SPEED TRAP
The hot summer sun shined down on Penelope as sang along to her favorite playlist while she sped down the smooth asphalt of Highway 609 in her daddy's new L7 Convertible. Her long dark hair flung about wildly. The stiff wind tugged at her short, little, spaghetti-strap sundress as if it were consciously trying to disrobe her. She briefly glanced down through her sunglasses to notice flashes of her white lace thong as her dress flapped about. She grinned. Her thighs were pretty toned for someone her age, she thought. She felt naughty and sexy speeding along, scantily dressed, not a care in the world.
She felt the straps of her dress slide down her shoulders. She glanced down again and saw her slightly exposed breasts and glimpses of her dark, ripe nipples.
"You tart!" She laughed to herself. She gave half an effort to adjust the straps and cover up.
"Ah fuck it," she muttered as she let the wind have its way with her clothes. Quite some time had passed since she had been with a man. The perverted wind was all she had.
Lost in her thoughts about having a man undress her, she zoomed right past a state motorcycle speed trap. Officer Jackson's laser lit up blinking 69 miles per hour in a 55 zone. Within seconds the officer gave chase, blue lights flashing. Oblivious to the cop on her tail, Penelope continued driving. She rounded a few corners and eventually caught sight of the highway patrol in her rearview mirror. Warm cascades of panic shocked her into letting her foot of the gas.
"Shit! Dad's gonna be so mad. Shit. Shit!"
Even though she was a full-grown woman, she worried about what her dad was going to say. He would never let her drive his car again if he didn't think she could handle it. Her world swirled around as she tried not to cry.
Then she had an idea. She would cry on purpose. Maybe tears would help her situation. She pulled into an empty parking lot of a county park. Officer Jackson followed. He looked all business.
When Officer Jackson approached the vehicle, Penelope's crocodile tears were streaming down her face. Her mascara and eyeliner strategically smudged. Her dress, purposely, was a little more disheveled and revealing than it had been before. She pretended to be attempting to right herself when the Officer arrived at her window.
"I need to see your license and registration," the officer commanded.
Penelope fumbled around, letting her breasts heave and bounce as she moved.
"Oh this is my daddy's car and... oh where is my purse?" She recalled leaving her purse on the kitchen counter next to her headscarf. Now she was really in trouble. She continued to search, knowing full well she would not find her license.
"You're not going to believe this," she sighed. "But I..."
"Let me guess. You left it on the kitchen counter along with your headscarf."
"Why yes. How did you know?"
"Just a guess," he smirked.
Penelope removed her sunglasses and looked up at the officer asking,
"Is there anything I can do to um..."
She pushed her chest out and let her gaze lead down to his pants.
"Oh my," she giggled. "That's quite a utility belt you have. I haven't seen one up close before."
Officer Jackson broke his stare for a second to check out Penelope's breasts. Her flesh looked creamy soft, and the edge of her areolas were visible. He felt a momentary stirring in his loins. He swallowed hard. He wanted to see her nipples, but he maintained professionalism.
"Your license and registration, ma'am," he stated. It was too late. Penelope's beautiful breasts and smudged makeup was making his cock hard. If he had a type, it was crying single moms of a certain age who were trying to get out of a ticket.
Penelope reached for the glovebox to look for the registration, and, in doing so, revealed even more of her thighs. She coyly looked back to see Officer Jackson sneaking a peak at her legs. She halfheartedly scanned the glove box and hiked up her dress just a little more and whined,
"Oh, I don't know where anything is in here. Am I gonna get arrested?"
Just then, she heard the telltale sound of a zipper. When she turned back around to face Officer Jackson, she at once saw something thick and meaty below his utility belt. It was his raging, hard, massive cock.
"Perhaps I can get you off with a warning," he said as he flexed his erection to make it stand at full attention.
"Don't you mean 'let' me off?" She asked in the most cock hungry voice she could muster.
"I know what I said," he growled, taking a step closer to the car. "We're both going to 'get' off."
He leaned his thighs against the car door and presented Penelope her chance at staying out of trouble. Little did she know, the price for freedom was so steep. She thought maybe if she showed a little tits and ass, she would be good to go. But what the Hell? She was single and wanted sex anyway, but this was not exactly what she had in mind. Maybe a little romance would have been nice, but oh well.
After a few seconds of hesitation she grabbed the base of that cock, parted her lips, and took the tip into her mouth. She instantly felt her pussy get wet, so she instinctively began touching her aching vulva.
Her head bobbed up and down on his cock while she fondled herself until she was dripping wet. She looked up at him and stuffed all the dick she could into her mouth, slightly gagging as the beefy tip slid down her throat until she had taken it all in.
