The Slut Chronicles #6 ~ The Traffic Stop
Written by Laurel
Tuesday, 10 November 2009 02:54
She was pushing the accelerator to the floor and her speedometer up over 80.
Fast feels good, she thought as she tried to outrun the troubles of her day.
She almost didn’t notice the blinking lights in her review mirror, but she couldn’t miss the blast of the siren as the cop car raced up right behind her.
Asshole.
The day was turning out to be one of the more lousy days in recent memory. The sort of day where everything that can go wrong will. She was having issues at work, issues with family and now, to top it all off, she was being pulled over by a cop on her way home.
Fuck. Can this day possibly get any worse?
If the officer asked her for current proof of insurance, probably. She still hadn’t bothered to get the new insurance card into the car and it looked she was in for a heavy fine on top of her speeding ticket. She gathered her license, registration and the expired proof of insurance anyway, thinking maybe, just maybe, something might go her way today.
The cop approached her car, shining his flashlight in her eyes as he requested her identification and everything.
Nice.
“Do you mind? You are blinding me with that thing,” she said in a seriously bitchy tone that surprised even her.
“Well, well, well, aren’t we a snotty cunt tonight,” said the officer, even as he adjusted the flashlight.
She was able to get a look at his face and the sneer on it, coupled with his name calling made her realize she’d just fucked up and was going to pay for it.
“Why don’t you just go ahead and step out of the car, miss,” he drawled with a Southern sort of politeness that expressed no real civility at all.
As she reluctantly slipped out of her seat belt and opened the car door, she got a good look at the man who was staring her down. He was impossibly tall and his build could only be described as thick.
No, there wasn’t an ounce of fat on him, but he was built like a solid wall and had a look on his face that said “Oh, thank you for being a bitch, I am so going to enjoy fucking your world up.”
He made a show of looking at her license and registration and then asked if she had been drinking this evening.
“What? No, I haven’t been drinking, have you?” she exclaimed.
Again with the bitchiness completely bared? What the fuck is wrong with me? Am I trying to get arrested?
He reached for her arm suddenly as he mentioned coming back to the squad car with him while he ran a check on her information. She was so startled by the move that she jerked back violently and screaming at him at the same time.
“Don’t fucking touch me!”
He whirled to face her, his eyes growing violently dark as he instantly gripped both her arms and flipped her around, facing away from him. He used his knee to push her roughly against her own car as his hand clamped around her neck and shoved her face into the truck lid.
“Oh, I will touch you, you mouthy cunt. Who the fuck do you think you are?”
As he said this, he was bending one of her arms back and clamping the cold metal of handcuffs around her wrist. The cuff bit into her wrist has he yanked back her other arm and joined her wrists with the unyielding metal bracelets.
For a moment, his hips were thrust up against her ass and she felt the solid shaft between his legs grow larger as he pushed it against her.
Oh shit
He was going through the motions of frisking her. His hands starting down near her ankles and moving quickly up her bare legs and under her skirt. He didn’t even hesitate before shoving his fingers between her legs, slipping them underneath her panties and invading the soft flesh of her pussy.
She cried out and thrashed her hips, trying to dislodge his hand, but his other hand clamped around the back of her neck again and held her in place.
“Keep still cunt, while you are searched for weapons, or I will have to book you on resisting an officer. And who knows what will happen then,” he chuckled.
As he said this, he unceremoniously plunged two thick fingers into her pussy. He found it much easier than he anticipated because her tight walls were already slick and wet.
He growled at this and slid his fingers deeper for a bit, fucking her with them as he leaned in and rested his lips against her ear.
“I thought you were just a mouthy cunt, but you’re really a naughty little slut aren’t you? Tell me you want it, cunt. Tell me how much you want me to fuck you right here on the trunk of your car.”
She tried to fight him off, thrashing against her own car with futility, fighting not just him but his words. He didn’t say anything more, he just finger fucked her harder.
And she heard herself moan loudly. Her struggles turning into rhythmic thrusting, matching his plunging fingers.
She was aware of little but the feel of his fingers inside her and the hem of her skirt being pulled up. She felt the rush of cool air against the damp skin between her thighs and she knew his cock would be next. But then he stopped thrusting and there was nothing but the sound of her panting.
His fingers pulled from her cunt and she groaned with disappointment. She felt his hand slide across her ass and his fingernails dig into her flesh, the pain heating her ass cheek even in the cold night air.
“We can sit here all night, with your ass bared to the world, cunt. But until you tell me you want it, ya ain’t getting it.”
He punctuated his words by gripping his cock and nudging it provocatively against the dripping entrance of her pussy.
She was greedy and shameless, not hesitating for a moment to begin begging for his cock. And she meant every word that left her lips.
She needed his cock. She needed, desperately, after the day she’d had, to be fucked. Fucked hard by this bastard cop on the side of the road. And she told him exactly that.
She was rewarded by the thick, throbbing rod that sank to the hilt into her waiting hole. They both groaned loudly as he began thrusting hard and fast. There was no build up, no easing into it, just the relentless pounding of hips to hips, fast and furious in the cold night air, as she lay pinned and helpless, against the trunk of her car.
If she were capable of any thought, she might have worried someone would drive by and see them wantonly fucking on the side of the road. But she couldn’t focus on anything but the pistoning cock in her drenched and abused pussy, driving her into oblivion.
She forgot everything; where she was, how fucked up her had been, even that someone might drive by and witness her getting fucked by this asshole cop, as his rhythmic thrusting changed to short, deep, violent thrusts and he exploded into her dripping cunt, filling her with jet after jet of hot, sticky come.
His thrusts slowed and he paused for a moment before slipping his come soaked, flaccid cock from her abused hole. She heard him zip his pants and then felt him working a key into the lock of the cuffs binding her hands and releasing them.
He grabbed a fist full of her hair and pulled her into a standing position. She fell back against him as she tried to get her balance.
“Next time, slow it down, cunt. The speed limit is 55 here,” she heard him mutter.
And then he was gone. She was left to tug her panties and skirt back into place and retrieve her ID and registration cards from the ground where they’d been dropped.
As she got in her car and pulled away, she accelerated quickly, resisting the strong temptation to gun the motor up over 55, tempting trouble once again. But she refrained and kept it at an even 55. Probably she shouldn’t push her luck twice in one night.
Very nice writing. I nearly came just reading it.
Thank you.
(And thanks for that minor edit. 
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Oh wow, another brilliant story! I especially liked this one – your descriptions were especially visceral today! I could almost feel the slickness on my own fingers as I read about the cop roughly fingering her while she was spreadeagled across the trunk.