My Encounter with the Highway Patrol Officer

As I pulled over on the quiet country road, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease. The bright red Ferrari, with its top down and my straight blonde hair blowing free in the slipstream, was a tempting target for a traffic cop.

I had been driving for what felt like an eternity, and the last thing I wanted was to get pulled over. I had stayed late at the office working on the company’s annual accounts, and I was already running late for my evening workout. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the landscape, and I was savoring the feeling of freedom as I sped along the deserted road.

That’s when I saw it – a glint of metal in the corner of my eye. I flashed past a stand of trees, and my heart sank as I saw the highway patrol car appear in my rear-view mirror. The red and blue lights on top were flashing, and the siren was blaring.

‘Oh, shit! Double-shit!!’ I thought to myself, my carefree mood vanishing into thin air. I indicated, slowed down, and came to a stop on the flat sandy verge. The police cruiser pulled over behind me, and I killed the engine, feeling a sense of trepidation wash over me.

I took a deep breath and tried to compose myself. I knew I was in for a lecture, and possibly a fine. But as I glanced in the rear-view mirror, my eyes locked with a pair of piercing grey ones. A woman was standing behind me, her face obscured by a pair of sunglasses and a peaked uniform cap.

‘Good evening, Officer,’ I said, trying to sound suave. ‘How can I help you?’

‘Good evening, Ma’am,’ she responded, her voice firm but not unkind. ‘Are you aware of the speed at which you were travelling?’

‘I’d taken my eye off the speedometer, I’m afraid,’ I said, trying to sound contrite. ‘I know I shouldn’t, and I expect I was going over the limit. I haven’t had this car for long, you see, and I’m still not used to it.’

‘Well over, Ma’am, a good twenty above the limit,’ she said, her expression unyielding.

‘Oh, dear,’ I said, feeling a sense of mortification wash over me. ‘I am sorry – how careless of me!’

As I spoke, I let my thighs fall apart, the ribbed bottom hem of my dress sliding upwards another couple of inches. I thought I detected a slight tautness in her posture as I did so, and if she were to…

‘Licence and registration, please,’ she asked, her voice perhaps a little less cool. I retrieved the documents from the glove compartment, and as I did so, I made sure to stretch out my legs, deliberately sticking my ass up in her direction.

‘I really am sorry, Officer,’ I said, proffering the documents to her. ‘I’m normally a very careful driver. If there’s anything I can do…’

‘What are you meaning, Ma’am?’ she asked, her expression quizzical.

‘Oh, nothing,’ I said unconvincingly. ‘I wouldn’t wish to suggest anything you would consider inappropriate.’

She gave a little snort, as if to say ‘clever answer, you avoided that trap neatly.’ Then, after a cursory glance at my licence, she surprised me by remarking:

‘I know who you are – you own that little factory on McKinley Street, don’t you?’

I acknowledged that with a nod, and introduced myself properly: ‘Yes, Trudi Durhiem, that’s me.’

As I stood there, feeling a sense of trepidation wash over me, I couldn’t help but wonder what this woman’s intentions were. And as I glanced down at her, I caught a glimpse of a hint of a smile playing on her lips…

She ordered me to stand against her patrol car, my hands flat on its roof and my legs two feet apart. I felt a sense of unease, but also a spark of excitement, as she made me do this on the side of the cruiser that was away from the road.

I looked around, wondering if anyone could see us, but we were alone. She told me not to worry, saying it was just a routine precaution, but I knew better. Her hands slowly roamed all over my body, lingering around my butt and for still longer on my breasts. I felt every stimulating second of her touch through my thin dress.

“I know what your company makes,” she said, her voice conversational, but her eyes sparkled with interest.

“Oh?” I replied, my voice weak and slightly trembling.

Her hands moved down my flanks and the outside of my legs, going down to my ankles, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. She seemed to be enjoying this, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement myself.

“My favourite is the ten inch spiral-V three-way,” she said, her voice low and husky, as her hand touched the base of my panties, pressing them into my pussy cleft, and cupping my Venus mound in a firm grasp.

I gasped and shuddered, partly in relief and partly from the biggest turn-on that I had ever known. I was certain that I was in the hands of an experienced lesbian, who intended to make me her personal fuck-puppet.

