Chapter 4: A routine traffic stop
A car barreled down a dark empty road late in the evening. The woman inside was beautiful and buxom, in her late twenties and still in the prime of her life. She was also quite… vocal as she drove along, the only thing louder than her being the music blaring out of her car's speakers that she was singing (poorly) along to.
The woman was going very, very fast, well over the speed limit on the signs that she was blowing past every few seconds or so. But there was nobody else around for what seemed like miles, nobody visible to her behind or in front of her. So she kept on going, speeding along and pushing her car to the absolute limits, almost reaching a hundred miles per hour on a road where the speed limit was only forty five.
Unfortunately for her, the area wasn't as empty as she probably thought. A billboard showed up on her left and she blew right past it… and the police cruiser idling behind it. Immediately the sirens went on and the cruiser pulled out onto the road, picking up speed and gaining on the still singing woman slowly but surely. It took her a minute to see the flashing lights, her eyes squeezed shut as she belted out the chorus to the song blaring from her radio.
But when she finally caught the red and blue in her rearview mirror, her eyes widened dramatically and she immediately shut off her radio, only to hear the sirens to go along with those dreaded lights. Whimpering briefly, the woman began to slow down, her heart sinking as she eventually managed to bring her car to a full stop, half on and half off the two lane road. She sat in the driver's seat, hunching in and doing delightful things to her cleavage as a result as she stayed where she was.
It took a bit, but eventually the policeman in the cruiser got out and began to walk towards her car. He arrived at her window and rapped on it with his knuckles. Licking her lips, the woman rolled down her window and gave the (surprisingly handsome!) officer her best smile.
"P-Problem Officer?"
The cop directed his flashlight into her car before saying a word. He looked at her face first and then at the passenger seat and the back seats. The handsome policeman gave her a condescending smile as he eyed her up and down a bit more closer, giving her a VERY blatant once over that made the (only slightly!) drunk woman feel rather nice, a smoldering in her core at the lust she saw in the officer's eyes.
"Ma'am, do you know what speed you were going at just now?"
Batting her eyelashes at the man, she shook her head, adopting the puppy dog eyes and attempting to play the innocent little girl.
"N-No Officer, I guess I wasn't looking at the speedometer closely enough! I'm awfully shorry!"
All she got for her troubles was a grunt. Then the officer took the time to look around her car again. Eventually, his flashlight and his eyes settled upon her feet. Or more specifically, what was resting on the floor of her car, nestled between her legs. The woman followed his gaze down to the open half-empty wine bottle she had sitting there and her face colored bright red, as if she'd completely forgotten it was there.
"Miss, are you drunk?"
The woman looked up at the officer wide eyed and shook her head frantically.
"No shir, I shwear I'm not! T-that'sh not mine or anything! … hic!"
They both stared at each other for a long moment, the corner of the cop's mouth twitching upwards as he struggled to keep a serious face while the woman just stared at him, an absolutely earnest expression on her face. She was an excellent liar. But no amount of acting was going to get her out of this.
"I'm going to need to ask you to step out of the car Miss."
The woman whimpered as the policeman stepped back, opening up her door and waiting as she slowly got out of her car, stumbling in the process and almost falling forward onto her face. She managed to catch herself on a hand though and she stood up, very visibly swaying from side to side for a long moment before she managed to focus enough to still her treacherous body.
Now that she was out of the car, the buxom beauty was on full display, her long legs, high heels, and short slinky cocktail dress not leaving much to the imagination AT ALL. She winced as the officer shined his light in her face again and then moved it down her body. It was just her and him out on this dark road, late at night. The only sources of light in the darkness were his flashlight and their two cars.
Ultimately, the uniformed man didn't say anything, merely letting out an indecipherable sound from his throat before pulling another device from his belt and holding it out to her.
"Miss, please blow into the end of this breathalyzer."
The drunken woman's eyes widened and she looked between the threatening device and the man holding it out to her.
"I-Ish there another test I could d-do?"
The cop simply cocked an eyebrow in response to that and apparently that was the tipping point. The woman broke down right there on the side of the road next to her car, sobbing and clasping her hands together as she begged through her tears.
"Please officer, I know I'm drunk! I know I was driving too fast! But I can't get a ticket o-or worst, get arrested! My husband would KILL me! PLEASE, I'll do ANYTHING!"
The officer paused briefly and deliberately shined his flashlight up and down her body again.
"And where IS your husband tonight Miss?"
That seemed to stymy the drunken woman for a moment before she stammered out an answer that sounded fake even to her ears.
"H-He's at home, he wasn't feeling well so he didn't go to the party with me t-tonight…"
"Is that so?"
The police officer seemed to mull this over for a long moment before he let out a grunt, seeming to have come to a decision.
"You'll do anything to keep me from taking you in, will you?"
The woman blinked for a moment before nodding frantically.
