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Traffic

By: Bails



Taking the M40 was a big mistake.

Or at least, so I thought. One minute, I was motoring along at a comfortable 95, and then the traffic slowed and came to a standstill. Within minutes, the queue stretched into the distance in front and behind, and the news came over the radio that a car transporter had caught fire, just before the next junction.

Some 15 miles ahead.

At least it was dark. I turned off the engine, reclined my seat a little and undid my belt and shoelaces. This was going to take a while. My mind drifted and I started to daydream of you. Of your delicious blonde hair, of how you love me to pull your head back whilst I kiss your neck, and how wet you were when I fingered you right there on the leather sofa in the pub last night! Almost without thinking about it, I unzipped my trousers and eased my cock into a more comfortable position. I lowered the windows to let in a little air on this hot and humid summer night.

I had still been able taste you on my fingers as I drove home. The thought of how excited you'd been had me harder than I could remember for days, and I grasped the shaft of my prick, gently masturbating inside my boxers. My breathing deepened, quickened.

I was torn from my vision by the sound of stilettos on the road alongside the car, and hastily withdrew my hand from my shorts, covering my groin and zipping up my flies. A shock of dark hair filled the window, and I turned on the interior light to get a better look. My heart leaped into my mouth and my pulse raced. She was young, elegant, extraordinary. By the smirk on her face, it seemed she had guessed what I'd been up to before I'd lowered the window. She leant against the sill, and the smell of her perfume drifted into the car.

"Sorry to disturb you," she smiled. "Do you have a light?"

"Don't smoke, I'm afraid". I grinned sheepishly, feeling something like a teenage schoolboy, caught by the French mistress. I decided to take a risk. "Anything else you need?"

She looked straight into my eyes.

"Not just yet. These damn traffic jams are so boring. When you're in the car on your own that is."

"Why don't you join me until the queue starts to move?" I suggested. "We could listen to some music, and I have some barley sugars..."

She looked at me in astonishment. "How did you know I'm absolutely mad about barley sugars?" She laughed. It was like water, tumbling over rocks. "Actually that sounds just a little sad, don't you think?"

She walked round to the passenger door and climbed into the car. "Which is yours?" I asked.

"Directly behind you," she replied.

She must have been able to see straight through the rear window, all the time I'd been daydreaming of you. She drew her legs up onto the seat, and her light, flower print skirt rode up above her knees, as she wrapped her arms around her shins. She wore black shoes, four inch heels, and my cock began to regain a little of its former glory.

"So, what's your name, what do you and where are you from?"

I smiled. "Jake, doctor, Oxford," I replied. "In that order. You?"

"Sophie, drug rep for Glaxo, Uxbridge. Heading up to Birmingham for a meeting."

"The heart disease conference, at the NEC?"

She nodded.

"Me too. I'm staying at the Radisson."

"Oh excellent, me too." She seemed genuinely excited by the fact. "So where are those barley sugars?"

I reached across in front of her to the glove box, brushing her thigh as I did so. A perceptible shiver ran through her leg at the touch, and I looked up into her eyes which were glazed over. She seemed to be on the verge of ecstasy at that slightest contact! But she drew in a deep ragged breath and looked away. I retrieved the sweets and offered her one which she took with a small smile, unwrapping the cellophane a placing the sweet delicately between two rows of exceptionally white teeth.

I had the feeling that if I worked this just right, this amazing woman could be our next adventure. I started to talk about what I did at work, where I lived, just small talk, easing her into a conversation. You always said I was good at that sort of thing. Pretty soon, she was laughing, leaning back in her seat, thoroughly relaxed. Her skirt by this time was even higher up her thigh, and I couldn't help staring at her amazing legs.

She noticed my look, and smiled. "Sorry, didn't mean to expose myself so much, it's just that it's so hot tonight."

"Please don't apologize on my account!" I said. "It's not every day I get to have a beautiful woman baring her beautiful legs in my car."

"Do you really think they're beautiful?" she asked. "I've always thought they're a bit skinny."

"But they are so long, and they go right up to a very beautiful bum" I said simply. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

"Thank you" she said simply, and leaned over and kissed me full on the mouth.

My immediate amazement quickly disappeared and I returned the kiss with interest, running my tongue over hers, nibbling her lower lip and laying my hand on her thigh. She sighed, and let her knees fall apart. I ran my fingers lightly over her stockings and she gasped as I came to the bare flesh above. Her groin rose to meet my hand as I pulled her French knickers to one side and slipped a fingers between her wet lips, seeking out her clitoris. It was a hard little swelling, and she moaned as I teased it from side to side.

She grabbed my hand, moving it away. "You can't do that" she moaned. "There's no room in either of our cars for what you will make me want to do."

She reached across and unzipped my trousers again.

"I don't suppose I could video this, could I?" I blurted out. Now or never, I thought.

She looked across at me, taken aback. "Who for?"

"My girlfriend. She's always on at me to find her another woman, and you would be just her type." I held my breath.

She grinned. "Where's the camera?"

I reached into the case on the back seat taking out the small digicam, opening the screen and pressing the record button.

"I insist on having a copy though" she said, as she smiled at the lens, and lowered her head taking my engorged glans into her mouth. She licked it all over, building up a layer of saliva, and pumped it vigorously several times, making me about as hard as I could ever remember. It looked fantastic on the camera screen. I reclined my seat even further, and she went down again, taking the full length of my shaft into her mouth, reaching the back of her throat, and carrying on! This girl seemed to have no gag reflex!

Her head bobbed up and down, her tongue sliding along my cock, and then diving down its length again and again. My orgasm was fast approaching, and I took her hair in my hand jerking her head back, taking the risk that she would like it as much as you. The look in her eyes told me I wasn't wrong.

"Where do you want it?" My voice was hoarse.

She ripped open her blouse, revealing a black lace bra which she unfastened at the front. "Over these" she whispered, looking down at a pair of tits, that whilst smaller than yours, were pert and crowned by gloriously erect pink nipples.

I took my prick in my hand and stretched the foreskin back, drawing the skin hard towards the base. That was all it took, and I came furiously, streams of cum spilling over her breasts and neck. Her hand was a blur between her legs, rubbing her clitoris fast, until she came with a deep throaty groan, falling back into her seat, gently running her hands over her nipples.

She reached into the glove box and retrieved some tissues I kept there for situations like these. After she had cleaned herself up, she leaned across and kissed me deeply.

"Perhaps your girlfriend could join us at the Radisson tomorrow night? The company have booked me a suite which has a hot tub...." She stroked my cheek, eyes pleading.

"I think she would love to join us. She's been dying to meet somebody like you for so long!"

Sophie gave me a last kiss, then climbed out of the car. She leant down to the window.

"I'm in suite 17" she said. "Come round at about nine tomorrow evening." And with that she walked back to her car. The traffic was beginning to move, and I soon lost sight of her car in the rear view mirror. 

Traffic Fine



I was supposed to be at the restaurant by 7:30 to meet my mother for a late dinner. It had been a busy day constant meetings. We were planning the office move and I still hadn't found a new assistant yet. My mind was spinning with lists of things I needed to do. All this compounded by the fact that Jeff and I had been fighting for two days. I wanted to go away for the holidays but he insisted that we stay and spend time with our families. 

I decided to take the back way to downtown. Past the abandoned warehouses. I was already running late and I knew I wouldn't run into any traffic this way. Everybody always wanted to take the expressway but since that was the preferred route it was anything but express. 

I don't know if I was too lost in thought or if I really didn't care but I hadn't looked at my speedometer until the siren from behind me blasted me out of my daze. "Shit" I said aloud looking in my rearview at the blue lights. Jeff was really going to kill me now. Any chance of me getting my way about the holidays was over. 

I pulled off the road into an empty parking lot and began digging in my purse for my wallet. 

I jumped when I looked up. It seemed like the uniformed officer had just appeared by my window. I looked up at the name tag. "Bassett" it read. 

"Hi I uhh.." I stammered. 

"You were going mighty fast there Miss, license please." 

"Oh... I... OK", I handed him my license. As he reached for it I noticed how strong his hands were. I followed with my eyes up his arms. The veins protruded across the muscles in his forearms. His shirt appeared that it might burst open from trying to hold in his muscular torso. 

"Stay in the car" he turned and walked back to his car. He leaned into the car and turned off the blue lights on his car and turned to walk back to my car. 

"What's..." I started. 

"Shut up. Your license plate is expired." 

"That's not possible I thought" I was flabbergasted. How could I have let my plates expire? 

"Please step out of the car Miss" the officer said. 

I unhooked my seatbelt and obliged. Still slightly confused to what was happening. 

"Walk around to the front of the car and put your hands on the hood" 

Once my hands were on the hood of the car the officer began to pat my body. He rubbed his hands down my sides to my hips and then around to my front. He slowly slid his hands across my breasts and squeezed them tight as he did. Then he knelt behind me and rubbed his hands down my outer thighs and then back up the inside. Starting at my ankles he slowly dragged his hands up past the hem of my skirt. He pulled my skirt up with his hands as he rubbed up the inside of my thighs. 

My panties were the only thing between my bare ass and Officer Bassett and I thought most likely that was soon to change. I turned to confront him. 

"Sir, this is very inappropriate" I started. 

"If you don't shut up you are going to be in more trouble than you can imagine. I am serious. No more talking" with that he opened his hand and smacked my ass with a sharp sudden sting. I whinced and bit my lip. "Put your hands behind your back." 

I put my hands behind my back and crossed my wrists. I felt the cold metal of his handcuffs close around my arms as he pushed me down with my face on the hood of the car. He then reached around in front of me and squeezed my left breast in his hands. He was rough and squeezed hard. Again I bit my lip. 

He continued to squeeze my breast and I felt my cunt swelling. Then a new sensation. Something cold and hard was caressing my inner thighs. It was his nightstick. He teased my thighs with it and pulled my panties down to my thighs. 

"He wouldn't" I thought. I moaned. 

"I bet you like it rough don't you?" he said and teased me more with the nightstick. Parting the lips of my cunt and rolling it around between them. "I asked if you like it rough" he let go of my breast and reached to grab my hair pulling it back. Officer Bassett lay the nightstick on the hood of the car beside me. 

He began to fondle my clit with his fingers. I could hear his heavy breathe. "So you aren't going to answer me now?" he stuck his finger inside my swollen cunt. I let out a gasp. He pulled his finger out. "Oh you like that huh?" again he was teasing my clit. He stuck two fingers in me and held them there. I moved my hips backward and pressed into his hand. 

Before I could think of what I was doing Officer Bassett was ramming his fingers in and out of my cunt driving his hand deeper and deeper in me with every thrust. One hand on my shoulder he pulled me to him to insure his depth. I could feel myself about to explode. I moaned as he thrust harder and then stopped. "Oh my what a dirty slut. I knew you were a dirty whore when I saw you. I knew you would like this." 

I could hear his pants unzip. I ached part from desire part from the how hard he had been ramming his hand into me. Again the sharp sting of him smacking my ass. "You are going to really like this whore." He rammed his cock into me. I threw my head back with a part scream part moan. I was biting my lip until it was surely to bleed. 

He grabbed my hair again and pulled hard. Pulled until it hurt and I cried out with the pain. Hard and deep he rammed his hard cock into my aching cunt. I could feel his balls slapping against my clit with each deep thrust. I was going to cum but I tried to resist. 

Each thrust my body pressed harder into the car hood. My head being pulled back by Officer Bassett pulling my hair. I wanted it. I wanted to let go and let my juices flow. I could hear his breathing grow faster as he pumped into me deeper it seemed every time. 

Until finally he said "Show me how much you like it whore. Cum on my cock." He reached and grabbed my breast hard and rough with one hand and got a better grasp on my hair with his other. He pulled back and rammed his cock into me harder than I had ever been fucked. I thought I was going to pass out. I couldn't breathe. I gasped as he fucked me harder still until I caught my breath and screamed. With that scream I could feel my cunt squeeze his throbbing cock. He pulled his cock as deep as he possibly could into me and I could feel him begin to shoot his cum inside me. This seemed to bring him more furry and he fucked harder and harder as I screamed and moaned underneath him. I was cumming and tears were running down my face.

Officer Bassett fell forward on my back and slowly stopped pumping the hot streams of his cum into me. His grasp on my hair and my breast eased. I could feel his hot breathe on the center of my back and his sweat rolling around my rib cage. I could also feel our cum running down my legs. 

After we had both regained our breath. Officer Bassett unlocked the handcuffs and my arms fell to my side. I rubbed my wrists that ached from the metal cutting into them. I pulled up my panties as he laid my license on the hood of my car and walked back to his own car. 

"Officer Bassett!" I said as he walked away. 

"Yes Mrs. Bassett?" he replied. 

"Can we go to the beach for Christmas?" 

"We'll talk about it when I get home. It all depends on if you are a good girl" he said with a wink "Tell you mom I'm sorry you're late to dinner."



Traffic Girl



I was fresh out of high school and working as shampoo girl in Audrey's Beauty Parlor, a small neighborhood saloon.

Minimum wage, shampooing the blue hair patrons and being general dog's body did not make for job satisfaction. I wanted something more exciting. 

I saw the ad while browsing through "Help Wanted" in the Weatherfield Recorder. "Traffic Girl". TV Channel 7 was looking for a girl to ride in their traffic helicopter and give traffic reports. I decided to apply. 

I showed up at the interview presenting my best "Traffic Girl" image. A short plaid skirt and a tight sweater accented my long shapely legs and my ample bosom.

Whilst the traffic girl was no actually an on camera position her picture would be on screen at times during reports.

Matt Hayes the station manager interviewed me. Matt was a early thirties dynamo who was given the task of revamping the station's image.

Channel 7 had been a dull "give then the facts" news channel. Hayes's job was to give the news "sex appeal", to inspire the viewers to switch to Channel 7 rather than tune to the competition.

Hayes's eyes scanned me as I entered his cramped office.

"Hi Candice, why do you want to work at Channel 7?" he greeted me.

The interview went well. All the time I sensed Hayes looking at my 36C breasts straining to for freedom beneath my pink sweater. I had purposely not worn a bra so my nipples were obvious under the smooth material.

After forty-five minutes of staring at my boobs Hayes dismissed me with the promise to call when he had made a short list of potential traffic girls.

I knew by the way he had been looking at me my chances were good. 

Hayes called me the following day. He asked if I could come in for another interview. He asked if it would be convenient for me to go to his apartment that evening, as it would save him from having to go to the station.

It sounded to me as if it was going to be the "casting couch" call. I asked him what time he would like me to come?

I dare not tell my parents that I was going to Hayes's apartment, my father would never approve.

Hayes lived in a modern high-rise in the better part of town. I arrived at 100 Bold Street right on time and Hayes buzzed me in. As the elevator whisked me to the twenty-second floor I wondered if I was doing the right thing?

A piece of ass in exchange for a good job? It was not like I was a virgin or anything as I was fucking Billy Marsden for nothing! Marsden was a not bad looking back street mechanic who drove a groovy Candy-apple red Mustang. We had been fucking for about three months and he considered me "his girl".

As the doors opened Hayes was there to greet me. Taking my hand he lead me into his apartment.

The apartment was luxurious, tastefully decorated in a Spanish theme. A large painting of a toreador with his cape in the charge position hung over the faux fireplace. The furnishings were all glossy black with chrome accents. A large purple leather couch was strategically positioned before the fire accompanied by a matching easy chair and ottoman.

I had dressed more daring than if I were going to the station. I wore a very short micro-mini and a sheer white blouse with a neckline that plunged almost to my navel. Without a bra not much was concealed.

"Good to see you." Hayes remarked ih the emphasis on "see".

"Care for a drink?" he offered.

Drinks with an interview, I could see where this was leading.

"Do you have any gin?" I asked.

"Gin and vermouth coming up!" Hayes smiled heading over the bar.

Hayes busied himself making my martini as I seated myself provocatively on the couch. From his position I knew he could see right up my short skirt. I opened my legs enough so he could see I was not wearing panties.

Hayes brought over my Martini complete with an olive and what appeared to be a straight whisky on the rocks for him. 

Sitting on the couch beside me he informed me that he had decided to offer the job to me if I demonstrated how much I appreciated it. He placed his hand on my bare knee and awaited my response.

I did not resist, merely smiled my pleasure. No more sweeping up hair and listening to Audrey complaining about expenses. All I had to do was offer Hayes a night of liberties and the job was mine. Shamelessly I opened my legs. 

Hayes accepted my invitation right away sliding his hand up under the hem of my skirt. I felt his fingers touch my exposed pussy and dig their way in between my labia searching for my trigger. Quickly her found my sensitive clitoris and began gently pinching it between his thumb and finger and tugging on it. My legs opened wider letting his play with me.

"You like that?" he whispered as he leaned over and kissed me. 

His tongue pried its way into my mouth and as mine intertwined with his I moaned my approval. 

He led me into his bedroom to fuck me. 

Matt's bedroom was a lavish as his parlor. A large canopy bed dominated the room. It was not effeminate with heavy purple velvet hanging from the four posts. The dressing table and chest of drawers were gloss black similar to those in the parlor.

I removed my see-through blouse baring my creamy mounds. My large pink nipples were already aroused in anticipation of what was to come.

Hayes was hurriedly removing his clothes. While I had been removing my blouse he had taken off his shirt and trousers hanging them onto a silent butler. He paused long enough to feast his eyes on my naked breasts.

I unfastened my skirt and let it drop onto the thickly carpeted floor and stood proud wearing only my 5" spikes.

Hayes looked up after peeling of his boxers.

He was hung, I estimated somewhere between six and eight inches, standing at attention and waving menacingly at me.

"Bring it here!" I said as I sat naked on the edge of his bed. 

Matt walked over holding his cock in his hand.

He stopped about a foot away from me, the head of his cock a few inches from my face.

It was a beautiful cock. Circumcised with a well-defined helmet on a slightly upward bent shaft. A drop of precum glistened on its tip in anticipation of my mouth. 

I took it from his hand and bending forward my mouth enveloped it.

As he filled my mouth my lips sealed around the thick circumference and I inhaled deeply forming a warm, wet vacuum chamber t receive his sperm.

My tongue did naughty things to the cock in my mouth, dancing up the lower side of the shaft and twirling up over the head collecting the precum oozing from it.

Gently my left hand cupped his scrotum while my right hand tugged the base of his shaft milking it into my mouth.

"Oh God Candice, you really know how to suck cock!" Hayes moaned. 

That was a compliment coming from a guy like Hayes. I knew he had had his cock sucked many times, I could tell by the way he fucked my mouth. He likely had enjoyed head from many of the female staff he hired.

My tongue worked his cock while my hand massaged his balls until he could hold back no longer. His thick creamy sperm began spurting into my mouth.

I opened my mouth wide so he could see the strings of his cum puddling on my tongue. As it built up I rolled it around in my mouth forming one huge glob of the milky white goo. I closed my mouth and swallowed then reopened my mouth to show him it was empty.

I took Hayes onto the big billowy duvet covered bed with me and we snuggled while my right hand resurrected his spent cock. I felt the life returning as he hardened in my hand.

Soon it was time for the main attraction and I rolled onto my back with my legs spread apart.

Hayes climbed aboard for then ride of his life.

His restored cock slid into my waiting pussy with ease. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sensation of his cock stretching my cunt as he penetrated me. When I felt his balls kiss my ass cheeks I raised my legs and wrapped them around his hips pulling him that extra inch into me.

Hayes took my legs and placed my ankles onto his shoulders and slammed his cock hard into me until the head touched my cervix.

