Pulled Over

[wehstar]

Dan drove down the street in his car, humming along the the radio.

"What a day I've had," he mumbles to himself as he turns a corner into a semi-industrial, run down, area of town. He reaches out to the left and finds the box on the passenger seat, removing a juicy piece of fried chicken. He could feel the healthiness enter his veins as he bit into his nutritious evening meal.

As Dan drove down the dimly lit street, his eyes were drawn to the tight fitting clothing of the street whores as he passed by them, nibbling away at his meal, "mmm, nice..." he mutters. Taking a right, struggling to shift gear with one hand holding a chicken leg, Dan notices a blue light flash in his rear view mirror.

"Damn, the police, " he thumps the steering wheel as he pulls over, trying to think what he had done, and if kerb crawling is still a crime these days, not that he had even stopped. But then looking into the right wing mirror at the authorative figure approaching, an interested grin works its way to his face...

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Dan Groves
No fixed profession, works general temporary jobs
5'6, White, 30 yrs
Brown hair, Blue eyes, Stubbly face
Dressed in blue jeans and a white shirt

Open to a female cop, and we'll see where it goes from there. Lets try and make it interesting.
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[Katamari Roller]

"So! Seems 'tis a boring a night, ain't it?"

I put my arm on the car's roof, and leaned down to look at the driver. A young man, in fact too young for the kind of thing he was doing. I hadn't seen someone this young kerb crawling ever before. Usually, it was those guys in their fourties or fifties with bitchy wives (I would know, they usually talked that talk while excusing themselves).

And besides, why would be this one in particular be kerb crawling? He was not ugly enough that he had to forego going to discos and pubs. I checked him out openly, one of the perks of being a cop, and leaned a bit further in to get a good look at his face. My breasts squeezed themselves against the windowframe, and I moved back a bit, the steel a bit too cold.

"Now, care to explain what you doing 'round here, mister? Specially while juggling some chicken legs?"

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Lara Morrison
Beat cop
5'8, White, 27 yrs
Red long hair in a ponytail, green eyes, pretty good curves and quite busty with a respectable D
Wearing dark blue trousers and cap, and a lighter blue blouse, usual uniform.

 

[wehstar]

"Me?"

The thing he noticed the most about that figure were the full breasts, particularly as they briefly squashed themselves up against the window. Dan didn't know where to look, particularly as she confidently examined him, and the cars contents enough to notice his meal. Perhaps if he was polite and respectable, there would be no need for her to look up any of his history.

"Erm, yes ma'am, I'm terribly sorry. It's not what it looks like, no. This...this is a shortcut home for me, from work. I've had a busy day, in a rush to get to bed, I just thought I'd head through the drive through..."

Winding down the window, letting a little of the cold air in, he held the box to the window. As the smell would have hit her nose, he spoke

"Would you like one, officer?" not realising how ridiculous that sounded.

 

[Katamari Roller]

I grinned to myself, noticing him staring at my breasts. They were something I was quite proud of, and just for tonight I had decided not to wear a bra. Bras were not guaranteed to actually keep them from sagging, I had read somewhere, so hey, this is a free country.

A free country with generous people. I took one chicken leg, and bit down on it. Tasty. I had not had anything for dinner yet, and it was getting a bit late. In a few hours, I would be back home having a healthy breakfast, but I still had some rounds to do, and what do you know... it's been a boring night so far, and nothing to put in my mouth.

"So, yer in a hurry..." I stepped off the car, and putting my hands in my trouser pockets walked away a bit, towards the front of the car. Now, I was an officer of the law, and this guy had been driving while distracted. It was not a mobile phone, Ok, but still he had something in his hands and I had noticed his driving suffered a bit. It would be dangerous to go on driving like that...

I moved back to the window, and grinned at him. I had the perfect excuses. Leaning back inside, I crossed my arms under my breasts, knowing the effect they tended to have on guys. "You know, it would be pretty irresponsible to let you drive on like that, with those chicken legs distracting you, you know...?"

 

[wehstar]

Was I imagining it? Or was this uniformed woman a natural temptress? And was she wearing a bra?

When she walked, hands in pockets, the material on her trousers stretched over the curves on her arse. Fine. What about the way she locked her lips eating that chicken? Plus, the way she folded her arms, accentuating her tits. She wants it, surely.

I was tired, and when I'm tired I get horny. A woman in a uniform is bound to set my head flying, especially after that stripper at Nathan's stag party last month. As her attention drew back to the inside of my car, I placed the chicken box onto my lap, trying to make any arousal not so obvious.

