Moving Violation © Mike Kimera 2000 Do not reproduce without permission Patrick Wyoming. Nothing much ever happens in Wyoming. What kind of state doesn’t even have a baseball team? I was headed for California and a new job in construction. Wyoming was just a State I wanted to get through as quickly as possible. Maybe that’s why I was doing 75mph. Have you seen the long straight roads they have there? You can drive for an hour off the highway and not see another car. My mind was filled with thoughts of what I’d do when I got to California. I hadn’t had a fuck in three days and my cock got hard as I pictured the bikini-clad girls roller-blading into my life. I didn’t see the copcar ‘til its blues went on. Shit! I couldn’t afford a fine. I pulled over and waited for Cowboycop to mosey on over and tell me how fast I’d been going and how much it was gonna cost me. The sun was in my eyes when I looked in the mirror. Man this cop was small for a cowboy. It was the hat and the trousers that mislead me. I was looking at a coplet. A really hot coplet. As she came up to the window I realised she was about 5’ and weighed no more than 85lbs. Thick dark hair held up in a french braid. Slight build, small breasts and god what a tight tempting arse in those trousers. She bent towards the car window and I saw a set of bright pink Cupid shaped lips beneath the reflective sunglasses staring blankly back at me. She was not smiling. Suddenly I wished I’d shaved. I expected “License and registration” I got “Get out of the car please sir” I hesitated she stepped back, right hand resting in a relaxed threatening way on her gun. “Now sir”. She said…. Maria Wyoming. Why did I ever move here? After I passed the exams I could have been a peacofficer in some nice little town with a beach. But I had to follow prettyboy Luke. God he made me wet when I first saw him. I was at the Rodeo in Moab. I’m a sucker for watching Old Glory riding out on a white horse, flanked on either side by the flags of the king of beers and the real thing. This was the America my parents had moved from Mexico to find before I was born. Luke was a young god on a wild horse. Tall, slim hard muscles and an easy smile. Bright blue eyes that shone from a dark tanned face. And a butt to die for. He fell off his horse in front on me. I was in cowboy boots, short shorts, crop top and straw cowboy hat. As he stood up dusting himself off his eyes moved methodically up my body and his grin widened. The fucking started right there really ‘tho it took us another hour to get back to his motel. That first fuck was wild. He picked me up, put me on his cock and literally rode me round the room. I was shouting “Yea Hah” so hard the neighbours complained. I came with a rush and he was still hard. He stayed that way for an hour. I was in heaven. I knew he was training me like a bronco. Riding me ‘til I got tired. When I couldn’t move any more I lay my head on his hard stomach and sucked his cock like a baby on the tit. He came in my mouth, great spurts of cum pumping into me, his hand resting on my head as if he was patting a favourite dog. “Thanks baby” he said and fell asleep. In the morning I woke up to find him already eating me. He lifted his head, flashed his blue-eyed smile and said “Morning baby, I’m Luke- wanna tell me your name?” The morning disappeared in grunts and groans and slipping and sliding and licking and biting. This time he came deep in my ass and I was the one who fell asleep. When I woke there was a note “Hey Maria, we make a great team. Wanna give it a try for a while? Meet me in Cody next Friday” I read the address. “Cody? Isn’t that in Wyoming?” I thought… So here I am, 12 months later, a highwaycop in Wyoming. A Rodeo widow. “You wouldn’t like it on the road baby, and beside you have a job here” he says with his famous smile. “and besides, you have a girl in every town” I thought. But then he always comes back to me. Yea hah. Sitting in the cruiser, waiting for nothing much, I’m thinking how long it’s been since we really fucked. He’s been away for two weeks now and Mr Duracell is starting to pall. Yesterday I found an unwashed shirt of his in the back of the wardrobe and took it to bed with me just to have that man smell in my nose. “Holy shit what’s his hurry?” A beat up Ford has just shot past at way over the limit. And me in plain sight. “You’re going down boy - you’ve just insulted a sexually frustrated cop with nothing better to do than chew on your ass” Christ, now I was talking to myself. I set off after him, flipped on the blues and he pulled over. He was watching me in his rearview. Could be dangerous. My heart always beats harder at this point. I give him my stony faced look. Wonder what he’ll make of the non-regulation lipstick? Then I get a surprise. He’s a looker. Kinda John Bon Jovi thing going on. Designer stubble with blue-collar cool. Bet he’s good with his hands. What am I thinking? Actually I know exactly what I’m thinking, I just don’t want him to know it. I over compensate. Instead of “license and registration” I say “Get out of the car please sir” He’s looking at me strangely. I