Speed dating - Spin off contest

[Shocker]

Teaser: It had been a hot day and now that the sun had gone down the night sky had the inky dark purplish coloration so often found over the dessert. That was when the little red sports car shot past, and the dial on my dashboard said 81 mph. The driver clearly being either in a hurry or desiring to find out what the little red car could do. I smiled and put the cruiser in gear, it had been a very boring shift anyhow, so might as well start asking stupid questions..
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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.

The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Title: Speed dating
Author: Shocker
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Part of the Spin off Contest
Explanations on the spin off character are at the bottom of the story.
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Speed dating


It had been a hot day and now that the sun had gone down the night sky had the inky dark purplish coloration so often found over the dessert. That was when the little red sports car shot past, and the dial on my dashboard said 81 mph. The driver clearly being either in a hurry or desiring to find out what the little red car could do. I smiled and put the cruiser in gear, it had been a very boring shift anyhow, so might as well start asking stupid questions.

The gravel underneath my tires shifted noisily, and the powerful V8 engine began to increase it’s quite grumbling to a roar. For the moment I just kept my running lights on, first rule of the hunt, never let your prey know you are coming. The cruiser rapidly increased in speed, quickly exceeding the speed measured of the other automobile. This highway wouldn’t have any exits for miles and going in a straight line, so it was just a question of time until I would see the tail lights of the other car in front of me. Less than 5 minutes to be precise, another 2 minutes and my headlights illuminated the red metal back of a new model Mazda MX5 and out of state licenses tags reading ZOE. This was the time for rule number two. Once you have located the prey, strike.

I reached to the dashboard and felt for the 2 switches, flicking them simultaneously. Suddenly the silence of the night was pierced by the wailing cry of my siren, and red and blue flashlights reflecting from the other car’s rear window. This was what our instructors at the academy had called the moment of truth. Right now the driver of the car in front of me would be in a state of shock. They needed to make a decision, were they at heart a law-abiding citizen having made a mistake; or was being flagged down by a police officer the last nail to their coffin. In the first case they would slow down and come to a rest, braving whatever the law, me, had to dish out to them. In the second case they might try to make a run for it. I needed to be ready for both, as I said before it had been a very boring shift so far. Based on my experience that decision would be made in five seconds within switching on the light show. A second of shock, a further one in denial and checking the speedometer. Some cursing and the rapid weighing of options.

I was reaching out for the microphone of my radio, to call in that I was in pursuit of a speeding car, as I saw the direction indicator coming on together with the break lights. So no criminal soul, willing to allow me a high speed pursuit. Or somebody willing to blow my head right off, traffic stops are still the number one cause of deaths for law enforcement officers. I grabbed the mic and pressed the call button.
“Dispatch for Adam 3, over”
“This is Dispatch, what’s up Jason?”
Rather typically Janice didn’t care at all for radio discipline, which on most nights is just fine with me. She has a voice like liquid smoke. A voice that could give a man thoughts, none of them featuring the 59-year-old woman who actually was running our dispatch.
“I’m on US40 mile 218, performing a traffic stop on out-of-state Mazda MX 5. Vanity plate Zulu Oscar Echo. Over”.
“Got it. Be careful.”
“Copy that, over and out.”

I reached for the spotlight and switched it on, bathing the driver side in bright light. That way the dashboard camera would be able to record all proceeding, and give me better visibility as well. I could spot the driver switching on the dome lights and then remaining very still. That was generally a good sign, no gun pointing at me out of the dark. I exited the cruiser, unbuckling the strap of my sidearm, no point in being careless.

Stepping towards the lowered window, I saw that the driver was a young woman, blonde hair tied in a loose braid falling onto her shoulder.
“Good evening, Officer. What is the issue?”
So she was going top play this game, pretending ignorance, well two could play that one.
“Good evening ma’am, do you have an idea how fast you were going?”
There, always provide them a way out.
“I’m not entirely sure, officer, but I might have been a tad fast.” She cast me an innocent glance.
“Yes that is certainly one way of saying it. Can I please see your registration and driver’s license.”
“So I’m in trouble?” that doe-eyed glance again “My papers are in my purse may I take them out?”
Her asking for permission to take something from her purse told me this wasn’t her first rodeo either. So the open top-buttons of her blouse might not have been an accident either.
“Yes, but please slowly.” My hand was resting at my hip, right next to the grip of my gun.
I inwardly sighed with relief as all that was in her reemerging hand was a wallet. She handed me her papers.

I quickly scanned the document, her name was Zoe Morgan, no middle initial. The name and address on the license matched. Taking the documents back to the cruiser I ran a quick check on the computer. There were no outstanding warrants or tickets against Mrs. Morgan. So all I had on her was speeding.