"Well, I'm sorry officer. I understand that I shouldn't be eating and driving like that, I can only apologise. Maybe I should throw this box away. Besides, my appetite seems to be drawing towards a sweeter taste anyhow."

I hoped she wouldn't take any further action, I couldn't do with any fines or anything like that. She wouldn't have any powers to take the car or anything like that, would she?

 

[Katamari Roller]

Ohoho... so he wanted something sweeter now, did he? Well, perhaps I could provide. Truth was, seeing him place the chicken box on his lap was quite a turn-on, because I knew perfectly what he was hiding. He was not the first one to do that... but this time, I actually wanted what was there.

I grinned naughtily, as I stretched my back a bit, arching it, and making my ass visible from behind my torso. "Well, perhaps I should take some precautions to make sure you don't drive with that distraction there... what do you mean with something sweeter? Perhaps I can tell you where to get something."

There. That was vague enough he could not say I was trying to tempt him if he didn't actually want it. But if he did want some sex, boy, was he in for a good one. I had not had any in two weeks, and I must admit my sexual drive is quite powerful...

 

[wehstar]

Could she make it any more obvious that she wanted to fuck me?
On the other hand, that was my dick speaking wasn't it?

The main thing to remember here, is not to get into any trouble; and to stop thinking about those handcuffs.

"Erm. Sweet? I guess I was thinking ice cream. It's OK, I think I have some in. If not, I can stop by the 24/7 at the end of my street..."

 

[Katamari Roller]

"You have some in, you say? You mean here, or at your house?"

Seemed he had picked up the idea. Or perhaps not. I was being obvious enough , though, so whatever he said next would probably be the final confirmation. God, I wanted him to be direct now! I was starting to quite like his body, and dislike his clothes...

 

[wehstar]

"No, no not in the car. It would melt. Yes, at my house. I think I have some."

"Why do you ask?"

The thought of ice cream on her tits overwhelmed his mind, as he fidgeted nervously on the car, readjusting the chicken box.

This seemed to be an uneasy standoff, with undoubted sexual tension.

 

[Katamari Roller]

Jesus. A standoff. He wanted me to begin this? Boy, was he naive. An officer couldn't go around molesting people, as much as some people liked to believe.

"Oh, you know... it's just I might have an idea of where you can get something very sweet... very close by..."

My voice turned low and sensual with that 'very'. I wanted him to know fully well what my intentions were. Because this was it. If he didn't want to start something... then I would do it. There was no other choice left, and I really wanted him. As for the ice-cream, screw it... although imagining myself licking off a small mountain of white, creamy ice-cream was as erotic as it could get...

 

[wehstar]

"Sweet? Like your ass?"

Fuck. What did he have to say something like that for?

"I'm sorry officer, I didn't mean to, I mean, it was a little joke!"

 

[Katamari Roller]

I stopped grinning. Oh, not because I was offended...

I simply turned my head, and resting one of my arms back on the car's roof, I leaned forward a bit more, introducing more of my tits into the car. The first two buttons of my blouse were undone, so up-close there was a good bit of cleavage. But nothing more than good. I also turned my head back, as if to look at my ass, although actually I was just listening intently to what he would answer to my question.

"Oh, really? A joke? So... my ass... is not sweet?" I spoke in a slightly saddened voice, as if I felt let down by his appreciation of my ass. I knew perfectly that it was pretty fucking good, this was just... inching a finger forward first to check out the terrain...

 

[wehstar]

This was impossible. What could I do?

Making a move on her was not an option. Here I was, in a known prostitution area, wanting to get my hands on a lone, extremely fuckable, female cop? If she was playing games she could probably have me thrown in jail at the drop of a hat. So option one is out.

Option 2: Drive away. This is a non-starter.

Option 3: Remain as polite as possible, whilst the temptress arches her back, leaning in that sensual way.

"Well, officer..." her badge so close to my face I could read it "... Morrison. Well, erm. I'm sure you are very attractive, but I wouldn't be so disrespectful to look. I mean, that uniform, it doesn't mean nothing to me. It's about respect. Yes, respect, that's right."

As I spoke, it took all my concentration to avoid staring so obviously at those bountiful breasts, my back rigid and firm against the seat, as was my neck, amongst other things.

 

[Katamari Roller]

"I see... so you are saying that, even if I took my uniform, you wouldn't tell me if I am attractive? I mean... suppose that I took off my pants. Wouldn't you tell me if I'm attractive? Of course... if you feel embarrassed... we can go somewhere so I can show you my ass."

