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Late night freeway baby by Cleo Author note. This story is really only the tiniest bit autobiographical. Basically, I was once stopped by the cops on my way home from a club, and reflecting on the events of the evening lead to me generating an erotic tale I might tell, of course by embellishing the details to an extravagant degree. There are hints of reality here, but it's mostly fiction. Hope you enjoy it. I. Driving dressed The bright headlights flashed by on the other side of the freeway as I raced north toward home. My eyes tracked the road ahead, but I glanced often at my hands as they gripped the steering wheel. I relished the way that my long slim fingers looked, elegantly tipped in false nails with a French manicure finish, and adorned with several pretty silver rings. My smooth arms were encased in fishnet fingerless gloves, silver bangles shifting against one another on my wrist as I moved my arms to steer as the road curved gently. I was acutely aware of all aspects of my transformation, flashing into my awareness through multiple senses. The mist of CoCo Chanel pervaded the car, the scent delighting me, but I could make out also the smell of my make-up, foundation, lipstick; the taste combining with the delicious slight tackiness as I parted my lips experimentally. I allowed the various sensations to wash over me -- the heaviness of my false, mascara laden lashes, the squeeze of my corset making my breathing shallow, the tight grip of my silver clip-on hoop earrings, all mingled with the feel of the accelerator under my tight-laced and high heeled boots. It had taken me a little while at the start of my road trip, to get used to driving in the 6" platforms, and now I delighted in the slight creak of the leather as I stepped on the gas, or switched to the brake pedal. I loved every aspect of my appearance, thrilling at the cute reflection in the mirror, my sexy red bobbed wig framing my prettily made up face, dramatic eyes and dark red-brown lips, pouting back at me. Though the car interior was dark, I timed glances down to coincide with brighter exterior lighting as I drove through built ups areas, my breath catching at the sight of thighs encased in fine micromesh pantyhose. My legs were exposed because my blue combat camouflage print dress, in a stretchy gauze fabric, was gathered up to my hips while I drove. The few slight tears and runs in the pantyhose reminded me that I had been wearing them all evening - a whole evening out dressed as Cleo! This had been such a fantastic evening too; so much better than my solitary evenings at home in front of the mirror. Still enjoying the sensations of my outfit, my attention was caught by an item on the passenger seat. Right next to my cute pink and blue 'union jack' print purse lay the packaging from my end-of evening purchase. I leaned slightly to take in the picture on the card packaging, feeling the seatbelt tighten across my chest, emphasizing my defined feminine shape, gel-filled bra creating two small but sexy breasts under the gauze dress. The pretty painted face in the photo on the packaging looked back at me, smoldered at me, heavily made up eyes framed by a blunt crisp jet-black bob. Pouting pink lips setting my mind racing back to the moment I'd picked it up in the store. II. Late night shopping I'd left the club on a high. I had made it down, parked and got to the club, met fabulous people and expressed the need to get out as Cleo. I would certainly be coming back. Just need to get home safely, to top a perfect evening. My heels clicked on the concrete tiles as I headed along the sidewalk, looking for a gap in the traffic. I was elated to the point that my appearance under the bright street lamps caused me no concern. I was not as conscious of being a 'boy in girls clothing' as I had been on the drive down and the walk from my car to the club - now I was simply Cleo, on her way home from a night out. I was conscious now of other things; how my feet were a little sore after a night in high heels and making sure I remembered the right street to find my car. Some 100 yards from the club I spied the road I needed on the other side of the street, but at the same time spotted also a cop car sitting stationary in a side street on my side of the road. Crap! I suddenly wished I could remember the jaywalking laws. Did I have to walk down all the way to the lights at the next intersection? Would I get a ticket if I just crossed right here? These thoughts flashed across my mind as I walked straight past the cop car. The cop was talking to a guy through his window, and I had no idea if he had seen me. I guess I had decided not to chance it and to cross at the lights instead. Thirty yards further and my feet were already protesting. Maybe this neighborhood was not the best, either; I had passed one adult bookstore already, and the intersection was another 400 yards at least. There were people down there, brighter lights. Maybe walking so far away from safety, with no obvious speedy retreat was not smart. Funny how the confidence can be sky high one minute, and desert you totally the next. I