Is There a Problem, Officer?
Is There a Problem Officer?
Sometimes getting pulled over isn't such a bad thing...
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Amy groaned and wanted to slam her head against the steering wheel. The only thing holding her back from doing so was the recognition that cops were jumpy enough during routine traffic stops without the occupants of the offending vehicle displaying suspicious behaviors. Any sudden movements were suspect, and the last thing the coyote femme needed was to be thrown in jail for slamming her head against her steering wheel for - admittedly - going 30 over the posted speed limit. Sighing heavily and slumping back into her seat, she followed all the procedures: she pulled over to the shoulder, rolled down her window, cut the engine, then placed both hands on the wheel in plain sight. The blue and red lights flashing in her rearview almost blinded her, but she kept her gaze straight ahead, fighting down the blush that extended all the way from her chest to the entirety of her face.
She wanted to cry. She didn't need this. It had already been a long day. She had overslept, been late to work (again), spilled coffee all down her front, found a virus had somehow gotten onto her work computer, been chewed out by her boss for...Christ, she didn't even remember anymore...and all before 10 am. Then it had been meetings where her partner had taken all credit for a project that Amy had worked as many as 60 to 80 hours per week for a month to finish, which left her woefully unprepared for the last meeting of her day...
"License and registration."
...and now she had been fucking pulled over on her fucking way home. Fucking wonderful.
"Yes, sir, officer," she said glumly, slowly reaching for her purse and extracting her ID from her wallet, then just as slowly, reached to her glovebox to retrieve her car's registration.
"Do you know why I pulled you over?"
Why did cops always ask that? As if you didn't already know what you had done? Amy chanced a look at the cop...and found she rather liked what she saw. Though this was not the time to be appraising the physique and downright oh-mah-gawd hotness of the male Rottweiler in blue, she couldn't help but appreciate that, for a guy just doing his job (even if it was one of the more thankless jobs in the world), he was pretty hot.
"I'm sorry, Officer," the coyote said. "I guess I wasn't paying attention to my speedometer."
"That's no excuse," he curtly replied, entering her information onto his tablet.
"I understand Officer..." she peered at his badge. "Officer Hopkins," she said, then offered him a smile, albeit a sad, wan smile. "It's just been a very long day."
"Uh-huh," he grunted. "Stay in the car." He put his tablet in his back pocket and strode back to his squad car to run her information. Amy bumped her head back against the headrest and closed her eyes and sighed. God damn it. All she wanted to do was go home, heat up some leftovers (or ruin her diet by stopping for a big fat greasy burger and extra large fries), and take a nice, long, hot bath, and just try to forget this day had ever happened...
"Ma'am," Officer Hopkins said as he appeared outside her window. "I'm going to have to ask you to step out of the car."
"What?" she gaped. "What for?"
The Rottweiler, who had not once smiled, and in fact looked even more annoyed than before, said with a slight growl, "Just step out of the car."
Amy sighed heavily and unbuckled her seatbelt, unlocked her door and stepped out of the vehicle. Though pulled over along a stretch of highway, it was nowhere near any homes or businesses, and was not, in fact, very well-lit. It was mostly wooded area around here, on a rather lonely stretch of road. The posted speed limit was supposed to be 40 mph, but, well, when one had had a long day, and especially when it was rather later than rush hour, and it was a rather deserted road...fine, there really was no excuse. But whatever offense she was guilty of, it had to be a mistake. The only brushes with the law she had ever had was a parking ticket and a speeding ticket from college. She was a teetotaler; no drugs, no alcohol, and her allergies prevented her from smoking, and last she checked she hadn't done anything illegal...well, except speeding.
Officer Hopkins gestured her over to the passenger side of the car and waited until she was two feet away before holding up her registration. "Ma'am, did you know you're driving with an expired registration?"
"WHAT?" she gasped. "No, that can't be right! I was just at the DMV last month!"
"And while we're at it, your license has been suspended," he continued.
"It's been what?! Officer, there has to be a mistake."
"Are you Amy Elizabeth Jones?"
"Well...not anymore; I just got married..."
"And yet your license still reads 'Jones', and this car is registered to a Mister John Hopkins..."
"That's my husband - please, officer, just let me call--"
"Sure, you can call him down at the station."
"STATION?" Her eyes widened as he reached for his handcuffs. "No...you can't be serious!"
"Assume the position," he ordered.
"But--"
He spun her around and shoved her face first over the trunk of her car. "Amy Jones, you are under arrest for driving with an expired registration and suspended license."
"Wait, stop!"
"And for resisting arrest," he added. "You have the right to remain silent - and in fact, I hope you do."
