Suddenly I woke up in my car. I barely avoided driving off into the night. I swerved back onto the road.
I knew that I was coming back from visiting with a friend from college. My car was packed to the bring with many different things: camping gear and toys bought in jest. I was driving through a wide, deserted portion of the highway. I admit I was going fast.
A little fast, but not too fast.
That's when the trouble started. I saw a car coming at me from around the bend. I could even see and hear the lights, like a premonition, before they switched on. I moved to the side of the road, hoping that they would pass me and be on their way. No such luck.
I stopped my car. The officer approached me, a male officer. I rolled down the window and handed him my materials. He looked it over for a minute, and then folded it into his billfold.
"Do you know why I pulled you over?"
"I guess I was speeding, I said, "going a little fast. See, my car--"
"Boy," he said, "I didn't ask for excuses. You coulda killed somebody. Hold on a moment."
I watched as he walked back into the darkness of the night and disappeared. I head a kicking, and could feel my car bouncing up and down. Glass shattered behind me.
He came back.
"Sir, both your tail lights are you," he said. "I was going to let you off with a warning."
"You just kicked--" I started to say. He cut me off. His gun was looking me straight in the face.
"I have two powerful pieces," he said. "This is one of them. Get out the car."
I did as he instructed. He led me to the side of the car. He motioned for me to take my knees. I did so. He unzipped his pants and a hard cock flopped out.
"Go on, boy. Suck for your life."
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