The Right to Remain Silent

His verbal reaction was causing her to wiggle her ass and rub her thighs together in her own arousal. Twice now she had given blow jobs without a release of her own and it was torture to her. She realized that after the cop let her go she would have to get her husband to stop somewhere so she could ride him until she was satisfied.

She sat up and wiped the spit and cum that was on her lips and waited for him to tell her she could go.

He was breathing harder and buttoned and zipped his pants, leaving the buckle undone. “That was the most dangerous thing you could be doing on this road at dusk, Ma’am. I think it’s time to pay the fine.”

“What?” she asked, “I thought I just paid the fine?”

“No, Ma’am, you were entering evidence.”

“Who do you think you are?” she asked loudly.

“Step out of the car, Ma’am.” She could hear the anger in his voice but she didn’t care. Who the hell did he think he was? Sure she did it willingly, and sure she actually enjoyed it more than she should, but he was abusing his power as a figure of authority. She got out of the car and stood with her hands on her hips defiantly feeling the anger coursing through her veins.

When the cop approached her she opened her mouth to begin arguing with him but was surprised when he spun her around and grabbed her wrists. After placing cuffs on her hands he said quietly in her ear, “Do you really want me to take you in?”

“I’ll tell them what you made me do.”

“What? I’ll just tell them that you tried to get out of the ticket by giving me a blow job. I’ll say I was wrong for letting you do it but you’ll still find yourself in a heap of trouble. Besides, I have a feeling that you might enjoy paying the fine, Alysia.” He ran his hand under her skirt and felt the juices that were seeping from her. “See, you were enjoying touching me already.”

“So what if I did, that doesn’t mean anything.”

“Let me make you cum and you can be on your way, Ma’am. You should think twice in the future before walking around without any panties on and giving blow jobs in moving vehicles.”

He opened the back of the car, preparing to put her in it and she got scared. “Wait! Don’t take me in. I’ll comply.”

Chapter 4

Alysia heard keys jingling before she felt Jake unlocking the cuffs. “Get in,” he told her with a deep guttural tone. The car was dark but she climbed into the car and began to crawl over the cold seat. Before she reached the other side she felt his hands grab her from behind and stop her. With only one hand now on her hip she heard the belt rattling and figured the other hand was messing with his pants. Her skirt was flipped up and she felt his hot wet tongue move over her slit. Despite wanting to slap him the feeling was magnificent and caused her to squeal. His hand moved under her shirt and moved the bra up exposing her breast. His hand began to knead and caress her fleshy tit. She felt him toy with her erect nipple and the pleasure flowing from it spread through her body. She leaned forward until her forehead was pressed against the car’s interior. His tongue was stiffly plunged into her wet hole and she groaned. It felt great but in that moment she wanted something stiffer to be in its place.

She sensed more movement but his hand continued to tease her breast. She felt the tip of his cock as he pressed it against her pussy. He pushed forward, trying to let his cock find its way into her but it missed and slid over her clit causing her to jump. After a second try he missed again so she brought her hand under to guide him. He pressed forward slowly, entering her and didn’t stop until he was deeply seated within her. Once he was inside her completely he stopped and said, “Mmm.”

They stayed motionless while she panted. She wanted him to move and pound into her. Her level of arousal was unrelenting and she needed a release soon. He must have felt the same thing because he began to pull back and push forward with a purpose. He held her hip with one hand and grabbed her breast with the other. She heard him growl while he continued to pleasure her.

She felt her orgasm begin to rise just as he pulled out of her and she let her frustration be known. He sat back in the car seat and pulled her on top of him. With her body straddling him he held his dripping cock upright for her to impale herself onto it. Holding his shoulders, she began to ride him. Her rhythm was steady and the lust that she could see in his eyes, due to their close contact, surprised her. When he captured her lips with his, again she was surprised. For a split second, while she continued to ride the stranger who was in a cop’s uniform, she asked herself, <i>What the hell am I doing?</i> When his hand began playing with her nipple that was still exposed under her t-shirt and deepened their kiss, she lost her ability for rational thought. reality melted away and all there was for her was the pleasure that his hand, mouth and cock were bringing her.

