Peach Powell was 26 years old and was just beginning to get over her shyness. At 5'6" and weighing 300 pounds, she was a very big girl. She had been teased a lot about her weight and the size of her enormous breasts as she grew up. She developed early and filled out a 46HH bra by the time she was in high school. She had had the nicknames "Beach Ball" or "Beach Balls" since elementary school. That being said, she was extremely pretty. She had a beautiful face with flashing blue eyes and chubby cheeks, and a teensy little nose that upturned at the tip. Her hair was blond and slightly wavy, and it hung about her shoulders.
Peach had just started working at an important engineering firm as an executive secretary a month ago, a job her father had gotten her. Since she had recently established a "very special" working relationship with her boss, she found herself with all kinds of expensive new clothes, a new apartment, and as of last Friday, two days ago, she found herself the proud owner of a brand new Porsche 911 convertible.
Peach was now speeding down a highway in the Nevada desert, her black Porsche gleaming in the blazing sunshine. With the top down, her blond hair was blowing in the wind, swishing in front of her dark sunglasses and across her ruby red lips. A bead of sweat slid down her neck and soaked into her black tank top which strained to hold back her huge knockers. She adjusted her knee-length white skirt and pressed her black stiletto-heel shoe harder onto the accelerator. The engine growled in a satisfying way and a smile spread on her lips. The vibration of the engine and a light sense of boredom turned her thoughts to sex. A warm feeling in her belly spread down to her pussy, giving her a pleasant tingling sensation.
As she rounded a bend, a valley stretched before her, lined with billboards on either side. She wiped her hand across her forehead and stroked her hair back, savouring the sensation of the cool wind rushing past her. Her smile quickly faded into an expression of anguish as she saw a motorcycle quickly approaching in her rear-view mirror with red lights flashing. She frowned and blew a lock of hair out of her face as she braked and geared down, preparing to pull over.
She pulled her vehicle to the side of the road as the motorcycle closed, pulling up behind her. The trooper dismounted and parked his cycle, unbuckling his chinstrap on his helmet and removing his gloves. The trooper cut a handsome figure, tall and lean, with a sexy swagger which reminded her quickly of how horny she was feeling about 10 minutes before she was pulled over. Brightly polished leather boots shone in the sun and clicked against the pavement as the trooper approached. Almost involuntarily, she slid a hand in between her legs and gently squeezed her pussy as she reached over and grabbed her purse to retrieve her license.
A voice rumbled from behind the mirror-surfaces of state trooper sunglasses, "Hello there. Going a little fast around that corner, weren't you?"
She felt a flush pass through her and her voice said, "Yeah, but I can go way faster," before she had a chance to think.
His eyebrows raised and he fixed her with a stare. Just as she was beginning to think she had made a terrible mistake, a smirk crossed his face. "I'd love to see that some time," he said. "But I'm afraid today, I'm going to have to write you up a rather large ticket."
"Oh, officer," she began in a husky voice, "Isn't there anything I could do to change your mind?"
A chuckle emitted from his throat as his smirk deepened.
"Not trying to bribe an officer of the law, are you?" he enquired. "You'll find a state trooper's integrity isn't for sale."
A grip of near terror seized her as she realized again the seriousness of her situation. She forced a smile and turned to him, trying not to show how scared she was. She was suddenly aware that her pussy was soaking wet and throbbing as she made a decision that terrified her even more. She quickly pulled her tank top underneath her left breast, exposing it fully to his view. The cool breeze chilled the dew of sweat on her naked boob, causing her to shiver and her nipples to harden like steel tips. She felt a dizziness wash over her as she was gripped in near panic, her twat pulsing and throbbing, not sure if she was about to cum or pass out.
It seemed like forever until he spoke. "Integrity can always be bartered for, however." His left hand reached over and bared her right tit. Her nipples seem to harden even more, almost painfully so, as his fingers gently traced the underside of her breasts, sending a deep warm thrill through her. The breath that she now realized she was holding came in a series of deep gasps and her pussy felt aflame, soaked and twitching. Her legs parted and her thighs flexed, her pelvis rocking back and forth gently as he kneaded her soft melons. "These are the best tits I've seen on this stretch of the highway or any other", he mused, then looked straight into her eyes as he removed his sunglasses.
