It was late at night on a Monday in South Louisiana. The moon was full and air hot and sticky. You had just worked the last five nights and it did not look like you were getting a break anytime soon. You sat in your patrol unit, which was parked outside a large warehouse, and browsed social media hoping for something to pique your interest and help get through this long night. You sigh loudly and close the laptop hoping that maybe someone will blatantly run the stop sign positioned adjacent the warehouse.
Several vehicles pass but they all dutifully stop at the intersection and use all proper turn signals and all other traffic laws which does not help the boredom. You decide to step out of your patrol unit and smoke a cigarette. While getting out, your belt snags on the steering wheel of your Ford Explorer and almost comes off. This was a common issue with this vehicle particularly for women with assets. You stand up and fix the belt, noticing your pants need adjusting around your boots. You shake your head wondering if men have any of these issues with uniforms. You grab your waistband and shake your hips to fix the pants causing your ample backside to jiggle and bounce. You instinctively look around to see if anyone noticed, but just like your husband at home all is silent.
As you light the cigarette, your mind wanders to why your bedroom at home is so dead. You know you are not a supermodel or porn-star, but you have it where it counts and that dumbass at home should be lucky. You try to hype yourself up about it, but the truth is you have not felt very feminine or attractive for a while. The uniform does nothing for your size C tits while at the same time making your curvy hourglass figure disappear behind a rig belt and buttons. After adjusting all the necessary uniform things, you take a few more puffs on the cigarette and flick it into the gravel parking lot. Out of the corner of your eye, a bright red blur goes flying past the stop sign. You quickly jump back into your patrol unit and take off after it.
You catch up to the vehicle surprisingly quick and after turning on your blues it pulls right over into an abandoned gas station. You find it slightly odd that they park all the way behind the building but at least they are not running. You make your usual approach to the vehicle shining your flashlight into the flashy red Challenger. The first thing you notice is the loud blaring techno music and what looks like smoke pouring out the cracked driver side window. You shake your head, thinking you are about to step into a bunch of paperwork before knocking on the window. The window rolls down and the smoke continues to pour out making you curious how the driver even saw the road. The smoke smells sweet and candy-like and you immediately feel a warm sensation as you breathe it in and prepare to ask for the driver’s credentials. The driver waves his hand clearing some of the smoke and leans towards the window with a giant grin on his face. He has dark black hair and a mischievous glint to his eyes as he asks, “What seems to be the problem, Mrs. Officer?”
You make your introduction as a police officer and advise him of the missed stop sign. “Oh, I am so sorry about that, I am not paying attention.” He motions between his legs and you can see bright blue hair attached to a very busty and very naked woman. She is not even slightly bothered or disturbed by your presence and is working very hard on the man’s ample member. Even as a seasoned police officer, you are startled at how open the man is about the situation and are perplexed at what to do next. You look back at your patrol unit and contemplate just letting them finish and driving away but curiosity gets the best of you and you turn back to the man. “Can I get your license and registration?” You ask while attempting to not stare at the woman who is bobbing up and down with apparently no gag reflex. The man continues to smile at you and consents to the question, reaching into the center console. This movement disrupts the woman, who readjusts and sits up on her knees revealing her large DD breasts with swollen hard nipples and fully exposed.
You can see she is wearing a pink thong that hugs her hips and she has pouty full lips and big blue eyes. She looks at you like she is still hungry, and you feel warmth between your legs suddenly. You have never been fully into women but being hungrily stared at by a woman whose body looks like it was made for sex kind of makes your mind wander. You quickly shake off the rising sexual tension and ask the man what is taking so long for the information. He apologizes and hands you his driver’s license. You finally take your eyes off the blue haired bimbo long enough to see he is only wearing an unbuttoned silk shirt with his rock-hard member still at attention. You grab the license and immediately notice it is covered in a slimy film.
As you take the license back to your patrol unit to run it, you notice the slimy film has the same sweet candy smell as the smoke. You get back into your unit and lick your fingers and the warm feeling that was growing between your legs goes into overdrive. You grip the door handle tightly and feel the pulsing and heat between your legs like an animal craving food. You wonder what the heck is in that slimy syrup before there is a tap on the glass. You look out the window to see the man’s cock at eye level fully erect and perfectly shaped. It was not the biggest you had ever seen but it looked like it was the most delicious thing you had ever seen. You keep your composure and open the door ordering the man back to his vehicle. He hesitates and you get out of the unit to escort him back to the vehicle when your belt snags again and almost slides off.
