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       The Traffic Stop

       Old Route 17 between Livingston Manor and Roscoe, New York
runs along Catskill Park which is a New York State protected
forestry area that is open to visitors all year round.  It is a
two lane roadway that was initially created by the farmers who
travelled to buy seed and sell their crops at the farm markets in
either town.  Over the years it was upgraded from dirt to gravel
to asphalt, but never widened or expanded, so it remained a two
lane country road.  Exactly half way between the two small
country towns is a stretch of road the police and locals call
‘The Trap’.  The bend in the road and the straight away that
followed made it a great spot for police vehicles to sit and
clock the cars coming out of the curve.  During the day drivers
had no problem negotiating the curve, but after dark it became
much more treacherous.  The younger drivers waited for nightfall
to test their driving abilities.  Entering the curve at a
somewhat reduced rate of speed, but still faster than the posted
speed limit as they hit the apex of the curve, flooring the
accelerator, and exiting onto the straightaway usually somewhere
around sixty to one hundred miles an hour.  The posted speed
limit entering the curve is thirty-five miles an hour and upon
exiting it rises to forty-five miles an hour.  Based upon New
York Vehicular Law, a driver clocked at seventy miles an hour
receiving a speeding ticket is faced a fine of one hundred and
fifty dollars and four points on his or her license.  Being
ticketed for exceeding one hundred miles an hour was loss of
license, fine of one thousand dollars, and a doubling of
insurance rates for the owner of the vehicle.

       The Livingston Manor and Roscoe city councils decided in
the early 1960’s to combine their small police departments to
save money on police cars, insurance, and employees.  The city
councils also decided to use ‘The Trap’ to increase their
revenues by increasing the number of speeding tickets issued on a
weekly basis.  The only negative was the number of fatal
accidents caused by drunken teenagers trying to drive as if they
were in the Daytona 500.  The Livingston Manor – Roscoe Police
Department, lovingly called LMRPD, consists of a Chief-of-Police,
one Sergeant, four patrolmen, a secretary, and a dispatcher. 
When they needed or required help the New York State Troopers
were not far from their patrol area as they covered the new Route
17 which basically replaced Old Route 17 as the main thoroughfare
through the area.

       Patrolman Mark Johnston preferred to work the four to
midnight shifts, but this week due to the department’s inability
to get a part time patrolman to cover a patrolman’s vacation
time, he was working the hated midnight to eight graveyard shift.
 Being the youngest and the only single man in the department, he
knew he had no excuse that would pass muster with his superiors.
Working midnights meant he could spend some time sitting by ‘The
Trap’ to see if he could increase his quota of issued speeding
tickets.  Mark knew the best time to sit at ‘The Trap’ was
between midnight and 5:00AM which is closing time for the local
taverns.  As much as he hated the assholes that drove drunk, they
were still game for his pulling them over, giving them multiple
citations, and increasing the money in both towns cash-on-hand
bank account.

       The earlier hours of his shift was broken up by two
domestic disputes which didn’t take him all that long to settle
down.  The first couple was known to him and all he had to do was
take the drunken husband by the throat and threaten him that if
he didn’t calm down he’d have Mark’s truncheon shoved up his ass.
 That usually was enough for the drunk to begin crying and stop
harassing his also very drunk wife.  The second call involved a
younger newlywed couple who were arguing over who had to take the
garbage down the lane to put it out for the sanitation truck the
next morning.  Mike was absolutely taken with the young wife, but
couldn’t believe the two were arguing about who was going to take
the two garbage cans down the lane.  He settled the argument by
making each of them take a can together to the end of the lane
that lead to their cottage.  Thankfully each of them listened to
him and did not make a fuss over his rather simple solution to
their idiotic dispute.

       At precisely 2:00AM, Mark parked his Ford Crown Victoria
in the little cove that hid the car from the on-coming traffic as
it exited ‘The Turn’, but allowed the rear window mounted radar
detector enough room to track the vehicles exiting the curve. 
The radar gun took a few moments to setup and calibrate.  Now all
he had to do was sit and wait for the first jerk to come out of
the curve exceeding the speed limit.  To keep himself awake, he
idly scratched his balls and read the newest edition of Penthouse
Letters.  Mark Johnson, at the tender age of 23, was a total
sexual pervert.  His parents, brothers, and sister knew nothing
of his constant need for sexual satisfaction.  Luckily for him,
he is a tall, good looking, young-adult, who has no problems
meeting women, and ending up having his manhood shoved balls deep
into their wide open accepting pussies.  Sitting alone in his
police cruiser did nothing to help him keep his sexual needs
under control.  He thought about masturbating, but thought better
of it because it would be his luck to have one of his bosses walk
up just as his cock exploded spurting his usually large amount of
spew all over his stomach and chest.

       He tried to keep from looking at his watch every three to
four minutes so the time wouldn’t pass as slow as he thought it
was.  Just as he looked up from his watch for the umpteenth time,
he saw the headlights of a car coming around the curve.  Mark
kept an eye on the remote led output from the radar gun that was
hanging on the outside rear window of his patrol car.  As the car
rounded the curve, the speed of the oncoming car increased.  He
watched as the led figures jumped from 50 to 60 to 75 miles an
hour.  He had his first speeder for the night.  Easing the shift
into drive, he stepped on the accelerator as he flipped the
switches for the roof lights and siren.  In a matter of moments
he was behind the speeding car using the siren button to make
enough noise to get the attention of the driver of the Toyota
Camry.

