Kara is a rich girl who's used to getting what she wants but when she's pulled over on a lonely stretch of highway after a fight with her boyfriend at the club, she discovers this cop isn't going to let her flirt her way out of a ticket but he will take something else -- her sweet pussy!
This 3,500 word short story depicts sexual acts between consulting adults that some readers may find offensive. If you're not at least 18 years or older, please find something else to read!
***Enjoy an excerpt!"I'm going to need you to step outside of the vehicle, please," he ordered.
Stunned, I looked at him sharply. "Why? What did I do? Just write me the damn ticket all ready. I just want this night to end."
"Out of the vehicle," he repeated firmly, stepping back to allow room for me to exit. I huffed a short breath and climbed from the bucket seat, glaring at Officer Monroe as I went. "I told you I wasn't drinking. You think I'd risk wrapping my car around a tree?"
His stare roved my body in a slow, assessing track from the top of my head to the
tip of my stilettos and I shivered at the dark look in his eyes. There was something dangerous -- and hot -- about Officer Monroe that was seriously doing a number on my nerves. "Hands behind your head," he instructed, his tone brooking no argument. I started to tremble as I did as he requested. "Now turn around slowly."
"What are you doing?" I asked, a bit breathlessly. The dark thrill of the unknown had taken control and I was suddenly wet with desire.
"I'm checking you for weapons," he answered, his hands sliding up my body, lingering on the full swells of my tits as he squeezed. "Nothing there, but what about down here?"
I shuddered as his gloved hands traveled to my ass, feeling between my cheeks as
the thin silky fabric slid easily between his fingertips. "You seem like a dangerous woman," he said, lifting the hem of my dress, exposing my ass to the warm night air. I wore a tiny white g-string that barely qualified as underwear as it hardly covered anything at all. He plucked at the string dipping between my twin halves as if it were the strings of a guitar and snapped it against my lower back. I flinched at the tiny sting from the tight elastic. "I'm going to have to do a more thorough search of your person."
Before I could offer a response, I heard the sound of leather slithering from behind
me as he pulled his gloves free from his hands. I drew a sharp breath as his finger delved into my crack, rubbing the soft skin with slow, sensual movements that made me squirm. "Put your hands on the car where I can see them," he ordered in a silky voice as he flipped my dress up over my ass so he could get a better view. "Arch your back," he said. "I want to make sure you're not hiding anything illicit."
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Published January 4, 2012
by Alexx Andria.
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.