One Way To Get Out Of A Ticket

Drove down the winding country Road barely paying attention to her surroundings. She was more than 45 minutes late to your sisters wedding rehearsal dinner and knew she would never hear the end of it. She thought about her male pig of a boss hold of her later one day she asked off early. She walked into his office to say she was leaving and he had to dictate a memo before he left. She felt him shifting his gaze between her legs and her short skirt to wear a low-cut top. Normally she like the attention, almost enjoyed it but not when her creepy boss thinks it’s OK to shut the door to his office and stand next to her, all that shoving his cock in her face by standing so close.

She saw her all but felt his cock get hard as he stare down her shirt about her. The damn thing was on this on her shoulders you lean forward. “I like what I see,” he said pertaining to just re-over her shoulder but clearly staring down her shirt.

She tapped her foot annoyingly, the soul of her for until clicking on the tile floor of her bosses office. "Mr. Peterson, is there anyway we can finish this on Monday? I'm already going to be late for my sisters rehearsal dinner. I told you about a week ago.” She stood up gathering her things, preparing to leave.

“I’m not done with my memo yet, Miss Jackson,” he reply promptly.

She has allowed and sat back down. He started speaking again when she had an idea. "Oh no, my pin died, hang on, sir," she got it quickly across his desk making sure her ass was sticking up, her leg slightly apart giving him a good show. She reached into the top drawer where she knew he kept his stash of pens, feeling his eyes practically pop out his head for staring at her ass. She looked back at him provocatively and asked, “is it hard?” Her eyes wide and innocent.

He cleared his throat loudly, “Excuse me?” Loosening his tie.
Mild, looking back at him blushing slightly. “I meant is it hard to concentrate this late on a Friday?” She spread her legs a little wider, reaching into the drawer. Her skirt rose in the back as she called back, “got it.” She stood up, holding the pen up triumphantly.

He was standing too close to her she adjusted her skirt. “Should we continue the memo?” She asked chewing on the pen top.

"Go ahead and get out of here," he said disgustingly, grabbing her notepad a little to forcefully. "I want you here on time Monday morning though. Despite your sisters wedding on Sunday you have a job to do." With that he watched her nod her head reflexively and saunter out of his office, her tight ass shaking the entire way. Peterson grabbed his hardening cock reflexively thinking about all of the dirty things he wanted to do to her.

Hey sugar head back in her car. Glancing at the clock, her foot pressed the gas harder. She saw the sirens before she heard them, her hand on the rear view mirror. "Shit." She swore, her thoughts on the probable ticket and being even later to the rehearsal dinner and she'd originally planned. She pulled over onto the shoulder of the small country road carefully. "There's never cops on this road. It's the middle of nowhere. Shit. Where my going to do? Think Liz,” she saw the cop car stop behind her no movement momentarily.

Quickly unbutton the top three buttons of her blouse and picked her breast of hiring her bra. She also pulled up her skirt until it was dangerously short and fluff your hair in the mirror just in time for the cop to get outside her window. "License and registration,” he said, his notepad already in his hand..

“Is there a problem, officer?” She made sure to lean toward the window, her chest nearly popping out. “Wow he’s hot,” she thought as she saw him remove his aviators to get a better look down her shirt.

He swallow loudly before responding, “you were going 75 in a 50. You were speeding. Where’s the fire?” He took the ID and registration she handed him. He compared the picture to the real life version.

“Contacts. I’m sorry officer, I’m late for my sisters wedding dinner rehearsal. I never speed. I guess I just wasn’t paying attention. Kind of had a rough day at work too.” She paused leaning closer to the window giving him a better view of her chest. Woo hoo, it sure is hot out today.” She fanned her face and chest to draw attention to herself.

Yes ma’am it is. Remain in your vehicle please,” he advised walking back to his cruiser parked 15 feet behind her.

She knew he was probably checking her record and her registration for priors but knew you wouldn't find anything. She wasn't worried. Tapping her foot impatiently she looked at the clock, which said she was now over an hour late for the rehearsal dinner. Her sister was going to kill her. She might as well have this cop do it for her.

