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Author’s Note: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all.
Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them? Well, I do… because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now…
2:07 AM. I was driving home after a weekend spent in the country. My friend was on vacation for two weeks and had lent me her car during her absence. It had been a while since I had visited my father, so I had decided to drive up for a quick visit. After spending the weekend remembering exactly why I loved the country so much, I returned home. On a side note, every time I leave the urban environment, I always wonder why I have chosen to reside in the province’s largest city—second largest in the country—and each time, the answer is the same; I have no fucking idea! I guess I am just too lazy to move. Anyhoo, back to the story.
After a three-hour drive back, I finally entered the great city of Montreal—just to be clear, I am being sarcastic. But a few blocks from my apartment, I spotted the streetlight before me turn yellow. Under normal circumstance, I would have slowed to a stop, but given the fact that it was the middle of the night and the streets were deserted, I put the pedal to the metal. Moments later, I was speeding past just as the light turned from yellow to red.
“Oh no!” I muttered seconds later, as I heard sirens and peered into the rear-view mirror to see a police cruiser speeding after me, light flashing. After letting a few swears slip past my lips, I pulled over to the curb and waited for the police officer to approach the vehicle. As I did, I felt apprehension fill me. This was my first time getting pulled over. I suddenly realized the ticket-free streak I had going for the past few years was about to come to an end. Unless…
Though it went against everything I believed in, I knew there was one way to keep my streak going. I had to use my feminine wiles to get out of the ticket. Though the thought of flirting with a man totally repulsed me—I’m a lesbian, remember?—I knew it was for the greater good. Unfortunately, I soon discovered my plan would not work.
“License and registration please,” said a feminine voice, moments later. I could not help but jump slightly as I turned to find a hot, young bahis firmaları woman peering in through the wide open window. I barely have time to realize how breathtakingly beautiful she was before I felt a powerful wave of arousal wash over me.
“Oh no!” I thought, knowing perfectly well was about to happen. Sure enough, I soon felt reality fade, only to be replaced by an identical fantasy world. The fantasy me realized the plan could still work and did not hesitate.
“Here you go, gorgeous,” I said as I handed her the requested identification. After requesting I refer to her by her title, she told me to stay put and returned to her cruiser. I counted the seconds until she returned.
“Everything seems in order, but I’m going to have to give you a ticket for running that red light,” explained the hot cop.
“Is that really necessary?” I asked, as I gave her the most sensual bedroom eyes I could muster. I could tell she was uncomfortable because of the way she stuttered.
“It… It’s the law…” she said uncomfortable, then added, “Mam.”
“Call me Barbie,” I said as I reached out and sensually ran my finger alone her arm.
“P… please don’t do that,” she stuttered.
“Come on, you know you like it,” I said as I continued.
She let me continue for a few seconds before she snapped.
“I said STOP!” she yelled. I jumped, stunned by her overzealous reaction.
“I’m sorry,” I tried to say, but she cut me off before I could.
“You want to play games? Fine, let’s play. Please step out of the vehicle.”
“I… I was just kidding,” I lied, realizing I may have taken things a little too far.
“I SAID OUT!” she yelled. Realizing it was not up for discussion, I unbuckled my seatbelt and stepped out.
“Hands on the hood,” she ordered. I did as hold and felt her spread my legs with her feet. Then, I felt her hands against my shoulders. She started patting me down and I could have sworn I felt her slow down slightly when she got to my chest. But that was only a suspicion until she reached my ass. She seemed to hesitate for a second, then grabbed it firmly.
“Whoa!” I almost yelled. Though the young cop was beautiful and I was the one who had started it all, I realized I had never planned on letting thing get any further than simple flirting. Unfortunately, the cop had other plans. Reacting on instinct, I spun around, accidentally slapping her across the face.
“Uh-oh!” I thought as we stood there, both unsure how to react. When she finally did respond to my accidental assault, I saw daggers shoot from her eyes.
“It was an accident,” I tried to explain.
“Shut up!” was her response as she spun me around. I heard kaçak iddaa metal clicking against metal and, moments later, my hands were cuffed behind my back. Before I could ever realize what was going on, she yet again spun me around. I barely had time to see her smile devilishly before she shoved me. I lost my balance and slammed onto the hood of the car, my hands cursed by the weight of my own body.
