Jennifer walked out to the driveway and started her car. Being the cheerleader from a well-off family, she'd been given this Mustang as a gift for her sixteenth birthday. Its engine rumbled to life, and she pressed the button to make the top go down. As she pulled out, she looked to the road ahead and smiled. Fuck school. She would do porn or whore, and there's no way she was going to have problems.
She could feel the breeze riding up under her skirt. She'd never gone commando before, and it was a totally new sensation. Even totally soft, her cock was a good five inches long and FAT. With the wind blowing her skirt against her, she could clearly see the outline of her cock and the plump round shape of her nutsack. She was so distracted she let out a small yelp when a siren started up right behind her. Looking in the rearview mirror, she could see the flashing lights of a cop car.
She pulled over, grabbing her license from her purse. The officer was an older guy, maybe in his forties. He probably had plenty of muscle under his fat, but there was a substantial amount of the latter. He huffed up to her car, asking "Ma'am, do you know why..." He trailed off, his mouth hanging open as he spotted her impressive bulge. She leaned back in her seat, letting him take it all in, including her thick treasure trail climbing above the waist of her skirt.
"You wanna touch it?" Jennifer felt breathless, her pulse racing. "Uh, no ma'-uh..."
"Ma'am is fine."
"Well ma'am, uh, no, I uh..." He blushed and moved on abruptly. "You were speeding. 40 in a 30. I'm going to issue you a ticket. It has the information on there if you have questions or wish to contest it."
Jennifer was baffled for a moment. She had thought she couldn't get in trouble, but then recalled that the tattoo only worked for lewd acts.
She flipped her skirt up, showing her flaccid cock. Slowly, she moved it and her balls to the side, revealing her moist pussy below. "Sure we can't work something out?"