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The Speeding Ticket by Ann Douglas (mf)
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THE SPEEDING TICKET
By Ann Douglas
(AnnD@Pipeline.Com)
"Shit" Janet cursed as she noticed the flashing red lights
in her corvette's rear view mirror. Eight o'clock on a Sunday
morning, not a car on the road, and some dumb ass highway
patrolman had to clock her doing better than 80.
"I'm fucked!" she thought as she pulled the car over to the
side in response to a quick burst of the police cruiser's
siren. "One more moving violation and there goes my license."
If only she had left school last night when she was supposed
to, then she would've had no problem making it to her parents
house for Sunday Brunch. But no, she had to go to the party
at the Alpha Deta House and get ripped. She had awaked about
6:30 A.M. with both a frat boy laying next to her in bed and a
colossal headache. She'd quickly showered and dressed, hoping
to make up time on the road to avoid another of her father's
lectures. A lecture about family responsibilities would be
nothing now. If she got her license suspended again, he'd
promise to take away the car she'd gotten for High School
Graduation last year.
As she watched the state trooper exit the cruiser, a more
terrifying thought ran through her. What if he ran a breath
test on her, with all she had to drink last night she might
not be able to pass. That would get her license more than
suspended. She had to get out of this ticket.
Janet ignored the Trooper's approach and quickly moved to the
glove compartment for her papers, determined to be the very
model of cooperation and sweetness.
"License please, young lady." said a deep masculine voice.
With a bright smile on her face, Janet turned to face the
Officer, papers in hand. Her mouth dropped open when she got
her first good look at him. Behind the mirrored sunglasses
and tan uniforms was a tall, muscular black man - dark as the
midnight sky.
"Do you know how fast you were going....." He said as he
looked at the license " Miss Rabinowitz" he read off the
license.
"Too fast I guess..." Janet said in her most apologetic
voice. "I guess with no one else on the road it's too easy to
push it a little too hard."
In return all she got was a little grunt as he examined her
papers. She continued to smile pushing her big tits into view
to try and distract him from the possibility that she might've
been drinking.
"Any reason why I shouldn't give you a ticket? the Trooper
asked.
Janet looked up at him and smiled.
"Maybe because you've got a big heart?" She suggested.
"Did you say a big hard?" He grinned, his white teeth
forming a wide smile.
"Maybe," Janet grinned back, encouraged that she might be
able to work her way out of the ticket after all.
"Young lady," The Trooper chuckled. "Are you trying to
corrupt a Police Officer?"
"I'd sure as hell like to give it a try." She purred.
With that she reached out the window and traced the outline
of his cock through his snug uniform trousers. As she did,
she ran her wet tongue across her red lips, giving no doubt as
to her offer. After stroking it a few times, she could feel it
growing harder.
"Well I'd really like to accommodate you," He said as she
cupped his balls. "But I'm going to have to run your license
through the computer first, just to be sure."
"Damn..." Janet screamed in her mind as the Trooper walked
back to the Police Car. "One look at my record and my driving
days are history."
After a few minutes of sitting in the front seat of his
cruiser and working the small computer terminal inside, the
Trooper returned .
"Looks like you have some good luck this morning after all,"
He said with a broad smile. "The computer's down and I
couldn't run your license."
"Oh that's too bad," Janet gushed as she could feel his eyes
fixed on the deep crevice between her breasts.
"So I guess I have to assume that your records clean and
proceed accordingly. In a first time offense like this, its
the Officer's discretion as to whether he issues a ticket or a
warning."
"Oh really...." Janet asked.
"So maybe we should pull off the main road a little and we
can discuss it better." He said, indicating a small side road
about a thousand yards ahead.
"Lead on." Janet replied happily.
Less than a minute later both cars were safety hidden from
the view of the main road by a large clump of trees. Janet
quickly met the Trooper as he exited his cruiser and before he
could say a world, she had pulled down his zipper and pulled
out his large black cock.
"Christ.....its so big!" Janet exclaimed as she pulled it
free. "It must be almost 9 inches."
"More than you can handle little white girl?" He asked
sarcastically.
"The cock I can't handle doesn't exist..." Janet said
confidently as she dropped to her knees and licked the head of
his cock. "By the way, what's your name?"
"Jerry," came the answer.
"Well get a good grip on that car, Jerry, cause I'm going to
blow a lot more than your mind."
