Driving home late at night on an empty country road, a girl gets pulled over by the cops for speeding.
Author's note: Yes, she is just eighteen, and that's perfectly legal where she lives. The age to drink (and sell) alcohol in Alberta is eighteen years old. Because if you're old enough to serve in the military and get shot at for a living, you're bloody well old enough to drink a beer if you want!
I blame Taylor Swift. It was her I was singing along with at the top of my lungs, not paying attention to my speed on my way home from my shift at the bar. It was Friday night, late, and I should have expected the cops to be out in force... but I was taking the back way home, out in the middle of nowhere! They never patrolled out here! But tell that to the one behind me, red and blue lights flashing in my rearview.
I slowed right away, pulling over as soon as I found a wide enough part of the shoulder, where I wouldn't have to stop right in the middle of the road, and he pulled in behind me. I turned off the music, turned on my interior light, rolled down my window, and killed the engine; Dad had drilled me over and over again on what to do if I ever got pulled over, before he agreed to help me buy my car. But there were other lessons I'd learned since, lessons my father had never taught me. I quickly ran my fingers through my long, wavy blonde hair, and readjusted my firm, braless D-cup tits in my dress, giving my nipples a painful pinch to make sure they were poking out against the thin, stretchy black fabric. I pulled the hem up as well, showing off a good three-quarters of my long, slender thighs. I wet my lips, and smiled. I was eighteen years old, still in high school, working only two nights a week... and I was making a full-time wage, easily four times my salary in tips. And I had never once gotten a ticket for speeding, no matter how often the cops pulled me over for doing it!
“Do you know how fast you were going, miss?” he asked, sounding bored. I blinked up at him around the glare of his flashlight. He was in his forties... but sexy! Tall, broad-shouldered, and with just a little bit of grey in his dark brown, nearly black hair.
“I'm sorry constable... no, I don't,” I admitted, smiling bashfully up at him. “I was listening to my music... Taylor Swift,” I shrugged guiltily. Shrugging did interesting things to my boobs... that always worked! “I guess I must have gotten a little carried away, and lost track of my speed a bit.”
“Out of the car, miss...” he ordered. “And that's staff sergeant.” He tapped the insignia on his shoulder, three chevrons and a crown.
“Out of the...” I gasped. This was new! “Don't you need to see my licence, and—”
“Out of the car...” he growled. “Don't make me tell you again!”
“No, I—” I gulped. “Whatever you say, staff sergeant! I'm getting out now.” I undid my seatbelt and opened my door, making it clear I was making no sudden moves, but not so slowly that he would think I was being defiant. I stood, and he took me forcefully by my upper arm, making me gasp at the strength of his grip. He marched me back to the space between our cars, out of the way of traffic... not that there was any, at that time of night! He parked me right in front of the hood of his cruiser.
“Arms straight out to your sides. You have anything on you that's going to poke or cut me? Needles, knives... anything like that?” he demanded.
“No, staff sergeant, nothing like that!” I gulped, doing exactly as he said. He started with my hair, probing with his fingers to make sure I had nothing inside. Then he went lower. I'd been searched before, when going to concerts. It wasn't exactly pleasant, but I was used to it; an intrusive, but professional, pat-down. This... was not that. It started normally enough, with the blade of his hand running vertically down between my breasts, searching for anything I might have had hidden there. And then the same thing underneath, where the wire of a bra would have been, had I been wearing one. But then... he started lifting. Even that, could almost be excused; I wasn't exactly small, and it was definitely possible, at least in theory, that I might have had something hidden under there. But not when he started squeezing! I gasped, looking down in shock at what he was doing to me, needing to see the evidence of it with my own eyes, hardly able to believe it was actually happening! This was no normal search anymore... he was totally feeling me up! His big, strong fingers digging deeply into the flesh of my heavy, teenage tits! Kneading... playing! But... what could I do? He was a cop! He was already willing to assault me... how much worse might he do, if I told him to stop, or tried to fight back?
“Bend over, hands on the hood!” he commanded me next. I did as he said, his hands finally abandoning my breasts, tracing slowly, intimately down my sides, hips, and ass. I trembled, just trying not to let myself cry. He crouched down, encircling my thigh with his hands, just under the hem of my dress, sliding slowly down my leg. I wasn't wearing pantyhose, so it wasn't like I possibly could have had anything hidden there... but he did it anyways, one leg then the next, going through the motions as if this was still an actual search. He stood up again, grabbing the hem of my dress, yanking it up to my waist.
“You little whore!” he chuckled. “I just knew, the moment I saw you... there was no way a dirty little slut like you would be wearing panties!”
I hung my head in shame. This dress was far too tight and stretchy for them; even my tiniest little thong still showed a panty line. He grabbed my ass again, flesh on naked flesh this time, squeezing until it hurt, more and more, until I couldn't hold back my whimper. He laughed, then he spanked me, hard, making me yelp! Then... I heard the zipper.