You grab it before it hits the ground, but your vulnerable position is immediately taken advantage of by the man. He gets behind you and grabs your chest and pushes you down bent over with your face buried into your driver seat. You try to fight back but all your rig is now on the parking lot and the man gets a hold of your arm and twists it pinning it behind your back. He whispers in your ear, “We can do this the hard way if need be, but I know you don’t want that.” You attempt to scream and give commands, but your body seems to be resisting your mind. You are hoping that giant cock is about to be forced inside you while also realizing you are in danger. “Here, take some medicine it will make it all better.” He says as you hear someone else approach who you assume is the blue haired bimbo. You feel a sharp stab in your arm and the warmness between your legs becomes overpowering. You begin to feel drowsy and stop resisting, barely even realizing your pants being removed and the man dragging you to his vehicle. The last recollection you have before going to sleep is being in the smoke-filled Challenger’s back seat and hearing the engine roar.
You awake on a silk sheeted bed with your hands and feet bound. You cannot see much of the surroundings in the dark but can hear sex and smell oils, lubes, and drugs in the air. You struggle against the bindings, but it is a fruitless effort. You try to analyze the bindings and see chains attached to leather wrist and ankle straps that run through ring holes on the sides of the bed. Your eyes start to adjust to the dark slightly and you can begin to see around the room. Large elaborate tapestries adorn the walls with very little furniture apart from the large bed and one chest of drawers along the wall. You can see your uniform folded and placed on top of the chest and realize at that moment you are fully naked.
The door opens and a silhouette of a man stands in the doorway and reaches for a switch on the wall. The lights in the room slowly illuminate and reveal the man from the Challenger still just wearing that un-buttoned silk shirt and nothing else. He is smoking a vape blowing huge clouds which makes sense from the traffic stop and approaches your right side. He drinks in your naked figure and his cock throbs and twitches as his gaze stops on your chest and hips, respectively. “Are you comfortable my dear?” He asks while smiling. You momentarily forget you are being held captive, and feel your body preparing itself for him. Your body is on fire still from whatever they gave you and the wetness between your legs is glistening. “Oh, someone is happy to see me.” He says playfully as he traces his fingers up your thighs and across your clit. “I am so glad you stopped me when you did, you see I was on the way to my house for a party and I had forgotten a party favor.” His tone shifted as he leveled his eyes at yours. “Such a fine specimen such as yourself is wasted as an officer of the law, you have the body of a goddess and should be ravaged by anyone lucky enough to have you.” His hands linger on your thighs as he speaks tracing them up and down.
“Anyways, I wanted to make sure you were comfortable and ready for guests. If there is anything you need, get my assistant to help you. You met her already.” He motioned to the door as he spoke, and the blue haired bimbo appeared. You try to form words, but they escape you as his fingers find your clit and start to massage. “What was that dear you are going to have to speak up if you need something.” He said as his pointer finger slid into your soaking wet pussy. You moan loudly and the bimbo enters the room getting on the bed with you. She throws her leg over you and slides up straddling your face. She is not wearing the thong anymore and from how wet her pussy is you can tell she has been busy. Your mind is racing and trying to fight the sensations flooding your body but the second her sweet juices fill your nostrils and tongue you stop fighting. She starts to grind on your face, and you take in her delicious cum while the man begins to spread your pussy and slide two fingers inside you. You attempt to spread your legs more for him and shyly let your tongue lap up the juice dripping from the bimbo.
She moans a little and begins to grind faster while the man gets on the bed. You hardly notice he is not fingering you anymore when his dick is thrust inside you. You moan and scream slightly into the bimbo’s cunt and she lets her weight go muffling your scream. Once you stop, the grinding starts anew, and the man’s dick fills your pussy up fully. He starts to stroke and each one sends waves of pleasure through your body. You begin to eagerly flick your tongue on the bimbo and feel the muscles in her pussy clench as she orgasms all over your face. After she finished, the bimbo gets off you and stands on the side of the bed teasing your nipples and allowing you to see the man stroking his hard-on into your wet neglected pussy. It does not take many strokes before you can feel the orgasm building. Before the numbness and boring aspects of marriage kicked in, you used to cum like a geyser from your husband and you can already tell one of those is coming.
You begin to whimper ever so slightly and then the moan builds as you start to cum. It squirts out of you as he thrusts into you deep and holds it there. His hands roughly grab your thighs and hold himself deep in you as you buck your hips to get every single inch of him. After you collapse back on the bed he begins again and this time with a faster tempo. You try to match him using whatever you can to get his dick deeper with every stroke as your nipples are pinched and sucked on by the bimbo. He begins to grunt as he strokes, and you get even wetter in anticipation of being filled with his cum. He leans forward and bites your left tit and slides his hands under your big sexy ass and grips it tight as you feel the throbbing inside you. He moans and grunts one more time and you feel his dick throb and pulse and orgasm inside. He sits up and slides out that smile on his face widening again. “Yes, you will be an excellent party favor.” He gets up and off the bed and walks to the door. “Do not worry about your job, you will be returned exactly where we found you before your shift is up.” He smiles warmly again after saying that and leaves the room. The bimbo gets up and walks to the doorway and loudly announces “Next Please!”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ikgvzd/the_traffic_stop