Highway Patrol - Sex Stories

Highway Patrol

Tony looked up at the rearview mirror when he heard the siren and saw the flashing lights and motorcycle cop motioning him to the side of the road. This strip of road was virtually deserted and he thought he could run his Camaro Z28 full throttle with impunity like he did back in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn. Obviously, he thought wrong.

While fumbling for his paperwork, he heard the crunch of gravel as the police officer approached the car. He was surprised when he looked in the side view mirror and found that the officer was a female. Beneath the royal blue and gold motorcycle helmet she had her long dark brown hair pulled back in a French braid. Her uniform was silver tan with a bold royal blue and gold stripe down the side of her breeches. She had a series of meritorious decorations under her gold highway patrol star. Over her right pocket were gold pins indicating she was a field training officer and a pistol expert. Her uniform top was buttoned perhaps one button too low as her large spherical breasts strained against the fabric and pushed up through the opening of the shirt. Her motorcycle breeches hugged her firm round buttocks like a jealous lover. The spit shine of her tall boots reflected like glass. Her gun belt was highly polished black basket weave leather with gold accents, from which hung her huge.45 caliber customized Colt semi-automatic pistol. Her dark brown eyes were hidden by her mirror shades as she acknowledged the New York plates and Italian flag on the ...

... plate holder.

"Goddamn, she's hot!" Tony thought. "I can work this!"

"Let me see your license, registration and insurance, please." The motor cop commanded.

"Sure, babe, anything you say," said Tony smugly.

"What was that?" the officer demanded.

"Listen sweetie. Don't get your panties in a bunch. You're a cutie. You could arrest me any time, babe!" said Tony, somehow confident that he had complimented the officer.

"Step out of the car!" spat the officer, her face red with anger. "Step out of the fucking car, NOW!"

As Tony opens the door, the officer grabs his wrist, flinging him out of the car, onto the dirt on the side of the road. Tony slides down the embankment face first.

"Hey, what's your fuckin' prob..." Before Tony can complete his sentence, the officer has driven her boot into his stomach, taking his wind.

"I'm OFFICER Rodriguez!" she yelled. "Not BABY!" She kicked him, "Not SWEETIE." She kicked him again. Tony now writhed in pain, struggling to recover his breath.

"I'm in charge here and its time you learned it." The officer pounced on the prone Tony and pulled his hands behind him, cuffing him. Tony's eyes started to tear with pain. The officer kicked him over, onto his back, tightening the cuffs. Tony felt his hands becoming numb, his wrists sore. The officer looked down at Tony and placed the heel of her boot on Tony's scrotum.

"Who is in charge, boy?" she asked. When Tony hesitated, she applied pressure to his crotch.

"You are!" ...