"You're making a - waitaminute, what?" She gasped when he ran his hand over her backside. With two deft movements, he handcuffed her hands behind her back and rubbed his hands over her skirt-covered ass. Amy squirmed a little as his hands moved from her ass to her hips, then trailed up to her breasts, kneading them through the coffee-stained camisole she'd worn under her now-discarded suit jacket. The coyote flicked her ears back and gasped, moaning softly when he ground his hips against her upraised ass.
"I can make this go away, and let you off with a warning," the cop said in her ear, "But you'll have to give me something in return."
This couldn't be happening, she thought. On top of the already crap day from hell, now she was being molested by a traffic cop! But the thought occurred to her...she'd always been rather turned on by men in uniform. Any uniform: Army, Navy, firefighters...and especially cops. And judging by the large bulge that was digging into her...she should indulge in this. Getting off the hook for a speeding ticket and what she was sure were mistakes on the DMV's part sweetened the deal. Besides, how many other opportunities would she get? In fact, she needed - no, she deserved - this release. She'd had a crappy day, and a good orgasm always made her feel better. And, okay, she was married, but she didn't think her husband would mind...he always worked late anyway.
"Okay, deal," she said. "In fact...if you don't mind me saying, I've always thought cop uniforms were the sexiest."
"That so?" he said with a smirk as he lifted her skirt over her hips. "What about your husband?"
Amy wiggled her hips a little as he hooked his fingers around the waistband of her panties. "Something tells me he won't mind."
"Fine by me." The Rottweiler tugged her panties halfway down her thighs, then groped her breasts through her shirt again, taking one hand away to unzip his fly and draw out his member. Amy pressed her hips back, feeling his member rubbing against her slit. Oh, she was very turned on now, and could feel from the sudden chill down below just how wet she was. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down her slit, slickening the head just enough to ease his entrance. Once he positioned himself, he pressed forward, parting her lips and groaning as his member became enveloped in her wet, tight heat.
Amy gasped at the intrusion. Perhaps he was about average length, but he was thick, and that's ultimately what mattered to her. His tapered tip widened and stretched her more until he got as far as he could inside her. The female coyote could feel his knot forming already, and his musk as their coupling intensified.
Apparently he wanted romance as much as she did...which meant, of course, there was absolutely no romance whatsoever. This was, for all intents and purposes, wild Discovery-Channel sex. He was kind enough to start out slowly at first, to allow her to get used to his girth, and he teased her a little by pressing his growing knot against her nether lips, nearly popping in, but then retreating. Amy could have purred with satisfaction if she could. She loved that, feeling a knot teasing her like that, until later when it would fill her up all the way and lock her together with the stud fucking her...and as much trouble as they could both get in for this, the coyote femme hoped that the Rottweiler had the same idea.
Now he grabbed her hips in his big, strong hands, massaging her ass and pushing her cheeks apart to see his length disappearing inside her. He sped up his thrusting, just a little, and Amy started moaning louder. Her face and breasts were pressed against the cool metal of her car's trunk, and the cuffs were digging into her wrists (which was odd; she liked restraints, and always imagined being handcuffed for sex would be a bit more enjoyable than this.), but this didn't stop her from enjoying every moment of this.
His thrusts now slowed, but only to force harder and deeper inside her. Amy could hear him grunting and snarling above her, and it got her so hot to know that she was turning on this handsome stranger, who was fucking her just the way she liked it. You could tell a lot about a guy from the way he fucks; in the Rottweiler's case, his strokes were steady, self-assured and -
"Omigawd!" she gasped and groaned louder.
--and evidently fearless, given how hard that last thrust had been. All qualities needed for a good cop. Now, a good fuck on the other hand...well, that he most certainly was!
But he was teasing her, and it pissed her off to no end. His cock moving in and out of her felt great, and his heavy balls slapping against her clit certainly felt nice...but it was nowhere near the stimulation she wanted. She needed to rub her clit. She needed him to rub her clit. Hell, anybody, somebody to rub her clit and throw her over the edge. The coyote femme closed her eyes and grit her teeth as she hissed and moaned as his thrusts sped up.
"Ah!" she gasped. "Ah, officer, oh god, fuck. Fuck me - oh fuck - fuck me harder."
She felt him lean over her, his body heat seeping into her fur as he whispered in her ear, "You understand your rights?" he asked with another hard thrust.
"Ah! Yes!"
"Then you know...one of them isn't that you get to boss me around." He grabbed her by the hair and pulled, making her squeal with delight and shout: "Fuck yeah!"
"You like that?" he growled in her ear, his powerful jaws just inches from her; she could feel his hot breath on the back of her neck, sending pleasurable chills down her spine and straight to her nethers. "You like some guy dominating you like this, telling you what you can and can't do?"
