It was a balmy summer night. I was driving fast down the interstate with my windows down and the music turned up. I had just been to a concert with some friends and was wearing my rock show best. My skirt was short and tight, my top a tube of some sort that clung snugly to my breasts, and I had for once chosen to wear my hair down. It was long and sleek, hanging down my back almost to the top of my butt. I was singing along to the music, Bon Jovi’s greatest hits cd blasting out of my stereo. I thought about the concert I had just seen and how good it had been. I had almost lost my voice screaming so hard and trying to sing over the lead singer himself. It didn’t work, but I gave it my best shot for pretty much the whole show anyway. I thought maybe the band would have appreciated the effort.

My friends and I had met up before the show for a few beers and then had moved on to the arena just in time to miss the opener and get to see the real band. We danced and screamed all night, feeling like we were in high school all over again. I smiled at the memory of it. I didn’t get to see my friends as much lately as I had a new job, a new man, and lived an hour away. We had been an inseparable gang back in the old days, though and I missed it.

I threw my head back and was belting out the chorus of Livin on a Prayer when I saw the flashing lights behind me. I immediately glanced down at my speedometer. I had been going ninety in a seventy.

“Shit,” I said. “Shit, shit, shit.”

I turned on my blinker and pulled off to the side of the road. I turned the music down just a bit so I didn’t blast out the evil no doubt to be mustachioed cop that would be arriving at my window-side any moment. I rolled my eyes at the thought. Cops, I thought. They’re all assholes. I had never gotten out of a ticket in my life even though every single one of my friends had cried her way out of several. I would always cry after the cop gave me the ticket. Besides which, I never felt I could stoop to groveling in front of them when every cop I had ever met was old, overweight, pompous and completely stupid. And why did every cop have to have a moustache?? Was it in the dress code, for fuck’s sake?

I sighed as I reached for my purse. I was digging around trying to find my wallet when the cop walked up to the car.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m getting it. Hold on,” I said without looking up.

The cop didn’t say a word and I found my wallet after a minute of searching in the abyss that was my purse. I pulled out my license and went to hand it to him. I looked up and met his eyes and my heart stopped. He was beautiful. Tall, tan, lean and muscular, and his face looked like it had been sculpted out of marble. His features were strong and chiseled, and he had no moustache. His eyes were blue and gorgeous. I realized too late I was staring.

“Um,” I managed to say. IDIOT! I thought to myself. You would think I had never seen a hot guy before. I had seen and also had had many. This one just caught me off guard.

“Do you know how fast you were going?” he asked me, leaning in the window of my car. His face was so close.

“No,” I managed.

It seemed like his lips were mere inches from mine. He looked at me, studying my face. I couldn’t read what he was thinking as he did this. Did he think I was pretty? I felt like such an ass all of a sudden, sitting there fidgeting in my seat wondering if a guy thought I was pretty or not. How silly is that?

“Pretty fast,” he said softly. His eyes wandered to my lips and I felt him staring.

“Oh,” I said. “I’m sorry…” He cut me off with his mouth and kissed me full on the lips. I think I squeaked a little I was so surprised. I returned the kiss as my mind wandered to all the things I wanted this cop to do to me. His lips were firm and his tongue soft. He was an amazing kisser.

He pulled back and looked at me again. My whole mouth tingled from the bruising kiss. I licked my lips and could still taste him. He stepped back and opened the door of my car.

“I’m going to have to ask you to step out of the car, Miss,” he said.

I got out of the car and stood in front of him. God, he was tall. I was wearing heels and he still towered over me. I wondered briefly what he was going to do with me.

“Turn around, hands against the car,” he ordered. “And spread ‘em.”

I almost giggled at the silliness of it, but didn’t want to ruin the game. I turned to face the car and put my hands on the top of the trunk. I stuck my butt out as I parted my legs sufficiently. I wanted him to notice it. I wanted him to spank it.

“You broke the law,” he said in a serious tone.

“Yes, I did, Officer. I should be punished.”

“You will be,” he promised.

He put his hand on my ass and rubbed it. I got all tingly with just that one touch. His hands kneading my ass felt so amazing. Then he spanked me, hard. I was pushed forward a little into the car, but held my ground. He spanked me again, a wide slap across my cheek. It stung, but felt good too. He reached around me and slipped handcuffs on my wrists from behind. I felt his hard dick pushing into me.

I was handcuffed and bending over my own car with my legs spread. It was quite a compromising position and I was really hoping to be compromised. He took out his nightstick and held it in front of me so I could see it. Suddenly, I wanted him to hit me with it. I faced forward as he moved to position himself. He swung his arm out and brought the nightstick down hard on my ass. It hurt badly and I knew I would be bruised, but I was enjoying this game immensely. I wanted more. He hit me again and again with the stick until I screamed.

“I’m going to have to search you now,” the officer told me.

“Yes, sir,” I replied. “I will cooperate.”

His hands moved from my arms to my shoulders, down my sides while pausing to grab my breasts. He patted down my stomach, my thighs, my calves. He worked his way back up my legs to my thighs, ran his hand underneath my skirt and quickly found my pussy. I hadn’t worn any underwear so there was nothing between him and me. His fingers touched me and I moaned. I was already wet and ready for him. I could feel the wetness dripping down my legs inside my skirt. He felt it, too.

He shoved his fingers into me, hard and unyielding. I knew he would bruise me on the inside as well. He fucked me with one hand and with the other he unzipped his pants. I heard the clink of his police belt and the sound of his pants hitting the ground. I wanted to see his cock, to see if it was as hot as I had imagined it to be during this little game of ours. But I could not turn around. He shoved my skirt up, my bare ass sticking out to him. He knelt down and began to kiss my cheeks, soothing the soreness of the beatings.

He stood back up and without pause or warning, shoved his dick into my pussy. I bent over further and pushed myself into him even more. He was not gentle. He hammered himself into me harder than I had ever had it. It was a wonder I could still stand. The barrage continued and I braced myself, hands still cuffed, against the car. It was the only thing holding me up as he fucked me. His dick was big and fit my pussy so perfectly. I squeezed him with my vaginal muscles and he moaned with pleasure. His hands held on to the sides of my ass as he pumped into me. I felt jarred from the force of it, but the seeds of ecstasy flowed through my body and I took everything he could give me.

“Harder,” I ordered him. “Fuck me harder!”

He increased his speed and his vigor until I thought I couldn’t take it anymore. I cried out from the pleasure/pain of it. Harder and harder he pounded me, grunting and squeezing my skin with his hands. He let go of one side of me long enough to reach around front of me and massage my clit furiously. My legs almost gave out as I felt all the different sensations shooting through my body. I was so aroused that I came quickly, screaming into the night, and he shot his load into me with one final thrust. My legs finally buckled and I slunk to the ground. I sat there, dazed, still handcuffed. He pulled up his pants and then knelt beside me. He stroked my ruffled hair and unlocked the cuffs.

He whispered into my ear: “Don’t speed again.”

“Yes, Officer,” I replied. “I won’t.”

I picked myself up and got back into my car. The cop stood by the side of the road and watched me pull away. I glanced once in my rearview mirror and then put the pedal to the floor and sped down the road.