"Oh God!" I moaned. 

I knew I had the job as Hayes slammed his cock into me. My pelvic muscles clenched his cock as it piston in and out of my wet cylinder.

"Fuck me you horny bastard!" I goaded him. 

I knew I was going to clean out Hayes's supply of sperm before the night ended. I gyrated and twisted my cunt yanking his cock in circles.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!" he groaned as he gave up another load of cream.

I could feel the warm surge of his sperm flooding my pussy as I savored my triumph.

The helicopter pilot, Ralph Florio, is a cute dark hair guy with a lovely ten-inch "joystick"! 



Traffic Jam



A traffic jam at 9:15pm on a Friday night. Just perfect. On my way to my boyfriend's house and now I'm stuck on the highway in two lane traffic not moving at all. I take out my cell phone and call him.

"I'm stuck in traffic baby. I'm going to be late", I sigh.

"It's ok honey. I miss you. Why don't you take some pics for me right now?"

"What kind of pics?"

"I want to see what you're wearing and I want to see your tits pulled out and on display!"

"What if someone sees me?"

"Then it will distract them from being bored while they're stuck in traffic. I love you hurry up and get here!" 

"Love you too!"

I glance down at my dress. It's black and short. The neckline is low showing ample cleavage and resting just above my nipples. I'm wearing black heels with a peep toe showing off my dainty feet. My legs are clad in fishnet thigh highs with a garter belt and straps. My dark hair is curly and tousled; my lips are pouty and bright red. I love dressing up for my boyfriend and teasing him. Glancing around at the other cars I see a big rig behind me and a black bmw with tinted windows right next to me. I can't see inside the car but like my boyfriend said there is no harm even if someone does see me. I like being watched anyway. 

I slide my hand into my dress and pull by breasts out. I'm a 34 C and they are heavy. I pinch at my nipples and roll the window down so they become tight and taunt as the cool night air washes over them. I snap a few pics with my phone and the flash lights up the car each time. Smiling to myself I quickly send the pictures to my boyfriend's number and lean back in the seat. I think about his hardening cock and rub my nipples some more. I'm so turned on and start to slip one hand between my legs when an arm reaches inside my car and presses the unlock button. Before I can react the passenger door opens and a man is inside my car.

"Who the fuck are you? Get the fuck out of my car!" I scream. He smiles wickedly and I turn to open my door to run but it will not budge. The other person is leaning against the door. I feel a hand close over my breast and I try to smack it away. The hand clamps down hard on my breast. "Don't fucking touch me! Get out of my ca...." The words catch in my mouth as I feel something sharp press into my throat.

"Shhhhhhhhhh", a voice hisses right next to my ear. "Little girls shouldn't speak in such a way." The sharpness travels down my shoulder to my side. A hand closes around my throat and squeezes. I feel a nose press against the side of my head and he speaks directly into my ear," What a pretty little thing you are dressed up like such a slut. Does your daddy know you dress this way slut?" I shake my head furiously. "I didn't think so. Daddy should have taught his little girl better. He should have taught his little girl not to let anyone see those puffy nipples." His hand slid from my throat back to my nipples and I could feel him turn his head down to watch and he pinched and pulled at them. "I guess I'm going to have to play daddy tonight and teach you a lesson little girl." He pinched harder and harder and I could feel the tears begin to fall down my cheeks. "I'm going to be your daddy and that's how you will address me tonight and from now on. Do you understand me you slut?" The tears began to flow faster and I nodded. I had no idea how I would get out of this. Someone in another car had to see what was going on. Someone would call the police! "Pull the car to the shoulder now. You are going to do everything I say exactly as I say it or I will cut that pretty face of yours." I put the car in gear and edged over to the side of the road. I turned off the engine and he pulled my dress back up over my breasts. "Get out of the car and take his hand", he said nodding to the other man who now stood by the car again.

The door opened and I took the hand offered to me. He pulled me close to him and I could feel another sharp object pressed into my side. "Walk" said the other man and we began to walk toward the tinted bmw. He opened the passenger side door and I got inside. The second man stood there until the first man slipped into the back seat behind me. He pulled my arms behind the seat and used rope to bind me to the seat. The door closed and the second man slipped into the driver's seat. My dress was pulled down again and now the man behind me used both hands to feel them. "Oh little girl you have such a nice set of tits. We're going to have so much fun tonight. You'll be such a good girl by the time I'm done with you." I could feel his breath on my shoulder when there was a rap on my window. The man froze for a second. The rapping started again. "Roll down the window" he said to the driver. 

The window rolled down halfway and a face looked in at me. The man's face was round and pudgy. He smelled like he needed a shower and behind him I could see the big rig that had been behind me with the door open. I breathed a sigh of relief. I was saved!

"What seems to be going on here boys?"

"My girlfriends car broke down and now we're just waiting for traffic to clear up a bit." Said the driver.

"Did her dress break down too?" chuckled the trucker.

"Just having a bit of fun on the way home.", the driver replied.

"I don't think that's the whole story. I think you're taking this girl against her will otherwise she would be crying."

I nodded my head and looked at him pleadingly. 

The man in the back seat spoke quietly, "Feel her tits."

"What?", said the trucker

"Feel her tits and her pussy. She's young probably 18 or 19 and they are amazing"

The trucker stood there for what seemed like forever. Then one hand was on my tits and the other shoved itself roughly between my legs. His head came in the car and he began sucking on my breasts slobbering all over them. His fingers were hurting me and I tried to get away from him. Suddenly a bright light filled the car. It was a camera flash. The man stopped his onslaught of my breasts. 

"Get away from this car or I send this photo to your company. We will kill the girl and you'll be blamed.", growled the man from the backseat.

The trucker backed away and the driver pulled away down the shoulder. He drove like this and then pulled off on a small gravel road that one would miss unless you were looking hard for it. 

"Daddy saved you slut. Now you really owe daddy."

We drove for a long time deep into the woods. The car finally stopped outside a cabin. It was small and dark. My door opened and a hand wrapped into my hair. My hands were untied and I was forced to bend over to follow. They pulled me inside the cabin and turned on the light. I gazed around the room in horror. There were red benches with restraints attached to them. Whips and chains and riding crops and things I didn't know what to call were adorning the walls. There were shackles hanging from the ceiling. Cages lined the wall. I cringed and looked for an exit. There was nothing except the door where we entered. 

"God look at this fuck toy boss. Look at those legs and those toes. Can I play with her?" I turned and looked at the men behind me. The man obviously in charge was tall. He looked to be well over 6' tall. He had thick dark hair and piercing eyes that seemed to be violating my body even as he gazed at me. His arms were huge and muscular. He seemed to be in his 40's. The other man was my height. He was bald with tattoos running the length of his arms. He was staring hungrily at my feet. I shrank back in fear and began to step away from them.

"Soon", said the tall man. "She needs her punishment first." He stepped toward me and I ran across the room. I didn't know what I was doing but I had to get away. I was snapped backward and fell onto my ass. He had pulled me back by my hair. A big black boot came down on my stomach and held me there. He looked down at me and laughed. "There is nowhere to go and you can scream as much as you want. No one will hear you. He leaned down and flipped me over. I felt something cold and metal slide over my head and rest on my neck. It was a collar. A choke chain used on dogs. He pulled it and I had no choice but to get to my feet. He looked down at my face and then held a large knife to my mouth. He slid it down to my dress and began to slice through the fabric like it was butter. The cold point of the knife traveled down my skin leaving goosebumps in their wake. The dress fell away from me and I was standing exposed in front of them in just my garter, fishnets, and heels. "Perfection" he said. He walked to a chair in the middle of the room and sat down. "Crawl to daddy slut" and he pulled the leash attached to the collar. I fell to my knees and crawled quickly trying to breathe before I passed out. "Bend over on Daddy's lap." I was pulled across his legs with my ass sticking in the air. I felt his hands sliding over my rear. "You're a bad slut aren't you bitch? You brought this on yourself." I heard something come off of a hook. The air whistled in the room and something struck my ass hard. I screamed and wriggled. I felt his cock harden against my stomach. He struck me again and again. The blows fell faster and faster. I screamed and cried and struggled. His cock was like a metal rod against my stomach.

"PLEASE STOP", I screamed.

"Tell Daddy you're sorry"

"I'm sorry Daddy! I'M SORRY!"

The paddle fell to the floor and I felt his hand sliding across my cheeks. My ass was raw but his hand actually felt good on my beaten flesh. Then he slapped me with his bare hand. A slide of the hand then a slap and I was bawling. He pulled my legs apart and traced a line down my pussy lips. His fingers slipped inside me. "If you hate this so much slut then why are you soaking wet?" he said mocking me. He was right I realized. My body had betrayed me and as his fingers found my clit I felt waves of pleasure begin to rock my body. I moaned and he slapped my pussy. Light slaps and first and then harder. I could feel my pussy lips begin to swell. " What a pretty little cunt you have. I can smell you slut". The slapping began to feel good and the lower half of my body seemed to have a mind of its own. I pushed back onto his hand and then his fingers were fucking me. I felt an orgasm coming. "Ask Daddy if you can cum. DON'T YOU DARE CUM WITHOUT PERMISSION!", he yelled. His fingers had found the right spot and now I was fucking his skilled fingers. My nipples were rubbing on his jeans. The sensations were too much and I screamed,"DADDY MAY I CUM?!?!?" 

"Cum little girl"

I felt my muscles contracting and I began to cum and ohmygod it felt so good.... His teeth sank into my ass at that exact moment and I came harder than I ever had before in my life. My body was shaking and I was moaning. 

He picked me up with my body still quivering and laid me on one of the red benches. The cold bench on my warm ass shocked me into the clarity of what had taken place. I began to cry and was angry at my body for reacting to this punishment. He bent leaned over me and locked my wrists into restraints. His tongue touched my cheek and he licked my tears away from my face. "Daddy needs to make a phone call now and you are going to play with Daddy's friend. Don't worry his cock will not touch your pussy. Daddy will fuck you first before anyone else has a turn." He turned and walked away. I heard the door shut and I stared at the ceiling awaiting whatever came next.

The short man stepped to the end of the table and spread my legs apart. He stood over me staring at my body. He was creepy and scary and I hated every minute of it. I heard his belt unbuckle and his pants hit the floor. "He said you can't fuck me you asshole!" I yelled. "He said I can't fuck your pussy" he smiled licking his lips. He bent down and ran his tongue down my thigh and leg stopping at my shoe. He undid the clasp and slowly took my shoe off of my foot. His mouth closed over my toe and sucked at it. His hands ran over my feet as he licked and nibbled at my toes. Then his mouth was all over my foot. I'm highly ticklish and tried to jerk my foot away but he held tight and continued his exploration of my foot. He straightened and looked down at me. "Put your feet on my cock." I hesitated and he slapped my thighs as hard as he could. "NOW BITCH! FEET ON MY COCK!" He pushed a button and the table began to rise putting me into a sitting position. His hard cock was between my feet and he pushed my feet together. "Curl your toes around my cock." I complied and he began thrusting his cock between my feet. "Such pretty little feet. Fuck yes!" He held my feet together and I could see the head of his cock sliding in and out as he fucked them. It was bizarre to see. He thrust faster and faster. He rolled his fingers around my toes then pulled back and moaned as he shot his load across my manicured red toenails. The white cum ran in-between my toes and down to the bench. Some of his cum pooled between my fishnets and my skin. My feet were covered with his cum. He smiled and pulled out his phone, snapped a few pictures of my feet, then turned and walked out the door.

I sat there looking at my feet. I began to shake and cry some more. I felt so wrong. So used so dirty. I needed someone to hold me. To tell me I was ok. I looked around for some way to undo the restraints but there was nothing. The door opened and the tall man came inside. He brought a towel and cleaned the cum off of my feet. He went to one of the walls and seemed to be thinking of what to use next. He brought another chain down and walked to me. He took my nipple into his mouth and ran his tongue over it. He nibbled and slid one hand onto my clit. I moaned and then he bit me so hard I screamed. He stood up and began to methodically slap my breasts. The pain was wonderful somehow and I felt myself growing wet again. He stopped and then brought the chain to my chest. There were little claw like clamps at the ends. He attached them to my nipples and pulled. Pain shot through my tits as he pulled the chain. He climbed onto the table and stood over me with one leg on either side of me. He pulled his cock out and pressed it to my mouth. "Suck Daddy's cock little one. Open your mouth and let me fuck that pretty face." The head of his cock pressed against my mouth forcing its way inside. I had to open wide to accommodate his girth and he began to thrust into my mouth. His cock seemed to be growing as he fucked my mouth. It forced its way into my throat and I gagged but he wouldn't stop. I was going to throw up this was too much. He pulled himself out and hopped off the table stepping between my legs. 

He began to rub the head of his cock between my pussy lips. He pulled at the leash and the chain on my nipples. I couldn't breathe. I struggled I could feel my throat closing and then his huge cock slammed into my pussy. I tried to scream but couldn't. His cock was too big for me and it hurt so much. "God yes that's Daddy's girl. Oh fuck that cunt feels so good, you're so god damned tight" He pounded into me and I felt myself passing out. A blow to the face brought me back. "Tell Daddy how much you love his cock. Tell me how you want it bitch." The chain around my neck loosened but he pulled harder at the chain connected to my nipples. His cock and the clamps felt so good. "Fuck me harder Daddy please fuck me harder. I want it I need it please daddy please!" His cock was so deep inside me and he fucked me harder "You're Daddy's little girl this pussy is mine. You are mine. Fucking slut I'm going to cum deep in that pussy fuck fuck fuck!" He pulled my legs over his shoulders and I felt like I was being split in two. "Oh my god Daddy please can I cum oh god oh fuck oh please oh yes" His hands closed over my throat choking me and then I was cumming and I couldn't stop it. My pussy clamped down on his cock and he yelled as he blew cum deep inside my pussy. He stood there for a moment released my neck and fell on top of me. "Good girl, very good girl" he crooned as he stroked my body. 

I lay there reveling in his touch and realizing that I wanted this again. Again and again. My reverie was broken by the sound of multiple car doors shutting. 

"Company is here little girl. Be good and enjoy the gift Daddy is giving you"

The door opened and in walked another man who looked to be Daddy's age with a tall thin blonde girl on a leash. She was naked and glanced at me nervously. 

"So this is your new pet", said the man approvingly

"I thought they could play together", said daddy. "May I?"

"You're always welcome" said the new man

Daddy turned to the blonde and looked in her eyes as his fingers entered her pussy. She mewed like a kitten and I felt a wave of jealousy wash over me. He whispered in her ear, she glanced up at the man she came with, he nodded and she walked to me. She dropped to her knees and buried her face into my pussy. She licked, no not licked but lapped at Daddy's cum dripping from my cunt. She sucked mine and daddy's juices eagerly then licked at my sensitive abused clit. When I flinched she pulled back and smiled at me. She climbed on top of me and leaned down to kiss me. Her mouth was soft and supple. Our tits rubbed together and she began to grind her pussy on top of mine. I'd never kissed a girl before and this was wonderful. I felt a cord draped across my leg and something white and bulbous was shoved between our pussies. The vibrator was turned on and we both flinched. The vibration was hard and deep. We continued to kiss and she ground harder into me. The vibrations ran through my body and then we were both moaning and grinding and threw our heads back to cum. The orgasm rocked my entire body and both of us were shaking and crying out. The vibrator slipped out and hummed against the floor. She collapsed on top of me shaking and mewing against my neck. We breathed heavily and both turned our heads at the sound of the men approaching us. 

What could possibly happen next?!



Traffic Jams



After a long and tedious day at school teaching the world's worst freshmen class, the last thing she wanted to do was grade another paper, or look at another student... or another human being for that matter! 

It's funny that she was in such a mood, because she normally had a smiling disposition. outgoing, respectful, and a smile that brightened even the most miserable person's day and deep dimples that showed up as a complement to pearly white teeth that greeted you every time she opened her mouth, but everyone had pissed her off this particular day. Everyone pissed her off, from the other teachers, the assistant principal, the superintendant, and even down to the stupid cafeteria worker that gave her an attitude in the lunch line. 

Down the long highway en-route back to her apartment, she ran into the day's usual rush hour traffic crawl. 'Why today?' she thought. 'All I want to do is get out of these clothes and into a hot steaming tub and under warm covers!' 

'Fuck all of these stupid people... I can't believe I am stuck on a planet with all of these people that are breathing my air, and have all of two brain cells in their dumb heads...' 

The more she thought about being home, the more she thought about being in that hot tub, and the more she thought about the tub, the more the thought of being clothed in nothing but her birthday suit and the wetter she became, until the urge just overwhelmed her and her hand slipped into her pants.. 

The feeling of her own juices on her fingers made everything ten times worse than it already was... the feeling of her hot box wrapped around her tiny fingers was just too good to stop now... but she had too! It didn't matter that she was stuck in traffic now. The world around her didn't exist. She figured since the traffic had come to a complete stop she would just put the car in park as the other people around her were doing to conserve gas.

~

The late spring weather was hot and muggy around her and the late days' sun was beaming through her window in on her, and the over shirt that covered her halter top was beginning to stick to her from her body sweating. She took the shirt off and her nipples, despite the heat around her were poking out inches off of her pert tiny tits, and were hard as the glass of her windshield. 

The helicopter that flew above and the plethora of emergency vehicles that were racing up the side of the highway forced her to realize that she was going to be there for quite a long time. There must have been an accident somewhere up ahead, and if she had to be in this bullshit, at least she was going to be comfortable. 

~ 

Unbuckling her seatbelt, which was now sticking to her worse than the clothes that were plastered to her body oh so artistically, the shirt was the next thing to meet the back seat of the car. As she threw her shirt into the back of the car, she looked down at her bra clad b-cup breasts and noticed the hard nipples once again straining against the tightly woven fabrics. 

A lubricating pussy was again her body's instant reaction. Out of the corner of her eye a silver flash caught her attention. Looking to her left, in the next lane parked beside her was a business casual dressed gentleman who was staring intently at the cleavage that was spilling out of the top of her bra. Sitting next to him was a beautiful woman who was also business casual dressed, who also happened to be looking in her general direction. 

'To continue would be morally wrong, but to miss this opportunity would be a shame... what to do?' 

So she did what anyone in her predicament would do, well anyone that didn't give a damn, quite like her at this point in time and she pinched the pointing nipple that was straining to get through her bra. A ripple of heat shot through her body and her breath caught in the back of her throat. ...This was way too good to stop on account of some voyeurs that wanted to stare at her. 

She reached behind her back with both hands and unclasped her bra and freed her pert breasts for the entire world to see. A rush of anticipation shook her body as her internal temperature rose and her level of horniness sky rocketed! 

Grabbing her left nipple in her hand, she dipped her chin into her chest and extended her tongue to her nipple and started licking it furiously. Circling her tongue around it over and over, she suddenly realized that she could push the nipple into her mouth and she started sucking. A tinge shot into her hot pussy as her body lubricated again...this was too much for her mind to process at once!

A free right hand was never a good thing, especially when her pussy was aching so badly to be touched, felt, and fucked! So unbuckling her pants single handedly, she ripped the zipper down so hard it may have broken. She let go of her tiny tit and virtually ripped her pants down and off. In one fail swoop, she had pulled her jeans over her sneakers and was sitting in her 2007 Dodge Stratus in nothing but anklet socks and her white tennis shoes in broad daylight for anyone to see. 

