When Megan is pulled over by a cop, she never expects him to ask her to strip! Soon her milk-filled breasts are exposed to the gaze of the dirty cop, and soon he's getting what he really wants - her milk!
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Megan sighed as she saw the flashing lights in her rearview mirror. A cop was pulling her over. And she was almost home, too! Almost at home where she could use the breast pump and relieve the build-up of milk that was causing her breasts to swell so large.
She pulled over on a residential street and the cop got out of his car. The houses on the street looked like they'd seen better days. She wondered if anybody even lived there.
“I need to see some ID, ma'am,” he said.
She handed him her ID, a little scared by the appearance of the officer. He was big and strong. She couldn't see his eyes behind his mirrored sunglasses. It was intimidating.
He handed her back her ID. “I need you to step out of the car, ma'am.”
Megan sighed again, but quieter. She didn't want the officer to hear her. She stepped out of the car and he took her arm and led her to the back of her car.
“Your ID says you're 120 pounds, ma'am,” the officer said. “But with those breasts, I'd say you're more like 130. Those aren't natural and they're not implants.” The officer flashed a grin. “Believe me, I'd know. No, it looks like you're concealing drugs in your bra.”
What?! Megan thought. Hasn't he ever heard of a lactating woman before?
The officer watched her closely. “Or,” he said, “I can take you in... maybe you can get searched down at the station. I'm sure the boys in lockup would love to see that.”
Megan swallowed nervously. She didn't want to be part of some strip show for a bunch of criminals. It seemed like she had no choice but to let the officer search her. “Alright, officer. You can search me here. I'm not hiding anything.”
The officer grinned again. “Turn around, then. I'll give you a pat down first.”
Megan stood with her legs spread. She knew to do that much from watching TV. The officer moved his hands along her sides, down her hips. He slid a hand between her legs, rubbing directly on her crotch. Then he ran his hands down her long legs. He didn't find anything, of course.
Then Megan felt his hands on her breasts. He was groping her now, just feeling her up! Megan made a sound of protest, then a sound of dismay. She could feel her breasts leaking. It had been too long since she'd been milked, and now the rough attentions of this cop were making her breasts produce milk!
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Published July 3, 2012
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.