Speeding ticket

[Morgana7]

I live deep in the English countryside, hills and winding roads. The overnight rain had broken into a glorious sunny day and I race along with the car top down, letting the wind tear through my hair. I glance in the mirror and see the flashing lights of a police car rapidly catching me. (Sometimes it’s a police motorcycle, sometimes two). I angrily pull into a layby and skid to a halt, impatiently drumming my fingers against the soft leather of the steering wheel. I’m late for an important meeting and have no time for delays.

Two sets of footsteps, crunch in the gravel. I check my mirror, without turning and see the two uniforms approaching. “Hurry up damn it!” I curse, seeing that they were clearly in no hurry.

“Out of the car miss,” one man orders. The other (who is usually a woman, but sometimes a man) watches impassively, trying to hide the smirk on her face. The heavy rain had left huge puddles in the undulating ground and I grope in the foot well for my shoes that I removed before driving. “Out of the vehicle. Now!” The door springs open and powerful arms yank me from my car. I stumble and slide, the mud squelching between my toes. “Against the car and spread em.” I’m forcibly pushed down against the warm hood of my car and my feet are roughly kicked apart. “Don’t move!” he warns, his hand pressing my cheek against the hot metal. Hands begin to search me, groping and reaching into my clothes.

“Hey . . .” I protest, only to be forced back against the car and he begins his methodical search over again. At last he allows me up and I see the woman casually emptying the contents of my handbag onto the ground. She takes the money from my purse, counts it and slides it into her breast pocket. I stand open mouthed, unable to believe what is happening.

She shakes her head.

“Ok. Hand over your jacket.” The man demands.

After quickly considering my options, I do as I’m told. He throws it to the woman and she searches my pockets before dropping it into the puddle.

Another shake of her head.

“Skirt!”

“What?”

“Take it off. Now!” He pulls out his truncheon as a further threat.

Leaden hands unzip my skirt. I step out of it and hand it to the police woman who throws it to the ground without so much as a cursory search. “And your blouse.” It’s the first time she’s spoken and her voice is deep and rich like thick molasses. When my buttons are unfastened she simply says, “On the ground.” I angrily throw it down and stand in my bra and panties, trying to cover myself as a car cruises by, the driver laughing at my predicament. I can feel my cheeks glowing at my humiliation.

“And the rest!” The man orders.

“You fucking . . .” I swing a hand at him but he catches my wrist and twists it until I drop to my knees squealing in pain. He doesn’t relent, but instead forces me face down into the mud and water. I swallow a mouthful and cough and wretch violently. As I fight for air my underwear are torn away and my handcuffs snapped about my wrists behind my back. Patiently the pair wait for me to recover, like carrion crows watching their next meal.

The man unzips his trousers and without a word grabs a handful of my hair, impaling me onto his weapon. My lips part and in a single thrust he slips into my throat making me gag. Again and again he rams home and with each thrust he grows larger and firmer, fucking my mouth mercilessly. Hader and faster he fucks, his huge hands pulling me onto him. I can taste sweat and urine, my silken skin grinding against his wiry pubic hair and all the while the sound of him laughing resounds in my ears. Tears streak my cheeks, but their appearance only encourages him.

At last I feel him stiffen and tense and thick cum fills my mouth. I cough spraying his trousers, and glutinous soup sticks to my lips and chin. I fall to my hands and knees, retching and trying to be sick, but I’m quickly dragged to my feet and turned towards my car. The police woman has removed her trousers and is sitting on the bonnet, touching herself. She is already soaked and was clearly aroused by my degradation at the hands of her partner. I’m thrust forward and her thighs wrap around my head drawing me to her.

‘Lick me you worthless cunt!” To illustrate her point, her hands reach down and rub my face against her pussy. “Lick me, I said!” She smelt of roses, sweet and perfumed, as though expecting that someone would be tasting her fragrant juices today. “Jack, if she doesn’t start licking by the time I count to three, ram your truncheon up her arse. One, two, ahhh.”

My tongue slips between her lips, gently lapping at her already flowing water.

“Harder.” She demands, spreading her legs wide, opening herself to me. “Fuck me whore!”

And I fuck her for all I am worth, while she writhes and moans on the bonnet of my car. Another car passes at speed, swerving and almost losing control at the sight.

I lie in the mud, by wrists still pinned behind me, while my assailants adjust their clothing. Roughly I’m pulled to my feet and my hands freed. I’m thrown onto my car, arms spread and I'm handcuffed to my wing mirrors. I toss and fight with the little strength that remains, but I’m held fast, splayed across the bonnet. The woman gropes and fondles me for a moment before spitting in my face, prompting the man to jump up and stand astride me to piss in my mouth and over my breasts.

As I lay in abject shame and humiliation, the police woman stoops to retrieve my fallen lipstick and writes across my belly

Free
Fuck

My blouse is torn into strips and bound around my eyes and through my weeping I hear them drive away. I lie sobbing with the baking sun drying my piss soaked skin.

Through the silence I hear the sound of a distant engine, an approaching Car. I fight and rip at my restraints, but to no avail. Screeching tyres. They’ve seen me, surely they must help.

In the darkness I hear men and women approaching, 4 ot 5 teenagers laughing and giggling excitedly at the gift they've found at the side of the road.

[belizelarry]

Give me their badge numbers and I will take care of them for you. I have some good ideas to get even.

[mo.bil]

how helpless she is

[deadmillia]

Is this true omg...I'm so sorry

[VitaAmoris]

I love your writing.
The exemplification of the female cops' voice sent chills down my spine and made my dick throb.
I also liked how she smelled sweet like roses, I felt is was nice contradiction.
I just wished I could have found this "Free Fuck" on the side of the road...I guess its only in that instance when I would decide whether to free you or...the other possible resolution.

Im sorry if it is real. However, seems to me you enjoyed it.

[SW1]

Your story, for that is what I trust that it is, I found quite well composed for a short account of sexual degradation. Your description had me excited: "with each thrust he grows larger and firmer, fucking my mouth mercilessly."

SW

[il-pam]

if donr b/j to get out of parking ticket down town in a parking garage

[crazyassjuggalo]

Thats the type of shit the cops out here do

[ringa185]

sexyyyyy hott