stopped and looked behind me, confirming that the cop car was still there, and that the intersection the other way was at least as far. My feet won the argument: Well I would just have to be brave and ask the cop the law. He surely wouldn't give an English tranny in LA a hard time. He must see this kind of stuff all the time, right? How I came to be in the adult bookstore I cannot remember. A flash decision caused by the need to delay my encounter with the cop? Maybe he'd be gone if I killed some time? Or was it a sudden thrill charged by the eroticism of the whole evening - me walking the streets of LA dressed in my killer boots, gauzy see through dress and cute bob, dolled up and sprayed with perfume, high on an evening of compliments and just a little alcohol? Was I crossing the line that much further to be clicking my way around a shop filled with sex toys and porn? The lights in the store were bright, fluorescent. My heels clicking on the tile floor resounded in my ears, yet I thrilled at it. There were three guys inside - one behind the counter, the others standing in the store. Did they all work there? Were some of them customers? I didn't know at first, but they appeared not to be browsing and so I ignored them, walking carefully along the wall, taking in the racks of sex toys. They came in all shapes and sizes; smooth and sleek, shaped and colorful, battery operated and manual, small and delicate, thru large, to "oh my god"! I felt my cock respond as I walked, taking in the sights. I was safely tucked, but felt the tingle of the blood in my groin begin to cause a pleasant warmth and solidity. I knew that moment that Cleo was going to treat herself to a present. In the end I picked out two. The first was a black and gold vibrator, disguised as a cosmetic container, the picture on the front of the packaging itself erotic, even without the forbidden promise of the object inside. A pretty and sultry girl glared sexily from beside the slim tapered cylinder, as if she was herself whispering the contents to me, listing its features: 'Incognito Mascara Vibe', 'dramatic orgasms', 'whisper soft, yet powerful', 'multi speed'. The second item would not be mistaken for a tube of mascara. It was fashioned from clear flexible jelly, but unmistakable in its shape. Slim (this would be the first time), but molded, ribbed, rippled: a cock. Exhilarated, and holding my purchases tightly, I continued to browse the store, somehow empowered by what I was doing. The two guys were certainly security or staff, and they watched me as I glanced along the shelves of hardcore movies. I was looking for a tranny section, but only half heartedly; I knew they knew that I had selected sex toys to buy and I was not even slightly embarrassed. I knew that they must know what kind of evening I had planned; still no embarrassment. I considered that they might think I was buying the toys to play with some guy I had picked up, some 'client' even. Let them think what they wanted. I placed my choices almost proudly on the counter, looking at the guy there calmly; meeting his eyes. "This have batteries in it?" I indicated the vibrator, as I unzipped my bag to get cash. He picked up the package, looked at it, "says they are included," he paused, "do you want to try it?" "Ummm, not here," I said quickly, resolving the ambiguity in his question. "I meant just check the batteries," he said a second later, smirking. I laughed, a little embarrassed for the first time, "Oh, err, sure". He popped the vibrator out of the packet and twisted the end smoothly, placing the tip on the counter to demonstrate its rapid vibrations. Watching it caused a buzz in my panties too, tucked though I was. My fingers were trembling slightly as I handed over the bills, and I carefully placed the packet in my purse. I was still trembling as the echo of my heels on the tiles faded. I was back on the street. The cop car was still where it had been, but now buoyed with bravado, I made directly for it. I would just ask him where was legal to cross. Knowing that I had just bought sex toys made me feel excited and thrilled and somehow naughty inside. The guy he'd been talking to was still there, and as I came round to the driver's side I realized it was one of the door staff from the club. "Hey honey," he said, "how're you doing?" "Great thanks," I replied, "I wonder, can you tell me where I can cross here without getting a ticket?" I directed my question at the cop. He was about 40, kind warm looking, and smiled when he replied "Sure, just make sure you go from one corner to a street corner on the other side". "So from here to over there is just fine?" I indicated the street he was parked on and the corner of the street I needed on the other side. "Sure", he nodded. "Thanks very much". "You're welcome," he replied, "you take care now". "And stay safe, honey" added the doorman. "I will, thanks" I smiled broadly at them both, and tucking my bag under my arm, secret and naughty contents safely inside, I clipped neatly across the road toward my car. III. Paradise by the dashboard light My hand had closed around the smooth sleek form of the vibrator during my reverie, and