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“Just turned sixteen?” he asks.
“Yes, Sir,” I mutter. My heart feels like it’s in my belly.
“Looks like you’ve only been driving about two weeks,” the cop says, aiming his flashlight at my license. It’s still the paper one. My real one hasn’t even showed up in the mail yet.
“I know,” I say, “I’m sorry. ”
“You know you’re not supposed to be driving after ten, right?” he says, shining his light in my face and then up and down my body.
“I know,” I say, “That’s why I was speeding, because I’m late getting home. ”
“Where you coming from?” he asks, his light lingering on my tits. I’m wearing a tank top with out a bra. I left the bra at my boyfriend’s place. I can still feel his warm cum inside my pussy as the cop questions me.
“At a friend’s,” I tell him.
“A boyfriend’s?” he asks, the light dipping into my lap.
“I don’t have a boyfriend,” I lie, though I’m not entirely sure why.
“Well, I’m going to have to write you a ticket,” he says, and I can see my driving privileges vanishing before my eyes.
“Isn’t there any way you could just let me off with a warning?” I plead, batting my eyes and twisting my dark hair around my finger. I’ve flirted my way out of trouble in school with male teachers who are suckers for pretty eyes and big tits, and I’ve heard lots of stories about cops who let pretty girls off when they start to cry. The problem is I’ve never been much of a crier and the tears aren’t coming now.
“What did you have in mind?” he asks, his light back on my tits. It’s not the reply I expected and for a moment I feel off balance.
“I don’t know,” I say, “I can’t get a ticket though. ”
He doesn’t reply right away. He looks up and down the street. I’m just a few blocks from home and it’s not a busy street. He turns off his flashlight and hooks it on his belt.
“Why don’t you show me your tits?” he finally says.
“What?” I gasp, completely shocked.
“You’ve got nice tits,” he says, “I’d love to see them. ”
“Are you serious?” I say, feeling my heart rate suddenly jump.
“It’s cheaper than a ticket,” he says, “And you won’t lose your license. ” For a long moment I just stare at him. He’s tall and well built with big muscled arms sticking out of his short-sleeved shirt. He’s not bad looking but he’s old, older than my Dad anyway, which is the standard I use for guys being old. He’s at least in his forties, maybe late forties.
All this goes through my mind in a second before I do the balancing act. Which is worse, getting a ticket and possibly losing the license I’ve only just earned, or showing my tits to some pervy old cop? I’m embarrassed and actually blush when I realize that last thought sent a little chill down my spine and tickled the nerves that make my pussy wet. I blame it on the fact that I just had sex with my boyfriend, and as usual, I have to wait until I’m home and alone in bed before I can finish what he started.
“Alright,” I say, deciding that flashing my tits is a lot less hassle than a ticket. I unhook my seatbelt and then simply slip the straps from my tank top off my shoulders. The top is tight and I have big tits so I have to roll it down around my belly. I feel the cool night air on my nipples and I’m surprised at the thrill I feel exposing myself to him.
“Nice,” he says, and he doesn’t ask but simply reaches through the window and cups my breast in his large hand. I don’t say anything and he fondles my tits and lightly pinches my nipples.
“Ung,” I sigh, biting down on my lower lip when I feel his hand between my thighs. I spread them for him, almost instinctively and without thought. My shorts are very short shorts and it’s easy for him to find my pussy through the leg opening. “Ung,” I sigh again, and I can’t help but be impressed by his skilled fingers slipping so easily under my panties and finding my wet gash.
“Not bad,” he says, finally standing and pulling his head from the window. He takes the finger that was in my pussy and puts it in his mouth, and I am tempted to ask him how my boyfriend tastes. I show some restraint though, more than I did letting him suck my tits and finger my pussy. I am flushed red and my pulse is thumping in my ears.
“Can I go?” I ask, my voice a little too breathy. My top is still around my waist and he’s fondling my tit again.
“That was just for driving after ten,” he grins, “We still have the speeding ticket to deal with.
“What?” I gasp, “You said…”
“I said to show me your tits,” he says, cutting me off, “And you did that. Now I’m saying, lets deal with the speeding ticket. ” As he talks he takes his hand from my tit and unzips his trooper pants. “You’ve got a beautiful mouth,” he adds, and he reaches inside his fly and pulls out the biggest dick I’ve ever seen in my life. I’m angry but I’m also speechless and he knows why.
