Speeding Ticket

Evangeline Anderson

Honey Daniels knew what she wanted and exactly how to get it. She smiled to

herself as she walked out of the DMV, tucking her brand new license into her little red
purse. The purse matched the high healed red leather fuck-me pumps with laces like
red licorice twined around her slender ankles. The license proved that she was officially
eighteen and perfectly legal. Today was Honey’s birthday and she already had the
perfect present in mind.

She got into her low slung candy apple red convertible and started the engine,

loving the powerful rumble it sent up through her pert little bottom. The car had been a
sweet sixteen gift from her doting Daddy and the vibrations of it’s V-6 engine never
failed to turn Honey on. The sense of power between her legs while she drove the little
car all over town went right to her head… and other areas. Sometimes she got downright
reckless taking curves with suicidal speed and topping ninety on the straight-aways.
Her dangerous driving habits would have resulted in lots of tickets if her Daddy hadn’t
happened to be the Chief of Police in their little town of Wheatstone, Missouri. Captain
Daniels just laughed whenever Honey got in trouble. He tore up her tickets and said it
wasn’t her fault that his only daughter had been born with the soul of a NasCar driver.

But today she intended to get a ticket her Daddy wouldn’t tear up. Honey turned her

little red car in the direction of the old Warehouse district which just happened to be
Officer Nick Christian’s patrol area. She was already getting wet.

As she shifted gears and gunned the engine, Honey enjoyed the play of the wind

through her thick, honey-blond hair. The early May sun shone down on her creamy
golden skin and into her big, baby-blue eyes. Her full pink mouth was glossed with
strawberry flavored lip shine and she was wearing a brand new outfit she had picked
out especially for today. Honey blew through a stop sign and barely stopped at a red
light, but only to straighten her skirt. The wind was blowing up under the flimsy
material, caressing her crotch in a most provocative way and it made her think of the
outfit she had been wearing the first time Officer Nick pulled her over…

From the first minute she saw him, running in a suspect at the police station, Honey

had wanted Officer Nick Christian. She had been sitting by herself in her Daddy’s office,
sucking a cherry-flavored lollipop when a tall, dark-haired officer had pushed past the
office’s plate glass window, shoving a disreputable looking man in front of him. The
suspect was protesting violently about something; Honey could barely hear his voice
because the door was shut, but she could see the way he twisted and fought, trying to
get away from the arresting officer. The officer issued a warning, again Honey couldn’t
hear what he said but the deep rumble of his masculine voice seemed to touch things
deep inside her sweet, curvy body. She felt the vibrations of that voice right between her
legs, exactly where the hum of her little car’s engine affected her and her ripe pink
nipples suddenly peaked inside her lacy bra. Honey sat up a little higher in the big,
leather office chair behind her Daddy’s desk and took notice.

The suspect was still fighting when the tall, dark-haired officer whipped out the

silver handcuffs that were hanging from his wide black leather belt and shoved the
suspect roughly forward over a convenient counter. Pinning the shouting man with ease,
the tall officer yanked the suspects arms behind his back and cuffed him in a matter of
seconds. Honey shivered as she watched the muscles in his broad back ripple while he
did his work and she almost felt jealous of the suspect. Then the officer turned and
looked right at her almost as though he knew she’d been watching. He threw her a
mocking grin that didn’t touch his cool, gray eyes before he grabbed the suspect by the
scruff of the neck and herded him into the next room.

Shark’s eyes, Honey thought and squeezed her thighs tightly together. What would

it be like to be pinned and handcuffed by that tall, dark officer? Then and there she
made up her mind to find out.

A few off-hand questions placed to her dear Daddy that night over dinner had

revealed the new officer’s vital statistics. Officer Nick Christian was twenty-nine, single
and a fine policeman. He had a high arrest record and was bound to make Detective
soon. In the mean time, Honey learned that his regular patrol area was over at the old
Warehouse district on the far end of town. The district was deserted during the day but
a prime place for drug deals in the evening hours. Honey listened raptly while her
Daddy talked between bites of smothered steak and mashed potatoes and laid her
plans.

