Driving his new car

He got in his new car and hit the open road, merging onto the highway. The engine was a quiet, powerful beast. He floored the accelerator, testing it out. The SUV handled it beautifully. He was laughing with the thrill of the speed.

He was so caught up in the moment that he barely noticed the flashing red and blue lights in his rearview mirror until they were right on his tail.

Shit. A cop.

The initial feeling of annoyance quickly faded, replaced by a wicked idea. This wasn't a problem, why the fuck was he worried? It was more of an opportunity, if anything. He calmly signaled and pulled the big SUV over to the shoulder of the highway.

He watched in his side mirror as the police cruiser pulled in behind him. A female officer got out. She was trim and professional in her dark blue uniform, her hair pulled back in a neat bun. She wore reflective aviator sunglasses that completely hid her eyes as she walked towards his window.

Trey rolled down his window. "Is there a problem, officer?"

"License and registration, please," she said, her voice firm and all business. Her name tag read 'CHLOE'. "Do you have any idea how fast you were going back there?"

Trey handed over his license and the new vehicle registration he'd wished into the glove box. "I guess I was just excited about the new car," he said with a charming smile.

Officer Chloe was not charmed. She took his documents, gave them a once-over, and went back to her cruiser. Trey waited, a smug grin spreading across his face. A few minutes later, she returned, a ticket book in her hand.

"Sir, I clocked you going ninety-five in a sixty-five zone," she said, scribbling on the pad. "That's thirty miles over the limit. It's a significant fine."

As she tore the ticket from the book, Trey made his wish.

I wish that the fine for any traffic violation this officer writes is to submit to being fucked by the violator. I wish the ticket she hands me explicitly states this as the penalty, and she will enforce it with the same professional duty as any other fine.

Chloe handed him the ticket through the window. "Here you are, sir. Your violation and the required penalty are clearly stated. Please read it carefully."

Trey took the ticket. At the top, it listed his name and vehicle information. Underneath, in the violation section, it read: CVC 22349(a) - Exceeding 65 MPH Maximum Speed. But in the section marked 'FINE/PENALTY,' it said: Mandatory sexual submission to the violator until the officer's satisfaction is met.

Trey looked up from the ticket, a slow grin spreading across his face. "I see."

Officer Chloe's expression was stern, professional. "Please step out of the vehicle, sir. We need to process your payment for the fine on-site."

Trey did as he was told, getting out of his brand-new SUV. Chloe led him to the space between his car and her cruiser, partially shielding them from view.

"Assume the position against my vehicle," she commanded, pointing to the side of the police car.

Trey leaned against the cruiser. A moment later, he heard the clatter of her duty belt being unbuckled and placed on the hood. Then, she was kneeling in the gravel in front of him. With practiced, impersonal efficiency, she unzipped his jeans and pulled out his hard cock.

"Payment will now be rendered," she stated, as if reading from a manual. She then took him into her mouth.

Her technique was methodical. She sucked him with a firm, practiced rhythm, her head bobbing up and down. Trey closed his eyes, gripping the roof of the police car as this uniformed officer serviced him on the side of a busy highway. It was the ultimate power trip.

After a few minutes, she pulled away, her mouth wet from spit and precum, a string of which is attached from her mouth to his cock. She then stood up and began to undress. She unbuttoned her uniform shirt, revealing a tight, white undershirt, which she also removed. Her breasts were modest but perfectly shaped, her nipples hard in the cool breeze. She then unzipped her pants and pushed them down, along with her simple panties, stepping out of them.

She turned and braced her hands on the hood of her cruiser, her round, firm ass presented perfectly to him. "Proceed when ready, sir."

Trey moved behind her, his cock already slick with her spit. He pushed into her from behind, burying himself deep inside her tight pussy. Chloe gasped, a sharp, involuntary sound, but quickly composed herself.

She grunted as he started to fuck her, his hips slapping against her ass. The police car rocked slightly with their movements.

He fucked her for several minutes, the raw, public nature of the act making it incredibly intense. Then, his eyes fell on her duty belt, still lying on the hood. Specifically, on the long, black nightstick resting in its loop.

He pulled out of her, and she let out a small whimper. He grabbed the nightstick. It was heavy and solid in his hand.

"What's this for?" he asked, holding it up.

"Standard issue crowd-control baton, sir," Chloe answered, still bent over the hood.

"I think we can find a better use for it," Trey said. He pushed the thick tip of the nightstick against her wet pussy lips and slowly pushed it inside her.

Chloe let out a loud, strangled moan, a sound that was purely pleasure, not procedure. "Oh, god! Sir, that's... that's... department property..." she panted, her body trembling as he began to fuck her with her own nightstick, the hard stick filling her. He worked it in and out, watching her ass clench and unclench around the weapon of the law.

After thoroughly violating her with her own equipment, he threw the nightstick onto the ground. He grabbed her hips, turned her around, and pushed her back against the side of the cruiser. He lifted one of her legs, hooked it over his shoulder, and plunged back into her pussy.

He was close, feeling the climax building. He fucked her with a final, furious burst of energy, her head banging softly against the police car window. With a final roar, he pulled out and shot his load all over her stomach and her discarded uniform shirt lying on the ground.

He stepped back, panting. Chloe slowly slid down the side of the car, her body slick with sweat and his cum. She stayed there for a moment, her breathing ragged, then pushed herself back up. Her professional demeanor snapped back into place.

"Your fine has been paid in full," she said, her voice even. She calmly picked up her panties and pants and began to dress. "You are free to go. Please try to observe the posted speed limit from now on."

She buckled her duty belt, put her sunglasses back on, and got back into her cruiser without another word. Trey watched her for a moment, then got back into his SUV, a triumphant smirk on his face. He pulled back onto the highway. The law had been satisfied.