Speed Demon
As the red and blue lights flashed in her rearview mirror,
she glanced at the speedometer as she pulled to the side
of the road. Any hope she had that the cop was heading elsewhere
died when she read the guage - 45 in a 30, and she was already
slowing down from her top speed at that point. Sure enough,
the cruiser pulled up behind her and as she rolled down her
window, she turned to look at the chiseled, unsmiling face
of a man that was all cliche - tall, dark, and handsome. She
reached into the glove box for proof of insurance, and the
dome light revealed the deep green eyes set into his tanned
face, a sharp contrast to jet-black hair.
"Where's the fire?"
Blushing, she stammered, "I'm sorry, officer,
I was just in a hurry and I didn't relaize how fast I was
going..." Her voice trailed off, knowing he had heard
that a thousand times before.
"Why are you in such a hurry?" he asked conversationally
as he opened up his ticket book. She noticed that he didn't
actually start writing the ticket, and she knew she might
still have a chance at getting out of it, but the words that
tumbled out of her mouth unbidden made her cringe. "I've
been working on a paper and I really don't have time
to be out at all, but I have this... special friend... who
called and wanted me to come over, so..." Her voice
trailed off uncertainly as she realized what she was saying.
The cop, meanwhile, looked somewhere between amazed and
amused.
"You mean to tell me, that the reason you're speeding
- and the reason I shouldn't give you a ticket - is that
you're on your way to a quickie and you really don't
have time for the hassle?!?!?" Blushing furiously,
she looked down and waited for the lecture. When it didn't
come after a few minutes, she looked up to see a thoughtful
expression on his face.
"See, here's my dilemma, " he said. "On
the one hand, I shouldn't let you get away with this.
You were speeding, breaking the law, and no matter how big
a hurry you're in to get laid, that's no excuse."
He looked at her appraisingly. "On the other hand,
you look like a hot little piece of ass, and I'd hate
to deny a hot little piece of ass to another guy who's
waiting at home right now, probably wondering what's
taking you so long."
Her mouth fell open at his statement, spoken so matter-of-factly
that it was as if he were discussing the weather. He went
on, "But here again, I can't just let you go. I
mean, after all, what if you're not as hot as you look?
What if I let you go, and you can't get him off? There's
really only one thing I can do if I'm to be fair about
this. Turn your engine off, ma'am." Surprised,
she obeyed without thinking. He motioned toward the rear
of her van, and silently she unfastened her seatbelt and
moved in that direction, as he came around the other side
and opened the sliding door. She had ot admit to herself
that this was exciting; she was attracted to him in a way
she hadn't expected. With a little maneuvering and
a few directions, she soon found herself kneeling in front
of him as he sat on the rear bench seat, his pants around his
ankles and a thick, hard cock exposed for her attention.
Going for broke, she quickly closed her mouth over the head
and began flicking her tongue over him gently. At his sharp
intake of breath, she let her tongue dance longer and lower,
swirling around his shaft as she began to combine the tongue-work
with sucking. She looked up at him, cock still in her mouth,
and found him looking straight down into her eyes. Slowly
he closed his own and leaned his head back, moaning as her
sucking became more insistent. She lavished attention
on his cock, every now and then stopping to lick and suck
his balls, and he gasped when her tongue dipped just a little
lower, teasing his ass.
"You ARE a hot little thing, " he growled, "But
your special friend was getting more than a blow job, wasn't
he?" Cock still in her mouth, she looked into his eyes
and nodded. He pulled her up toward him, turning her so that
she knelt on the bench seat, her back facing him. Her legs
were bare, feet in sandals that he didn't bother to
remove, and as he lifted her short skirt up over her hips,
he was pleased to find she was wearing nothing underneath.
She expected instant penetration, and was surprised to
instead feel his tongue parting her lower lips - almost
as surprised as he was to find her very wet. "Oh, you
like it, don't you? You're hot for me, aren't
you, you sweet little bitch?" Within seconds he had
straightened up and was plunging his thick hard cock deep
into her. She gasped and began moaning as his thrusts continued,
deep and hard. The whole van shook, and her body began to
quake as she went over the edge into a deep and lasting orgasm.
As he felt her lips quivering around his shaft, he could
no longer contain himself, and unleashed a torrent of hot
cum deep in her pussy. After a few minutes their breathing
began to even out, and he pulled her skirt back down over
her, and left the van. She moved unsteadily back to the driver's
seat, where she met him at the window. He stood there, pen
poised over his ticket book, and her heart sank, but still
he didn't write anything. Finally, she met his eyes.
That deep shade of green took her breath away, and she blushed
in spite of herself. He stared at her, not blinking, for
what seemed like forever. Finally, he dropped his hands
to the side, and smiled. It was the first time he had broken
a smile during the whole encounter, and the sight of it was
enough to make her heart jump into her throat - as attractive
as he was when he was stone-faced, he was that much sexier
when his lips turned up in a grin. "I guess I can't
really give you a ticket, and I can't keep you any longer.
One of my fellow men is about to get the fuck of his life, and
I can't stand in the way of that." She watched,
dumbstruck, as he walked back to his cruiser, climbed in,
slammed the door, and drove off. After a moment, a small
smile on her face, she started the van again and drove off
toward her destination, a "special friend"
who would be completely turned on once she told him how it
came to be that he was getting sloppy seconds that night.
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