Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244
Yesterday, in a call, a guy asked me what the craziest thing I’d ever done was. My mind went blank. How do you pick the craziest thing when you’ve always been a wild girl? It took a second to sort through my memories, and then I remembered that time I suck off a cop. That was pretty wild, I guess. Let me tell you about it.
At the time, I lived in a real small town—the kind where everyone knows everyone and their business. The crime rate was really low, and the local police had nothing better to do than sit in a tree line by the only stop sign in town. Of course, I hadn’t seen him sitting there when I blew past the sign in a hurry. He hit me with the blue lights, and I really didn’t have time or money for a ticket.
That Time I Fucked A Cop
He walked up to my window, and I rolled my eyes. Billy and I had gone to high school together. “Get off my ass, Officer. I have things to do today, and you aren’t one of ’em.” He tucked his hands into his toolbelt and shrugged.
“I don’t know, Lea. This will be your fourth moving violation.” He sniffed all smug like and peered down at my cleavage. “You might wanna make time or get this ticket.” I undid my seatbelt and huffed as I stepped out of the car. “Hands behind your back.” I did as he said. I mean, you have to admit the handcuffs are hot. He cuffed me and led me back to his cruiser.
The road was pretty busy, but he didn’t seem to care as he bent me over the backseat. “It’s been a long, boring shift, so I’m not gonna be gentle.” My face rubbed into the leather seat, and I spread my legs after he pulled down my jeans.
“When are you ever, Billy?” I moaned when he sank into me roughly, holding the handcuffs to anchor himself and deepen his strokes.
Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244