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Pulled Over

Pulled Over

by Bistories
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When the blue lights flashed behind us, I knew that I shouldn't be driving. Sarah and I had been at a work party all evening. Of the two of us, I was the most fit to drive, but legal...I doubted it.

I pulled over. We were on a quiet country road about ten minutes outside of town. The only lights were our headlights and the flashing blue lights behind us. Sarah was quiet in the car as I reached into the glovebox for our registration. She knew how bad this could be. How it could effect my career. As I pulled my license out, I could hear the officers boots on the gravel besides the car. I rolled down my window.

"License and registration."

I handed him my documents. He looked them over for a moment before asking, "do you know why I pulled you over tonight?"

"No, sir."

"I've been following you for about two miles. You've been going over 60 in a 50 miles per hour zone...and I saw your wheels cross the center line twice. Have you been drinking tonight, sir?"

I hesitated for a moment before responding, "no, sir."

"Really? Not at all. Not at that party going on tonight at The Black Fox?"

I didn't know what to say. Finally I sheepishly admitted, "maybe a glass of wine with dinner."

"Maybe? Seems like you would know." He let his words hang in the air for a long minute while he stared me down, before he asked me, "why don't you step out of the car, sir."

I swallowed hard and looked over at Sarah. When I looked back, he wasn't looking at me anymore. He was looking at her. At Sarah in her tight little black dress. I opened the door.

First he made me follow a light with my eyes. Next, walk a straight line. I was nervous, but I was doing fine. I began to hope he would see how well I was doing snd let it go at that. But I don't think he ever intended to just let us move on with our night.

My stomach drops as he says "I think I'm going to need to take you to the station for a breathalyzer test."

For the first time since he pulled us over Sarah speaks up. "Sir. Is that really necessary, sir." He eyes her coolly from out on the street.

"Maybe. Maybe not..."

He lets it hang there. Never taking his eyes off of her. I'm dreading her next question.

"What do we have to do to..." she trails off. Intimidated by his unblinking stare. By the way he's drinking her in. His eyes flit down for a moment. Then, staring right into her eyes, he says it.

"Why don't you pull that dress down and show me those tits."

"Sarah," I start but he silences me right away. He doesn't even bother looking at me. He just holds his hand up to tell me to be silent while keeping his eyes locked on her. She looks white. I can see her lips trembling. Then my stomach drops as I see her reach up and start to roll her dress down.

It only takes a moment before her small pink nipples are revealed. Her tight black dress allowed no room for a bra. Once out, her nipples immediately harden from the cool night air. She sits there. A blank look on her face. Waiting for what comes next. "Play with them for me."

There is a long hesitation before she brings her hands to her chest. She starts to message her breasts for him.

"The nipples. Play with the nipples."

She slides her hands forward over her now hard nipples, pinching them, kneading them for him.

"That's nice," he growls as he rubs the bulge in his pants. He watches in silence before taking a step towards the car. He grips his hardening cock outside his pants before letting go and quietly demanding, "now take it out for me."

Sarah freezes. She looks down at his growing budge. Then she looks to me, stunned by the side of the road, and then at him. She holds his gaze for a moment before averting her eyes and whispering, "no...I can't. I can't do that."

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The officer smirks at her before stating, "Miss, we are out here in the middle of nowhere. You've got your tits out for me. I'm about to take your boyfriend to jail. I assure you, this dick is getting sucked tonight. One way or another."

Seeing her there...half naked...vulnerable...afraid, I know I have to do something. He's big. Probably 6"2". Muscular. He's armed. I don't see anyway attacking him goes well for us. I struggle with what to do. With how to protect her. Then I feel myself start to speak before I really know what I'm about to say. It comes out as. Whisper.

"No. Don't. I...I'll do it."

I see his eyebrow raise up and a big smirk move across his face. He stares a hole through me as Sarah, wide eyed, keeps shifting her eyes between the two of us.

"What was that, boy?"

I stand lock still. My mouth refusing to say it again.

"I'll...I'll take care of you," I whisper softly.

"Say that again, boy. I can't hear you."

I take a deep breath. "I'll take care of you," I say, looking directly at him.

"You'll take care of me? How are going to do that?" I avert my eyes and say nothing. "I asked you a question, boy. How are you going to take care of me? You going to suck my dick now? So your girl don't have to? You going to suck it like some faggot?"

With my eyes still glued to the ground I respond, "yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, I'll suck your dick."

"Look at me, boy. Look me right in the eyes."

I lock eyes with him. That cruel smirk still plastered across his face.

"Good. Now say it again."

"Staring right at him I say it in a full voice. "I'll suck your dick, sir."

He lets it hang in the air as his eyes bore a hole in me. "Good," he says, "I think I'm going to enjoy this. Now I want you to look at your girlfriend and I want you to say it one more time."

I lock eyes with Sarah. Sarah with tears in her eyes and her beautiful breasts still out on display for this pig. "I'm sorry," she starts, "I just can't..."

I stop her. "Its ok, babe. You don't have to. I..." I hesitate. Then after closing my eyes and

gathering myself I stare right into her eyes and say it.

