AUTHORS NOTE. This story contains breathplay. If you don't like choking, this story isn't going to make you like it.
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"What do you think about just not giving me a ticket?"
"I'm sorry sir, that's not how this works. You're welcome to show up for your court date and speak with the judge."
In a pleasant tone I added, "Why don't you suck my cock before you write it at least?"
In the Arizona sun I couldn't see through the police woman's mirrored sunglasses, but on the quiet shoulder of Highway 87 I could almost hear her eyelids spasm as she was trying to fight what my request was doing in her brain. Stonefaced and tonelessly she said, "Okay. Unlock your passenger door."
I did just that as she walked around the front. Watching her through the windshield, I was impressed she was a cop. She could have been a pilates instructor. She was tall and lean, in really good shape for clearly being in her early 40s. Her bustline was average, and her hips a little on the broad side. The blue and grey uniform she had on was tight in the ass, but not obscenely so. She had long sun-bleached hair, done up in a ponytail. I kicked a leg over the center console, and she climbed in and got on her knees between my legs, tossing the ticket book on the passenger seat. Her hands went straight for my belt, and then I noticed the wedding band.
I had been playing around with whatever weird power I had developed in the last couple of months. I was having sex with women I knew, women I knew that weren't interested in having sex with me, women I didn't know, hell, even my stepsister, Tammy. That seems to be all it's good for. I ask women if they would like to have sex, and they say, "Okay." I ask if they would like to have filthy degenerate, violent, humiliating sex that they would normally be opposed to, and they say, "Okay." I can ask the same women for money, or food, or in this example to not give me a speeding ticket and they scoff. Even though I've been doing this constantly since I first noticed it, this was the first time I've knowingly used it on a married woman.
I wasn't surprised it was working in her matrimonyous state, but realizing what was happening here gave me an instant erection. She was legally committed to another man, and I was just taking it. Before I was done thinking through the implications of a married woman sucking my dick, she was getting on with it.
I was really glad this woman had pulled me over. In my other experiments with the power, there had always almost seemed to be some hesitation still lurking behind the consent, but with this one, I felt like she really wanted that cock in her mouth and it just took the nudge to get her to do it.
She got it full hard quickly, wrapped a hand tightly around the base, cupping her other hand firmly around my balls. She pulled back and licked the underside of the head, looked up at me over the top of her sunglasses. She stopped licking, pulled back and just watched my wet cock throb in her hand. The look on her face was like she just got everything she wanted for Christmas. And then she attacked it.
She was working it deep and fast, gasping for breath through her nose and the corners of her mouth. Pulling back she worked the full length of my cock with her hand. Thick strings of spit stretched to her mouth as she sat up a little. She looked over the top of her sunglasses again, and said, "You fucking like that don't you? You like me sucking on your big hard cock?" I didn't recall asking her to talk dirty.
"Yeah, you're fucking great at it." She kept slowly pumping with her hand, and I dug into the console looking for my phone. I came up with it and said, "Go back to it, I'm going to take some pictures."
She cocked a smile at me, and said, "Okay, yeah." I snapped one right away, of her looking up at me, both hands on my slobber coated dick, drool coating her face, and grinning a guilty smile like she just admitted she likes pro wrestling and voted for Jerry Springer. Her hand left my balls, and her mouth slowly enveloped the head of my cock again. Her head bobbed slowly up and down, sticking to the tip of my cock. Spit was starting to pool in my seat. I wondered where her hand had gone, and then suddenly she was holding out the belt that held her gun and tazer.
I snapped a picture before they wound up in the floorwell.
She kept a slow, messy, and steady pace. Her knees kicked around on the seat a little, and I realized she had unzipped her pants, and squirmed her hand down the waistband of her panties. It wasn't long before the smell of the desert air was mixing with the scent of her pussy.
I had taken several more pictures, when an idea came to me. "Do you want some pictures of this? Can I take some with your phone?"