The Work Release Program

by Buckaroo Bonzai



Monica knew that she shouldıve heeded her 
intuition; shouldıve listened to the little voice 
inside her head. But her excitement had overwhelmed 
any doubts, rendering her brainıs warnings 
meaningless in a flood of hormones. Ignoring her 
intuition always prompted an equal and opposite 
reaction. Monicaıs Law was once again in effect.

Sheıd felt the first tingle driving up Highway 36 
just before the town of Dirkson. Sheıd seen the cop 
car idling on the side of the road far enough in 
advance to slow down to just over the speed limit. 
But as she passed, heıd watched her car for just a 
moment too long. Longer than a traffic cop might 
watch a car passing through his speed trap. Longer 
than a small town cop might take to assess an 
unfamiliar car. Longer even than a man might stare 
at a busty blonde driving by in a red sports car 
with the windows rolled down. Just a tad too long. 

She couldıve stopped in the town of Dirkson for a 
Coke from the local liquor store. She couldıve 
popped it open, driven to the small municipal park, 
and enjoyed it in the shade of an old oak tree. She 
couldıve waited for another hour at least, and 
still wouldıve had time to beat Roger to the spot 
in the woods. But her excitement, her lust, had 
been too demanding.

She could blame nothing, and no one, else. One part 
of her brain had tried to warn her. But the other 
part had been busy creating elaborate fantasies for 
the hours ahead. When her fiancé had suggested that 
they get a head start on their vacation, sheıd 
jumped at the chance. And when heıd laid out his 
plans, sheıd left work almost immediately. 

³Hereıs what weıll do,² heıd said, calling from his 
office. ³Take 36 up past Dirkson. About five miles 
out of town thereıs a side road called ³Cook Road.² 
Take that, itıs gravel, down to the end, past all 
the farms. At the Dead End sign thereıs a little 
two track that leads into the woods. Donıt worry 
about the Private Property sign, nobody cares about 
it. Take that path about two miles into the woods 
until you get to a little clearing. Donıt worry, 
youıll know it. Thereıs no place else for you to 
go. Iıll meet you in the clearing about four. And 
then weıll just do what comes naturally.²

That phrase, do what comes naturally,ı had been 
the real kicker for Monica. She knew that he meant 
they were going to have sex in the open, out in the 
grass or under the trees. It was one of her 
favorite fantasies, and the few other times theyıd 
done it outside theyıd fucked like crazy. It had 
been a no-brainer, and sheıd hit the road with 
visions of orgasms dancing in her head.

Sure, sheıd get there a couple of hours early. But 
that would only add to the excitement, help build 
the anticipation. Plus, she could entertain herself 
out there in the woods, miles from any prying eyes. 
She could get herself hot, take herself to the edge 
a few times, so sheıd be wet and primed and ready 
when Roger showed up. So sheıd driven straight up, 
making only one stop. 

She looked in the rearview mirror at the flashing 
lights, watching as the cop climbed out of his 
cruiser and started towards her. Tall, solid, self-
assured, he approached her car calmly and 
unhurriedly. Just another cop making another stop. 
Except that they were miles from nowhere. And itıd 
be two hours before another soul might turn up.

Monica regretted making that single stop on the 
highway now as the cop stared down at her. His eyes 
were unreadable behind the dark, mirrored aviator 
glasses. He could be searching the car for drugs. 
He could be looking for weapons. But she could feel 
his gaze on her, a feeling she knew very well. He 
was looking down her dress at her ample cleavage. 
And looking beyond that at the hem of her dress, 
where her legs disappeared below the fabric. As a 
36 D blue-eyed blonde, she experienced that gaze a 
lot. 

Donıt make me get out, she thought at him, assuming 
a studiously unthreatening posture. She did have 
secrets to hide, but if she got out they wouldnıt 
stay hidden for long.

³License and registration, maıam,² he said, his 
voice as impassive as his gaze. 

