Traffic cop

The manager is terrified as he pulls over to the side of the road. Elsa doesn't know what to do, so she stays down, still holding his cock inches away from her face. You look around and see that the car is on a pretty quiet road and the traffic cop must have been waiting in the shadows to catch speeders but instead saw the manager's erratic driving.

The traffic cop approaches the car and taps the driver's window with his flashlight. The manager lowers the window.

"License and registration please," the cop says, not commenting on the manager's exposed cock or Elsa's compromising position. The manager hurriedly hands over the documents while Elsa sits up. From the backseat, you can see the name tag on the cop's uniform. Hernandez. He looks somewhere in his 30s and very well-built with the bulky torso of a footballer,and he has a thick mustache. He looks at the documents and hands them back, before he shines the flashlight into the minivan for a better look. You have to shield your eyes when he shines the light in the back, although he can't see you.

"Sir, you and your wife having a fun night?" officer Hernandez asks.

"Uh, no, this is... not my wife. We're just, uh, just..." the manager stutters as he answers nervously.

"Oh?" Hernandez remarks, shining his flashlight all over again. "Well, I see a wedding ring on your hand, none on hers, and a car seat in the back. Let me guess, told the wife at home with the kid that you're working late and then went to pick up a working girl?"

"I'm not a hooker!" Elsa snaps.

"Can I see some ID?" Hernandez asks her. Elsa simmers down and doesn't respond.

"That's what I thought. She's not bad looking. How much she set you back?" Hernandez asks the manager. The manager doesn't know how to respond and you can see he's sweating profusely and even shaking a little while he grips the steering wheel.

"Well... let me see. Reckless driving, indecent exposure, and solicitation... oh boy. Looks like you're not getting home to your family tonight," Hernandez goes on to say.

"No! Please, officer. This is a misunderstanding. We're just, I mean, she's, I, I... " the manager struggles to explain, because the truth is just too unbelievable.

"Okay, turn the engine off and get out of the car. Both of you," Hernandez orders. The manager and Elsa do as told and the traffic cop tells them to get over on the left side of the minivan is facing offroad and put their hands on the car. You teleport outside to get a better look. The cop pats the manager down first, then Elsa, taking a particularly long time with the blonde supermodel even though she has nothing on her except for her dress. For some reason, the manager still hasn't tucked his cock away, perhaps too afraid to do anything without permission, although it's no longer hard. When he's done, Hernandez smacks Elsa on her ass and she yelps.

"This is some fine piece of meat, seriously. Kudos to you man," Hernandez remarks.

"I'm not a hooker!" Elsa says again.

"Well, we can sort that out at the station and-"

"No, please! I can't get arrested for prostitution!" Elsa begs, starting to panic. She must be thinking about the consequences on her career and publicity if she gets arrested and no matter if it were true, the tabloids and blogs would still be full of rumors of her selling herself. All the Victoria's Secrets models have great reputations and you're sure she would lose her sweet job if this got out.

Hernandez cackles, knowing that he has full control.

"Okay, seeing as you're already paid for, I guess it doesn't matter who gets to enjoy the goods, am I right?" Hernandez asks, Neither Elsa nor the manager answers, so Hernandez nudges the manager.

"It's only reasonable, right? You've already paid for her, so she's getting fucked anyway, am I right?" Hernandez says. The manager can only nod. Hernandez walks up to Elsa from behind leaning in close to her ear. "Are you going to behave?"

"If I do, you'll let me go?" Elsa asks.

"Yes."

"Okay," Elsa says. Hernandez laughs out loud at the quick response. He then proceeds to take his cock out of his pants and the headlights from his police car behind allows you to see that he's already hard and raring to go. His cock is much bigger than the manager's and he wastes no time in hiking up Elsa's dress and rubbing his cock along the crack of her smooth ass cheeks.

"Hey, you got a rubber?" Hernandez asks the manager, who shakes his head. "How about you?" he asks Elsa, who also shakes her head.

"Hmm..." Hernandez says to himself as he stares down at Elsa's nice ass, continuing to rub his cock on it while he considers whether or not to fuck the woman he thinks is a hooker. Eventually he gives in to his primal lust and abruptly shoves his cock into Elsa's pussy from behind, causing her to shriek and hang onto the side of the car as Hernandez starts to fuck her.

A car drives by, but you doubt whoever's in it can see what's happening. While Hernandez is focused on humping Elsa from behind, you see that the manager beside them still has his hands on the minivan. However, he's now opening watching them fuck and his exposed cock is once again hard. You chuckle to yourself at the sight. This is certainly not what you had imagine this night to turn out, and if Abby knew, she would be so angry.

Unlike the manager from before when he was taking advantage of Elsa, Hernandez is in no rush as he takes his time with slow thrusts of his hips, punctuating each of them with a little bump into Elsa from behind. His hands are running up and down the front of Elsa's body, occasionally slipping under her dress to feel her up.

You're starting to get impatient and thinking about leaving when the radio on Hernandez's shoulder squawks.

"Hernandez, you there?" a female voice asks.

The traffic cop pauses mid-thrust and clicks his radio.

"Yeah, I'm here," he answers.

"Kind of a slow night over here. No activity at all. You wanna go grab a bite at that burger joint nearby?"

"Sure, I'll be right there. Just finishing up with a couple of perps," Hernandez says with another slow but hard thrust.

"Anything good?"

"Just reckless driving. Nothing exciting. I'll see you in a few minutes."

"Roger. Over and out," the female voice signs off. It sounds like she's a fellow traffic cop not far away.

Surprisingly, once he's off the radio, Hernandez pulls out of Elsa without finishing and tucks his cock away. Even Elsa is stunned, although she's not complaining.

"Alright, that's enough fun. I've got to run so you two better get going," Hernandez says, chuckling as he leaves Elsa and the manager still standing there with their hands on the side of the minivan. Neither of them dares to move until Hernandez gets into his car and drives away. Without a word, they get back into the minivan.