step back, right hand resting on my gun and say “Now sir”... Patrick I’ve always had a thing about women in uniform and this woman was pressing all my buttons. I loved that she was so small and looked so tough. And those pink lips had to mean something. I was already imagining the streaks of lipstick she’d leave on my cock as she sucked it. This was not good for my peace of mind. My cock which had been hard at the thought of rollerblading california girls was positively rigid with excitement at the sight of this coplet. How was I going to get out of the car without her noticing? Maybe she was gay and wouldn’t care. Maybe she was a militant feminist and would shoot my balls off for disrespecting her by getting hard in her presence. I got out of the car. She watched me closely, probably waiting for me to make some kind of move. I couldn’t tell where her eyes were looking through her sunglasses but it seemed to me that she looked at my crotch with more than a casual glance, but her facial expression didn’t even flicker. I’m 6’3’’ in my barefeet and as I stood up I towered over the coplet, but she was still being tough.”Assume the position big boy” she said. I turned around and put my hands flat on the car roof and spread my legs. She kicked them slightly further apart and knocked me off balance a little while she frisked me. She stretched as she reached up to my shoulders. I could feel her like a wall of heat behind me. Briefly I felt her breasts against my back. My cock was so swollen it hurt. Did I feel her nipples or were they the buttons on her shirt? Now she was patting down my jeans. Her right hand touched my cock. It seemed to slide along the shaft from tip to base but so quickly it was gone before I had time to react. Was she touching me up? I thought about her lipstick, and her lips. I knew there was now a little stain of pre-cum on my jeans. “Turn around slowly and keep you hands behind hour head” she said… Maria As he stepped out of the car it was lust at first sight. Sometimes I just lose it. The civilised, law-enforcing, part of me switches off and the hindbrain takes over. This man had a hotline to my overaries. My whole body was screaming FUCK HIM. FUCK HIM NOW. TAKE HIS SEED. WE NEED IT. The first time this had happened to me I was 19 and on my way home for Thanksgiving. I picked up the wrong bag at the bus station. I went to return the bag and found that the guy who owned it had taken mine and gone to his hotel. Boy was I pissed. I would miss my bus and my Mom’s painstakingly authentic American Thanskgiving dinner. I stormed up to the guy’s hotel room and pounded on the door. He’d just showered. I think it was the way his thick black hair curled on his neck that did it. He was early twenties, tall, dark, six-pack belly of the truly self obsessed. Once our eyes met the rest was inevitable. Three days without leaving the hotel room. Roomservice Thanksgiving dinner. I had lots to give thanks for. I told my folks I got snowed in and couldn’t move. In a way it was true. Then suddenly I woke up and thought, “who is this guy?” and I was released. The lust demon had crawled back into her cave and I had my life back. I left without a backward glance. Now it was happening again. I tried to stay professional but even as I started to frisk him I knew that his gun wasn’t the weapon I was looking for. His shoulders were broad and his back was hard and lean. He smelled of clean sweat. I love that smell. In reaching up for his shoulders I leant forward a little more than I needed to. My breasts brushed against his back. Actually my nipples grazed his back. They were stiff and trying to point me in the right direction. My hands moved down to his hips. I touched his cock. I never touch their cocks. My hand was following instructions of its own and quickly but thoroughly traced the long hard length of it. I realised I was holding my breath and biting my tongue. Shit what was this guy going to think? What was I thinking? I was thinking how good that cock would feel inside me. I was imagining his hard hands on my tits squeezing and pulling. I was going out of my mind. But I was going to get fucked. I liked the idea. I hoped he did. I needed to control this. Make sure I stayed on top. FLASH IMAGE: me rocking back and forth on his meat, burying my fingernails in his chest hair. Shit girl, get a grip. ‘”Turn around slowly and keep you hands behind your head” I said. He turned slowly, his eyes on mine. He looked embarrassed. Then I saw why. He was creaming his jeans. This was going to be easier than I thought… Patrick “Move towards the cruiser please sir.” she said. Her voice was cold and controlled but I‘d seen her eyes go to the stain on my jeans. I wondered if she knew that her tongue had moved quickly across her lips, like she was licking off the froth from her first ice cool beer on a hot day. Something was going down here and I was beginning to hope it might be me. I decided to try my famous Irish charm. “Is there a problem officer?”I asked, flashing her my best I-may- not-be-harmless-but-I’ll-definitely-be-fun smile. Her pink lips twitched a little and I knew