She cursed herself for not carrying her pocket HelloKitty™ Vibrator like she always did. She had switched purses and left it in the other one, but determined to quench this ache; she quickly forgot about the vibrator and dug three fingers deep into her hot pussy with her right hand. Gasping for air after she plunged her fingers into her now dripping hotbox, she had to keep going, this was just the relief she needed after a long tiring day at work. 

The nosey couple in the Lincoln Towne Car next to her were now staring with full intent, and the guy was close to drooling. The raging tent that was beginning to throb in the guys pants was about to be ripped open from the pressure his cock was putting on the not so flexible cotton material. His nosey female counterpart's panties could be all but rung out from all of the hot, wet pussy juice that was leaking through them and into the cloth seats in the luxury car. 

Back in the Dodge Stratus, the show was just getting started as she clawed and probed her warm wet hole. The pressure building up from all of the tension of a long day was all of the motivation she needed to make herself cum like an earthquake. Harder and harder she slammed three fingers into her wanton cunt. It throbbed and ached to be filled. Three fingers weren't good enough, so she added a fourth. The pain that shot through her body from stretching her perfect pristine pussy was more than she could take! She squealed aloud! "FUCK!" 

~

That was all the man in the luxury car could take... without touching his throbbing member once, without taking it out of his pants, he came in rivers just by watching the show that was being put on in the car adjacent to him. Hot jets of semen shot out of his thick cock and saturated the business suit he was wearing. The wet spot grew slightly, and then rapidly when the cloudy jell turned to juice.

~ 

Harder and harder she pumped now only three fingers into her hot baby canal. She needed to feel good. She needed more! The hard nub of her clitoris was fully erect and ached for attention. Sliding her sopping wet fingers from inside of her hole, she used the wet index and middle finger to frig her clit furiously. 

Still needing more, she slid the first three fingers of her left hand into her slit and started fucking her hotbox for all it was worth. She could feel the pressure of her orgasm about to blow the top of her head completely off. It felt so good! 

'Fuck her job, her boss; the principal... fuck the people that were causing this traffic jam, fuck the world. Nothing else mattered... other than her orgasm and feeling good at this particular second. The world completely stopped and ceased to exist. Nothing else...' Her entire train of thought was derailed as she erupted into the biggest orgasm that ever rocked her body. From her toes to the crown of her head tingled with the greatest sensation that she ever felt. She screamed an inaudible sound that could only be described as pure ecstasy! 

~

About five minutes after she came down from the euphoric high that rocked her body, she realized what she had just done. The pair of jeans that she had wore for Fashion-Free Friday at the school were strewn over the front seat with a bright yellow thong hanging out of the top of them. A black underwire Victoria Secrets bra was laying on the seat next to the jeans and thong.

In the back seat was an over shirt, and a halter top that were thrown back there without any care or digression, and as she looked down over her body, she noticed bright pink, puffy nipples, and a sheen covered wet, dripping slit that had just been so vicariously violated.

'Now what Amber?" she thought... "Well, fuck it, I'll drive home naked, and God Help any Ohio State Trooper that has the gall to pull me over, because I have something for them!" 

"I wonder what the nosy voyeurs in the Towne Car are going to do to each other when they get back behind closed doors... I only wonder..."



Traffic Lights



"Have you ever really felt him?"

Mary Carmichael awoke to the sound of the woman's voice in her head. She had a soft, whispery tone and the words made no sense. As Mary swam up from the depths of sleep, the words were replaced with a repeating buzz which she realized was her alarm clock. She reached over automatically and snapped it off, sitting up and knowing she had overslept again.

"Have you ever really felt him?"

She got out of bed and didn't bother to make it. She jogged into the bathroom and washed her face barely with a splash of cold water and a dab of soap. She grabbed her toothbrush, squeezing the mint gel out, and began to brush her impossibly white teeth. She ran a comb thru her straight blonde hair and dashed back into her room, finding a pair of navy pants and a beige silk t-shirt that were clean and wrinkle-free enough to last another day on the job.

"Have you ever really felt him?"

She dashed into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water out of the refrigerator. Her car keys, cell phone and purse were on the table. She picked them up to and headed out the door, being sure to lock it securely behind her.

"Have you ever really felt him?"

She unlocked and opened her car door in one movement, tossing her purse and the bottle of water across the space where they landed with a thud on the passenger seat as she herself climbed into the 1999 nondescript Taurus. As she slid the key into the ignition and turned it on, her other hand deftly wrapped around and secured her safety belt. She slipped the transmission into reverse, checking the mirror and looking from side to side before backing out of her parking spot.

"Have you ever really felt him?"

She rationalized as she drove. If there were no accidents and she managed to catch more green lights then red, there was a slim chance she could make it there on time. She refused to panic, not yet. Her fingers gripped the wheel tightly but her shoulders relaxed against her seat. She switched on the radio and let her body bounce along to some enthusiastic dance beat that blared from her car speakers.

"Have you ever really felt him?"

The sky was a robin's egg blue she noticed as she drove down the road, tapping her foot to the beat. The sun was bright yellow, the shade of a banana. The light shimmered off the blacktop, leaving everything about it hazy and bright. Her windshield showed its' grime unforgivably in the brightness of the morning sun. Maybe this weekend she would get the car washed.

"Have you ever really felt him?"

She pondered for a moment whether she should dare to take the few moments to run thru the drive thru at Starbucks for her morning latte. She remembered she had a meeting at 10 and thought yes, she would need that caffeine. As she pulled up even to the corner where the coffee shop faithfully waited, she slowed her car and pulled in. She dug through her purse quickly for her wallet and had her latte in hand in exactly 3 minutes, 24 seconds. She was impressed and held it carefully as she maneuvered her car back into traffic.

"Have you ever really felt him?"

She still couldn't get the sound of her voice or the words she had whispered out of her head. She sipped at her latte, her head bobbing with the beat as she drove along with the traffic. Go. Stop. Go. Bumper to bumper all the way there, she knew exactly how it would be. The latte was good, it was always good. She licked her upper lip to make sure she had no froth upon it.

"Have you ever really felt him?"

It was not a long drive but it was tedious as there were far too many traffic lights on this stretch of road. However, it was the quickest route. She had timed them all. It had less traffic than the expressway. And of course it had the drive-thru Starbucks. She was used to it, it was familiar. She had traveled it hundreds of times. She figured she could probably drive it with her eyes closed if she had to.

"Have you ever really felt him?"

The girl appeared out of nowhere. The street was empty and then there she was, her blonde hair glittering in the sunshine. Mary heard the thump as the girl bounced off her bumper and hit the pavement as Mary slammed her car into park. She jumped out so fast she nearly forgot to undo her safety belt. She was beside the girl in seconds. The girl's eyes were so blue, as blue as the sky as she looked up into Mary's. Mary could barely breathe; her heart was hammering in her chest as she asked the girl, "Are you okay?"

"Have you ever really felt him?"

The girl just blinked up at Mary. There wasn't any blood that she could see but she didn't know how badly the girl could be hurt. She didn't move her. She barely touched her. She looked at the girl and asked her again if she was okay. The girl began to move her lips, slowly. It looked like she was trying to say something. Mary couldn't hear her. The traffic, the voices and all the sounds of a morning work day were drowning in her ears. She bent close to the girl, closer, so she could hear the faint words coming from her dry lips. When Mary finally heard them, heard the soft whispery tone the girl used, the words she heard were this:

"Have you ever really felt him?"

It was then than Mary began to scream. 



Traffic Lights



I'm an amateur at writing, I'll gladly recieve any criticism, and I hope you like.

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The day was long, tiring. Everything seemed to pass me in a blur of movement, meaningless speech here, cold unfelt laughter there, shovelling meals I don't taste down my throat so I don't starve.

What did I even do today? 

I rolled down the window of my beat up, rust red Toyota Pick-up truck. The heat was suffocating and I tried to rearrange my jeans again. I stopped at a red light and took the chance to find my water bottle, I'd dropped it and it was now somewhere under my seat. I took a quick look at the lights and figured I had a minute or two till they changed so I dived down into the foot-well. Well, I tried to. Being 6 foot 2 inches was slowing my progress tremendously...

"Nice view." 

"Fuck!" I hit my head on the steering wheel, startled. Rubbing my head and being more careful I resumed my seated position and looked up to the voice. Stood poking his head slightly through the window and resting his arm against the roof of my car was a tall man, at least my height, slightly tanned with dark spiky long hair. He was smirking in amusement at me with hazel blue and brown eyes.

I didn't recognise the man, but I was beginning to feel slightly claustrophobic with him so close. 

"Hi?" I squeaked and wanted to kick myself, I'm acting like a little girl speaking to the high school football jock. 

If it was possible, his smirk widened and he let out a small sadistic chuckle, probably enjoying how flustered I was.

I looked at the lights and realised the reason why no one was moving yet was because an HGV had broken down in the middle of the junction.

Damn it I really needed that drink, I was dying in this heat!

"Hey there, neighbour." He answered, again with a small chuckle. I gulped. "I couldn't help but notice you looked a little,... stuck." He said shamelessly allowing his eyes to wander over me and spending an uncomfortable amount of time lingering over my crotch. I knew I shouldn't have worn these skinny jeans today.

"uh, uh yeah. Um, water. I was trying to find my water bottle. I, I dropped it." I managed to choke out. 

He made a face of mock concern, and looked down between my legs, "Here, let me help." and then he did the unthinkable. He reached his other hand through the window, down between my legs letting his sinewy arm rub slight on my now building semi, and down below my seat. He was now halfway through the window with his face right above my crotch and his arm between my legs, he was wiggling his arm around and his face was getting closer to my now raging hard-on.

I froze. I don't think I was even breathing as most of my blood was now throbbing in my nether regions.

"ah." He grunted and started to back off, pulling himself up using my knees with a strong hot grip. He was holding my water bottle.

He smirked as his face was level with mine and unscrewed the cap, he gulped down some water noisily and some dribbled down his chin and down his throat. I shivered and looked away. 

"This what you're looking for?" He asked wiping his mouth on his arm, holding up my slightly less full bottle of water. I could only nod. "What do I get for being a nice guy and helping you out?" he asked teasingly waving the bottle in front of my nose as I went to take it.

"T-thank you?" I stammered. He smirked and shook his head. He slowly brought his face very close to mine and I pushed my head back into the headrest. His lips brushed mine and I could feel a growl of frustration rumble quietly in my chest, the growl turned to a surprised moan as he kissed me hard on the lips. Fire spread through my body and a new long forgotten instinct took over me, need and want. Lust.

I pulled his head towards me and kissed him just as hard. He smiled slightly as we kissed and then abruptly pulled away.

I closed my eyes frustrated and rest my head against the head rest panting slightly.

The man chuckled and I opened my eyes lightly glaring at him.

"As much as I would have loved to continue, it looks like the road is clearing." I looked to the junction and saw the HGV being towed away, "How about we catch a bite to eat down at a diner I know?" He asked smiling genuinely handing me my bottle of water. 

I unscrewed the cap and drained half of the contents in one breath. The man licked his lips, smiling like a Cheshire cat. I noticed for the first time in a while I Felt hungry. "Sure."



Traffic Stop



“Shit,” Marti muttered under her breath, seeing the flashing blue lights in her rearview mirror. She’d checked her speed when she saw the squad car, 48 was too fast for this street, but didn’t think he’d pull her over. She steered to the curb and stopped, hoping he’d go past, but he didn’t. The lights pulled in right behind her. Marti turned off the car and rolled her window down, then waited apprehensively. 

Relief flooded her when she heard the familiar voice of her boyfriend’s buddy. “A little fast tonight Marti,” he chided. 

“Hi Jon,” she replied, sheepishly. His flashlight quickly illuminated the inside of her car, he swept it over the backseat first, then directly at her. 

“Do you know how fast you were going?” 

“No,” She lied. 

“48 Marti, the speed limit is 30.” She didn’t respond, staring nervously at her hands on the steering wheel. Surely Jon wouldn’t give her a ticket, he and Dave had been best friends most of their lives, going to school together, rooming together during their Police Academy training, and though Jon worked for the City and Dave worked for the Sheriff’s Department, they usually worked the same shift. They played softball together in the summer, basketball in the winter, and worked out at the gym together at least twice a week. 

“Your license Marti?” he asked, bringing her attention back to the present. She fumbled in her purse and finally found it. “Now just sit here and look pretty, I’ll be right back,” he said, seemingly amused at her awkwardness. 

She looked into her mirror and noticed a second set of lights, “Must be a quiet night,” she mused, glad that Dave was assigned to patrol another section of the county tonight. 

After what seemed like an eternity Jon returned, her heart sank when he handed back her license and a ticket. “Marti, you’ve got a taillight out in back too.” She wasn’t aware of that

“Ok, I’ll fix it,” she promised quietly. 

“My partner’s gonna follow you home to make sure you get there safely,” he said, placing his hand on her shoulder softly. Her mind was racing to come up with a way to avoid telling Dave about the ticket. She started to plead with Jon to change his mind but quickly abandoned the idea, knowing she’d be in more trouble then. Finally she pulled her car back into the street and drove slowly away. The second set of lights pulled directly behind her. “Three damn blocks,” she grumbled to herself, thinking of the lecture she would face in the morning when Dave saw the ticket. 

She pulled into the parking lot and turned her car off. Taking longer than necessary to gather her purse off the passengers seat she hoped the officer would drive off before she got out. He was still there when she stepped out of the car, she walked quickly past without looking, her pride stinging. 

“Martha.” Her heart stopped when she heard her name. Dave’s voice was calm, but he never called her Martha. She turned and strained against the darkness to see into the driver’s window. He was not smiling, she knew she was in a lot of trouble now. 

She jumped when his car door closed. His footsteps on the pavement seemed louder than normal, and her feet felt as though they were set in concrete. “I thought you were….,” her voice trailed off leaving the sentence unfinished. 

“I was,” he replied, “Until I had to bring a drunk driver to jail.” He stood directly in front of her, at nearly a foot taller he seemed to tower over her. Marti looked down, her eyes fixed on one of the buttons of his shirt, tears welling up in her eyes as she waited for his lecture. “Give me the ticket,” he ordered. She reluctantly handed him the paper. “How fast were you driving?”

“Forty-three,” she lied, immediately regretting it, he would have seen her speed on Jon’s radar.

“43?” he questioned.

“Forty-eight,” she admitted in a whisper. 

“Were you wearing your seatbelt?” She nodded quickly. “Why were you speeding?” Marti shrugged her shoulders, any justification she could offer would never be acceptable to him. The silence between them hung heavily, his disapproval cutting through her. 

Finally Dave broke the silence, “This is just a fix-it ticket for the brake light Marti. I told Jon I would deal with your lead foot directly.” For a second she was relieved, but then knew it would be much easier to pay the ticket. He put a hand on her arm, gently guiding her to the back of his squad car. She still didn’t feel brave enough to look at his face. He took her purse and set it on the seat of the car. 

“We’ve talked about your driving before Marti,” He said quietly. She nodded. “Why do I keep telling you to slow down?”

“It’s not safe,” she replied. 

“Why not?”

“It causes accidents,” she said, reciting from previous lectures.

“That’s right,” He answered. “Why do I want you to be safe?”

“So I don’t get hurt.”

“Why don’t I want you to get hurt Marti?”

“Because you care about me,” Large tears slid down each of her cheeks as she whispered her last answer. 

“Do you know how much that ticket would have cost you Marti?” he said after a long silence. She shook her head ‘no’, swallowing hard and swiping at the tears now running freely down her face. “Then I’ll give you an idea,” he said. Dave paused for a moment and then said, “Turn around and bend over the trunk of my car.” 

Marti looked at him with disbelief. “Right now Martha,” his voice was suddenly stern. She obeyed quickly, gripped by fear. He raised the skirt of her dress and yanked her panties down with one swift movement. Less than a second later his leather belt smacked her naked ass sharply. Several more followed with no pause between. Marti sobbed harder with each slap, her face and hair a mess. She squirmed and pressed her body harder into the car, trying to escape his relentless spanking. Each smack landed squarely on her cheeks, his pace was even, each strike delivered with equal force. His spanking continued for a few minutes, when he finally stopped her flesh was on fire. He pulled her body upright and wrapped his arms tightly around her. His hands massaged her stinging ass, then smoothed her dress down over it. She sobbed uncontrollably, soaking his uniform shirt with her tears. 

Dave held her for a minute, then gave her permission to pull her panties back up. She tugged them into position while he retrieved her purse off the back seat. Marti blew her nose on the tissue he offered, and mopped the tears off her cheeks. He cupped her chin gently with his large hand and lifted her face to look into his, “I don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to you Marti. Remember that.” A fresh supply of tears sprang to her eyes as she nodded. 

He helped her to the door and unlocked it, then gave her another big hug. “I gotta get back to work, my dinner break is almost over,” he said, pushing her clinging body away. “Lock the door,” he ordered in his usual manner. Before turning to leave he hastily planted another kiss on her forehead, then slipped her key ring out of her hand. “Oh yeah, one more thing, you’re grounded.” She started to protest, but thinking of her now tender ass, quickly changed her mind, watching his back as he walked out the door.



