A Cop, A Cutie, and A Hot Pink Ticket

Officer Rick Cordan sat in his vehicle on the I-77 turnpike. He watched the road ahead of him as he looked for speeders.

It had been a long boring Tuesday night. Only a handful of vehicles had passed him, and none of those drivers were going over the speed limit.

Suddenly, a blue 2013 Civic sped past him! The driver was doing an 80 in a 65!

At long last, some action!

Cordan switched his vehicle into Drive, turned left, and pursued the driver.

He turned his car lights on before switching on the police car's lights and siren. The siren blared as he chased the driver.

The driver immediately pulled over to the right side of the road.

Cordan pulled his car to the side of the road and parked it. He reached into the dashboard and grabbed a pad that contained several pink tickets.

Yes, he admitted it. He enjoyed having power over other people. He enjoyed being able to make others do as he wished. If he caught someone breaking the law, he would make them pay dearly.

Cordan climbed out of his vehicle and walked over to the blue Civic. The driver's window rolled down. He stared at the driver inside of the vehicle.

The driver was a young blonde woman with blue eyes. She was very cute, and her body looked just as appealing as her face.

"License and proof of insurance, please," he said.

The young woman quickly handed Cordan her driver's license and insurance card.

He smiled as he stared at her license. The driver's name was Amanda Vanter. And she was barely legal.

"Turned 18 yesterday, eh?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied.

"It's a good thing that you did," he said. "Anyone under 18 isn't allowed to be out here at this time of night."

"Is that why you pulled me over?" she asked. "Because you thought I wasn't legal?"

"No," Cordan remarked. "You were going 80 in a 65."

"This is a 65 mile per hour zone?" she cried. "I thought it was 80!"

"There are no 80 mile per hour zones in this state, Miss Vanter," he said.

"Wait, really?" she yelled.

"Miss Vanter, I'm not stupid," Cordan said. "You might think the speed limit should be 80 miles per hour, but it's 65, and it's clearly posted on this highway."

"Oh, my God," she groaned.

"Stay right there," he told her. "I'll be right back."

Cordan returned to his vehicle. He checked the license records to see if Amanda had anything on her driver's record. He grinned when he saw the results.

He quickly walked back to Amanda's vehicle.

"Miss Vanter, your record indicates that this is your fifth speeding ticket in the last 3 months," he said. "I'm going to have to request the bureau suspend your license indefinitely."

"No, please!" she yelled. "I can't afford to have my license suspended! I need it!"

"The law is the law, Miss Vanter," Cordan declared. "And I have to follow it."

"Please, don't!" Amanda yelled. "I need this vehicle! I can't afford to be without a license! I need it! Please!"

At that moment, Cordan smiled. The big moment had arrived.

"Hmm, well, I think there is one thing that you can do to help me forget about this," Cordan responded.

"What is it?" she asked.

"Get out of your vehicle, walk over to mine, and you'll find out," he declared.

"You're going to arrest me?!" Amanda shrieked.

"Just do as I say, and everything will be alright," Cordan replied.

"But..."

"Hey, do you want to keep your license or not?" Cordan yelled.

Amanda nodded.

"Then get out of the damn car and walk over to mine!" he demanded.

Amanda obeyed. She climbed out of her vehicle.

Amanda was wearing a pink top and had on a short black miniskirt. Her blonde hair was wrapped into two pigtails.

Yep. Amanda was 18 years old, and she looked every bit like it.

Amanda walked over to Cordan's vehicle. The police officer followed her there.

He smiled as he pulled out a pair of silver handcuffs.

"Look, officer, please!" she yelled. "I can't go to jail! I can't! My father would kill me, and..."

"Just shut up and listen to me!" Cordan yelled.

Amanda immediately became silent.

"You're a beautiful young woman," he declared. "Too beautiful for prison. Now I'm cuffing you, but trust me. That's not what those handcuffs are going to be used for."

At that moment, Amanda realized what was going on. She smiled.