gripping it between manicured fingers prompted the return of the warm hard center between my legs and beneath me. Still tucked, I would not become fully erect, but erotic sensations raced through me nevertheless. Without thinking, and with just one hand steering, I found myself twisting the end of the vibrator with my fingers, a rush of excitement burning through me as it came alive in my hand. I carefully brought it into contact with my upper thigh, almost gasping at the sensation, but quickly wanting something more intense. I drew it along and down until it was between my legs, at the center of where my 'clitty' would have been prominent, if not for my tidy precautions earlier in the evening. The sensation was incredibly intense even so, and my breathing was sharp and shallow for reasons other than my tightly laced corset. The road flashed by either side, as I delighted in the sensations in my body, the lights of the cars on the other side of the road, and the handful of cars passing me on my own side signaled other minds that couldn't possibly know my secret. The road was almost empty, as late in the night as it was, but the few souls I raced past, leaving them in ignorance, somehow made my exploits more real and more intensely sexy. I wanted more, and leaving the vibe shimmering beneath me on the seat, pulsing against my balls and tucked cock with exquisite results, I reached to push my free hand between the top of my corset and the tight material of first my pantyhose, and then my satin and lace panties. I quickly freed my warming, semi-erect cock and arranged it so that it began to pulse with the energy that pumped into it, pressing and growing against the lace panels of my panties. The slim cylinder now thrilled against my balls, albeit through the material of my panties and the tight mesh of my pantyhose. One eye still on the road, I gripped the base of the vibrator and twisted deliberately to increase the speed of its oscillation, involuntarily gasping out loud as the resulting sensations swirled at my core. Gripping the sleek pointed vibe deliberately once again, I smoothed it deliberately over the length of the underside of my solid quivering erection, delighting in the intensity of the feeling. I battled within myself, trying to resist the temptation building up inside me to stroke myself repeatedly and insistently with my new toy until an orgasm shattered over me - wanting more but knowing that I shouldn't. The sudden flashing red-blue lights in my mirror brought me crashing back to reality, my heart leaping into my mouth, and the sickening panic induced feeling enclosed me. Oh my god, I'm going to be pulled over. IV. California Highway Patrol The lights flashed again, and the headlights of the cop car brightened and dimmed again. I had to pull over. Was this really happening? I quickly twisted the vibrator off, as I slowed the car, and without thinking just pushed it beneath me, so it was hidden from view. I also managed to pull my dress down a little - my thighs were still mostly exposed, as I sat in the seat, but at least my panties were hidden. I felt the slight bulge still evident within them, despite my erection having rapidly dissipated in responses to recent events. I took a further second while braking to a full halt to push myself back between my legs. I couldn't fully re-tuck myself, but this should be enough to avoid anything too obvious if I had to get out of the car. Heart racing, I sat terrified as the lights of the car behind drew to a halt behind me. I kept both hands on the wheel, and waited. The torchlight flashed against the passenger window, and fingers shaking, I fumbled with my manicured fingertips to press the control to open the window. The torch flashed into my face, and the features of the cop appeared in the window. I could make out that he was young, maybe a few years younger than me, with short, cropped hair. Delighted though I am with the transformation I can effect as Cleo, I'm a realist, and I knew that I do not 'pass'. There would be no doubt that the officer would know what he was dealing with. However, if he registered the unusual sight that greeted him, registered it as an unusual sight that is, he gave no sign. "I've pulled you over for weaving, back there, he said in a calm low voice, not threatening, "are you falling asleep on me?" he asked. "I'm not falling asleep," I said in my crisp English accent, looking at him directly, and trying to be as polite as I could, despite my inner turmoil. "I guess it's late though, I might not have been concentrating." In many ways, this was the truth. "Can I see your license please?" he was polite, and as I looked at him I noticed his colleague standing some feet back. I reached for my purse, pulling out my license and handing it to him. "Registration." His voice was matter-of-fact. The glove compartment came open easily, and I found the document, and my proof of insurance, exactly where they should have been. "Here", I said, as I handed them to him, overly conscious of my delicate long fingers, my French manicure style nails. He studied the documents for a while, mercifully shifting the glare of the torch from my