****** The Traffic Stop by TNYF ******
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The Traffic Stop


Detective John Green heads down the West Side Highway at a good clip, perhaps
seventy or eighty miles per hour, eager to return to the House, sign out, and
head home. It is around four a.m., he is tired, and thinks of nothing but
slipping into bed. That is why, perhaps, it is with great irritation that he
regards the auto that he pulls up behind. The car, a black, tinted, late-model
Honda Prelude, is creeping along at no more then forty miles an hour. He sighs
to himself, wondering why the driver is not only driving so slow in the fast
lane, but did not immediately yield to such a fast moving large sedan coming up
so quickly from behind.

John slows the car, cursing softly under his breath, and matches the car's
pace. He flashes the high beams twice, signaling his wish to pass. The car
remains at its pace, refusing to change lanes and allow him to pass. His anger
growing, John activates the car's warning strobe lights, which light up in
frantic alternating patterns. The car immediately slows, and begins pulling to
the right, signaling. It stops, and John follows suit, calming down. He never
understood why people drive so discourteously. Why couldn't this guy just let
me pass he thinks? If you want to drive slowly, why inconvenience others; just
drive slow where you are supposed to, in the middle or right lane! But he does
not intend to summons the driver. Hell, he couldn't if he wanted too. He, like
most Detectives, rarely checked out a summons book at the start of tour, and
today was no exception. He would just request the drivers' license and
registration, confirm the documents authenticity, issue a warning about proper
lane usage, and then be on his way. If the guy is cool, that will be the end of
it, if not, he would radio in for a sector car and have them write him.

He exits his auto, exposes his sidearm for easy access, and pulls his shield
out from under his sweater. He approaches the auto cautiously, unsure of what
the occupants are doing because of the tint, and hanging back a little, stands
near the drivers window, which has been lowered. He looks inside and is
immediately taken aback by the most stunning woman he has ever seen. She
appears young, no more than twenty-five. Her skin is an attractive dark
chocolate color, deep and flawless. Her face sharp and angular, but femininely
so, and she has the sweetest full, deliciously pouting lips he has ever seen.
They are covered in a glossy dark lipstick, further actuating their
seductiveness. She is dressed in a tight short black mini skirt, that has
ridden up her thighs as she sits, exposing a good portion of her shapely, thick
thighs. The top of the outfit is very snug, tight across her full chest with a
deep neckline, revealing deep, creamy cleavage.

The smell of her perfume, Envy, rises to his nose as she speaks, parting those
sexy lips.

"I am so sorry offer officer, what have I done wrong?" Janet Black peers upward
inquisitively, cocking a sculptured eyebrow, with just the barest trace of a
smile across her face. "I don't believe I was speeding."

John looks down, almost to taken aback to speak. He hopes that she cannot
notice his growing erection. Tearing his eyes from her chest, he attempts to
speak.

"I am sorry ma'am, but the problem is not that you were going too fast, it is
that you were not going fast enough, especially for the left lane." He manages
to speak the words, he hopes without his gaze dwelling to much on her chest and
hips. She remains silent, but appears to be mulling things over in her head.
She uses her right hand to tuck her hair back beyond her right ear, and then,
without warning reaches through the open window and grasps his sex through his
slacks.

Det. John Green is so shocked by her bold action that he remains motionless for
a moment, still within her grip. He is amazed, no words, no stereotypical
'officer, is there anything I can do' nonsense. She went straight for it.

She stares straight up at him, massaging his throbbing length through his
slacks, feeling the heat of his erection even through the fabric, and
appreciative, noticing his width and thickness. Growing bolder at his
complacency she begins to unzip his pants, and pulls him out, exposing him
completely. She is impressed, as he is indeed large, and his sex is massive,
with thick veins that run its length.

Unfastening her seatbelt she leans out and takes him in her mouth engulfing his
member as deeply as she can, only about five inches, still leaving a good four
that she cannot take. She is determined to get this handsome cop off, right
here, right now. She feels his hands frame her face, burying themselves in her
hair, guiding her in her strokes. But she is no amateur, and begins expertly
working her tongue along the underside of his length with pressure, coating him
with saliva that runs and drips down her hand, which is gripped around the
base, and alternates her bobbing. She works furiously, her head motioning up
and down rapidly, spittle forming and falling, her lips expanding and
contracting around him as she takes him. She can hear his moaning, deep and
guttural, escaping from his throat. She can tell he is near, and begins pumping
him with her hand, tightly and fast, removing him from her mouth, but keeping
her lips near his large, bulbous head, eager to taste him. But she was wrong,
he is not close to climax, he is just growing more impassioned, and it is with
stunned disbelief that she feels him grow even thicker in her petite hands.

