Fantasy: Satisfying The Law (Part 1)

Sex with Paul is good, but it’s not really anything to write about. Our nights tend to go a lot like what I described in my last post. I wouldn’t say it’s boring because anytime I end up with a cock in my ass, I wouldn’t say it’s boring…just doesn’t make for good blog posts without getting redundant.

Reader Standard_B suggested that I write fantasies and memories. Being that I’ve been single until recently and don’t get to see Paul a lot because of my work schedule (having two jobs really gets in the way of my sex life, there’s been a lot of nights where I lose myself in fantasies.

My most frequent fantasies are about one of my coworkers at my day job and one of my bosses at my night job. Then there’s the threesome fantasy about two roommates that live in my apartment complex that come into play whenever I run into them at the gym or pool. However, tonight I want to tell you about a fantasy that I’ve had since January when I moved down here.“Jess, I have to go. There’s red and blue lights behind me and I think he wants me to pull over.”

I put down my phone and pulled onto some dirt road. It was either a farm or a logging road, either way I had no idea where I was. At this rate I was going to Jess’s house where I was planning to stay for the night, let alone my new home in Florida.

The car rolled to a stop and I rolled down my window. A few moments later, the officer appeared at my window. “Good evening miss, do you know why I pulled you over?” At least, he had a sexy good ol’ boy accent.

“No, I don’t.” I stopped looking frantically through my purse for my license and insurance, to see that not only did he have a sexy voice, but he was the hottest cop that had ever pulled me over.

“You were going 52 in a 35 and you went right through a stop sign. I don’t think you even saw it.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry.” I imagined the dollar amount on the ticket and I wanted to cry. And damn, why hadn’t I worn something low cut and tight tonight. This hooded sweatshirt wasn’t exactly the type of outfit to get me out of a ticket.

“No need to curse ma’am. I just need to see your drivers license, registration and insurance.”

I went back to frantically searching through my purse, while he aimed his flashlight around my packed car, everything that I owned had somehow fit into the car or my parent’s storage unit.

After a minute, I found what he needed and he went back to his car.

He took is time, allowing me to get buried into my worries. Most of my savings was used for my apartment deposit and the rest I was hoping to use to buy some furniture so I didn’t have to sit and sleep on the floor for more than a few days.

I watched in my side view mirror as he walked back up, no emotion on his face, but a pink book of tickets in his hand.

“How much?”

“You don’t want to know, but before we get to that I’m going to need you to step out of your car.”

My heart sank as I undid my seat belt then opened up my door. He was only a few years older than me, but the uniform made him look more mature by ten years. Plus, he was even sexier when I was looking at him face to face, but he was so serious. “Stand in front of the car.”

“Yes, officer.”

“Have you been drinking?”

“No, just driving all day long so I’m pretty tired.” I sounded more exhausted then I felt.

“Where are you going?”

“My friend’s house. She lives on, ok I don’t remember which street. But the directions are on the passenger seat.”

“Watch the pen.” He said then started going through the motions. “Where are you coming from?”

“Chicago. I’m moving to Florida and she’s letting me crash at her house tonight.”

“Okay, you haven’t been drinking, but there’s still the matter of these tickets.

“How much?”

He looked down at his pad and said “$165 for the stop sign and $215 for the speeding. Plus, there’s the court fees, since it’s safe to assume you won’t be showing up to court.”

“Is there anything I can do, to you know get out of it?”

“Excuse me?” I think he was as shocked as I was. My most serious crime before this point was underage drinking and speeding, now I was pretty sure I had just committed a felony.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it.”

“Hands on the hood.”

I gave up and didn’t even try to argue. I leaned forward and put my hands on the hot hood. He stepped behind me and pushed me down further. “Any guns, knives, needles or grenades?”

“No sir.” I almost laughed when he said grenades, but I didn’t think it would help my situation.

I felt his strong hands slide up and down my arms, torso and legs with military precision. I wanted his hands all over me, but not like this.

His hands slide underneath my sweatshirt and up. At first, I thought he was still just patting me down. Then he reached in and I felt his warm hands cup the soft nylon and lace fabric of my bra. “You’re not supposed to do that.” I said, but didn’t dare move.

“You’re not supposed to attempt to bribe an officer of the law.” He squeezed and caressed.

“I didn’t.”

“I’m pretty sure you did and since we’re in the middle of nowhere, it’s the middle of the night and there’s no one else around here for miles. There probably won’t be another car come down this street until five or six AM. I can do whatever I want.” His took his hands out of my sweatshirt, but was soon checking very carefully for a weapon between my legs. “The good news for you is that I didn’t call it in when I pulled you over and I could always rip up the tickets.”

“I’ll do whatever you want.” I couldn’t believe that this was happening, I couldn’t believe what I had just said.

“I know you will. But just for my safety and yours, I’m going to have to do this.” He pulled my right arm back and put the metal bracelet around my wrist. It was cold and he put it so tight that it hurt. Then he did the same with my left arm.

He turned me around and said “This is how it’s going to work. You’re going to do what I want. If not, I’ll write the tickets.”

“That’s fair.”

“I’m not going to make you do anything that I’m sure that you haven’t done before with your little boyfriends. I had a feeling you were a slut when I first saw you, am I right?”

“Yes sir.”

“Perfect.” He finally smiled and so did I. “Now get on your knees. My wife hates giving blowjobs, but I have a feeling that you love giving head.”

“It’s dirty though?”

“Let’s see, $165 plust $215 dollars equals?”

I got on my knees. It was dirt, but at least it wasn’t mud.

I looked up at him and he pulled down his zipper. Without any hesitation, he pulled out his semi-hard cock. He was a big guy, built like a football player and his cock was even bigger than I expected. “I think you know what to do now.”

I leaned forward and licked the tip of his cock.

“More.”

I opened my mouth and took the head of his cock in. I slowly slid my lips down his cock, feeling it forcing me open my mouth wider and wider.

It wasn’t long before his cock went from pointing down to up as my lips slid up and down his now rock hard shaft.

“It would be a lot easier if I didn’t have these hand cuffs on?”

“I don’t think so.”

“How about on the front?”

“Get off your knees and lay on the hood of your car.” He unlocked them and I rubbed my wrists. “Now turn around.”

I twisted around and put my hands out. I expected him to put the handcuffs right back on, but he had other plans.

“I think you should take off your sweatshirt. It felt like you had a pretty good rack, I would like to see it.”

“It’s cold.” It was January and I wasn’t even halfway to Florida.

“Not only can I rip up tickets, but I can also write more tickets.”

I didn’t need to hear anything else. I ripped off my sweatshirt and threw it on the hood behind me.

“You’re a little bit thicker than I like, I like those nice blonde chicks but the way your lips feel around my cock, I think you’ll be able to get the job done.” His hands released my tits from my bra and started to play with them. He wasn’t gentle, but it was better than being in handcuffs.

Then almost like he heard me thinking, he pulled out one of my arms and slapped the handcuff on it. He put them on a little looser this time, but I could still feel the pressure.

“Now get back on your knees.”

I dropped to my knees again, this time not complaining. I went back to work, using my hands to extend my work.

The only sound was my lips sliding up and down his cock, the wind and the engine of his cruiser.

My head was soon bobbing up and down, my lips racing up and down the shaft of his cock. I thought I was doing an excellent job, but again he had a different point of view. His hands grabbed the back of my head and forced me to go even faster and pushed his cock even deeper into my throat. I stared to cough and gag, but he didn’t care.

“You really know how to suck cock, but what else can you do?”