“Now, I’m gonna do what I’ve always wanted to do, pretty Miss Managing-Director – we’re going back to your office, and I’m gonna fuck the boss bitch on her desk!” she exclaimed, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

I nearly orgasmed just at the prospect, and I collapsed limply against the side of her police cruiser, mumbling my broken assent.

“Won’t you get called away?” I asked weakly, afraid that this might thwart the delightful and unexpected prospect ahead.

“Oh, no, don’tcha worry about that, sexy-legs!” she replied with a laugh. “My shift ended at six o’clock, and I’ve been waiting in my chosen ambush spot ever since.”

I climbed back into my Ferrari, and took a minute to compose my thoughts and settle my racing heart before starting the engine. The police cruiser followed us, its lights and siren switched off, as we drove sedately back to town.

We pulled up in the forecourt parking lot, in front of the small building that housed both our factory and offices. It was deserted, the last of my staff having left at least an hour before I had done so.

I led the way up the one flight of stairs to the office level, very aware of her eyes on my ass as I climbed. We went through the outer office area, and into my large and well-appointed personal office.

The uniformed officer drew a surprised breath when she saw this elegant luxury, and she ran an admiring finger along the bevelled edge of the desk-top.

“When I said I’d fuck you on your desk, I imagined some cheap pine chipboard or one of those tacky ‘modernist’ glass-and-steel things – but I should have remembered the Ferrari, and expected something much more stylish,” she said, smiling.

She turned towards me, and put her finger under my chin. “You’re quite a classy lady, aren’t you, Trudi Durhiem?” she said softly.

I gulped, looking back into the consuming heat of her gaze. “I try to be,” I stuttered, with amazing lack of originality.

She pushed me roughly back against the desk, the backs of my thighs pressing almost painfully against it. Taking my shoulders in a hard grip, for a moment she kissed me – but it was a kiss of conquest, of dominance.

Her hand fell from my shoulders at once to seize my breasts, forcefully squeezing them, finding the rigid nipples and tugging on them through my thin wool dress and bra.

“God! – you are so fucking fuckable!” she declared with a note of wonder, “and I’m gonna have you right here, right now – I’m gonna fuck you right out of your mind, babe!”

I didn’t think I could have gotten any more turned on, or my pussy any looser and wetter, than I already was – but I was wrong, and her dominant foreplay and these words took me to a whole new level of hyper-sensitivity.

She pushed two fingers past my panties and into me, vigorously probing my pussy for a few seconds, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.

Turning me round, she pushed me forwards and down onto the desk, my stomach and breasts flattened on the green leather top, my ass jutting out invitingly over the edge.

“You’ll take whatever I decide to give you, bitch – and like it!” she warned me, slapping me sharply on my bottom.

I nodded meekly, and in truth I was very sure that I would like whatever she did to me – I was so turned on, I would have been up for anything, including things I would never normally have contemplated.

“Oh, yes, I will – I will, Officer…?” I trailed off, as I realised she had never given me a name.

“Sterling,” she replied, her voice slightly gentler, “but you can call me Janice.”

Officer Sterling loomed over me, her imposing figure radiating an aura of authority and power. Her broad frame seemed to fill the room, and her dark brown hair, now freed from the confines of her uniform cap, cascaded down her back in loose waves.

‘Get up,’ she commanded, her voice low and husky, sending shivers down my spine.

Janice pushed the hem of my dress up, baring my legs to her gaze. She reached out and ripped my thong down, sending it fluttering to the floor. Her hands danced up my legs, her fingers tracing the curves of my thighs before delving between my folds.

‘You’re so wet,’ she whispered, her breath hot against my skin.

She inserted a vibrator, its rhythmic pulses stirring my desire. ‘Just to get you warmed up,’ she said, her smile a sly promise of things to come.

Janice undid her blouse, the buttons popping open with a soft click. She shed it, revealing a burgundy bra that highlighted the swells of her breasts. Her eyes locked onto mine, a challenge and a promise in their depths.

‘I’m going to take you,’ she said, her voice a low growl.

She unclipped her bra, the cups springing open to reveal her nipples, dark and inviting. Her hands moved to her utility belt, the buckle releasing with a soft click.

‘You’re going to take my ten-inch spiral-V,’ she said, her voice dripping with anticipation.

