Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. The Iowa State Police an erotic tale by MsWhich Comments to: mswhich@hotmail.com It was a warm autumn day in Iowa, which is why Jayna ran out of the house without a jacket. She was in a hurry anyway; her weekly office meeting began in half an hour, and the office was 45 minutes away. Sometimes she wished she'd moved to a bigger city, but usually she was glad for the quiet peace of the countryside. Not today, though. This would be the third time she'd been late for a meeting. The first time it had happened, her boss had been understanding. The second time, he'd frowned and spoken with her afterwards. She could still remember his disapproving face as he told her in no uncertain terms that this firm was renowned for its excellence, and it had a reputation to uphold, and -- well, there was no need to relive the entire incident. The point was that her boss was going to be highly displeased with her when she showed up late again. Dammit, she NEEDED this job. There just weren't that many opportunities for a professional woman in the boondocks of Iowa. Especially not for one who was chronically late. Jayna grimaced as she started the car and spun gravel exiting her driveway. Once she'd left the village limits of her small town, she hit the gas as hard as she could. The road was a straight shot to her office from here, and it was a fairly deserted area, so she wouldn't have to worry about cops. As her Accord whipped along the road, stirring up dust and fallen leaves in its wake, she sighed dismally and checked her watch again. There was no way in hell she was going to make it on time. Maybe if she'd been driving a Formula One racecar. Maybe. Well, if she got fired, she could always go back to Richard. Jayna smiled grimly and tightened her grip on the steering wheel. Richard had been her husband for what was, in her opinion, not nearly a short enough time. She'd been young, and thought she was in love. Maybe she really had been in love. She had trouble remembering now what she'd felt at the time. He had been older, and had swept her off her feet. Two months after they'd met, they were married. Eight abusive months later, Jayna walked out of his life forever. She didn't ask him for alimony, and he had never tried to contact her. As far as she was concerned, it was a brief and unpleasant episode in her life that need never be repeated. Since the divorce, she'd lived alone in a small village in northern Iowa. It was a long commute to Iowa City every day, but Jayna felt that the drive was worth it. Nothing could ever induce her to move back to civilization. It reminded her too much of Richard, for one thing, because she'd lived with him in Chicago. Also, after Richard, she simply hadn't wanted to be around other people at all. Her house in the middle of nowhere suited her perfectly. Unfortunately, it was also about to get her fired from her job. Jayna pressed down a little harder on the accelerator, watching it inch toward 90 mph. Twenty miles to go, and the meeting was due to begin in fifteen minutes. Maybe she'd be able to make it after all. She looked into the rearview mirror to adjust her hair and inspect her lipstick. As she brushed a stray hair away from her forehead, she noticed something flashing behind her. With a sinking heart, she realized that it was a state trooper. She was about to be pulled over for speeding. Jayna pulled the car to a stop alongside the road and waited for the officer to approach. It seemed to take forever for him to finish his paperwork, or his radio call, or whatever he was doing. She looked at her watch; there was absolutely no possible way for her to make it to her meeting now. Depending on how long this took, she might miss it entirely. For the first time, Jayna realized the enormity of her situation. She'd just lost her job, and there were no prospects in sight, and she was about to get her fourth speeding ticket of the year. She slumped down in her seat and sighed miserably. Finally, the officer put down whatever he'd been writing and opened the door to his vehicle. Jayna watched him approach in her side-view mirror. She rolled down her window and began fishing out her registration and . . . she realized with a sickening dread that she'd left her driver's license in her jacket that morning. "Excuse me, Miss? I need to see your license and registration, Miss." Jayna drew a deep breath and began to explain that she'd forgotten her license at home, but would be more than happy to bring it to the station later that day . . . "Miss, would you please step out of the car?" The officer stepped back from the door to allow her to open it, and Jayna stepped out of her car, standing to face him. He gave her an appraising glance, and she realized that she must look somewhat brazen to an Iowa state trooper. She'd dressed for the office that morning -- professional but sexy. Her skirt was short, her blouse was low-cut, and her heels were high. She wished even more that