"Out of the car," John says, in a raspy, aggressive voice.

She follows, eager for satisfaction herself. She needs that thickness in her,
it has been far to long. Grasping her arm, he leads her to the rear of the car,
and sits her on the trunk lid, lifting her with strong hands in one effortless
movement. He spreads her legs, rips her panties of as if consumed with lust,
and it is with great relief that Janet feels his tongue enter he vagina, deep
and probing. He drives her to the point of screaming, out into the dark chilly,
early morning air. He works skillfully, his tongue lapping at her first like a
kitten drawing in warm milk, then continuing, long, wet licks from her puckered
anus to her aching clitoris. Her thighs clench, reflexively, imprisoning his
head between her thighs. He continues, sucking, nibbling, biting, penetrating,
until his face is a slimy mess, and their combined juices drip from his chin.
He retreats from her thighs, looks up, and they kiss, deeply and like animals,
as only two strangers can do.

They then disentangle, and Janet feels her waist being grasped, and soon she is
turned over, her heavy breasts and erect nipples mashed against the cold trunk.
She feels him lift her skirt once more, revealing her nakedness, and enter her
swiftly, driving his entire length into her in one deep, hard, slow stroke. She
cries out again, in pleasure, and grips at the sides of the car to steady
herself. She has never been so wet in her life, and can feel her wetness run
down her thighs as her vagina struggles to accommodate such a large visitor. It
contracts unwillingly around him, pulsing and twitching, in the throes of
orgasm. Never has she climaxed so quickly. But then again, never has she been
with someone so large either.

John smiles as he feels her muscles convulse around him and realizes that she
has just came. He continues stroking, slowly, allowing her to come down, and
relishes the small whimpering sounds she makes as she calms. He is close
himself, gripping in his hands those ebony cheeks, so thick and alluring, so
shapely, watching in lust as they ripple in response to his thrusts. The sound
of their skin slapping further adds to the rawness of the situation and almost
is enough to push him over, but not quite. He wants more.

Withdrawing from her tightness, he watches as her vagina clings to him, and the
suction fights to keep him anchored. It is delicious. He has never had someone
so wet. He withdraws, and readies himself for what is next.

Janet panics at first, when she receives the first indication of his intention
to take her anally. She feels his pinky, slick with their juices, enter her
first, followed in succession by his other fingers, one at a time, in size
order. When the last digit, his thumb enters her, she has been totally lubed
and her rectum slightly accustomed to being penetrated. But she is worried.
While she has tried anal sex before, it was not pleasant, the men had been
rough, giving thought to there own pleasure and not hers. Besides, they were
much, much smaller in size. The thoughts coupled with the realization that she
was on the side of a deserted highway, skirt hiked up, getting screwed by a
stranger begin to set in. She went to get up, but it was to late. She
reflexively tightened up when she felt his large head begin to furrow in,
pushing slowly past the tight outer ring. She felt like he would never fit, and
soon slight burning began, as her tiny anus was stretched wide. It was with
amazement that she realized his head was in, popping past her anus and entering
her tight rectum, which squeezed him like a vise. Through clenched teeth she
realized she could feel every single vein, crease and curve of his member, that
is how tight the coupling was. It began to excite her, and as the burning began
to subside, and he began rocking into her, she began to feel that familiar
wetness form between her legs once more.

John began stroking, aroused as never before at the sight of his sex gripped
tightly by her small, puckered hole, and as soon as he felt her begin to relax,
he started stroking faster. She responded, excited, and her aided her by
manipulating her clitoris with his left hand, snaked around her left hip. He
was close, and could feel his seed building and working up his shaft. She
climaxed first, crying out again, cursing wildly, and that sent him over.

Janet felt him orgasm, the muscles in his shaft pumping out his hot fluid in
thick, creamy spurts. She felt flooded, the heat of him surrounded by his semen
which is pushed out of her, having no lace to go in the confines of her
stretched rectum. She feels it cascade out, framing him, and run down her
thighs. Soon she feels him collapse on top of her and his hurried breath next
to her ear, escaping in wild, erratic gasps.

Moments pass and the collect themselves, him sliding off, and zipping up,
offering his tee shirt to her to wipe up. Wordlessly the dress, kiss once more,
and drive off, in the early morning glow of the rising sun.


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