Traffic Stop
Traffic Stop pt. 3
“Unless what?” I gasp, eyes closed, my body moving along with his as he caresses me, hips thrusting into my ass, lips soft and wet against my ear. “I’ve never had a ticket before, officer. I’ll do anything to avoid one.”
“Anything?” he asks, gripping me with both hands around the waist and turning me to face him.”
“Anything…” I try to reply but his lips are on mine too quickly as I give in completely to his kiss. His lips are somehow firm and soft at the same time and his strong hands are on my face as he kisses me deeply, passionately, and my desire builds further than I had ever though possible. I want him, and I want him to possess me, to take control of me completely. I want to submit to his every desire right here out in the sunshine on the side of this long, straight forest road.
He forces a knee between mine and my legs open again as if by reflex, so great is my desire to receive him, to feel his sex inside of me. He thrusts his hips against mine powerfully and I can feel how large is his cock inside his gray trousers as it rubs against my small one – a clit, really – in its baby pink lace panties, and all my feminine graces and manners dissolve like mist in the sun and I am at this moment nothing more than his whore, his bitch, panting in my lust to feel his hardness in my mouth, in my ass. He reaches a hand down and grips my knee and pulls my leg up and I curl it around behind him and he keeps thrusting and kissing me, his tongue darting in and out of my mouth and against my own and I want him inside me so badly I could scream.
He feels it too as he pulls away from me and backs himself against the hood of the car, resting on it, removing his hat and sunglasses and placing his hands on the edge, waiting. I push myself off the car and step forward, one foot in front of the other, the partly dry grass cruching beneath my t-straps, the nylon encasing one thigh gliding sensuously against the other, and I want what he wants and nothing else in the world matters unless I can suck him off.
I kneel down before him carefully and all at once I’m a lady again, a lady who doesn’t want to rip or stain her delicate, expensive stockings but still wants nothing more than to pleasure her man. I remember my nervousness at the prospect of a car driving by but somehow I keep going, so much do I crave the taste of his maleness. I place a hand against the front of his trousers, feeling the bulge and he shifts his body in place. Gingerly I begin to unzip the fly but then I pause and press my cheek against him there, feeling his manhood move, only the fabric between him and me. I open my mouth and press my lips to it and his cock moves again and as I pull back I see a little red ring on his gray trousers where my lips had been. Slowly I draw the zipper down, looking up into his eyes, blue as the sky, and then back down again to his fly and suddenly his cock flips out and it is magnificent. Long and smooth and still soft, I grit my teeth and look up into his eyes again and feel my ladylike manners slipping away once more, and the slut, the whore, the bitch emerges again from underneath. I am taken over by instinct and nothing can stop me from sucking, from worshiping the glorious cock that is mere inches from my face.
I take his entire member into my mouth and begin to suck gently, my eyes gazing up into his and then closing. I can feel him beginning to stiffen and my body and my soul are flooded with joy, a feeling of pleasure and rightness. I feel grateful, at peace, happy. I lose myself entirely in the feeling of the cock growing until my mouth is filled entirely, and his hardness presses against the back of my throat. I cough and slide off of him slowly, opening my eyes and looking up into his once more as a tear runs down my cheek. I smile a devilish, hungry smile at him and then once more he plunges into me.
But this time I am ready; my throat is ready. I pull him all the way back and suck, keeping my eyes on him the whole time. He moans and his body tenses and he slaps the hood of the car with one hand and throws his head back and for this moment, at least, he is under my control.
The teasing begins. I pull my head back away from his penis and look up at him. Never breaking eye contact I tickle his balls with my tongue, then slowly, excruciatingly slowly I slide my tongue up his shaft. I lick his cock again, and again, and again, gaining speed as my tongue glides up his length. Then I take the tip into my mouth once more and suck and suck and suck as he moans, his fingers in my hair, pulling.
I bob my head up and down on his cock and it slides in and out and rams me deep in my throat. My own pleasure mounts as I gag and he’s on the verge of exploding when he pulls my hair and pulls me off of him. I clench my teeth and look up at him. I want his cum. I want him to spurt into my mouth and I want to swallow every last drop and then keep sucking. But he wants something else, something more.
He’s still holding onto my hair with one hand when I look into his blue eyes and I know what it is that he wants and I want it too. He wants to fill me up, to place his penis inside of me, inside of my ass, and I want it too. With a suddenness that takes my breath away he jerks me up by the hair and I realize that he has also lost control and given himself over to instinct, to a****l lust, and I have become his bitch, to use as he will, and I like it. I want to be his bitch. I need to be his bitch.