she'd remembered her jacket that morning. "Will you please turn and place your hands against the vehicle?" Jayna stared at him in bewilderment. This was a routine traffic stop and he was going to search her? "Now, please, Miss." Jayna knew that this wasn't standard procedure. She'd been pulled over enough times before so that she had an idea of what to expect. Maybe this was what they did to people who didn't have their licenses, though. At any rate, she didn't think she had any other choice than to follow the officer's instructions. She turned around and bent forward, placing her hands on the car. "Now just stay exactly like that, Miss. I'm going back to my car to do a check on your license plate, and I don't want to see you move." He walked back to his car, opened the door, and half-sat inside, picking up his radio. The wind was picking up, putting Jayna's skirt in danger of blowing up around her waist, but she couldn't do anything about it with her hands on the car. She turned her head slightly and saw the state trooper gazing at her intently as he made his call. Jayna blushed bright red, as she was acutely aware that her skirt was bynow affording him an excellent view of her silk panties. She tried to shake it back down by wriggling her hips a little, but that only made it worse. After a few more minutes, the officer put back the radio and started back towards Jayna. "Ma'am, I'm afraid that you have four unpaid speeding tickets. You're going to have to come with me." With that, the officer grabbed hold of her arms so rapidly she couldn't move to defend herself, and locked her wrists behind her back in a pair of handcuffs. Shocked, she turned around to face him and gasped out, "What do you think you're doing!" "Miss, as I said, you'll have to come with me. With that many speeding tickets on your record, the state can legally repossess your car and hold you at the county jail until you post the amount of the fines." Jayna was shocked and terrified. She'd never heard of this rule before, and for God's sake, she'd only been going 15 miles over the speed limit that morning. There was no way she could lose her car, and she absolutely could NOT be held in jail. She needed her car, to search for new jobs, and with an arrest on her record, she'd never be hired anywhere. "Please, Officer, can't I just pay you right here? I mean I really can't be taken into custody, I have my job to think about and I really don't think I did that much wrong, I mean there must be something you can do.. " Realizing that she was babbling, Jayna trailed off. The officer was just staring at her, with absolutely no emotion in his face. He took a few steps forward, so that he was nearly touching Jayna, who was backed against the car. "W. . .what are you doing, sir?" The trooper, who was at least six inches taller than Jayna and outweighed her by about sixty pounds, advanced toward her until she was trapped against the car, her hands cuffed behind her. "Miss, you drive out here dressed like some kind of high-toned slut . . ." Jayna gasped out loud and flushed bright red. ". . .and then expect me to give you some kind of break. Well, Miss, you've broken the law one too many times, and you're not going to get away with it with just your good looks." "Please, Officer, you don't understand--" The trooper cut her off, mid-sentence. "Oh, I understand well enough. I understand that you dress up like that to tease men, make them hot and get them excited. I understand how you think you can drive like a maniac and not get punished because you're so good looking. I understand all of that. And you know what else I understand? Answer me, you know what else I understand?" Jayna shook her head mutely, terrified. "I understand that you need to beat this ticket, pretty bad for some reason." He was pressing so tightly against her now that Jayna, horrified, could feel his erection start to build. She hadn't known before why he was behaving so strangely; now she did. He was going to want her to perform some kind of perverted act, just like Richard always used to. A tear slipped down her cheek as she realized there was no getting out of this. "Now, I can have you arrested. Or you can put that pretty little mouth to work for me." He was so close now that Jayna could feel his hot breath against her ear. "What's it going to be, lover?" Jayna wished desperately that another car would come along the road, but she knew better. In six months of driving along this road to work every morning, she'd never seen another vehicle on the road. She and this trooper were alone. The man grinned at her discomfort and whispered into her ear again. "Tell me, lover . . . how many times have you sucked a man's cock before?" Jayna stared back at him with wide, frightened eyes. "Tell me. Tell me how many times you wrapped that mouth around some guy's dick. Come on, sweetheart, you can tell me. How many times? Pretty girl like you, you gotta be doing that all the time. Now tell me. . ." His last sentence trailed