Returning to the car, I handed back her papers. And put on a stern face.
“Mrs. Morgan, I must inform you that you were doing 81 mph in an area with a speed limit of 65 mph.”
“Oh but that’s just 15 over, that should be alright.” her voice took a husky quality.
“Actually it’s 16, and that’s 16 too many. Arizona police departments are asked to ensure strict speed limits this month.”
I saw her face fall when she processed this.
“Do you have any weapons or drugs in the car?”
“Sure, I’m strapping a pair of 36s”
Her voice took a playful tone, I would have guessed her more to be 34s but, she surely bought her bra’s long enough to know her own cup size. But the line gave me a perfect opening.
“In that case ma’am I have to ask you to slowly get out of the car and put your hands on the roof. By law, I’m also required to tell you that a camera in my cruiser is recording all proceedings.”
“Is that why we have all the bright lights going?”
Oh, she was catching on fast.
“Yes, ma’am. At night those cameras are shit if we don’t provide enough light.”

She opened the door and extended long legs from the car before getting out herself. She wore the kind of shorts commonly known as Daisy Dukes and a sleeveless blouse. Her hips were swaying when she began walking towards the hood of her car, out of the glaring light of the cruiser. There she bent over, placing her hands on the hood of her car, her rear raised high. The blouse falling appealingly open. While she had not strictly followed my instructions, she gave all appearance of being willing to take up negotiations.
I would love to say, every police officer is virtuous and above taking advantage of his position. But that would be as much a lie as say we are all bent. The reason women, open the top-buttons of their blouses when getting pulled over, it’s because there is an even chance they might sway the situation in their favor. There isn’t a week without cleavage being thrown at me. Sometimes I feel it’s and occupational hazard, like pizza delivery guys being greeted by naked women. But I must say Mrs. Morgan could throw cleavage with the best of them.

“Ma’am as you have indicated of possessing a hidden weapon, I need to pat you down for it.”
“You do what you have to Trooper, but shouldn’t that hard to find.” her tone was barely contained sarcasm.
She was of course right, as there wasn’t an overabundance of cloth covering her body. And where it covered the body it did so in a clinging fashion.
“I’m actually a Sheriff’s Deputy not a State Trooper.”
“I don’t see that making a lot of difference in the current situation.”

I approached her, and began running my hands down her sides and the outside of her legs. When I reached her ankles, she moved her legs shoulder width apart before I could even ask her to. I started following the naked flesh of her thighs to the hem of her pants. There was a notable heat radiating from her body, feeling almost hot between her thighs. I did not touch her there, yet.
My hands began working up her sides again, this time focussing on the front. Which is when she started to twist her body, but not to evade my hands but to actively pressing the firm, bra held flesh of her breasts towards them. They did feel very good, and she knew it.
“So Deputy can I perhaps talk you out of the need of giving me that ticket?” Her voice was sexy and full of promise.
“I don’t know Mrs. Morgan, I have to weigh the arguments for this rather carefully.” I gave her breasts a firm cup. “But as fast as you have been going, I don’t think there is much you can say to change the situation. But I’m willing to hear you out.”
“And if I go on my knees and beg you really nicely?”
“There is just one thing.”
I grabbed her wrists moving them onto her back, causing her chest to rest on the warm hood of the car. With a metallic snick the manacles of the handcuffs closed around her wrists.
“Eh, what’s that all about?”
“There is still the thing about you undisclosed weapon, can’t have you without any restraint. But you don’t need your hands to plead your case, or do you?”
I unbuckled my belt, holding my gear and weapon and carefully placed it on the hood of the car. This alone would have been a reason to handcuff her, having a suspect close enough to grab your sidearm is considered bad policing, and suicidal.

Gently taking her shoulder I lead her to the other side of the car into deeper shadow. No point being observed by one of the admittedly rare cars travelling this road at night. Guiding her down onto her knees just to suddenly see her jumping up again.
“That gravel is killing my knees, don’t you have something I can kneel on?” She complained.
“I just know the thing.”
Reaching out for her pants, unbuttoning them and drawing down the zipper. Again the incredible warmth of her body.
“Can you shake them of or would you like me to pull them down for you?”
“They are rather tight, and somebody has cuffed my hands. So go ahead.”
I squatted down in front of her, keeping her belly button at eye level, as I slowly pulled the clinging denim over her hips, getting a small whiff of her body. She smelled good and exciting, and I began my cock to getting seriously interested. The moonlight wasn’t yet bright enough to see the color of her underwear, but the darkish fabric strongly contrasted with her light skin and I could see the small triangle of cloth rising high on her hips.

