Young Harriet Humper gunned the engine of her 2000 Camaro and pushed the accelerator to the floor as the engine roared with all the horsepower lying beneath the hood. The steering wheel vibrated slightly and Harriet's gargantuan breasts jiggled and bounced as she took the speed of the vehicle past 90 MPH. It was with horror that she suddenly heard the sound of a siren resounding in her ears. In no time, her car was pulled to the side of the road and a police officer was asking for her license and registration.
"Do you know how fast you were going?" the officer asked in an irritated voice that conveyed his aggravation at her excessive exceeding of the speed limit.
"No, sir," Harriet breathed in a childish, but husky Marilyn Monroe voice that oozed with sensuality as she undid one of the buttons of her blouse to allow the cop to check out her substantial cleavage. "I think I may have been speeding. I'm sorry to trouble you this way."
"Speeding is an understatement," the officer replied, his eyes dropping to survey the swells of her tits that squeezed from the top of her yellow blouse. "I clocked you at 90 miles an hour. That's reckless driving."
"Oh, gee!" Harriet groaned in a parody of a 1950s teeny bopper as her hands softly pressed her twin titans together. "Was it that fast? Gosh, I'm sorry, officer. Isn't there some way to make this up?"
"A ticket is the way you are making this up, young lady," the officer retorted with widening eyes as he watched the teenager play with her big fucking boobies that were threatening to burst out of the tight top. "People going this fast sometimes end up spending a couple days in jail."
"No!" Harriet shrieked with phony horror plastered on her face as she took a look at the officer's groin with hunger and longing, wanting to jerk down this fucker's zipper. "Let me make it up to you."
The officer adjusted his collar and looked into her beautiful, sparkling eyes. Then he returned the smile that she gave him and Harriet knew that she was starting to break down this official's defenses. Her charms were myriad and always efficacious and were guaranteed to assuage any man's hardness, that is except for the hardness in his pants. Harriet was about to make her move on this cop in a jiffy.
"Are you trying to bribe me?" the officer asked with surprise tinging his voice.
"Maybe," Harriet cooed with a naughty grin on her face as her right hand reached out in a flash and grabbed his crotch and squeezed it. "How do you like that, Mr. Law And Order?"
"Mmmmmmmmmm! Not bad!" he moaned loudly as the traffic whizzed past them so fast that it was barely able to be seen with any detail. "I do believe that you are trying to get out of this ticket."
"Am I succeeding?" Harriet asked him as she slowly slid down the fly of his uniform slacks and reached inside the opening. "By the way, what's your name?"
"You're succeeding admirably," he replied as Harriet's greedy and childish looking hands found the trunk of his penis and slid it toward his open fly. "My name is Dick. I'm officer Dick Cummings."
"And your name fits you to a tee!" Harriet exclaimed as she pulled his dick out of his fly, his dick that was already full of blood and in her estimate, about eight and a half inches long. "What a big fucking wee wee!"
"Well, you've got some big things there that I would like to check out too," Dick replied as his hand reached through the window of the vehicle and grabbed her left tittie while his other hand undid the buttons of her blouse. "I just thought of something. Are you Hilda Humper's daughter?"