face. "It's not the best likeness," he said, without a trace of irony, studying the photo on the license, clearly depicting a male. The reprieve from the harsh light of the torch was brief, "and have you had anything to drink tonight?" he asked. I squinted a little to protect my eyes. "Yes I had a drink, about two hours ago." I hoped it was long enough. He regarded me for a short while. "Well I'm going to have to ask you to perform a little test", he reached into his chest pocket to retrieve a gold pen. He quickly asked me to track the end with my eyes. I desperately hoped that I was able to pass this test; that I would not need to perform more tasks outside the car. He appeared satisfied, and replaced the pen in his pocket. "OK, he said," regarding me again, "just do me a favor, and take a break if you feel you are getting tired. I was elated. I was going to be released. V. Incognito? But not so fast! Something caught his eye and he reached down suddenly and picked up the open package that had been lying on the passenger seat next to my purse the entire time. He pointed the torch at it and my face flushed with embarrassment as the picture -- the girl and her sultry look almost mocking now -- the stark text appearing clear as day in the harsh spot of light. 'Incognito Mascara Vibe', 'dramatic orgasms', 'whisper soft, yet powerful', 'multi speed'. Oh my god. He stared at the package for the longest time, and I could have died with shame. My cheeks flushed red under my make-up; I was genuinely embarrassed for the first time since I had been stopped. I looked straight forward, not daring to meet his gaze. Please let me go. The torch flashed back toward me. "This item," his tone was even, "do you have it with you in the car?" My mind raced. Could I lie? If he searched he would find it anyway, and I'd have lied. Not good. But could I tell him? My face felt even more flushed. My mind flashed to the other toy I had bought, likely the first thing he would find if he looked in my purse. "Yes." I continued to look forward. No more, please. "May I see it please?" Oh god no! I felt the solidity of the sleek vibrator under my balls, between my legs. I would have to reach there to retrieve it. But there was no choice, I gasped internally as he began to reach for my purse. "Hold on a second." I took my hand from the wheel and drew them into my lap. Face burning, though it was probably not apparent under my smooth foundation, I drew the skirt of my dress a little further up my thighs with one hand, and reached the long elegant fingers of the other between my slightly parted thighs. Gripping the end of the smooth plastic between my painted nails, and trying hard not to display the front of my panties in the process, I slipped the offending item from its hiding place and held it up in the torchlight. I could not meet his eyes as he took it from me. "We may have found an explanation for the weaving, Jed", he directed this comment over his shoulder. "Take a look at this." He removed his head from the window momentarily to hand his colleague the vibrator. I noticed how at a distance it would have been easily mistake-able for a mascara, or eyeliner; innocent, explainable. But since its secret was out, that no longer applied, and I awaited judgment. "I'm afraid we will have to ask you to perform another test". The first cop's face was back in the passenger window, "step out of the vehicle please, and take care of the passing traffic". VI. I walked the line I was in turmoil, and almost on autopilot I opened the door and stepped out and around to the passenger side of the car. There was only sporadic traffic this late, and only one car passed us as I made my way round the front of the car to the shoulder side; and the next set of headlights was still some distance away. The three of us were almost alone. The two cops were in silhouette against the headlights of their patrol car, and they stepped slightly aside as I stood there so that they did not block the light and allowed it to wash over me. I was acutely conscious of the fact that my dress was see through, and that my corset, my bra, would be quite visible through it. I tried to look calm, to strike a nonchalant pose, even though adrenaline was pumping through me. I leaned against the side of my car, aware of my delicate painted nails on the silver hood. "Please stand on the line," the cop who had been interviewing me indicated the yellow painted line on the edge of the shoulder, "face away from us and then walk along it, slowly." I stepped over to the line, aware of the clicking of my heels, and careful of my deportment. I was not drunk, but I did not want to look like a guy in a dress. I would do this properly. Standing with my back to them, the light from the headlights washing past me, I looked down to see my shadow cast in front of me, made out the outline of my bobbed hair and the feminine curves imposed by my tight corset. I felt a tingle between my legs at the sight, and it remained, intensified even, as I began to take small steps, one foot in front of the other along the line, feeling the renewed pressure that the high heeled boots placed on my tired feet. My