       Susan Constance Smith, thirty-five, married, and a mother
of three was the driver of the car Patrolman Johnston had just
pulled over.  The car was stopped and sat partially on the
roadway because there was no space on either side of the road to
legally park or stop an automobile.  Mark took down the license
number of the vehicle and keyed it into the laptop computer.  The
program he was using would do a search on the license plate
number and return the owner’s name, make and model, and any wants
and warrants against the owner or registration.  As he waited for
a response from the software he could see the driver running her
hands over her long auburn hair.  The report came back clean, but
he did have her for doing seventy-five in a forty-five mile an
hour zone.

       Stepping out of his vehicle with his right hand resting on
the butt of his Glock 19, Mark Johnston approached the driver’s
side of the Toyota Camry that was sitting idling on the side of
the road.  As he approached, he saw the driver lower her window
and heard her begin to plead with him not to give her a ticket.

       “License, registration, and insurance card please” stated
Mark.  “Do you have any idea as to why I pulled you over Miss?”

       Susan Smith didn’t even think to have the documents for
him prior to his arrival at the driver’s side of her car.  She
fumbled in her pocketbook for her license and wondered out loud
where in the world she would find the registration and insurance
card.  As she sat there bewildered, she realized that she should
look in the glove compartment where she found the two documents
in the folder that was there for their safekeeping.  Susan
retrieved them, turned to hand them to the patrolman when she
noticed the smile on his face as he peered into her car.

       “Here are my license, registration, and insurance card. 
Officer, please, I don’t know why you pulled me over,” she said.
       
       Mark looked at the name on the license and responded, “Ms.
Smith, I clocked you coming out of the curve on Old Route 17 at
seventy-five miles an hour.  That is thirty miles over the speed
limit.  Are you in a rush to get somewhere?”

       Susan Smith put her hands over her face and began to cry.
Mark had seen this game performed by many a woman trying to get
herself out of a ticket.  Calming herself down, she said, “I was
just coming from a friend’s house and I wanted to get home
because I told my husband I would be home before midnight.”

       Mark noticed she was wearing a thin halter top that did
not make it to the top of the very short black leather mini-skirt
she was wearing.  He also noticed she was not wearing any
stockings.  The halter top did not make any attempt to hide her
voluptuous breasts as he could see down between them.  He could
feel a stirring in his loins as he gazed upon her breasts, naked
flat stomach, and thin legs that emanated from the black
mini-skirt.  Mark stepped away from the driver’s side door and
spoke, “Please turn off your car and exit the vehicle.”

       Susan was astounded, “Why???  I didn’t do anything
wrong!!!”

       Mark with an edge to his voice, responded, “Ms. Smith,
please turn off the vehicle and exit the car.  Now!!!”

       Susan saw the patrolman had placed his right hand back on
the butt of his gun.  It was still encased in the black holster,
but she could see that he was not in any mood for shenanigans. 
She turned the car off, opened the door, and exited the vehicle.
As she stood next to her car with the headlights from the patrol
car illuminating the two of them, she gasped to herself at the
sight of the young, good looking, patrolman standing in front of
her.  She looked directly into his eyes and without meaning to
she swayed in obvious attraction to him.

       Mark watched as she stood there waiting for his next
command.  In his two short years on the job, it never crossed his
mind to use his good looks and his under-the-radar sexual
perversion during a traffic stop as a means of empowerment.  As
she swooned, he felt his cock begin to harden behind his uniform
pants.  “Ms. Smith, please walk to the back of your car and face
the trunk.”

       Susan looked at him wondering why he was asking her to do
that.  She said, “Please officer, I need to get home.  My husband
is going to wonder what happened to me.”  Susan stood at the back
of her car waiting for an answer.

       Mark could see she was wearing a pair of black leather
sandals with heels that had to be six inches in height.  Ms.
Susan Smith was dressed like the proverbial slut.  He stepped up
behind her and gently pushed her forward so her hands were
resting on the trunk of her car.  “I’m going to search the
interior of your car.  You are to stay exactly as you are.  One
move and I will handcuff you and place you in the back seat of my
cruiser.  Do you understand me?”

       Susan was beginning to shake not from fear of any physical
abuse, but from the possibility of the patrolman finding the
small amount of marijuana and cocaine that was stashed in the
center console of her car.  “Yes, sir, but please, please, let me
go home.  If I was speeding I’m sorry and I’ll never do it again.
 Just give me the ticket and let me be on my way.”

       Mark could see the fear in Susan’s eyes as he returned to
begin his search of her car.  He was hoping to find her panties
in her pocketbook, but instead found what she hoped he wouldn’t.
In the center console of her vehicle he uncovered a nice sized
bag of marijuana and a larger than usual vile that contained at
least a gram-and-a-half of brown cocaine.  Holding the two
illegal substances in his left hand he approached the now crying
woman.

       “Ms. Smith, you are busted.  I found marijuana and cocaine
in the center console of your car.”  He lied, “The quantity
you’re possessing is a Class A felony in this state.  You could
do at least ten to fifteen years in a women’s maximum security
prison.  Why in God’s name are you carrying illegal drugs when
you’re speeding home?  Give me a good reason not to lock your ass
up and throw away the key!!!”