The very next day she was on her way over to Officer Nick’s beat wearing her new

rose silk sundress and driving like a maniac. It wasn’t long after she hit the long,
deserted street lined with empty buildings that she saw the flashing red and blue lights
in her rear-view mirror.

“Yes, Officer?” she inquired sweetly as the tall, scowling man came into view,

looming over her low-slung convertible. Honey wiggled in the seat and sat up straight,
making sure he could see right down the loose top of her pink silk dress. She was
wearing a lacy white half-cup bra that molded to the undersides of her firm little breasts,
supporting her without covering her nipples. She could feel the creamy swells of her
flesh heave as she took a deep breath and her tight pink buds, already stimulated by
friction with the silky top of her sundress, hardened even more when she felt his eyes on
her.

“License and Registration please,” he said tonelessly in that deep, rumbling voice

that sent a shiver straight between her legs. “You’re the Chief’s daughter, aren’t you?” he
asked, examining the articles she’d handed him.

Honey pouted prettily, nibbling on her lush bottom lip as she looked up at him.

“Yes I am. And you’re Officer Nick Christian. I was sitting in my Daddy’s office
yesterday when you brought in that nasty looking suspect.”

“I know,” he said. “I saw you.” Again he gave her that predator’s grin that didn’t

quite reach those cool, gray eyes. “I don’t care who your Daddy is though, Miss Daniels.
Unless you can give me an explanation for your driving I’m writing you a ticket. Care to

explain?” He crossed muscular arms across his broad chest and stared at her.

“Please call me Honey. Everybody does,” she said sweetly, trying not to notice the

thick bulge in his tight blue uniform pants. “And I was driving so crazy because, well, I
think I was stung by a bee.” She sighed, lifting her shoulders and dislodging one of the
spaghetti straps of her dress as she did. The strap fell down taking part of her top with it
and revealing one creamy breast tipped with a juicy pink nipple. Honey enjoyed the
fresh air caressing her naked flesh and pretended not to notice her exposure. She knew
Officer Nick was getting a real eyeful now and she could feel the moist heat building
between her thighs at the thought.

“You think you were stung?” he asked, doubt clear in his deep voice. He didn’t

mention her exposed breast. “Either you were stung or you weren’t, Miss Daniels. Now
which is it?”

“I can’t tell,” she said, looking up at him with her big, baby-blue eyes and giving

him her most innocent, hurt expression. “I felt it but I couldn’t see it—that was the
problem. That’s why I was driving so crazy.”

“Were you stung on the back?” he asked a little more gently. He leaned over and

rested his arms on the side of her car door and Honey could see that his gray eyes were
ringed with dark, midnight-blue. He was close enough to kiss but that would have been
too obvious.

“Not exactly,” she hedged. “It’s a little awkward but it’s stings something fierce.

Maybe… maybe you could take a look for me?” She looked at him hopefully, wiggling
in her seat. The other side of her sundress sagged, revealing more of the curving top of
her other breast but didn’t quite fall down.

Officer Nick appeared to consider her request. Finally he nodded. “I’ll look for you,

Miss Daniels,” he said, formally.

“Oh, I told you, Officer Nick—call me Honey. May I open my car door?” He stepped

back and allowed it and Honey swung open the driver’s side door and twisted around
in her leather bucket seat so that her long, bare, shapely legs were facing the tall
policeman.

“What are you doing?” he asked as she shook out her long blond hair and settled

herself so that her high-healed sandals were planted firmly on the cracked blacktop of
the deserted street.

Honey gave him a look that was pure naïveté. “Why, you said you’d take a look,”

she reminded him. “I think that nasty old bee stung me right under my dress. How can
you see if I don’t get into the right position?” The other side of her sundress gave up and
she felt the slither of silk as her strap slid down, leaving both breasts bare to those cool,
gray eyes. Again, Honey pretended not to notice. Spreading her legs, she pulled the
slippery rose silk up over her thighs and motioned for the tall officer to lean down.

