Ashley is driving home in a rural town at night and learns how to get out of a speeding ticket.
It was a quiet night in the small rural town. The sky above it was filled with stars, and a light breeze rustled through the trees. Ashley was driving home after getting some food at the local diner, humming to her favorite radio station as she sped down the empty highway. Her stomach growled contentedly, reminding her how much she had eaten. Little did she know, she was going faster than the posted speed limit.
A blur of blue and red lights flashed in her rearview mirror, making her heart skip a beat. Panic surged through her veins as she realized she had been caught speeding. Slowly, she pulled over onto the shoulder of the road, parking her car beside the white line. Trembling, she waited for the police officer to approach her window.
Moments later, a large police cruiser came to a stop behind her car. The door opened with a heavy metallic groan, revealing a tall, broad-shouldered man dressed in a crisp uniform. His name tag read, "Officer Trevor." He walked purposefully towards her car, his hands resting casually on his gun belt.
Ashley rolled down the window and tried to steady her breath as Officer Trevor leaned down to see her. She was eighteen years old, with blonde hair falling past her shoulders and DD cup breasts straining against her top. Her green eyes were wide with fright, and tears welled up in the corners.
"License and registration, please," Officer Trevor said gruffly, his voice deeper than she expected it to be. Ashley fumbled through her purse, handing him her documents and insurance card. "You were going eighty-five in a fifty zone, miss," he informed her, glancing over the papers. "That's quite a speed, don't you think?"
She nodded silently, her lower lip trembling. "I'm sorry, Officer. I must have missed the sign..." she trailed off, looking anywhere but at him. He regarded her coolly for a moment before smirking slightly.
Well, you know how it is," he said easily, leaning one broad shoulder against the side of her car. "These country roads can be tricky sometimes. Now, usually, we just give folks like yourself a warning... but I think it’s best you learn a lesson like this at your age...." He paused meaningfully. "I think I'd better write you a ticket."
Ashley gasped, her eyes going wide with horror. "No, please! I can't afford a ticket!" she cried, beginning to sob now. "My parents will kill me!" She leaned forward, her large breasts pressing against the steering wheel as she pleaded with him.
Officer Trevor raised an eyebrow, surprise registering briefly on his face. Most people weren't this worked up about getting a traffic ticket. But then again, most people weren't as young or attractive as this girl. He had to admit, he was enjoying this a little more than he probably should.
"Hmm," he mused, pretending to consider her plight. "Well, listen," he said, straightening up. "I might be able to work something out for you. You see, the state's been cracking down on speeders lately, and I'm afraid there's a good chance my captain would make me take you in if he saw this ticket. But..." He hesitated, letting her imagine the worst before continuing. "I might be able to help you out."
"If you'd be willing to step out of your car for a moment," he continued, "we could go over to my cruiser and talk. That way, we could avoid any trouble with your parents." His tone was reassuring, almost paternal. "And besides," he added with a wink, "it'll give you a chance to cool off after driving so fast."
Ashley looked uncertainly at Officer Trevor, her eyes darting between his face and the police cruiser. She didn't trust him, but she didn't want to get into trouble either. Slowly, she reached for the door handle and opened the car door. "Okay," she whispered, climbing out of the car.
Officer Trevor moved around to stand next to the driver's side, his gaze taking in the full length of her body as she stepped onto the gravel. Ashley was tiny, barely coming up to his chest, and her pajama shorts revealed much more of her smooth, toned legs than he had expected. Her low-cut tank top showed off ample cleavage and made it clear that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement at the thought of what else lay beneath those clothes.
"Just stand right there for a moment, okay?" he said, motioning to the hood of her car. "I need to make sure everything's okay before we go anywhere." Ashley did as she was told, placing her hands flat against the warm metal of her car. She felt exposed and vulnerable, but she trusted this officer... or so she thought.
As Officer Trevor began patting her down, his hands lingered longer than necessary on her ass and breasts. She tried not to react, afraid that if she made any sudden movements, he might become suspicious. But it was hard not to squirm when his fingers brushed against her nipples through her tank top.
When he finished, he stepped back and nodded in satisfaction. "Alright then," he said with a knowing grin. "Let's go talk about how I can help you avoid getting into trouble, shall we?"
"Come on this side of the car for me so we are out of traffic, darling," he says, guiding Ashley to the passenger side of the car, out of sight from the main road.
"Now," he said conversationally, "I was thinking... since this is your first offense and all..." He paused dramatically, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "I could look the other way if you did me a little favor." Ashley felt hope now that there may be a way to get out of the ticket. "What do you mean?" she asked eagerly.
"Well," he drawled, leaning casually against the car door next to her, "it would involve taking off that top of yours. Just for a minute or two, of course." His gaze dropped to her breasts, and his eyes gleamed with anticipation. "I'm sure it wouldn't hurt anyone, and once I see those pretty things, I promise I'll let you go without any further trouble."