Jerry leaned back against the car as the warm wetness of
Janet's mouth engulfed his cock, taking in six of his nine
inches. Her hand reached up beneath the dark shaft and cupped
his balls, each the size of an small plum. With each slurping
thrust, she tried to take a little more of his massive rod
inside her mouth. If was the first black cock she had ever
sucked, but she knew right now it wouldn't be the last.
"You got a hot mouth, girl." The Trooper said as he matched
Janet's rhythm and began to face fuck her.
"Hmmmm" was all the answer she could
manage as he drove his cock into her throat.
He cupped his large dark hands behind her long blonde hair as
he thrusted again and again, until Janet's mouth began to hurt
with the pounding.
"Damn you rich white bitches are fine
cocksuckers."
Jerry said as she pulled his hard tool from her mouth. "Now I
want a piece of that white pussy."
Janet had originally only planned to give the Officer a quick
blowjob to get out of the ticket. A few minutes sucking on
that massive rod quickly changed that. She had to have that
black cock inside her.
"Give it to me," She said as she changed places against the
car. "Fill my hot pussy with that big black cock!"
Without effort, Jerry lifted her onto the hood of the car and
lifted her skirt. He just pushed her panties aside and rammed
his cock inside her. Janet gasped at the sudden entry. As
quick as he had entered her, he withdrew and then repeated his
thrust. He grabbed the cheeks of her ass and began to
frantically pump her.
"Oh God.....oh God....oh God....." Janet panted as again and
again the dark pole filled her white cunt. Jerry was forceful
to the point of being a little brutal, and Janet was loving
it. So different from those wimpy college boys.
Jerry reached up and pulled open her blouse, exposing her
bra-less breasts. His mouth quickly closed on them, biting
hard down on the nipples. And still his thrusts quickened.
The more excited he got the fast he pumped.
Each stroke was now enough to lift her off the hood of the
patrol car.
Janet was in heaven, she had never been fucked so good.
Small shudders pulsed within her, heralding the awesome climax
she knew she would soon reach.
Suddenly, after a few more powerful strokes, Jerry abruptly
withdrew from her. He reached up and pulled her off the hood.
"What the fuck did you stop for...." Janet cried out, "I was
almost ready to cum."
"Not yet bitch," The powerful black man said as she spun her
around and flattened her against the police car door in what
was universally known in police circles as "assuming the
position. "There's still one hole I haven't tried yet."
"Oh no...." Janet snapped. "Nothing goes up my ass, I don't
do that greek shit."
"You'll do it this time, cunt." Jack said as he reached down
and placed the pussy-cum soaked head of his cock against her
tiny asshole. "You see I lied before when I said the computer
was down. I saw your record, one more speeding conviction and
you can kiss that pretty car over there goodbye. Little Miss
Rabinowitz will be taking the bus.
"Shit..." Janet thought, "She was trapped.'
Without warning, Jerry entered her virgin hole. The cum from
her pussy helped as a lubricant but it still hurt like hell.
Fire filled her bottom as he shoved all nine inches inside
her. Then he began to repeat the rhythm of earlier and with
each stroke, her sphincter muscles relaxed a little bit more.
Pressing her hard against the car door he grabbed her tits and
squeezed them hard. His panting increased as did his
gyrations. Then with a painful thrust, he began to send a
steady stream of hot cum into her tight ass.
Now, as his cock emptied of his man-juice, he put as much
force as he could into each pumping action, repeating it as
fast as he could. Stretching her no longer virgin ass to it's
limits. Then as fast as he had entered her, he pulled out,
again spinning her about.
Putting his large arms around her he pulled her close and
kissed her, forcefully, giving her no chance to deny his
tongue entry. Far from denying it, Janet sucked it eagerly,
giving hers in return. She had never felt so satisfied.
They quickly cleaned themselves with water and towels from
the trunk of the police cruiser. Janet made herself as
presentable as she could, she still had to be at her parent's
by 11:00.
"Oh shit, its almost 10:00, I'll never make it now." She
cried out, glancing at her watch.
Jerry just laughed and told her to follow him back to the
main road.
With lights flashing and sirens wailing, Jerry led her on a
80 mph dash to her home. He pulled away about a half mile
before her destination and she pulled into the driveway at
10:55. Her parents were happy to see her of course, but were
a little confused when she said she would rather eat standing
at the patio high table than on one of the hard bottomed
chairs. College certainly gave you peculiar customs, they
thought.
END
Ann Douglas
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