Officer Nick did better than that, he knelt on the uneven pavement in front of her and

put large, warm hands on either one of her thighs. “Let me see,” he said softly. “Where
does it hurt?”

Honey scooted to get a little closer to his searching gaze and pointed. “Right

between my legs, Officer Nick,” she breathed. She could feel those gray eyes on her, no
longer cool but burning as his large, callused palms rubbed soothingly over her inner
thighs. Honey had prepared for this moment and knew that what he was seeing was
bound to blow his mind.

Just that morning she had shaved the soft curly thatch of hair that grew between her

legs making her sweet little pussy feel deliciously naked and exposed. Then she had
selected her tiniest pair of bikini panties, the cotton-candy pink ones that were cut so
low in front the high slit of her cunt was revealed when she wore them. Now, as Officer
Nick leaned closer to look at her ‘bee sting’, Honey wiggled forward in the seat, causing
the material of her silky pink panties to shift backwards and show even more. She was
already wet and swollen with the naughty thrill of having Officer Nick look at her
breasts and she could feel the tender lips of her naked pussy part as he spread her
thighs even wider. Honey knew her throbbing red clit had to be peeking at him from
between her slick folds and the brief material of her panties was completely wet through
from her desire.

“Where does it hurt exactly?” he asked, allowing one long finger to trace along her

thigh until he reached her pouting pink pussy. “Somewhere in here?” The callused
fingertip traced over the slippery material now barely covering her swollen cunt lips,
drawing a long sigh from Honey’s full mouth.

“Almost-- more to the center,” she breathed, wondering how far he would be willing

to go. Petting her over her panties was one thing, petting her naked pussy was a
different ball game entirely.

“Right here?” he asked, looking up at her as his finger traced over the top of her

mound and stopped at the top of her moist slit.

“Lower,” Honey gasped, spreading her thighs a little wider, opening her pussy for

him. The finger slipped into her wet folds and traveled in a burning line to her swollen
clit and she moaned and bucked half off the leather seat as he caressed the side of the
tender bundle of nerves gently but firmly.

“That’s it,” she whispered, amazed that she could speak at all. “That’s… that’s

exactly where that nasty old bee stung me, Officer Nick.”

“Is that right?” he said, his voice low and soothing as he continued to stroke over her

slippery center and caress her throbbing clit. “Now I wonder what we can do to make
you feel better, Honey?”

“It’s feeling pretty fine already,” she gasped, rotating her hips to thrust her pelvis

closer to his face.

Officer Nick seemed not to have heard her. “I mean,” he continued. “According to

your license, you’re only seventeen, Honey. So there’s only so much I can do for you, no
matter how bad you hurt, you understand?”

“Mmm,” Honey moaned as he rubbed broad fingertips over her silky wet folds,

building the sensations between her thighs. “Just do the best you can, Officer. I’m sure
you know best.”

Officer Nick tugged at her panties until they came all the way down and then spread

her thighs even wider with his strong hands. Leaning in, he parted her slippery, naked
pussy lips with his thumbs and pressed his hot mouth to Honey’s open cunt. Honey
whimpered breathlessly as he sucked her hot clit into his mouth and began circling the
tender bump relentlessly with his tongue.

“Oh, Officer Nick,” she moaned, winding her slender fingers in his thick black hair

and urging him closer. He pressed his face against her, licking her sweet juices and
plunging his hot tongue deeply into her soft cunt. “Oh,” she gasped. “That’s so naughty
but it feels so good! Don’t stop… Eat my little pussy. I think I’m close… ”

He looked up long enough to say, “Come all over my face, Honey. Want to feel your

sweet cunt come while I taste you.” His cheeks and lips were slick with her juices and
his gray eyes were so hot they burned her. Then he buried his face between her thighs
again and lapped at her wet flesh, paying special attention to her swollen, sensitive clit.

Honey felt herself slipping closer and closer to the edge as he tasted her relentlessly.

She buried her hands even more tightly in his thick hair and rode his face harder,
pushing her pelvis up shamelessly to meet him, spreading her pussy wide for his
seeking tongue. She was getting so close… she just needed a little bit more… Suddenly
she felt two long, thick fingers enter her tight passage and press deeply inside her as his
hot mouth continued to work on her.