she wanted to smile, but she bit it back and said “The problem here is that I gave you an order and you haven’t followed it yet. Now move towards the cruiser.” I moved towards the cruiser, hands still on my head, absolutely certain that she was watching my butt. I bet you’re smiling now I thought. She opened the rear door of the cruiser. She’d left the a/c on and the cool air felt inviting. “Get in” she said. I turned to get in the car butt first. As my ass touched the seat the coplet suddenly sprang forward and pushed me backwards. She landed on top of me, knees either side of my hips, hands on my chest. She’d lost her hat and her hair was almost loose. Her face was lit up and her dark eyes were flashing. Then her tongue was in my mouth - for a fraction of a second - and she was kneeling up again, grinning and saying “Don’t just lie there big guy - FUCK ME”. Maria I have a very understanding subconscious. It understands that every now and then I have to cut loose. When the occasion comes along it tends to start without me. When I told him to head for the cruiser I still hadn’t really decided what I was going to do. Go with the flow. Surf the wave. Ride his cock. But I didn’t want to rape the guy. “FEMALE COP FORCES MAN AT GUNPOINT” was not a headline I wanted to read. Then he gave me his “Is there a problem officer?” speech with his thousand megawatt smile and I knew he’d always been able to charm his way out of trouble or into a bed. I also knew he wasn’t in the least bit intimidated by a 5’ lady cop with pink lipstick and a fuck-me-now stare. He was enjoying himself. As I watched his tight butt make its way to the cruiser my conscious mind confirmed the decision my subconscious had already made. I just had to have him. I literally jumped him. God that felt good. The look of surprise on his face. His jaw hung open and I couldn’t resist putting my tongue between his open lips. Do you know how hard it is to take off a uniform inside a police car while sitting on a guy’s chest? I didn’t even try. I moved to his jeans and unleashed the hard cock I’d felt earlier. Now much as I love the feel of a cock inside me I’ve never really been able to get excited at how they look. Seems to me they were designed on a Friday afternoon and no-one ever quite finished the job. But this cock had as much charm as its owner. It leapt to attention in a flattering way and thudded against his belly. I just had to nibble it, right where the base joins the balls. That made him writhe. Almost pushed me off. I was grinning now. I ran the flat of my tongue up the length of his cock and then wrapped my lips around the head. MMMMMM. I looked up at him. His face was all smile. “I surrender officer. Take me into custody” he said. I did my famous deep throat trick. As expected it took his breath away. When I was at college all the girls had competed in the Deep Throat Challenge. We’d do it in bars. It drove the guys wild. It involved those drinks they serve in a long thin glass - flutes I think they’re called. We would order drinks and then lean over the table, take as much of the glass as we could into our mouths, and, without using our hands, lift the glass and empty it. Great practice for suppressing the gag response. If it goes wrong you end up with a creamy cocktail running down your chin. If it goes right every man in the room gets an erection. I always got it right. Now the practice was paying off. Several inches of his cock were in my mouth. When I started to hum he lost it completely… Patrick I was still tasting her tongue on my mouth when she unzipped me and helped herself to my cock. I hadn’t been this hard since I was 17. She bit me! For one paranoid second I thought I was in an adult version of goosebumps and she’d suddenly turn into a ravening beast that would tear off my cock with her teeth. Then her tongue moved along me like a cat lapping up cream. She was grinning like she’d just won the lottery. I’d just tossed off some comment about her taking me into custody - to show I was cool with the whole thing - when my cock disappeared down her throat. She was so swift and sure, like a predator swallowing her prey whole. Entering her mouth was like sliding into a warm bath. Shit she was going to make me cum in no time at all. When she started to hum I thought I would cum right there and then. The winner of the Wyoming Mr Premature Ejaculation contest. “Whoa there” I said. “Come up for air”. She let my cock slide from her mouth with a slowness that would have been pure porn movie cliché if it hadn’t been for the twinkle in her eyes that seemed to say “Ok. Your move”. How the hell was I going to get her uniform off in here? The answer was simple. I wasn’t. My turn for surprises. The door was still open. I put my boots on the ground and slid forward without any warning. I caught her as I sat up. In a movement that was more luck than skill I ended up standing outside the cruiser with her legs around my waist, her arms around my kneck and my jeans around my ankles. She looked impressed. She kissed me. Really kissed me. Both hands on my head. Lips crushed against mine. Tongue searching