Once the hot pants had reached her ankles I told her to step out of them. Folded them once and placed the fabric packet on the ground. Guiding her knees onto them. As she went down, I went up. As I was taller than her, her eye level was a bit south of my navel.
“You wanted to plead you case, I’m all ears”
“Do you really want me to say it? If my hands were not currently unsuitable for the task, I would have already opened your pants.”
“Without asking for my Consent? Mrs. Morgan that would be akin to sexual assault, so yes I would like you express what you intent to do.”
She blew her lips in mock frustration.
“May I suck your cock?”
Her English teachers would be so proud.
“Yes you may Mrs. Morgan.”
At that I opened my own pants, and pushed them down together with my boxers. And my erection jumped out towards her face.

She gasped. That happens occasionally in this setting. I have no idea if I have a big cock. It’s the only one I got, it gets the job done, and I don’t spend time on the internet googling “is 8 inches a big cock?”. As I said it served me well over the years, and my occasional flings, seemed to be reasonably happy.
The moonlight illuminated my bronze skin, and she might begin to understand that my dark skin tone isn’t entirely due to being exposed to the sun a lot.
“What did you say your name was?” she asked
“I didn’t. The name is Jason Proudblood.”
“Navajo?”
“Zuni actually. Is that a problem”.
“Not really, when we played cowboys and Indians, I always liked the Indians winning. Looks like hey win again tonight.”
At that she opened her mouth and took the entirety of my cock head in her mouth, sealing her lips around it and began using her tongue. As if to make up for a possible slip of her tongue by using the word Indian. To be fair, I didn’t have much cared for tribal culture, and saw myself as an Arizonian and Police officer. Though the way she used her tongue, she could let it slip as often as she wished, for all I cared.

She slid her head further along my shaft, skillfully breathing through her nose, and fighting her gag reflex. And damn, she was good, at this rate I doubted that she would make it all the way to the root. Not because she lacked the skill of taking so much cock. I wouldn’t bet against her taking a lot bigger, her sensuous mouth gave me so much pleasure, I would blow very soon.
“Zoe? I hope it is ok to call you Zoe?”
She gave me a look, that said that this was a damn stupid question to ask somebody having 6 inches of your dick in their mouth. On which I agreed calling her Mrs. Morgan would have given a wrong formality.
“Zoe, what I was trying to tell you” I had to interrupt myself for a groan of pleasure“ there is a load of cum, heading your way. You might want to think about that.”

She looked me straight in the eyes as she slowly withdrew, her lips still sealed tightly around my shaft until only the head remained in her mouth. The twist and lashes her agile tongue suddenly afflicted on me, was like nothing I had experienced before, and doubted would ever experience again. At this exact moment my cum discharged, and it discharged exactly where she had wanted it to go, her lips holding tight to my pulsating flesh, not allowing a single drop to accidentally escape. I saw her swallowing, before her tongue started cleaning of any residual cum, that might still have been at the head of my cock. With a sound like a wet kiss, she disentangled herself from me.

“What do you think of my argument Deputy Proudblood?” her voice was coy, she absolutely knew what she had done to me.
After gathering my breath, I replied.
“That was the most astounding oral argument I have ever experienced, and you bloody well know it.”
“It helps to have a good instrument to play with.”
“Glad you liked it, but there is more where that came from.”

I pulled her up and tossed her onto the hood of her Mazda. Her back flat on the warm metal. I started unbuttoning her blouse.
“Eh”
“We were not done with the search, now I want to get a look at all the heat you are packing.”
The only reason it took me ten seconds to get the blouse open was that I insisted on unbuttoning it, instead of simply ripping it open. It wouldn’t do to inflict property damage. There it lay, the misleading piece of clothing. A tight fitted sports bra compressing her chest. I moved a finger underneath it and pulled it upwards, until the Lycra came up to her throat, and her breasts popped free underneath. They felt even better unbound.

Flipping her onto her stomach, I reached between her legs, pulling her thong down until it pooled around her ankles. But I had no mind for that, my hands began exploring the heat I had felt before. There was a well maintained landing strip adorning her mound, making her a true blonde. Bottle blondes tend to erase all possible evidence. My fingers found the heat and soft tissue of her crotch and massaged it.