“Oh, God!” she gasped, feeling the thick fingers reach the end of her passage and

press hard. “Oh God, I’m coming… ” Officer Nick rode out her orgasm, holding steady
despite her bucking and thrashing as he swallowed her sweet juices and lapped at her
gushing pussy.

When it was clear that Honey was finally done, he withdrew his thick fingers and

sucked them clean while she watched. Then he stood up and turned his face to wipe the
glistening wetness from his cheeks on the upper sleeve of his uniform. Dazed, Honey
managed to pull up her panties and straighten her dress.

“Well, Miss Daniels,” he said, all formality and politeness again. “I’m going to let

you off with a warning this time. But see that I don’t catch you driving so erratically
again. I’d better not catch you out on my beat for a good long time, at least not for
another month or so.” He grinned, that cool predator’s grin and Honey knew he was
thinking that her birthday was coming up in the next month and a half. “You’d better
steer clear of this area until then because if I catch you driving like a lunatic again I

might have to be forceful with you.” Officer Nick warned, giving her a steely glare from
those hot gray eyes.

“I understand, Officer,” Honey said in a shaky voice. “You’ve been more than

helpful,” she continued. “Maybe I can be of assistance to you as well?” She stared
pointedly at the thick bulge in his pants.

“Not today, Honey,” he said sternly and she knew he wouldn’t budge on this. Until

she was of legal age, she wouldn’t get to see or feel what was behind those straining
uniform pants, no mater how much she begged.

“All right, Officer,” she said reluctantly. “Then I guess I’d better be on my way.” She

slammed the door and started her car, revving her engine mockingly. Then, with a wink,
she drove off, doing more than twenty over the limit just to provoke him. Next time she
came down this road would be a time to remember, she promised herself.

It was a promise Honey intended to keep today on her eighteenth birthday. As her

little red car got closer to the Warehouse district she could feel her soft little pussy
getting wetter and wetter, leaking her sweet juices all over the black leather seat. Honey
had decided that wearing panties would only slow her down and she wanted Officer
Nick to fuck her fast and hard and deep. That was why she was bare under her little
white sailor skirt, the cool cotton pleats spreading high on her tanned thighs. The skirt
was so short that when Honey stood up it barely covered the rounded cheeks of her pert
bottom and if she wasn’t careful and forgot not to bend over, a lot more than that would
be revealed.

To go with the skirt, Honey had chosen an abbreviated white cotton crop top with

sleeves that barely covered her shoulders and the words, Daddy’s Girl in cursive right
underneath a red heart. It had a round, high collar but the bottom ended right below the
soft curves of her firm breasts. Honey wasn’t wearing a bra under the shirt and she
hoped she wouldn’t forget herself and raise her arms over her head because she might
flash some unsuspecting person with her ripe pink nipples. She wore her Daddy’s Girl
shirt around the house sometimes because she knew her Daddy liked it and besides, it
really was too skimpy to wear out in public. But today she had decided to make an
exception.

The fuck-me shoes with their licorice whip laces that curled around her ankles and

calves completed her birthday outfit. This time Officer Nick would just have to fuck her.

Almost as soon as she turned the corner into the abandoned street lined with empty

buildings Honey saw the flashing red and blue lights in her rear-view mirror. She drove
a little farther, just to antagonize and then finally pulled over into a cool, dark ally.

“Yes, Officer?” she asked innocently when the tall form of Officer Nick loomed over

her little car. “Have I done something wrong?”

“You know damn good and well how fast you were driving just now, Honey.”

Really, Officer Nick sounded positively angry. Honey felt a shiver of anticipation in her

hot, wet pussy. “Give me you license and registration,” he demanded.

“You’re not going to give me a ticket, are you?” Honey quavered, nibbling her lower

lip and looking up appealingly from under her thick lashes. “Oh, please don’t, Officer
Nick. Not on my birthday.”