       “Oh, God!!!” she cried.  “I’m so busted.  I’m not coming
from a girl friend’s house.  I’m coming from my lover’s where I
just spent the night cheating on my husband.  Look at the way I’m
dressed!!!  I wanted to get home and change before my husband
could see me.  Please, officer, I’ll do anything, ANYTHING, just
don’t arrest me!!!”

       Mark put the contraband items on the lid of trunk of
Susan’s car.  He stepped behind her and placed his left hand on
her shoulder and gently pushed her forward.  Using his right foot
he forced her legs apart.  While keeping his left hand on her
back he lowered the zipper to his uniform pants.  As he was
thinking about what he was going to do, he realized that she
could be standing in front of him filled with the cum of her
lover and he was not into sloppy seconds.  Susan Smith felt
something going on behind her and then she sensed it suddenly
coming to a stop.

       Susan realized that the patrolman was planning on fucking
her but she felt that if she let him she’d never be able to get
him to stop using her for his carnal pleasure.  If she tried to
stop him, she knew he’d simply step back and handcuff her.  She’d
have to call her husband and tell him she’d been arrested for
possession of illegal drugs.  She thought that the best
resolution to her problem was to see if she could get away with a
minimal sexual encounter.  A hand job or a blow job should
satisfy the patrolman’s need to use her in response to her saying
she’d do anything to keep from being arrested.

       Susan spoke in a whiney voice before Mark could say
anything, “Officer, listen to me. Please!!!  I told you I’d do
anything you want and I mean it, but I don’t think you want to
put your bare cock into a pussy that is filled with another man’s
cum.  Just let me turn around and give you a great hand job.”

       Mark laughed and replied, “A fuckin’ hand job for a Class
A felony!!!  You got to be kiddin’ me lady.  You’re correct when
you say I’m not into sloppy seconds.  So I’m going to step back
and you’re going to turn around.  You’re going to get on your
knees, fish my cock out of my pants, and suck me liked you’ve
never sucked a cock before.  Failure to provide what I need now
will only force me to arrest you.  And, don’t think that a blow
job is going to settle your account with me.  You, dear slut,
were bringing a cunt full of cum back to your husband to either
eat or feel around what you consider his useless cock as he fucks
you and you tell him about how many times your lover deposited
his essence in your whore hole.  Don’t even fuckin’ try to deny
it, lady!”

       Susan Smith turned around to see Mark standing about a
foot-and-a-half away from the rear of her car.  She could see the
zipper to his blue uniform pants was open.  He stood with his
legs slightly apart, his right hand on the butt of his gun, and
with his other he pointed in front of him.  Susan looked into his
eyes and could see he wasn’t one to trifle with.  She stepped
forward, knelt down on the hard asphalt surface, and reached into
the patrolman’s pants with her right hand.  She found the opening
to his boxer shorts and felt the base of what she thought was
going to be a rather large cock.  Susan moved her hand deeper in
between the officer’s legs and found what she was searching for.
She put her hand around it and pulled what appeared to be a ten
inch cock from between the officer’s legs.

       “Oh, my.  I didn’t think you were packing such a
wonderfully large male appendage,” chortled Susan.  Her eyes
moved from the cock that was now hanging out of the officer’s
pants to his and back again.  She made a point of obnoxiously
licking her lips in anticipation of taking his mammoth cock into
her mouth.  Then she realized that if another car came around the
curve and down the road the driver and/or the passenger would get
an eyeful of her sucking the officer’s cock.  She thought to
herself that may not be a bad thing but she felt herself getting
quite wet thinking about how nice it would be to have that thick
piece of man meat pounding her thirty-five year old pussy.

       Mark saw her hesitation and wondered if he was too big for
her.  “So, lady, never seen a cock that big before?”

       Susan looked up at him, her eyes twinkling, chuckled, and
said, “You are bigger than my present lover, but I’ve had bigger
cocks.  What is bothering me concerns a car coming up on us as
I’m kneeling with your manhood sliding in and out of my mouth.  I
don’t know how a driver would react to seeing a rather imposing
officer-of-the-law pumping his rampant cock into some poor
woman’s mouth on the side of this rather narrow roadway.  Why
don’t we go someplace where we can both be comfortable?  Then I
can fellate you with the confidence that we won’t get caught and
you’ll enjoy the mouth of a woman who just loves to give head.”

       Mark realized that she was right in her assumption. 
Without putting his cock back into his uniform pants, he moved to
the passenger side of his vehicle and opened the door.  He
pointed and said, “Get in.  Try any shenanigans and I’ll make
sure you’ll spend a good long time as a carpet muncher to some
overweight convict in a woman’s prison.”  Susan rose from her
kneeling position, taking a second to wipe off the gravel that
was on her knees, and made her way into the rear seat of the
police cruiser.  Mark got in next to her.  He reached for the
back of her head and pushed it down to his flaccid cock.  “Suck
me,” was all he said.

       Susan Smith did not complain or comment about how the
officer pushed her head down to his exposed but flaccid cock. 
She reached with her right hand to lift the cock she was about to
suck to a position so she could place her ruby red lips around
its circumcised head.  She could feel the shaft thicken in
anticipation of her mouth beginning to caress the perfectly
shaped helmet that formed the head of Mark’s cock.  Being the
slut she was, Susan opened her mouth and greedily sucked the
officer’s cock into her mouth.  Not needing to prepare herself
for the length and width of Mark’s manhood, she slipped his cock
to the back of her mouth as she began to stroke the length of the
shaft that was not inside her oral cavity.  Her only
disappointment came when she unconsciously went to massage his
balls only to be stopped by the cotton fabric of his uniform
pants.  She had totally forgotten that his cock was only
presented to her through the zipper opening.