“Heh, that was not part of the deal.”
“I have evidence from your own lips that this is what you want.”
“You need to go the ear doctor then, I have said no such thing.”
I said nothing at that, but ran my hand along her sex, brought it up to her face and wiped the wetness off on her cheek.
Taking control of her like this, returned my vigor and I soon began to press my manhood against the entrance to her sex. Letting her warm body engulf me, she was very aroused and sliding in all the way would be no issue. Yet I wanted her to feel this, knowing it was me now calling the shots. I gathered her braid and wrapped it loosely around my left hand. Allowing me to pull her head backwards as I drove into her. All her weight was supported by her naked breasts on the hood of the car and her belly pressing against the fender.

Fucking Zoe was a bliss, she was young and fit, so her sex was tight but not new to the act of sex. I could have fucked her like a barbarian, fulfilling her dream of being the woman caught in a tribal raid. Yet I chose steady rhythmic strokes, slowing down when I felt getting to close to release. It was my goal to make her cum first. To tear down the cocky facade and release the animalistic lust in her. I pulled her head further back to me. Pressing a kiss on her lips and starting to fondle her breasts. Her nipples were hard and long like eraser tips. In the end it was a close finish. Her breathing became fast, and she howled through the desert night, wetting my crotch as she came with abandonment. Just to receive the second load of my cum only seconds later.

We both gasped for air a bit. When I was again the master of my limbs, I returned my uniform to its correct condition, and put my belt back on. I bent down and took her thong, pocketing it.
“I have to confiscate this as evidence of you being a lewd young woman Mrs. Zoe Morgan.”
I unlocked the handcuffs and removed them.
“I think I can let you off with warning this time. Just make sure to keep to the speed limit in the future, speeding is dangerous in these parts.”
She turned towards me, still entirely exposed.
“Are you always working around this time of night? I have to come back trough this area in a few weeks. Perhaps I will need a reminder.”
“Better not to risk it. Other officers might be less lenient than me.”
“Lenient? You took a lot, I could bring charges.”
“What charges? You were to fast, you offered me sexual favor for letting you off. Did I recall this correctly?”

Her face turned mischievous. “No, thats about right. How about you give me your number and I call you before I come back?”
“I thought you never ask.” I gave her my card.

I returned to my cruiser and got in, when I saw her gathering her clothes and stepping into the light of the torch. Pulling up her hot pants, and fixing her top in a knot. Looking more like Daisy Duke than ever. We both drove off in separate ways, and I thought smiling that she was dripping my cum into those pants right now.

The end

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Zoe Morgan is a character from @RapeU's very popular Hannah and Wendy stories (two hearts one wedding. or the blow out. I originally had planned of giving her a hard and brutal rape. But RapeU used Zoe's rape in his own entry for this contest and it impacted her severely. As I intended to keep the integrity of his character intact, I had to switch my plan a bit. You dear reader might have wondered was this actually non-con, I do the same, but there is an element of coercion.

I hope you enjoyed readig this story as much as I did writing it

[RapeU]

One tiny detail you forgot about this contest. Zoe has to be the protagonist. It's why I did A Benevolent Rapist from Mark's 3rd person limited POV instead of Zoe's 1st person POV like I wanted to do. But you still have time to edit this to fit the contest if you want. If not I'll still include it and the community can decide on their own what to vote for.

Now that the technical details are out of the way: Funny enough I was just thinking for the future of Hannah/Wendy to do another Zoe story but about her finding love. Zoe having a CNC relationship with a police officer and the police officer pulling her over in the wild so they could have sex is totally in character for her before she has her run in with Mark.

[Shocker]

One tiny detail you forgot about this contest. Zoe has to be the protagonist. It's why I did A Benevolent Rapist from Mark's 3rd person limited POV instead of Zoe's 1st person POV like I wanted to do. But you still have time to edit this to fit the contest if you want. If not I'll still include it and the community can decide on their own what to vote for.

Now that the technical details are out of the way: Funny enough I was just thinking for the future of Hannah/Wendy to do another Zoe story but about her finding love. Zoe having a CNC relationship with a police officer and the police officer pulling her over in the wild so they could have sex is totally in character for her before she has her run in with Mark.

Thank you for the heads up concerning the technical part, I actually did not read that. If it doesn’t qualify for the contest, that is OK. I like the outcome and don’t intend to change it.

Glad that I hit the characterization of Zoe to your satisfaction.

[Lucius]

Zoe gets fucked twice in a row -- what did she do to deserve this?

Okay, that was very hot. Incandescent, like.

[Shocker]

Zoe gets fucked twice in a row -- what did she do to deserve this?

Okay, that was very hot. Incandescent, like.

Thank you, I had set my eyes on Zoe a while ago, misreading her sexuality. In had some beautiful ideas what to do with a lesbian beauty. RapeU did set me straight, explaining that she was “aggressively straight”, so I wanted to use that aggressiveness. I had no idea RapeU was planning to rape her for the same contest.