"Oh y-yes sir! Anything, anything at all! I'll drive five miles below the speed limit for the rest of my life, I'll never drink another ounce of alcohol, and I'll take classes promoting awareness for driving dru-eep!"
While she'd been rambling, the officer had gotten impatient and suddenly the woman found herself crowded against the side of her car, the man's face inches from her own as he spoke, something very familiar to the woman smoldering in his eyes.
"I don't care what you do after tonight slut. All I know is I'm getting my dick sucked or you're going to jail and your car's being impounded."
Hearing such vulgar speech from a uniformed man of the law left the beautiful buxom woman speechless, her mouth opening and closing soundlessly like a goldfish as she stared at him and he stared right back, utterly serious. When she didn't say a word, the officer placed the breathalyzer on the top of her car and used his now free hand to press down on her shoulder. He wasn't pushing at all hard, a firm yet gentle pressure, but the woman found herself descending to her knees anyways.
Once she was down there, she looked at the policeman's crotch and then up at the wicked grin on his face.
"A-and if I do this, you'll let me go?"
His grin widens just a bit more.
"That'll depend on you won't it? How good of a cocksucker are you slut?"
Blushing furiously at the degrading question, humiliating welling up in her chest, she did as he'd told her anyways, reaching forward and unbuckling his pants. Next came his button and his zipper and then she was reaching into his boxers to take hold of his cock. The police officer was half hard when she pulled his decently sized member from its tight confines. Had just her exposed body done that? Flushed and flustered, she leaned forward and opened her mouth hesitantly, taking the man's dick into her mouth and beginning to try and suck on it.
Her inexperience was instantly apparent as she gagged almost immediately despite his shaft not even reaching the back of her throat. She tried to keep going anyways, choking on his cock as she bobbed her head back and forth, but never getting more than a couple inches of his cock into her maw. The policeman watched, slowly growing more frustrated. By the time he grabbed her roughly by the hair and pulled her off his length with a pop, the only thing the woman had managed to do was bring him to full mast.
A yelp escaped her throat as she was pulled by her hair to her feet. The woman stumbled in her high heels, whimpering and whining as the man dragged her to the back of her car and slammed her face down on the hood.
"You call that cocksucking you stupid cunt?! My grandmother could blow a dick better than that!"
The flashlight went down right beside her head and then the policeman was pulling her arms behind her back, the familiar sound of handcuffs opening as she found herself being cuffed in short order. Only belatedly did the woman seem to realize what was happening, struggling briefly and looking back over her shoulder with wide eyes at the grinning cop.
"W-wai-!"
"Shut up slut and listen to me."
She immediately clammed up, her lips sealed as she stared at him in silence, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. He seemed to take that in for a moment, but if anything, his grin only grew as he reached out and stroked a hand through her disheveled ruined hair.
"Now then slut, the way I see it, you've got two options. First, I arrest you and you get booked. Your car gets toed to our impound lot and your husband MIGHT get a call in the morning to come pick your drunk sorry ass up if we're feeling generous."
He paused meaningfully and the woman shuddered in a mixture of several different emotions. Licking her lips, the buxom beauty looked back at him with her best seductive eyes.
"… Or?"
The policeman grinned ferally.
"Or you let me fuck you right here and right now and I'll let you go on your merry way. I'm confident you can't fuck up that as much as you fucked up a simple blowjob."
Tears streamed down the woman's face but ultimately she nodded slowly. A growl was the response she got and the cop pulled her hair back, snarling into her ear.
"Say it you fucking slut. Tell me to fuck you, BEG me to fuck you."
A gasp of surprised pain left her lips and then she was speaking, stammering out the words as she felt him rubbing his exposed hard cock against her barely covered ass.
"P-Please sir, f-fuck me. F-fuck your worthless slut, please! I can't go to jail, I just can't!"
All she got in response to that was another snarl but then his fingers curled under the hem of her cocktail dress and tugged it up over her big fat ass. A moment later her thongs was pulled down to her knees and there was a nice large cockhead pushing into her sopping wet cunt. The woman's eyes widened as a moan escaped her throat and it didn't stop there. He was fucking her now, using his grip in her hair to drive himself forward as he pulled her back.
A mixture of grunts, groans and moans left her lips as he plowed her against the back of her own car, slamming home into her pussy again and again. His pace was almost frenzied, unbelievably fast. And then she felt it coming and she groaned, trying to shake her head, squeezing her eyes shut and trying but failing to hold back the impending orgasm.
When it struck, it was explosive, the pleasure wracking through her primed body. Her mouth fell open and a loud ugly cry left her throat as she shook, pinned as she was between his thrusting body and the trunk of her car. But he didn't stop, didn't even let up for a moment. She tried to get the words out, tried to tell him she was too sensitive, that she couldn't keep going.