       Mark felt the woman’s lips slid over the sensitive head of
his cock and in response he moved ever so slightly forward giving
her easier access to his hardening penis.  He totally forgot he
was on duty as he began to press Susan’s head to get her to take
more of his ten inches into her mouth and throat.  Susan didn’t
fight the pressure on her head.  She just relaxed her throat and
allowed Mark’s thick cock to slide down her oral pussy.  Once he
felt his cock slide past her gag point and into her throat, Mark
knew he had a winner, so he took control of her head and began to
use it to masturbate his cock.  Susan didn’t resist his taking
control of her act of fellatio.  She was used to having men force
their cocks down her throat.  Her only worry was if her nose was
going to get an abrasion on it from hitting the metal zipper of
his uniform pants.

       Mark knew he didn’t have the luxury of time so he took
Susan by her head and held it as he raised and lowered his hips
as if he was fucking her vaginally.  He could feel the smooth
slick mucous lining of her throat surround his hard cock.  He
loved that she didn’t fight his use of her mouth as a fuck tool.
He started to thrust and knew that he was going to blast off in a
few more strokes.  Susan could feel the shaft of the cock that
was sliding into and out of her throat begin to thicken against
her tongue.  When he slid the head out of her throat and forced
it back down she knew from its feel he was going to spew his
ejaculate directly into her stomach.

       Mark pushed one last time.  Susan’s face was against his
crotch.  He exploded.  Susan felt his cock pulse four times
before he released her head and allowed her to slide his still
hard and pulsating cock from deep within her throat.  She
couldn’t believe how much cum he was shooting.  As she held his
cock in the cavity of her mouth, four more voluminous ropes of
cum filled it.  She swallowed trying to keep up with his load,
but she failed and some of his cum dribbled out of her mouth and
onto his pants.  When he finished shooting off into Susan’s mouth
Mark pulled his cock out and retrieved his handkerchief from his
left rear pocket, which he used to wipe her saliva and the
remaining cum from his cock.  Susan sat up and used the back of
her hand to wipe the saliva and cum from her chin.  To make a
point to Mark, she licked the back of her hand clean showing him
just what a total slut she really was and will continue to be in
the future.

       “First, I have to commend you on your cock sucking
abilities.  Second, you’re not off the hook.  Third, I’ll tell
you when you’re free of my intention to arrest you.  I will make
a point of checking up on you as much as possible.  The evidence
I have will not disappear and I will protect the fact that your
fingerprints are all over the baggy and vial.  I intend to get
that pussy when it is not full of another man’s cum.  And don’t
think I’m not going to slide this ten inch monster into your
sweet ass.  Susan Constance Smith, you are indebted to me for as
long as I deem for not arresting you tonight.”

       Susan looked at him, shivered, and responded, “I can see
from your name plate your surname is Johnston.  I just let you
fuck my mouth with what I consider to be a very nice male
appendage.  I am willing to let you fuck me anytime you want.  My
three orifices are yours for the taking.  Please, don’t hold the
amount of illegal drugs you uncovered in my vehicle over my head.
 I’d gladly give you want you want anytime you want.  Just give
me enough advance notice.”

       Mark thought for a moment and replied, “I’m willing to
release you from your potential arrest when I’ve had you enough
times that you’re just begging me to fuck you.  I also want to
become the man that fucks you in front of your husband, because I
think you just like to fuck around behind his back.  If you want
to be a slut, then be honest with him and let him see what he
isn’t giving you.  Deal or no deal?”

       Susan replied, “If I say no deal?”

       Mark smiled and said, “I’ll just handcuff you now and take
you to jail.  It will be my word against yours about what just
happened in the backseat of this vehicle.”

       Susan groaned.  She could see that he was not going to
release her even if she complied.  Her crying when she was pulled
over did not work either.  She felt her goose was cooked.  She
never fucked another man in front of her husband.  She knew he
had an idea that she was fucking other men better endowed than he
was, but she never rubbed his face in it.  She sighed and agreed
to become his slut.

       “Now, Susan, exit my vehicle, get into yours, buckle up,
and drive home safely.  I know where you live and I’ll be in
touch.”

       Susan Smith did not look back.  She quickly walked to her
car, opened the driver side door, entered the vehicle, started
it, and drove away thankful that she wasn’t handcuffed and on her
way to jail.  Mark Johnston returned to the front seat of his
vehicle and found his little black book where he entered entirely
from memory Susan’s full name, address, and telephone number
which had appeared on his laptop screen when he acquired the
automobile’s registration data.  He started his patrol car,
performed a U-turn, and returned to the cove where hopefully
another speeder would break up his time on the graveyard shift.

       Time passed slowly for Mark.  Except for Susan’s speeding
no one passed his spot exceeding the speed limit that is until a
red Corvette Z06 passed him doing well over one hundred at
4:00AM.  He took off after the Corvette with lights and sirens. 
The driver of the Corvette did not stop until Mark pulled
alongside of him and gently made a move to push the car off the
road.  When they came to a stop the Corvette was half on the
pavement and half on the gravel while Mark’s cruiser was caddy
corner across the front to the Corvette blocking the possibility
of a forward escape.

