Don't Drink and Drive

“Do you know you were weaving back and forth across lanes miss?”

“Oh my, officer,” I said batting my long, full eyelashes, “I had no idea, I guess I wasn’t paying attention.” I tried to pour my charm on thick, trying to convince the officer that I was a good girl. I handed him my license and registration, as I fussed and twisted my long locks of golden blonde hair.

He stood well over 6″ tall on the shoulder of the road, with his face high up out of my sight, but his zipper was at eye level. I couldn’t help glancing at his rather large package that was tightly concealed in his dark blue police uniform. In his hand, he held his flashlight, which could have doubled as a night stick, and on his other side hung a pistol holstered to his belt, which held a radio, hand-cuffs, pepper-spray, and other objects of protection. I could see his bullet proof vest under his uniform which made him look even more powerful.

“You also ran two stop signs and were driving very erratically,” the officer continued, as he checked over my driver’s license and shinned his light into my blue-green eyes.It wasn’t easy making “pretty eyes” while I was being blinded by his flashlight, and especially after midnight when I had a few drinks earlier in the evening at a bar with some friends. Somehow I managed to remain calm as I hiked up my thin, white shorts and adjusted my perky, C-cup sized breasts as he watched my every move. His flashlight moved from my face to my thighs and followed my hand as I lifted and shifted the hem just a little more.

“Honestly sir, I didn’t notice the stop sign,” I pleaded. “If there’s anything I can…”

“Have you been drinking?” he asked and leaned down towards my face.

“I had a drink or two earlier, but I assure you, I’m not drunk.”

“What’s your name miss?” the officer asked in a even deeper tone of voice, and staring directly into my face.

“Tayla, but everyone calls me Candy,” I said in my sexiest voice. “And what is your name?” I asked with a huge smile.

“Brown,” he said. “Captain John Brown, Tulsa PD. Now I’m going to have to ask you to step outside the vehicle Candy.”

Reluctantly, I opened my car door and stepped out onto the pavement, stumbling slightly as I did. He seemed angry that he had to pull me over, and never smiled at all, still I kept my composure, and insisted, “I’m not drunk.” But I knew in the back of my mind that I was well over the legal limit, still I felt assured in my driving abilities.

Captain Brown was a large man indeed. I was a lean stature of 5′8″ and 130lbs, but he was still much taller than me, standing at least 6′4″ or maybe more. He had light brown hair which was short and tapered around to the back. He was a nicely aged older man, maybe late 30’s to early 40’s. He continued to stare at me with his eyes fixed on my face, as I stared at his sturdy, masculine chin, his well groomed moustache and smooth cheeks. I wanted to wrap my arms around him tightly and inhale the aroma from his aftershave.His deep, authoritive voice, brought me out of my daydream, “I’m going to run you through a few sobriety test and hopefully I can let you go home. It shouldn’t take long Candy.”

“Oh no, I hope it doesn’t take too long,” I said, playing up to his good side. “I have to meet some friends later.”

He acted as if he had heard it all before. Women trying to flirt their way out of a ticket. ”I had no idea I was doing anything wrong. Please, I promise to be more careful,” I said standing seductively and leaning lightly towards his patrol car. I hoped that maybe a little bartering, flirting and I’d be on my way home.

When the test began I sang the alphabet, walked a straight line, runway style, and even touched my nose one finger at a time while licking my ruby red lip-stick covered lips. I shifted my eyes from his eyes, to his growing erection and giggled then joked, “Oh no, not the breathalyzer.”

“Candy, please turn around and put you hands on the car. Feet apart.” When I refused to comply to his orders, he forcefully grabbed me by my hair and one arm, then laid me over the hood of his car for a full body search.Brown failed to find humor in my little display, and appeared more angry than before. I too quickly changed my tune and began cussing at him, telling him what a sorry excuse he was, and how I paid his salary, so he should be protecting me, not harassing me.

“You sorry son-of-bitch, I hate you, you fucking pig. Asshole!!! Fuck you!!! I wish I could cut your fucking throat!!” I shouted at him as he continued his rough search of my body. I tried to fight against him, but my efforts were in vain, but I still continued cussing like a sailor at him.

