The Speeding Ticket
            by Ann Douglas


        "Shit"  Janet cursed as she noticed the flashing red lights in
her corvette's rear view mirror.  Eight o'clock on a Sunday
morning, not a car on the road, and some dumb ass highway
patrolman had to clock her doing better than 80.        


        "I'm fucked!" she thought as she pulled the car over to the
side in response to a quick burst of the police cruiser's siren.  "One
more moving violation and there goes my license."


        If only she had left school last night when she was supposed
to, then she would've had no problem making it to her parents
house for Sunday Brunch.  But no, she had to go to the party at
the Alpha Deta House and get ripped. She had awaked about 6:30
A.M. with both a frat boy laying next to her in bed and a colossal
headache.  She'd quickly showered and dressed, hoping to make up
time on the road to avoid another of her father's lectures.  A
lecture about family responsibilities would be nothing now.  If she
got her license suspended again, he'd promise to take away the car
she'd gotten for High School Graduation last year.


        As she watched the state trooper exit the cruiser, a more
terrifying thought ran through her.  What if he ran a breath test
on her, with all she had to drink last night she might not be able to
pass.  That would get her license more than suspended.  She had to
get out of this ticket. 


        Janet ignored the Trooper's approach and quickly moved to
the glove compartment for her papers, determined to be the very
model of cooperation and sweetness.


        "License please, young lady."  said a deep masculine voice.


        With a bright smile on her face, Janet turned to face the
Officer,  papers in hand.  Her mouth dropped open when she got
her first good look at him.  Behind the mirrored sunglasses and tan
uniforms was a tall, muscular black man - dark as the midnight sky.


        "Do you know how fast you were going....."  He said as he
looked at the license  " Miss Rabinowitz"  he read off the license.


        "Too fast I guess..." Janet said in her most apologetic voice.
"I guess with no one else on the road it's too easy to push it a little
too hard."


        In return all she got was a little grunt as he examined her
papers.  She continued to smile pushing her big tits into view to try
and distract him from the possibility that she might've been
drinking.


        "Any reason why I shouldn't give you a ticket? the Trooper 
asked.


        Janet looked up at him and smiled.  


        "Maybe because you've got a big heart?"  She suggested.


        "Did you say a big hard?"  He grinned, his white teeth
forming a wide smile.


        "Maybe,"  Janet grinned back, encouraged that she might be
able to work her way out of the ticket after all.


        "Young lady,"  The Trooper chuckled. "Are you trying to
corrupt  a Police Officer?"


        "I'd sure as hell like to give it a try."  She purred.


        With that she reached out the window and traced the
outline of his cock through his snug uniform trousers.  As she did,
she ran her wet tongue across her red lips, giving no doubt as to
her offer. After stroking it a few times, she could feel it growing
harder.


        "Well I'd really like to accommodate you,"  He said as she
cupped his balls.  "But I'm going to have to run your license
through the computer first, just to be sure."


        "Damn..."  Janet screamed in her mind as the Trooper walked
back to the Police Car.  "One look at my record and my driving days
are history."


        After a few minutes of sitting in the front seat of his
cruiser and working the small computer terminal inside, the
Trooper returned .


        "Looks like you have some good luck this morning after all,"
He said with a broad smile.  "The computer's down and I couldn't
run your license."


        "Oh that's too bad,"  Janet gushed as she could feel his eyes
fixed on the deep crevice between her breasts.


        "So I guess I have to assume that your records clean and
proceed accordingly.  In a first time offense like this, its the
Officer's discretion as to whether he issues a ticket or a warning."


        "Oh really...."  Janet asked.


        "So maybe we should pull off the main road a little and we
can discuss it better."  He said, indicating a small side road about a
thousand yards ahead.


        "Lead on."  Janet replied happily.




        Less than a minute later both cars were safety hidden  from
the view of the main road by a large clump of trees.  Janet quickly
met the Trooper as he exited his cruiser and before he could say a
world, she had pulled down his zipper and pulled out his large black
cock.


        "Christ.....its so big!"  Janet exclaimed as she pulled it free.
"It must be almost 9 inches."


        "More than you can handle little white girl?"  He asked
sarcastically.


        "The cock I can't handle doesn't exist..."  Janet said
confidently as she dropped to her knees and licked the head of his
cock.  "By the way, what's your name?"


        "Jerry," came the answer.


        "Well get a good grip on that car, Jerry, cause I'm going to
blow a lot more than your mind."