       Mark jumped out of his vehicle, un-holstered his Glock,
pointed it at the driver of the Corvette, and yelled, “Let me see
you hands!!!  Don’t try anything silly!!!  Turn off the car, toss
the keys out the window, and let me see your hands.”

       The driver of the Corvette almost pissed his pants when he
saw the working end of a Glock 19 pointed at him.  His passenger
began to wail and cry as she raised her hands against the roof of
the Corvette.  The driver screamed, “Officer, I have to put the
car in reverse before I turn it off or it won’t start without
someone from Chevrolet coming out here or it being towed to the
dealership.  Please, holster your gun.  I’m going to listen to
you.  Please!!!”

       Mark didn’t holster his weapon he screamed back, “Do what
you need to do quickly.  I want to see the keys fly out the
window in less than ten seconds or you’re going to be ripped out
of that vehicle.  Now do it!!!”

       The driver fumbled to get the gear shift lever into
reverse and when he did he turn off the ignition and tossed the
keys out of the driver’s side window.  Meanwhile, his female
passenger continued to have a panic attack as she kept her hands
on the interior roof of the Corvette.  The driver placed his
hands outside the window and reached for the door handle to open
the door.  He pushed the door open and exited the vehicle.  Mark
kept the working end of his Glock 19 pointed at the driver.  He
was not going to give an inch to this crazy bastard who he
clocked coming out of the curve at one hundred and six miles an
hour.

       “Keep your hands where I can see them and move to the back
of the vehicle.  Then put your hands palms down on the rear deck.
 Do it now!!!” yelled Mark.   He watched as the driver made it to
the rear of the Corvette and assumed the position he was told to.
 Mark then turned his attention to the passenger.  He pointed his
weapon at the passenger side of the front windshield and yelled,
“”Passenger, open the door and get out of the vehicle.”

       The passenger continued to cry and gasp for breath.  She
didn’t respond to Mark’s commands.  He had to make a decision
before the female did something stupid or collapsed from the
panic attack that was consuming her.  He holstered his weapon and
walked around to the passenger side of the Corvette and opened
the door.  He looked at the driver and thanked him with his eyes
that he was smart enough to unlock both doors before he exited
the vehicle.  When he looked inside the Corvette he saw the still
frightened girl keeping her hands on the interior roof of the
car.  Mark reached in and gently touched what appeared to be an
eighteen to twenty year old female.  The girl screamed even
louder when she felt Mark’s hand on her shoulder.  He turned to
the driver and asked, “What is her name?”

       The driver responded, “Yvette Montrose.”

       Mark said to the driver, “You move one inch from where you
are and I promise you’ll have a 9mm between your eyes quicker
than you can say Jackie Robinson.”  Mark didn’t wait for a
response.  He knelt down and quietly spoke to the still crazed
passenger.  “Yvette.  It’s ok now.  You can put your hands down.
Take a deep breath and hold it.  Just try to relax.  Yvette, look
at me.  I’m not going to hurt you.”

       Yvette Montrose, eighteen, a high school senior, never had
the occasion or reason to have a gun pointed at her.  She heard
the officer speaking to her and turned to look at him.  She saw
him looking back at her not in anger but with what could only be
considered a look of concern.  Yvette put her hands down and
using all of her inner might got herself under control.  She
turned and began to exit the Corvette.  Mark offered her his hand
and she took it.  Her long, thin fingers felt his strong manly
fingers take a grip and gently help her exit the vehicle.  Mark
stood and was immediately taken with the small extremely thin
teenager that stood before him.  He didn’t release her hand but
guided her to the rear passenger side of the Corvette where he
told her to stand but not next to the driver.

       “So, Michael Schumacher, where were you headed at one
hundred plus at 4:00 in the morning?”  Mark hadn’t even asked for
his license, registration, and insurance card.  He stepped behind
the driver took his right hand and placed it behind his back. 
Mark handcuffed the driver without any fight from him.  “I’m
going to search you.  Are there any needles, knives, or sharp
objects I need to worry about in your pockets?”

       Allen Wilson, twenty-one, a RPI college senior home on the
weekend to have a prearranged date with his younger sister’s best
friend, stood shaking in his shoes.  He was doing everything
possible to keep himself from pissing in his pants.  He answered
the patrolman, “No, Sir.  There is nothing in my pockets except
for some change and my wallet in my back pocket.”

       Mark patted down the frightened man making it plainly
obvious that he was not happy with him.  He removed thirty-three
cents from his right front pocket and his wallet from his right
rear pocket.  He opened the wallet to retrieve his driver’s
license.  Mark noticed there was a large amount of bills in the
paper money compartment and estimated it hat to be close to five
hundred dollars.  He wondered to himself why a twenty-one year
old would have that much cash with him.  He looked over at the
girl who was now as quiet as a mouse and saw she was just as
frightened as the driver.
       “Where is the registration and insurance card for this
vehicle?” asked Mark.

       Allen responded, “In the glove compartment, but you’re
going to need the keys to open it.”

