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o This part of my collection offers a very wide variety of stories. o
o They have been submitted by people from all over the world. Also from o
o alt.sex.stories (Newsgroups). There is no particular order to this o
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o browse around and find 'little' surprises, and topics that you might o
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Arrested (MF, nc?)
by Anonymous (c) 1991
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The cop was having a hard day, and the sarge knew it. He'd a ready filed
2 Justification for Use of Force reports because he'd had to restrain one
particularly obnoxious ( and malodorous!) drunk, and had broken the wrist
of a smash and grab artist who decided to try to carve him up. The
Lieutenant was not pleased with him: he had just caused him another 3
hours of paperwork. So the sarge, a street wise veteran who was known for
looking out for his men, detailed the weary cop to radar duty on a quiet
stretch of interstate. This stretch of road needed no police supervision,
it hardly got any traffic since the new superhighway had been put in. But
it would get the cop out of the station and off the Lt's mind, and would
also let him finish out his tour in relative peace. He'd be able to just
sit in the radio patrol car and listen to the radio, relaxing until it
was time to turn in the RPC and go off duty.
The cop gladly accepted the assignment. He grabbed his baton and
flashlight off the desk where he'd left them, and headed out to the
parking lot.
Settling into the RPC, he jammed his baton between the seats and stuck
his Maglite into the recharger. He picked up the radio mic and informed
Dispatch that 86-12 was in service, and pulled out into the night.
On his way to his assigned post, he stopped at the 7-Eleven on 7th, where
the night clerk always bounced for a large coffee. He picked up his
coffee, went to the cash, and gave the clerk a dollar bill. Smiling back
at him, the clerk handed him back 4 quarters. It wouldn't do for an IAD
hack to get the wrong idea.
Five minutes later he pulled the RPC into the hide, and informed dispatch
of his location. The dispatcher acknowledged, smiling to himself. He'd
already been advised by the sarge that 86-12 was not to be sent any
routine calls for service. 86-12 was strictly 'hands-off' for the rest of
the tour.
The patrolman activated his radar and sat back, sipping his coffee. 2
more hours, and he'd be starting a 3 day weekend.
The radar bleeped, and registered 85 just as a low slung late model Ford
roared past. The cop was in a forgiving mood, but 85 was too much. He
spun his wheels pulling out of the hide, activating the overhead light
bar out of habit. He pulled up a car length behind the speeding Ford, and
bleeped the siren twice. The driver got the message, and slowly pulled to
the curb.
The cop hit the spotlight, and let his experienced eyes scan the car's
interior. One occupant, apparently female, both hands in sight gripping
the wheel nervously. He checked the plate against the hot sheet he'd
memorized at roll call, came up with a blank. He was reaching for the mic
to call in for wants and warrants just because the regs said he had to,
then discarded the idea. He really didn't want to issue any cites
tonight, he'd just warn the driver sternly and let it go, so he could get
back to relaxing in the hide.
He opened the door and stepped out, after making sure he had both
spotlights on, the red and blue lights flashing and the alley lights
activated. If he were wrong about this one, she wouldn't be able to see
through the curtain of light to get off a shot.
He approached the car from the passenger's side, and knocked on the
window. The woman jumped, expecting to see him coming from the left side.
He smiled to himself at her reaction, and waited for the window to roll
down.
"Going a little fast weren't you? 85's a bit much for this road," he
said.
"I'm sorry officer, I just hate driving alone at night," the driver
replied.
Looking at her close up, the cop could see she was quite attractive. He
was having a problem keeping his eyes off her large breasts, and the fact
that she was wearing a V-neck without anything on underneath it was not
helping matters any.
"Step out of the car, please," he requested. She did, and followed him
back to the RPC, surely expecting to be given a summons, and clearly
anticipating the effect of even more points going onto her license. She
knew her insurance company would drop her if she got another ticket,
they'd as much as told her so. They'd muttered something about assigned
risk categories, and such.
When they were both in the RPC, the cop knew he was in serious trouble.
In addition to gorgeous tits, the female driver had wonderful legs, which
were being shown off by a tight miniskirt and high heels. He quickly
launched into his spiel, going through it by rote. How many times had he
said the same things to other speeders? He wasn't sure he could remember.
As he continued, the woman got more and more upset. The cop noticed, and
this began to excite him...a beautiful woman alone with him in the RPC,
clearly willing to do anything to avoid the ticket she thought she was
going to get after the verbal harangue.
As he spoke, an idea began to form. "Miss, take your sweater off. Now!"
The woman stared at him a second, the commanding tone exciting her. Then
she did as was told, remembering times past when she had been made to
submit. And relishing the memories.
The cop gazed hungrily at her exposed tits, his eyes drawn to the golden
rings suspended from her nipples. He told her quickly that if she pleased
him, and did exactly what she was told, she could avoid the ticket.
The now excited woman looked back, and demurely answered, "Yes, sir."
The cop then ordered her to suck his cock, and as she bent over to unzip
him thought that this was the reason he had become a cop. He loved the
power.
He pushed her face down into his lap, and then quickly yanked it up
again. "I told you to suck, not lick, you cunt!" He reached across and
slapped her tits,raising a nice shade of pink on the soft flesh. He had
grown much bolder after having seen the rings--he understood what they
meant.
He slapped the cuffs on her, making them slightly too tight. He threw
open the door, and dragged her outside. He opened the rear door, and made
her kneel,chest on the seat. He told her that she had been bad, and would
have to pay as he slipped off her skirt, exposing her beautiful ass. The
skin was a soft white, but would not remain that way for long. Telling
her to count out loud,he began to spank her, slowly at first, then
faster.
She began to count out loud as she had been told, and her voice began to
quiver as the spanking grew more intense. Still, it was obvious to the
cop that she was enjoying the humiliation of being spanked in a police
car on the side of the interstate.
At last he stopped, and drew out his turgid cock. He rubbed along the
crack of her ass, and told her that if she fucked well, he would reward
her. He slid his shaft into her dripping cunt, then pulled out and
quickly inserted it in her ass.
Her ass was tight, and warm...she squirmed as he entered her, but knew
better than to make a sound. She was nice and tight, and the cop grew
harder the deeper he went.
He started to stroke in and out, fucking his new slave's ass.
Occasionally he would reach forward, and tweak her nipples, and pull on
her rings. She began to moan from the pleasure, and he pinched her clit
hard, reminding her he hadn't given her permission to make any noise.
(Continued...?)