Pulled over by the Police
You have been to your works christmas party, and have had a few drinks. The men
at the party are all trying to talk to you, since you have gone in a slinky silk
dress , split to mid thigh, with no bra, so your breasts are plainly visible,
your nipples thrusting against the thin material. It's been a long time since
you had a man inside you, and you are ready for a good hard, dirty fuck ... ...
There are no real men at the party, however, no-one who catches your eye, or
engages you in anything other than banal conversation. You grow tired of the
party, and finishing your last drink, you take your leave.
As you get into your car, and start driving home, you begin to think about
exactly what it is that you desire in a man. Your thoughts turn to how he should
look, how he should dominate you, make you wait for his cock, make you beg him
to fuck you. You think about how you want to be fucked, and fucked hard - you
don't want slow, comfortable sex, you want hard, dirty fucking...
Your thoughts turn to how he would take you from behind, forcing his thick cock
right up your soaking cunt, and your fingers subconsciously stray to your dress,
pulling the hem up until you are able to slide your fingers between your legs,
feeling the gathering dampness there. You drive along the empty road, continuing
the fantasy, imagining him holding you above his cock, his hands around your
waist as you beg him to let you slide down onto his cock, hot and hard at the
entrance to your cunt...
By now your fingers are teasing your clit, sliding in and out of your cunt, and
your breath is coming in little gasps as you imagine his tongue on your clit,
flicking it until you are desperate for his thick, long prick deep inside you.
You can feel your orgasm building, and you are just about to come when you sense
a car in the lane next to you, and at the same moment, the blue lights flashing
and the sound of the siren let you know that you are being pulled over.
Hastily rearranging your dress, you pull over and step out of the car. You can't
really see the policeman who has pulled you over, as the lights of his car are
too bright. "Step out of the vehicle and place your hands on the roof of the
car" He demands. You obey, and sense him step up behind you. "I'm going to have
to search you for weapons madam" he says "one of our troopers was shot on a
routine stop last week, and procedure now demands we search all suspects before
proceeding." You do not question this, wondering why you have been pulled over,
and thinking guiltily of the drinks you had at the party - perhaps you are over
the limit for driving...
"bend forward over the hood of your car please madam" he asks. You do as asked,
but gasp as he lifts your dress right up to your waist, the cold air hitting the
dampness between your legs, making you aware of just how much of you he can see,
as you are wearing no knickers, and he has you bent right forward. "Is this
strictly necessary?" you ask him. "I will be asking you the questions" he
replies "besides which, since you have driven the last mile with your skirt up
around your waist, I don't think you're going to mind too much about how I
search you..."
This exchange makes you realise that his car had been there for some time before
you noticed him, and he had seen everything you were doing. The thought brings a
flush of shame, mingled with a thrill of excitement as you note his obviously
firm body beneath his police uniform, his leather gloved hands now running over
you as he searches your upper body for weapons.
"Have you had a drink tonight?" he asks. "I'm afraid I have" you reply, "but I
don't think I've had enough to put me over the limit."
"You will let me be the judge of that", he says, and asks you to touch the tip
of your nose with your index finger, while your eyes are closed. You are able to
do this, and the trooper then decides to make things difficult for you. "I'm not
convinced your eyes were closed" he says "I'm going to have to blindfold you to
ensure you are not cheating." You readily accede to this order, certain now that
this man wants to fuck you, and needing more and more the feel of his leather
gloved hands running over your body again....
He affixes a strip of black cloth over your eyes, coming close enough so you can
feel the heat from his crotch against your thigh, feel him pulsing, hard,
beneath the cotton of his uniform trousers. Once you are blindfolded, he again
asks you to touch your nose, and this you do. "perhaps this test is not rigorous
enough" he says "I am fairly convinced that you must be quite drunk, otherwise
why would a respectable woman like yourself be driving around the streets,
frigging her cunt like a whore..." The shock of his words is combined with the
shock of your dress being pulled off your shoulders, to reveal your breasts, the
nipples already erect in expectation of the rough treatment this man is going to
provide you...
"So, how do you want to proceed?" he asks "do you want to come down to the
station for a blood test, or do you want to finish the matter right here?." You
know exactly what he means - he will forget the ticket if you let him fuck you -
which, quite frankly, is what you are ready to beg him for anyway. "I'll take my
punishment here" you reply. "that's a good girl" the cop replies, "now bend over
the hood again." You are still blindfolded, and gasp as you feel him rip the
rest of your dress from you, leaving you totally naked, apart from your high
heeled shoes, and with his headlights still shining full on you, making you
obvious to anyone who might drive by...
The next thing you feel are his hands on your ass, still gloved in leather,
parting your cheeks as his tongue runs over your ass - pushing into your ass as
his fingers begin to slide in and out of your already soaking wet cunt, making
you gasp and writhe. "You acted like a whore, so I'm going to treat you like a
whore" he says. "Turn around and lean back over the hood" he commands. You do as
he asks, and gasp as you feel a hard, smooth object at the lips of your cunt.
I'll never be able to take that inside me" you cry. "Oh, I think you will", he
says, ripping off the blindfold "and a lot more besides." As you gaze down at
what he is holding between your legs, you see it is his nightstick, but your
attention is also drawn to his cock, which is now free of his pants, and stands
erect, looking as big and as hard as the stick...
A moan erupts from your throat as he manages to slide the head of the nightstick
into you, and with your legs now up around your shoulders, he begins to slide it
in and out of you, ordering you to fondle your nipples for his pleasure. he
demands that you tell him what a whore you are, and how much you want to be
fucked, and before you know it you are telling him every depraved desire you
have ever had - gasping with lust as he brings you close to your orgasm time and
again, until you feel that huge cock at the entrance to your ass - "No" you gasp
"I can't take you in there."
"I didn't ask your permission, my hot cunted drunken whore" he says, and begins
to rub the head of his massive cock against your ass, lubricating the area with
the juices which are now flowing from your dripping cunt...
He is still sliding the nightstick in and out of your cunt, but now his cock is
also inside your ass, and the sensation is incredible - the feeling of fullness
makes you gasp with every stroke, and the heat and sensation of his hot, hard
cock in your ass soon has you coming again and again, gasping with lust as this
man fucks you on a public road, the headlights full on you, the risk of
discovery adding to the thrill as he makes you come harder than ever before,
your hands reaching down to cup his balls as he comes right up your ass, feeling
every movement of his cock in the tightness of your ass as he pumps his semen
into you, gasping as he fingers your clit, bringing you to a final shattering
orgasm...
"I think that will be all for tonight" He says buttoning his trousers "I suggest
you mind your driving etiquette in future, or you and I will have to have
further words." With that, he leaves you, still spread wide on the hood of your
car, exhausted, but completely fulfilled... You have a feeling you will be
driving this way tomorrow...!