Janice pulled out her bag, a sly smile spreading across her face. She produced the strap-on, its spiral ridges glinting in the light. ‘This is going to be a night you’ll never forget,’ she promised.

She stepped into the harness, the straps adjusting with a soft creak. She pressed the switch on the internal vibrator, its hum filling the air.

‘Now, get ready,’ she said, her eyes glinting with excitement.

Janice pushed the external phallus into me, its spiral ridges stroking my walls. I felt a gasp building in my throat as she began to move, the dildo driving deep into me with each thrust.

‘Lick me,’ she commanded, her voice a low growl.

I obeyed, my tongue tracing the curves of her labia. She groaned, her hips bucking forward as I licked her.

‘Eat me,’ she whispered, her hands grasping my hair.

I plunged my tongue into her, the ridges of the dildo providing a delicious friction. She was close, I could feel it.

‘Now, cum for me,’ she commanded, her voice a raw growl.

I obeyed, my body convulsing with pleasure as the dildo drove deeper into me. Janice’s breathing grew ragged, her hips pumping faster and faster.

‘Cum for me, you cunt,’ she yelled, her voice echoing off the walls.

I came, my body shuddering with pleasure as Janice drove the dildo home. She released my hair, her eyes glinting with triumph.

‘Now, it’s your turn,’ she said, her voice a low growl.

She pulled the dildo out, its ridges glistening with my cum. She pushed it into my mouth, forcing me to lick it clean.

‘You’re going to be my sex toy,’ she said, her voice dripping with anticipation.

Janice released my hair, her eyes glinting with excitement. She pushed me back onto the desk, her hands grasping my thighs.

‘Get ready,’ she said, her voice a low growl.

I was at her mercy, my body trembling with anticipation. Janice was going to take me, and I was going to surrender to her will.

Janice’s eyes locked onto mine, a silent command emanating from her gaze. I dropped to my knees, subservient and eager to obey. She reached down, her fingers wrapping around my chin, lifting my face to present it to her. Her voice was husky, a commanding tone that sent shivers down my spine.

‘Lick me, you beautiful slut,’ she ordered, her words a gentle caress. ‘Show me what you can do.’

I closed my eyes, allowing the sensation to wash over me. My tongue darted out, tracing the curves of her pussy, insinuating itself under her clitoral hood. Her moans were music to my ears, a symphony of desire that fueled my actions. I sucked harder, my mouth devouring her, and she gave a quiet gasp, her fingers threading through my hair.

‘Enough,’ she whispered finally, her voice a gentle breeze. ‘But stay there.’

She moved behind me, her hands expertly unfastening the handcuff from one wrist. I felt a thrill of anticipation as she freed me, only to reattach the cuff to my ankle, leaving me bound and helpless. My dress was pulled up, my bra and belt removed, leaving me naked and exposed. The second handcuff was attached to my other wrist, securing me once more.

Janice’s hand delved into her bag, producing a device that made my heart skip a beat. It was a face-dildo, a strap-on cock that I’d designed with a special feature – a tube running through the middle, filled with a thick plastic jelly. I understood my fate, and a surge of excitement coursed through me.

‘Lick me, my slut,’ she ordered, her eyes locked onto mine. ‘Show me what you can do.’

I nodded, smiling, and Janice buckled the face-harness around my head, adjusting the straps to ensure a comfortable fit. She lubricated the dildo, coating it with her saliva, before pulling my chair around to sit in it, her legs spread wide apart.

‘Fuck me, you beautiful cunt,’ she ordered, her eyes blazing with desire. ‘Give me what I want – and give it good.’

I bent to the task, my tongue delving into her pussy, the face-dick sliding in and out of her. Her hips rose to meet me, her thighs spreading wider apart, her hands grasping my hair, her fingers digging deep into my scalp.

‘Oh, God,’ she gasped, her voice a husky whisper. ‘Yes, like that. Yes, like that.’

I pistoned in and out, the dildo gliding in and out of her, her hips rising to meet me, her body arched in ecstasy. Her hands gripped my hair, her fingers twisting, her face contorted in pleasure.

‘Yes, yes, yes,’ she chanted, her voice a mantra of desire. ‘Like that, yes, like that.’

I felt her body tense, her muscles coiling, her hips jerking in time with my movements. She was close, so close, and I knew she was about to come.