Traffic Stop



Inspired by "Tasha" from the L-Word.

~~~

"What the hell?"

Mia Drayton looked in her rear-view mirror, shocked to see the flashing red and blue lights behind her.

"Shit!" she exclaimed. "I wasn't going that fast, was I? Damn it!"

Mia sighed as she pulled her SUV over to the side of the virtually deserted road. She was on her way home from spending an early dinner with a few friends, taking her usual shortcut on the road that led back behind the City Park. She hated taking the Interstate because she loved to speed and the cops were always out in full force.

"I was bound to get caught someday, I guess," she muttered. She put the car in park but left it running as she reached for her purse in the passenger's seat.

She looked again in the rear-view mirror. The police car was parked right behind her but there was no sign of the officer.

"Tap, tap, tap!"

Mia jumped when she realized that the officer was now right outside her window. The smartly dressed officer tapped again on the window with a long, black nightstick.

"Damn. What's his problem?" Mia grimaced. As she hit the button to roll down the window, she was stunned at what she saw.

First off, the "he" was a "she." And she was absolutely gorgeous.

The officer stood about 5'8", lean and slender. Mia smiled as she took in the woman's smooth, cocoa brown skin. The officer wore dark, mirrored aviator sunglasses and her hair was pulled back underneath her police hat. Though Mia couldn't see the woman's eyes, she couldn't miss the officer's delicious, crimson-red lipstick. 

The officer wore a snug, dark blue uniform: a fitted, button-up shirt that strained against her ripe, full breasts and tight pants that hugged her muscular thighs. As Mia kept looking, she also noticed the gun in the officer's holster. As such, Mia decided to proceed very carefully.

"License and registration, ma'am," the officer said sternly.

Mia reached into her purse and pulled out the documents. Her hands shook as she handed them to the officer. "I'm so sorry, Miss–," Mia quickly checked the officer's badge. "I mean, Officer Martin. I was just–"

"Ma'am," Officer Martin warned, holding up her hand. "One moment please."

Officer Alaina Martin took Mia's information and walked back to her squad car. As she did so, Mia again looked in her rear-view mirror and watched Alaina's tight ass swish back and forth.

Take it easy, Mia, she chided herself. Yes, she's gorgeous, but she's also got a gun.

Mia continued to watch Alaina in her squad car. She's a real cutie, Mia thought. Maybe I can charm my way out of this ticket? Mia shook her long, jet-black hair and checked her reflection in the rear-view mirror. She quickly dug into her purse for a rubber band and a tube of her favorite pink lipgloss.

First, she swept her hair up into a youthful, more innocent-looking ponytail. Then she applied the baby-pink lipgloss to her kissably full lips. I'm gonna get her number, Mia chuckled as she admired her reflection. I never had a problem getting kat before. Why should she be any different? And if I play my cards right, she'll be in my bed before sundown. Mia tingled at the thought of the gorgeous woman between her sweet thighs, taking her straight to heaven. I'm gonna get this sexy girl, Mia determined.

After a few moments, Alaina returned. She had removed her hat and sunglasses and now stood at Mia's window. Alaina's dark eyes sparkled brightly. Her hair, still pulled back into a neat chignon, was black with brown highlights threaded through. Mia was completely stunned at the woman's natural beauty.

Mia flashed her brightest smile. "So you see, Officer Martin–"

"I need you to step out of the car, please, ma'am."

Mia's smile quickly faded as her mind raced. I don't have any warrants, do I? she thought. She turned the car off, reached for the door handle, seemingly in slow motion, and stepped out of the car.

"Step around to the other side of the vehicle, please, ma'am," Alaina ordered.

Too nervous to speak, Mia walked around to the passenger's side. Once on the other side, the towering SUV virtually hid her from the view of the traffic on the road.

"Turn around and place your hands on the car, please, ma'am."

Mia's stomach was in knots as she followed Alaina's orders. Mia turned her back to the officer and put her hands on the side of her truck. Now what, she thought.

Alaina took a good, long look at the woman in front of her.

Mia was a tiny woman, just over 5 feet tall, but she had a curvy build. Men and women alike often complimented her on her generous breasts, slender midsection and thick thighs. Mia's long, dark hair was pulled up into a high ponytail. A few tendrils had escaped and they gently caressed her smooth shoulders. 

Though it was nearing dusk, Mia's honey brown skin shone in the remaining sunlight. She wore a snug, white tank top with an obscenely short denim skirt. As a final touch, she wore gold, four-inch heels that gave her calves a sexy look.

Alaina stepped in close behind her, right up to her ear. "Mia Drayton?" she asked.

All Mia could do was nod.

"Do I know why I pulled you over?"

Fear began to tinge Mia's nerves as she shook her head.

"I've seen you before, Ms. Drayton."

Mia's mind turned to mush and her knees began to shake.

"Do you know where?"

Mia shook her head. The blood rushing in her ears pounded in her head. She could barely hear what Alaina was saying.

"At the Crystal Palace. Two nights ago. You were in the parking lot. In a black minidress."

Mia's mind went blank. The Crystal Palace? Suddenly it came back to her. Oh God, she thought.

"You know what happens at the Crystal Palace?" Alaina asked.

Mia swallowed hard and nodded again.

Alaina whispered right in her ear. "Tell me." 

In that moment, Mia couldn't find any words.

"Tell me," Alaina repeated as she placed her hands firmly on Mia's shoulders.

"It's...it's a girl bar," Mia squeaked.

"Yes it is. It's a place where girls go to meet each other. A gay bar, right?"

Mia nodded.

"You were pretty cute, you know that?" Alaina's fingers gently rubbed and stroked Mia's bare shoulders. "Such pretty brown skin. Such a beautiful body."

Mia moaned at the sudden rush of passion. Though she wasn't as scared as before, she was still a bit nervous. However, Mia's body began to betray her as her nipples stiffened against the thin material of her tank top.

"I love cute girls. Especially hot, sexy ones such as yourself." Alaina chuckled. "But I think you're a cocky one, aren't you? I bet you thought you could 'get me,' huh?"

Mia gulped.

Alaina slid her hands down Mia's curvy body until they rested on her waist. "I think I need to frisk you." She paused and spoke very softly in Mia's ear. "I won't hurt you, baby. I promise."

Mia shuddered at the invitation. She closed her eyes, no longer afraid, but needing badly to feel more of Alaina's firm, but amazingly gentle touch.

Alaina suddenly knelt down on the gravel until she was at eye-level with Mia's legs. She placed her hands on Mia's ankles and stroked the brown skin.

"You're gorgeous, baby," Alaina whispered. "I wanted you from the first time I laid eyes on you." She continued rubbing and stroking Mia's smooth, silky skin.

Suddenly, Mia felt a warm, wet, tickling sensation on the back of her knee. She looked down and groaned as she realized Alaina was gently licking and nibbling her legs. Mia threw her head back and enjoyed the delicious sensations.

Alaina laved Mia's firm, toned calves, slowly working her way up to Mia's thick thighs. Mia shivered as she felt the loving tongue slither all around her golden, heated skin.

"More," Mia whispered.

As Alaina's lips and tongue continued their assault on Mia's legs, her hands were busy too, caressing and fondling Mia's delicate skin. She continued up higher and higher until she reached the hem of Mia's miniskirt. Alaina reached underneath and hooked her fingers into Mia's tiny panties.

Alaina looked up. "Yes?"

"Yes," Mia sighed. "Please..."

Alaina slid her panties down and was greeted with the scent of Mia's tangy essence. Alaina licked her lips in anticipation. Then she raised Mia's skirt until it was bunched around her waist. 

Mia's naked ass was proudly on display. Alaina gripped the firm cheeks and squeezed gently. She ran her fingers all over Mia's soft, honeyed flesh. Then Alaina groaned as she leaned in and planted tiny kisses all around the firm globes. 

Mia shuddered and spread her legs wider as she tingled in delight. Her head throbbed with need as Alaina licked, sucked and nibbled at Mia's cute tush.

"Turn around," Alaina ordered. Mia did so quickly and leaned back against the cool steel of her SUV.

Alaina, unable to wait and needing the sweet nectar, leaned into Mia's midsection and rubbed her face against the girl's stomach. Alaina planted more scorching hot kisses all over her soft, supple skin, right to the top of Mia's dark mound. She playfully wiggled her tongue against Mia's bare skin.

"You shave, huh?" Alaina asked. "That's so sexy, baby."

Alaina kept up her teasing while Mia sighed and panted in sheer lust. Finally, Alaina's strong hands gripped Mia's waist as she planted her lips directly onto Mia's hot, wet pussy.

"Oh yes," Mia gasped. "Yessss!" She wriggled in Alaina's grip, but Alaina wasn't letting go.

Alaina locked her lips on Mia's fleshy pussy lips and drank deeply. She held onto Mia's waist tightly as she worked her tongue over and around Mia's sweet honey pot.

"Ahhhh!" Mia cried out. "Oh God!"

Alaina moaned into Mia's pussy as she flicked her tongue back and forth over Mia's jewel. Then she took one hand and spread Mia's pussy open. Alaina spotted the pink gem and went right for it.

"Oh yes!" Mia's entire body tensed up as she felt Alaina's tongue dotting all over her sensitive clit. "Don't stop, baby! Please don't stop!"

Mia, wrought with passion, reached underneath her tank top and began fondling her swollen breasts. Her nipples were rock-hard and she lightly pinched them, loving the erotic sensations coursing through her body.

Tremors began rising in Mia's body as she began racing toward an explosive climax. She looked down and Alaina began licking and sucking her hot pussy even faster. 

Mia moaned as Alaina suddenly grabbed her ass and pulled her in even closer. Alaina's wicked tongue kept fluttering over and over Mia's turgid clit.

Mia's temperature was almost at the boiling point. She could feel Alaina's fingers digging tighter into her ass cheeks. Beads of sweat broke out over Mia's face and neck as she struggled for some type of control. Because Mia never forgot that they were outside, on the side of the road no less, she had to take control of the situation quickly.

As Mia heeded her natural instinct to flip the script and take charge, she realized that Alaina was working even harder to keep her well under submission.

Meanwhile, Alaina, sensing Mia's hesitancy to let go, took both hands and pulled Mia's ass even closer, forcing her juicy pussy even tighter against her mouth. Then Alaina took her tongue and slid it deeply into Mia's tight cunt.

"Fuck!" Mia cried out, shaking with the intense stimulation. "Oh God, oh God, oh God!"

"Cum for me, sweetheart," Alaina moaned against Mia's heated mound. "Cum for me!"

Finally letting go, Mia gave in to the explosion building up inside her. She tweaked her nipples and widened her stance, ready for the erotic volcano inside her to erupt.

"Oh, oh, oh!" Mia wailed as her back arched. "Oh God! Here it comes!" she cried out.

White-hot lightening seared though Mia's brain as her body exploded. "I'm cumming!" she shouted. "I'm cumming! Now! Now!"

Alaina tasted the first burst of sugary juice that flowed from Mia's essence and groaned in delight. She gripped Mia's ass even tighter and drank the precious nectar, licking and slurping every drop. 

Mia moaned and cried out for several minutes as she lost herself in the waves of passion that Alaina had awoken in her.

After a few long moments, Mia, finally spent, sagged against the side of her truck. "Officer Martin?" she panted, struggling to catch her breath after such an explosive orgasm.

"Please. Call me Alaina," she said as she rose to her feet. "What is it, Mia?"

"Alaina, I...I'm not sure I can drive," Mia said as she struggled to compose herself. "Actually, I think I need a police escort home."

"I'm at your service, baby," Alaina whispered as she wrapped her arms around Mia's waist and deeply inhaled Mia's scent. "That's my job, honey – to protect and serve."



Traffic Stop



I was driving home from Ohio, I had gone out to see my fiancee, when I noticed the flashing red light in my rear view mirror. "Damn!" I cursed as I steered my car into one of the larger pull off areas that dot the PA turnpike. I checked my speed, sixty seven in a forty mile an hour construction zone! I was in for a hefty fine, a very hefty fine. With the new surcharge the state tacks on tickets, and the fact that all fines and penalties are doubled in construction zones, I was looking at a minimum of $500.

As I parked and shut off the car, I felt overwhelmed with a growing feeling of panic. I couldn't afford this! I know, I know, then I shouldn't have been speeding. But I was, and now I was in big trouble. What with paying the insurance, the car payments, and the hospital bills from my surgery, I was real short for cash as it was now.

I located my registration and license, got out of the car and walked back to meet the cop. In the dim summer darkness I could see that he was a tall heavyset man in his early forties, with sergeant stripes on his shoulders.

"Well young man, do you realize just how fast you were going?" he said as way of a greeting. 

I sighed, "Yes sir, I do, and I'm very sorry, I hadn't noticed I had entered a construction zone." 

He snorted, "With all these yellow blinkers?"

I ducked my head apologetically, "Uh, yes Sir, I'm afraid so."

He led the way back to the cruiser, "Get in and we'll get started."

Sitting in the passenger seat I gave him the information he requested. My heart sank when he tallied up the figures, "Four hunnard and eighty five dollars" he drawled out.

Involuntarily I let out a groan, "Oh no!"

He looked at me curiously, "Whats a matter? Not willing to pay the band after the dance?"

I decided to try and talk him out of the ticket. "Sir, I realize I was speeding, and I do deserve the ticket, but to be honest I can't afford it. I don't have enough money to pay it with."

He chuckled, "If your trying to talk me out of this ticket, that ain't gonna work. As you said, you were speeding, and you do deserve it. You should think ahead to the consequences of your actions. This ticket is a well deserved punishment."

I felt myself growing desperate, "Your right officer, I do deserve punishment for breaking the law, but I can't afford THIS punishment."

He looked up sharply, "What are you getting at?"

I really didn't know myself, but he seemed intrigued so I continued, groping for words. "Well... it seems to me that there should be some alternative... some other way of settling this problem..."

"The courts will arrange financing if you need that." He replied.

I noticed that he was watching me closely, "I mean without the courts."

"Are you trying to bribe me?" he demanded

"NO!" I cried, "If I had the kind of money it would take to bribe you I'd be able to pay the ticket."

"So just what are you getting at? What kind of punishment are you suggesting?"

"I really don't know," I confessed "I was hoping you'd suggest something."

He put down his pen, "You want me to beat you or something?"

"Uh, no... No I guess not." I said hurriedly, mentally shuddering at the image of him beating me with a night stick.

The cop had a funny look on his face now. "Sometimes, we work out a kind of "work release" program." He said thoughtfully. "Of course there is really nothing you can do for me... So forget it." He went back to writing.

"Wait a minute!" I said in a voice filled with desperate hope, "There must be something. Anything! I'll do anything!" 

He put down the pen again, "Anything?" He repeated thoughtfully.

"Yes! Yes, anything." I nodded eagerly.

He looked at me for a moment, "You don't seem the type." He decided.

"What are you talking about?" I asked

"Are you gay?" He demanded bluntly.

"A wh...what?" I said in shock

"Are you gay, you know, a homosexual? If you are we may be able to come to an arrangement. If not then I'll just finish filling this out." He said calmly.

My mind was awhirl, "Are you?" I asked tentatively, "Are you a homosexual?"

"Me? Hell no, I'm just incredibly horny," he answered. "The question is, are you?"

"No...no I'm not." I replied as steadily as I could.

"Oh." He sounded disappointed. He went back to filling out the papers.

Bills flashed in front of my eyes. I had already borrowed an advance on my salary from my boss, my father had said that enough was enough, I just couldn't deal with this added burden.

"Wh...what would you. I mean, what would I have to do." I asked quietly.

He looked at me for a moment before answering, "Go down on me, suck my cock."

"Is that all?" I asked slowly. I was so nervous that I was trembling.

"That depends on how well you do it." he answered. "If you do a real good job I'll let you off at that, if you fuck it up... Well, lets say your sentence might be extended." He waited for my reaction, "Well?"

Closing my eyes I nodded, "I'll do it."

The trooper set the ticket pad on the dash and picked up the mike and called base, telling them he'd be "busy" for the next half hour. Turning to me as he reached around to the back of his Sam Brown, "One thing more, I'll have to cuff you."

"Cuff me? Why?" I asked

"So you don't try and grab my weapon." he said as he pulled out a set of gleaming handcuffs.

I tried to talk him out of using the cuffs, promising to cooperate and not try anything, but he was adamant in his determination to use them, and when he indicated that he was going to recommence writing I gave in. 

He put them on snugly, tighter than I thought was necessary, and I told him so as he unzipped his trousers, and pushed them and his undershorts down to his knees.

He told me to shut up and get busy. Struggling to adjust to the cuffs, I hadn't really been watching him, but now my attention was drawn to his cock. 

It was huge! I would guess at least eight inches long, far bigger than my own. Fear went through me, as well as revulsion. He reached out and grabbed the back of my collar and said, "Are you sure you ain't a homo?" 

I found my voice, "No, I'm sure."

"Good, I wouldn't want you to like this, it wouldn't be a punishment if you were into it." Pulling my face down to his cock he continued, "Get to work. Start kissing, and licking and sucking on it. DON'T BITE IT! Or you'll be real sorry, and when I come, you swallow it, you understand?"

"Yes, S...Sir" I stammered.

Slowly I stretched out my tongue and licked the tip, it was soft and warm to the touch. Moving closer I worked my way down the shaft, licking, and kissing it. Trying to remember all the things my girlfriend does to me. Reaching the base of the shaft, I ran my tongue back up its length, along the underside. I did this half a dozen times, until the cop roughly ordered me to suck on it. Opening my mouth as wide as I could, I engulfed his cock. Moving my head in a rhythmic bobbing motion I worked on him for several minutes like this. Twice he hissed under his breath for me to "watch the damned teeth." Each time I adjusted as best I could. Finally, with an irritated snarl, he grabbed my head with both hands and pushed me down on him, forcing his cock in deeper than I had been taking it. Gagging as it pushed its way down my throat, I found it difficult to breath, both from the obstruction and because my nose was buried in his pubic hair. After a moment or to like this, he pulled me up slightly, and allowed me to catch a quick breath, before shoving me back down. This went on and on, with my hands cuffed behind my back, I had no way of bracing myself, and had to go where pushed. 

The rhythm and tempo increased, I found it increasingly difficult to breath; but I noticed that his breath was also getting shorter. Not having any experience at this, I failed to recognize his orgasm until it was too late. Choking on the sudden flood of scalding hot, salty semen, I did swallow some, but the vast majority of it dribbled down his shaft, and formed clumps in his pubic curls. 

When he had finished pumping his load into my mouth, he pulled my head back. Seeing the clots of cum he cursed. "You fucking little twat, I told you to swallow it!"

"I tried..." I began.

"Shut up, and get down there and lick it up." He barked angrily. I bent my head and lapped feverishly, if futilely, at the curly nest of hair. I could feel hairs sticking to my tongue, even getting caught in my teeth. He continued speaking, "Your sentence continues, your not getting off with that sorry excuse for a blow job."

After several minutes of my licking, he pushed me away and started the car and drove to a quiet section of the pull off area, several hundred feet from the road. Parking so the passenger side was away from traffic, he pulled up his pants, warned me not to move, got out and, came around to my side of the car. Opening the door he pulled me roughly from the car and had me stand beside him. Closing the front door, he opened the rear door and did something with his flashlight against the switch to turn off the dome light.

Turning to me he pulled me by the elbow so I was facing into the back seat. Grabbing the waist band of my shorts he jerked them down past my knees, followed by my undershorts. As he did so he said, "Can you guess what happens now?" 

I stuttered again,"Y.., yes."

"So tell me." he said it almost conversationally, as though speaking of the weather. Simultaneously he grabbed the back of my neck and pushed down. "Bend over at the waist," he instructed, "Put your face and chest on the seat." 

Cuffed as I was I had no choice. "Your going to fuck me." I whispered.

"That's right, spread your legs some more..." he waited, "good, bend at the knees a little."

I could hear his zipper, and feel the cloth against my bare ass. Then the tip of his cock brushed my cheek. It had almost completely recovered from the first orgasm.

"Aren't you going to use some kind of lubrication." I asked shakily, as I felt him grip my buttocks in both hands, and his cock began blindly thrusting between my cheeks.

"No, its meant to hurt you, its punishment, remember."

His cock, guided by his fingers, found my anus and began to press against it. Using his thumbs he began pushing into me. I gasped at the pain, while he groaned about the tightness. With steady, unrelenting pressure he forced an entry into my rear. I struggled to keep from screaming, not sure how he'd react to that, and fully aware that there was no one to hear me.

"Damn your tight! You really are a virgin." he muttered.

"Christ! It hurts! Your tearing me up inside!" I cried out in anguish.

"Shut your mouth." he snarled, thrusting deeper and deeper into my abused ass. Finally he was in to his satisfaction. Pulling back slightly he began to fuck me. Short, painful thrusts at first, growing to long excruciating strokes as he built up speed.

"Shit," he growled, "I can't hold back very long, your too tight."

Maybe it didn't seem like a long fuck to him, but to me it was an eternity. His thrusting was dragging my face and chest back and forth across the vinyl seat, adding to the pain and humiliation. In truth the whole thing probably lasted between five and ten minutes.

Suddenly he stopped, rammed all the way into me, thrust a little deeper, and with an animal like growl, pumped his cum into my ass.

He held that position for several moments afterward, before pulling his now semi flaccid cock out of me.

I heard him grunt behind me, "Look at this mess." He grabbed my shirt and pulled me out of the car. "Get on your knees," he ordered, "and turn around and face me."