ass swayed almost automatically when I wore heels, but I took care now, in the bold light, that my walk was as feminine as I could muster, and I gradually became aware of how the bright light would shine through the semi transparent combat print dress, emphasizing my ass. A spike of erotic energy flashed through me as I realized how my panties would also be quite visible through the gauzy material of my dress. Visible to the two silent observers behind me; would they be able to make out the lace detail of the black garment stretched over my smooth buttocks? And another thought thrilled through me - but was it relief I felt that I had decided against my thong tonight, or a slight disappointment? Either way, I hardened further within the lacy underwear that encased me. Removing the vibrator from under my seat had unsettled the hasty tucking I had managed right after being pulled over, and the blood beginning to pulse in my groin began to push against my panties in a slight, still ever so slight, bulge. I flushed with embarrassment, hoping it would not be obvious when I turned to walk back. "Turn and walk back," the cop's voice was still even, unemotional. My emotions were anything but even. I was incredibly aware of the front of my dress, though surely the evidence of any excitement was subtle; I was tingly and a little hard, but I was hardly tenting the front of the dress. Even so, knowing about, feeling myself down there just caused me the most intense self-consciousness; I could not let them see me excited. I had nearly got away once, only to find myself here because my vibrator package had given me away - I could not let them have any further excuse to detain me, to investigate further. Trying to ignore my fledgling erection, and whether it was noticeable, I walked carefully back along the line toward my captors. The clip of my heels echoed in my ears, and I was so aware of my transformed state that despite my fears I felt more turned on as I walked. VII. A boy in uniform As I approached the cop who had been talking to me, the intense light behind him diminishing a little as he moved position a little blocking one of the headlights, I became suddenly aware more of what he looked like. He was tall, as tall as I currently was (assisted by my 6" platform heels), and had a slim hard looking body. His facial features were kind, though he still showed not a trace of emotion, and his short cropped hair gave him a clean boyish look - he was probably at least 5 years younger than me. I barely registered his colleague was climbing back into their vehicle, because the sudden effect that registering his features had on me was startling. I had no interest in boys, but I somehow found myself wanting that he find me attractive. Wanting him just to break his stony expression with a smile, something. God, am I crazy? I thought to myself, still carefully keeping each step to the yellow line, but glancing back up to him at each opportunity. I had never thought of boys that way. For sure I was a sucker for a boy in uniform, but a boy in a nice schoolgirl uniform, a nurse uniform, a cheerleader or maid was what did it for me. Pretty make-up and pouting lips, maybe a hint that the creature beneath the outfit was not 100% female, that was all. Nothing manly or macho had ever been in my thoughts. What was going on here? The boy in this uniform was tall and hard bodied, square jawed and rugged. His uniform was all male, all American, Highway Patrol. I wonder if he likes my English accent? Maybe he prefer girls a little older than him? Even if girls who are not really girls at all? What was my mind doing to me? I found that my heart was thumping in my chest as I arrived in front of him, bringing my heels together neatly. My mind was awash with fear and apprehension, but also extreme excitement. The latter feelings, I really did not understand, but it was what drove me. "Did I do OK?" my eyes flashed a challenge, and did I mean to actually flutter my eyelashes that way? I only felt the heaviness of mascara, telling me what I must have done. "You didn't put a heel out of place." And there was the slight smile, the acknowledgement. I almost broke out in goose bumps to see it, and it registered between my legs too. "So am I free to go?" Why was I a little disappointed to ask? More to the point, why had I allowed a pout to reach my mouth, made my eyes big, slightly sad? I was willing him not to send me away. "I have, umm, one more question". His look was again inscrutable. "Yes?" I met his eyes squarely. "Were you using this object while driving your vehicle?" he held up the slim black and gold vibrator. The slight smile was back again, and though I could not tell what color they were in the light, his eyes were warm. But his question threw me, and my heart leaped into my mouth. What could I say? So much for my confident, flirty, 'buzzing-with-sexual-tension' attitude! He was going to make me say it to him, and this caused me an intoxicating mixture of shame and excited guilty pleasure. I wanted to tell him. But could I? The pause lengthened as I held his gaze, my body buzzing and my cock hardening further as each tortuous