fingers from her crotch and placed both hands on the steering wheel. It was her prerogative to stop the game whenever she wanted, and she was sorely tempted to simply get out of her car, bend over the hood and have him fuck her. But the agency was not cheap, and Susan was determined to make this guy earn every damned penny.
He approached her side of the car, asking to see Susan's license and registration. She leant over to the glove compartment, giving him ample view of her long, tanned legs and made a show of rummaging around for the documents. Her movements caused the hem of her skirt to hike itself even higher and Susan wondered if her sticky, wet thighs would glisten in the moonlight. After a moment she gave up the pretence and turned back to the traffic cop to find him staring down at her legs.
''I'm sorry, Officer, I think I left all my stuff at home.'' Susan said with her best, wicked-little-girl smile.
''Then I need you to get out of the car, Ma'am.'' He said, opening the driver door and stepping back, his hand resting lightly on the butt of the gun holstered at his hip. Susan obeyed, twisting in the seat and unfurling her legs from the cramped cockpit of the Camaro. She took her time, making sure she parted her thighs at just the right moment, exposing the tiny triangle of panty-crotch to the cop who by now, was watching her intensely.
For a moment the two stood facing each other, his eyes roamed, scrutinising every inch of Susan's slim physique. She in turn eyed him up and down, marvelling at the detail of his uniform and, she had to admit to herself, he was damned good looking. She saw he had short, brown hair and Susan was sure she had specifically ordered a blonde, but then she felt another pang of lust rush through her, and quickly decided to overlook the faux pas. He led her around to the front of the Camaro and ordered her to 'assume the position' bent forwards over the hood, legs spread and palms on the car.
''Do not move,'' he said, ''this won't hurt a bit.''
His hands were quick and strong and they flew and fluttered through her hair and over her body. Susan felt her skin tingle when he touched her, his firm, capable hands expertly searching every inch of her and when he rubbed up the inside of her sticky thighs and made contact with her crotch she gasped, a deep, hungry moan escaping from her mouth.
''Turn around.'' He said and Susan complied. This was exactly how she had ordered the game to be played and her breath became shallow, a rush of anticipation built to exploding point inside her. She turned and saw he had taken his cock out of his pants, it jutted towards her, throbbing and twitching in the night air and he was huge.
''Oh my god!'' Susan exclaimed but then he was pushing her back onto the hood of the car, pressing his body between her legs and kissing her, his tongue invading her mouth, his hands firm on her taught breasts. Susan felt the tip of his cock pressing urgently against her crotch and she was powerless to refuse him. She had become a wild animal of wanton lust, her body whipped into a frenzy of passionate, physical greed. She reached down and grasped his hard, eager shaft, pulling her flimsy panties to one side and guiding him inside her. Her well lubricated lips parted easily, and her gluttonous cunt clasped each and every inch of his hot, thrusting cock.
His hands slipped under her blouse, forcing the thin silk up and over her heaving breasts. Buttons popped wildly and flew off into the desert. His fingers tore at her bra, freeing her nipples to his licking, sucking mouth and Susan groaned, arching her back to meet his lips and tongue. He pumped at her, long deliberate thrusts filling her, stretching her, his hips picking up the rhythm until she could fight her oncoming orgasm no longer. She felt his semen explode inside her and a climax struck Susan in waves of pure, drowning pleasure.
Susan was not in a hurry to get home and she drove at a speed that was languid and almost
He approached her side of the car, asking to see Susan's license and registration. She leant over to the glove compartment, giving him ample view of her long, tanned legs and made a show of rummaging around for the documents. Her movements caused the hem of her skirt to hike itself even higher and Susan wondered if her sticky, wet thighs would glisten in the moonlight. After a moment she gave up the pretence and turned back to the traffic cop to find him staring down at her legs.
''I'm sorry, Officer, I think I left all my stuff at home.'' Susan said with her best, wicked-little-girl smile.
''Then I need you to get out of the car, Ma'am.'' He said, opening the driver door and stepping back, his hand resting lightly on the butt of the gun holstered at his hip. Susan obeyed, twisting in the seat and unfurling her legs from the cramped cockpit of the Camaro. She took her time, making sure she parted her thighs at just the right moment, exposing the tiny triangle of panty-crotch to the cop who by now, was watching her intensely.
For a moment the two stood facing each other, his eyes roamed, scrutinising every inch of Susan's slim physique. She in turn eyed him up and down, marvelling at the detail of his uniform and, she had to admit to herself, he was damned good looking. She saw he had short, brown hair and Susan was sure she had specifically ordered a blonde, but then she felt another pang of lust rush through her, and quickly decided to overlook the faux pas. He led her around to the front of the Camaro and ordered her to 'assume the position' bent forwards over the hood, legs spread and palms on the car.
''Do not move,'' he said, ''this won't hurt a bit.''
His hands were quick and strong and they flew and fluttered through her hair and over her body. Susan felt her skin tingle when he touched her, his firm, capable hands expertly searching every inch of her and when he rubbed up the inside of her sticky thighs and made contact with her crotch she gasped, a deep, hungry moan escaping from her mouth.
''Turn around.'' He said and Susan complied. This was exactly how she had ordered the game to be played and her breath became shallow, a rush of anticipation built to exploding point inside her. She turned and saw he had taken his cock out of his pants, it jutted towards her, throbbing and twitching in the night air and he was huge.
''Oh my god!'' Susan exclaimed but then he was pushing her back onto the hood of the car, pressing his body between her legs and kissing her, his tongue invading her mouth, his hands firm on her taught breasts. Susan felt the tip of his cock pressing urgently against her crotch and she was powerless to refuse him. She had become a wild animal of wanton lust, her body whipped into a frenzy of passionate, physical greed. She reached down and grasped his hard, eager shaft, pulling her flimsy panties to one side and guiding him inside her. Her well lubricated lips parted easily, and her gluttonous cunt clasped each and every inch of his hot, thrusting cock.
His hands slipped under her blouse, forcing the thin silk up and over her heaving breasts. Buttons popped wildly and flew off into the desert. His fingers tore at her bra, freeing her nipples to his licking, sucking mouth and Susan groaned, arching her back to meet his lips and tongue. He pumped at her, long deliberate thrusts filling her, stretching her, his hips picking up the rhythm until she could fight her oncoming orgasm no longer. She felt his semen explode inside her and a climax struck Susan in waves of pure, drowning pleasure.
Susan was not in a hurry to get home and she drove at a speed that was languid and almost
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