Pull someone over and give them a ticket

Driving along, you see a couple of motorists, stationery at the wheels of their cars. One catches your eye. Its a pretty black girl with long braids. You pull up alongside her. Yeah. She'll do. You figure out the switch to set off the flashing lights and get out, pulling your cap on straight and making sure the utility belt was sitting right.

In the glove compartment while she is catatonic, you discover her licence. "Neeray Kensing from Oklahoma" You mentally subtract her birthdate from what you think of as current and made her age 25. Although she was either brand new (as a clone) or thousands of years old if you're thinking of the original Neeray. You pocket the licence, and walk round to the other side, admiring her ample curves. "Wake" you call.

She shudders to life. "Whuh? Whosat? Huh?" she says confused. A moment ago she was driving at night, now its broad daylight and she's parked, with a cop banging on her window. She hits the button and winds it down in a hurry.

"Ma'am, have you been drinking?" you ask.

"Nosir officer!" she insists. "I dunno what's happened".

"I have reason to believe you have been drinking or asleep at the wheel. Your car was swaying from side to side and came to a stop here."

"I, I, I don't understand."

"Can I see your licence please?"

"Hang on," she unclips her seatbelt and rummages in the glove. She cant find it. "It must be here!" she wails.

"Ma'am. I must ask you to step out of the vehicle."

You take a step back as she gets out. She's wearing a tight tshirt and black leggings over a pair of globular buttocks. She looks very confused.

"Please face your vehicle and put your hands behind your back"

"I, I, I havent done nuthin", she objects, but does as she's told. You fasten the handcuffs, then push her so that she lands face down on the hood.

"Do you have any weapons on your person?" you bark.

"No, no. I don't" she says quickly.

"Ok. This will only take a minute", you grab her by the thigh, squeeze tight then slide your hands down from there all the way to her ankles and back up to her crotch so that you're pushing hard against her pussy before repeating the exercise on her other leg.

"Owww! Stop that. Hey. Why have you no shoes on? What kind of cop are you?" she squeals

You ignore her cries, then grip her buttocks firmly and pull them apart.

"Hey! Stop that." she yells, but before she can move, you've got the waist band of her leggings and underpants in your hands and yanking them downwards so that they're at her knees before she realizes what's going on.

She tries to struggle, but you grab her by the hair and she arches her back. Behind her, you now have the cop trousers at your ankles and are positioning yourself for entry. Bingo, and you're inside her smooth pink tunnel.

"Stop! Please."

You ignore this and pull yourself deep inside her, until you feel those big buttocks against your hips and groin. Marvellous. You plough into her doggy style over and over again, occasionally leaning back to grapple with the monumental ass until you release and spatter her inside with cream.

This time, although you could feel the relaxing release of an orgasm, you did not have the overwhelming urge to pass out on the spot. Good! The avatar had kept its word.

Neeray however was a different story. She was still struggling. "Sleep", you tell her and she slumps against her car hood.

You lift her from the car and take her over to the sidewalk and lie her on her back. Even though you had just cum inside her and had no great desire to fuck anyone again yet, she still looks incredibly hot. It was a shame she had to go. It seemed that every time you found a hot girl she was going to vanish in a few hours. Fuck. You had to be able to do better than that.