“Good evening Miss,” he said as he shined the light into her car, “May I see your license and registration?”
She handed them over and tried to look up at him, but the light was nearly blinding. All she could make out was a deep sexy rumble. She let out a sigh of relief — it was a man’s voice and not a woman’s. Women always hated her, police women more than most. They were just ugly and jealous.
She smiled to herself, confident that after a few minutes of flirting she would be on her way.
“Is there a problem Officer?” she asked as she looked up at him, eyes wide with feigned surprise and confusion. She leaned toward him, making sure to keep her hands to her sides and ensuring that he got a clear view of her large breasts and the deep valley in-between.
He continued to shine the light down at her and she blinked into the brightness.
“You could say that,” he said slowly. “Do you know why I pulled you over?”
“No idea, Officer,” she said as she batted her eyelashes up at him. “Did I do something wrong?”
“Please turn off your engine. I’ll be right back,” he said and went back to his car with her license and registration.
She waited impatiently. Although the few drinks she’d had a few hours ago had worn off, she was tired and wanted nothing more than to slip into her warm bed.
He approached her car after a few minutes and she looked up again, flashing the biggest smile she could muster.
“Please Miss, step out of the car,” he said finally, without a hint of warmth.
She felt a shiver of fear. This wasn’t part of the plan. He was supposed to flirt back a bit then give her a warning. She became acutely aware of what she was wearing and realized if she didn’t think of something fast, she was sunk! She was dressed for clubbing, not convincing a police officer that she was a good person, someone he should let off.
She opened the door and placed one high-heeled shoe on the ground then stood up, trying to pull her skirt lower. No matter what she did, her skirt simply didn’t have enough material to extend more than an inch or so below her ass. Her little tank-top was equally useless. Designed to get attention and show off every curve, her clothes pegged her for exactly what she was — a party girl.
The police officer lowered his flashlight and she blinked as her eyes adjusted to the moonlight. She saw him clearly now, looking at her impassively. His skin was the color of warm, dark chocolate and all Emily could think was that he looked delicious. He was large, towering over her by at least a foot. His crisp uniform seemed just a bit too snug in all the best places and she found herself staring at the large bulge in his pants. Even in her current situation, she couldn’t help but wonder if the stereotype about black men were true.
He cleared his throat pointedly.
She let her gaze linger where it was a moment longer, then finally looked up and met his eyes. Unfortunately, his dark brown eyes were almost as distracting as his bulging cock.
“Well?” he asked and she realized she had missed everything he’d been saying.
“Um, I, uh?” she stammered, not quite sure how to answer.
“Your insurance has lapsed, you were driving 22 miles over the speed limit and your registration is out of date. I’m going to have to impound the car and take you in to custody.”
She looked up at him, genuine fear and worry playing across her face. “What? No! I mean, please, you can’t.”
“Sorry, Miss, but…”
“But Officer,” she said desperately smiling up at him in the most flirtatious way she could. “Isn’t there anything you can do to help me?”
“I’m sorry Miss. There is nothing I can do. Please, turn around and place your hands on the vehicle.”
“But, I can’t lose my car!” she begged, “Please, I just can’t.”
“I am sorry Miss. Please put your hands on the car.”
“Officer”, she said slowly, not believing what she was about to say, “I will do anything, and I mean ANYTHING if you can just give me a warning.”
He froze. “Anything?” he asked in a low, sexy voice.
“Anything,” she said firmly.
“Then turn around and put your hands on the car,” he said.
“Fuck,” she thought humiliated. She’d thrown herself at him and she was STILL going to jail.
Defiantly, she held out her wrists. “Here you go Officer. Arrest me,” she said.
He moved quickly, and grabbed her hands in his much larger ones. She gasped in surprise — he was incredibly fast. He turned her around and pushed her to the front of the car, pressing her against it. She could feel his hard body behind her, his legs brushing against hers. When his hips brushed against her ass, she felt herself get wet from the excitement of feeling his thick cock through their clothes.
“Place your hands on the front of the car and spread your legs,” he ordered, his voice husky and deep.
She moaned breathlessly as she started to comply. She moved her legs apart and could feel the short skirt rising up, giving him a view of the bottom of her ass. Instead of pulling it down, she leaned forward to put her hands as far on the car as possible. She arched her back, leaving her butt up in the air, her skirt nearly to the middle of her ass.
“Like this?” she asked suggestively as she turned to look back at him.
“It’s going to take more than that to get out of this, little girl,” he said, as he looked her over.
She let herself meet his stare as she waved her ass back and forth. “Maybe I am willing to go as far as it takes,” she answered with a coy smile.
He bent down in front of her and began to run his hands along her legs. At first, she was disappointed that he was bothering to pat her down, but as his hands moved higher, they moved slower. His thumbs slid up her inner thigh slowly, and she felt her panties get damp as his hands moved closer to her pussy.
“Then you are going to have to show me just how much you don’t want to get arrested,” he said as his hands reached her soft wet slit.
His fingers played along her thin G-string and she gasped as he pulled the material to one side. She started to get up and he pushed her back down on the hood of the car.
“Not so fast,” he said as his fingers felt along her wet slit. “Unless you just want me to arrest you?”
She didn’t answer as she felt his fingers moved slowly along her wet pussy. She couldn’t believe this was happening. She had expected to just flirt her way out but now she realized that he expected more than just a look at her breasts. And she wasn’t going to let him arrest her.
She stopped struggling, and realized that she didn’t have much choice. If she didn’t want to be arrested, there was only one other option.
He felt her body relax and he slowly eased the pressure from her back.
“That’s a good girl,” he said as his arm slid down from her back, to grasp a full, firm breast. “Are you ready to show me how much you don’t want to be arrested?” he asked as his hands continued to roughly explore her body.
His hand moved under her tank top and found her sensitive nipple. He rolled it between his finger and thumb, the feeling setting her on fire.
“Well?” he asked as he squeezed it hard making her gasp in surprise.
“Yes,” was all she said.
The next thing she knew, he had her turned around facing him. She looked up into his dark eyes and saw the smoldering lust in them.
“Take out my cock,” he said as he brought her hands up and placed them over the hard bulge in her pants. She felt him harden under her hand and couldn’t believe his size. Even through his pants, she could tell he would be bigger than any guy she had ever been with.
He moaned and his hands reached out and pulled her tank top up over her bare breasts. She looked down and saw his dark, hands contrasted against her creamy white skin as he felt the weight of her breasts.
She undid his belt, popped the button and pulled down his zipper. As she tugged his pants she could nearly see his cock through his boxer briefs and hesitated. He was enormous. Could she really handle a cock that big?