       Mark looked at him and nodded.  He walked to where the
keys lay between the vehicles and picked them up.  He walked over
to the passenger side, leaned in, opened the glove compartment,
and retrieved the registration and insurance card.  Standing next
to the Corvette he knew he had to run the plate number and he
couldn’t just leave the two of them standing behind the vehicle
while he keyed in the information on the driver.  And, he didn’t
want them talking to one another, so he motioned to Yvette to
follow him over to his cruiser.  He opened the driver’s side rear
door and told her to get into the rear of his cruiser.  She
looked at her date and began to cry anew as she complied with his
order.  Allen Wilson just stood frozen behind his Corvette
wishing he wasn’t such as asshole when he was behind the wheel of
his graduation present.

       “Yvette, you’re not under arrest.  I just want to separate
the two of you.  Now calm down and let me do what I have to so I
can be assured that your friend did not steal that car.”

       Yvette did as he asked and continued to sniffle and
quietly moan in the back seat as Mark keyed in the information
from Allen Wilson’s license.  The car was registered and insured
to his father, Reginald Wilson.  It didn’t take long for the
computers to respond with no wants or warrants on the driver or
the car.  Mark didn’t ask for any information from Yvette as he
felt she was not responsible for the way her date was driving. 
It did cross his mind that Allen may have been speeding because
he was way past Yvette’s curfew.  Mark turned and spoke to the
girl through the metal screen that separated the front of the
vehicle from the back, “So, Yvette, do you have an explanation as
to why Allen was going over one hundred miles an hour through one
of the most dangerous curves in the area?”

       “Please officer, I was just with him on a first date.  My
best friend is his younger sister.  We went to a movie and then
we…” Yvette hesitated.

       Mark’s attention immediately got keener when he heard her
hesitate.  “What’s wrong Yvette?  Did he do something
inappropriate with or to you?”

       “No, No!!!  He’s been a total gentleman.”  Yvette took a
deep breath and let out what she was holding inside her, “Do you
know where the overlook is in the park?”  She didn’t wait for a
response, “We were parked there, talking about all sorts of
things, listening to music, and when I made a move to invite him
to kiss me.  He refused.  I thought he didn’t like me or
something, but he confided in me something that no one in his
family knows.  He flat out told me he’s gay.  I was stunned.  I
just looked at him and we talked about it for hours.  It was like
he wanted to get a great weight off his shoulders.  His sister
has been bugging him for months to take me out and well, just
look at him.  He’s a very good looking guy, but he explained to
me all this gay sex stuff like I was interested, but I couldn’t
stop him.  He explained to me he prefers the feminine role when
he is with another guy.  Something he called a bottom.  He told
me he loves to suck cock, swallow, and take it up his ass. 
Ugh!!!  I wonder what his parents and sister will say when they
find out.  His dad is a deacon in the church and his mom teaches
Sunday school.”

       Mark sat in the front seat getting an erection.  Not
because he was interested in her date; he was interested in her,
an eighteen year old, angelic, thin, and so sweet looking waif of
a girl.  He shifted his position so he could move into a more
comfortable position as cock grew just looking at her even with
her tear streaked face.  He thought for a moment more and decided
to see if she was going to submit to his advances.  He opened the
driver’s side door, stepped out, and opened the driver’s side
rear door.  He stood next to the open door and simply decided to
pull his cock out of his pants.  Did he ever cross the line again
that night!!!  He knew his threats could not get him thrown off
the force but as with his earlier sexual advance it would be his
word against an eighteen year olds.

       “Yvette, is this something you’d be interested in?” Mark
said as his cock hung from the front of his uniform pants.

       Yvette’s eyes widened and she screamed as she placed her
right hand over her mouth in amazement.  “I’ve never seen one
that big.”

       “Well, Yvette, you’re in a rather difficult situation.” 
Mark blatantly lied to the teenage girl, “You are a passenger in
a car that was exceeding one hundred miles an hour.  I can arrest
you for aiding and abetting.  You can go to jail with him and
you’ll have to call your parents.  Now, you don’t want to have to
call them from the police station, now do you?”

       As if she was cued by a director, Yvette began to cry. 
“Please, officer…  I’m in so much trouble because it is so past
my curfew.  I’ll do anything to not have to go to jail.”

       Mark smiled when he heard the ‘I’ll do anything!!!’ and
decided he wanted to have some fun with the two of them.  He put
his cock back into his pants and told Yvette to exit the vehicle.
 Taking her by her right arm he guided her to where Allen stood
handcuffed behind his Corvette.  Mark whispered to Yvette to make
sure she followed his lead and if she didn’t, she’d end up
handcuffed like her date and be carted off to jail.  Yvette
looked up at the taller man and just nodded her acceptance.

       Mark guided Yvette over to the side of the road where
Allen was standing.  He kept her by his side as he began to speak
to Allen.  “So, young man, were you in a rush to get somewhere? 
You were doing over one hundred miles an hour.  Do you know
you’re going to lose your license?  You dad’s insurance is going
to double.”

       Allen just stood there looking at the ground until he felt
Mark’s right hand slap him on the side of his head.  He didn’t
cry out from the slap.  He looked up at Mark and replied, “No
sir.  I did not know I could lose my license and that my dad’s
insurance could double.”

       “Well, what do you think I should do about you and Yvette?
 You know she’s in this pile of shit as deep as you are.”

       Allen, as Yvette did in the back seat of the cruiser,
opened his eyes in wonderment.  “What do you mean she is in
trouble?  I was driving the car, not her!!!”

