Hailey Gets Pulled Over

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Oca 13, 2023 // By:analsex // No Comment

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I was driving home from getting my hair done thinking of my sexy black neighbor Mr. Chapman. I showed up to my appointment late because of traffic and almost had to give up my spot, but the appointment after me arrived early so my hairdresser took care of her first and then did me after. I got myself a cute bob with bangs, like Ramona Flowers from Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World. I kept the color my natural red instead of doing anything neon like Ramona. Traffic had lightened up by the time I left my appointment, so I was cruising home with my new do and a flurry of thoughts. The last time I saw Mr. Chapman, my sexy neighbor, he was in his hot tub and I watched him from my window. It was a perfectly innocent exchange and… Okay, I’m lying. I watched him masturbate in his hot tub while he watched me do the same from my bedroom window. There, I said it. That was almost a week ago at this point, and he’s been stuck in my head since. I had only really known him for about two weeks.By ‘know’ him I mean got plowed by his massive dong and haven’t stopped thinking about it. I would have reached out to him to see if he wanted to get coffee or, I don’t know, plow me again, but even if I had his contact info I’m not sure I would have had the courage to ask. Before I met him I was basically a virgin. After I met him I became an insatiable horndog. Ever since our fateful night where he caught me skinny dipping in his pool I haven’t been able to get him out of my head. Every night when I get home I check out my window for any signs of him, but I’m rarely rewarded. Did he work nights? Was he out of town? Was he avoiding me? I didn’t know, and I had no way of finding out. Oh well, c’est la vie. Red and blue lights filled my car. I heard the whoop whoop! of a police siren. My eyes flashed down to my speedometer. I was going eighty. I wasn’t sure what the speed limit was, but I was positive it wasn’t eighty. “Shit,” I said as my heart pounded in my chest. I signaled and pulled over, slowing to a stop in a wooded area of road just before my neighborhood. Great, I was so close. I definitely would have slowed down once I got to houses, but he got me while I was distracted. I sighed and put my hands at ten and two after rolling down my windows.The officer pulled up behind me and stopped. He stayed in his vehicle for a bit, probably checking my plates. I got ready to dish out the waterworks. I opened my eyes wide and stopped myself from blinking to get them to tear up. I didn’t have the money to pay for a speeding ticket and my parents would be pissed to have to cover it for me. I heard a car door slam as the officer stepped out of his vehicle and came around to the passenger’s side of my car. He rested his forearm on the edge of the window and leaned down to look at me.“License, registration and proof of insurance please,” he said, shining his flashlight directly into my eyes.“Sure officer, can I go for my glove box?” I asked. I didn’t want to spook him by just reaching for it. Some cops are testy.“Go ahead, ma’am,” he said. I leaned over, suddenly self conscious of how low cut my top was, and thought the officer got a good view of my cleavage as I reached for my papers. Maybe that’ll help me get out of a ticket, I joked to myself. I grabbed everything in my glove box and pulled all of it into my lap, sorting through papers to find what he had asked for. Then I pulled my license out of my purse and handed it over istanbul travesti along with my registration and proof of insurance. He snatched it up and glanced at it.“You have any idea how fast you were going?” he asked as he shined his flashlight at my papers. If I admitted I was speeding, he’d surely give me a ticket. If I said I didn’t know how fast I was going, that implied I was being reckless and he might ticket me anyway. I considered lying and saying I knew I was going the speed limit, but that probably wouldn’t work either. Instead, I stared at the wheel and kept my eyes open, trying to get more tears to come.“I clocked you going about eighty in a fifty. That could be a very expensive fine, Miss Hailey,” he said. Something about the way he said my name sounded familiar. It couldn’t be. I leaned over again and tried to get a better look at the officer. He shined his light back into my face. “Mr. Chapman? Is that you?” I asked, squinting into the light.“That’s Officer Chapman, ma’am,” he said. He shined his flashlight away from my eyes so I could see him. He smiled and winked.