I put a hand on my butt to illustrate the point, caressing it gently, more for him to see than for me to feel. God, he was really giving me a tough time. Now, where could one go to not have trouble with the law? There were a couple places. For starters, my car (nobody sane in this neighbourhood would come close). And then there were a couple warehouses, and even a parking...

 

[wehstar]

"You know, I wouldn't want to disapoint you. And I'm sure I wouldn't be embarassed. I would like nothing more that to, to, see that. But are you sure you want to be alone with me? This is a rough neighbourhood - I could be anyone."

 

[Katamari Roller]

I grinned to myself, thinking. There was only one way to solve what he suggested... and it sounded too convenient for him not to have thought of it before. And fuck, I was a cop, and it sounded so kinky, and I happened to have something with me.

"How about... I cuff you, then? Then again... who knows... I could be one of those brutal cops, beating people... perhaps you should cuff me, and not viceversa..."

 

[wehstar]

Now that sounded too good to be true.

She toyed with me, probably knowing full well how turned on I am, how I want to rip off her clothes, take those cuffs and chain her in a warehouse; fucking her with that stick resting in her belt whilst she sucked me off. It's a good job that chicken box is where it is.

Still, being handcuffed, with her in control sounded good too. She obviously has desires, and probably a kinky side.

"I guess I don't have a choice, " I smile, hoping I get what's coming to me.

 

[Katamari Roller]

I smiled widely. I had secured some fun for tonight's shift.

"Good... then, follow me in your car."

I hurried back to my car, my butt bouncing a bit as I jogged back. I definitely needed a good fuck, and I was definitely going to get it. And in less than half an hour, because the warehouse I was thinking of was pretty damn close. I turned on the engine, and moved my car in front of his, before going off for the warehouse.

The warehouse was big enough to house both cars in, and it had an old office up in the second floor with a desk, a chair, and a sofa. All in all, prime one-nighter material. The windows were still intact, so no chills, and it was easy to get in when the door only closed from the interior.

I parked my car in the dark hall of the warehouse, where the machinery used to be, and sat on my car's front, waiting for my 'victim' to arrive.

 

[wehstar]

Any thoughts of driving off when she asked me to follow her were removed as my eyes watched her ass, soon promised to be exposed bare, moved gracefully as Officer Morrison headed off to her vehicle.

As I drove off, I chucked the box of chicken onto the floor. My appetitite was strong for the policewoman now, food was irrelevant. I followed around the corners carefully, concentrating on her car, and the road, as opposed to the thoughts whizzing through my head. When she entered the warehouse, I parked next to hers, and it went darker as the garage doors shut. I couldn't help but notice her on the car when I drove in. She was such a tease, a real professional.

Once parked, I switched off the ignition, and stepped out of the car, licking my lips.

 

[Katamari Roller]

I smiled naughtily at him as he came close... and decided to do some approaching of my own. I stepped off the car and towards him, with my hands on my hips to accentuate their swaying. When he licked his lips... my God, that really turned me on. Nothing like a lascivious gesture to get things going.

Before he could say anything, my hand darted out for his crotch, and grabbed it. Moving my face really close to his, I licked my lips in a somewhat exaggerated manner... but with a pretty understandable message, as my other hand started unzipping his jeans.

 

[wehstar]

Unlike her public flirting ten minutes ago, she was now as direct as any woman I have ever come across. Her hand squeezed the erection I had maintained so long through the denim of my jeans, causing me to instantly sigh, realisation of what the little monster had craved all that time. She wasted no time on my fly as she began to loosen my clothing.

"Well, Ms Police-Lady, what do I call you tonight?"

My right hand reaches out for her ass as my left heads to take a grope of those tits I've been thinking about since they puckered up against my window earlier on today.

"And how long until you have to check back in at the station?"

 

[Katamari Roller]

"Well... you could call me slut... but I guess that you want my true name." I winked at him before stepping closer and kissing his jaw. That part of a human body always attracted my attention. A jaw always told you a lot about the person that wore it, or better yet... about their body. This was firm, not too sharp but not too round either, and his skin had an interesting taste to it.

I introduced a hand through his zipper, and started rubbing his member through his underwear. Mmmmhhhh... it was so hot, and already hard... I could tell I would have a lot of fun with him. Leaning forwards, I licked his earlobe, and whispered throatily, my arousal already making itself known.

