come before. The cop and I both watched in silence until Jo Anne blurted out, "We can't afford to get this ticket. What can we do to avoid it?" The cop did not reply. He simply walked over to the passenger door and opened it. Without saying a word, he dropped his pants to his knees freeing his cock. Without looking at me Jo Anne reached up and put the head into her mouth. It did not take long for her to start bobbing up and down letting the entire thing slide to the back of her throat. I was impressed that she could handle it. He was probably about seven inches long and very thick. I looked up at the cops eyes but could not see them through the dark glasses. Jo Anne's motions started to increase in rate. Just when I thought the cop would shoot down her throat, Jo Anne popped his cock out of her mouth swung her legs out the door, lifted her hips and slid out of her panties. She then pulled her knees back and spread her legs. She must have had her fingers frigging her cunt while she was blowing the cop because she was so wet I could see her own juices dripping down her thighs. The cop didn't say a word, but simply placed his cock at the opening of her cunt and pushed it inside. There was no resistance. It slid into her bottoming out on the first stroke. Jo Anne now laid her head back where it almost rested in my lap. I looked into her eyes but she could not see me because she had gone into a state of being somewhere else. I knew this state well. When Jo Anne is getting fucked really well, she just starts coming and coming. That's all she can do. The rest of her world is tuned out. It was quite a sight. Jo Anne with her dress pulled up above her waist and the cop with his pants at his knees and his cock pounding into her cunt at a frenzied rate. None of us said a single word. He just kept pounding in her hole and she made little whimpering sounds each time she would come. The entire thing only lasted about five minutes, but it seemed an eternity. Finally the cop pulled his head back, pushed his cock into her until his balls were tight against her ass, held his cock in place and started twitching as he emptied his load deep into her cunt. He seemed shoot an enormous amount of come because this went on for a much longer time than it takes me to fill her with my own cream. He quickly pulled his cock out of her cunt and pulled his pants back up. He straightened his clothes and without a word walked back to the patrol car. He got in and made a u-turn and disappeared down the road. Jo Anne and I just sat there for a while. She was now facing front but her dress was still pulled up and I could see come dripping from her pussy onto the seat of the Mustang. I leaned over and kissed her, started the car and continued our trip home. Neither of us have ever mentioned this episode but every time I get in the Mustang, I am reminded by the come stain on the seat. The end------- xtlctlcx