“Oh god, you really had me going for a second!” I laughed. “Wait, you’re a cop?”“Yes ma’am,” he said, leaning over and resting his forearms on the side of my passenger side window again. “But that night when we… y’know… you were in a suit and everything,” I said.“I had just got back from a funeral,” he said.“Oh, I’m sorry.”“Nah, you made my night a lot better,” he said. I smiled at him as I recalled that night. “But ma’am, we need to talk about this speeding ticket you’re about to get,” he said, putting his authoritative voice back on. My smile faded.“Yeah, I suppose you’ve got a job to do. Sorry, I was just trying to-”“I understand a young college kid may not be able to afford such an expensive ticket. I’d hate to put a bright-eyed girl like you into a bind, so maybe we can come to some other arrangement?”He couldn’t be serious. Was he still on duty? Was his dash cam running? I was parked on the side of the road in a major suburb, what if someone saw us? Though I supposed if he was suggesting it he probably had answers to all those questions and knew what he was doing. I put on my most breathy Marylin Monroe voice to help sell the act.“Why, surely officer, there must be some agreement we can come to. I don’t know how I’d be able to pay such an outrageous fine otherwise,” I said, doing my best to play along. He snorted at my voice and tried to hold back a smile.“Step out of the car for me, ma’am,” he said. “Why, yes sir,” I said, opening my door and exiting the vehicle.“Come around to this side, please. We don’t want you getting hurt by traffic,” he said.“Why, of course not officer,” I said. He snorted again. I walked around the front of my car and faced him, arching my back to push my chest toward him and show off my low cut top.“Please put your hands on the hood, ma’am.” I turned to face my car, placing both my hands on top of it. “Spread your legs a bit for me.”“Why, whatever for?” I asked, already complying.“I’m gonna have to check you for a weapon. Standard procedure, you understand.”“Of course, officer, whatever you have to do,” I said, holding back laughter at my own breathy voice. I wasn’t sure if it was doing anything for him, but at least it made it clear I was playing along. He stepped forward and placed his hands on my hips. I looked at him over my shoulder as istanbul travesti he ‘patted me down’. His hands went from my hips and down each leg, patting his way down with both hands on either side of my left leg before doing the same to my right. I was wearing a miniskirt, so his pats quickly went to bare flesh. As his hands patted up my thighs he lifted my skirt, took a handful of my booty and squeezed it before sliding his fingers down and under me to delicately rub my vagina through my panties. A pulse of warm electricity went through me. I let out a soft moan.“Everything all right, ma’am?” “Oh yes officer, please continue,” I said, giving him a coy, pouty smirk as I finished the sentence. He averted his eyes, and I saw his cheeks tense up as he tried not to laugh. My skirt fell back into place and his hands continued up my body. First, he patted my sides up to my armpits, then reached around my body and patted my breasts.“My, my, what do we have here?” he said, cupping them and squeezing through the fabric of my padded bra.“What is it, officer?” I asked.“Seems like you’ve got some heavy artillery here,” he said. He gave my breasts a few quick lifts, as if feeling their weight. “I’m sorry ma’am, but I’m afraid I’m gonna have to see what these are to ensure my own safety.”He turned me around and unbuttoned my top. I looked up at him and put on my best oh-no-I-hope-I’m-not-in-trouble face, but I felt my cheeks tense from holding back a smile. Once the last button was undone, he spread my top open and looked at my creamy white skin the way a fat kid looks at donuts. His big, warm hands grabbed me by the waist and slid up my ribs. I felt his fingers crawl behind me, and before I knew it the familiar support from my bra was gone. As his hands came back around my ribs, so did my bra, and my natural E cups became bare.With a flick of his wrist he tossed my bra into the passenger’s side window and took both my bare breasts in his hands. I kept looking into his eyes, watching his hungry looks as he felt my breasts for the first time since our crazy night two weeks ago. I moaned and chewed on my lower lip. “I missed you,” I said. He kneeled down in front of me so he was head level with my breasts. Being over a foot taller than me, he didn’t have much choice. I smiled as he leaned forward and took one of my perky pink nipples into his mouth, pressing his face against my breast and letting it mold around him. Hot damn, his