That kind!

Jeni felt close to tears but tried hard to control herself. She knew the trouble she was in only too well. She could lose her license! What was she going to say at work? What was she going to tell her husband Yousef? She had lost her license through drinking? He would be disgusted!

Yousef was teetotal and expected Jeni to be too, so it was only at very rare work events where she could have the occasional glass of wine and only if she was staying at a hotel that she would break this domestic law. And now, here in the middle of the night, in the middle of nowhere, she was going to pay the price for it. Maybe this was her punishment for her betrayal of her faith. Jeni sent up a prayer and a promise that she would never drink **** again.

“Yes”, said the cop, overly emphasising the gravity of the situation. “I think this could be very bad for you”. He let the words hang in the air between them, looking at her once more from head to foot, “unless…”

Jeni waited avidly to see what was to come next. Could there really be any hope? Was there some sort of way out of her private disaster movie? Could it be that somehow this rural traffic cop would show mercy on her and let her off with just a warning? She looked up at him cautiously, not daring to hope too much, tears welling in her eyes now.

Then he clapped a hand on her thigh just above her knee. “Unless you can convince me to help you”. He grinned and clutched it tightly.

Jeni gasped, and instinctively jerked back against the door.

The policeman neither released her thigh or intensified his **** on her. Jeni shrank back against the door, panting rapidly, completely sober now.

“Dangerous drunk drivers”, said the policeman, “round here they throw the book at them. You might even go to jail for a little while” he mused.

Jeni’s eyes widened. Horrified at her current situation with this stranger’s hand on her leg, and completely terrified of what would happen to her when all this was over and her shame was communicated to everyone she knew.

“What would that mean to you miss? To your family? To your work? Hmm?” he continued, and slowly but firmly slid his hand up under her dress.

Jeni, following his cold evil logic and knew exactly what it would mean. She would lose it all! She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth as his hand reached her panties and pushed firmly against her vagina. She tried to pray inside her head for some sort of intervention, something to stop the horrible scene that was developing, to avoid this reality of him rubbing at her vagina through her black glossy tights and underwear, then at last it seemed to work. Cautiously she opened her eyes and realized to her dismay that no, it hadn’t actually worked after all. The cop was pulling his pants down and revealing an implausibly pale but solid looking pink penis. She looked on goggle-eyed as he stroked it calmly with one hand and with the other reached out to put it in her hair then caught her and pulled her towards him.

It took her a moment to realize what he was doing until she bumped her face on it, his penis hitting her cheek just an inch below her right eye. Surely, he didn’t mean her to…