       “Listen son, you going to tell me my job and New York
State Vehicular Law?  This young lady is in as much trouble as
you.  So, are you telling me that you’re going to let her take
part of the rap for your idiotic show of bravado that could have
ended up killing the both of you?”  Mark watched the young man to
see how he would react.  He also knew he was lying his ass off
because he wanted to humiliate the kid in front of his sister’s
best friend.

       “No, sir,” replied Allen.  “I just do want to get her into
trouble.  I was the one driving.  I don’t know what I can say or
do.  Please, just arrest me.  I’ll take my punishment.”

       “So, you want to spend the night in lock up?  You know
there will be some pretty nasty guys there and by the looks of
you, you’ll be just what they’d like…”

       Allen moaned, “Please, not that.  Please, I’ll do
anything.  Just don’t arrest me.”

       Mark smiled because he knew he had him.  “Yvette tells me
you confided in her.  I think she needs to see and learn what a
good faggot does to keep himself out of jail.”  He looked at
Yvette and said, ‘Now it is your turn Yvette.  Unzip my pants and
take out what you said was the biggest one you’ve ever seen.” 
Allen had a quizzical look on his face when he heard what Mark
just said.

       Yvette felt Mark tighten his grip on her arm and she knew
he meant business.  Using her left hand, she reached for the
zipper of Mark’s uniform pants and pulled it down.  She reached
in and found the shaft of his cock and pulled it out so it was
hanging just like she saw it when she was sitting in the back of
the patrol car.  Yvette didn’t say anything and just released
Mark’s cock and stood next to him with tears rolling down her
face.

       “Stop crying, Yvette.  The more you cry the harder it is
going to be.  So, fuckin’ stop your bawling and tell Allen what
you want to see.”

       “I didn’t want to see anything!!!” she cried.

       “Oh, yes you did.  You told me in the patrol car that you
wanted to see what a fag looks like with a cock in his mouth. 
Don’t lie, because you’ll only end up in jail.”  Mark Johnston
was setting himself up and if either of them realized he was
lying his ass off he’d be in a world of hurt.  Going to prison as
an accused sex offender and a cop to boot, would only spell a
world of hurt on him.  “Tell him now, Yvette!!!”

       Yvette looked at Allen and you could see she was trying to
hold back from doing what Mark was asking her.  She felt him
tighten his grip on her arm again and that was enough for her to
say, “Allen, you confided in me.  You told me you’re gay, a fag,
and a guy who likes to have sex like a little girl.  I was
worried about what the officer was going to do to us, you know,
taking us to jail.  So, be nice enough to show me what fags do
considering you told me all about gay sex when we were at the
overlook.  If you’re good, I’m sure the officer will send us home
with only a speeding ticket.  Please Allen, for us.”

       Allen’s eyes teared up and knew the only way he was going
to get out of going to jail and getting Yvette off altogether was
to sink to his knees and take the officer’s cock into his mouth
and suck.  The idea of doing it in front of his sister’s best
friend was abhorrent to him, but the more he eyed the monster
that was hanging in front of him, the more he wanted it in his
mouth.  The crazy thing that ran through his mind was hoping the
officer would bend him over, because if that monster got as big
as he thought it would, he knew it would feel real nice slicing
into and out of his ass.  He didn’t need to look at Yvette again;
he just stepped forward and literally fell to his knees in front
of Mark.

       Mark saw him preparing to try and get his cock into his
mouth when he spoke to Yvette, “Time for you to take my cock and
hold it up for him, Yvette.  Can’t you see he’s having trouble
getting my cock into this mouth with his hands cuffed behind his
back?  Help your best friends faggot brother.”

       She knew better than to argue, so she moved slightly and
using her right hand she took hold of the largest cock she’d ever
seen or touched.  Yvette was still a virgin, but she wasn’t
totally oblivious to what two people could do sexually.  To keep
her last boyfriend somewhat under control she would give him hand
jobs and when that became old hat for him she started giving him
blow jobs.  Yvette felt the weight of Mark’s cock and couldn’t
resist a comment, “Jesus, what a piece of meat you’re packin’!!!”
 She looked down at Allen who was tearing up but willing to do
what was asked of him.  She raised the head of Mark’s cock and
placed it in front of Allen’s mouth.  He didn’t hesitate.  He
took the head of one of the biggest cocks he’d ever seen into his
mouth.  He had to open wide to get the corona of the head past
his lips and teeth.

       As soon has his lips encircled Mark’s cock, Yvette let go
of the shaft which pissed Mark off.  He wanted her to help in any
and every way she could while Allen sucked him off.  He watched
Allen begin to suck his cock and as he hardened in his mouth he
told Yvette, “Get your hand around my shaft and behind his head
and help him.  Stroke my shaft and guide his head as he slides my
hardening police truncheon into and out of his mouth.  What’s the
matter Yvette never had your boyfriend take you by the ears and
fuck your mouth?”

       Yvette moaned when she heard Mark ask her about giving
blow jobs.  She was beyond saying no to him.  Her panties were
wet and she was thinking about what it would feel like to have
that monster between her legs and inside her virgin pussy.  She
wanted to save herself for her first night with her future
husband, but if Mark wanted her, she was more than willing.  She
took hold of the shaft again with her right hand and placed her
left hand on the back of Allen’s head.  She began to gently guide
his efforts as she watched him begin to take more of Mark’s cock
into his mouth and down his throat.  Yvette was amazed that Allen
did not gag or cough as the thick piece of man meat slid deeper
into his mouth and down his throat.  As the cock went deeper,
Yvette realized she could place more pressure on the back of
Allen’s head and did so.