When I had complied he said, "Look at the mess my cock is in, covered with cum and shit, your shit. Since my wife sucks her pussy juice off my cock, it seems you should suck your shit off it to."

I looked at him in horror, "No! I won't do it!" 

"Oh you'll do it all right, its just a question of whether you do it with this flashlight rammed up your ass, or without it." He hissed.

There really was never a question about disobeying. Closing my eyes and, holding my breath, I began the revolting process of licking jism and feces from the glistening shaft of his cock. Long before I had finished he had gotten hard again, so it came as no real surprise when he grabbed my head with both hands and began fucking his dick in and out of my mouth. 

Slamming his balls against my chin, bruising my lips with the flat of his stomach, he fucked my face savagely, whispering names at me from above. "Faggot, cocksucker, homo, scumbag, pussy..." 

Finally, after several particularly violent thrusts, he splashed his cum against the back of my throat. 

There wasn't as much as before, and I was able to swallow all of it this time.

When he was finished, and after wiping his wet and, soft cock against my face several times, he zipped himself up, and removed the cuffs. While I pulled my shorts up he retrieved my license and registration. Getting into his car he started up and drove off with out another word. 



Traffic Stop



Warning: This story contains themes of violence, rape, masculinity, humiliation, and law enforcement. If you are not interested in exploring these issues in an erotic context, please go elsewhere. I hesitate to even call this "fantasy," because it is not something I crave, necessarily, but something I felt compelled to explore. All feedback, whether positive or constructive, is greatly appreciated.

James and Emily were eager to get back to their apartment. It was their one-year anniversary, and they had spent most of it driving on the dark Wisconsin highways. They'd enjoyed a romantic weekend in Chicago, but not wanting to spring for another night at the hotel, they had decided to drive home to the Twin Cities, and spend their romantic evening there. Emily had hinted to James that she had a surprise for him, one that he would like, so James was driving fast, and both were acting bubbly and romantic the whole way.

James and Emily were both late bloomers, and at 19 and 18, respectively, they were each the other's first. It had taken them almost six months to "go all the way," as Emily called it, but since then, they had gradually grown more adventurous. Emily had even gotten on top once, which they both found very scandalous and exciting.

It was probably because they were so happy and excited that they did notice the speed trap that they blew past at 70 mph in a 65 zone. But they quickly noticed the blue and red lights in their rearview mirror.

"Oh shit," James said, as Emily peered over her seat at the following cruiser. He began obediently pulling his car into the breakdown lane. "I was barely speeding," he complained. The cruiser stopped a little way behind them, and they waited for the officer to approach.

The police officer looked about 40 years old, and had a little bit of stubble on his chin. "License and registration, please," he ordered. James fumbled in the glove compartment for it. Emily tugged gently at the hem of her black dress. It was shorter than most clothes she wore, and the officer's gaze had suddenly made her aware of it.

"Could you both please step out of the car," the officer said, after studying the registration for a moment.

"Is there something wrong?" James inquired, after a worried look past between him and Emily.

"I said step out of the car," the policeman said sternly.

Both stepped out of the car, looking first at the policeman, then at each other. Another officer who they had not noticed in cruiser approached from it. He was a black man, taller and younger than the first.

"How are we doing, Officer Daniels?" he asked urgently.

"This car matches the description, and the registration looks phony. We need to do a search."

"What's wrong with our registration?" James asked, incredulous.

"Sir, your car matches the description of one used recently in a drug case. We are going to search your car and your persons," the second cop answered, and in one move had closed the distance to James, and put a pair of hand cuffs on one wrist.

"This is outrageous!" James complained, as he allowed himself to be handcuffed. "There's nothing in our car!"

"Then you shouldn't mind us having a look. Right Officer Murray?" the first cop said sternly.

"That's right," the second cop replied. He brought James by his wrists to the side of the car, and sat him down. Officer Daniels led Emily around and sat her down next to him. When she sat, her thighs hiked up her dress, and with her hands cuffed behind her back, she was unable to adjust it.

The police searched the car thoroughly, even cutting into his upholstery, despite his entreaties. When their search yielded nothing, they turned to James and Emily.

"Alright, I'll strip the girl, you take the boy," Officer Daniels ordered.

"What?!" James shouted, "this is outrageous!" as Officer Daniels tried to lift him to his feet.

"James!" Emily cried out, with fear in her voice.

"Looks like he'll be a two man job," Officer Daniels observed. He approached James, who was still struggling, and waited until Murray had him tightly around the chest from behind. Daniels unbuckled James' belt, and quickly pulled down his pants, despite his angry pleas.

James' flaccid cock was now exposed to the warm summer air. Daniels took the small cock firmly between his fingers and moved it around, searching for contraband hiding underneath it or behind his sack.

"You have no right to do this to us!" James argued, struggling, his voice cracking. He stopped struggling as he heard Emily begin to cry. As the three of them looked at her, a quiet hiss and growing wet patch on the pavement beneath her told them that she was wetting herself.

Daniels approached her and hoisted her to her feet as she cried quietly. "Hold him tight while I examine the girl," he ordered, and Emily sobbed more loudly at this prospect.

Daniels began lifting her dress, and Emily struggled a bit, but he held her firmly. To James' surprise, a bald crotch came into view. James realized what his surprise had been.

"Oh, check out this nice little tramp," Daniels remarked to Murray, causing Emily to turn a deeper shade of crimson and begin to sob anew.

"This bitch was looking to get fucked." Said Murray, and Emily cowered quietly at this new indignity.

Daniels reached down to Emily's bald crotch and began rubbing the top of her slit lewdly. "Spread your legs like a good girl, I'm just trying to search you."

Emily shook her head defiantly. Daniels nodded to Murray, who thumped James in the gut with his closed fist. James moaned and doubled over in pain.

"No!" Emily yelled, sobbing miserably. "don't hurt him!" She promptly spread her legs and Officer Daniels immediately thrust a finger deep inside her

"Leave her alone," James said, as he recovered from the blow.

"Let's all just take it easy now. If you resist, we'll put you both in the lock up. It's a small town, so it's just a one room lock up. One the one hand, you'd be together, but on the other hand, your roommates might be awfully affectionate with one of you..." Daniels said, thrusting his fat middle finger rhythmically for emphasis. Emily grunted helplessly.

"Would you believe this, Murray?" Daniels exclaimed. "This little slut is getting wet from this!" Emily sobbed again, and she avoided James' eyes. Daniels put another finger in her, stretching her tight, slick cunt.

"You're done, just leave her alone!" James shouted.

"I'm just getting started!" Daniels replied. He bent Emily over the hood of the car, so that her chest was pressed firmly against it. Her dress was hiked way up, so her entire petite, pale bottom was exposed. "Spread 'em, cunt," he ordered. Emily hesitated. "Hit him aga..." he started but Emily screamed "No!" and she immediately parted her cheeks with her cuffed hands, exposing her little pink anus.

Daniels took his slick finger and put it to her asshole. Slowly, it sank into her, and she grunted from discomfort and shame. As he began thrusting it in and out, Emily began to moan whorishly.

"Hey Daniels," Murray said, with mischief in his voice, "looks like our boy likes to see his slut get some action." He gestured at James' exposed cock, which had hardened, despite his best efforts, at the sight of his beloved's abuse. Now it was James who could not meet Emily's eyes. "Let me get a turn with her," Murray asked.

Emily let out a pathetic mewing sound when the finger was finally withdrawn from her asshole, and Murray took his place behind her. "Get on your knees, bitch!" he said, pulling her roughly off the hood and to the ground. She fell to her knees awkwardly, and the pavement hurt her exposed kneecaps.

"Please, no more, just leave us alone!" James begged.

Suddenly, Daniels reached around from behind him and grabbed his smallish erecting in his meaty hands. "But your girl's about to give us a show! You don't want to miss that!" he exclaimed, started to jerk off James' cock.

Meanwhile, Murray had unbuttoned his pants. He pulled out a cock that, even only semi-erect, dwarfed James' hard little dick. Emily gasped and began to sob anew when she saw it. "I know it's big babe, but a pro like you should have no trouble with it at all. Open wide, cunt!"

Knowing that James' would be beaten for her refusal, Emily opened her mouth reluctantly, and immediately found herself gagging on Officer Murray's huge member.

"Oh yeah, that's a good little whore..." Murray said, grunting with pleasure. He'd taken Emily's head in his hands and was forcing it up and down on his meat, making her gag a little with each thrust.

"You like watching him fuck her face with his huge black cock, don't you?" asked Daniels, as he slowly but firmly masturbated James' cock. He was ashamed to admit that he was barely able to keep from cumming already.

Saliva was dribbling down Emily's chin, but with her hands cuffed behind her back, she had no way to wipe it up. It dribbled down onto her thinly veiled breasts, leaving a sticky mess. Murray continued to grunt as he fucked her face roughly for several minutes.

"Oh yeah, here it comes..." he groaned. James tried to look away, but found that he couldn't. Instead he watched and saw as Emily's face turned to one of even greater disgust and humiliation as this brute emptied his balls in her mouth. Just as he was finishing, he pulled away from her, spraying two last shots of semen across her lips and face. Emily was startled, and sputtered a bit on the cum she already had in her mouth.

"That's a good girl!" Daniels cooed. He began walking James towards her. "What don't you give your girl a big wet kiss on the lips," Daniels suggested.

"Please," James wailed, "let us go!"

"C'mon," Daniels cooed, "just give her a kiss. You don't want her to think you don't love her anymore..." He forcibly bent James' head and body towards Emily's red, tear-streaked, cum-smeared face. Emily was sobbing is their lips met, and James kissed her, trying to reassure her. Her lips and cheeks were greasy with cum, and her mouth and breath tasted heavily of it.

Suddenly, James was lifted up again from behind, not by Daniels, but by Murray.

"My turn," Daniels said, grinning, as he grabbed Emily's shoulders and lifted her to her feet.

"No!" she screamed, a strand of cum swaying from her chin as she struggled. In two steps Daniels had bent her over the hood again, and this time he was unbuckling his belt.

"You'll both go to jail for this!" James shouted angrily!.

"Oh really? What are our badge numbers?" Daniels asked. James faltered.

"How 'bout our names then?" Murray added. James looked and saw that their badges were covered at the bottom by little silver strips of tape, so that you had to look for the names and numbers before you noticed that they were covered up.

James struggled harder but Murray held him fast. "I wonder if your girl fucks as good as she sucks..." he said quietly in James' ear.

Daniels had taken out his cock, which was hard and very thick, though not quite as long as Murray's. It was easily twice the diameter of James' own. He put it to the edge of Emily's trembling cunt lips. She tried to look behind herself at him, but the handcuffs and her position made it tough. Slowly he began sinking into her.

Emily let out a long, quavering moan. Her pussy was stretching to accommodate this man's cock as it had never needed to for James'. Once he was all the way in, she felt fuller than she ever had in her life. Slowly he withdrew, only to push it back in. Emily was so focused on the pain and pleasure that was flooding through her pelvis, she was completely unaware of the rhythmic moaning sound she was making.

"Hmmmmm, you have a tight little cunt sweetie," Daniels cooed. Emily continued to moan. Daniels grabbed her hair with one hand, pulling her head back, and with the other, he slapped her ass hard. "Say 'yes sir' you little cunt!" he ordered.

"Yes... sir..." Emily pleaded, between moans. James watched this fat cock plunge in and out of his girlfriend's vagina. He knew, of course, that it was the first time she had been fucked without a condom.

"Take my cock like a good little girl," Daniels continued. A quick spank brought a "yes, sir" to Emily's lips. After a few minutes that seemed like ages, Emily realized with shame and horror that she was nearing orgasm. She prayed silently that her rapist would finish first and spare her the humiliation.

"She's rutting like a little whore!" Daniels said, "I think she's getting off!" Emily blushed and buried her face as Daniels pounded her sore, aching cunt with his thick cock.

"You're gonna ask permission before your cum, right? If I feel you start to orgasm without permission, we will beat your boyfriend within an inch of his life, you hear?" The mixture of sobs and moans continued to emanate from Emily, as she furiously fought off orgasm.

Finally, with Daniels showing no sign of stopping, Emily decided her last scrap of dignity was not worth her boyfriend being beaten. "Please, sir, may I have an orgasm..." she sobbed, rocking back and forth with his thrusts.

"Say 'please sir, may I cum like a dirty little slut?'" Daniels demanded with a smirk.

Emily sobbed loudly, "please sir... may I... may I cum like a dirty... slut?"

"Close enough," Daniels said, and moments later, James saw Emily screw up her face as he'd seen her do before, and he knew his girlfriend was having a hard orgasm as this man fucked her. She moaned loudly and whorishly as her tight, recently virgin cunt spasmed around a massive cock.

Daniels said, "hmmm, that's right, you did a good job. Are you ready for me to fill you with cum?"

"No, please, I'm not on the pill!" Emily begged, exhausted, "don't finish inside me!"

"I think that ship has sailed, darlin'!" Daniels said, and groaning, he began to cum inside her.

"No!" she wailed, as Daniels continued to thrust in and out of her, smearing his seed around inside her, and allowing some of it to be smeared along her cunt lips as he fucked her.

Daniels grunted and gave a few last hard thrusts before pulling out of Emily with a wet plop. He then rolled her over onto her back, so that her cuffed hands were between her back and the hood of the car, and her legs were spread awkwardly wide.

Murray led James over to Emily on his knees, so that his faces was only a foot from her sloppy, slightly gaping vagina. "Clean your girl up!" Murray ordered, and began forcing James' face between her legs. He resisted.

Daniels slapped Emily hard across the face, and she let out a yelp of shock and pain. "Your girl just took a hard fucking so that you wouldn't get beaten down, and now you won't even give her a little head in return?" He began twisting her nipple. James, broken, began licking his girlfriend's cum-smeared vagina, and Daniels released her nipple.

Emily lay back crying as she stared at the sky. Her vagina was sore and sensitive, but James' tongue felt good on it, even in this degrading situation.

James face was buried in his beautiful girlfriend's pussy, but it was profaned by Daniels' copious semen. Still, not wanting either of them to suffer anymore abuse, he obediently licked up the cum, starting with her outer thighs, and moving to her lips. When they were clean, he was ordered to get more thorough, reaching his tongue deep inside Emily's tender hole, and letting its contents dribble into his mouth.

Murray began rubbing her clit again, and soon a second, lesser orgasm ripped through Emily's weak body, causing her cunt to squeeze even more of its contents into James' waiting mouth.

James finally sat back on his heels, his face smeared with a mixture of Emily's lubrication and Daniels' thick load. Murray and Daniels unhandcuffed them. "I trust you'll keep to the speed limit from now on..." Daniels said, warningly. James and Emily were to tired to nod, as Emily limped around to the passenger's side door.



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Traffic Stop Etiquette



I've been at this little foray into the Emergency Services for a few months now. I love it. These people are heroes one and all. But at the same time they all seem to be just a little crazy. Some are even proud of it.

I had been on a ride-along or two (okay maybe more than two). I had spent some time at Fire Stations, the Airport, Dispatch and was working on finding new people to meet so I could learn more and more about these professions.

In fact I was headed out to find out more about Volunteer Firefighters. Because I could almost understand running into a burning building when everyone else runs out but I couldn't imagine doing it for no pay.  But I wasn't going to make it to the station tonight. So, I'll have to tell that story another time.

The department I was headed to was actually in a small town about 20 or so miles from where I live. I was driving along contemplating the meaning of life when I looked in my rear-view mirror.

Red and blue lights flashing. Shit.

There was a small 'scenic' pullout that I could see nothing scenic about coming up on the right so I pulled in. My hope being that this State Trooper had some other assignment he was rushing to and that he wasn't really pulling me over for speeding.

He followed me.

After I put the car in park I reached for my paper work, watched the state trooper walk toward my car and waited for the inevitable question: 

"Do you know why I've pulled you over today?"

"No sir, was I speeding?" All the officers I had met had told me that respect is the best way to go in these situations.

"I need to see your license, registration and proof of insurance." He said tersely as he accepted the offered paperwork. I was really starting to wonder what I had done. "Remain in your vehicle please."

"Yes sir," I said and I hoped I sounded respectful instead of puzzled.

I watched him walk back to the car and all I could think was "nice ass". Okay, that's probably not the best thing to be thinking in this type of situation but he had been cute and I did know a few of the state guys just not this one. At least I would hope I hadn't forgotten a nice ass like that.

I saw him talk on the radio to dispatch, then on the cell phone that almost all officers carry in their cars these days. He smiled once – so at least I knew that he could – and after he hung up he started back to my vehicle with my paperwork. No citation book, whew – that can be a give-away as to whether you're getting a ticket or not. No sense in carrying it up to the car if you aren't going to use it.

He handed the paperwork back to me and I thought I was home free. Until he spoke again.

"I need you to pull up to that parking spot, turn off the vehicle and step out placing your keys on the driver's seat."

It probably looked pretty bad when my jaw dropped. But knowing these guys as well as I do I knew there was a reason or at least I hoped there was. I know I wasn't being arrested or I would already be 'hooked-up' so it was probably some random drug search program or something. So I did as he asked. As I stepped out of my car I realized I was dressed for a 'ride-along' with the Firefighters so I wasn't wearing panties and my skirt was shorter than usual. 

He had pulled his patrol vehicle into the configuration that most departments use for traffic stops. Behind the suspect's car but so their vehicle sticks out on the driver's side to protect the officer from passing motorists. I had learned not so long ago that a lot of Law Enforcement Officers were killed that way each year. He was driving one of those new and enormous SUV's and next to my sporty little car it seemed it. I also realized that it blocked the view from the road and as I looked over my shoulder I realized that you couldn't see our vehicles at all from the other angle.

I tried not to smile. I hoped that my intuition was right.

He stood in front of me. "I would like to search your vehicle."

I looked him over a little better. Maybe he was a little familiar. 

"Yes sir, that's not a problem at all."

"Is there anything inside it that you would like to tell me about?"

"Just my purse and a soda from McDonald's."

"Please step to the back of your vehicle and put your hands behind your back." As I complied he placed me in handcuffs.

It is the policy of most Police Departments that an Officer doing a search by himself is required to handcuff the subject. For his own protection. It may seem harsh to some but the statistics don't lie. Almost three-quarters of the Officers that die each year in this country die during 'routine' traffic stops. 

He opened my driver door and bent in to look around. I was right, it was a great ass. I was concentrating so hard on his backside that I didn't see what he produced from the passenger seat.

It was then that I heard the crunch of tires and realized that there was a second State Trooper pulling up next to the first. I turned to see a familiar face.

"Hey bud, what's your PC?" I listened carefully; he was referring to probable cause for the stop, without it, no other charge will stick. 

The first Trooper pulled his head out of my car and answered him. "65 in a 55."

"Kind of weak wouldn't you say?"

"I don't know – she seems to be coming along kind of peacefully." He said and nodded at the handcuffs. "Not even a whimper."

"I think she knows the score." The second Trooper stated. He smiled at me. "Don't you Honey?"

I nodded in response. I had a flashback to the first time he and I had "met". He had tucked me into bed in a fashion that I would like to have done to me every night. He had repeated the performance several times and if memory served me correctly the last time he and I had had an interesting discussion about a little fantasy that I had. In fact, while I wasn't going to get my hopes up I could feel my pussy getting wetter by the second.

The first Trooper came out of my vehicle with my purse and was looking in it. I started to smile. You see there are a few people, including the Trooper who liked to tuck me in, who know that I carry a few 'toys' with me just about everywhere I go.  Now I knew the cell phone call had been a set up.

"Ma'am, would you like to explain these?" He asked as he pulled one of the bigger vibrators out of the bag. 

"I didn't know that it was against the law to have a vibrator." I looked at him rather innocently and tried to shrug with the cuffs restricting my arms.

The second Trooper looked me at me as the other set my bag on the trunk of my car. "Lean over the car and spread you legs." 

I knew what this was about. A full body search, I had enjoyed several. I complied.

He started at my head and ran his hands through my hair, messing it up. His hands tightened as he continued down my neck. The momentary reminder that he was in total control made the juice from my pussy start to run down my leg. He continued, checking my back. 