second stretched out. VIII. Interrogation As the silence continued, the patrol car's engine coughed into life, and began to purr. A flash of panic registered somewhere in my brain. "Where's your partner going?" I asked, mouth suddenly dry. The cop car slowly began to edge out toward the main lane, the orange signal light starting to flash. "Well," the remaining cop said, reaching to his belt to rest his hand on the handle of his nightstick, "he thinks that I have a passionate hatred of queers." The sudden spasm of panic was almost unbearable, but something intuitive kept me on my feet, told me that things were not what I might think. What was it? His eyes were still warm - that was it. He drew the heavy looking plastic stick from the loop of his belt, as his colleague pulled out into the near lane, not turning for even a second in our direction "and he knows that if he drives to the next junction, back along the other side, and then comes to pick me up", he now held the nightstick loosely by his side, "I have enough time to teach you a lesson about safe driving." His faint smile was back, and though the effects of the spike of panic were still with me, I knew, looking at his face, that he was not going to hurt me. "So were you using this object while you were driving the vehicle?" Again, he held up my vibrator. "I'll know if you are lying." My mouth was still dry, but the question renewed the heat at my core, the mix of guilty shame and intense erotic pleasure at being forced to admit my actions, admit to my battery assisted masturbation while I drove. I pushed my tongue over my lips quickly to wet them, fearing to answer with my dry mouth, not even thinking how this might look provocative until after I saw it register in his eyes, bright and intent on me. "Yes I was." I looked at him through my heavy lashes. His look became even more intent. "I see," he said slowly, "and do you realize how dangerous it might have been to become distracted from the road while driving at the speed you were going?" He brought the end of the solid nightstick up, so that he held it at an angle toward me; the tip was just an inch or so from my thigh. "Yes Officer," I tried to make my voice meek, submissive, but my eyes were locked on his. I'd never looked into a boy's eyes before, not for so long, and it disturbed me, at least in the back of my mind, how the sexual tension in my body increased as I did so. I would never have expected it, not ever. "I suppose it might be distracting", I finished lamely. "And you were touching yourself with this object," he paused, letting the words hang between us for a second, "here?" The tip of the nightstick was suddenly against my leg, the hard round surface cold against my inner thigh, just above my knee. The contact felt so real, held such promise, that I lost my voice for a second. "No," I managed eventually, my voice kind of cracked as I spoke. The effect was sexy, slightly husky. I saw him swallow, saw him wet his own dry lips. He drew the tip of the nightstick slowly up my inner thigh, stopping just an inch below my crotch, an inch below my lace and mesh pantyhose covered balls. "Here?" This time my voice was just a whisper. My eyelids flicked shut a couple of times, involuntarily. "No". "Tell me when", he ran his tongue over his lips again as he deliberately moved the hard cold tip up between my legs, the cold surface resting against the fabric covering my balls. I drew in a breath at the intense contact, my eyes fluttering closed. "There", I managed to get the word out. The tip of the nightstick slid up over my balls, against the base of my hard boy clitty, which trapped upright within my panties and hose, now created a noticeable, shaped extension of my previously smooth flat abdomen. "Yes, there." Keeping a firm pressure, he drew the nightstick carefully along the length of the rigid bulge in the front of my dress, first along one side, over the sensitive tip, and down the other side. "There". It was no more than a murmur, my eyes still closed. I did not trust myself to open them. I relished the smooth hardness of the stick against the slightly yielding hardness that was me, as he continued to move the stick carefully, apparently confirming for himself the shape, the extent of my excitement. "See how distracting it can be?" The nightstick was suddenly by his side again, my erection pulsing in reaction to its sudden absence. I flicked my eyes open again; his slight smile was back. "Yes Officer," my voice was still not recovered, as a mixture of apprehension and sexual anticipation washed through me. "Very distracting." "But not as distracting as something like this?" He held up the vibrator again, tongue flicking over his lips once again. "No Officer, perhaps not." "Show me". IX. Punishment I was too turned on to even register what I was about to do. I took the black and gold device from his hand and quickly twisted the base with my manicured fingers, feeling the length of it coming alive in my palm. Holding his eyes in mine, I slowly brought its length against the layers of material covering my rigid erection. Even through the gauzy dress, my pantyhose and the lace of my panties