Speed Trap 5

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.

She let his cock slide back out of her mouth so she could catch her breath. Officer Jackson moaned. Her throat felt so good. Such a pretty face in such makeup-stained disarray, with all that cock in her mouth, made him feel like shooting his load in a hurry, but he knew to hold off and get everything he could out of this arrangement.

She deepthroated him again and again. She slid her panties to the side and felt her pleasurable wetness. He watched as she slid one and then two fingers inside herself. He wanted her pussy. She wanted his cock.

"I'm going to need you to step out of the car ma'am," he instructed.

"Yes, officer," she said, as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

She opened the door and stood. He turned her around, cuffed her wrists, and bent her over. She wasn't expecting cuffs, but they were a nice touch considering the circumstances.

Her sopping wet pussy readily accepted his cock with one long thrust.

"Oh my god, yes! Fuck me hard. Fuck me so hard."

Officer Jackson pounded and pounded as Penelope squealed with pleasure. She loved getting fucked from behind. Soon she felt a tiny orgasm convulsing inside her, then another, and another; each orgasmic round becoming more intense. She felt his balls slap her clit.

"I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" she moaned. "Oh my god yes. I'm cumming."

The sound of her orgasms delighted the officer. When her vocalizations subsided, Officer Jackson reached for his utility belt and retrieved some a bottle of lubricant. He squeezed the bottle, so the liquid dripped onto her asshole.

"What are you doing?" She inquired.

"I don't want to go in dry," he replied.

Her past experiences with anal sex didn't really leaver her liking it all that much, but her past partners neglected lubrication. They were inattentive. Maybe this time, she would enjoy it. If she was going to stay out of trouble with the law and her daddy, she was going to get fucked in the ass.

He slid his middle finger inside her tight little asshole. The officer pulled his cock out of her pussy and slapped it down on her anus. She clenched.

"Relax," he said calmly as he began to insert the tip of his cock into her asshole.

She breathed a big breath in and relaxed on the exhale. Her asshole stretched to accommodate being penetrated.

"Ahh. Be gentle," she begged. She was a little uncomfortable at first and wanted to tighten up and move away.

"Breathe," he told her.

She inhaled and exhaled again which helped her relax so Officer Jackson's cock could slide more deeply inside her ass. He began fucking her with slow measured thrusts until he could tell the initial discomfort was giving way to anal ecstasy.

"Okay. Yeah. Now that feels good," she told him. "Go ahead and fuck my ass!"

He fucked her ass and fucked it some more. She felt as if her ass was going to cum. Her body began to shiver.

"Oh what's happening?" She called out. "Oh! Oh fuck!" She lost the ability to speak as her whole body convulsed with uncontrollable pleasure. All she could do was moan.

"I'm going to fill your ass with my cum," he grunted.

She tried to respond but was momentarily speechless. He grabbed her hips hard and stuffed his entire cock inside her ass.

"Oh yeah," he breathed as he shot gobs of his hot goo way up inside her ass.

He kept fucking her for a little bit longer until she regained composure from her insane anal orgasm.

Eventually he withdrew his softened penis. He cleaned her and himself with wipes from his utility belt. It seemed as if he was prepared for anything.

"Okay," he said as he zipped up his pants. "Don't speed anymore."

He walked back to his motorcycle as Penelope recovered from the fuck of her lifetime. All her holes were properly violated, but in a good way.

Officer Jackson started his motorcycle and said, "But if you do decide to speed, I'll be parked in that spot every Saturday this month."

With his parting words, he nodded and drove off.

The following Saturday, Penelope borrowed her dad's car again and waived as she zoomed by the speed trap. When she saw the blue lights in her mirror, she smiled and felt a tingle of excitement deep inside her.