mouth felt good. I ran my fingers behind his head, feeling the tight curls of his black hair and encouraging him to keep sucking on my nipple.With his free hand he clutched my other breast, squeezing it and jiggling it against his face while he sucked on me. It felt so good and yet so bad. He’s a cop? Is he even allowed to do this? How does he afford a fancy house like his on a cop’s salary? Maybe he was a high class stripper that dressed like a cop. And had a cop car. And a badge. And a gun. If that were even true, would it be better?His mouth switched to my other breast and sucked with more fervor. I had already learned he was a boob guy, but our first encounter he didn’t get the chance to suck on my nipples and he was definitely making up for it. The way he nuzzled into my heavy breasts, sucking and pulling with his lips, showed it was clearly something he wanted to do for a while. I pushed my arms together, letting my biceps squeeze my istanbul travesti breasts and plump them up for him. That’s it baby, enjoy them, they’re all for you.He cupped one in each hand and put his face between them, sticking his tongue out and licking over my cleavage while periodically sucking my pale breast flesh into his mouth. I heard him groan, low and loud, almost like a growl. “You like those, officer?” I asked, my fake Marylin Monroe voice gone. He growled again in response. I smiled at the power my chest had over him, enough to turn him into a hungry animal. Were all boob guys like this, or had I found someone special?I reached down and undid his belt. He stopped me, but then undid his zipper. Maybe because of all the gear on his belt he didn’t want it to come off. I wasn’t sure, but I reached into his fly and dug around until I pulled his long, black shaft through. It was already thickening, but not quite hard, so I was able to pull it out without causing him any discomfort. He stood up and pushed his hips forward. “Get on your knees and put your hands behind your head,” he said. I raised an eyebrow at the command and kneeled down, interlacing my fingers behind my head like he asked. While his blood was clearly heading that direction, he wasn’t completely hard yet, so I thought it would be fun to suck him deeply into my throat. It would difficult without my hands, but that was just going to make it more fun. He was long, so I had to lower my face quite a bit to get his tip in my mouth before regaining my posture and sucking him deeper. He groaned in approval and that only encouraged me to go farther. I felt the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat and my gag reflex kicked in.I pulled my head back and blinked away the tears that formed at my eyes, then slowly pushed him back down my throat. His dick brushed against that sensitive part of my throat again, and I felt my neck muscles clench around his shaft as they tried to expel him out. He moaned as I gagged. I pulled my head up so that only his tip was in my mouth and sucked on it while I caught my breath.His big hands weaved through my bright red hair but didn’t apply any pressure on the back of my head. “I like your haircut,” he whispered.“Fankoo,” I mumbled around his swollen cock head. I relaxed my throat and slowly sucked him into my mouth again. He was firming up and almost to the point where I knew I wouldn’t be able to fit him anymore, so I wanted to make it count. I pushed my face down his throbbing shaft, wiggling my tongue under the belly of his cock as I did. One of his hands thumped on the roof of my car.I felt him brush against my gag reflex once more and I held it there. My throat wanted to react, but I waited. Slowly, patiently, I pushed him past that barrier in my throat that was trying to keep him from going any deeper. I felt my neck swell as he gradually slid deeper down. I climbed my face down his shaft with my lips like I was slurping spaghetti until my nose touched his pelvis and his heavy balls rested on my chin.I did it. I actually managed to deepthroat my hung as fuck black neighbor. He wasn’t completely hard yet, but I was still proud of the accomplishment all the same. I pulled back a few inches and then slid back down, letting his full length enjoy the warm, tight confines of my throat.“Holy shit, baby,” he groaned, applying gentle pressure on the back of my head now to encourage me to stay deep. I felt him swelling inside my mouth. Any second now he’d be hard as a rock and I’d be choking on him, so I slid my face back up his long shaft and left a thick coat of saliva in my wake. I smiled up at him teary eyed because of the effort I went through to hold back my gag reflex. 

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