Just as abruptly he pulls me by the hair again and swings me around so that I’m leaning, bent over the hood of the car and he is behind me. He pulls my dress up roughly with one hand and holds me down against the hot paint of the hood, and then he reaches down and pulls my panties over, thrusting them aside.
And before I can do anything, before I can cry out for help or resist or willingly submit he is inside of me. He presses his hardness into my ass deep, deeper still, until he is balls deep and then he just holds it there and it feels electric.The pleasure is almost unbearable as he begins thrusting in and out of my ass. He’s fucking me at last. Fucking me hard. Fucking my ass. And I love it. I cry out “fuck me, fuck me, fuck my ass!”
I feel close to cumming when he pulls out and turns me around. He kisses me again and pushes me back against the car hood and I spread my legs wide open for him and he pushes his hardness deep into my ass again and I moan a long high moan and I wrap my legs around his waist and squeeze. My pleasure builds and builds until I can’t hold back anymore and I explode in pleasure, my orgasm sending wave after wave of electricity through my entire body, emanating from my ass through my nylon-clad legs down to the the tips of my toes, up my spine and out to my head and arms and I cry out “yes, yes, yes!”
And his pleasure is also building but then at the last second he slides out and pulls me back down to my knees in front of him. I don’t care about tearing or dirtying my expensive European stockings anymore as I hungrily devour his dirty dick. I bob my head up and down once more upon it, sucking all the while until he pops, his hot semen squirting again and again until my mouth is full. I pull back when he has finished and look up at him and open my mouth so that he can see that every drop is in there and then without breaking eye contact I swallow three times to get it all down.
"Well miss, I can see now that there has been no misrepresentation here. You're every inch a woman. All you've got down there is a clitoris. That little nub you've got down there doesn't qualify as a penis."
"Oh thank you officer. I'm sorry for any confusion."
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"No apology necessary. I am going to have to write you a citation for the broken tail light. There's a court date on there. If you show up for that, I'll see to it the judge reduces your fine. If... well, I hope to see you there..."
“Unless what?” I gasp, eyes closed, my body moving along with his as he caresses me, hips thrusting into my ass, lips soft and wet against my ear. “I’ve never had a ticket before, officer. I’ll do anything to avoid one.”
“Anything?” he asks, gripping me with both hands around the waist and turning me to face him.”
“Anything…” I try to reply but his lips are on mine too quickly as I give in completely to his kiss. His lips are somehow firm and soft at the same time and his strong hands are on my face as he kisses me deeply, passionately, and my desire builds further than I had ever though possible. I want him, and I want him to possess me, to take control of me completely. I want to submit to his every desire right here out in the sunshine on the side of this long, straight forest road.
He forces a knee between mine and my legs open again as if by reflex, so great is my desire to receive him, to feel his sex inside of me. He thrusts his hips against mine powerfully and I can feel how large is his cock inside his gray trousers as it rubs against my small one – a clit, really – in its baby pink lace panties, and all my feminine graces and manners dissolve like mist in the sun and I am at this moment nothing more than his whore, his bitch, panting in my lust to feel his hardness in my mouth, in my ass. He reaches a hand down and grips my knee and pulls my leg up and I curl it around behind him and he keeps thrusting and kissing me, his tongue darting in and out of my mouth and against my own and I want him inside me so badly I could scream.
He feels it too as he pulls away from me and backs himself against the hood of the car, resting on it, removing his hat and sunglasses and placing his hands on the edge, waiting. I push myself off the car and step forward, one foot in front of the other, the partly dry grass cruching beneath my t-straps, the nylon encasing one thigh gliding sensuously against the other, and I want what he wants and nothing else in the world matters unless I can suck him off.
