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Moving Violation - Edited

Date: 12/9/2014, Categories: Fiction, Authoritarian, Male/Teen Female, Reluctance, Young, Author: hotdogsquirrel, Rating: 90.8, Source: sexstories.com

“Just got your license?” he asks. “Yes, Sir,” I mutter. My heart feels like it’s in my belly. “Looks like you’ve only been driving about two weeks,” the cop says, aiming his flashlight at my license. It’s still the paper one. My real one hasn’t even showed up in the mail yet. “I know,” I say, “I’m sorry. ” “You know you’re not supposed to be driving after ten, right?” he says, shining his light in my face and then up and down my body. “I know,” I say, “That’s why I was speeding, because I’m late getting home. ” “Where you coming from?” he asks, his light lingering on my tits. I’m wearing a tank top with out a bra. I left the bra at my boyfriend’s place. I can still feel his warm cum inside my pussy as the cop questions me. “At a friend’s,” I tell him. “A boyfriend’s?” he asks, the light dipping into my lap. “I don’t have a boyfriend,” I lie, though I’m not entirely sure why. “Well, I’m going to have to write you a ticket,” he says, and I can see my driving privileges vanishing before my eyes. “Isn’t there any way you could just let me off with a warning?” I plead, batting my eyes and twisting my dark hair around my finger. I’ve flirted my way out of trouble in school with male teachers who are suckers for pretty eyes and big tits, and I’ve heard lots of stories about cops who let pretty girls off when they start to cry. The problem is I’ve never been much of a crier and the tears aren’t coming now. “What did you have in mind?” he asks, his light back on my tits. It’s not the ... reply I expected and for a moment I feel off balance. “I don’t know,” I say, “I can’t get a ticket though.” He doesn’t reply right away. He looks up and down the street. I’m just a few blocks from home and it’s not a busy street. He turns off his flashlight and hooks it on his belt. “Why don’t you show me your tits?” he finally says. “What?” I gasp, completely shocked. “You’ve got nice tits,” he says, “I’d love to see them.” “Are you serious?” I say, feeling my heart rate suddenly jump. I’ve heard about these stories, too. “It’s cheaper than a ticket,” he says, “And you won’t lose your license. ” For a long moment I just stare at him. He’s tall and well built with big muscled arms sticking out of his short-sleeved shirt. He’s not bad looking but he’s old, older than my Dad anyway, which is the standard I use for guys being old. He’s at least in his forties, maybe late forties. All this goes through my mind in a second before I do the balancing act. Which is worse, getting a ticket and possibly losing the license I’ve only just earned, or showing my tits to some pervy old cop? I’m embarrassed and actually blush when I realize that last thought sent a little chill down my spine and tickled the nerves that make my pussy wet. I blame it on the fact that I just had sex with my boyfriend, and as usual, I have to wait until I’m home and alone in bed before I can finish what he started. “Alright,” I say, deciding that flashing my tits is a lot less hassle than a ticket. I unhook my ...