Shit. She shouldıve gotten those out already. She 
shouldıve been prepared for that. Now sheıd have to 
lean way over to the glove box, and heıd be 
watching her the whole time. There was no way to 
refuse his request, either. She leaned over, 
acutely conscious of the way her breasts spilled 
forward to fill out the front of her dress; of the 
sweat suddenly cooling on her bare back; of the way 
her dress rode up to suddenly expose her thighs and 
ass. He took her paperwork without comment, 
appearing to study them but probably watching as 
she adjusted her dress to better cover her breasts, 
legs and back.

³Would you please get out of the car, Ms. Stanson?² 
he asked in a neutral voice. 

She didnıt detect a note of interest there; maybe 
he was gay. She could only hope. 

She stepped out of the car, berating herself for 
having stopped at the travel area. Instead of 
greeting Roger in her business attire, sheıd wanted 
to surprise him with a sexy outfit. So sheıd 
changed into a sheer, white, spaghetti strap sun 
dress, so short that it barely covered the bottom 
curve of her ass, and with so much cleavage that it 
barely covered her nipples. To make matters worse, 
sheıd shed all of her underwear. She wore not a bra 
nor panties, only the dress and a pair of high 
heels. She looked hot and sexy, but for the wrong 
man.

³Step around to the rear of the vehicle,² the cop 
intoned, his voice and manner betraying nothing. 

Was he even aware how vulnerable she felt? Or was 
he already fucking her with his eyes?

³You realize youıre on Private Property?² he asked, 
escorting her to the rear. She nodded. There was no 
denying that. Sheıd passed three Private Property 
signs on the way to the clearing.

³Mind if I take a look inside?² 

She nodded again, not sure if she felt more nervous 
about standing there so exposed, or by his 
dispassionate demeanor. 

She watched through the rear window as he bent into 
the front seat, then reached around to extract 
something from the back seat. As he strode back she 
could see the two pints of tequila in his hand. 
Sheıd brought it to have something to drink with 
Roger. A way to lubricate their inhibitions.

³Itıs illegal to have an open bottle of alcohol in 
a vehicle. Were you aware of that?² he asked, 
placing the bottles on the trunk lid with a solid 
thump. 

³I wasnıt drinking and driving, if thatıs what 
youıre getting at,² she retorted, no longer so 
submissive.

³I didnıt say you were drinking and driving. I said 
you have an open bottle of alcohol,² he replied 
calmly, flicking the broken seal. ³And it looks 
like a good third of it is gone.²

She had taken a few sips at the rest area. But that 
couldnıt be a crime, could it? 

³Put your hands on the top of the trunk and spread 
your legs. Iım going to call this in, and I donıt 
want you running off.²

As she bent over, she felt the tickle of the wind 
in the cleft between her legs. Just below her chin, 
her breasts dangled freely inside her dress, 
unfettered by the thin fabric. She didnıt need to 
look back to know that he now had an unobstructed 
view of her ass and pussy, and could probably see 
her tits and nipples as well. Ostensibly still 
clothed in the dress, she felt totally vulnerable 
and exposed. Worse, though, was the knowledge that 
sheıd placed herself in this position.

The minutes passed like hours as she stood 
stretched over the trunk of her car. Occasionally 
sheıd hear the crackle of the police radio, but 
mostly the only sounds were the wind in the trees 
and the birds chirping. She began to sweat in the 
midday sun, and soon droplets were gathering in the 
valley between her breasts and slowly rolling down 
her tits, to finally dangle from her nipples before 
falling onto the fabric below. She could feel sweat 
dampening the crack of her ass and the folds of her 
pussy and wondered how it might look to the 
officer. Did it sparkle in the sunlight? Or simply 
make her skin glisten? She didnıt doubt that heıd 
be studying her cunt from the safety of his car. Or 
that heıd be imagining his cock thrust deep between 
her legs. He may appear dispassionate, but no man 
could resist such a blatant sexual come-on, no 
matter how unwilling.