‘Oh, God,’ she gasped, her voice a desperate whisper. ‘Yes, yes, yes.’

I delivered a final thrust, holding it deep inside her, pumping the valve, the dildo vibrating in time with my movements. She screamed, her voice echoing through the room, as she came, her body convulsing in pleasure.

Janice collapsed back onto the chair, her legs spread wide apart, her arms dangling loosely over the sides. I remained kneeling, my head bowed, my eyes locked onto the carpet.

‘Well done, my little cunt,’ she whispered, her voice gentle, a soothing balm to my bruised ego. ‘Very good.’

She unstrapped the face-dildo, unlocking and removing the handcuffs. She knelt in front of me, her hands gentle, her eyes soft.

‘I loved it,’ she whispered, her voice a gentle caress. ‘I loved every minute of it.’

I smiled, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. I’d done it, I’d pleased her, and in doing so, I’d found my own pleasure, my own desire.

‘I loved it too,’ I whispered, my voice barely audible. ‘I loved it so much.’

Janice’s eyes locked onto mine, a soft smile spreading across her face. We fell into each other’s arms, our lips meeting in a gentle kiss, our bodies entwining, our hearts beating as one.

We lay on the floor, our bodies intertwined, our lips still locked, our hearts still beating as one. We knew, in that moment, that we were meant to be together, that we were meant to love each other, to desire each other, to pleasure each other.

And so we did, our love growing, our desire growing, our pleasure growing, until we were one, a single entity, a single heartbeat, a single desire.

We lay on the floor, our bodies still entwined, our lips still locked, our hearts still beating as one. We knew, in that moment, that we would never let each other go, that we would never let our love fade.

And so we stayed, locked in each other’s arms, our love growing, our desire growing, our pleasure growing, until we were one, a single entity, a single heartbeat, a single desire.

We drove to my house, our love still burning, our desire still hot, our pleasure still pulsing through us. We showered together, our bodies entwined, our lips still locked, our hearts still beating as one.

We slid into the warm bath, our bodies still entwined, our lips still locked, our hearts still beating as one. We drank champagne, our lips still locked, our hearts still beating as one.

We toasted our love, our desire, our pleasure. We knew, in that moment, that we would never let each other go, that we would never let our love fade.

And so we stayed, locked in each other’s arms, our love growing, our desire growing, our pleasure growing, until we were one, a single entity, a single heartbeat, a single desire.

We fell asleep, our bodies still entwined, our lips still locked, our hearts still beating as one. We knew, in that moment, that we would never let each other go, that we would never let our love fade.

And so we stayed, locked in each other’s arms, our love growing, our desire growing, our pleasure growing, until we were one, a single entity, a single heartbeat, a single desire.

It had only been a week since Janice moved into our house, and already she was making it her own. Her closest friends, including her rugged sergeant, were aware of our relationship and respected our bond. In fact, they had even joined in on a few of our intimate adventures – including a particularly memorable threesome where Janice took charge and put me in bondage.

“I’m so glad we’re finally home,” Janice said, as she slipped off her uniform and into something more comfortable. “I’ve missed our little rituals.”

“I’ve missed you,” I replied, pulling her close. “Especially when you come to visit me at the office. You always know how to make an entrance.”

“That’s what I’m here for,” Janice said, with a sly smile. “Speaking of which, I have a meeting with you tonight. I’ll come by the office after my shift and we can… discuss some business.”

I laughed, knowing exactly what she meant. “I’ll make sure to have my desk ready,” I said, winking at her.

A few nights later, Janice came to visit me at the office, still dressed in her uniform. She straddled me on my desk, her navy blue trousers a tantalizing sight against the polished wood.

“I’m so hungry for you,” she whispered, as she ripped off my panties and strapped a dildo to her belt.

“Me too,” I moaned, as she took me from behind, her uniform creaking and groaning with every thrust.

We celebrated our first anniversary in style, re-enacting our favorite moment from the year before. Janice borrowed the police cruiser and chased me down the country road, sirens blaring and lights flashing.

“You’re under arrest,” she said, as I pulled over to the side of the road.

“For what?” I asked, trying to sound innocent.

“For being too delicious,” Janice replied, as she leaned in and kissed me.

“I think I’m ready to turn myself in,” I said, laughing.