Getting out of a Speeding Ticket Required Sex with a Stranger

Sex with a stranger

My road trip was supposed to be a short uneventful one. But the flashing lights behind me changed that. I groaned, dropping my head low onto the steering wheel. I wondered if sex with a stranger would get me out of the ticket.

Suddenly there was a rap on my car door. “Morning, Miss.” said the officer at my window. I sighed heavily, my breasts heaving under my tight tank top. Turning on my charm, I looked up, squinting in the light. “Morning’ officer. What can I do you for?” I asked.

The officer’s right brow raised. His sunglasses slid down the bridge of his nose, revealing knowing eyes.

“Ma’am, you know what a speed limit sign stands for, right?” I bit back my sharp reply, remembering that I did not want to go to jail today.

“Yes sir. I must have missed one back there. Sorry for the trouble.” I giggled. The officer smirked. “There doesn’t have to be trouble, miss…?” he trailed off, and so did his gaze. His eyes followed the beads of sweat down to my breasts.

“Sir. I’d do just about anything to avoid any trouble, sir.” I pleaded. My voice was husky.

The officer swallowed hard and then said. “I’ll need you to step out of the vehicle. Hands-on the side of the car, please. I’ll need to check your person for any weapons.” I placed my palms on the roof of my car, my feet farther back than was necessary.

But it was just enough that I could arch my back enticing him to have sex with a stranger.

My jean cut-offs revealed the top of my ass and a pink thong peaking just above the denim. Then my long, tan legs that went on for miles spread wide. My dark hair was down, cradling my shoulders, messy from the wind. The officer swallowed again, shaking hands beginning at my ribs.

“Be gentle officer.” I sighed, “I’ve never had a cavity search before.” I laughed breathily, the officer running his hands down my sides and back up to my breasts.

He reached under my shirt. My breasts are full, filling his hands with no bra to encumber them. A light squeeze to my nipples brought a small squeal from my lips.

I dropped my hips low again, arching my back more. “Nope. Too hot. Do you always wear your gun in the front?” I asked.

The officer grunted, hips thrusting forward of their own accord. He didn’t answer. His hands fell to my hips, cupping them as if they were made just for him and pulling me close. In the same movement, he slipped his fingers past the denim, easily pushing the shorts to the ground. I spun on my heel to face him, bare from the waist down.

“Mister!” I gasped in feigned surprise. He didn’t let me finish, unable to keep up the charade. He slammed his mouth against my plump lips, his tongue searching for mine. With his body, he pushed mine against the car.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, curling my fingers into his hair. He rushed to undo his pants and his member sprang forth, never ceasing their passionate kiss. His hand gripped me behind the knee and lifted my leg, opening my core to him.

Sex with a stranger was easy for him to skewer me on his cock with my legs wrapped around his waist.

One swift thrust was all it took, and the officer was buried inside my pussy. “Oooooh, fuck, lady.” the law officer moaned. He steadied himself for a moment. In a moment, he was ready. With vigor, he slammed his rock-hard cock into me.

I cried out. My heels bit into his back helping hold myself up as he slammed into me over and over. It wasn’t long before our orgasms were crashing in the waves of their shared orgasm.

Slowly, they came to their senses. Without ceremony, they dressed. I looked back at the officer, meeting his eyes, unashamed. “Well, sir. About that ticket?”

“What ticket?” he replied, before turning back to his car and walking away. I smiled my cum slut MILF smile, buttoned my shorts, and congratulated myself on sex with a stranger that made sure that my record was still clean.

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