off as he began biting at her ear and neck, still pinning her against the car with his body. Jayna gazed straight forward, her breath coming rapidly and her body tense. The man's bites grew harder and more insistent as he moved up and down her neck, causing Jayna to moan helplessly. "Please, you're hurting me!" He glanced up for a moment and grinned at her. "Answer the question, sweetheart. I'm dying to know. . " His bites were becoming nearly unbearable, and so Jayna finally answered his question, in a whispered gasp. "Never, all right? The answer is never, now will you please stop biting me, it hurts!" The trooper stopped, and brought his head up to gaze at her directly. "You mean to tell me you NEVER put your mouth on a man's cock. Not once, not ever. You gotta be lying to me." Jayna cast her eyes downward, away from his bemused gaze, and mumbled back, "No. . I never have." "Well. There's gotta be a first time for everything, right? Don't worry, honey, I'll teach you. Now get down on your knees." Jayna felt as though she were in a nightmare that she could not wake up from. Richard had always wanted her to do this, and she'd always refused. She thought it was dirty and disgusting. And now some state trooper was forcing her to do it by the roadside in the boondocks of Iowa. Jayna slumped against the car as tears began to roll down her cheeks. "I said, on your KNEES. You better do it now before I change my mind and decide to bring you in for arrest, sweetheart." Jayna, now despaired of escaping this situation, slid down the side of the car and managed to kneeldown in front of the man without falling over. It was a struggle, since she was still wearing the handcuffs. She'd hoped he would take them off her, giving her a chance for escape, but he only watched her struggles with amusement. "All right, lover, lesson number one. You're gonna take my pants down, because men love it when you undress them." Jayna turned her tear-streaked face upward in bewilderment. "But. . .sir . . .I can't, because my hands are cuffed." He grinned back at her. "I know, honey. I want to see you work that beautiful mouth. Now do it, because I don't have all day." Jayna realized with a queasy feeling in her stomach that he wanted her to take off his pants using only her mouth. She hesitated for a minute, until he grabbed hold of her hair, yanking it harshly. "I said DO it. Don't make me wait, honey, you won't like that." Jayna went miserably to work. She leaned forward and began working at his belt buckle with her teeth. The leather was stiff, and his erection wasn't helping matters any. She spent about five minutes just getting the end of the belt through the buckle. Now she had to get the pin out of the belt. She sighed in frustration. The trooper chuckled down at her. "Come on, honey, keep at it. I got a whip in my trunk. You think that would maybe help motivate you?" "No, no, I can get it, just wait a minute, I know I can get it . . ." Jayna pulled the belt back with her teeth and tried to manipulate the pin with her tongue. After about twenty tries, she finally got it, with a wave of relief. "Good job, baby. . can't wait to see what else you can do with that tongue." After the pin, the rest of the belt was easy. Jayna spent a few more minutes working at the button and zipper of his pants. Then when everything was undone, she had to use her nose to push them past his hips, alternating from side to side. When she was finished, she was on her knees staring at his erection pushing past the fly of his boxers. She realized miserably that he was much larger than even Richard had been; his penis, fully erect, was at least eight inches long. There was no way she could ever fit that into her mouth. "Come on, lover. Finish the job." Jayna pushed his boxers down the same way she'd taken off his pants, finally releasing his erection. "Yeah, that's it. Good job, sweetheart. Now. Lesson two. Men like it when you make love to their cocks. So before you even put your mouth on it, I want you to show me how much you love it." "I. . .I don't understand." "Use your imagination, honey. I want you showing me how much you appreciate my cock, and I want it now, so get to work." Jayna was confused. If he didn't want her mouth, what did he want? She had no idea. As she hesitated, he grabbed her hair again, causing her this time to gasp in pain. She moved her head in closer to his throbbing penis and began sliding her nose and cheeks along it, nuzzling it with her face. "That's it, lover. You got it." She did this for several minutes, almost forgetting where she was. It reminded her of Richard, how the smell of him had always excited her and made her wet between the legs. Even at the end of their marriage, when he was insistent upon having her act out his perverse fantasies, she'd been excited by him. She couldn't help it; her body betrayed her. "All right, lover, time for lesson three." Jayna remembered with a start where she was, kneeling on an Iowa country roadside. "Now, don't start