Ashley hesitated, feeling torn between her instinctive modesty and her desperate desire to avoid a ticket. She glanced nervously around them, making sure no one else was nearby. Finally, she took a deep breath and nodded slowly. "Alright," she whispered. "But only if you promise not to tell anyone."
With shaking hands, she reached up and pulled off her tank top, placing it on the cruiser. Her breasts, round and firm, sprang free from their confines, glistening in the moonlight. Ashley blushed furiously as Officer Trevor's gaze raked over her body.
"There now," he purred, licking his lips. "That's much better." Without warning, he pulled out his cell phone and snapped several quick pictures of her. Ashley whimpered, covering her chest with her hands as he clicked away. "Just one more," he said, moving closer.
"Don't worry, sweetheart," he murmured darkly. "This is just between us." With a final click of the camera, he put his phone away and stepped back, his expression satisfied.
Ashley stared at him in horror, realizing what she had just done. She had trusted a police officer, a man sworn to uphold the law, and now she was standing here half-naked. And worse, she had no idea how far he would take things. Her heart raced in her chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She wanted to run, but she couldn't move.
Officer Trevor took another step closer, his gaze fixed on her exposed breasts. "Well, now that we've got that out of the way," he drawled, "why don't you let me take a proper look at them?" Before she could protest, his large hands were cupping her breasts. He kneaded them roughly, making her gasp in pain.
"That's it, darling," he growled, his voice rough with desire.
"Stop!" she sobbed, trying to pull away from him. "Please, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!" But he ignored her pleas, his lips wrapping around her nipple instead. He sucked hard, drawing it deep into his mouth. Ashley cried out in agony as he twisted it between his teeth, her body arching away from him in response to the intense sensation.
"See," he muttered through her breast, "you like it when I touch you. You like it when I hurt you." His other hand wandered lower, fingers dipping beneath the waistband of her pajama shorts to stroke her bare skin. Her panties were damp with fear and arousal.
"You want this, don't you?" he asked, his voice rough and hoarse. "You want me to fuck you right here?"
Ignoring her frantic protests, Officer Trevor leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "You know what they say about girls your age these days," he whispered, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. "They're nothing but sluts, begging for a real man to come along and take control. Isn't that right, sweetheart?"
With each word, his hands wandered higher up her body, cupping her breasts roughly, pinching her nipples until she cried out in pain and pleasure. "Isn't it time someone showed you your place?" he continued, grinding his hips against her. She could feel the hard length of his cock pressing against her thigh, demanding entry.
Ashley sobbed, her body trembling with fear and desire as she tried to pull away from him. But it was no use. He was stronger than her, and she couldn't deny his touch ignited a fire within her that she hadn't known existed. "Please..."
But Officer Trevor wasn't listening. His eyes were glassy with lust as he looked down at her, his chest heaving with exertion. "You know what I can do?" he growled. "I can make sure you get that ticket. I can send those pictures to everyone you know, your parents, your boss, hell I can probably find your grandma!" He laughed, wanting her to know that he didn’t care if he ruined her life.
Ashley went pale at the mention of her family. She whimpered and nodded frantically, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Okay," she whispered brokenly. "I'll do anything."
"Good girl," Officer Trevor purred, grinning wolfishly. With a rough shove, he pushed her roughly to her knees on the gravel. "Now," he said, unzipping his uniform pants, "show me what you've got."
Her face flushed with shame as he freed his massive erection, its length and girth making her gasp in surprise. But she knew there was no escape. She tentatively reached out and wrapped her hand around him, stroking up and down. He groaned loudly, thrusting into her grasp. "That's it," he growled, guiding her head towards his crotch. "Suck on it like you mean it."
Ashley hesitated for a moment, her lips brushing against the soft, silky skin of his cock. Officer Trevor's hips jerked forward, forcing contact. Her mouth opened wider, taking more of him inside. He moaned, his hands sliding into her hair, guiding her movements. "That's right," he murmured. "Now see if you can make me come with your pretty little mouth."
She began to bob her head up and down, sucking rhythmically as she took more of his length into her mouth. His cock felt hot and hard in her mouth, and she could taste the saltiness of his precum as it trickled down her throat. As she worked, she couldn't help but wonder what would happen if she didn't please him... if he decided she hadn't done enough. The thought terrified her.
But she pushed those thoughts aside, focusing instead on pleasing her tormentor. With each passing moment, he grew harder and more demanding, his hips bucking violently against her face. And as he neared climax, she knew there would be consequences if she didn't make him cum.
"Suck it!" he growled, wrapping his hand around the back of her head and forcing her mouth deeper onto his throbbing shaft. She choked and gagged as he thrust forward, his cock hitting the back of her throat. Her eyes watered, tears streaming down her cheeks as she tried desperately to breathe through the onslaught of his flesh.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he cried out, his body tensing violently. "Fuuuuck!" he groaned, thrusting one final time into her mouth as his seed flooded her throat. She felt like she was drowning in his release, struggling to swallow as wave after wave of hot, salty liquid filled her mouth.