"Oh!" she exclaimed. "So... what do you like, officer?"

"Put your hands behind your back, and you'll find out," he said.

Amanda obeyed, and Cordan cuffed her.

Cordan opened his vehicle and pushed her into the backseat of his police car. She stared at Cordan as she waited for him to make the next move.

"Sit back," he said. "I'm going to show you what I want to do."

Officer Cordan grabbed Amanda's top and ripped it right off of her chest, exposing her boobs.

Amanda's boobs were double D's, and they were very real.

Cordan tossed Amanda's top onto the street, grabbed her boobs and played with her pink nipples. She moaned as he massaged her boobs.

After a few seconds, Amanda's nipples became erect as she became aroused.

"Turn around," Cordan instructed. "Stay on your knees, but turn so you're facing away from me."

Amanda obeyed. As she turned around, her miniskirt crept up her ass. Cordan grabbed the garment and pulled it up all the way so he could see everything that was underneath it.

Cordan stared at Amanda's pink panties. They were covered with red and blue flowers and had a light purple trim. Amanda's pussy lips were visible through her thin cotton panties.

However, Cordan wasn't content with them being somewhat visible. He wanted them to be entirely visible.

Officer Cordan lowered his hands and ripped the panties right off of Amanda, exposing her ass and pussy. Amanda shrieked as she heard the RIP that accompanied Cordan's lustful actions.

Cordan tossed the ruined panties aside, lowered his mouth to Amanda's cooch, and began to make out with her pussy lips. Amanda moaned as the dirty police officer sucked on her pussy.

Cordan stuck his tongue into Amanda's pussy and began to munch on her juicy twat.

Amanda cried out as he made her orgasm. Her warm and moist cum gushed out of her pussy and into the police officer's mouth.

After a few seconds, Cordan pulled his mouth away from Amanda's cooch.

"More!" she yelled. "Please, Officer, I want more!"

"Oh, you'll get more," he declared, as he pulled out his police baton. "You've been a very naughty girl, Amanda. And I'm going to show you how naughty you have really been."

Cordan raised his baton and smacked Amanda's ass repeatedly. She screamed as he whacked her cheeks, leaving red marks all over her ass.

As Cordan smacked her ass, Amanda's pussy juices began to drip down her legs and onto the car seat.

"Now let's see how loose you really are," he remarked.

Cordan smiled as he inserted the baton into Amanda's pussy as much as he could. He moved it back and forth, flicking her clitoris as he pressed it against the walls of her moist pussy.

Amanda moaned as the police officer fucked her pussy with his baton.

"Now it's my turn," the police officer declared, as he removed the baton from her cooch.

Cordan unbuckled his belt and pulled his zipper down. He quickly dropped his pants and boxers to the ground as he freed his fully erect cock.

Cordan grabbed Amanda's hair and spun her around, pushing her face towards him. She gasped when she saw his eight-inch cock.

"Holy shit!" she cried. "They really are that big!"

"Yes, they are," he remarked. "So what do you want to do now, my dear?"

Instinctively, Amanda kissed the tip of Cordan's cock. He moaned as her warm lips pressed against his pink pleasure center.

At that moment, Cordan grabbed his cock with both hands and shoved into Amanda's mouth. She began to suck on it, pressing her wet tongue against the police officer's highly sensitive cock.

Cordan groaned as Amanda, the barely legal 18 year-old woman, gave him a blowjob.

After two minutes of sucking, Cordan removed his cock from her mouth.

"Alright, that's enough," he told her. "Now let's see what it feels like in there."

Cordan grabbed Amanda's hair and pushed her onto her back. He lifted her legs up into the air.

"One thing to remember in life, my dear," he said. "Always bring a spare."

Cordan pulled out another pair of handcuffs from his right pocket. He removed the flip flops from Amanda's feet, tossing them onto the street. Then he snapped the handcuffs onto her ankles, ensnaring them and ensuring that her legs remained spread.