SOME GOOD FCKIN' STORIES

HOW TO ESCAPE A TICKET

I've worked my tushie off since I was sixteen. My parents agreed to match what I saved and when I turned eighteen, it would go towards a car. I saved every penny I earned. I turned eighteen two weeks ago. We had a difference of opinion on the type of vehicle I should get. They wanted me in something safe. I wanted a convertible. More specifically, the old one I found for a thousand bucks. I had more money than that, but if I could save most of my money, why not? It took some convincing for my dad to come with me to look at it. Against my mom's wishes, my dad took me anyway.

We got there and it was love at first sight. The woman came out and handed my dad the key. While he looked under the hood, I was inside. The car had ten thousand original miles, no rot, and had been garaged its entire life. My father couldn't find anything wrong with it. I know he tried. In the end, I had myself a 1994 Chrysler LeBaron convertible, emerald green with a tan top and tan interior. My dad drove it home and I drove his car.

After getting it road ready, I was free to drive. I drove everywhere. It didn't matter if my errand was five minutes down the road, it would take me an hour to reach my destination. I didn't always drive at the speed limit either. Who would when the wind is blowing your hair all over the place?

Like usual, I was out for a drive. It was nighttime and it was warm so I left the top down. It seemed I was the only one on the highway. I took full advantage of seeing how fast Green Goblin could go. I had just reached one hundred, when the red and blue lights flashed behind me.

"FCK." Between the empty road and the wind, no one heard me when I yelled.

Pulling over, I reached for my wallet to have my info ready. It felt like forever for this cop to exit his cruiser. I kept looking, but he or she wasn't moving. A body finally emerged, and he looked jacked. My dad taught me why they touched the back of a car. Leaving their fingerprints in case something goes wrong during the stop. Standing beside my car, I had to look up at him. I didn't say anything as I tried handing him my license and reg.

"Miss, do you know how fast you were going?"

There's no point in lying. "I had just hit a hundred when your lights came on."

"Are you being funny?" The truth angered him.

"No, sir. I wanted to see how fast Green Goblin could go."

"You named your car?"

"Ya. Doesn't everyone?"

"You do know I have to write you a ticket."

"Yep."

"No argument?"

"Unless we can settle this another way, I'll have to accept the ticket." There was a thousand bucks in my purse.

"Are you bribing me?"

"No. I would never think of such a thing. I was thinking of maybe a warning for my first time being pulled over."

"Hmph. How about I fck your brains out and we call it even?" You hear about cops doing things like this, but a female never thinks it will happen to them.

"Excuse me?" He was ffffiiiinnnneeeee. But, no. It's not right.

"You could suck my dck."

"Any other options? Money perhaps?"

"Nine hundred dollar ticket. Speeding won't be the only infraction." I had to think about it. I mean, that's a lot of money. I have that on me, but he won't accept it. A ticket of that amount could get my license suspended. On the other hand, being a bad girl for ten minutes can't be that bad.

"Right here, on my hood?"

"Follow me. If you think you're going to run, remember I have your info and when you are caught, there will be some jail time." He walked back to his car. Was I out of my mind? Absofckinlutely. I did it anyway and followed him to some random house.

"Yours?"

"Yep." There was no wasting time as he pulled me by the arm into his home.

"How does this work?" Obviously, I'm not the first female he's blackmailed. When he pulled his nightstick and held it up, I became worried.

"Are you kinky, Violet?" My middle reacted. The word kinky has never been coupled with my name, spoken by a beast of a man.

"You want to use that in me?"

"You catch on quick."

"Whatever." Fcking yes, I was scared. Acting as nonchalant as possible was the fastest way out of this predicament. He took my hand and led me to the bedroom.

"Get naked and on all fours."

Doing as he wanted, I must admit being scared and aroused at the same time are two conflicting emotions. Climbing behind me, he didn't speak as he fondled my butt cheeks. His thumb massaged my bootiehole. I jolted forward. Nothing has been there and I'll be damned if a complete stranger claims that. He continued anyway and I let him. It speaks volumes about my naughty girl. Never had I thought the two would be connected.

"Do you like foreplay, Violet?" Asking as he kissed one of my cheeks. The way my name rumbled from his lips caused my innards to clench up.

