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I woke up one morning and decided that I needed a new car.
I had been driving a compact Japanese convertible, that over the years, had been lowered, the exhaust modified, the windows tinted, body kits added, and had been repainted. The car was just shy of fully becoming one of those cartoon-like 'rice racers' that are all over the Los Angeles basin.
I woke up one morning and decided that I was tired of driving a silly toy car and wanted something a little higher on the maturity scale. I was turning 34 this year and just felt that I wanted to convey a 'classier' message about myself by driving a different car. I purchased all the latest auto magazines and set my eyes on a European version of the roadster I was getting out of, except it was more than double the price tag and about 10 times as luxurious. It was a 2 seater convertible, leather interior, Bose stereo system, power everything, and has a 6 speed manual transmission.
I've had the car for almost 6 months now and it is a dream to drive and own. I love the looks I get from everyone wherever I drive it, especially in the middle of summer when I have the top down and my long red hair is flowing in the wind.
One small problem with owning a European sports car in the middle of Los Angeles is that its not too often that you can find traffic conditions available that will let you drive the car as a sports car should be driven.
Today was my lucky day...
I drove the car at 90 MPH over an open stretch of eastbound highway until I was about an hour out of Los Angeles. I pulled off the free-way and headed north a few miles on surface streets to the local mountains. I loved driving these mountain roads aggressively. I raced around the turns and over the changes in elevation with ease. The car handled like a dream and I was having a good time. There were no cars on the road and I was free to drive as fast as I wanted.
I had just come out of a sharp right hand turn when I glanced off the side of the road and saw a sheriff unit had pulled over a car and the Deputy was writing a ticket to the driver. He pointed at me and watched me drive by. I slowed down to below the speed limit, but I knew that as soon as the Deputy was done writing that ticket, he was going to jump in his car and come after me next. I was on a part of the road where there was no where to turn off onto a side road, so I would be an easy target to him to find as soon as he got back on the road.
Two minutes went by, and then almost five. How long does it take to write a ticket anyway? I grew tired of keeping my eyes on the rear view mirror, so I just pulled over onto a paved 'view point' area that overlooked the canyon below. I waited there about 5 minutes before he finally pulled up next to my car door.
He smiled at me and said, "I'm not going to write you up for speeding, but you really shouldn't be going that fast."
I sighed, smiled, peeked at him over my sunglasses and coyly replied, "Yeah, well there's a lot of other things that I shouldn't be doing that fast either."
"Oh really!?", he inquired, removing his Oakley sunglasses to reveal his dark brown eyes.
"Yes, really... Deputy Foster... Pull your car forwards a few inches so I can open my door and show you."
He hesitated a second before obliging me and moved his car foreword. I opened my door all the way and it just barely cleared the side of his car. I slid my seat back so I could twist around in my seat and face him. I turned and put my left foot on the ground and my right on the door sill. He watched me as I pulled up my skirt to reveal most of my legs. I spread my legs apart and pulled my skirt higher to show him my white satin thong.
He opened his door and turned in his seat, placing both feet on the ground. He leaned over and out of the car... checking out my thong covered pussy.
Now that I had his attention, I lifted up my left leg and rested it on the open door of his car, spread my legs apart even more, and pulled my thong to the side to show him my shaved pussy. The direct sunlight hitting my pussy felt so warm and hot. My heart was beating fast as I looked him square in the eye and said, "Now, do you want to fuck... or get a blow job?"
With a sly smile on his face, he replied, "How about a little of both?"
I smiled back at him and nodded, "OK, you're on".
He undid his pants and slid to the edge of his seat. I sat up and was ready to dive down and slurp up his hard cock... but I hesitated a second. He read my mind and reached over and grabbed his uniform jacket and lay it on the ground between his feet. Now that my knees weren't going to get beat to hell on the hot asphalt, I was good to go.
I dove down on his cock, taking it immediately all the way to the back of my throat. He grabbed me by the hair and held me there for a moment then pulled me off of him. I pulled against him holding my hair and reached out for his cock with my mouth again. I dove down on it again, but suddenly, I realized that I wasn't in control of this BJ any more. He grabbed my head whit his strong hands and fucked my mouth... at one point, he held my head still, but pushed me back so that I was kneeling farther away from the car so he could get out and stand up while I sucked him. He held me up by my hair and pumped his cock into my mouth hard. I was not in control of this BJ at all and I was surprisingly turned on even more by it. I was so wet and wondered if he would fuck my pussy as hard as he was fucking my mouth.
It wasn't long before I found out.
Deputy Foster spun me around on my knees and bent me over the seat of my car, holding 1 of my arms behind my back as if he were about to place me in cuffs. Instead, he pushed up my skirt and wadded it up in my hand. "Hold this up and out of my way, Slut". Before I had a chance to react to just being called a Slut, he cut through the back of my thong with a pocket knife right at the crotch. I tried to sit up and he pushed me back down against the leather car seat. The rougher he was with me, the more turned on I got.
He poked the head of his cock between my pussy lips and teased me with it. He would get the head just ready to slip inside me and then slide it away again. I'd try arching my ass up towards him to try to lure his cock deep inside me... but he would just slip it away again. Finally, breathing hard with anticipation, I had enough of his teasing. I turned my head toward him and asked, "Are you gonna fuck me today or what"?
"Mmmmm....Slut, do you want to be fucked today?"
Before I had a chance to answer, he pushed my head back down into the car seat and rammed his cock deep into my pussy with one big thrust. God he was so hard and wide. He totally filled me up. I tried to turn my head to look at him while he was pumping me, but he grabbed my hair into a ponytail and pulled my head back, driving my hips back towards his cock. He rammed me hard and fast. This was so good and so totally hot. I could hardly breathe because this was so hot. With one hand still pulling on my hair, he reached down and flicked and rubbed my clit with his other hand. It didn't take long for me to cum and when I did, I came hard.
"Oh God, Im cummingggg", I moaned out loud. "Mmmmmmm".
Deputy Foster said nothing and did not miss a stroke. Instead, he pushed one arm under my waist and coordinated a careful movement to stand me up, still bent over with his cock deep with in me. He then lay me over the rear fender of my car and dove his cock into me some more. I was on the edge of cuming again, when he spanked my ass with his open hand then grabbed my hips, to lift me up onto my toes. He stopped pumping me and then I felt his cock tremble as he shot his cum way up inside me.
He let go of me and twirled me around to face him. My heart still pounding, I leaned up to him, thinking he was going to kiss me. Instead, he put his hands on my shoulders and had me kneel before him. Instinctively, I took his wilting cock into my mouth - tasting his cum and my own blended together.
When he saw that the cum was cleaned off of his cock, he pulled me off him by my hair and sat me back in my car and shut my car door. He zipped up and got his uniform back in order. I had never been taken so hard and taken so fast before. I was literally breathless and speechless.
He came back over to me, grabbed my head, and kissed me hard one more time before getting back into his patrol car and driving off. I waited a few minutes before starting my car and pulling away from the viewpoint. I caught a glimpse of something on the ground in my side mirror, so I turned back around to see what it was. I parked the car and felt the cut crotch of my thong dangling between my legs as I walked over to the object on the ground.
Deputy Foster had left behind his uniform jacket. I stared at it for a moment before picking it up and putting it in the trunk of my car and driving home.