Cop was back outside her window when she glanced up. “Step out of the car, man. Keep your hands where I can see them.” He opened her door, startling her.

“What seems to be the problem officer?” She asked standing up and moving aside so he could shut the door behind her.

“Please put your hands on the trunk and spread your legs.”

Walking to the back of her car she turned and asked, “is there something wrong officer?”

He pushed her harshly against the trunk, "put your hands on the car and spread your legs," he said more forcefully. He steers Heights Curtis have your ass, the bottom barely covering as she spread her legs wide. He walked up behind her and presses body against hers, pushing her harder against the car. She stood there and her bare feet, her shoes forgotten the cars he began to frisk her. His hand started at her bear for arms and worked up to her shoulders. His fingertips Grace a side of her breast. She as he touched her hard nipples through her thin shirt.

His hands trail down her sides, patting her stomach. “Officer what are you doing?” She asked turning her head to the size she could see him out of the corner of her eye.

His hands grab her ass and as he rubbed his hard cock against her he whispered, his lips against your ear, "I'm tired of gross like you think you can dress like this. Or think they can flash your tits to get out of a ticket." His breeding got heavier as his hand went under her skirt, his fingers playing with her outside of your panties. She bent over further, her ass rubbing against his hard cock us fingers were inside her, “is this what you want, “ he whispered against her neck.

PS," she breed is fears when inside her already wet pussy. She filled his hard cock against your ass through his uniforms training to get out. She wrote her plump ass against it, his hand pushing her that way anyway. "What are you going to do to me," he asked a little afraid, his hand making her come again.

He felt the power cord through his veins as her voice trembled on the question. His hand was wet with her cum. "I'm going to make you pay, you tease." He pushed her back harshly onto the trunk of her car with one hand, the other reeking of her skirt and pulling your panties roughly to the side.

She started shaking when she heard the fabric of her panties read, from excitement or sheer terror she wasn't sure. But it felt so good. She stood there, been over the trunk of her car, her bare ass up on the side of that deserted country road when she heard his zipper come down behind her. With one hand on her back vinegar to the trunk the other holding his big hard cock and places he Randy inside of her. “Take my dick, tease. Oh, God. Your pussy is tight. That’s right, take my cock.”

He rammed it into her over and over again, her wet pussy squeezing his cock. He push her harder on the back, "show me how bad you want out of this ticket. That's right, come on my cock. Oh God," he pounded her pussy from behind, both hands on her hips to hold her steady as her feet left the ground from the force of his thrusting. “Do you like that?” He asked grunting.

“Yes”, she breathed barely audible a cystic pounded her tight wet pussy. “Oh, God,” she almost screamed she came all over his cock, again and again. “Please don’t stop,” she screamed as he wrapped his hand around her long hair and wrote her like a bucking bull.

Neither one notice nor care that they were in broad daylight, parked on the side of the road. You made it all that more exciting knowing that at any moment anyone can turn that band and see them. Catch them. "I'm about to cum. I want you to get down here swallow my cum. Now,” he said forcefully pulling out of her pussy and stepping back. He forced her onto her Bernis and shove his entire length down her throat. His hands on the back of her head, he forced her to Deep Throat his long cock again and again until he finally thrusted deep in her throat exploding in her mouth. His whole body shake afterwards she sucked his overly sensitive dick as he pulled it out of her mouth

Get on her knees, looking up at him innocently, some of his, on the corner of her mouth. He almost got hard again if you watched her wipe it on her finger and lick it off. He looked away and began putting himself back to gather. She stood up and brush the gravel off her red knees, pulling her skirt back down to a respectable level.

We walked her back to the front of the car, his hands guiding her gently on the small of her back. Opening the door for her he watched her get back behind the wheel. "Best be getting on your way if you're going to make your sisters rehearsal dinner. He grabbed his clipboard off the roof for car he said it. Wrote something down and handed it back to her.

"Are you kidding me? After all that you're still going to give me a ticket?" She said loudly.