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(Mdom/f-teen, reluc) *** It was a cold November night. Misty had been invited to a party at her friend Kaye's house. She drove over to in her bight yellow 'stang arriving after the party was already in full swing. Rock music played loudly, about 20-something people crowded into the house. Misty started out with a mixed drink then a beer then another. She shared a joint with some guy then she ventured into a group snorting cocaine. She was feeling pretty good as she danced and flirted and then eventually passed out. She awoke around 12:30 an hour past her curfew. She was not only late, but her big tits were out of her bra her jeans and panties were off and cum was leaking down her inner-thighs. "Shit! I got fucked and I don't even remember it. I hope it was just one guy and not all of them,' she though. Misty got up off the floor and staggered out in just her black sheer stockings and skimpy Hooters t-shirt. She put her tits back in her bra and walked through the house collecting her black panties, blue jeans and heels. Misty finally stumbled into the bathroom and cleaned out her pussy as well as possible, got dressed and left for home. Home was an hour away, and the later she was the worse her punishment would be. Her mother could be especially harsh if she broke curfew. She punched the accelerator of her bright yellow mustang, getting up to 90 MPH within seconds. Then all of a sudden an unmarked police car turns the blue lights on and Misty pulls over, swearing under her breath. The officer walks up to her window and leans down, "License and proof of insurance please." Misty fumbles through her purse, finally finds the offending documents and hands them over to the officer. He walks back to his car and calls in to check her out, finding that she had no warrants he comes back to the driver's window and said, "Why were you in such a hurry?" Misty said, "I've got to get home, I'm late." She wasn't quite sure if she slurred her words, she hoped not. "Have you been drinking or doing drugs tonight?? "No sir!" "you smell like it. Step out of the car please." He escorts Misty to the rear of her car, "Okay, let's see how far you can walk a straight line." He points to the white line on the side of the road. Misty said, Okay officer, I can do that." Four steps later she stumbles and tries again. And she stumbles again. "Uuh, it's my heels, I'm not drunk, honest." Well then, take them off and try once more." "Oh no!" Misty protested, it's drizzling and cold and I've got a new pair of hose on." The officer stairs down at her sexy pumps then looks her up and down, "Okay, but I'll have to arrest you." He handcuffed her and then said, "Your heels will come off at the station." The officer put Misty in the back seat of his cruiser and drives to the police station. There he escorts her inside and down a long hall, her high heels echoing on the tile floor. He opens a door that says processing and he turns her around and removes her handcuffs, then helps her out of her denim jacket. Stand against the wall and spread your legs nice and wide." Misty asks, "Don't you have a woman officer do this?" "No," he replies. He starts at her shoulders and slowly works his way down her back and around her waste, then he groped her big tits several times, bring his hands down further and then proceeds to grope her firm healthy asscheeks. A not so quick massage of her crotch, rubbing her pussy through her jeans. Her pockets are searched and then his hands move down each thigh up and down real slow. After he was done his "pat down" it was mug shot time. She stood against the wall and he got a digital camera and snapped several photos of her. "Let's see, what do you have in your purse?" He empties it on the desk and sorts through the contents: A hair rush, makeup, keys, cigarettes, two lighters, rolling papers, birth control pills and condoms. As he paws through at the stuff on the desk he shakes his head. Then he walks to a file cabinet and takes out a pair of latex gloves, puts them on and then opens a tube of KY jelly and places it on the desk. Misty's eyes gets really big as she stairs at the tube of lube sitting on the desk in front of her. The office gets a small flashlight and then tells her to open her mouth and stick her tongue out. He inspects her mouth, "Just pretend that I'm the Doctor," he said under his breath. He pushes her thick blonde hair back and checks her ears, then he removes her earrings, necklace and finger rings and puts them with the rest of her stuff. She's told to sit in a metal chair and he hands her a cigarette and lights it for her. "Why are you stopping?" Misty asked. "I'm admiring you, and I like taking my time at these things," he said looking down at her. She was sitting with her legs wide and he was staring at the gap between her legs. Without saying anything he picked up the digital camera and snapped another couple of picture. Misty starts to wonder if there could be a way out of this, so finishes her cigarette and looks up at the office and smiles. He doesn't smile back, "Okay, raise your arms." Misty's skimpy shirt is pulled off over her head and he tosses onto the desk. Then he tells her to unfasten her bra, so does this without protest, looking him in the eye as her big double D's spring free. Misty is becoming more and more hopeful now. This guy must be in his late forties, maybe she could "convince" him not to book her. The officer moves close and gropes Misty's breasts. He picks them up and inspects them, he plays with her nipples, making them hard. Another picture is taken. Misty is happy to pose for him. A little nervously she watches him kneel down in front of her as he grasps her right ankle and lifts it, gently pulling her shoe off. He inspects the show then sets it to the side, then removes the other one, saying, "I told you those would come off,: he smiled for the first time. "Now stand up and undo your jeans." Misty readily stood and doffed her pants, she pulled them down she stepped out of them as another picture was taken. He told her to remove her panties, which she did, hope of freedom ever rising, exposing her clean shaven pussy. More pictures were taken and she's told to put her heels back on and instructed to walk around the room. Misty was happy to oblige, while the officer took pictures she posed in sexy positions and tried to look like she was turned on by him. Actually she was a little. Then the officer told to sit down again and take heels off. He instructs Misty to remove her stockings, exposing the creamy white flesh of her thighs. More pictures are taken, then he tells her to climb up onto the desk. At this point Misty is truly aroused. She would never have thought that some old guy could get her hot, maybe it was a power thing. Misty looked over her shoulder and watched the officer put KY lube on his fingers and then move up to her back. She jumped as two fingers are inserted into her cunt. Then three and four are sawed in and out of her, making her moan with pleasure. This old dude is kinda cool she thought to herself. After he'd performed a rectal 'exam" he began to massage her clit then there was a rustling sound where she could hear his belt buckle hit the floor and warm flesh pushed against her bottom. She knew what was coming and didn't mind, especially since there was no way he was going to try and book her now. Then the shove came and he sank deeply into her with a loud grunt. Misty felt his hands grip her hips and he started to really pump away. She looked down beneath her body to see his balls swinging with each thrust, this was getting really cool. Then a loud gasp and the officer's body tensed and he thrust one last time and grunted two or three times as her filled Misty's cunt tunnel with one more load of cum that night. The officer finally pulled out and stood back, Misty still on her hands a knees looked around to see him resting against a file cabinet, his boner beginning to sag. Yes, she thought. It's better to be really, really late getting home than to getting arrested for drinking and driving. Grateful that everything worked out, the teenager swung her body off the table and she knelt in front of the officer and cleaned his limp dick with her mouth and tongue. Of course that lead to another "exam" and Misty didn't get home until the wee hours of the morning. END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 38