The car was sweltering and her face was dampened with sweat. She felt the orgasm build and she yelled when her release shook her body like a convulsion. Her rhythm up and down stopped and the walls of her pussy gripped his cock, holding it in place. It seemed to trigger his release because she heard him groan, “Ahh…”

For several moments they stayed motionless waiting out the last vestiges of their orgasms and as the stars that were bursting behind her eyes faded the magnitude of the situation hit her like a ton of bricks.

Through her panting breath she asked, “Have I paid the fine now?”

He laughed while his hand held her hips, keeping her on him for a bit longer. Still, he didn’t answer her question.

“Well have I?” she asked again.

“Ma’am, you have the right to remain silent,” he began to say.

“What?” she asked flabbergasted.

“…anything you do say could cause us a heap of trouble. You have the right to go home now.”

She felt the flood of shock wash away from her and anger filled her.

“What the hell am I supposed to tell my husband was going on?” she asked before climbing off him and opening the car door. The car windows were fogged up and the cool night air was refreshing. After fixing her bra back over her bare breast she heard him climb out of the car and close the door.

He began to tell her what she should relay to her husband and handed her a business card. “Should you ever pass through these parts and feel like breaking the law again,” he said, after which he chuckled.

“Yeah, right,” she mumbled.

“Get on your way, Alysia. By the way, you were amazing, thanks.”

She managed a weak laugh, but didn’t reply. It had been the most amazing and erotic experience of her life but she was ashamed and refused to encourage him with that knowledge. He knew her name, address and license plate number. God only knows what he would do if she told him that he too was amazing. She loved her husband and would never cheat on him but she was forced, or was she? Her sexual tension was gone and only guilt remained.

“I feel ashamed,” she replied with her head down.

“Don’t, I gave you little chance to refuse.”

“Yeah, but still, I didn’t fight you off that much and didn’t try to persuade you otherwise.”

“You’re right, you didn’t do that. In fact, you didn’t even make sure I was a real cop.”

“What?” she exclaimed now terrified that she complied with a fake cop. There was little doubt that she should not have complied with a real one but a fake one just seemed even more ludicrous.

“I’m kidding. I’m a cop. Just as much as you could find trouble telling your husband about this, I could find trouble of my own. Let’s keep it to ourselves.”

“Then why did you do all of this?”

“You were tempting me at the rest stop and I can’t resist a beautiful woman. I didn’t plan it, but the remote location helped and when you complied, well I would be a fool to not try to fuck your brains out. Now scoot. I’m going to talk to your husband.”

Without a word she walked toward the car. As she walked she felt their mixed juices trailing down her thighs. Jake was at Eric’s door taking the paperwork and pens when Alysia opened the door and asked Eric to pop the trunk. She knew she couldn’t climb into the car with their juices all over her and since it was getting chilly she decided to use that as an excuse to change.

The trunk opened, she unzipped her suitcase and pulled a dirty t-shirt out and wiped up the drippings. Once she was dry she slipped on a pair of panties under her skirt and followed them by a pair of black athletic pants. Once she was dressed she pulled the skirt down over her pants and tossed them in the suitcase, zipped it up and closed the trunk. When she looked back at the cruiser she could see the cop in the headlights giving her a small wave before disappearing into the darkness along the driver side.

Once back in the car she looked down at the name on the business card. It read “Officer Jake Marsh.” He was a state cop.

With the car started Eric asked, “What happened? Is he just letting us go?”

“Yeah, he’s letting us go.”

“What happened?” Eric asked, more than a little curious.

“He locked me in the back of the car and red me the riot act. After cuffing me and threatening to arrest me he lectured me about the dangers of what could have happened had you wrecked while I did what I did.”

“What changed his mind?”

“I promised to not do it again and told him that I had learned my lesson.”

“I hope you thanked him,” Eric said with a laugh, finally appearing to relax knowing the ordeal was over.

Alysia looked out into the black night while she turned the card over in her hand again and again. With a smirk she replied, “Yes, I thanked him profusely.”