"No bra?" He asked as he lifted my shirt.

He knows better, I thought.

"No sir." See I'm learning - respect. 

His hands slid under my shirt and around the front of my chest till he was holding my breasts in his huge hands. He used his thumb and forefinger to squeeze the nipples. I whimpered a little and he pinched them harder. 

The first Trooper looked on with smug satisfaction.

The second continued his search sliding his hands down to my ass where he pulled my skirt up till it was bunched around my waist.

"No panties?" He asked. 

"No sir."

He slid his hand between my legs and expertly slid two of his fingers inside me. I moaned. He used his other hand to push down on my shoulder so that I was bent more at the waist. 

At this point I knew that my friend had decided to provide me with the fantasy that we had talked about. You just have to love the Department of Public Safety and their willingness to serve the public.

His hand twisted so his thumb put pressure on my asshole. I squirmed a bit.

"Hold still." He said then looked at the first Trooper. "I think there might be something here."

"Did you hear that the new satellite station is almost done? They finished the isolation cells a few days ago."

"Really? Perhaps we should take Missy here for a little ride."

I wondered what the heck an isolation cell was and what two officers could do to me in it. Knowing the second Trooper and is penchant for tying me up I could only hope.

"Got something we can cover her eyes with?"

It was time for me to chime in here even if the protest was only half-hearted. Okay, quarter-hearted.

"Hey, where are we going? Don't I have rights or something?"

The second Trooper grabbed my hair and growled in my ear.

"Sweetheart, you don't have anything. Now shut up or I'll stick something in that pretty little mouth of yours."

Oh, it was so tempting. I would have loved to dropped to my knees right there and suck this guy's cock. I felt my pussy clench at the thought. But I knew that it was going to get a whole lot more interesting if I let it. But I couldn't resist, I decided it was time to be a little disorderly.

As soon as he released my hair I made like I was making an attempt to get away. Almost instantly I was slammed into the back of my vehicle, hands still cuffed behind my back. One of the Trooper's hands was holding a mass of my hair and the other was on the cuffs. He pushed himself into my ass and I could feel his cock, huge and hard, as it ground into me. Would it be a bad idea if I begged him to fuck me, right here and now? Okay, I'll be patient.

"You've got no where to go. Don't make me teach you a lesson right here on the side of the road." 

Oh, but I want that lesson. I thought.

"Now, are you going to behave?" The first Trooper asked.

"Yes," I said in my meekest voice.

There was a sharp tug at my hair.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir." I answered.

A bandana was tied around my eyes and a piece of duct tape was placed over my mouth.

"You get her loaded in your car, I'll secure her vehicle."

I had just about decided to go quietly, but nah, I needed to provide a little more resistance – right? After all, these guys were being kind of easy on me. When he dropped one hand to open the door I made again like I was trying to get away. Three steps later I had been slammed up against the big SUV and could feel that the first Trooper's cock was just as big as the second and just as hard. I knew I wanted him in my mouth before it was over.

"I think we're going to have to hog tie her." He said and the voice was right in my ear.

"No," My hair was pulled back hard again and I heard my friends voice in the other ear. "She's going to go very willingly from now on or she won't get to suck our cocks. Isn't that right?"

Shit, reverse psychology. He knew what I really wanted.

I nodded.

"Because you want to be a good girl, and you want to suck our cocks don't you?"

I nodded again.

"Good girl."

I was placed in the vehicle and told to lie on my side. As we drove I heard the Trooper request his lunch break and it was granted. The other Trooper called '10-7' meaning he was off duty but said he would be out of his vehicle and gave an address.

The vehicle stopped and the door opened. I was pulled from the vehicle, and was lead into a building. I was backed onto what felt like a high seat. The cuffs were taken off one hand and they were replaced by a leather restraint that was attached to something below what felt like a table. It forced me to lay back with my head hanging off one end. As I did a leather restraint was put on my other hand, fastened like the first and then my legs were fastened similarly to something on either side of the table. It left me with my legs bent at the knees and spread wide. I could feel the edge of the table under my ass and had a momentary image of the doctor's office during my yearly check-up. 

I felt something cold scrape across my belly and realized it was a knife. With it they cut off my clothes. 

"Don't worry," one of them whispered in my ear. "We have something for you to wear when we're done with you."

I smiled to myself. Some of those fancy orange pajamas, perhaps? It didn't matter; I was having way too much fun.

There was a pause, as they seemed to decide what to do to me next.

First, a hand spread apart the folds of my pussy. I felt a short stroke across it with a tongue and I jumped. 

The tape was removed from my mouth, but before I could speak a very large cock was shoved in it. Finally, I was getting to suck some cock!

The Trooper at my pussy sucked on my clit and teased it till I was on the verge of coming. He slid two fingers into my hole and began to thrust in time with the Trooper at my head. It was becoming harder and harder not to come. Just when I thought I would go over the edge he pulled away and slapped my pussy once. I responded by sucking harder on the cock in my mouth. I could feel him drive deeper and deeper into my mouth, touching the back of my throat.

"Oh, God she's such a fucking good cock-sucker isn't she?" Ah, who says religion and sex have nothing in common?

He thrust in one more time and then when I thought he would come in my mouth I felt him pull out and shoot his hot load all over my breasts. Another set of hands massaged the come into my chest and then began pinching my nipples.

"Dude, I got to get back out there before they start wondering if I'm going to eat lunch eternally." This came from the Trooper who originally stopped me.

I pouted a little and made a noise.

"Oh, don't worry we have more cock for you." This came from a new voice at my head and was followed by another large cock being put in my mouth.

The first Trooper then whispered in my ear, "Better do a good job on the Sergeant, 'cock-sucker' or you might be here for a very long time." 

Those that know me know that I love to suck cock. I'd have to say almost more than anything. I once went all Dr. Seuess about it "I would do it on a train, I would do it in the rain, I would suck cock anywhere I would even suck a pair."  I smiled to myself as I continued to suck the cock in my mouth.

The Sergeant was vocal and with each thrust he gave me encouragement. "Holy shit, come on baby suck it good. Good girl. Suck my cock. Oh, God you ARE a good little cock-sucker aren't you?" Yep, just one more convert in my sexual religious revolution.


I was rewarded for my obvious 'holy' skill by having my large vibrator shoved in my pussy. Again the Trooper at my feet kept time with the one at my mouth. Each time he slid it in he held it for a moment and sucked my clit. I could feel myself coming closer and closer to my climax. 

The Sergeant pulled his cock out of my mouth and came all over my face. I could feel the hot come on my face and as it ran into my hair. I licked up what had landed around my mouth.

The vibe was still in my pussy and there were more hands touching me than I could account for. Was the whole shift here? I could feel one set of hands holding my pussy open and that person also seemed to be sucking my clit. The person operating my vibrator was now slipping one of my dildos in my ass. A set of hands was on my tits, pinching and sucking. I was going insane. Then to focus me back on the task at hand another cock was placed in my mouth. It was huge, hard and with each stroke it touched the back of my throat. The Trooper who it belonged to wrapped a huge hand around my neck and tangled the other in my hair. He used the leverage to drive it as deep as possible. It was all I could do not to come. I started to moan and squirm as much as my bonds allowed me. 

"Don't let her come," the voice at my head said.

With that the person at my clit stopped, the dildo remained but the vibrator was removed. I felt something cold against my clit. I came back from the edge and concentrated again on the cock in my mouth. 

The Trooper pumped my mouth and fucked my throat deeper than I had ever had done before. It was amazing. My pussy was reacting to the pain inflicted by him pulling my hair and the lightheadedness caused by his large hand around my neck. He continued to thrust and then he shoved his cock in one more time and I could feel his hot come in my throat. I swallowed it and continued to suck until he pulled out of me. 

He twisted my hair in his fist and whispered in my ear.

"You are a very good little cock-sucker. Maybe we should just keep you here to service us." 

There was a chorus of laughter as he released my hair. Now when I say chorus there were definitely enough people in the room to sing harmony. I was guessing 5 or 6 even.

Before I could really try to sort it out they all stopped laughing. Someone had just walked in the room.

"So you're good at sucking cocks," this voice was new and feminine and right in my ear. "Do you like to eat pussy too?"

"Yes," I whispered.

There was a hard pinch and twist to my right nipple.

"Show respect, cock-sucker."

"Yes, Ma'am." I said a little louder.

Now both nipples were getting the treatment.

"It doesn't sound like you like to."

"Oh, yes ma'am I like to eat pussy just as much as I like to suck cock." The pain from my nipples was turning to pleasure that was going straight to my pussy and I knew it was getting wet again.

I heard some rustling at my head and then my face was covered with a wet juicy pussy. I dove right in. I started by licking and sucking until I found her clit. Then I sucked hard on it till I heard her moan. I dove my tongue into her hole and shoved it in as far as I could. Then slid it back up to her clit. Oh how I wish I had my hands so I could use them to get in there. 

As if to read my mind she reached her own hand between her legs and spread the folds so her clit was wide open to me. I licked and sucked, even sucking on her fingers. God, it was hot to have her hand right there, feeling me eat her delicious pussy. I wanted badly to make her come so I sucked and nibbled on her clit till I heard her moaning.

"Oh, God." She ground her pussy harder against my face. "Oh, God, I'm coming."

I was rewarded with her come all over my face. When she pulled away I licked my lips.

I was opening my mouth to say "next" when another cock when in. 

At the same time I felt hands all over my body. On my nipples, pinching then they were sucking on both at once. It was amazing. A set of hands was holding my hair and neck controlling the tempo of the cock that was fucking my mouth. My vibrator returned to my pussy and it was being plunged as far as it would go quickly while the dildo was being thrust in and out of my ass. The fullness of the two made me begin to squirm. Then I felt the folds of my pussy being held back and a mouth began sucking my clit. I moaned against the cock that was still in my mouth and he removed it. 

"Oh, God. Please. Fuck me.  Make me come. I'll do whatever you want, please just let me come." I am never above begging when it comes to these things.

"You'll do what ever we want?" The voice was female but not the same one.

"Yes, please."

"Don't come yet, hold it just a little longer." She whispered.

"Please," I begged and whimpered a little.

"Just a little longer."

I tried but the tempo increased and I could feel myself going over the top.

"Now."

And with that I came, violently. I struggled against my bonds and tried to move my head but could not because of the hands holding me. They continued to assault me even as I begged them to stop. It was like the worst of pleasure and pain but as the continued I felt myself building again toward another climax. I came again almost immediately. 

The sweet torture stopped and I lay spent still tied to the table. I could feel no hands on me and my friend's voice was in my ear.

"Was that what you were fantasizing about the other night?"

"Yes," I said and smiled.




Traffic Stop Etiquette



"Well, rest then. We'll start round two soon." I hoped this bout was going to go at least few more rounds than that before I was knocked-out totally. 



Traffic Stop with a Twist



Let me first tell you a little about myself. I am a 21 year old college student with an athletic build. I have light brown hair and green eyes. This is the first story I have ever written so please leave feedback to tell me what you think. 

This story is completely fiction, so, don't try anything of the sort, you'll probably get arrested!

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It started out as normal day. I woke up at 6:30am, and finally rolled out of bed at 7:00. I got a shower, got dressed, and headed out the door for school. I was running late as usual. I had a 45 minute commute to the university I was attending, but only had 35 minutes before my class started. I live in a very small town, and had to take back roads to school. The only thing I usually had to watch for was deer. I hardly ever saw any other cars, and never saw a cop. So I was running about 80-85 miles per hour. I rounded a curve and there it was, a state trooper car sitting on the next hill.

I saw blue lights just a few seconds after I saw the car. So I slowed down and pulled off on the shoulder, with the patrol car following. I looked in my rearview mirror and noticed there were two cops in the car. They both got out and headed toward my truck. The officer driving was a tall, well built guy who looked like he didn't have an ounce of fat on him. He approached my window, and I got a better look at him. He was young and very good looking. 

Meanwhile, I saw that the other officer was standing behind the truck writing down my tag number. I noticed that it was a woman, and a really hot woman at that. She had light brown hair pulled back really tight. Her boobs looked great, not too big but plenty big enough; I guess they were probably C's . She was lean but curvy in all the right places. Her ass looked awesome in that tight uniform.

He asked for my license and proof of insurance. I handed it to him with my hand shaking because I had never been stopped by a state trooper before. I guess he noticed because he asked if anything was wrong. I told him no that I was just nervous. He said for me to just calm down, and he would be right back. He walked to his car and got on the radio. His partner followed him and also got in the car. I saw them talking while waiting for the dispatcher to run my information through the system. 

A few minutes later both officers got back out and walked up to my truck. The male cop asked me to step out and come around to the back of the truck. That made me even more nervous, but I did as he asked. He then told me that everything was fine, but they had a few questions for me. He asked why I was in such a hurry. I was so nervous that I could barely speak, but I managed to sputter out that I was running late for class. Then he came toward me and put his arm around my shoulder, and said "just relax, everything's gonna be alright".

He asked where I went to school and what my major was. I told him the name of my school and that I was majoring in pre-pharmacy. The woman said that was a great field to go into, and joked that I was going to be a drug dealer. Then he said "hurry up and get through so you can get me some Viagra." At this point I had calmed down and was actually enjoying our conversation.

I said "you look really young and in shape, you can't keep it up?" As I said that, I looked up and down his awesome body and noticeably glanced at his crotch.

His partner spoke up and said "oh, he usually does a pretty good job, but sometimes he just can't keep up with me." Then she walked over and nudged him in the side with her elbow.

He said "After about the third time I need a break, but all she wants is more" and smacked her on the ass as he said it.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing and hearing. Being a horny college student I couldn't help getting turned on by it, and felt my dick starting to swell. 

She looked over at me, and saw the bulge in my pants. I saw her smile, then nudge her partner and nod her head in my direction. "I see you don't need any help either."

The male officer said, "He might not need any pills, but it looks like he needs some kind of help to me" and winked at her.

I got embarrassed and tried to cover the tent in my pants, but she grabbed my hand and said "don't you need some help with that." Then she put her hand at the top of my bulge and slid it down the length of my dick until her fingers cupped my balls. She kept rubbing my cock through my pants.

I looked over at the other officer and saw that he was smiling. Then I noticed a bulge starting to form in his tight fitting uniform pants. 

She was leaning over a little with her back toward him, so he reached out and put his hand on her ass then moved it down between her thighs. When he did that, she leaned over a little bit more and moaned. I knew he must be rubbing her pussy because I saw his wrist moving. 

She was still rubbing my dick through my pants. So I reached out and started feeling those awesome tits of hers. Then I started unbuttoning her shirt. As soon as her shirt was off, her partner reached up with his free hand and unstrapped her bra. It fell to the ground and left her boobs hanging free. So, I went back to groping them.

She undid my pants and pushed them to the ground. My dick sprang free and had pre-cum oozing from it. She grabbed my bare cock and licked the liquid from the tip before impaling her mouth with it. She kept taking more and more of my 8 inch dick in her mouth. I felt it press at the back of her throat then she pushed and it slid down even deeper until her lips were touching the hair.

As she bobbed her head on my member, he unfastened her pants and slid them down her sexy, tight legs. Since she wasn't wearing any underwear, he had full access to her cunt. He spread her legs, crouched down under her, and started licking her slit. He was really going at it, because I heard the slurping sounds he was making when he sucked on her clit. He must have been an expert, by the way she was nearly screaming around my cock.

While he was licking her, she was still giving me a great blowjob. I was holding on to her ponytail and pumping her head down on my dick. Then she started having an orgasm, and just clamped down on my prick, not biting it but just really putting on the pressure. That sent me over the edge and I yelled "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, uuggghhh" as I started shooting my hot cream down her throat. She swallowed it all without loosing a drop.

Since the male officer hadn't gotten any attention yet, he stood up, unbuttoned his uniform pants, and pulled out his huge cock. By the bulge he had I knew it was big, but it was the biggest I have ever seen, at least 10 inches long and 2 ½ inches thick. "Wow! You're hung like horse!" I said aloud.

I let the tail gate down on my truck and leaned against it. He picked her up and sat her on the tailgate. She lied down on her back and spread her legs so he could stand between them. Then he grabbed her by the hips and started easing forward. I grabbed his monster cock and said "I know she's drippin' wet, but I think this needs a little lube too." He looked at me with a questionable look on his face, so I leaned over and engulfed his tool with my mouth. He was so big that my jaws were stretched to the max, but I slowly kept pushing my head further down on his dick. After a few tries, I finally deep throated him and took his entire cock in my mouth. He threw his head back and groaned "aaarrgghhhh". 

I looked up and saw his partner looking at me in amazement, so I reached over and started rubbing her clit. She must have been very turned on by what she saw because her pussy was literally pouring out her wonderful juices. 

I continued sucking his awesome manhood for a couple of minutes, and then I pulled it out of my mouth and aimed it toward his partner's pussy. He, once again, grabbed her by the hips and eased forward. Still holding his cock in my hand, I guided it into her wanting cunt. 

Once he had worked himself in, I moved behind him, wrapped my arms around, and started unbuttoning his shirt. Then I took it completely off to reveal his perfectly chiseled body. With my arms still around him, I pressed myself against him, and started licking and sucking on his ears, while softly running my hands over the front and sides of his body. I kissed and licked my way down his back, then I pushed his trousers the rest of the way down his rippling legs. 

I stood back up, and noticed that the female officer was rubbing her clit while her partner was fucking her. So, I reached over, grabbed her hand and said "I see you need some help with that." 

I bent over and began licking her clit while that huge dick slid in and out right below. As I was sucking on her enlarged nub, I would let my tongue slip down and touch his moving prick. After a few times of me doing this, he pulled out, grabbed the back of my head, plunged his member into my mouth all the way to the base, and slid it completely back out. Then, in one swift motion, he rammed it all the way into her pussy. Then pulled back out and did it again. He continued to alternate between her cunt and my mouth for a few minutes, but then continued fucking her.

I started licking her clit again, and at the same time, I reached up and started fumbling his balls. He slowed his pace a little, so I knelt down under them, between his legs, and started tonguing his balls. He slowed his pumping even more which allowed me to suck his jewels into my mouth. 

After a few minutes of this, I felt his balls tighten up, and he slammed his rod into her and let out several loud groans. He came so much that it was leaking out from around his massive cock and dripping on my chin. I just had to taste him, so, I pushed him back and guided his pulsing member into my mouth and down my throat. I felt him tremble then he fell to his knees, so I leaned over and continued to suck his manhood clean. I looked up and saw him going at it. He was eating his partner's pussy and drinking his own cum from it.

I stood up, sat on the tailgate, and watched him bring her to orgasm once again. There is no telling how many she had already had. I really don't know if you could even count them or if she had one continuous orgasm the whole time he was fucking her.

When he was finished, he looked over at me and said "that was amazing, but I've got to try something." I didn't understand what he was talking about, but then he moved over in front of me and put my dick in his mouth. He gave me the best blow job I have ever had. 

After I blew my load down his throat, we all got our clothes back on and started heading back to our vehicles when he said "Oh, I almost forgot, here's your warning," and handed me the citation. "Try to slow it down a little."



Traffic Violation



'Do you know you were driving 65 in 45 mph zone miss?'