sucking on it yet. I want you to lick it, just like you would a popsicle or a lollipop. Start at the bottom and work your way to the top. You use your tongue like it's a musical instrument, you got it?" Jayna took her tongue and did as he said, beginning to stroke his penis with long, firm strokes of her tongue. When she reached the top, she'd swirl her tongue around the tip a bit and continue back down. "Back side too, sweetheart." She followed his instructions almost without thinking, sliding her tongue up and down all over his cock, teasing it with the tip of her tongue and stroking him with the entire length of her tongue, from his testicles all the way to the tip, over and over and over again. Without realizing it, Jayna had begun to moan as she licked at the trooper. He grinned down at her. "Like that, huh, sweetheart? Yeah, I like it too. . you got it just right. You got a nice touch, honey. I knew that mouth was gonna be good to me." Jayna just moaned as she worked her tongue over his penis, which was beginning to drip a clear liquid from the tip. She was throbbing between her legs as well, now, and she had trouble remembering why she'd been so upset a few minutes ago. It had been so long since she'd been with a man . . . "Next lesson, lover. Now you start sucking. I don't want to feel your teeth, and I want you to suck HARD, you got it? Move your mouth back and forth, use your tongue a little. . oh yeah, that's it. ." He trailed off into a groan as Jayna began doing exactly as he'd said. She took his entire length into her mouth, gagging a little as it hit the back of her throat. She didn't care by now, though, and she began sucking at him as he'd told her. She slid her lips around as she sucked, and teased him with her tongue, tracing around the tip and feeling it move inside her mouth, sliding from cheek to cheek. "Oh yeah.. that's right, that's exactly right, you're doing great. . ." Jayna took his cock deep into her mouth, tasting its entire length and holding it there for a moment, before sliding back over it again, all the while sucking and teasing at it. He had grabbed hold of her hair and was holding her head, forcing her mouth down even further onto his erection. Jayna's eyes were watering and she began to gag a little, but she wouldn't stop sucking him. His hips began to move as he thrust forward, fucking her mouth. She could tell he was close to orgasm, and she wrapped her lips tight around his cock and sucked as hard as she could, just like he'd told her. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, that's RIGHT, that's RIGHT, you SLUT, you WHORE, you LOVE it, you NEED it, oh yes oh YES you SUCK it you SUCK it . . ." He punctuated his moans with thrusts, as he held Jayna's head tight and thrust into her mouth. Jayna felt something warm and sticky hit the back of her throat and she automatically began to swallow. It was several minutes before his spasms stopped, and by then she had his cum dripping down her mouth and onto her cleavage. The officer gasped and leaned forward, supporting his weight on the side of the car. Jayna, her eyes watering, slumped down and let her head rest against his legs as she caught her breath. After a moment, he looked down at her. "You liked that, didn't you?" Jayna nodded helplessly, desperately ashamed of herself. "Well, honey, that was the best blowjob I ever got from anyone, so congratulations." He helped her stand up against the car again, brushing the dirt and gravel off her skirt. Then he got a curious look in his eye, and he held her against the car while he reached with his other hand underneath her skirt. Jayna gasped, shocked, but squirmed helplessly since he was much stronger than she. She felt him pull her panties down and press his hand against her down there. "You're wet, sweetheart. You liked that a LOT." He grinned, and began to slide his finger back and forth over her clit. Jayna groaned and rocked forward. It felt soooo good, and she didn't care anymore about her job, or the traffic ticket, or the blowjob she'd just given, or anything at all, in fact. Her entire being was focused on the sensations coming from between her legs. The trooper's hand worked back and forth, sliding across her wet clit and occasionally probing up further inside her, for only about five minutes before Jayna's moans became higher-pitched and she began to shudder. Afterward, Jayna, gasping, opened her eyes and gazed at the man before her with a glazed expression. He smiled at her as he unlocked the handcuffs from behind her. "Now, honey, you promise me to go show some other man what I taught you, all right? And next time you have trouble with a traffic violation, you tell them you need to see Officer Caroski. I'll come take care of you." He winked and got in his car. Jayna couldn't move, still tingling and out of breath, as she leaned against her car and watched him drive away. Jayna was pulled over six times for speeding violations in the next month. She was ticketed for none of them.