Just when she considered standing up and regaining some dignity, he returned to her side.

"Did you know you have three unpaid parking tickets, Ms. Stanson?" he asked, his eyes still shielded by the sunglasses, though undoubtedly admiring the curve and heft of her tits.

"II don't know," she stammered. She'd paid those, hadn't she? Or maybe not. She couldn't remember. But what did that have to do with this?

"Would you mind standing up straight and putting your hands behind your back?" he asked calmly.

She started at the cold click of the handcuff locking, even though his question should've warned her. "Am I being arrested, then?" she asked, disbelief and wonder in her voice.

"No, ma'am. It's simply procedure. The unpaid tickets make you a flight risk. But I do need to know if I can look in your trunk."

After she nodded her compliance, he steered her around until she faced the front of his car, then had her bend over at the waist, once again leaving her tits dangling and her pussy exposed. Only this time her hands were handcuffed behind her! The situation was getting more bizarre, and kinky, by the minute!

Pulling her overnighter from the trunk, he placed it on the cruiser's hood, unzipping it as he questioned her.

"What exactly were you doing out here, anyway?"

She considered lying for a moment, but couldn't come up with any believable reason why one would be sitting half-naked in a car in the middle of the wilderness. Selective truth would be the best way to go.

"I'm supposed to meet someone out here," she replied. There. Simple and succinct. He glanced at her sideways, then continued to rummage through her bag. Without any fanfare at all, he produced the two vibrators she'd packed and set them on the trunk lid, then set her flogger next to them.

"Hooker?" he asked.

"No way!" she vehemently denied. "I am meeting a man," she added, blushing from head to toe. As his silence continued, she felt the need to explain further. "He's my boyfriend." She shifted nervously, embarrassed by the implications of her explanation, but still too afraid to give him the whole story. Unfortunately, shifting around only made the dress hike higher up, leaving her ass and slit more exposed than ever. Worse, the underlying eroticism and kinkiness of the situation had begun to have an effect on her, hardening her nipples and dampening her already engorged pussy.

When he pulled out her bottle of pills, she suddenly realized how precarious her position actually was. True, the pills were all prescription drugs. But they weren't all written for her. And as he spilled the contents into his hand, she realized that many were generic, and so didn't have branded coatings that distinguished them from street drugs.

Just as she began to understand the implications of his latest discovery, he summed it all up for her, "Well, Ms. Stanson, I'm not sure what to think. We've got you, alone out here, waiting for some mysterious man, with an open bottle of liquor in the car, a bottle of unidentifiable pills, and three outstanding traffic tickets against you. That's a couple of felonies, possibly drug trafficking. That's more than enough to write you up and take you in, I'd say. I don't see another way to resolve this, do you?"

Was that an opening right there? She wasn't sure. What she did know was that she didn't want to spend the weekend in some podunk jail trying to clear up all this circumstantial evidence while a bunch of drooling hillbillies leered at and groped her. No, if this cop was suggesting what she thought she heard, it'd be much better to try Plan B. Actually, Plan B wouldn't be that bad, she rationalized. Same moves, different guy. But given how obliquely he'd manipulated her into this position, it was clear that she'd have to make all the moves. But she'd have to get out of these handcuffs first.

"I can explain all this," she said pointedly, shaking her head to indicate the evidence strewn across the hood. "But can you first take these off?" she asked, standing upright and clumsily gesturing with her cuffed hands. "I'm not much of a risk to run in these high heels, especially out here, now am I?"

Monica felt sure she'd called it right when, instead of unlocking the cuffs from behind, the officer instead leaned across her body to do it, 'accidentally' brushing against her breasts in the process. Rubbing her wrists, she quickly knelt before him, announcing, "Actually, I think I can make my argument better from down here." Without pausing to look for approval, she reached up to grasp his pants zipper and pull it down. If he was going to arrest her for bribery, (or solicitation!) now would be the time. When he didn't move to stop her, she reached inside to find his cock as stiff and starched as his blue pants. Pulling it out with her left hand, she found herself staring at almost eight inches of throbbing hard meat, the circumcised head already stretched and purple. Transferring her hand to his balls, she pressed her mouth down over his shaft, enjoying the feel of his skin rasping over her lips. She sucked him in as far as she could, not surprised that almost two inches of shaft remained outside her mouth. This wasn't the ideal position for deep-throating.

