Kinky Dirty Cop Encounter: My After-Hours Run-in with the Law ♕

My After-Hours Run-in with the Law Turned into A Kinky Dirty Cop Encounter

I always thought that those XXX sex stories that are in those forum magazines were just a bunch of hogwash coupled with pure fantasy. The fabrication of an overactive sex-driven mind that had nothing to do with reality. Little did I know that my little run-in with the law was going to turn into a real live kinky dirty cop encounter. Have I piqued your interest? Yeah, I thought I might have. Then let me explain.

You see, the other night I was driving home from a night out with the girls. I had a really great time, partying and dancing and feeling on top of the world. And that feeling continued as I drove home. I was singing along with the music playing on the radio, doing a little dance in my seat. It’s no wonder that I didn’t notice the sirens at first. But as I glanced in the rear-view mirror, I saw the undeniable flashing lights of a cop car.  I couldn’t’ believe it! It was 3 o’clock in the morning, and though I wasn’t drunk, I really wasn’t feeling any pain, if you know what I mean.  Next thing I know the officer is shining his flashlight in my face asking for my license and insurance card.

Never did it enter my mind that I was about to have my very first kinky dirty cop encounter… at least not yet

As I reached into the glove compartment, I couldn’t help but notice that he was shining the light at my legs where my black dress had hiked up to my crotch.  After handing my I.D. and insurance card to him, he started with the questions.  You know the ones – where are you going so late at night? Have you been drinking at all tonight? Do you know why I stopped you this evening? And of course, the one we all dread – will you please step out of the car Ma’am?

I couldn’t help but be a bit more than just a little nervous. After all, I was alone on a secluded road, with not a soul in sight. So naturally, my mind went to all those slasher movies where the heroine is faced with a not-so-safe person (or in my case, an unknown police officer). Which, in turn, sent my mind into a spiral of different scenarios at light speed. From a purely vanilla, safe encounter, to where I meet a more sinister end where my picture is seen on the evening news the next evening. But, somewhere in between those two? There was one that made my breath hitch, my nipples go diamond-hard, and undeniable wetness nestled between my legs.

Was I really hoping for a kinky dirty cop encounter? I refused to answer that question.

Shaking those wayward thoughts away, I step out of the car. That’s when the officer asks me to step to the back of the car. Trying to convey that I was a law-abiding citizen, I follow his instruction without question. There he informs me that he is going to have to pat me down for weapons and contraband, turns me around, and pushes me forward so my hands are on the trunk.

He then proceeded to run his hands over my legs, starting at my ankles, working his way up to my hips, then sliding them over my inner thighs. Oh yeah… this was DEFINITELY how one of those kinky forum stories goes.

I wasn’t sure what I should do, but my body had already decided what its reaction was. I was already dripping wet, and it didn’t go unnoticed by the officer.  He pressed up against my ass, letting me feel his rock-hard cock. I felt him bring his hand around the front of me, finding its way into my sopping panties.

As I felt his breath against my ear, he whispered that he was going to have to do a more thorough search.

That’s when I felt his hand pressed against the small of my back. With a forceful shove, I found myself pinned to the top of the trunk, my dress being yanked up at the same time…

Want to know all the juicy details of what happened next?  Give my phone sex number a call and I’ll tell you AALLLLLL about my little run-in with the law, hehehe!!