'Oh my, officer,' you replied batting your eyelashes, 'I had no idea I was driving so fast.' You poured the charm on thick, trying to convince the policeman, handing him your license and registration. Fussing and twisting your long locks of golden hair. 

He stood tall on the shoulder of the road, with his face so high up out of your sight. His zipper was at eye level with you and you glanced at it obviously, hoping to divert his attention. His flash light could have doubled as a night stick and he carried a pistol holstered on his side belt, equipped with a radio, hand-cuffs, pepper-spray, and other objects of protection and weaponry. He was very broad, especially wearing his bullet proof vest under his uniform. 

'You also ran two stop signs and were driving very erratically,' the officer continued, checking over your photo license and shining his light in your eyes.

It isn't easy making "pretty eyes" when you're being blinded, especially after midnight when you had a few drinks, but you remained calm and managed a pose. It didn't hurt that you'd hiked up your thin, white shorts and adjusted your perky, petite breasts before he came to your car window.

His flash light moved from your face to your thighs and followed your hand as you lifted and shifted the hem just a little more.

'Honestly sir, I didn't know,' you pleaded. 'If there's anything I can...'

'Have you been drinking?' he questioned.

'I had a drink or two, but I assure you, I'm not drunk.'

'What's your name miss?' the officer asked.

'Colleen. It's right there on my license.' Seductively, you continued, 'What's yours?'

'Reed,' he said. 'Lieutenant John Reed, Bensalem PD. I'm going to have to ask you to step outside the vehicle Colleen.'

Reluctantly, you opened your car door and stepped out onto the pavement. He seemed contrite toward you for pulling you over. Keeping your composure, this time you insisted, 'I'm not drunk.'

He was large. Even with your lean stature of 5'9", he was much taller than you, standing well over 6' high. His light brown hair was short and tapered around to the back. Lt. Reed was an older man, maybe early 40's. His harmless eyes were fixed to your face. He had a sturdy, masculine chin and a smooth, clean shave. Reed was well groomed and dapper. You were pleasantly surprised.

His soft spoken, apologetic voice said, 'I'm going to run you through a quick sobriety test and hopefully I can let you go home. It shouldn't take long Colleen.'

'Oh no, I hope it doesn't take too long,' you said, playing on his sympathy. 'I have children at home.' 

He'd heard it all before. "I had no idea." "I promise to be more careful..." Women trying to flirt their way out of a ticket. You were no different, he thought. What did he know?

He was easy, you thought. A pose and maybe a little bartering and you'd be on your way home. What did you know?

You sang the alphabet a la Marilyn Monroe. Walked a straight line runway style. Even touched your nose one finger at a time, still managing to lick your red lip-stick. Not good enough. 

Shifting your gaze from his eyes to his growing erection you giggled and joked, 'Oh no, not the breathalyzer.'

'Colleen, please turn around and put you hands on the car. Feet apart.'

Although Reed failed to find humor in your little muse, he was a gentleman and respectful to you. You decided you'd be better off to just cooperate and get this over with. You obeyed and the Lieutenant squatting behind you began frisking you. His warm hands touched your sandals and slowly patted there way up your naked legs. As his touch reached the hem of your shorts, you arched your back and pushed your ass out to meet him. His thick fingers swiped you pussy gently and wrapped around your waist. Standing behind you now, he lifted your shirt and felt your back. His cologne was making you wet. Before you knew it, his hands were on your already hard nipples. When he leaned against you to check your arms and wrists, his stiff cock pressed tightly against your ass. You moved against him submissively.

'Is that your night stick, or are you enjoying this as much as I am?' you taunted.

'Well Colleen, you passed the field sobriety test, but I smell alcohol on you. I'll need to take you to the station.' Lt. Reed escorted you to his patrol car, 'Watch your head,' he added, assisting you into the back seat.

Once in the driver seat, Reed called on the radio and requested a private conference room using code numbers too hard to decipher.

The room was small and empty, save the sink in the corner, a long table and two folding chairs. They were too uncomfortable to sit on, so you propped your ass against the table instead. There was a large mirror on the wall next to you. You thought it was cute how Reed, a serious policeman, tried desperately to remain un-aroused with your femininity. You turned on your heels and faced Reed, locking your gaze to his. You were too adorable to refuse.

'I really hope this isn't going to take long,' you said impatiently. 'I really do have family waiting for me at home. Can I at least call them?'

'Sorry Colleen, cell phones are forbidden in the building. This'll only take a few more minutes. I need to do a cavity search on you. Would you please remove your clothes?'

'A strip search for a traffic violation?' Shocked and afraid now, you snapped, 'I'm not wearing a...Oh fuck it!!'

First, you removed your black, halter-top. Your pale-white breasts were small and firm, with erect nipples that pointed to the ceiling. Then you peeled off your soaking-wet shorts and stepped out of them. You had a beautiful, heart shaped ass, and a neatly-trimmed little vagina. Your moist pussy lips were puckered and protruding. Standing arms akimbo, you revealed every inch of your naked body. You felt naughty for not wearing panties. It was very exciting and you couldn't help admiring yourself in the full length mirror and caught another glance at the lieutenant standing at attention. Folding your arms and cupping your supple breasts you asked, 'This floor is cold, can I leave my shoes on?'

Again, he asked you to face away from him. Hands on the table and feet apart. Reed began frisking you once again. Much slower and indiscreetly this time.

"I'm naked," you pondered, "what could I be hiding? Why is he frisking me?" 'Oh!' you squealed as his thick fingers separated your ass cheeks, jabbing and stretching your anal passage. First a single finger, then a second.

'This may be a little uncomfortable,' Reed warned too late.

'Yes,' you answered half agreeing and half approving.

Your breathing was getting heavy and you could feel his fingers bear down on your asshole. The pressure was like a dizzying rush and it was making you weak. With his fingers still implanted deep within you, Reed rose behind you and you could feel another finger touching your wet pussy. Not possible. His right hand was up your ass and his left hand was searching your torso.

Reed had a stiff prick. The thought of this sexy officer touching and fondling you was making you horny. You felt faint. Your knees buckled and you fell upon his rigid cock again and again. You lay face down on the table, ass high in the air. You lifted you legs and wrapped them around Lt. John Reed's ass. He was deep in you, you were deep in ecstasy.

'Oh lieutenant,... You're such a gentleman.' you murmured in irony.

You could see your reflection in the mirror. You liked to watch Reed stick his skewer in your pussy. Making his fingers wet and fucking your ass. I think you like the double penetration. You can feel his fingers touching his cock between your womb and your ass. It felt as though he would wear through the barrier. Tearing you a new ass hole, if you will. Pumping and shaking his hips and pelvis in your tight, wet pussy. Fighting and forcing his fingers further up your ass. Left hand around your waist supporting you. Your legs clamped around his ass as if to win a wheel barrel race. 

You moved against his rampant thrusts, challenging his strength. Defying his authority. Groaning and shouting cliches and sayings like; 'Protect me. Serve me John...' and 'Enforce yourself on me Lieutenant...'

He's very handsome and refined, but in the mirror his face looks more threatening and crooked. Boys are fun and energetic. Older men are sexy and respectful. This man was an animal. Lt. John Reed was officer, judge , jury and executioner.

'I'm a criminal, Lieutenant,' you cried. 'Convict me.'

John was hot in the mirror, but when you looked at yourself lying there face down, spread eagle around this seasoned professionals waist, you fell in lust with yourself. Just the sight of yourself having elicit sex with a stranger makes you cum. Your tummy smacks the table as John's grip falls from you waist. The quick, unexpected jolt forces you to a spastic orgasm and the shock raises you to new and higher levels of pleasure. You're convulsive and bursting with cum. 

'Hands behind your back Colleen,' he commanded and you obeyed.

He slapped the cuffs on you and flipped you over on your back. It hurt. He was being a little too forceful and too strong to resist his arrest. His fingers and his cock are gliding in and out of your soft pussy and ass. In and out. Sometimes in unison, sometimes syncopated. You cum again and again. His fingers slip away and he begins pumping his cock is your ass. Hands on your shoulders, and thumbs clenching your throat, he wants you to look him in the eye as he practices this sordid display of police brutality. It hurts and you love it. You whimper and your face is twisted. Tears are streaming down your cheeks.

John pulls his dick from your ass, strokes it a few times and cum sprays on your pubic hair. Another splashes on your belly button ring. 'Bull's eye,' you said. A third and fourth messes your hair and lips. You touch his dick between your arched feet and pull yet more hot semen from his fading erection.

He strides to the sink and rinses your ass off of his pink dick.

Still handcuffed you kneel before him and stare desirably at his midsection. 

'You truly are Bensalem's finest,' you said and kissed his shriveled cock. Licking his balls and sucking the tips of his fingers. 'I definitely got off.'

'Yes. I'll let you go with a citation for speeding. You can dispute it if you want, but I won't let you off next time. Unless you'd care to make it a private dispute.' Reaching into his wallet he smiled, but still was serious. 'Here's my card.' he said, helping you to your feet.

It was well after 2 am and you wanted to go home. It was late and you were too tired to argue then and there, but perhaps, soon you would contact Lt. John Reed, and settle this on a more personal and private level.

'I think you're sobered up by now. I'll take you back to your vehicle.'

He chauffeured you to your car and let you go. Kissing your knuckles, he gallantly held you car door open and waited for you to put your seat belt on before returning to his car.



Traffic Violations



One day, a classmate from my Asian Arts class stopped me just after class. He invited me to a party at his fraternity. I thought about it, and since I had no other invitation, I decided to go and have a little crazy fun while I was there. You know; you're only in college once.

Frat parties have not been on my list of 'must do' social events since my third semester. But I have a few classmates in this frat; that is how I got on the 'invite list'. Well, I decided to get into the spirit of the night, flirt and break a few hearts. The most important thing, especially around visually driven college boys, is to dress the part.

I put on a white, semi-sheer corset blouse with skin-tight sleeves and a deep v-neck. A chocolate-brown leather miniskirt that came barely down to mid-thigh looked great, but something was missing. I know. A pair of sheer white thigh-high stockings were slipped on so that just a bit of the lacy top would flash under my skirt when I moved or bent down. You could just see the straps and cups of my pink bra through the shirt; I selected my filmiest and skimpiest bra and panty set. To finish the look I put on white high-heeled pumps. I let my blonde hair swirl around me, down and wavy. My makeup was in pinks and light cocoa. When I was finished I looked into the full-length mirror, "Wow!" I thought to myself. The nearly pure white outfit banded by the deep brown miniskirt was really sexy. Even I was surprised at the result. It made me a little tingly and apprehensive, but I already accepted the invitation...so; I was out the door and on my way. It was a bit early to go to the party so I decided to drive around and enjoy the wind in my hair.

On the way to the party, the car's glove compartment door popped open spilling the six overdue parking and traffic tickets that had collected there. I remembered the notice that the campus parking and traffic office had sent me saying that my car would be towed away the next time I parked on campus. Shit; that was all I needed tonight. If any of those frat boys get too rambunctious I would simply excuse myself for a minute and then jump into my car for a getaway. If my car was there...with all those tickets it could be towed if they found it on campus. And if I was stopped on the way home after drinking...damn, all those tickets! I decided to stop at the traffic office on my way and see what could be done. I detoured over to the Office of Parking and Traffic and ran in quickly. 

The receptionist was clearly angered that I got in just before the office closed and was extremely rude. 

"I'll have to look up your violations; it's very late you know. So what is your license tag number?"

I told her and I told her that I didn't have a lot of money but I hoped that some kind of payment schedule could be arranged.

"I'm sorry, we don't make exceptions for anyone. Let me see... Oh, you have six tickets, all very late... so that comes to $210. You will have to pay in full to clear your records." 

I looked at her stunned, "But I don't have that much money."

"Well, perhaps you should have thought about that before you broke traffic regulations on campus. Your car can be impounded now."

After several minutes of arguing, and getting absolutely nowhere I demanded to see the woman's boss. The receptionist glared at me then got up and disappeared through a door behind her desk. 

She returned in a huff and said, "Mr. Reed will see you. But don't get your hopes up."

I went through the door into the room. I noticed a couch and an end table on the far wall and a chair in front of a desk directly opposite me. The man behind the desk was apparently buried in paper work. He didn't even look up as he said, "I'm Dan Reed, can I help you?"

I told him that I had $210 in overdue traffic fines and there was no way I could pay them. I asked if there was something that could be done?

"No, I am sorry there isn..." He dropped the end of his sentence as he started looking up. 

Mr. Reed paused as soon as his eyes lifted from the paper he was reading. The first things that caught his attention were my legs. He casually let his eyes drift over me and stop at my eyes. A small smile curled his lips and he put his pen down on the desk.

"I'm sorry, come over here and sit down and we'll discuss this." He waved at the chair.

"Your name is Jennifer, right? Jennifer Gamble. Well Jennifer, you realize the serious nature of what you have done? Not only did you get six tickets but you ignored late notices."

I said that I understood and sat down in front of him and crossed my legs. My legs were what caught his attention at first so I didn't try to keep my skirt from pulling up and revealing a bit of thigh.

"Six traffic violations! $210. That's quite a bit..."

"I know. I am sorry. It just got out of hand. I would have been late for class..." I couldn't help but notice that he was staring rather directly at my white, silk-covered thighs, "...and I was so busy that I forgot about the notices. But I'm here now, right?"

"Yes, you are. One moment..."

He got up and opened the office door. "Mrs. Stern, it's late. I'll take care of this...why don't you go and enjoy your weekend."

I heard her sigh in relief and say something. Mr. Reed returned to his desk and sat on the side edge.

"Well, Jennifer, here is what I can do for you. I can substitute the $210 in fines with something else..."

"What?" I asked.

"Well, let me see... students, such as yourself, who disregard the rules do need punishment for their actions. Don't you agree?"

"Well, yes," I said softly.

"And usually cash is the preferred method of punishment. But you don't have the required cash, right?"

"Yes, that's right," I kinda squeaked.

"So what other punishment can be meted out that would feel the same as $210? Hmmm; any ideas Jennifer?"

"Not really."

"Well then, maybe I have an idea. Perhaps when you were younger you received corporal punishment for your transgressions. That may serve."

"Corporal punishment?...." I was not sure what he meant.

"I think that you should get a spanking in lieu of a $210 fine," said Mr. Reed.

I couldn't believe my ears. A spanking? Was this guy kidding? I hadn't been spanked in years and wasn't about to start up again now.

I said, "I don't think so," and stood up.

His voice stopped me; "I could have your car towed or increase the fine daily until you pay in full, adding substantially to the current figure. And, I hate to bring this up but, would you like to go to school here next semester, Jennifer? And I could hold back your diploma eventually."

I said, "Yes, but I'll just pay the $210. As soon as I can."

"I thought that you didn't have the money. Were you lying to me? Trying to get out of the fine? That may be an even more serious offense; lying to a university official." he said as his eyes narrowed on mine.

"No, I'm sorry. Please, give me a week. I'll get the $210."

"I'm afraid that won't do anymore. To clear your record, you are simply going to have to submit to a spanking."

"No, please, I... I..." I stammered.

"Well, you better consider another school then," he said matter-of-factly.

I suddenly realized that I was feeling an odd mix of emotions. Even though I was nervous, my nipples had become erect. I wondered why I was scared but also excited by what was going on. The idea of a spanking was oddly intriguing; it caused a tingling between my legs. And now I compounded my parking fines with lying to a school official. After several seconds of thought and confusion, and this feeling of moisture gathering between my legs, I became resigned to my fate and sat down in the chair.

"Alright, you win. I don't want to get in any more trouble. What do you want me to do?"

"Just relax. Accept that this is only punishment that you deserve and it will not be all that bad," Mr. Reed said. He got up, came around his desk to stand in front of me. He then knelt down. Very slowly, he reached out a hand slid it along my stocking covered shin and calf.

"You look gorgeous in white stockings. How did you know they were my favorite? Sheer white silk covering red welts...mmmmm. "

I felt my eyes grow wide when he said this.

Mr. Reed continued running his hands over my legs for several more minutes. He then lifted my crossed leg and placed it next to the other. His hands slid up my calves, behind my knees, and over the tops of my thighs. I was shaking from both nervousness and the excitement of his touch. He curled his index fingers over the lacy tops of my stocking and ran his finger around my thigh under the lace. Then he removed his hands and said," Get up and go stand by the couch."

I stood up and crossed slowly to the couch.

Mr. Reed followed me across the room and sat in the middle of the couch.

"Unbutton your blouse."

"Wait a minute..."

"Do it, Jennifer, or you'll find out how painful this spanking can be."

I was shocked by the tone of his voice and unbuttoned my shirt.

"Very good. Now hold it open so I can see your belly and breasts."

I closed my eyes and held the shirt wide open. Mr. Reed stared at me. I could feel his eyes burning into me. God, I wanted him to touch my breasts. I wanted to touch them.

"What size bra do you wear?

"34C", I whispered.

"34C. Yes. You're beautiful." I think that I blushed at that - I know; I looked down and saw that my chest had turned crimson.

"Lift your skirt."

"No, please..."

"Jennifer, don't make me tell you again."

I dropped my head in resignation, he had me. There was no way out of this situation. I slid my skirt up to where if it went any higher my crotch would be exposed. 

"Further. All the way to your waist!" demanded Mr. Reed.

I took a deep breath and lifted from the hem until the skirt was hanging on my hips. I was so exposed, so naked, so full of fear and desire.

"Now, bend over the arm of the couch."

I moved forward, turned and lay my hips over on the high round cushioned arm of the couch. I leaned on my elbows. Mr. Reed was just a few inches away from me, still sitting in the middle of the couch. His hands moved under my chest Taking my breasts into his hands and gently squeezing them. He then started rubbing my breasts and pinching my nipples through the thin fabric.

He stood up, "Stretch your arms out in front of you."

I stretched my arms over my head laying them on the plump seat cushions of the couch. Mr. Reed stood and stepped over to the table and opened a drawer pulling out several lengths of thick cord. He tied each of my ankles to a wooden leg of the couch. One was tied to a front leg and the other ankle to the rear leg, spreading my legs open. 

Then he tied my hands together and tied the cord to the other arm of the couch. This pulled me taut across the couch with my buttocks up and exposed. I'm ashamed to admit that I began crying. 

"Please, I don't want to do this. I'll go to another school. Please let me go."

I pulled on the cords but they were tied so tightly I could barely move. Mr. Reed gently fondled my breasts saying," It's too late for that now, Jennie." He walked behind me and began to run his hands over my legs again. Up and down from my ankles to the soft naked skin above my stockings. Finally, he stopped.

"Now I am going to spank you. Keep a count of which one we're on because I might lose track, Jennifer, and then we'll have to start over. Count out loud for me."

"Please, oh please, no...."

I tried to struggle as he adjusted my skirt, but to no avail. My skirt was pushed up to my waist. He unlatched his wide leather belt and slid it free from the belt loops. He stepped up to me.

"Now this will not do," he said, but I wondered what he meant.

I felt his fingers take the waistband of my pink panties and ease them over my rump and down my legs. When they were at midthigh the width of my legs prevented them from being lowered further. They were left there, my ass was positioned for my spanking and even my pussy was fully exposed. I had completely forgotten about my tickets as both my sexual excitement and humiliation grew.

"Don't forget to count or we must start again."

I wasn't ready for the first swat and the leather came down hard and fast on my ass cheeks. THWWAAPPP! And I squealed out, "One!" I was just starting to feel the sting of the first stroke as the second blow hit me. "Two!" Ouch! That really hurt! By the tenth one, I was sobbing uncontrollably and could hardly shout the count. My ass was burning and each blow brought with it a searing blast of pain and heat. 

"Don't lose count Jennie. We'll have to begin all over again," chided Mr. Reed.

I couldn't talk immediately after a blow landed because it hurt so much; so I yelled the number as I heard the whistle of the leather strap as it was bearing down on my inflamed buttocks. At twenty-five Mr. Reed stopped, I lay limp on the couch's arm, exhausted, with my ass burning and throbbing.

Mr. Reed paused. He looked at my ass and smiled, "What lovely shades of pink. Pale peach to deep red."

"Please," I begged, "is it over? I promise to be good from now on."

"Not quite, there is one more thing."