Pumping his rod in her fist, she sucked and licked him with abandon. In truth, Monica loved to give blow jobs. Many men had complimented her on her expertise. But she'd never performed one with quite so much on the line. So when it seemed as though her dress might be constraining her motion, she paused long enough to push the fabric down to her waist, freeing her tits to bob and sway as she leaned into her task. Many men appreciated the visual stimulation of two ripe melons just inches from their dick, theirs for the plucking and sucking if they wished. Unfortunately, it hardly seemed as if anything she did had any effect on the cop. Every time she glanced up at him she'd only see her reflection in his sunglasses. He neither grunted, groaned or urged her on, as nearly every man she'd ever blown had done. The only clue to his excitement was an occasional gentle thrust into her mouth, or a soft tightening of his hand in her hair.

When he came, then, she was caught totally by surprise. His hot cum splashing against the back of her throat caused her to gag, filling her mouth with cum faster than she could swallow, and forcing a salty stream back out between her lips. Acceding to the inevitable, she opened her mouth and took the last few spurts on her already cum-covered tongue, feeling for all the world like a baby bird begging for food from its mother. But even now, as she turned her cum-covered face to watch him, his face betrayed no emotion. The only evidence that he'd enjoyed the past few minutes was steadily dripping from her chin to her tits.

Monica's brain raced even as she sensuously transferred the cum to her fingers and then to her tongue. Would a single blow job be enough to erase the long list of offenses against her? She could hope, but she didn't think so. He'd want to get into her pussy, the one he'd been staring at for most of the past half hour. The one she'd so conveniently put on display for him. The one she'd technically promised to Roger by accepting his invitation to marriage.

The thought of Roger made her smile. She'd jumped to using sex with this cop, this stranger, pretty quickly. With the way she was dressed, and all the other circumstances, it had been a natural conclusion. But the fact was, she'd hardly given Roger and their situation a second thought. Amazingly, this wasn't the first stranger she'd blown since becoming engaged. When the plumbing contractor had announced that he was pulling his guys off the job working on their new house, she'd arranged to meet him at the work site to set him straight. She'd wanted to settle it without Roger's help; to keep him away from the daily grind of dealing with contractors. Her promises of a 5% incentive and prompt payment had assuaged his complaints. But when he'd asked for the 5% up front, she'd been at a loss. She simply hadn't brought her checkbook with her. When he'd bluntly asked for a blowjob instead, she'd weighed the request the same as any other aspect of their business deal. She'd swallowed his cock in the backseat of his Explorer, gulping down his cum with very little guilt. After all, she'd just saved Roger's bank account hundreds of dollars.

Roger, she reflected, was a very pragmatic man. If he ever knew the details of that encounter, or this one, he'd understand that a little suck and fuck was the best way to avoid some very dire consequences. But why would he ever know? According to the watch on the officer's wrist, Roger wouldn't be arriving for another two hours. More than enough time

She finished licking the sticky cum from her fingers and lips and regarded the snake still dangling before her. Enough time had passed for her to safely take it back into her mouth without hurting the highly sensitive crown. Many men, when stimulated there too soon after orgasm, felt intense pain rather than pleasure. She softly closed her mouth around his swaying snake, using the bottom of her tongue to lubricate the heated skin. Even semi-erect it was an impressive piece of manhood; as solid and muscular as its owner seemed to be.

Monica eyed the equipment and gun hanging around the cop's waist and reached up to unhook his belt. She didn't think she'd want all that stuff banging into her once they started really going at it. But the odd hooks and clasp confounded her; she murmured a plea for help into the cock now stuffed firmly back inside her mouth.

He seemed to understand, undoing the gun belt and pushing it inside his cruiser. His starched blue shirt, starched blue pants, blue undershirt, boxers, socks and shoes soon followed, and finally she found herself sucking on the now rejuvenated cock of a well-muscled young cop, naked except for his sunglasses. Just as she began to wonder if she should just lean back and spread her legs for him, he pulled her to her feet and pressed her down onto the trunk of his cruiser, surprising her when he thrust his tongue deep into her hot, steaming cunt. She'd known very few true pussy-eaters in her life. Most men would eat her out, but usually in reciprocation for her giving them a blowjob. Even Roger only ate her out when he wanted to make sure she would react in kind. But this man had no need to do that. He could do whatever he wanted to her. Thank god, then, that he wanted to do this.