its surface thrilled against my own quivering hardness. "Oh god yes," I gasped, almost automatically, my lashes fluttering, lips pouting. The sensations washed over me, and I watched him watch me intently, hard though it was to keep my eyes open. I knew that I could bring myself off this way within a few tens of seconds, but I tried not to go over the edge, just keeping myself close, relishing the obvious excitement building up in my pretty boy cop. "I want you to turn around, and place both your hands on the vehicle," he instructed suddenly. Reluctantly, I removed the humming vibrator from my erection, "yes Officer." I made to shut off the toy. "No," he said, "I didn't say to stop. Put that in your panties." He indicated the thin cylindrical toy. My face registered a little wicked smile, which I hoped excited him, and I quickly pulled on the material of my dress to gather it in front of me, before sliding the vibrator in between the lace of my panties and my nude body stocking. The vibrator lay alongside my cock, nestled in my panties, doing its magic and extending the size of the bulge in my front. I flashed the excited smile at my cop once again before turning neatly on my heels and stepping carefully to the side of my car. I planted my heels eighteen inches apart, and slightly away from the car, so that I had to bend slightly from the hips to place my hands on the roof. The vibrator provided a constant exotic stimulation to my 'clitty', which though intense, would not bring me off unless I directed its motion. I heard him approach, my heart racing as I sensed him close behind me. I tensed as I felt the tip of the nightstick once again contact my leg, starting out low on my calf this time, just low enough to gather up the skirt of my long see through dress, as he traced it up the inside of my leg, above my knee now, and then smooth and delicate against my inner thigh. I felt the night's cool air against my pantyhosed legs and ass, and the excitement washed through me. Almost subconsciously, I found myself pushing back slightly with my arms, arching my back and pushing my ass out, forcing the hard end of the stick to slide further between my legs and against my aching balls. I shivered as the tip of the nightstick contacted the tip of the buzzing vibrator, the intensity of the caress that it imparted to my already quivering member. A low moan escaped my lips. "Not yet." His words were sharp, and the tip of the nightstick was withdrawn. Seconds later, he delivered a firm slap across my rear. It stung briefly, but did not hurt, and actually intensified my excitement. "Oh!" the word came out again as a semi-moan. The hand did not withdraw, but rested on my ass. It felt nice, and even more so as it moved gently down my cheek, to the top of my thigh, and back. But I craved the nightstick between my legs again. Then the hand was gone, as abruptly as it had arrived. I hoped to feel the nightstick against my intimate parts again, but I gasped at what happened instead. He was suddenly against me, legs against mine, and his solid rigid member against my ass. I could feel it upright between my soft buttocks, feel it alive even through his uniform pants. His hand was back, this time on my narrow corseted waist, and I felt his other hand grasp along my arm for my wrist. I could smell his aftershave mingled with my own perfume, felt his breath on the back if my neck. I could at that point have brought myself off to a shattering orgasm with just the simplest grazing touch to the front of my dress. Instead I pushed back again, recreating the excitement I had felt with the nightstick, only doubled, tripled, as my ass pushed against the hardness within his pants. "No!" He pulled away slightly, "not yet." I braced for another slap, but it did not come and I relaxed, allowing him to grasp my left wrist, which he pulled down and to my side. Taking his hand off my side, he paused, causing me to wonder what was to happen for a moment, before it became suddenly clear. I felt the cool smooth metal around my wrist close into place with a sharp click. "You are an uncontrollable slut," his voice whispered into my ear. "You are brazen, pushing your ass at me that way. I've had to cuff you so you'll do as I say, understand?" There was no meanness in his voice, just control, power, excitement. "Yes Officer," I breathed, trying not to push back once more, "I'm sorry, I'll behave." I tried to overcome the mounting feeling in my balls, the cumulative effect of the vibrating rod next to my hardness, the smooth cold steel around my left wrist, the lingering feel of my pretty cop's erection against my ass. I relished the sensations of submission as my orgasm threatening to erupt at any time. He tugged on the other end of the handcuffs to bring my arm around my back, and then almost seamlessly backwards to bring my hand into contact with his rigid member, still contained with his uniform pants. I recalled how it had felt, so recently pressed between my cheeks, and stroked my hand experimentally up its length, lingering of the tip, then down again until my fingertips grazed the heavy weight of his balls. It was the first time I had