I kneel down before him carefully and all at once I’m a lady again, a lady who doesn’t want to rip or stain her delicate, expensive stockings but still wants nothing more than to pleasure her man. I remember my nervousness at the prospect of a car driving by but somehow I keep going, so much do I crave the taste of his maleness. I place a hand against the front of his trousers, feeling the bulge and he shifts his body in place. Gingerly I begin to unzip the fly but then I pause and press my cheek against him there, feeling his manhood move, only the fabric between him and me. I open my mouth and press my lips to it and his cock moves again and as I pull back I see a little red ring on his gray trousers where my lips had been. Slowly I draw the zipper down, looking up into his eyes, blue as the sky, and then back down again to his fly and suddenly his cock flips out and it is magnificent. Long and smooth and still soft, I grit my teeth and look up into his eyes again and feel my ladylike manners slipping away once more, and the slut, the whore, the bitch emerges again from underneath. I am taken over by instinct and nothing can stop me from sucking, from worshiping the glorious cock that is mere inches from my face.
I take his entire member into my mouth and begin to suck gently, my eyes gazing up into his and then closing. I can feel him beginning to stiffen and my body and my soul are flooded with joy, a feeling of pleasure and rightness. I feel grateful, at peace, happy. I lose myself entirely in the feeling of the cock growing until my mouth is filled entirely, and his hardness presses against the back of my throat. I cough and slide off of him slowly, opening my eyes and looking up into his once more as a tear runs down my cheek. I smile a devilish, hungry smile at him and then once more he plunges into me.
But this time I am ready; my throat is ready. I pull him all the way back and suck, keeping my eyes on him the whole time. He moans and his body tenses and he slaps the hood of the car with one hand and throws his head back and for this moment, at least, he is under my control.
The teasing begins. I pull my head back away from his penis and look up at him. Never breaking eye contact I tickle his balls with my tongue, then slowly, excruciatingly slowly I slide my tongue up his shaft. I lick his cock again, and again, and again, gaining speed as my tongue glides up his length. Then I take the tip into my mouth once more and suck and suck and suck as he moans, his fingers in my hair, pulling.
I bob my head up and down on his cock and it slides in and out and rams me deep in my throat. My own pleasure mounts as I gag and he’s on the verge of exploding when he pulls my hair and pulls me off of him. I clench my teeth and look up at him. I want his cum. I want him to spurt into my mouth and I want to swallow every last drop and then keep sucking. But he wants something else, something more.
He’s still holding onto my hair with one hand when I look into his blue eyes and I know what it is that he wants and I want it too. He wants to fill me up, to place his penis inside of me, inside of my ass, and I want it too. With a suddenness that takes my breath away he jerks me up by the hair and I realize that he has also lost control and given himself over to instinct, to a****l lust, and I have become his bitch, to use as he will, and I like it. I want to be his bitch. I need to be his bitch.
Just as abruptly he pulls me by the hair again and swings me around so that I’m leaning, bent over the hood of the car and he is behind me. He pulls my dress up roughly with one hand and holds me down against the hot paint of the hood, and then he reaches down and pulls my panties over, thrusting them aside.
And before I can do anything, before I can cry out for help or resist or willingly submit he is inside of me. He presses his hardness into my ass deep, deeper still, until he is balls deep and then he just holds it there and it feels electric.The pleasure is almost unbearable as he begins thrusting in and out of my ass. He’s fucking me at last. Fucking me hard. Fucking my ass. And I love it. I cry out “fuck me, fuck me, fuck my ass!”
I feel close to cumming when he pulls out and turns me around. He kisses me again and pushes me back against the car hood and I spread my legs wide open for him and he pushes his hardness deep into my ass again and I moan a long high moan and I wrap my legs around his waist and squeeze. My pleasure builds and builds until I can’t hold back anymore and I explode in pleasure, my orgasm sending wave after wave of electricity through my entire body, emanating from my ass through my nylon-clad legs down to the the tips of my toes, up my spine and out to my head and arms and I cry out “yes, yes, yes!”
And his pleasure is also building but then at the last second he slides out and pulls me back down to my knees in front of him. I don’t care about tearing or dirtying my expensive European stockings anymore as I hungrily devour his dirty dick. I bob my head up and down once more upon it, sucking all the while until he pops, his hot semen squirting again and again until my mouth is full. I pull back when he has finished and look up at him and open my mouth so that he can see that every drop is in there and then without breaking eye contact I swallow three times to get it all down.
"Well miss, I can see now that there has been no misrepresentation here. You're every inch a woman. All you've got down there is a clitoris. That little nub you've got down there doesn't qualify as a penis."
"Oh thank you officer. I'm sorry for any confusion."
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"No apology necessary. I am going to have to write you a citation for the broken tail light. There's a court date on there. If you show up for that, I'll see to it the judge reduces your fine. If... well, I hope to see you there..."
2 years ago