When at last he pulled away, she collapsed bonelessly to the ground, coughing and sputtering, tears streaming down her face. "There," he said, stepping back with a satisfied smirk. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"
Officer Trevor pulled out his cell phone once more, snapping a few more pictures of Ashley, her face still flushed and her lips swollen from their encounter. When he finished, he tucked his phone away and nodded at her. "Now then," he drawled. "Let's see those pretty little shorts and panties come off."
Ashley looked up at him with wide, terrified eyes. Her whole body trembled as she began to obey. She slid her hands beneath the waistband of her pajama shorts and pushed them down over her hips, revealing her pale, smooth thighs and the neatly trimmed patch of hair above her pussy.
"Good girl," he crooned, eyeing her exposed pussy hungrily. "Now bend over the hood of my car for me, would you?" Without waiting for a response, he gestured toward the front of the car. Ashley did as she was told, hesitantly lowering herself onto the cool metal.
With a malicious grin, Officer Trevor stepped up behind her and slapped her right cheek as hard as he could. The sound echoed through the quiet night, and Ashley cried out in pain. But it was nothing compared to the burning sting that spread across her ass. He slapped her again, this time focusing on her left cheek.
"Ow!" she sobbed, burying her face in her arms. "Please, stop!" But he ignored her pleas, his hand moving between her legs instead. With a groan of satisfaction, he thrust two fingers deep inside her wet heat, curling them roughly as he began to finger-fuck her. She moaned and writhed beneath him, trying desperately not to make any more noise as tears streamed down her face.
"That's it," he growled, his voice hoarse with lust. "Let me hear how much you like it." His other hand came down hard on her ass, the sting of each slap echoing through her body as he drove his fingers deeper inside her.
Ashley whimpered and squirmed, feeling like she was losing control. She wanted to tell him to stop, but the fear held her tongue.
"Look at that," he purred, glancing down at her glistening folds. "You're so wet for me already. I guess you do like it rough." He pulled his fingers free and wiped them on her ass, smearing her arousal across her skin before spreading her cheeks.
Taking a second to line up and admire the juicy ass in front of him, one powerful thrust later he was buried to the hilt inside her and let out a low groan. Ashley cried out in pain and pleasure, her body arching away from the car as he took her roughly from behind. He began to move roughly, fucking her hard against the car as she struggled to breathe.
"That's it," he growled, his hips slamming into hers in time with his words. "Scream for me, you little slut." Ashley obeyed, her voice high and thin in the night air as tears streamed down her face. She could feel her pleasure rising, her body shuddering around him with each rough stroke.
As Officer Trevor continued to take her roughly from behind, Ashley hated every moment of it. She wanted to hate him, to hate what he was doing to her, but she couldn't deny the way her body was responding. The pleasure coursing through her veins was overwhelming, making it difficult to think straight.
Her ass stung from his slaps, but it only seemed to make her wetter, more desperate for him. She bit her lip to keep from moaning as he thrust deeper inside her, their bodies slapping together in rhythm. Her vision blurred, her mind spinning as the sensations built to a fever pitch.
She tried to fight back, to resist him, but every time she did, his rough treatment only made her want more. It was as if some dark, twisted part of her was reveling in the pain and humiliation, urging her to give in completely to his desires. And with each passing moment, it became harder and harder to refuse.
"That's right," he growled, his voice harsh with lust. "Take it, you little slut." He grasped her hair roughly, yanking her head back as he continued to fuck her. "Women like you, they just need a good man to show them their place."
With every thrust, he drove his point home, emphasizing his words with brutal force. Ashley whimpered and tried to pull away, but there was nowhere for her to go. She felt trapped, both physically and emotionally, as he used her body to get off.
Finally, with a loud grunt, Officer Trevor pulled free from her tight heat, leaving her gasping for air. She looked up at him, confused and hurt, as he leaned down and pushed her roughly onto the ground. Before she could react, he straddled her chest and positioned his engorged cock inches from her face.
"Say thank you," he growled.
Ashley didn't want to, but the sight of his throbbing member made her heart race and her mouth water. "Th-thank you," she stammered out, tears streaming down her face. He smiled cruelly and lowered himself, guiding his cock towards her open mouth. "That's a good girl," he purred, his voice rough with lust. Then, with one powerful thrust, he released his hot, salty cum directly into her mouth. Ashley choked and gagged as it filled her mouth, spilling down her chin and dripping onto her breasts.
When he finally pulled away, Ashley lay there on the ground, her body trembling with exhaustion and shame. As Officer Trevor stood up, adjusting himself, she looked up at him, fear and anger warring inside her. But before she could say anything, he offered her a sneer. "And remember," he drawled, stuffing her panties into his pocket, "if you ever try to ruin my career, I'll make sure I ruin your life."
With that final threat hanging in the air, he turned and walked briskly to his car. Ashley watched in horror as he climbed inside and started the engine, the headlights momentarily blinding her as they illuminated the night. Then, with a squeal of tires, he disappeared into the darkness, leaving her naked and covered in cum, sweat, and tears on the side of the road.