“Shit!! Shit Shit Shit!!” – I just got pulled over by a cop. I know I can talk my way out of the speeding ticket but I just don’t feel like it tonight. I just want to go home, fuck myself silly with my pink bunny rabbit, slide under my silky sheets and fall asleep.
“Ma’am, do you know how fast you were going…?” – Mr. Police Officer leans into my window and notices that I’m wearing a tight button down shirt and a very short skirt with tight thigh high black boots.
“No, Sir, unfortunately I’m exhausted and wasn’t paying attention.” – I spread my legs open and run my fingers up my inner thighs. I catch his eye, he licks his lips.
“Ma’am… have you been drinking tonight…? He’s staring at my amazing breasts now, which are just barely contained under the thin material.
“I may have had a drink with dinner a couple of hours ago, Sir…” – I unbutton another button on my shirt, allowing him to see more of my milky white breasts.
“Ma’am, I’m going to have to ask you to step out of your vehicle…” – His eyes go hard and I can see he’s serious, he pulls my car door open and waits for me to get out.
I’m so confused. This has never happened before. I shut off my car, take off my seat belt and get out of the car. He gestures to the other side of the car and walks behind me – I can feel him staring at my ass as we walk around.
“Is there a problem officer??” – I ask with a slight tremble in my voice.
“Driving under the influence of alcohol and speeding is dangerous and illegal. Are you carrying any weapons? Please place your hands on the hood while I make sure that you aren’t concealing anything that can hurt yourself or me….” – he waits while I put my hands on the hood of my car. This position has me bent over and my barely covered ass sticking out. I notice that there are no other cars on this last stretch of road to my home and it’s dark.
He comes up behind me, presses his hard cock right into my ass. His hands start to ‘pat down’ my breasts, I tense up but he keeps going, digging his hard cock deeper into my ass. Pats down my flat tight stomach, I can feel his cock getting bigger. I can feel myself getting wet.
He leans down to pat down my legs, instead I feel him feeling up my leg on the outside of my boots, up to my thigh – so close his hand almost touches my pussy, I get more wet. His hands start to slide up my other leg, up my thigh and stop just short of touching my pussy again. My panties are now soaked.
He pushes my face down against the hood of my car, grabs my hands and cuffs them behind my back.
“What are you doing?!?!!!” – I can feel him getting even bigger, harder.
“Stop resisting! I can tell you want this, I can tell you want me. How badly do you want to get out of this ticket…?” – Mr. Police Officer asks me.
I hear him unzip his pants and take off his belt.
If you want to know what happened next – call me.
I need a special kind of accomplice. One that has no fear, morals or values. I totally get why chicks fall for psychotic fuckers in prison. I guess I am thinking about it more today because I studied serial killers in college. I heard on the news my fucking idol Paul Bernardo is about to marry some lucky bitch. I mean he will never get out of prison for raping and killing those girls but just the thought makes me dripping wet. 