Pinned under his body weight, unable to move, I decided I would be better off to just cooperate and get things over with. I obeyed, and the Captain partially released his hold on me and began frisking me up and down my body with his muscular hands. His warm hands touched my ankles and slowly patted his way up my naked legs. As his touch reached the hem of my shorts, I arched my back and pushed my ass out to meet him. His thick fingers swiped my pussy gently and wrapped around my waistband, feeling every possible place to conceal an object. Standing behind me, he lifted my shirt and felt my back. His cologne floated heavily through the air, making me to take deep breaths in and out. Before I knew it, his hands were around my body and feeling my breast, making my nipples stand at attention. When he leaned against me to check my arms and wrists, his stiff cock pressed tightly against my ass. I moved against him submissively.

“Is that your night stick, or are you enjoying this as much as I am?” I teasingly taunted him.

“Well Candy, you passed the field sobriety test, but I smell alcohol on you. I’ll need to take you to the station.” Captain Brown escorted me to his patrol car, “Watch your head,” he added, assisting me into the back seat.

Once in the driver seat, Brown called on the radio and requested a private conference room using code numbers too hard to decipher.

At the station he took me to a small room with only a desk and two folding chairs. They were too uncomfortable to sit on, so I propped my ass against the desk instead. There was a large mirror on the wall next to me, which I used to see how my hair looked, and re-adjusted my tits in my bra so that they stood out more. I thought it was cute how Brown, a serious policeman, tried desperately to remain un-aroused with my femininity. I turned on my heels and faced Brown, locking my gaze to his. I was too adorable to refuse.

“I really hope this isn’t going to take long,” I said impatiently. “I really do have friends waiting for me. Can I at least call them?”

“Sorry Candy, cell phones are forbidden in the building. This’ll only take a few more minutes. I need to do a cavity search on you. Would you please remove your clothes?”

“A strip search for a traffic violation?” Shocked and afraid, I snapped, “I’m not wearing any…Oh fuck it!”

I had enough liquor in me that I felt at ease, and without hesitation I removed my black halter-top. My pale-white C-sized breasts were just the right size and firm, with erect nipples that pointed to the ceiling. Then I peeled off my Daisy duke shorts and stepped out of them. I could tell he was staring at my beautiful heart shaped ass, and my smoothly shaven vagina. My moist pussy lips were puckered and protruding. I stood within arms length of him revealing every inch of my naked body. I felt naughty for not wearing panties, but yet it was very exciting and I couldn’t help admiring myself in the full length mirror. I looked over and caught another glance at the Captain standing at attention.

Folding my arms and cupping my supple breasts I asked, “This floor is cold, can I leave my shoes on?”

“Yes you can. Now open your mouth, he said as he picked up a pair of rubber gloves and snapped them on. He shinned a light into my mouth as he looked inside and made me lift my tongue. He ran his gloved finger along my gum line and to the back of my throat. As he began to remove his finger from my mouth, I closed my lips and gently sucked on his finger.

Again, he asked me to face away from him, “Hands on the table and feet apart.” Brown pushed my legs even further apart and began frisking me once again. Much slower and indiscreetly this time.

“I’m naked. What could I be hiding? Why are frisking me?” I ask, almost protesting and becoming angry again.

Suddenly I squealed as his thick fingers separated my ass cheeks, jabbing and stretching my anal passage. First a single finger, then a second.

“This may be a little uncomfortable,” Brown warned too late.

“Yes,” I answered half agreeing and half approving.

My breathing was getting heavy and I could feel his fingers bear down on my asshole. The pressure was like a dizzying rush and it was making me weak. With his fingers still implanted deep within me, Brown rose behind me and I could feel another finger touching my wet pussy. He slowly spread my wet lips apart and inserted two fingers. He slowly rotated his fingers around my cervix, and then pushed his fingers deep inside my cunt walls until he touched the bottom. He withdrew his fingers and pulled some of the cum from my cunt and wiped it around my ass so his other finger would slide deeper into my ass. He stuck two fingers back in my ass, two fingers in my pussy and used his thumb to begin massaging my clit. The more excited I became the more sober my body was becoming.