“What are you doing?” I half-asked, half-yelled as I lay there.
“Shut up!” she said as she ripped my blouse open, revealing by bra-free boobs. My eyes widened in shock as I realized I was about to get raped. Still, I felt a barely perceptible wave of arousal wash over me as I saw her lean toward me. But instead of using her hands and mouth to stimulate my boobs, she kneeled before me, bringing her head level with my pussy.
“Oh!” I barely had time to gasp as I realized what she was up to. But that was all I had time to do before she forced my leg apart and thrust her face into my crotch.
“FUCK!” I yelled as I felt her tongue make contact with my labia. For the first time in my life, I regretted my aversion to underwear. Though I felt waves of arousal wash over me as she began flicking her tongue back and forth across my labia, I could not help but feel terrified as I realized I was being raped.
“Help! HELP!” I yelled as I glanced around, but the streets were deserted. No one was going to come to my rescue. But I soon realized that was a good thing when I felt her tongue slither past my lower lips as her hands reached up and fumbled around until they made contact with my bare boobs. She started squeezing and massaging them as her tongue darted in and out of my cunt. I was surprised to find powerful waves of arousal washing over me, but totally stunned when I realized my pussy was soaking wet. There was no denying it; I was loving every second of this unexpected sexual assault.
“Oh god!” I moaned. More blissful cries soon followed as my lover expertly thrust her tongue in and out of me. This went on for less than a minute before I felt a powerful orgasm build within me.
“Just a few more seconds,” I thought as I realized climax was imminent. But right before that happened, I felt her tongue retract as her hands did the same. Moments later, she pulled away entirely.
“What are you doing?” I asked in a mixture of sadness and desperation.
“Shut up!” was her reply as she got to her feet and grabbed me. I was surprised by her force when she flipped me onto my stomach. A shiver ran through me as I felt the cold metal against my erect nipples. I wanted to ask what she was doing, but knew it was useless. So I just waited for her to proceed with whatever it was kaçak bahis she had planned. Luckily, I soon felt her lift my skirt and spread my ass cheeks. I was not quite sure what she was doing, but one thing was certain; it was sexual! My suspicions were soon proven correct when I felt something long and hard press up against my labia. For a second, I wondered if the hot cop was in fact a transgender, but a simple glance over my shoulder was enough to reassure me.
“Mmmmm!” I could not help but gasp as I saw her fingers wrapped tightly around her nightstick—just to be clear, this is not euphemism for a cock; I mean a real nightstick. My lips curled in anticipation. But that was all I had time to do as she soon thrust her baton deep into me.
“FUUCCCKKKK!!!!!” I shrieked as I felt the massive shaft slither into me. But the cry was that of surprise, not bliss. For, you see, she had thrust her police baton into my asshole, not my pussy. Before I could even beg her to stop, she started thrusting it in and out of me. At first, I cried out in surprised, but they soon turned to blissful moans.
My moans echoed throughout the deserted streets for a while until I felt my orgasm resurface. This time, she did not stop until I climaxed, sending wave after wave of hot nectar squirting all over her. By the time the final wave flowed out of me, I lay on the hood, panting like a dog.
“My turn now,” I read her say. Moments later, she pulled me to my feet and thrust her tongue past my lips. Our tongue danced about for a few seconds before I was snapped back to reality.
“I said: licence and registration please,” said an all-too-real cop. Glancing around, I realized I was still sitting behind the wheel. I could not supress a sigh as I realized it had all been but a fantasy.
“Sorry,” I apologized as I handed her the requested identification. She strode off and returned a few minutes later.
“I’m sorry for what happened back there,” I said before she could place a word, “I was just eager to get home.”
The young cop remained silent for a few seconds.
“All right,” she said as an understanding smile curled her lips and she handed me my driver’s license. “You can go.”
I was stunned.
“Just be more careful next time.”
“Yes officer,” I said as I fought the urge to ask her out. Minutes later, I was pulling up to my apartment building. As I grabbed my suitcase from the trunk, I could not keep from beating myself up for not working up the nerve to ask her out. So was so hot and her body language seemed to indicate she was interested too.
“Maybe she’ll pull me over again someday,” I thought hopefully as I headed toward the front door. I knew the chances of that happening were slim, but that did not keep me from hoping. At least, I had an awesome fantasy to keep me busy in the meantime…
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