Mr. Reed slid his hands slowly up between my legs. He stopped where my panties blocked his progress. I heard a soft rip and my panties fell from my legs. His hands continued their journey upward and very gently begin to finger my pussy lips. Around and through the moist pinkness, his fingertip teased my clit. I sucked in a breath and let out a soft coo. He slowly rubbed my ass cheeks and explored my swollen red welts with his fingertips. Then I felt something moist on my bottom. Mr. Reed softly licked my stinging redness; he worked slowly, not at all rushed. He licked and mouthed each round cheek, working methodically as his mouth entered the cleft between my red and welted flesh. My legs began to tremble and desire grew deep within me.

Mr. Reed slowly slid a finger inside me. It was then that I realized that I was dripping wet. He slid his finger slowly in and out of me for several minutes then began to gently massage my clitoris. I started pushing myself back against him, my body pressing his finger further into me. My bindings kept me from moving very much but I couldn't help trying, Mr. Reed picked up the pace, gently caressing me and smiling as he watched me struggle against the cords. With one finger inside me and another toying with my clit, his free hand moved over my sore derriere again causing tingles. And then he pinched my abused ass cheeks. Each pinch shot sparks through my pelvis causing my excitement to grow. He pinched harder and thrust his fingers into me faster; he rubbed circles around and around my clitoris. I was lost in sexual bliss, my pulse was racing, and my nipples grew large and needy. The circles around my clit drew smaller and smaller. His finger was rolling over my turgid bud; oh, the ache of excitement carried me. Suddenly I felt a flush and my skin turned crimson. The pressure became too great and I convulsed with a powerful orgasm. Mr. Reed's hands stayed on and in me until my last quiver of orgasm subsided. Then he let me lay there quietly for a while. 

Then I heard a zipper.

Mr. Reed had opened his pants and I looked back. There, pointing straight at my rosy derriere was this thick pink and purple penis. He moved toward me and I felt the intruder press against my still dripping pussy.

I struggled to get away but the cords were holding me too tightly.

"NOOO, you can't do this to me; please, no, " I pleaded.

"Oh Jennie, the fun is just beginning. You were a bad girl, you cannot have ALL the fun, now, can you?"

I felt him push against my dripping entrance and start to enter me. As much as I hated what was happening I couldn't help but enjoy the feeling of this forced sex.

Was I really resisting...or just enough to heighten my enjoyment? He pressed harder and the head of his thick tool entered me. "Unghhh!" It really felt so good.

He worked his manhood in and out, slowly out and then slightly deeper in spreading me open and stretching my sex to accommodate his thick tool. Slowly he began thrusting fully into me, I was helpless to resist and helpless to assist. I could feel him slide centimeter by centimeter further and further and then finally, when I thought I might not be able to take any more his pelvic bone bumped into my bottom. I felt his belly slap against my sensitive ass cheeks.

He leaned over me bending his chest to my back. He unfastened my bra and uncovered my breasts. His hands squeezed my ample breastmeat and his fingers found my distended nipples.

"I believe you are enjoying this too much, young Jennie." And he pinched both my nipples between his thumb and forefinger; HARD! The pleasure/pain shot through me straight down to my vagina. My pussy walls contracted onto his fat penis.

"Mmmm, now that's quite a response," he said. This time I knew exactly what he meant.

He pulled out of me about halfway and as he thrust back into me his fingers again pinched my erect nipples; this time even harder. And again that bolt flashed from my nipples to my pussy causing it to squeeze around the intruder. He repeated this again and again; thrusting and pinching harder each time. His belly slapped against my sensitive ass, sending messages to my wanton cunt. I could hear his testicles bouncing against the leather of the couch arm. He squeezed handfuls of breastmeat and pinched my nipples between his fingers. I could feel the urgency rise in me, I could sense the upcoming event as Mr. Reed started pounding into me faster and harder. The sensation of him sliding in and out of me was indescribable; his manhood pounded my pussy as I felt an impending orgasm approach. Harder and faster, his penis went in and out; slap, slap, slap, his belly against my ass. It was happening; oh, oh, if only this moment could last forever... I felt myself rise up on lust and pure sexual energy and then I exploded like a blooming flower; bursting in the first seconds of an orgasm that cascaded through me and shook me to my very core. Animal lust pulsed through me in spasms and ripples of orgasmic bliss. I felt my waist being held tightly and the penis being pushed deeply into me. Then I felt spasmodic gushes as his jism was pumped deep into my womb.

I lay there for a few minutes with Mr. Reed on top of me, his penis buried deep in me. Slowly he eased his weight off me and pulled his now flaccid member from me. He kissed down my spine as he backed away from me, all the way to my tailbone. Then he planted two kisses, one on each pink-red ass cheek. He looked at me and considered me for a few seconds. I wondered what he was thinking, what he was thinking about doing next...

Mr. Reed untied the cords. I stood up on shaky legs and swayed in front of him. He took me in his arms and guided me to the couch.

"Relax for a while; bend your arms and legs. The stiffness will leave them sooner." He sounded like he knew what he was talking about.

I saw my panties, torn at the waistband lying on the floor. I pulled my stockings up and my skirt down and I smoothed some wrinkles. He helped refasten my bra and I buttoned my shirt. I sat on the couch next to him.

"I'm sorry about ruining your panties, I will get you a new one."

I didn't know whether I should laugh or slap him. After a few seconds, I leaned over and kissed him on the lips. "I look forward to that. Sometime soon I hope."

"I find that reinforcement is an excellent learning tool. You must come back to my office even if you are only thinking about breaking any more traffic laws on campus. And if you manage to get another parking ticket or...well; let's just say that the lessons become harder and harder to master. When you return, your new panties will be here."

I nodded acknowledgement with a smile; an understanding had been reached.




Traffic Violations



Day after day I found myself working overtime to get a number of projects caught up and then racing home to be able to join my husband and children for dinner at a reasonable hour.

My racing home had resulted in two speeding tickets over a 6-week period, which was not going to help our auto insurance rates, nor help me keep my license as the points against me were adding up.

I decided that an alternative was required to get me out of this work late and speeding home pattern.

The solution came to me as being so simple; I couldn't believe that I hadn't thought of it before.

The simplicity of my solution was to get up earlier for work to avoid the rush hour traffic, which would get me to work earlier when no one was around, allowing me to get more work done, so I could leave earlier, and not feel the need for speed on the way home.

I decided to start my new routine first thing on Monday morning. 

It worked like a dream as I found myself at work well in front of the rush hour period and alone to work on my projects before the office got busy.

This solution was perfect for a number of months until the morning that I had an early morning conference call scheduled with a client and found myself running late due to a sick child up all night.

I rushed through my morning routine to get ready by showering and then throwing my tan cotton button up dress over a pair of red silk string bikini panties and a matching bra. As I quickly stepped into my tan high heels, I grabbed my laptop case and purse and ran out to my car.

Thank goodness my husband was able to stay home with our sick child for the day.

I now had 15 minutes to get to my office, however my commute was normally 25 minutes.

Oh, did I mention that my cell phone was safely sitting on my kitchen counter attached to its charger as I began my commute to work.

I knew that I could make up the time because I was ahead of the morning rush, however I was going to have to exceed the speed limit.

Have you noticed that when you are in a hurry for whatever reason, chances are you are not going to experience smooth sailing until you have a chance to just slow down?

As I raced to my office, I never noticed the speed trap set up along side the expressway until I saw the stress inducing flashing lights in my rearview mirror and immediately knew that I was about to be pulled over.

I stopped my car alongside the road with the police cruiser parked immediately behind me. As I lowered my head in silent resolution to my predicament, I realized for the first time that I was wearing my shirt dress which requires the bottom buttons to be unbuttoned in order to sit comfortably in my car. 

The vee pattern created by my open dress showed a wonderful view of my bare legs as well as a hint of red panties.

As I attempted to pull on the fabric of my dress to offer more cloth coverage for my crotch, I noticed a shadow across my lap. The shadow was caused by the highway patrolman now standing adjacent to my car just outside my door window.

I was mortified as I lowered my window and leaned my head towards him only to find the very young and handsome officer staring intently at my exposed lap.

Although his focus was preoccupied with my hint of red silk, he still had enough presence of mind to ask, "Do you know why I stopped you, ma'am?"

I replied that I was speeding hoping for some kind of warning. After all he got to see my panties, didn't he?

He asked for my license, registration, and proof of insurance, which required me to stretch over the passenger seat and retrieve two of his requested documents from the glove compartment, and the third from my purse, which was sitting in the passenger seat along side of me. This action resulted in my dress parting even further and now the evidence of red panties being worn by a speeding commuter was confirmed.

He calmly collected my documents and returned to his car to check my information on his computer. I knew that my prior offences would become as apparent as my panties had just been to him.

As I now had the chance to cover my legs, I lifted my bottom up off the car seat and buttoned one more button of my dress, which stretched it a little too tight across my thighs, but at least I wasn't showing my panties anymore.

I waited for what seemed to be 20 minutes as the officer stayed in his car communicating with central dispatch and reading my driving record.

As I sat there waiting, another highway patrol car pulled up behind the first one and a female officer exited her vehicle and spent some time talking to the original officer.

It was a warm morning and as I sat there with the full realization that I was going to miss my very important conference call, probably incur another speeding ticket and fine, and possibly have a suspended license, I could feel the droplets of water forming down my back and between my legs.

I couldn't imagine anything worse than this situation.

As it turned out, I didn't have much of an imagination for bad situations.

As the morning traffic was now beginning to accumulate and back up so the morning rubberneckers could get a good look at the woman sitting with two patrol cars parked behind her, the female officer approached my window.

She came up to my window and apologized for the length of time that this process was taking and informed me that due to the frequency of my latest speeding tickets it was necessary for me to be subjected to a modified body search, which is why she had been called to the scene.

I was absolutely horrified as I was asked to "exit my vehicle and move to the front of the patrol car".

The morning rush hour was in full swing as car after car slowly crawled past me giving every morning commuter a good look at my circumstances. As I opened my car door and got out of my car, I was happy that I had buttoned the extra button as I would have flashed the older executive in his Lexus now slowly rolling past me with his cell phone pointed in my direction to take a photo of the "escaped fugitive" that he may have imagined.

I was led to the front of the patrol car and asked to place my hands on the top of the hood about shoulder distance apart. In other words, I was assuming the position.

As I bent forward and leaned on top of the car hood, I felt the female officer's hands come down upon my shoulders and move along both arms out to my hands.

I could not have been more embarrassed as every passing car watched me get frisked for concealing what? All I had underneath my dress was a red pair of teeny panties, my matching silk triangle bra, along with myself.

The officer now reached under my arms and over my breasts, as she seemed to be exploring the contours of my silk bra. I can't quite explain my reaction, however my nipples popped as if exposed to an open refrigerator door and I swear that the female officer tweaked both of them between her fingers before moving her hands down across my stomach to the top of my bikini panties.

As I wandered, "Am I really being felt up in front of hundreds of morning commuters", the officer bent down and placed both hands around one ankle and proceeded to move her hands up over my calves to my knees and then without explanation continued up my thighs lifting my dress with them and firmly pushing her inside hand between my legs as the other continued up to my hips.

My dress was now positioned up to my crotch and on the side where her hand was on my hip; the red string of my panties was fully exposed.

Traffic was almost at a full stop. I forced myself to stare forward at the car hood as my face reddened to the color of my panties.

I could only imagine how many people were watching me virtually get strip-searched.

The other leg was now explored to my crotch and hips with the same pressure being applied between my legs.

At least I thought, "My humiliation is about to end".

Remember what I said earlier about my imagination not being quite creative enough.

The female officer told me to continue leaning forward on the car hood as she took a hold of the hem of my dress and pulled it completely above my teeny red silk panties and checked me further for hidden I don't know what.

I was now semi naked on the side of the road as the morning rush hour traffic crawled by and honked their horns in encouragement. 

I only wish that the encouragement was for me.

I was bound to be on YouTube before the morning was over.

At this most awkward and revealing point, I felt that all too familiar warm sensation pass through my torso as the physical memory of having my nipples pinched, my extremely sensitive sexual hot spot prodded, and now my panties exposed to countless strangers resulted in an erotic awakening response from my entire body.

I was getting very turned on by this experience, but at the same time could only hope for it to end.

Finally my dress was pulled down and I was told to stand erect, which is probably the state of the young male officer and many of the morning commuters.

The female officer explained to me that they had a new program for repeat offenders, which would give me an opportunity to not pay a large fine nor receive any points against my license.

I was ecstatic as I thought that despite the most embarrassing and humiliating experience of my life, I might get away with just a morning commuter strip tease.

Remember what I said earlier about my imagination not being quite creative enough. I had no idea what was to come.

Without asking for the details of the new program I enthusiastically agreed and signed some sort of waiver form allowing the two officers to proceed with my "alternative punishment".

I was led around to the rear of the patrol car where I noticed two handles attached to the top of the trunk about 3 feet apart from each other.

As the female office unbuttoned the buttons of my dress up to my chest, I started to desperately wonder what the waiver said that I signed. They told me again to lean over the car, although this time it was the trunk, and to grasp hold of both handles with my hands.



This required me to literally lay the top half of my body up on the trunk of the patrol car, which raised the hem of my short dress to the very top of my thighs.

As I realized that my red silk bottom was again beginning to be exposed to the morning rush hour, the female office again took a hold of the hem of my dress and pulled it up over my lower body until I was completely exposed from my red bra strap on down.

I watched the young male officer go open the back door of the car and take something out of the back seat. It was some sort of paddle.

Was I about to be spanked in public as the rush hour traffic crawled past me seeing every physical reaction? Pure unadulterated fear and panic took over as I let go of the handles on the trunk and adamantly said "No way!!!" to the female officer.

I was furious and appalled at everything that was occurring. I pulled my dress down and headed back to my car.

The officers immediately blocked my path and explained the alternatives to me.

As I stood there on the side of the road they held the document that I had just signed in front of my face and let me read the details.

I had legally given them permission to publicly humiliate me in lieu of a fine and license suspension.

I was informed that I could rescind my permission, however my license would be suspended.

What happened to simply wearing a sign of contrition or spending time in the stocks?

I was caught. Panic coursed through my body as I was again walked back to the trunk lid of the patrol car and resumed my earlier position on the trunk of the car.

This time the male officer placed his nightstick between my legs with one end propped on the trunk lid and the other end held firmly in his hands. He told me that this was a precaution so I would not move while being spanked. 

My dress was again pulled up to the middle of my back fully exposing my red silk covered bottom to any and everyone.



The female officer was holding the paddle and as she took a few practice swings, I was asked if I was ready.

I responded by asking how many times I was to be swatted and I was told that it would be 10 times as that was double the number of points that would have been taken from my license.

I stared straight ahead as I didn't want to see the faces of my unexpecting audience, took a deep breath and said with my teeth gritted, "Go ahead".

I had no expectation of the physical and mental reaction that I was about to experience, as the swing of the paddle brought a sharp whack to my bottom.

The sensation rushed through my body as the physical pain mixed with a very unexpected and sudden sexual response.

My nipples exploded into full erection and my most sensitive area between my legs flooded with such a strong delicious vibration that I thought I was going to orgasm.

The whack on my bottom also caused my lower body to push forward against the car, sliding that same sensitive area along the nightstick.

I barely suppressed the words, "Oh God" as my mouth opened in a muffled cry.

I could feel my female juices starting to erupt between my legs.

God that whack was excruciatingly delicious.

The second whack unintentionally forced my body to squirm across the trunk of the car as I squeezed my legs together around the nightstick. This action only served to intensify the rush of sexual warmth flowing through my lower body.

The third whack was beyond my ability to withstand as I ground the front of my teeny panties unto the nightstick and literally rode it sliding back and forth.

I was completely out of control.

The fourth, fifth, and sixth whack of the paddle caused a loud moan of pleasure to emit from my lips as my body again squirmed and pressed against the car trunk. I again squeezed my legs and buttocks together, which only served to exaggerate the entire sensual feeling.

My journey towards orgasm was well on its way. I pushed my bottom out to meet the next swing of the paddle as well as to once again slide on that wonderful stiff shaft being held firmly between my legs. As the delectable sensation of pain and raw sexuality coursed through my body, I begin to vibrate from that magic spot between my legs and began to feel the delectable journey towards uncontrollable convulsions and spasms to take off. (Or should I say to "get" off?)

I was completely oblivious to the final three whacks on my bottom as I went into the most violent and pleasurable orgasm I have experienced in a long time. I convulsed and spasmed all over the trunk of the patrol car causing my clothes to completely rearrange themselves as the remaining buttons on my dress separated from their buttonholes and my panties transformed into a very tiny red silk thong.

The chorus of car horns filled the air as I loudly moaned, "Oh my God" over and over again.

I could barely breath or stand up as the officer removed the nightstick from between my legs and helped me to my feet.

My dress was completely open with my nipples poking at the thin silk fabric of my bra. As they let go of me I collapsed to the ground in a heap of orgasmic exhaustion.

There I sat leaning against the rear bumper of the patrol car with my dress fully open, my legs akimbo, and my glistening bottom sticking to the roadway. 

Off in the distance I heard the female officer state, "I think the little lady likes to be spanked", which was such a surprising understatement I found myself laughing out loud.

I was again helped to my feet and led back to my car as the cacophony of car horns continued in my honor.

The male officer opened my door and I was placed behind the wheel still in my current state of almost complete exposure.

My entire body was still vibrating and ringing in sexual bliss.

I barely remember being given my license, registration, and insurance verification back as I continued to languor in my post orgasmic state.

As the officers both pulled away, I continued to sit in my car unable to focus on anything but my most recent and extremely pleasurable experience.

Finally I was able to adjust my bra and panties and rebutton my dress. I then drove to a nearby Starbuck's where I was able to use the phone to tell my office that I had had an unexpected situation arise and would not be able to come in for the day. I had enough presence of mind to apologize for calling in so late and promising to make everything right when I returned the next day.

I then drove to a quiet park where I spent the next couple of hours gingerly sitting on a park bench overlooking a small lake and reliving the entire extraordinarily sexy morning.

I can't wait to get caught speeding again.



Traffic Violations



"Thank you Mr. Reed for your help in this matter. I feel much better now that I have paid my penalty for breaking the law. And I think that I may need to relearn those lessons; the harder, the better. " I said. "Repetition is a useful tool in learning."

With that I stood up and left the office. The cool evening air blew under my skirt cooling my sore and naked bottom. I started my car and wondered where I should go. The frat party was underway, but I had no panties on under my miniskirt. I laughed and hit the gas pedal. The frat house was only a few blocks away. Once I had a good buzz I would drive through campus. I knew an intersection with stop sign that was always patrolled. Running a stop sign with under the influence would sure earn me a return visit to the Office of Parking and Traffic.

End of Part 1