“Never seen one that big, have you?” he says, letting his thick slab of meat rest on my open window. I don’t answer but I can’t tear my eyes away. It’s almost scary how big it is, but fear isn’t what I’m feeling as I stare at it.
“If I do this, you’ll let me go?” I finally ask.
“It’ll be like this whole thing never happened,” he says, and he gives one last look around the empty street before I take him in my hand.
“Oh my God,” I think to myself. It’s bigger than any dick I’ve ever touched and it’s not even hard yet. Its heavy and powerful in my fist and I can feel it throb as I pump it and it starts to grow.
“How big is it?” I say, and I hate myself for asking but I have to know.
“Ten-and-a-half inches,” he answers proudly, and my eyes grow wide.
“Oh ya, Baby,” he moans, reaching through the window to caress my cheek while I swallow his huge dick. I twist in my seat to get a better angle. It’s so fucking huge it takes my breath away and I know I’m getting too excited when I get upset that his balls are still tucked inside his tight trooper pants. I fight the urge to ask him to take them out and instead I lift the tip, press it to his stomach, and lick my way up and down the thick vein on the underside of his cock.
It could have been… no, it should have been a quick, fast blowjob, suck and pump until he comes so I get this creep out of my life, but instead I’m giving him the porn star blowjob, using all my tricks and skills. Even worse than that, I’m not just sucking him, I’m making love to his cock with my mouth, worshipping his dick. This isn’t something he’s forcing me to do, it’s something I want, and he knows it.
“Ah, fucken-A,” he laughs when I suck the cum from his cock and swallow it hungrily. He pulls back and I’m panting. I have to wipe a dribble of cum from my chin.
“Can I go now?” I mutter, embarrassed by my own enthusiasm.
“Do you want to go now?” he asks. I don’t answer.
There’s an auto shop across the street from where I’m pulled over and he drives his patrol car around back and kills the lights. His cock is still out and my tits are still exposed. “It’s a nice night out,” he says, and he climbs out of the car. I get out on my side and meet him at the back of the car.
He bends me over the trunk and pulls my shorts and panties down my legs. I hug the car liking the cool metal against my bare tits on a warm summer night. He takes his time licking and kissing my ass and pussy from behind, and then he gives me what I want.
“Oh my God,” I cry as he pushes ten-and-a-half inches of fat cock inside my body. I’ve only fucked two boys up to this point, my seventeen-year-old boyfriend and his twenty-three-year-old brother, which my boyfriend knows nothing about. Neither of them had small dicks, but taking the cop’s monster feels like losing my virginity again. I squirm and wiggle under him, and he grips my ass and slowly fills me up.
“Sixteen,” I hear him grunt, and he draws his cock back and pushes it in again.
This isn’t like fucking my boyfriend in the bathroom with the door locked, trying to keep quiet so his mom doesn’t hear us while she’s upstairs watching Idol. This is hot, fast, and intense fucking that has every nerve in my body screaming for more. I can already feel my cum running down my legs and my wetness only encourages him.
“Oh, you love that, don’t you, you little slut?” he growls, and I say, “Yes! Yes!” and he fucks me harder and faster until my knees are like rubber and I’m simply dangling like a rag doll from the end of his cock.
“Aaaaaaaaagh!” he finally cries, and a cat howls somewhere as his cock swells and bursts inside my pussy. He rams his hips hard into my ass and I can’t take another inch of his cock. I lay there on the trunk of his car while he mauls my tits and humps my ass with slow, short thrusts until his balls are empty.
I use my shorts to kneel on in the parking lot behind the auto shop while I clean his cock with my mouth. I finally get my chance at his heavy balls, rolling them around on my tongue and nuzzling them with my lips until he’s hard again. He sits me on the trunk this time and fucks me slowly while we kiss. I don’t even know what this man’s name is but I take his cock in my pussy and his tongue in my mouth and I cling to him tightly.
“I want to cum on your tits,” he whispers in my ear, and I’m under his control. I slip back down to my knees and cup my tits while his huge prick spits pearls across my chest.
I can still smell the cops cum on my tits when I get home. I try to keep my distance from my Dad in case he smells it too, but it’s way past my curfew and I’m in trouble. He says I’m grounded for two weeks and he’s taking my license away for a month.
“Daddy,” I whine, but he’s def to my pleas.
“If you want it back, you’ll have to earn it back,” he says, and even though I’ve just been fucked harder and longer than any time in my life and cum so many times I lost count, I feel a chill run down my spine and tickle the nerves that make my pussy wet.
“How can I earn it back, Daddy?” I ask.
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