"I'll suck his dick."

I hear the cop chuckling next to me, then I feel his hand on my shoulder. "Alright boy. Get on down there and show me what you can do." I sink to my knees next to our car. With trembling hands I reach out and start to undo his belt. I undo his zipper and pull his pants open. Just as I reach up to pull down his underwear, he says, "slow down there boy. Why don't you rub it a little before you pull it out."

My hand falls upon his bulge. It's big. Very big. I've always been proud of my cock. I always thought of myself as hung. But not like this. I start to message it through his underwear. I feel how thick it is, even now when it's only half hard. I get my fingers around it, kneading it, feeling it grow. I see a small wet spot appear at the crown of what feels like a very large and blunt head.

The cop sighs then with a thick voice tells me, "that's real nice, boy. Now why don't you get to work." With that he reaches down into his pants and pulls his heavy cock out. It lands like a club in front of my face. Thick as Sarah's forearm, with a dark purple plumb shaped head. A string of precum hangs from the large slit at its center. I reach up and wrap my hand around it, feeling it grow. Within seconds it has reached it's full length as my hand slowly slides up and down it. I think it's easily 9" long. So thick I can barely get my hand all the way around it.

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As I stare at his huge member I become aware of two things. One is that Sarah, who moments ago was audibly sniffing like she was trying desperately not to cry has gone completely silent. The other is that, in the face of this massive cock, my own body is starting to respond. I can feel my mouth watering. Wanting it.

I start to lean forward, but hesitate like I can feel the barrier I'm about to cross. The cop reaches down and grabs it by the base. He pulls it down and smears the rubbery head against my lips. "Go on now. Kiss it." I lean forward and kiss the crown. The taste of his precum is intoxicating. I kiss it again and again. I push it to the side and kiss my way down his length until I'm nestled against his balls. Then I lick my way back up to the head and start to tongue the big slit at the tip as precum oozes out into my mouth. I lean back, and after looking over to see Sarah staring intently, I open my mouth and slowly take the bulbous head in. For a long moment I hold it there. Just the head in my mouth, with my tongue the swirling around it. But then I start to lean in. I hear Sarah let out a quiet gasp as I slowly take more and more into my mouth.

As he enters me, as I feel his cock throbbing on my tongue, as I taste his slightly sweet precum, I expect to be disgusted. I'm not. I feel...a need. I push down until I have about half of him in my mouth, then I pull back letting him fall out of my mouth, a thin line of saliva connecting his deep purple head to my open lips. I look up and see him grinning down at me. Looking over I see Sarah. She's flushed. Breathing heavily. I turn back and wrap both hands around the base and take him back into my mouth as deeply as I can. As I feel his cock swelling in my mouth I know something has changed. Something inside of me. I want more. I want more of his cock. More of the precum leaking out onto my tongue.

I start working my mouth back and forth on him. My saliva is coating my hands, and I'm using them to work the bottom of his cock while my tongue works the top. I feel like I'm loosing control. Like this thing I dreaded...I need.

He grabs onto my hair and starts thrusting into my mouth. At first I'm able to use my hands to keep him from going too deep, but then he pulls them away from his cock.

"Open your pants, boy."

I reach down with shaking hands and undo my belt and zipper. As I do he starts thrusting hard into my mouth. Fucking me. I pull my 7" cock out as he's pushing more and more of himself into me until I feel him hitting the back of my throat. I try not to gag as his huge cock pushes so deep into me that I can feel his pubic hair brushing against my nose. He turns to Sarah.

"Your boy got his cock out?" I hear her move towards the window.

"Yes," she whispers.

"Describe it to me," he orders.

She hesitates before offering up one observation. "It's...it's hard."

"Is it now? And what do you think that means? I think it means your boy likes having my cock down his throat," he groans as he thrusts into me. "Start jerking that cock, boy," he orders. I do. I can only imagine what this looks like to Sarah. Her man on his knees, stroking his rock hard cock, his precum spilling out onto the pavement, while this cop fucks his mouth. I feel so many things. Yes, shame. Embarrassment. But also...arousal. Desire. There's a man using me, taking sexual pleasure from me and...I love it.

The cop starts thrusting faster and faster into my mouth. He's fucking my throat hard. I feel his balls drawing up towards his body. I start stroking, matching his speed. Inside I'm torn. On the one hand, I'm hungry for it. Hungry to feel him pump his load into my mouth. On the other...I'm not ready for it to end. Not ready to stop sucking his cock. Not ready for the conversations I'm going to have to have after.

Suddenly, he grabs my hair and holds me still with his cock buried in my throat. He holds me there for a long time. I can't breathe. But before I feel him orgasm, before he floods my throat, he pushes me hard and I fall onto my back on the pavement. I lie there, dazed for a moment, gasping for air. My rock hard cock is twitching above me.