        
        Jerry leaned back against the car as the warm wetness of
Janet's mouth engulfed his cock, taking in six of his nine inches. 
Her hand reached up beneath the dark shaft and cupped his balls,
each the size of an small plum.  With each slurping thrust, she
tried to take a little more of his massive rod inside her mouth.  If
was the first black cock she had ever sucked, but she knew right
now it wouldn't be the last.  


        "You got a hot mouth, girl." The Trooper said as he matched
Janet's rhythm and began to face fuck her.  


        "Hmmmm" was all the answer she could manage as he drove
his cock into her throat.


        He cupped his large dark hands behind her long blonde hair
as he drove forward again and again, until Janet's mouth began to
hurt with the pounding.  


        "Damn you rich white bitches are fine cocksuckers."
 Jerry said as she pulled his hard tool from her mouth.  "Now I
want a piece of that white pussy."


        Janet had originally only planned to give the Officer a quick
blowjob to get out of the ticket.   A few minutes sucking on that
massive rod quickly changed that. She had to have that black cock
inside her.


        "Give it to me,"  She said as she changed places against the
car.  "Fill my hot pussy with that big black cock!"


        Without effort, Jerry lifted her onto the hood of the car
and lifted her skirt.  He just pushed her panties aside and rammed
his cock inside her.   Janet gasped at the sudden entry.  As quick
as he had entered her, he withdrew and then repeated his thrust. 
He grabbed the cheeks of her ass and began to frantically pump
her.


        "Oh God.....oh God....oh God....." Janet panted as again and
again the dark pole filled her white cunt.  Jerry was forceful to
the point of being a little brutal, and Janet was loving it.  So
different from those wimpy college boys.


        Jerry reached up and pulled open her blouse, exposing her
bra-less breasts.  His mouth quickly closed on them, biting hard
down on the nipples.  And still his thrusts quickened.  The more
excited he got the fast he pumped. Each stroke was now enough to
lift her off the hood of the patrol car.


        Janet was in heaven, she had never been fucked so good. 
Small shudders pulsed within her, heralding the awesome climax
she knew she would soon reach.


        Suddenly, after a few more powerful strokes, Jerry
abruptly withdrew from her.  He reached up and pulled her off the
hood.


        "What the fuck did you stop for...."  Janet cried out, "I was
almost ready to cum."


        "Not yet bitch,"  The powerful black man said as she spun
her around and flattened her against the police car door in what
was universally known in police circles as "assuming the position. 
"There's still one hole I haven't tried yet."


        "Oh no...." Janet snapped.  "Nothing goes up my ass, I don't
do that greek shit."


        "You'll do it this time, cunt."  Jack said as he reached down
and placed the pussy-cum soaked head of his cock against her tiny
asshole. "You see I lied before when I said the computer was down. 
I saw your record, one more speeding conviction and you can kiss
that pretty car over there goodbye.  Little Miss Rabinowitz will be
taking the bus.


        "Shit..."  Janet thought, "She was trapped.'


        Without warning, Jerry entered her virgin hole.  The cum
from her pussy helped as a lubricant but it still hurt like hell.  Fire
filled her bottom as he shoved all nine inches inside her.  Then he
began to repeat the rhythm of earlier and with each stroke, her
sphincter muscles relaxed a little bit more.  Pressing her hard
against the car door he grabbed her tits and squeezed them hard. 
His panting increased as did his gyrations.  Then with a painful
thrust, he began to send a steady stream of hot cum into her tight
ass.


        Now, as his cock emptied of his man-juice, he put as much
force as he could into each pumping action, repeating it as fast as
he could.  Stretching her no longer virgin ass to it's limits.  Then as
fast as he had entered her, he pulled out, again spinning her about.


        Putting his large arms around her he pulled her close and
kissed her, forcefully, giving her no chance to deny his tongue
entry.  Far from denying it, Janet sucked it eagerly, giving hers in
return.  She had never felt so satisfied.
                


        They quickly cleaned themselves with water and towels from
the trunk of the police cruiser. Janet made herself as presentable
as she could, she still had to be at her parent's by 11:00.


        "Oh shit, its almost 10:00, I'll never make it now."  She cried
out, glancing at her watch.


        Jerry just laughed and told her to follow him back to the
main road.


        With lights flashing and sirens wailing, Jerry led her on a 80
mph dash to her home.  He pulled away about a half mile before
her destination and  she pulled into the driveway at 10:55.  Her
parents were happy to see her of course, but were a little
confused when she said she would rather eat standing at the patio
high table than on one of the hard bottomed chairs.  College
certainly gave you peculiar customs, they thought.


END


 (c) Ann Douglas 1995

   
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