He pushed inside, and my tears broke free. I didn't want them to.., but I couldn't help it. He was inside me, inside my most sacred, private place... and there was nothing I could do about it! He pulled down the tiny little spaghetti straps of my dress, freeing my boobs. He fondled them, squeezing them deep, painfully pinching and pulling on my nipples... but he seemed to like it even more just letting them hang free, watching them bouncing beneath me as he rapidly, violently had his way with me.
And the thing of it was... it actually felt good! No matter how much as I tried telling myself it didn't. He was big, and thick, and hard... he was hitting all my favourite spots. And my tits, shaking so forcefully beneath my chest, were developing a deep, pleasant burn. I bit my lip, trying as hard as I could to hold back... but the heat and pressure were building inside me, undeniable, inevitable. It was only a matter of time.
“That's it you little slut! Cum on that fucking cock!” he laughed again as I started to squeal, clenching around his thick, invading dick, as he forced me to cum against my will. I sobbed and shook... and it was only about thirty more seconds before it happened, the spasming of my tight little pussy more than he could take. He grunted and twitched, his hot, thick load bursting deep up inside of me.
“Consider this a warning, you little slut!” he laughed, spanking my ass again, before pulling out and tucking himself away. “Now get the fuck out of here! And if I ever catch you speeding again... next time, you'll be paying your ticket with that pretty little ass of yours, instead!”
I stood back up, wiping away my tears, pushing my dress back down to cover my shame, and tucking my boobs back inside. He stared lasciviously as I did it, grinning at me as I stumbled my way back into my car. I drove back home, a careful five clicks under the limit the entire way.
Dad wasn't home yet when I got in. I stripped off my dress, leaving it hanging over the chair at my make-up table, and got straight into the shower, turning it on as hot as I could stand. This time, I welcomed the tears, reliving every moment of it, over and over again. Finally, with not a single tear left to shed, I got out, dried off, and climbed into bed, wrapping myself tightly in my arms.
I heard Dad getting in downstairs, all the familiar sounds of him coming off shift, making sure the house was locked up tight for the night. The bedroom door opened, and I pretended to be asleep. I heard the quiet, soft sounds of him taking off his clothes, before he climbed naked into bed behind me, snuggling close.
“'Constable', hunh?” he growled, kissing the side of my neck. “I'll 'constable' you, you little brat!” He wrapped his arm around me, squeezing my breast, giving me a playful pinch on my nipple to make me squeak.
“What?” I giggled, squirming happily back against him. He was already hard again, I was proud to note; I guess he'd enjoyed our little role-play session just as much as I had! “You think some random civilian-girl would know what a staff sergeant insignia looks liked, if she didn't have a daddy who's a cop?”
“Probably not,” he laughed, moving to nibble lightly on my earlobe, making me moan. “That was what you wanted, baby?” he asked. “I didn't take it too far? With the name-calling, and the spanking...”
“It was perfect, Daddy!” I purred. “Exactly what I asked for... and even better than I imagined it would be!” I twisted around in his arms, kissing him passionately on the lips, lovingly stroking my hand against his amazing, sexy chest. “You got the video, from your dash-cam?”
“The one and only copy on my flash drive, all others completely erased from the system, exactly as promised,” he confirmed. “Do you want to watch it tonight?”
“Tomorrow,” I shook my head with a smile. “Tonight, I want to look you in your eyes, not be distracted by watching ourselves on a screen. Lay on your back, Daddy... you definitely earned yourself a reward tonight, and I know how much you love watching my titties bounce, when I ride you!”
“I think you're the one who earned the reward, baby... but far be it from me to disagree!” he teasingly bit my lip, making me giggle. I pushed on his shoulder, rolling him to his back and climbing up on top, reaching down to take him into my hand.
I moaned, my eyelids fluttering, eyes rolling back into my head as I lowered myself slowly down onto his shaft. “God, I love your cock, Daddy!” I gasped. It was so, so perfect... it was the only one I'd ever had, the only one I ever would, and it fit me perfectly! As it should, really, considering that he'd been the one who'd made me in the first place.
“Not half as much as I love your pussy, baby, believe me!” he groaned with pleasure as I began to ride, his hands softly, lovingly stroking my hips. I knew he wouldn't be able to restrain himself for long; soon he'd be squeezing and playing, deeply digging his fingers into my tits, so hard he'd nearly be leaving me with bruises... he just couldn't help himself, and I absolutely loved it! But he really did like watching them bounce, too. I arched my back and quickened my pace, giving him exactly what I knew he wanted... what he deserved!
I could still hardly believe how lucky I was, that my plan to seduce him had actually worked! I'd been thinking about it for so long... it had taken me years to finally gather up enough courage to actually go through with it! But he was mine now, he really, truly was! And I was good for him, I knew I was—much better than mom had ever been! Daddy could do anything he wanted to me, anything at all... because I loved him, and that was what he deserved. I would love him, and take care of him... and in another few months, once I graduated, he'd already promised I could go off my birth control, and he was going to put his babies in me, too! I was so excited... I could hardly wait! But more than anything, I was just so happy that Daddy was finally mine now, mine and only mine, mind, body, and soul, the same as I'd always, always been his, going as far back as I could remember. I was Daddy's good little girl... and I was never, ever going to let him go!