“Birthday, hmm?” he growled, still frowning at her. Then he took another look at her

brand new license. “Well, well. Seems like you’re all grown up now, Honey.”

“Mm hm.” She bit her lip again and tried not to giggle.

“You know what this means, don’t you?” Officer Nick looked, if anything, even

angrier than before. His voice had a low, ominous tone.

“N… no,” Honey quavered, suddenly not quite sure of herself.

“It means that you ought to know better, Honey, than to be driving like a maniac,

especially on my beat. I ought to run you in for reckless endangerment. Now get out of
the car.”

“But… but,” Honey stuttered. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go at all. She

had been certain that Officer Nick would start off by tasting her pussy again. But now it
looked like he might actually arrest her or something and she couldn’t be see at her
Daddy’s station dressed like she was. Why, Daddy would be absolutely furious.

“Oh, please, Officer Nick,” she begged. “Please don’t arrest me… I’ll be so good. Do

anything you want… ”

“Is that right?” he looked thoughtful and Honey couldn’t miss the huge thick bulge

growing inside his uniform pants. Pressing her advantage, she leaned back against the
side of her car with her arms behind her back. The posture thrust her chest out and she
knew Officer Nick would be able to see the creamy white curves of the bottoms of her
breasts along with the dusky pink circles of her aureoles. He was looking at her
appraisingly and she leaned back a little more, rucking up her shirt until she felt the
cool breeze caressing her naked, exposed nipples. He just couldn’t say no to that, could
he?

“I’ll do anything,” she promised again, putting as much sincerity into her big,

baby-blue eyes as she could.

“You’re such a little cock-tease, Honey,” Officer Nick growled, frowning at her.

“Yes,” she agreed softly. “But I don’t always tease, Officer Nick. Sometimes I

deliver.” Without another word she dropped to the ground in front of him, not even
minding the cold pavement against her knees. She had some experience with uniform
pants from working with her Daddy’s at home and she had Officer Nick’s thick,
throbbing cock in the palm of her small, soft hand in a heartbeat. He groaned and Honey
took a moment to admire her prize. The shaft was long and thick topped with a broad,

plum-shaped head. Officer Nick’s cock was an angry, throbbing purple and sticky, clear
fluid was already leaking from the slit at the top. Teasingly, Honey ran out her little
pink tongue and lapped at the pre-cum, savoring the taste of the big man towering over
her.

“Honey,” he tried to protest but she licked at the slit again and then took the entire

broad head into her soft, willing mouth. Then she heard Officer Nick groan again and
his big hands were in her hair as he fed another inch of thick cockmeat into her mouth
and then another. Honey stretched her jaw wide to accommodate his huge shaft and
hummed happily as Officer Nick fucked her mouth. She could feel the broad head
hitting the back of her throat and she still was only sucking about a third of his length. It
was a good thing Officer Nick seemed willing to let her suck him off instead of fucking
her after all, she thought. Honey had never had anything near this big inside her and she
was sure that it would split her in two if she tried to take his thick length into her tight
little pussy.

But just when she was sure she felt the thick cock flexing in her throat, and was

getting ready to swallow all of Officer Nick’s hot cum, the tall man dragged Honey off
his cock and yanked her to her feet.

“What… ?” she gasped, already missing his spicy taste filling her mouth.

“Turn around,” he growled angrily. “It was wrong of you to try and influence me,

Honey. And that outfit you have on—I could get you for attempted bribery and indecent
exposure as well as reckless endangerment.”

“Please, no!” Honey begged as he marched her towards his squad car. “Please don’t

take me in, Officer Nick.”

“Shut up.” His voice was low and dangerous as he pushed her face first over the

hood of his car and forced her arms behind her back. There was a musical clinking and
Honey gasped as she felt cold steel encircle her slender wrists. Then a cruel hand was
forcing her head down and Officer Nick was saying that he would have to frisk her
before he took her in. Why was he being so mean all of a sudden? And why was her
little pussy wetter than ever despite her fear?

“Oh!” Honey cried as his large hands began at her waist and traveled up her flat

belly until he was cupping her rounded tits in his big, callused palms.