"If the guy knows how to perform, sure."

"I know how to put on a show."

Most guys just wanna fck like a jackrabbit right away. Not this cop. He had stopped playing with my backdoor and concentrated on loving the front door. Two long, thick fingers were wedged into my hole. The unhurried venture into my core caused me to arch my back and push out my crotch, taking the remainder of his thick fingers. My moans of pleasure made him accelerate as he discovered every inch he could reach.

Something was placed on my cl*t. "Hold this right there."

"What is... Oh." Once power was added, I knew what it was. His fingers pumped at the perfect speed and his thumb went back to exploring my bootiehole.

"I'm going to make you c*m." There was no need to announce it. All this stimulation t once, you fcking bet he was going to.

His thumb broke the seal. "OH FCK. YESSSS." Who knew a thumb in the bum was all it took?

With his fingers still deep in me, working their magic, he whispered in my ear. "How was that, Violet?"

"I've never felt a climax that strong before."

"Good. Lay on your back." He kissed me from my ear to my rump. Not moving, he gently pushed me and I went forward, losing his fingers in the process.

"What next?"

"Do you like to be cuffed, Violet?" With my name added at the end, I wanted to do anything he suggested.

"Never tried."

"Do you wanna, Violet?"

"Sure."

Cuffing my hand with the two sets already attached to the headboard. He bent my legs and spread them wide, cuffing them in place too. Picking up the nightstick, I nodded my approval. The hard black stick slid into me with no resistance and he smiled. It felt good, as it filled me. Just like that, it was gone and replaced with something bigger.

"Oh shht."

"Your p*ssy is gorgeous, Violet. If only you could see how the d*ldo looks, slick with your juice. The deeper I go, the wider your hole becomes. I can watch your lips spread all day long."

"Ah, ah." Bigger than the nightstick and anything else that had been up there before, I tried to relax and be the girl I am and take it.

"You like this, Violet? How about if I play with your nut, Violet?" He pinched my cl*t and his toy went deeper. He licked his lips and intently watched, obsessed with his actions.

"God."

"Tell me when you're gonna c*m, Violet."

"Why?"

"You'll see, Violet." No longer focused on my cl*t, he was doing something else while working his magic with the toy and I was getting close.

"I'm getting close."

"Perfect, Violet." The toy was gone and replaced with...

"OH MY GOD." Two things were happening. The toy disappeared and his elephant trunk took its place. Fcking humungous. So much bigger than the toy.

"I'm sorry. If I don't cuff a woman she stops me from going all the way."

Here's the second. "Org*sm." I don't know how he was doing it. His hands cupped my butt cheeks and he rolled my hips and his as he thrust into me.

"I'm not hurting you?" At first, but now it's an explosively good hurt.

"Fck no." I lied. It was too good to stop.

"Well then, I'm going to rock your world, Violet."

For the first time our lips met. His pace remained the same as he kissed and sucked my neck. Leaving hickeys all over.

"Do you like me?" I don't know his name. Breaking the law is a good reason to not give your name.

"Violet, you have no idea how much I love your walls rubbing my c*ck."

"Tell me your name?"

"Don't worry about it. It's not important."

"I'm c*mming again. I want to say your name."

"Zachary. My name is Zachary."

"Fck. Zach, oh." He picked up his pace. "ZACH. ZACH. OH, SHHT. FCK ME, ZACH. FINISH ME OFF, ZACH." I was in for a turbulent ending. His energy was wild, intense, and downright boisterous.

"VIOLET. YOU FEEL SO GOOD. UH. UH. UH. FCK YEA. MMMMMMMMMM. SSSSSSSSS. VIOLET, I'M C*MMING." Most guys will thrust a couple of times and then stop. Not Zach, he pumped every last drop into me.

Considering what he had just done, I asked. "About that ticket?"

"You're free to go. As soon as I uncuff you." He had stamina, I'll give him that. The entire encounter lasted three hours and the final hour was his deep in me.

"Maybe you can pull me over again sometime?"

"If I catch you going one mile over, your ass is mine, Violet."

"Cool. Can't wait."

He gave me a kiss, pulled out and uncuffed me. I got dressed and left. Wondering if I was ever going to feel him again.