So I’m a fast driver- I can’t help it- and it’s worse if I’m running late. Early this year, I was coming back alone from happy hour with the girls, going about 85mph on the freeway, and, you guessed it—siren! I was being pulled over. I made my way to the shoulder. One cop came up to the driver side of the car. The other came to the passenger seat but didn’t seem to want me to roll down that window.
“License, registration” the one on my side said coldly.
“Of course” I said, and dug them out and handed them over.
He looked closely at both as he stood at my window.
“I’m sorry, officer,” I said, “I totally know I was driving too fast. I was running late- I know that’s no excuse.”
When I said this, I looked in dead in his eyes, and sent my best pretty girl vibes at him.
I continued, “but I just don’t get out much, so I was really excited to meet the girls at the bar and hopefully meet some new guys.”
When I said this he handed back my license and registration.
“Meet guys, huh?”
He shot the other cop a glance, and cop #2 took out a phone and walked a few feet off, apparently making a call.
“Yeah. Single life can get pretty boring” I said, and let my hand fall casually against my low-cut top. I know my breasts looked REALLY good in it, all overflowing the top practically.
“What kind of guys are you looking to meet?” he asked me, and I thought I started to see the faintest trace of a smile. I really hoped he wasn’t messing with me.
“Well….” I said, letting my hands fall to my lap where my short, tight skirt seemed to be creeping up my thighs, “I don’t know…I guess, guys that like a good time? I especially like men in uniform,” I added sweetly.
My hand came up and grazed my cleavage, letting my middle finger run slightly between my large breasts. It seemed no man could ever ignore my natural DD’s, but I was going to make certain this one wasn’t the first! I arched my back in my seat, heaving my tits a few inches closer to his face.
“Well I hate to give you a ticket…you seem like a VERY nice lady…but the problem is, if I don’t, I’m afraid you won’t learn a lesson.”
As he said this, I could see a bulge in the front of his pants grow. He was getting hard thinking about teaching me a lesson! And I must admit, right then my panties started to get a bit wet.
“What if…” I asked him, “there was another way for me to learn my lesson, besides getting ANOTHER ticket? I really, really can’t afford a ticket right now”.
“Hmmm” he said, leaning in closer to my window, bending down towards me.
“Suppose there was an –unconventional way—for you to learn your lesson tonight without getting a ticket. Would you open to that sort of thing?”
“I’d be VERY interested,” I said, smiling at him.
The officer was jotting something down on his pad.
“There’s a motel just off the next exit. Head there RIGHT now. Check in under ‘Mrs. Rogers’, and keep the door unlocked. Just wait.”
Stunned, I took the piece of paper. I didn’t know what to say!
“Go,” he said, “now”.
Nervous, I pulled back onto the freeway, heading for the next exit. Was this really happening? Had I just turned a ticket into some kind of sex? Could I really just fuck this total stranger? And a cop, of all things?! I felt scared but thrilled at the same time. He really was kind of hot, in that crew-cut military sort of way.
I found the place and checked in in a daze, and then sat on the bed, feeling very strange. It was well over an hour before the knob was turning and the officer was walking in. He was still in his uniform.
“Are you ready, you bad little girl” he asked, approaching me on the bed where I sat, “to learn your lesson?”
“Yes” I said.
“Yes, DADDY,” he corrected me.
Yes, daddy,” I said, quickly playing along, “I know I’ve been REALLY BAD”.
“Mmmmmmm” he groaned, stroking at the front of his pants, letting his hand cup the rather sizable swell coming alive beneath the navy material. He slowly removed his belt and gun, finally taking his pants to the floor.
I think I actually gasped out loud- it was maybe only 5 or 6” long, but it was THICK as any I’d ever seen. I must admit, when I saw it, I knew I’d made the right decision!
“Come here” he said, standing at the edge of the bed.
I crawled to the edge on my knees and looked up at him imploringly. He took that fat, beer-can cock and put it up to my lips.
“You’ve been a very bad girl, speeding on the freeway like that. Don’t you know how dangerous that is? There’s only one way to deal with a bad girl like you. You need to suck on THIS until daddy knows for sure you’re sorry. If you’re REALLY sorry, you’ll TASTE my forgiveness, and then you can go.”
I parted my lips, letting first the head, and then the thick shaft, slide down my throat. He moaned.
“That’s right, baby, suck it like a good girl. Show me how sorry you are for speeding on Daddy’s freeway. Mmmmm, yeah, take it all in….”
With the cop’s dick in my mouth, I really couldn’t believe how much I was enjoying it! With each moan, I got more into it—sucking, licking, slurping…it’s like I couldn’t get enough of his cock! I wanted it further and further down my throat. I’d never let a man dominate me this way, and it was freaking hot! My hand milked the shaft as I slurped that wide pink head, wanting suddenly to do it better than anyone ever had.
I could tell he was getting close, so I went even harder, faster, and he obliged, holding onto the back of my head and pumping my face as hard as he could, losing control of his composure. It was hard not to gag on all that cock but I didn’t want to spoil it!
“Oh god” he said in a cracking voice “what a dirty, dirty mouth you’ve got on you, little girl. So much dirtier than the others. I’m gonna fill it up until you choke on it.”
My pussy was gushing with juice at this point. I slipped a hand between my thighs and started to rub my clit as I kept sucking. He thrust into my mouth with long, deep strokes, and I could tell he was going to blow.
I cupped his balls as he gripped my head, pushing his cock as far down my throat as it would go, spurting hot against my tonsils. I swallowed, once, twice, a third time, letting his throbbing cock expel what seemed like 3 or 4 loads down my throat. Finally he pulled it out and rubbed it the last of it all over my face, coating me in cum and spit.
“Oh yeah…” he groaned “you sure learned your lesson”, and he was quickly tucking that gorgeous cock away, back into his slacks.
“We’re done for now,” he said, tucking in his shirt, “but if I catch you speeding again, you KNOW what daddy is gonna do? He’s gonna find another hole for this thick cock. Really punish you next time. It won’t be this easy.”
With that, he left, and I’ve been speeding down that same bit of freeway ever since!
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