Brown had his long 9″ thick cock ready to shove inside my cavities. The thought of this sexy officer touching and fondling me was making me so horny that I felt faint. When he pulled his fingers out my ass and cunt, my knees buckled and I fell back. He grabbed me around my thin waist, as he guided his ridged cock up my tight little hairless cunt. I was laying face down on the table, with my ass high in the air. I lifted my hips upward, presenting my ass for him to spank. He was deep in me, working his cock slowly in and out of my tight pussy as his finger stuck deep in my tight asshole.

“Oh Captain,… I’ve been such a bad girl.” I moaned out loud as he slapped me hard across the ass. “I promise I’ll be a good girl from now on.”

I could see my reflection in the mirror, and watched as Brown stuck his skewer in my pussy and began fucking vigorously, while still working his finger in and out my ass. I was loving the double penetration. I could feel his fingers touching his cock between my womb and my ass. It felt as though he would wear through the barrier, tearing me a new ass hole. He continued his assault, pumping and shaking his hips and pelvis into my tight, wet pussy. Fighting and forcing his fingers further up my ass. His left hand was around my waist supporting me as he thrust harder and deeper. My legs clamped around his ass as if to win a wheel barrel race.

I moved against his rampant thrusts, challenging his strength. Defying his authority. Groaning and shouting cliches and sayings like; “Protect me. Serve me John…” and “Enforce yourself on me Captain… I’ve been a naughty girl.”

He was very handsome and refined, but in the mirror his face looked more threatening and crooked. Boys are fun and energetic. Older men are sexy and respectful. This man was an animal. Captain John Brown was officer, judge , jury and executioner.

“I’m a criminal, Captain,” I cried. “Punish me,” I shouted as his thrust became deeper and more powerful.

John was hot in the mirror, but when I looked at myself lying there face down, spread eagle around this seasoned professionals waist, I fell in lust with myself. Just the sight of myself having elicit sex with a stranger made me cum. My tummy smacked the table as John’s grip fell from my waist. The quick, unexpected jolt forced me to a spastic orgasm and the shock raised me to new and higher levels of pleasure. My pussy tightened up and grabbed his cock with such force, he knew I had cam. I was becoming more sober with each thrust. My head was no longer spinning, and I was beginning to realized what I was actually doing.“I’m not sure if you’re sober yet, so put your hands out Candy,” he commanded.

I obeyed and he slapped the cuffs on me and flipped me over on my back. It hurt, but yet it felt so right. He was being very forceful and too strong to resist his arrest. His fingers and his cock were gliding in and out of my soft pussy and ass. In and out. Sometimes in unison, sometimes at different depths. I cam again and again.
His withdrew his fingers from my ass and slowly slid his swollen cock deep in my ass and began slowly pumping in and out as his hand played with my clit. His other hand was on my shoulders, with his thumb clenching my throat. He wanted me to look him in the eye as he practiced this sordid display of police brutality. It hurt everywhere, but I was loving it. I was whimpering and my face was twisted as tears began streaming down my cheeks. I was fully sober now, as John used his whole body weight to force his cock deeper into my ass. He ran his fingers up my pussy and pulled cum out to rub across my clit, making it swell until I exploded in a force that made me scream out loud.“I promise, I’ll never drink and drive again!!”

John pulled his dick from my ass, stroked it a few times and shot cum on my smoothly shaven cunt. Another splashed on my belly button ring. “Bull’s eye,” I said. A third and fourth shot into my hair and onto my lips. I touch his dick between my arched feet and pull yet more hot semen from his fading erection.
He removed his plastic, cum soaked gloves and tossed them into the trashcan, and then picked up a towel to wipe himself and me off. Still handcuffed I kneeled before him and stared desirably at his midsection.

“You are truly one of Tulsa’s finest officers,” I said and kissed his shriveled cock. Licking his balls and sucking the tips of his fingers, I whispered gently, “I definitely have sober up.”

“Okay then, I’ll let you go with a warning this time, since you seem to be sorry that you messed up. But remember, I won’t let you off so easy next time.” Reaching into his wallet he smiled, but still was serious. “Here’s my card. Call me if you ever decide to drink again, and maybe I can help you sober up before you drive.”

“Thanks for sobering me up, officer.”

“Not a problem miss. I’m just doing my job, keeping these streets safe.”

He chauffeured me to my car and let me go. Kissing my knuckles, he gallantly held my car door open and waited for me to put my seat belt on before returning to his car.