ever touched a cock other than my own. As if an expert, I quickly located the zipper, and with manicured fingernails opened his pants, anticipating the closer encounter with his erection. Slipping my hand my fingers slid smoothly onto his rock hard cock. It felt warm and alive to my touch, and I quickly found a comfortable position, index finger and thumb encircling the base, palm against the underside, and my remaining fingers fluttering over the topside of his rigid organ. I heard him gasp, and could feel his breath on my neck as I slowly and firmly began to move my hand up along his length, fingers flicking over the tip, before returning to the base, twisting my fingers to stroke his heavy balls. I could feel how close he was, as I continued massaging him, and the continued vibration of the smooth hard object in my panties kept my orgasm imminent. I pulled my hand away, feeling no resistance as I pushed my ass backwards again to continue the pressure against his cock. He was pushing at me himself now, rubbing the underside of his cock against my pantyhosed ass and into the gathered material of my dress. "I'm going to make you cum now." I said huskily, and pushed my hand between my own legs, drawing his hand, cuffed to mine, onto my hip. I reached between my legs, scraping the chain of the cuffs deliciously against my own balls, encased as they were within my panties, and reached into his uniform pants again to find his balls. I delicately caressed them as his rigidity continued to push between my smooth firm cheeks. Seconds later I felt him tense, and he pushed hard against me as his orgasm erupted, hot spurts of jism pumping onto my ass and lower back as I pushed back against him. I longed to finish myself off too, knowing still that just grazing my hand against the front of my bulging panties would send me into my own orgasm. But I waited for his orgasm to subside, surprised after the course of the next seconds, at each new pulse that deposited another rope of hot cum on my ass. Then he was still. "Don't move." His voice was firm and I heard him step away and rearrange himself. I could feel the evidence of his orgasm on me, the cooling wetness over the top of my ass, covered again now by my dress, which had fallen back into place. "Yes Officer", I managed, the feeling within my own panties continuing in its intensity. Surely he would finish me off now. I wanted to cum so badly. "Remove the vibrator." He had come round stand by my side. I sighed as I complied, instantly missing the quivering hardness next to my own rigid cock as I withdrew it and placed it into his outstretched hand. He twisted the base to still it, then leaned to whisper in my ear, his hand resting on my ass, sending shivers through my body. Please let him stroke me, touch me. "You are so very hot, but you have to be punished for your bad driving." My heart leaped into my mouth, what punishment? He withdrew his hand, stepping away from me. "This object should be used only in a safe location," he addressed me from his position, with me still bent against my car, legs slightly apart. "It is too distracting to use it while driving. You must wait until you are home before using it. Do you understand?" Frustration! He was going to make me wait to cum. "Yes officer." I sighed. "When my partner returns we will follow you home. On the drive you will be well behaved, and you will not use this or any other means of distracting yourself from your driving. Do you understand?" I nodded, twisting my head to get another look at his slim hard body. He met my eyes with a knowing smile, sexy and smoldering. My cock ached and twitched in my panties in response, and as the lights of the patrol car pulled up once again, I knew it would be a long drive home. X. Better late than never Two hours later, his sexy smile was fixed in my mind again. I lay on my back on my bed at home, freshly shaven legs crossed at the ankle and pointing at the ceiling, clear Perspex platform heels heavy on my feet. The black and gold cylinder hummed within my cream satin thong, thrilling next to my rigid clitty. My newly painted dark red fingernails graced the tips of my elegant fingers as I held the vibrator against my erection with my right hand, while the fingers of my left hand slid the clear smooth rippled dildo, glistening with baby oil, past the thin strap of my thong and to its full extent into my previously virgin ass. I pouted with full dark red lips and looking hungrily into the camera as it clicked and flashed, as it had done fifteen seconds ago, and would again in another fifteen. My long dark wig was tousled around my neck and shoulders and locks fell carelessly over the spaghetti straps of my short cream satin camisole, folded up around my waist. I pouted for him, imagining his rigid member gushing cum into and over my lips, splashing it across my face. I gasped as I slid the dildo out; in my mind's eye his hands gripped my ankles and he slowly withdrew his solid cock until just the tip remained within me. I pushed the dildo firmly back again, and I pictured his smile as his hips thrust forward. The camera flashed again as my orgasm shattered over me. Fin.