my mouth. My cock was bouncing against her uniformed ass. Un-fucking-believable… Maria Jesus this guy was strong. He uncoiled himself from the car and took me with him. The feel of all that muscle moving was enough to make me wet. The touch of his cock on my ass left me drenched. I was ravenous for him. I kissed him, needing to taste him, and held onto him like I was riding a horse. His hands were under my butt now. I leant backwards and started to take off my shirt, my legs still wrapped about him. To his credit he kept his eyes on mine, rather then staring at my tits. I grinned, climbed up him a little more and pushed his head down into my breasts. Then I scrambled off him. I needed his cock in me right now. I pushed down my trousers and panties, couldn’t get them off over the boots, and leant against the car, my arse in the air. I looked over my shoulder. The poor boy looked dazed. Birthday and Christmas all at once. But his cock knew what to do. It targeted my ass with military precision. Suddenly he was behind me, hands on my hips, cock at my cuntlips. I couldn’t wait. I pushed back and felt him start his long slow slide into me… Patrick I thought I’d have control once we got outside but being with this woman was like trying to surf the big one, even when you didn’t fall off you were being pushed along. She may as well have had me on a leash. When she looked at me over her shoulder, bare ass raised high in the bright sunlight, there was no choice involved in what happened next. I’m normally a gentle lover. I like to stroke and lick and coax, but now I wanted to grab and bite and bang. Her hips fit into the palms of my hands like carved handles of bone. My cock slid into her wet cunt like it was slicing through ripe fruit. I sank so far into her it felt like falling. When I slapped up against her ass she grunted… and laughed. I held her hips firmly and slammed into her with all my strength, she only stayed upright because I held her. She tossed her head, shaking free her thick dark hair and her face looked as if she was growling. I once saw a lioness being fucked by a lion in the zoo. The lion was bigger than her and was on top but somehow you knew the lioness was in charge and the lion better make it good. The lioness had growled in just the same way as my little coplet. Shit I was banging in and out of her cunt and I didn’t even know her name. She braced herself against the car as I banged into her, her head was back, arms tense, breasts shiny with sweat in the sunshine. Her cunt was sucking my cock into it with each stroke. Grabbing at it. Defying it to leave. She started to make a low groan that began in the back of her throat and seemed to vibrate through her whole body. I wanted to cum in that hot wet cunt, but I wanted her to cum first. The moan was becoming a word. “Fuck”, “FUCK” “FUUUCK” with each stroke the word got louder and I knew I was going to cum… Maria I was nothing but need now. I needed to feel him pounding me. Gentle wouldn’t do it. His cock just amplified my desire. The more I got the more I wanted. The sun was lapping my body with tongues of warmth. I knew anyone could drive past and see us. I knew I shouldn’t be doing this. But mostly I knew that I wanted harder and deeper. I closed my eyes so that all my senses were concentrated on feeling him in me. To me he was just strong hands and hard cock, but that was enough. I knew he was trying to control himself. Trying to get me to cum first. No way. I love the moment when they cum. It always pushes me over the edge. I wanted to feel him cum inside me. I was completely in the rhythm now. Caught up in magic friction. I started to make the noise. I think of it as keening, but lovers have told me its more like a growl. It’s the victory howl of the lust demon. She had me now and she started to shout “FUCK” “FUUUCK” “FFFFFFFFUUUUUUUCK”. Then I felt it. The first hot wet pulse of cum in my cunt. Then the next. He was standing pressed completely into me, letting his sperm flow at the deepest point. The feeling of warmth and elation and dissolving spread out from the tip of his cock and swept through me like a wave breaking against a sea wall. For a moment I was nothing but the dissipating energy of that wave. My mind shattered against the sea wall and slid down in pieces. My knees gave way and I slid to the floor, his cock slipping out of me like a cast off skin… Patrick I came so hard it was painful. My cock was a storm drain for sperm. It rushed through me and out of me with force and purpose. Relief. Release. The words don’t even come close. I surrendered myself to cumming. There was nothing else. Then the cop started to fit. At first a tremble, then violent shudders that went on for what seemed forever. Suddenly she went limp and fell on her knees to the ground. I hoped she wasn’t epileptic. What if she’d had a stroke and died? Paranoid I bent towards her. I lifted her head by the chin. Her eyes were unfocused at first. As she started to see me there was a fleeting look of puzzlement and then her face was transformed by the biggest, widest smile. “Thank you” she said.” I needed that”.