“You’ve been a very bad girl, Honey,” Officer Nick whispered in her ear as he rolled

and twisted her throbbing pink nipples between his fingers. “Driving like a lunatic,
wearing these skimpy little clothes that don’t even cover your tits or pussy. Sucking my
cock and nearly making me shoot all my cum down your sweet little throat to try and
get our of a ticket. That’s all very, very bad. Do you understand?”

“Y… yes,” Honey quavered, crying out at the sharp little pains that were shooting

through her tender nipples as his cruel fingers continued to twist and pinch.

“Say, ‘I’ve been bad, Officer Nick, and I’m sorry,’” he demanded, twisting even

harder until Honey gasped and her pussy nearly gushed with juice.

“I… I’ve been bad,” she began but stopped when the large hands left her tits and

started to journey down her body to the wet heat between her legs.

“Say it!” he insisted. “I want to hear you say it while I frisk you, Honey.”

“I’ve been bad, Officer Nick!” she gasped as his large hands lifted her skirt and

petted over the smooth globes of her ass.

“Spread your legs and say it louder.” His voice in her ear was low and dangerous

and Honey had no choice but to spread her thighs as far as she could even though she
felt completely exposed with her cotton sailor skirt lifted clear up over her ass. She knew
with her legs spread like this officer Nick would have full access to her naked pussy; it
was a frightening thought.

“I’ve been bad,” she gasped again. “Oh, God, so bad.” Officer Nick’s rough fingers,

after traveling up her trembling inner thighs had found her soft, vulnerable pussy. But
instead of rubbing her clit which was screaming for attention or putting his thick fingers
inside her, he was bending her farther over the squad car’s hood and spreading the
tender lips of her cunt, making Honey feel more exposed than she could ever remember.
Suddenly, she felt a thick heat bumping her inner thigh. She jumped and hissed in
excitement and fear as the wide head of Officer Nick’s cock slid over her slippery folds,
rubbing directly against her over-sensitized clit.

“Do you know what that is, Honey?” he asked, low in her ear.

“Your cock,” she whispered back. “Oh, Officer Nick, please don’t hurt me. I’m sorry

I was bad.” She felt the heavy heat of his shaft rubbing the length of her open pussy,
wetting himself with her juices, getting ready to take her.

“That’s right, Honey,” he said ignoring her plea. “It’s my cock and it’s about to be

inside you.”

Honey gasped and trembled as she felt the broad head stop rubbing against her clit

and settle at the entrance to her pussy. Officer Nick pressed gently but steadily until
Honey could just feel the wide tip pressing into her. One strong thrust would send his
entire thick shaft deep into her unprotected pussy. Honey trembled in fear-- he was so
big. How could she possibly take him?

“Unless you’d rather have that ticket.” Officer Nick was teasing her now and Honey

could feel him pressing and withdrawing, pushing the head of his cock a little further
into her wet pussy with each shallow stroke. “Would you rather have the ticket or a
good hard fucking, Honey? The choice is yours,” he told her, pressing a little deeper, so
that she could feel the broad head stretching her tight entrance and know what was in
store for her. “Hurry up and make up your mind,” he ordered, thrusting again.

“Oh!” Honey gasped as the broad head of his cock breached her entrance completely

and she felt the first thick inch of his cock slide inside her wet pussy. It hurt but it felt so
good too. She was bent over the squad car, the cool metal of the hood pressed against
her cheek and her arms fixed behind her back, the cruel steel handcuffs biting into her
wrists as Officer Nick pinned her in place with his hard shaft in her tender cunt. Honey
had never felt so helpless or so hot.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Honey?” Officer Nick slipped another inch of his cock

inside her, making Honey groan and thrust back as well as she could to capture even
more.

“Oh,” she moaned again. Officer Nick’s hands were bracketing her hips and he was

half-way buried in her slippery cunt by now, stretching her to the limit. She felt like she
might never be able to speak again.

“Say it!” he demanded, thrusting deeper and then pulling out, as though he might

withdraw. “Say it or you get the ticket instead, Honey.” Suddenly, Honey found she
could speak.

