As I stepped out of my patrol car putting on the sternest face I could muster. The speeder was man in his mid-thirties, gripping the steering wheel tightly, clearly angry. I smirked. It gave me a rush to ruin people's days. I approached his window and asked for his license and registration. Everything seemed normal until, suddenly, the world shifted around me.
I shivered slightly, a strange sensation washing over me. My uniform felt odd, the way my bra dug into my shoulders felt unfamiliar. The way my underwear cupped my vulva seemed novel. I glanced down at my uniform, hugging my curves perfectly, highlighting my massive breasts. For that instant, everything felt wrong—my hair, my breasts, even my pussy—but that moment passed quickly, and I felt entirely normal. I didn't dwell on the strange sensation, attributing it to a momentary weird feeling.
The man handed me his documents, his eyes flickering over my body before meeting my gaze. I could see the nervousness in his eyes, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. I was in control here, and I knew it.
I took the documents from him, my fingers brushing against his for a moment longer than necessary. I could see the effect I had on him. I always loved to torture men with my body, making them feel small and aroused.
I walked back to my patrol car, exaggerating the sway of my hips with each step, letting him get worked up so I could send him on his way frustrated. I walked back to his car and I could feel his eyes on me and I couldn't help but smile. I handed him the ticket, my fingers brushing against his once more. "Here's your ticket," I said, my voice a low purr. "Pay it within 30 days."
But as I turned to walk away, I felt a sudden, overwhelming desire to be with him. I stopped in my tracks, my body turning back towards his car. I could see the arousal in his eyes. I wanted him, and I was going to have him.
I opened the door and slid into the passenger seat. My body pressing against his as I kissed him deeply. I was in control here, and I was going to take what I wanted.
I broke the kiss, my eyes locking onto his as I slowly unbuttoned my shirt, revealing my ample cleavage. I pushed him back against the seat, my hands deftly unbuckling his belt and pants. He gasped as I took him in my hand, then lowered my mouth onto his rod, tasting his musky scent, circling the tip with my tongue. He moaned. I needed him inside me.
I straddled him, my body pressing against his as I ground against him, my wetness soaking through the thin fabric of my thong. I could feel his desire, and it only fueled my own. I leaned down, my breasts pressing against his chest as I whispered in his ear, "I want you. Right here, right now."
I didn't wait for a response. I pushed away slightly, giving him room to undress me. He started with my shirt. His hands roamed over my body, cupping my large breasts, squeezing and kneading them as I moaned in pleasure. I could feel his desire growing, and it only turned me on more.
I moved my hands to my pants, unbuttoning them and pushing them down my hips and off my body, leaving me in just my thong. I could see the desire in his eyes as he took in my bushy public hair, my wet and glistening pussy. I grasped my thong and pulled it down, revealing myself to him completely.
He pulled me down onto his lap, his cock pressing against my wet folds, gasping as he filled me completely. I rode him, my hips grinding against his, taking him deeper and deeper with each stroke. I could feel my orgasm building, my body convulsing as I climaxed.
He followed soon after, his body shaking as he released deep inside me. I collapsed on top of him, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. I could feel his heart pounding in his chest, and I knew that I had made the right decision.
"That's your only warning," I told him as he slipped out of me. I could feel his spunk dripping out of my vulva, mixing with my own arousal, and my panties were soaked. I quickly dressed, my hands shaking slightly as I buttoned my shirt and pulled up my pants. I could still feel the wetness between my legs, a constant reminder of what had just happened. As I walked back to my car I mentally made a note that I had to fuck two more strangers today. Wait. What? Yes. That was my personal rule. Three strangers get fucked every day.
As I pulled back onto the road, I could still feel the remnants of our encounter lingering on my body. His sperm was drying on my labia, a sticky reminder of what had just transpired. The sensation was both familiar and arousing, making me sigh. I should probably wash up but there was something so erotic about knowing the secret dirtiness hidden away beneath my crisp uniform.