Pulling Over A Slut
By Sid Whiskey
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Pulling Over a Slut by Sid Whiskey
Billy enjoyed the hunt. And this hot and humid Saturday night was made for the hunt. Girls and alcohol were the perfect mix. He especially liked the falling down drunk ones. He could fuck a girl silly and she wouldn't be aware enough to say no. But Billy suspected that they liked it. Most girls liked to be fucked 'till it hurt. They just didn't want to admit it to themselves or anyone else. But Billy knew it was true.
Billy grabbed his gun belt and headed out to his cruiser. The first half of his shift had the usual speeding and public intoxication citations. He took the first two drunks to the jail to sober up and spent the next couple hours doing paperwork. His anticipation of what was coming up later got him hard just thinking about it and he had to concentrate on crap things like paperwork and stupid, drunk kids just to keep from showing.
Billy got a couple more over the limit drivers with the breathalyzer. He was supposed to take them in but it was too close to his hunting time. His shift would be over by the time he got done with the paperwork. He cited them for excessive speeding instead and gave them rides to their homes without their car. At least that way they would be off the street to sober up a little and probably have to pay for a tow truck in the morning.
The end of his shift finally got closer as the early morning hours crept up as slow as they possibly could, signaling Billy to get ready for the hunt. It had been months since he'd gotten him some this way. He was real careful not to overdo it. He had a good thing going and didn't want to spoil it by being stupid.
Billy chose the route on the sort of remote part of FM 1161. It was not fully remote because there were three bars and a gas station along a five mile hilly section of the country road. It was full of drivers whose skills weren't that great to begin with and only got worse as they drank their Saturday night away.
Billy parked the car along a secluded stretch a half mile from one of the bars. There was barely any traffic and finally a speeder came across. Billy turned his lights on and sped up onto the asphalt. He usually didn't have the put the siren on. The lights did it for most part. This one was no different. It was a gold sedan-- usually a girl's choice for a vehicle in these parts. The men mostly stuck with trucks as well as the feisty women.
Billy felt his cock twitch in anticipation as he walked up to the driver's side window. His fledgling erection immediately dwindled when he saw that it was a man. Damn. He's wasting my time, Billy thought.
"Son, you know how fast you were going?" Billy asked angrily. He knew he was going to let the guy off quick but he wanted to scare him a little first.
"Uh, no sir. I wasn't paying attention. Sorry."
The young man looked down in embarrassment and Billy could tell his tone had done the job. He was going to pull him out of the car and give him the test but he decided the kid looked sorry enough. Time to move on.
"No, you weren't. It's unsafe to not pay attention to your driving. It's dark out. It's late. And I'm guessing you've had a few." The man started to protest.
"Don't worry about it, son. I'm gonna let you off this time. Go home slowly and get some rest.
"Thank you officer. I will. Thank you." With that, the young man quickly turned his car back on and eased out onto the road.
Billy went back to his car and only drove a couple hundred yards before finding a good spot to pull over for his trap. He killed all his lights and waited for the next drunken vehicle to pass by. He didn't have to wait long. An early model red sports coupe sped by and crossed once over the double yellow line briefly before Billy had even gotten on the road.
As usual the lights did the trick and the car pulled over on the side of the road. Billy could tell she was a she through the windows by her long hair. He slowly walked up to his intimidating spot outside the driver's side door.
She rolled down her window and gave him an overly friendly smile. Her brown eyes were glazed and he could tell she was three sheets to the wind. She's perfect, he thought, and pretty, too. Her brown hair went down her shoulders leading his eyes to her tanned cleavage. This time of year, most of the girls wore little bitty dresses on account of the heat.
"Officer, I am sooo sorry. I didn't even realize I was speeding but I promise, I mean prooomise, I'll slow down. Can I get a warning, pleeeease? Pretty please?" she asked, her words elongated and slurred. She batted her eyelashes up at him.
This is going to be a piece of cake tonight, Billy thought, she really wants it.
"Well, ma'am, that is not standard procedure. I'm going to need your license and registration and then I'll need to you step out of the car for me." For me is right--I'm going to fuck her cunt so hard and fast she won't even know what hit her, Billy thought.
"Awwwww man," she fumed as she reached for her glove box. She gave him her license and registration. She then tried to carefully get out of the car. She almost pulled it off before her high heel slipped and she went tumbling. Billy caught her from behind and intentionally groped her breast while doing so. He felt his cock grow in the process. He got her standing and turned her around from the waist, keeping her body pressing against his.
"Now, now, Miss…" Billy looked at her license to get her name and address. He quickly memorized them to give himself a special 'insurance' opportunity later.
"Miss Woods. Seems you might have had a bit too much to drink tonight. That's probably why you weren't payin' attention to your drivin, sweetie."
A confused look came across Miss Woods pretty face and she tried to pull away from him. But Billy was big and held her easily against his body. He was sure she could feel his stiff cock by now.
"Drinkin'
and drivin' is a crime, Miss Woods. And I can tell that you're
illegally over the limit."
"But…I haven't
even…"
"You refused the breathalyzer and attempted to perform the roadside test for me. And it was an entertaining show, let me tell you. It was no surprise that failed it," Billy explained.
Concern had replaced confusion on her face. One of Billy's hands drifted up to cup her barely covered breast.
He continued, "I don't think you would do so well in jail, sweetie. You're too pretty. And besides, they'd take your driver's license away. And you don't want that, do you?"
She shook her head slowly before he shut her car door and walked them off the road down the steep ditch into the woods beyond. They kept walking for a ways 'till Billy found a clear, flat spot of ground he could take her on. They were both silent the whole way.
As he stopped, he got his cuffs out. She started to protest as he turned her around and cuffed her wrists loosely.
"Now, now. Don't worry. I'm gonna take them off soon. Here's the thing Miss Woods. I'm gonna to do you a very big favor and not even give you a ticket. I'm gonna do this even though I should be hauling your pretty little ass to jail for driving under the influence. I know, I know I didn't actually give you the test. But you would have failed it. We both know it. Instead of paying a few thousand dollars in fines and court fees I'm gonna do you this favor.
"But you gotta do me one in return. Do you understand what I tellin' you Miss Woods? And don't forget that I know your address."
Understanding graced Miss Woods' face slowly. Her glassy eyes looked up at Billy. Her world was starting to spin a little as happens on nights like these when she drank too much.
"We're gonna fuck so I don't go to jail?" Miss Woods asked.
"That's right. You okay with that?" Billy asked. It was even sweeter when they got into it. He didn't like to fight them all the time.
"Yeah, I guess. I can't afford jail. I ain't got thousands of dollars. But are we gonna do it here on the dirt? I mean don't you have a blanket or something in your police car?" Miss Woods said. Her words were still slurring. Billy was surprised she'd managed to stay standing this whole time.