       Mark loved watching Yvette control Allen’s cock sucking,
but he needed to get off before anyone came tooling down the
highway.  He could feel his body begin to react to the excellent
suck job Allen was performing and the idea that this sweet
eighteen year old was helping by stroking his shaft when was
available to her hand and controlling the faggot’s head.  If he
had stopped just Allen, Mark thought to himself as he was being
sucked off, he wouldn’t be receiving his second blow job of the
night, but Yvette’s presence sealed the deal.  He started to sway
against the movement of Allen’s head and knew he’d better take
control.  He took Allen by the sides of his head and pulled him
into his crotch.  Yvette moved away wondering why Mark did that
and as she watched she saw him begin to fuck Allen’s mouth as if
it were a cunt.  Allen felt Mark begin to use his mouth as he
wished he would and moaned in response to having what appeared
and felt like a ten inch cock slamming into and out of his oral
cavity.

       Yvette noticed that Allen had an erection and that as Mark
continued to violently fuck his mouth he ejaculated making a
giant wet spot on the front of his khaki pants.  She was amazed
and laughing out loud said, “I can’t believe what I just saw. 
The faggot shot off in his pants because you’re fuckin’ his
mouth.”

       It didn’t take many more strokes for Mark to reach his
point of no return.  He really wanted to humiliate the asshole
that was on his knees suckin’ his cock in front of his sister’s
best friend.  Mark decided at the last moment to pull his cock
out of Allen’s mouth and spray all his cum all over Allen’s face.
 Allen tried to move but Mark had a hold on his head and it only
made his face messier as the ropes of cum were laid from his chin
to his forehead and from ear-to-ear.  Yvette stood with her hands
at her mouth not believing the amount of ejaculate that emanated
from Mark’s cock.  As Mark shot his load, Yvette got wetter.

       Mark didn’t think about asking Yvette to lick his cock
clean, but just put it back in his uniform pants and closed his
zipper.  Allen remained on his knees his face covered in cum. 
Yvette couldn’t decide whether to cry or just continue to laugh
her head off at the sight of Allen covered in cum.  Mark checked
his watch and knew that he had to get a move on it so he pulled
Allen up to a standing position.  He turned him so he could
remove the handcuffs and as he was doing so said to him, “I’m
going to remove the cuffs.  Don’t make any move to remove my cum
from your face.  You go to your car and wait for me to return.  I
am going to write you a ticket for disregarding a posted speed
limit.  No points, no insurance increase, a cost of one hundred
and sixty dollars, and you are going to become the only faggot I
let suck my cock on a regular basis.  You decide you don’t want
to do it, I will tell every cop in the state to pull you or
anyone in your family over and write you up for everything under
the sun.”  Mark unlocked the cuffs and just as he knew Allen
would, he made a move to wipe the cum off of his face.  Mark
slapped him on the back of the head and Allen understood.  He
walked to the driver’s side of his Corvette and waited.

       Mark took Yvette by her arm, but was very gentle with her.
 He walked her over to his cruiser and whispered to her, “You can
go home with him or you can stay with me and when I’m off duty we
can go to my place and I can slip what you so nicely called the
biggest cock you’ve ever seen into your virgin cunt.  I just know
you’re intact between those eighteen year old legs.”

       Yvette swooned at the thought of having Mark take her
virginity, but she knew she was in a shit load of trouble all
ready.  She thought for a moment, and replied, “It would be
better if you let me go home with Allen and when my dad fuckin’
goes crazy, I could tell him to call you.  You could help me with
my story and then when everything settles down, we can go out. 
Not to a movie, but to your place so I can give to you what I was
saving for my honeymoon night with my future husband.  I’m not a
slut, but, all of me is yours for the taking.  Deal?”

       Mark Johnston stood looking at Yvette wondering where she
came up with what appeared to be a safe ending for her and an
opening to a relationship with him.  He replied, “Ok.  I’m going
to take a minute and write a ticket for Allen and before I do, he
reached into his pocket and handed her his business card.  My
personal cell phone number is on it.  I expect a call from you
tomorrow at 1:00PM.”

       Yvette smiled, looked to see what Allen was doing, moved
close to Mark, stood on her toes, and gave him a kiss.  Nothing
more than a peck on his cheek, but it was enough for him to know
that Yvette had just committed to giving her virginity to him. 
Mark wrote the ticket, took it and Yvette back to where Allen was
sitting in his Corvette covered in Mark’s ejaculate.  Mark handed
him the ticket, pointed to Yvette, winked, and walked back to his
cruiser.  He belted himself in, started the car, and began the
drive back to his station house.

       As he drove back, he reviewed the night and realized that
he could have gotten himself charged with felony sexual assault.
Working midnights could get him into a lot of trouble; so, he
made a command decision that for the rest of the week he was
going to keep his cock in his pants and his pen working hard
writing speeding tickets.  The only thing that tickled his fancy
and made his cock jump was the thought that by this time in two
weeks or hopefully sooner he’d be between the legs of a sweet
eighteen year old taking her virginity.

       Life couldn’t get any better. 