How could she get out of this? If he just listened 
to her explanation, and didnıt jump to any 
conclusions, sheıd be able to convince him that 
sheıd just made a mistake coming here. But if he 
didnıt listen? Did she want to spend the weekend 
trying to clear this up? Or get Roger involved? He 
didnıt have much of a sense of humor when it came 
to stupid mistakes. What she needed was a Plan B. 
Just in case. 

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

³Did you know you have three unpaid parking 
tickets, Ms. Stanson?² he asked, his eyes still 
shielded by the sunglasses, though undoubtedly 
admiring the curve and heft of her tits. 

³II donıt know,² she stammered. Sheıd paid those, 
hadnıt she? Or maybe not. She couldnıt remember. 
But what did that have to do with this?

³Would you mind standing up straight and putting 
your hands behind your back?² he asked calmly. 

She started at the cold click of the handcuff 
locking, even though his question shouldıve warned 
her. ³Am I being arrested, then?² she asked, 
disbelief and wonder in her voice.

³No, maıam. Itıs simply procedure. The unpaid 
tickets make you a flight risk. But I do need to 
know if I can look in your trunk.²

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 cruiserıs hood, unzipping it as he 
questioned her.

³What exactly were you doing out here, anyway?²

She considered lying for a moment, but couldnıt 
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.

³Iım supposed to meet someone out here,² 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 sheıd packed and set them on the 
trunk lid, then set her flogger next to them. 

³Hooker?² he asked.

³No way!² she vehemently denied. ³I am meeting a 
man,² she added, blushing from head to toe. As his 
silence continued, she felt the need to explain 
further. ³Heıs my boyfriend.² 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 werenıt all written for her. And as 
he spilled the contents into his hand, she realized 
that many were generic, and so didnıt 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, 
³Well, Ms. Stanson, Iım not sure what to think. 
Weıve 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. 
Thatıs a couple of felonies, possibly drug 
trafficking. Thatıs more than enough to write you 
up and take you in, Iıd say. I donıt see another 
way to resolve this, do you?²

Was that an opening right there? She wasnıt sure. 
What she did know was that she didnıt 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, itıd be much better to try Plan B. Actually, 
Plan B wouldnıt be that bad, she rationalized. Same 
moves, different guy. But given how obliquely heıd 
manipulated her into this position, it was clear 
that sheıd have to make all the moves. But sheıd 
have to get out of these handcuffs first.

³I can explain all this,² she said pointedly, 
shaking her head to indicate the evidence strewn 
across the hood. ³But can you first take these 
off?² she asked, standing upright and clumsily 
gesturing with her cuffed hands. ³Iım not much of a 
risk to run in these high heels, especially out 
here, now am I?²

Monica felt sure sheıd called it right when, 
instead of unlocking the cuffs from behind, the 
officer instead leaned across her body to do it, 
accidentallyı brushing against her breasts in the 
process. Rubbing her wrists, she quickly knelt 
before him, announcing, ³Actually, I think I can 
make my argument better from down here.² 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 didnıt 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 
wasnıt 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 sheıd 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 sheıd only 
see her reflection in his sunglasses. He neither 
grunted, groaned or urged her on, as nearly every 
man sheıd 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 
heıd enjoyed the past few minutes was steadily 
dripping from her chin to her tits. 

Monicaıs 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 didnıt think so. Heıd want to get 
into her pussy, the one heıd been staring at for 
most of the past half hour. The one sheıd so 
conveniently put on display for him. The one sheıd 
technically promised to Roger by accepting his 
invitation to marriage.

