STORY: "How I Prostituted Myself to Get Out of a Speeding Ticket" (MF,IR,TRUE,NC?)
Sorissa
(MF,IR,TRUE,NC?)
Copyright (c) 2005 soris...@aol.com
I hated my home life. I had actually gotten away from my mom's house
for a few years, to go to college, but due to one thing or another, I
didn't finish my degree and now I was back home living with her. I
had a lovely little government job, though that paid fairly nicely, but
the best part was that it offered flexible hours. I would work 10 hour
days, and every two weeks I'd take a Friday and the following Monday
off, resulting in a four day weekend. I used these weekends to get
away from my mom's house in Northern Virginia and drive down to see
my on-again-off-again boyfriend in South Carolina.
I got into the habit of leaving work at 3pm on Thursdays and driving
straight from there. I'd spend the weekend with my boyfriend and
leave Monday night, driving straight through the night and showing up
at my job at 5 am. This would allow me to completely bypass my
mother's house for that entire weekend. My mother was not simply a
typical Chinese mother; she was somewhat psychotic as well, so the less
time I spent with her, the better.
So, this one particular weekend, I was driving along as usual, and as I
crossed the South Carolina border, I moved into the left lane to pass a
car going just under the speed limit. Now normally, I don't drive a
single mile above the speed limit, but when one is trying to pass
someone who is almost going speed limit, one must speed a tiny bit to
get past them. Just as I was pulling past the other vehicle, I see a
police car sitting in the grassy copse of trees in the highway divider.
Sure enough, he turned his lights on, and I pulled over.
I am a very goody-two shoes, Chinese girl. I worship authority
figures, and it devastates me to ever get into trouble. So, when the
officer walked up to my window, I was shaking. He asked me for my
license and registration. I passed them over, and in my nervousness, I
dropped them out the window.
"Oh, gosh," I spluttered, " I am so sorry! I never speed. I'm
so sorry. Please, please don't write me a ticket. You should see
how I normally drive; I never ever drive over the speed limit."
The officer finished writing up the ticket, and then looked at me. I
don't know what it was, but he took a second look at me. He was a
very typical Southern white man. I think my features caught his
attention. He looked at me for such a long time, it made me even more
nervous. When I'm nervous, I blather.
"Please, officer, I would do anything if you would please not give me
this ticket."
He looked at me thoughtfully. Then he said, "First, sign here. This
says that you understand what you did, and that you will either pay the
fine, or you can contest it in court." I took the pen he held out,
and I signed. Well, that was it; I was going to have to pay this
ticket. He tore off the carbon copy and handed it to me. I saw on the
paperwork that his name was Officer Dupree.
"Ok, now start you car, and follow me."
Well, this was different, but I always follow instructions, when
someone in authority directs me to do so. Officer Dupree drove about
a half mile to another copse of trees in the median strip that divides
the highway. I followed him. As we pulled off the asphalt, I saw that
there was a clearing inside the trees that was completely enclosed and
isolated from the roadway. My heart started beating faster. My
imagination started running wild with different things that could be
happening.
Officer Dupree got out of his patrol car. He signalled for me to do
the same. I parked next to his patrol car, completely surrounded by
beautiful South Carolina trees. Even though the highway was right next
to me, the sounds of the cars roaring by was incredibly muted.
"Miss Lin, has anyone ever told you how pretty you are?" he said to
me, in a tone that didn't really seem to need an answer. "Would you
really do anything to get out of this ticket?"
I couldn't speak, so I just nodded. Officer Dupree stood looking at
me, in his uniform and from behind his sunglasses. It was very
intimidating. He said very quietly, "Take off your blouse and your
skirt for me, Miss Lin."
My hands shaking, I fumbled at the buttons down my front. I didn't
mean to be slow, but I was so nervous that it took several tries to get
the buttons all undone. I shrugged out of the sleeve and let my blouse
fall back onto the hood of my car. Then I unzipped my short brown work
skirt, and stepped out of it, as well.