The cop walks over me reaches down and lifts me up. In a daze I stumble with him as he pulls me to the front of the car. I see Sarah, wide eyed, breathing heavily, through the windshield. The cop pushes me down so I'm face down on the hood of the car. I feel my ass being spread open. He spits on me. Spits on my hole. In some ways I don't know what's happening, but deep down inside...I think I do. Either way, I don't fight it. I don't fight it when he bends me over. I don't fight it when he smears his spit all over my hole. I don't fight it when he worms one finger, then two, into me. I hear him open up a bottle of something. Hear him rubbing something wet on the head of his cock. Then I feel it on me. The blunt, spongy head of his wet cock pressed against me.

It's gentle at first, but then he starts to really push. I let out a frightened moan and gasp, "its too tight. It's too tight!"

He keeps pushing, leaning down to hiss into my ear, "shhhh. Don't you worry, boy. It's going to fit just fine. Don't fight it now. That'll make it worse. You just push back against me and open up your little flower."

I try to pull away from him. From the invader trying to work it's way into my ass. As I do I look forward and see Sarah. Sarah, with her mouth open. Her eyes dull. I see she has one hand pinching her nipple. Kneading it between her fingers. The other hand is too low. I can't see it. But I can tell that her arm is moving rapidly. I think I can hear her moaning softly. She looks beautiful. She looks...so aroused.

Seeing her brings a sort of calm over me. I relax. I start to push out with my ass. And then it happens. I feel his battering ram of a cock break through into me. I let out a long deep moan. Behind me I hear, "yes. That's it, boy." He holds it there for a moment, then starts a long, agonizingly slow push into me. I feel every bump, every vein, as his 9" pole slowly impales me. I feel like I'm going to hyperventilate as he inches into me deeper and deeper until I feel his body settle against my ass. He holds it deep, flexing it inside of me, before pulling halfway out and then thrusting again. And again. And again.

He quickly falls into a rhythm of short hard thrusts into me. It feels...amazing. I can't help it. I start vocalizing. Choking out a "yes! Yes!" with every thrust. My body feels like it's on fire. My cock feels like it's going to explode. I Iift myself up with my elbows now on the car. I find that I can't help but start to thrust my ass back at him. Meeting him as he fucks me. Looking forward I see Sarah, her head lolled back, her skirt bunched in a ring around her waist, her hand working furiously between her legs.

Behind me I feel the cop wrapping his arms around my shoulders like he's putting me in a full nelson. He lifts and I come up off the car. He has me standing, my deep red cock jutting out obscenely in front of me, as he fucks me hard from behind. With each thrust my cock jumps. He fucks me so hard it starts to slap against the car like some obscene metronome.

In the distance I see a light and quickly realize it's headlights. They grow larger and larger. I don't want to be seen like this but I feel powerless to stop him. He's so strong but also, if I'm being honest with myself, I can't imagine asking him to stop. He keeps pumping into me as the car reaches us. As their headlights illuminate the scene by the side of the road, I can see the pointing finger of the passenger as they speed past. The shocked, open mouth. How much did they see? Surely they saw me with my hard cock straining in front of me. Slapping against the hood of the car. Did they see that I was getting fucked? They must have. Did they see how good it felt on my face? Did they see my girl wantonly masturbating in the car?

It's all too much. I start moaning like a bitch as he fucks me. It's so intense that I think I'm crying. I don't know. The feeling of his cock pushing into me again and again...I feel my whole body start to stiffen. I scream out, "oh god! Oh god! Oh god!" As everything inside of me locks up and then...releases. Cum starts pouring out of my cock. The first shot sprays the hood of the car. With the second shot he thrusts into me and it splatters the windshield right in front of Sarah. I see her eyes screw shut and hear a scream. I know she's cumming. She's cumming hard. Cumming while watching her boyfriend get raped against the hood of the car.

My orgasm lasts forever. By the end of it I'm sobbing as my body pulses and shakes. I can feel my asshole contracting around him. Milking him. His breath grows ragged. His thrusts become irregular. And then it happens. He shoves the full length of his cock into me. He holds it. I feel it swell and strain, before it leaps inside of me. With the second leap I can feel the liquid start to pulse into me. Feel it's warmth spreading inside my bowels. He's cumming inside me. He's breeding me. I let out a low moan and whisper, "yes. That's it. That's it." His cock jumps inside me four, five, six times while he keeps it buried to the hilt. Then, while he's still unloading, he draws it back and thrusts into me a few more times. Each thrust s little softer than the one before. When he stops I can feel his cock give its last couple jerks and then fall still. He holds me there for what feels like a long time. I can feel him start to shrink inside me. Then he pushes me forward and pulls himself out. I lie there as I hear him zipping up and walking back towards his cruiser. He doesn't say a word. He just starts the engine and drives away.

Slowly, I get myself to my feet. I walk to the drivers side of the car on unsteady feet. As I bend down to pick up my pants I feel some of his cum dripping from my ass. I get up and open the door. Sarah looks barely conscious. Her fingers are dripping with her juices. There's a puddle on the seat where she came. The car reeks of sex. On wobbly legs I say to her, "you gotta move over, babe. Let's...let's go home." She does so without a word and, while she looks silently out the window, I put the car in gear and begin to drive us home.

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