"And what should I call you tonight?"

I made that 'I' more insistent with a squeeze, and stepped closer to him. His hand touched my breasts, groping and squeezing, and I sighed in pleasure. Nothing like a man's touch on my flesh to make me feel good. I really wanted to do something about them... but then he also started groping my ass, and I groaned a bit. Fuck, tonight I was going to really go wild on this guy. The pressure on my flesh, the roughness of his hands touching me through my clothes... I could tell he would love to pound into me while grabbing them. They always did, and I couldn't complain, because I loved feeling them inside me, or on me...

 

[wehstar]

So, she called herself slut, and chose not to respond to any questions about when she had to check in: I guess she was about the here and now.

As the policewoman stepped closer, her footsteps could be heard echoing around the abandoned warehouse room. My senses were tuned into the noise that the little chain between the handcuffs made as they hung from her belt. As she moved, so did her shadow, cast by the moonlight from a window where some boarding had moved down. Everywhere around the warehouse there seemed to be places to bind somebody in inconceivable positions, and places to bend over an officer of the law whilst fucking her stupid.

The feisty red-head was wasting no time as I felt her sharp breaths on my face whilst my attention was drawn to the slow, firm strokes on my boxers. My cock twitched in both delight of what was happening and anticipation of what was to come. She was full of desire, no mistake could be made. She inspected me closely, with her alluring green eyes, and with her lips and tongue.

Was this the luckiest night of my life? Well, certainly not the way I thought I would be getting any action tonight, that's for sure. Taking full advantage my hands roamed freely, unhindered, across that body. Through her clothes I explored and squeezed at her body as I had needed to when she flirted with me in the street.

Then... it was going to come... and I had invited it unwittingly by asking her the same question. My name? She did not really care, or she would have asked before. Or had she? Had she checked on my car's registration plate? No, if she had, she would not be here - not with my record. Not that anything had stuck, the judge knew that those cheap whores were lying; besides, they liked it like that really.

Pulling her to me quickly, ravenously kissing her neck as my hands explored the hot body before me, I moved to her ear, whispering.

"Lee. You can call me Lee Martin, slut..." A false name would be safer, but it was a risk. I hoped she hadn't called in the number.

 

[Katamari Roller]

I giggled at his explorations, and at him calling me a 'slut'. You could be as much as feminist as you wanted, but right now, I was a slut and no mistake to it. I wanted to fuck this man, and I wanted him to fuck me. Rough, wild, wet sex. No better way to spend a night.

My bare hand squeezed the hot bulge in my hands. It kept growing longer and harder, and I finally decided to liberate him of his cage. Lee Martin... nice name, but sounded a bit too topical, like he had given me a fake one. Well, no matter, it was normal for him not to want to give me his true name.

My other hand descended to his pants, and I panted on his ear, already feeling my arousal make itself present. My hot breath bathed his skin, and my own nipples grew harder under his hands and my blouse. When it brushed against them, I slammed my lower body against his, and I felt his bulge against my crotch. I grinned at him like a predator, pressing myself against his bulge as his belt clinked, before opening. His jeans fell down, revealing his underwear, and his bulge.

"It must be painful down there... perhaps this slut cop could help you with that...?"

I felt hot all over, my body feeling somewhat numb but for the parts that really gave me pleasure. My pussy was on fire, and my hard nipples send me tiny pangs of pleasure when he brushed them...

 

[wehstar]

"It must be painful down there... perhaps this slut cop could help you with that...?"

It was a statement that needed no answer. She unbuckled my belt, my jeans falling down around my ankles, exposing my legs to the slight chill of the air. I leant slighlty against her car, ensuring my balance was stable. I held out my hands to those breasts I prized so dear, already unbuttoned at the top, I began to unbutton her more. One, two buttons went, exposing her milky flesh, no bra - there must have been a reason for that.

"You found this place quite conveniently. Do you do this often?" It was true, she seemed to know exactly where she was heading. I'm beginning to think that maybe I should start driving around this part of town more frequently.

My hands work themselves under the remaining buttons, accidentally popping one off the thread and onto the floor as I handle those handfuls. Kneading them, I watch her eyes as I go, the way the glimmers of moonlight shining into the warehouse make them shine. It was a full moon tonight, perhaps that explains a few things. My hands removed the final few buttons from that blouse as I felt her working away below.

Her stomach exposed, those delightful orbs, so firm and inviting, begged for attention, I had good reason for licking my lips earlier on.