Oh holy hell, did she ever!
"You like being at some stranger's mercy, someone so much stronger than you...holding you down...pulling your hair...letting him fuck you for hours..."
Amy trembled beneath him, spreading her legs as far as her panties around her knees would let her. She raised her hips, totally presenting herself to him and whined helplessly. He probably had no idea what this dirty talk was doing to her, but at that point...it was pretty moot. With one hard thrust, he popped his still-forming knot inside her.
Amy yipped in surprise, then groaned in defeat when he pulled out almost the whole way, leaving on his cock head inside her. A desperate sob ripped out of her throat, and her tail lashed around as she begged, "Please, officer, let me come...rub my clit. I want to come for you, so bad."
He grabbed her and thrust his hips in, forcing his knot past her nether lips and holding himself there as he completely filled her. Amy was by now a shivering, shuddering mess of arousal, her whole body shaking from the anticipation that he was going to come while she wasn't. Now fully inside her, he leaned over her again and whispered, teasing, "Now why should I do that?"
Amy squirmed and, desperate as she was, cried out, "I promise I won't speed again, officer, but please - please - make me come! I can't come without someone touching my clit...and don't you want to feel me get tighter around you?"
"Hmm...what would your husband say?" he asked, and she could just imagine the grin on his face.
"Fuck my husband!" she yipped. "I want you to fuck me!"
"That so?" Now locked inside her, his thrusts were now short and hard, and this stimulation was maddening to her. Her clit throbbed so much it hurt and she was desperate for anything to make contact with it. Hell, she would hump the car if it meant she'd get some relief!
"Please," she begged. "Oh my god - you're a much better lover than he is. Please!" The last plea came out almost as a sob. Her hands tightened into fists as she was close - so, so damnably close - to her climax, and she whined, pitifully and desperately, beneath him. His thrusting sped up, making her whine and moan louder, then she yipped in surprise when she felt his hand wrap around her hip and his rough fingers started to rub her engorged clit.
"How can I resist when you say things like that?" he teased. "Am I the best you've ever had?"
Amy squirmed and panted like a bitch in heat and nodded, "Yes, the best I've ever had...the best I will ever have!"
"Bad news for your husband..."
"Oh for God's sake! Officer, forget him and fuck me. Oh fuck, that's it! Rub my clit a little harder...Oh shit!"
She was getting close, yips and loud gasps ripping from her throat, raw from the screams of ecstasy he was giving her. He applied harder pressure to her clit and in response she backed her hips back against his cock, forcing him - if possible - even deeper inside her. His knot was fully formed, and the pants and growls above her told Amy that she wasn't the only one about to reach that climax.
It happened so quickly that it caught her by surprise. A moan slipped out and then finally a scream of pleasure as his cock hit a sensitive spot inside her and his fingers pinched her clit simultaneously, throwing her over the edge with a high-pitched howl. In her frenzied climax, she reacted by slamming her hips back against his harder and harder, which he matched with his own shallow thrusts until he couldn't take much more and came with a loud snarl. Amy stopped squirming, but her body kept twitching with the aftershocks of her orgasm as his seed emptied into her, hot and viscous. It felt so good to have him inside her, as far as he could go, and to have his knot stretching her lips, just the way she loved. She was barely aware how hard he was breathing, how sweaty he had gotten, or that he was about as likely to collapse from the force of his own orgasm as she was from hers.
Breathless, Amy collapsed against the car and relished in the heat coming off his body. Though the handcuffs were slightly uncomfortable now, the kinkiness of the situation was just as welcoming as feeling his knot stretching her. The coyote sighed contentedly and grinned when the Rottweiler leaned over her and kissed her cheek.
"Did you like that, Mrs. Hopkins?"
"God, Jack, that was the hottest thing ever," she grinned. "And just what I needed...how did you know where I'd be?"
"I know the routes my baby takes home," her Rottweiler husband said with a definitive smirk. "Once I got your text, I knew I had to do something to make you feel better."
"And god, did you ever. We should've done this sooner; you know I love seeing you in uniform."
He kissed the back of her neck. "What can I say? I know what my wife likes."
"Just so we're clear, my license is not getting revoked, right?"
"Nope. And the registration is fine, too. You got nothing to worry about, baby-girl; you only got one point for that moving violation two years back, and that's about to expire."
"Okay, good."
Amy grinned and settled back against him; she might as well get comfortable, as his knot wouldn't deflate for a while. But then something suddenly occurred to her that felt like a lead weight dropping in her stomach.
"Jack?"
"Yeah, hon?"
"Doesn't your squad car have a dashboard camera?"
"Yeah, of course it - oh shit."