The thought of Roger made her smile. Sheıd 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, sheıd hardly given 
Roger and their situation a second thought. 
Amazingly, this wasnıt the first stranger sheıd 
blown since becoming engaged. When the plumbing 
contractor had announced that he was pulling his 
guys off the job working on their new house, sheıd 
arranged to meet him at the work site to set him 
straight. Sheıd wanted to settle it without Rogerıs 
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 heıd asked for the 5% up 
front, sheıd been at a loss. She simply hadnıt 
brought her checkbook with her. When heıd bluntly 
asked for a blowjob instead, sheıd weighed the 
request the same as any other aspect of their 
business deal. Sheıd swallowed his cock in the 
backseat of his Explorer, gulping down his cum with 
very little guilt. After all, sheıd just saved 
Rogerıs 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, heıd 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 officerıs wrist, Roger wouldnıt 
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 copıs waist and reached up to unhook his belt. 
She didnıt think sheıd 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. 
Sheıd 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.

As his tongue rasped again and again over her clit, 
the pleasure flushed all of her questions from her 
head. She let her body relax against the burning 
steel, the heat reduced to just another sensation 
competing with the electric sparks he was producing 
inside her slippery slit. She moaned and gasped as 
small orgasms shook her, and she could hear herself 
whispering ³Yes, yes,² every time his tongue or 
teeth touched her quivering clit. Even as the 
sensations threatened to overload her system, she 
became aware of the blatant carnality of her 
situation. Here she was, spread eagle on a car 
trunk, her cunt split by the tongue of a stranger 
whose cum she could still taste in her mouth. She 
imagined what sheıd look like to Roger should he 
approach right now, her hips thrusting her cunt 
into another manıs face, her tits bouncing, her 
nipples hard, her head thrashing as she asked for, 
no, begged for another man to eat her pussy and 
suck her clit. All the while, her engagement ring 
glinting in the sunlight, like a beacon calling 
out, ³Hereıs a slut, guys, ready for the fucking!² 
With that, it all coalesced and she felt herself in 
the familiar spiral of an orgasm, the pleasure 
coursing through her like a tidal wave. 

Sweat-soaked, weak-kneed and still trembling, she 
took a few steps and collapsed into the grass, her 
legs splayed open to reveal her red, juice-soaked 
pussy, in an invitation recognizable since the dawn 
of time. Modern though he may be, the cop heeded 
his instincts and dropped atop her, his cock 
sliding home with the accuracy of a heat-seeking 
missile. Though still muddled from her head-
shattering orgasm, Monica could tell that he was 
holding back. But for what? She got her answer just 
a few moments later as he abruptly withdrew and 
pressed her knees to the side. Of course! Heıd 
spent lots of time looking at her ass, and now he 
wanted to sample her from behind. Sheıd barely 
balanced herself on her hands and knees when he 
drove his stiff rod into her swollen cunt, ramming 
it in until his balls slapped against her ass. 

He pounded at her savagely for several minutes, 
pausing only to reach down and grope her swaying 
tits. Finally she felt him stiffen behind her, then 
pump several spurts of his creamy sperm deep into 
her burning slit, as if to quench the fires raging 
inside her. After he pulled his pole from her, she 
turned around and licked the sticky remains from 
the length of him, knowing how much most men 
enjoyed having a woman clean up in this matter. 

As he dressed, Monica leaned naked against the 
patrol car, worrying that he might still double-
cross her on their deal. He still held all the 
cards, though she had some of his DNA in her cunt 
to corroborate her story, if she had to tell it. 

³Well, Ms. Stanson. Iıd say that youıve 
successfully completed our work release program. I 
trust youıve learned your lesson. And I do suggest 
that you get those parking tickets cleared up. 
After all, the next officer you meet might not take 
it so easy on you.²

 She still couldnıt see past his sunglasses, but 
she could imagine the sardonic look in his eyes. 
³Yes, sir,² she replied simply. She wanted him away 
from here, because if his watch was correct, Roger 
would be showing up at any time!

³And I suggest that you and your boyfriend find 
someplace more private than this private property 
to have a good time. You never know whoıs going to 
show up here.²

She agreed vehemently with that. She planned on 
catching Roger before he even got off the main 
road. She wanted to warn him that the cops came 
down hard on lawbreakers in this part of the 
county. Real hard.