They didn't come; instead all that left her mouth was indecipherable embarrassing mumbles, her voice rather delirious as he continued to thrust into her, rocking her body repeatedly. When the second orgasm came, the woman just gave in and let it all go. She climaxed for what felt like forever around the handsome policeman's big hard cock and it was the best sex that she'd ever had.
"Fuck, getting close… gonna cum inside you slut."
Her first reaction to that was another pitiful moan. Then she actually registered the words, processing them and letting out a yelp as she woke up from the half-conscious, half-passed out state she'd been in. Looking back over her shoulder, the woman looked panicked as she stared at his thrusting cock with wide eyes, feeling his pulsating throbbing length digging deep inside her.
"Y-you c-can't! D-don't cum inside, I'm not on the p-pill!"
He just laughed at her, a cruel thing as he continued to plow her at a hard and fast rate for a few more thrusts before finally emptying his balls into her needy clenching cunt. The woman shuddered as she felt his white hot seed paint the inside of her womb and her eyes rolled back in her head as she experienced one last massive explosive orgasm from the sheer enormity of the moment.
Flopping forward onto the car trunk in front of her, the woman panted heavily even as the 'cop' leaned over her, pulling his softening cock out of her well-fucked cunt and laying light gentle kisses along her neck and her bare shoulders.
"You okay Anne?"
The woman, Anne, let out a shaking disbelieving chuckle and nodded as best she could.
"Y-Yeah Jeff, I'm okay… the handcuffs are starting to chafe though, can you get them off?"
Jeff startled at that and blinked down at his wife's restrained arms in front of him.
"Oh yeah, right! I almost forgot I switched out the fake cuffs for your real ones at the last moment. What did you think?"
After her husband had pulled the handcuffs off her wrists and stepped back, Anne, the actual law enforcement officer in their relationship slowly stood up, turning around on shaky legs and the high heels she was STILL wearing, rubbing her wrists as she gave Jeff a wry smile.
"It certainly added to the authenticity I suppose. Honestly, your uniform is a bit… depressingly bad? I wasn't really INTO it until you used the real cuffs; it was like it was obvious it wasn't actually happening until that moment."
Looking down at his store bought policeman costume, Jeff nodded in understanding, giving his wife a sheepish smile and a shrug as he offered her back her cuffs and glanced back at HER police cruiser.
"Well, it was fun driving an actual police car for just a bit. And you certainly looked like you were having fun, blasting down the road at a hundred in our shitty four seater with the music blaring so loud."
Anne flushed red at his light teasing of her playacting. She shrugged her shoulders just like he had and stiffened her upper lip.
"I was just… getting into character. And what about you? You know I don't do blowjobs… that was very mean of you, you know."
Her husband just laughed, grinning wickedly at that, completely unrepentant. But then they both knew she wasn't really upset about it either. She had told him to push every boundary he could think of after all, using her however he liked. He would have been well within his rights to force his cock down her throat if he wanted to, only his love and affection for her causing to take mercy on her and move on to the sex scene.
"Yes, well maybe if you practiced a bit you wouldn't be so bad at it."
She scoffed indignantly at that, but it was clearly mocking as he stepped up and took her in his arms. She rested her head against his chest, smiling softly and luxuriating in his embrace for a long moment before yelping as his hands ghosted down her back and to her ass, gripping and squeezing her fat butt cheeks.
"Perhaps next time I'll go ahead and take your back door for a spin. Better be good 'Miss', or I'll be forced to detain you yet again and then who knows what'll happen."
The policewoman gave her husband the stink eye for a long moment but it eventually faded into a carefree grin, knowing he wouldn't do anything without taking the proper precautions and they always had a safe word just in case. If he did decide to introduce her to anal during one of their roleplay sessions that dealt in reluctant or forced fantasies, she knew that he wouldn't do anything to hurt her in the process.
Instead, Anne turned her thoughts to something else, something more important to her. She rested her head back against her husband's chest and lowered a hand to her abdomen, right where her cream-filled womb rested.
"Do you think it might actually take? It felt like you came buckets in me Jeff, and I'm not on the pill… this is a bad day for me too."
Jeff chuckled, running his hands through her hair and kissing her brow.
"One can only hope Anne. I do know one thing though, if it does take."
She blinked and leaned back, furrowing her brow at him questioningly. Jeff gave her a shit-eating grin in response.
"If our kid ever asks how it happened, we are definitely lying to them."
Anne was startled into a bark of laughter, reminded of just why she'd married this amazing wonderful man in front of her. Continuing to laugh, she smacked his chest playfully and then let him wrap her up even more firmly in his embrace as she shook with mirth. Soon he was joining her, laughing simply because she couldn't stop laughing, the extremely happy couple luxuriating in each other's presence on that stretch of empty road in the middle of the night, perfectly and utterly content.
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