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**************** The Iowa State Police *************************



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 by now 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 kneel down 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 
his 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.  








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