“Oh, Officer Nick,” she gasped, spreading her thighs to let him deeper into her

pussy. “I’ve been a bad girl and I need you to fuck me. Please, fuck me now!”

“You sure you want me to?” he asked, resuming his shallow thrusts that took him

up into her pussy but not nearly deep enough. “Because if I do this, Honey, I’m going to
ride you hard. I’m going to fuck you deep and hard and long because you’ve been so
bad you deserve it. Understand?”

“I don’t care!” Honey was nearly sobbing now. “Please fuck me, Officer Nick,

please!”

She felt the large hands tighten on her hips and without another word, Officer Nick

thrust hard, pressing his thick cock so deeply into her pussy that the broad head kissed
the end of her channel and nuzzled the mouth of her womb. It occurred to Honey that
she wasn’t on the pill and that Officer Nick was probably leaking pre-cum inside her
unprotected pussy but she couldn’t make herself care because it felt too good. She
wanted to feel his thick cock fucking her and filling her with his cum no matter what the
consequences.

“Please,” she gasped again and then Officer Nick really began to fuck. Pulling back

until only the head remained buried inside her, he thrust forward again, pounding into
her tender pussy as hard as he could, filling her to the limit and fucking like a battering
ram. Honey cried out and felt the tears squeeze out of the corners of her eyes even as she
spread her thighs wider to accommodate him, trying to make room inside herself for all
of his thick, hard cock and offer Officer Nick the deepest possible penetration of her
pussy.

“Do you like that, Honey? Is that how you like to be fucked?” he growled in her ear

as he pressed forward again, filling her cunt to the limit with his thick meat, making her

cry and gasp and groan.

“Yes… God, don’t stop. I love it!” she cried. She could feel the tide of pleasure rising

inside her slowly, she was so close… Suddenly she felt his hand slide off her hip and
then two rough fingers were rubbing hard against her wet, open folds right above where
they were joined. Honey nearly screamed with wordless pleasure as the feeling of his
thick cock pressing inside her and his long fingers rubbing against her clit sent her
crying over the edge. She felt her pussy spasm helplessly around the thick invader and
then Officer Nick pressed her hard against the squad car and she could feel the head of
his cock pulsing inside her, bathing her womb with heat and filling her cunt to
overflowing with his hot cum.

“Oh, God,” she moaned brokenly as he stopped at last, still holding his cock inside

her. “I… I’ve never been fucked like that before.”

“I hope you learned your lesson, Honey,” he said grimly, finally withdrawing from

her wet cunt. He unlocked the handcuffs and helped her stand up straight. She could
feel his thick cum sliding down her bare thigh and her pussy still tingled from his fierce
onslaught.

“Yes, Officer Nick,” she said softly, looking up at him while she rubbed her sore

wrists. “Thank you for not arresting me or giving me a ticket.”

“Who said I’m not giving you a ticket?” he had whipped out the long, leather pad

and was scribbling busily while he talked. Honey gaped as he tore off the top sheet and
handed it to her.

“But, I thought… .What’s this even for?” she demanded, looking at him with a frown.

“All those charges you mentioned… you said if I let you… that you wouldn’t… ”

Officer Nick grinned at her, that cool, predator’s grin and his gray eyes were cold. “I

didn’t charge you for speeding or reckless endangerment, Honey,” he told her. “That
ticket is for disturbing the peace. The way you were screaming… ” he shook his head.
“Shouldn’t make so much noise in public,” he told her sternly, tapping the ticket for
emphasis. “Explain that one to your Daddy when you ask him to tear it up.” Then he got
into his squad car and drove away laughing.

“Oh, why you… ” Honey was so mad she could see straight. That was until she

looked at the bottom of the ticket. Underneath the charge, ‘Disturbing the Peace,’ Officer
Nick had written an address and a time. If she hurried, she would have plenty of time to
go home and get a nice long bath before she was due back at his house that night.

Grinning, Honey hopped into her little red car, revved the engine and headed home.

She exceeded the speed limit all the way.