I stood there in front of him in my lace bra and panties, feeling
completely vulnerable beneath his shaded gaze. He stepped up in front
of me, and cupped my chin with his left hand, his right hand resting on
the butt of his revolver. He tipped my head back so he could look into
my eyes, although I still couldn't see his. He lowered his head to
press his lips against mine, and it was a considerable distance as he
was so much taller than me. It wasn't exactly a kiss; it was more of
a dominating gesture.
The policeman next stood back up and let his fingers trail down over my
collarbone, to my right breast. Unlike most Asian women, I am rather
well-endowed. I'm a 38 D, and his hand was so large he was able to
cup most of my breast in his palm. I couldn't help but to gasp, as
he pinched my nipple through the lace of my bra. I was wearing the
lace for my boyfriend, and now this Southern cop was fondling me
through it.
He stepped between my legs, forcing me to spread apart for him, and he
dropped that same hand between my legs and rubbed the sheer cotton
panties right along the slit of my cunt. He cupped me in his palm and
squeezed, sliding one finger right into me, pushing fabric right up
with his finger.
He stepped back, and very casually removed his revolver from his
holster and placed it in his vehicle. He then turned back to me and
unzipped his fly. Not bothering to lower his pants, he simply opened
the front up enough to pull out his cock. He then motioned me down. I
knelt in the dry pine needles, and took his cock in my hands.
He had a nice, hard cock. The head of it was purple and glistening
with a couple of drops of pre-cum. I took a tentative lick at it, then
licked it up and down, and ran my tongue around the head of it. I
sucked it into my mouth, and bobbed my head up and down on his growing
shaft. I felt him weave his fingers into my long, black hair -
holding me in place.
I kept thinking about my situation here. We were out in the open, and I
was in my bra and panties, sucking off a fully dressed policeman. I
still didn't even really know what this man looked like, since he
hadn't removed his big-lensed, policeman's sunglasses. I was so
wet, knowing I was completely at his mercy.
Before I could think too much about it, I felt the tell-tale spasms in
his balls, which I still held in my hands. I got ready, and as he
pumped his cum into my mouth, I clamped down on his cock and swallowed
as much as I could. A very little bit of it escaped me, but as I
swallowed the bulk of it, I took a breath and licked off the rest of it
from the length of his cock.
As I stood up, he took both my breasts into his hands. He kneaded
them, rolling my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. He slid
the lace cups off my breasts, releasing them, without taking off my
bra. The band of the bra and the straps worked to make my breasts even
more prominent. I leaned back against my car, as he took first one,
then the other breast into his mouth.
Then he turned me around, and bent me over the side of my car's hood.
I felt him pull my panties down. He left them around my ankles,
leaving them in place as a natural hobble. I then felt him slide his
hand between my legs again, squeezing at my cunt, and probing me with
his fingers. He slid first one finger, then another, and another in
me. Then he finger-fucked me with his three fingers. When he felt how
wet I was, he spoke for the first time after such a long silence,
"You are really willing, aren't you?"
"Yes, officer," I breathed. "I told you, I'll do anything you
say."
He stepped quickly behind me and with one thrust, he pushed his cock
into me at my words. Having already come once in my mouth, he took his
time with me. He fucked me fast at first, then remembering that I had
such huge breasts, he slid his hands around me and up my stomache. He
grabbed my breasts in his huge hands, cushioning them from the hard
metal of my hood, thrusting deeper and deeper into me with each thrust.
As he fucked me, he was pushing me higher onto the car hood, and I
ended up standing on my toes. I came hard when he pinched my nipples.
Finally he came again, and released me. He helped me to find my
clothes after he zipped his pants back up.
When I finished reassembling my attire, Officer Dupree asked me for my
copy of the ticket. Then he ripped it up and told me I could go. With
him watching my every move, I got into my car, and started it. Then I
pulled slowly back onto the highway, and drove on into Aiken. Would
you believe my boyfriend never even noticed I was late?
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