weaving in and out of the slower traffic. Ann got carried away, and was going.faster than she realized, and her weaving was getting outrageous. Still, she was surprised to see the flashing blue light in her rear-view minor. She hoped that the cop was after someone else, but she knew that he was coming for her. She slowed down and pulled to the jight. The cop pulled up alongside and motioned her to stop. Gravel flew as the Jag pulled off the road and came to a stop on the shoulder. The cop stopped right behind her.
Ann remembered reading somewhere that it was best to get out of the car and walk over to the cop if you wanted to avoid getting a ticket, and that's what she did. The cop had just stepped out of his car when she reached him. She could tell by the way he. looked at her that the best way for her to try to get out of getting a ticket would be to give this cop some of her special favors. He asked to see her driver's license, but his eyes were asking for something else.
Ann opened her purse and began fishing through it. She could feel his gaze on her tits. She was glad that she was wearing such a tight blouse. While searching through her wallet, she tried to figure out whether her nipples were showing through the thin fabric. As they stood at the side of the toad, the passing traffic kept Ann's body well-lit with flashing headlights. The cop was standing with his back to the traffic, and she couldn't see him very well.
As she handed him her license, she tried to determine his age. There were some young cops around; none young enough to really appeal to her, but in a pinch, she could fuck an older guy.
'Was I doing anything wrong, Officer?' she asked innocently.
'No except speeding, passing on the right, changing lanes without signaling and reckless driving,' be answered.
'That sounds pretty serious,' Ann said.
'Well, you could lose your license,' the cop said.
'If I promise never to do it again, will you let me go?' Ann asked.
'Sorry, lady,' he said.
'How about if I throw a blow-job in the deal?' Ann said in the most seductive voice she could manage.
The cop looked at her for a few seconds without saying anything. Then he told her he'd have to radio in a check on her car. It would only take a few minutes and she could sit in the patrol car with him if she wanted. Ann understood why he was being reluctant to answer her directly, so she got into his car with him. The cop began reading her license number and a description of her car over his two-way radio. Holding his microphone in one
hand, he began unzipping his pants and unfastening his belt with the other.
The car was illuminated by the traffic streaming past, and the sound of the cars rushing by created a strange atmosphere for sex. Ann lowered herself on the front seat with her head over the cop's opened pants. She stuck her hand in there and began fishing around. It didn't take her long to find the stiff billy-club that his cock had become.
Freeing the pole from his pants, Ann realized that she had made a good deal. This cop had a beautiful cock. She heard him talking over his radio as she brought her lips to the swollen head. She kissed the twitching knob as she held it around the thick shaft.
'Ann James, 549 Valley View, thirty-six, Caucasian female,' she heard him saying into the microphone above her as she was kissing his other microphone.
Ann opened her mouth and took the fat dang into it. The taste of maleness filled her mouth and a rush.of sexual excitement ran through her. One of the cop's big, heavy hands descended on her side and slid around to her fit. He squeezed the huge handful a little too hard, and Ann grunted her discomfort, causing the guy to ease up a bit. She knew she had promised a blow-job and nothing else, but she was a perfectionist and wanted to give him her best.
Ann held his cock-head on her wet tongue.
Turning her head gave the bulb in her mouth friction. She moved her tongue back and forth under the head for a while, then all around it. Ann was just beginning, and she was looking forward to swallowing a big load of jism. Moving her head forward caused the cock to slide to the back of her throat, and then farther, until it was deep down her gullet. Ann slid th amp;rod in and out, from her lips to past her tonsils.
Moving her head slowly and deliberately, Ann was building up passion in her policeman lover. It was time to give him one of her best tricks, she thought. Swallowing his prick as far down as she could, she held her head still. Then she swallowed, so the muscles in her throat grabbed his prick and tried to force it down her throat. She did that several times, and could tell by the way he grabbed her tit and held it tightly, that her technique was getting to him. She couldn't breathe while she had his cock in her throat, so she had to lift her head and get the stiff dong out of her throat while she caught her breath. As she breathed through her nose, she played with his prick-head in her mouth. Then, when she had breathed enough for a while, she slid her head down towards his lap again, and the mushroom went down her throat. She gave him a few more swallow strokes, then lifted her head to breathe again..
Above her, she heard the owner of that cock begin to breathe hard.and noisily. It wouldn't be long, she knew. Increasing the speed of her head-plunges was sending his rod in and out with blinding speed. If she bobbed her head any faster, she might get a bum on her tongue. She felt the cop rise up off his seat, and she braced herself for
'Ah Uhhhhh!' she heard him groan as the first bullets of cum splashed into her mouth. Shot after shot bunt from his cock as she continued bobbing her head up and down. Swallowing as fast as she could, Ann drank the goo that was filling her mouth. His sperm was especially delicious. When he stopped spurting, she sucked him clean, and lifted her head. As his prick was collapsing, she kissed it lightly on the piss-slit.
'Well, lady, I've decided to let you go with a warning this time, but you'd better slow down,' he said sternly. Then he added, 'That was the greatest blow-job I ever had.' Ann went back to her own car and drove off. She was lucky to get away with a reward for speeding rather than a fine. She was still anxious to get there, but she thought she better go slower. Delays like that were nice, though. Still, she was after younger game, and she would have to pay attention to what she was doing if she was going to get any.
Without further incident, she arrived at the bar, She parked her car and went in. It was dark inside, and the blaring music assaulted her ears. As hereyes became accustomed to the dim light, she began to see what was going on in there. There was a band at one end of the place. On either side of the band, and a little higher up on platforms, there were topless go-go dancers. Ann watched them, sizing up their bodies and comparing them to hers.
In front of the bandstand, a swarm of dancers moved to the beat of the primitive music. The dancers' bodies pulsed together like a living percussion instrument. Ann's body was responding to the beat and if no one asked her to dance soon, she would have to find a good-looking kid, and ask him. A long bar, with drinkers two deep, stretched along one side of the place. Ann made her way towards the bar to get a drink.
As she fought her way through the crowd, salacious comments were hurled at her by several men, and some very young ones, too. Ann had the feeling that she was in for a good time. Squeezing into the piles of people lining the bar she waved a five-dollar bill to attract the bartender's attention. As the men standing around her noticed her, they began to move back a little so they could get a look at her.
Ann got her drink, and stood there while she drank it. Her eyes scanned the sea of people, and several studs caught her eye. She quickly finished her drink, and called for another. With two or three drinks in her, she could be a wild woman, not that she was tame when sober.
She was attracting the stares of dozens of men, and some women, but she only encouraged the ones who looked like they were too young to be in the place. She saw three handsome studs sitting at a table, and smiling at them, she lingered near them, trading smiles and stares. Finally, one of them got up and walked to her, asked her to dance and led her to the dance floor when she accepted. The kid was a good dancer, and Ann let herself go, dancing up a storm.
When the music stopped, Ann didn't let the kid get away. She asked him to dance again, and he was more than willing. The dance floor was crowded, and Ann kept bumping people with her wildly swinging ass. No one minded, though.
After a few fast songs, the band began a slow, bluesy piece. The kid said he didn't know how to dance slowly, mid tried to lead her away, but Ann didn't let him get away with that. Telling him that she would teach him, she grabbed him and held his body to hers. As soon as he felt her tits press against his chest, he seemed eager to get a dancing lesson; Ann led him around the floor, and he was a fast learner.
