The Interstate

I did a lot of driving today – 12 hours in all. That’s a lot of time to think. Usually, it’s about work, often it’s about Him, today was something different. I was both turned on and a little repulsed by my own fantasy…

She sped down the interstate, ready to be home. Both boys were cranky and tired of being in the car, and frankly, so was she. In her hurry, she didn’t notice the state trooper in the median as her speedometer hit 85.

Blue lights flashed behind her.

Oh shit, she thought. Fuck, fuck, fuck! I can’t get a ticket!!

She pulled over, kept her hands on the wheel, and told the boys to sit still and be quiet.

She watched him walk up to the car in her mirror. Tall and solidly built, he didn’t look like the type to hang out in a doughnut shop. She wished she knew how to flirt. She decided to go with honesty. A friend of hers had said that the best way to get out of a ticket was to just own up to what you did. What did she have to lose? She rolled down her window as he approached.

“Ma’am, do you know why I pulled you over?”

“Yes, officer, I do. I was going way too fast. I am so sorry!” She nodded her head to the backseat. “You know how it is, right?”

He looked at her for a long moment, then he looked at the two boys staring up at him.

“I do know how it is, ma’am,” he said. “I know that you were going way too fast with children in your car. You put them in danger and that ticks me off.”

She felt stunned. Well that didn’t work, she thought.

“Officer, I love my boys more than anything!” she exclaimed. “I would do anything for them and would never put them in harm’s way!” As much as she hated the idea of showing him disrespect, she was offended.

“Step out of the car, ma’am.” He opened her car door. “I have something to say to you that I don’t think you want your children to hear.”

Aw shit, she thought to herself. This can’t be good.

Surprised at the lack of traffic on the interstate, she cautiously stepped out of the car and followed him back over to his vehicle.

“Yes, officer?”

He opened the front passenger door of his car, sat down, said something into the radio about everything being fine and that he was going off radar for a bit. A garbled voice came back with a “10-4.”

She felt confused. This couldn’t be normal procedure for a lecture.

He stood up again, towering over her, his face stony.

“You have two choices here,” he growled. “You will do as I tell you to do, or you’ll get arrested for resisting arrest after a routine traffic stop turns up drugs, alcohol, and whatever the fuck else I find. It’ll be a long goddamned time before you see your children again.”

“What the fuck?!” she gasped. “What is going on here?”

“I’m going to teach you a fucking lesson, that’s what’s going on here,” he said, “or you’re going to be very fucking sorry. You said you’d do anything for your boys. What would you do to keep them out of foster care while you’re in jail, bitch?”

“Oh God!” she cried, tears filling her eyes. “I’ll do whatever you say!” Was this really happening?

A grim smile spread across his face. “Good to hear.”

He sat down in the front seat.

“Get on your knees, take my cock out, and suck it like you fucking love it, bitch.”

Trembling, she looked around. She still couldn’t understand where all the traffic was. Wouldn’t someone see her? What about her boys? Were they scared that she wasn’t in the car?

She realized he had opened the door to provide cover.

“Now, you fucking cunt!”

She dropped to her knees, her head bowed in shame. She had scened like this with her boyfriend before but never imagined what the reality would feel like. She began to unzip his pants and pull his cock out. He was only semi-hard.

“Let me see your tits.” He yanked at the neckline of her shirt, finding her bra, and pulled both down until her breasts spilled out. A light breeze hardened her nipples.

“You like this, bitch?” he snarled. His cock became a little firmer. She said nothing, bile rising in her throat. He reached down and cruelly twisted a nipple, causing her to cry out. “I asked you a fucking question, bitch.”

Her body became confused. She felt her pussy tighten with need in response to the pain. She willed herself to calm down. She couldn’t want this, not with him!

“Tell me you fucking like, you goddamned cunt!” he barked at her.

“Yes, officer, I like it,” she whispered.

He smirked at her, grabbed her by her hair, and pushed her mouth onto his now rock-hard cock. She opened her mouth and began bobbing up and down on his dick, wishing she was anywhere else and wishing her body would stop responding.

Her boyfriend had trained her on how to suck cock so that her mouth felt just like a hot, wet pussy, and it had become second nature. She knew the trooper was satisfied with her efforts when she heard him groan slightly. Seconds later, she felt his hands grip her hair harder as he began to shove his cock into her mouth, fucking her mouth harder.

Unlike her boyfriend, the trooper didn’t care that she gagged and struggled to breathe. He laughed at her and fucked her mouth roughly. One hand held the nape of her neck, while the other wrapped itself in her hair. He held her head in position and fucked her over and over again. Tears mixed with snot and saliva ran down her chin. He eased up a bit and reach down to pinch her nipple again. Fire filled her body and she screamed.

“Mmmm, I like that, bitch,” he whispered. He pinched her nipple again, using his fingernail to draw blood. With her mouth full of his cock, she screamed as he thrust in and out.

Finally, as he was about to cum, he pinched her nose shut, with her mouth full of his cock, taking away her ability to breathe easily. She began to struggle. He let go of her neck and smacked her cheek.

“Stay still, you little bitch,” he growled. “Stay still until I’m fucking done with you.”

She ceased moving, terrified.  With one final thrust, his cock went down the back of her throat, his balls into her chin, and he shot hot cum down her throat. He held her nose while she swallowed his cum.

She felt him grow softer in her mouth.

“Keep sucking, cunt. Milk every fucking drop out of me.”

She continued sucking as he slowly stopped thrusting his cock down her throat. Moments later, he let go of her nose. She pushed away from him, gasping for air. A drizzle of cum hung between his cock and her lips.

“Lick it up, like a good little whore, ok, cunt?” He sat back, satisfied.

She did as he instructed, licking the bulbous head of his cock until the last of his cum was gone.

She kept her head down, unable to look at him. Her pussy still throbbed, confused. Her body shook uncontrollably.

“Have you learned your lesson, bitch?” he asked.

“Yes, officer,” she whispered.

“Good. Now, go back to your car, wait until I drive off, and then you may go.”

She nodded and started to cover her breasts again.

“Did I say you could put those lovely tits away, bitch?”

She dropped her hands and looked up at him. “But, what if my…?”

“Well, you better hope your children are asleep or you’ll have to explain what happens to little cunts who speed with their children in the car, won’t you?”

Fresh tears streamed down her face. He reached down and roughly tweaked the raw nipple. She winced. He let her nipple go as she stood up to leave. Traffic had picked back up. She kept her head down as she clamored to get into her car before anyone saw her.

As she sat down, she looked back and breathed a sigh of relief. The boys had fallen asleep waiting for her.

Quickly, she covered herself and waited for the state trooper to pull away. He honked his horn and waved as he passed. She kept her head down, willing the tears to stop, willing the desire in her body to go away.

“Mommy, are we ready to go now?”

Silently, she nodded and put the car into drive. She eased back onto the interstate, carefully watching her speed the entire way home.

About the author

Kayla Lords

I am a sex blogger, podcaster, freelance writer, international speaker, kink educator, and all-around kinky woman. You can find me online sharing my innermost sexual thoughts and experiences, teaching other bloggers how to make money writing about sex, and helping kinksters have happy healthy BDSM relationships. I'm also a masochistic babygirl submissive with an amazing and sadistic Daddy Dom and business partner, John Brownstone. Welcome to my kinky corner of the internet!


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