The Futa Fairy - Futa Cop's Wild Wish Chapter 1: Officer Cindy's Naughty Speeder
Incest / Taboo
Oral Sex / Blowjob
Author: mypenname3000, Source: sexstories.com
The Futa Fairy – Futa Cop's Wild Wish Chapter One: Officer Cindy's Naughty Speeder By mypenname3000 Copyright 2017 There were days when I just wish I could shut up the mouthy bitches when they complained about getting a speeding ticked. Just grab their hair, pull their faces into my crotch, and let them put those lips to far better use lapping at my clit and eating my hair pie. I knew when the silver Porsche 911 sped by my speed trap at 90 MPH that it was going to be one of those days. I had spotted her coming a mile away, tagging her speed and getting ready for my pursuit. I flipped on my lights before she even passed, accelerating down the shoulder of the highway. My siren screamed as my pursuit car zoomed up to forty, sixty, and then eighty as I pulled out into the highway, staring at the Porsche. Then I hit a hundred. My heart raced as I came up behind the car. For a moment, the car didn't react. I stared at the back of the driver's head, a woman with blonde hair. She didn't so much as flinch for thirty seconds. And then she jumped, throwing a look over her shoulder. And I saw it. A bitch's face. Rich, spoiled, the trophy wife of a rich tech billionaire who flocked to the Pacific Northwest. It made her think she was entitled to drive at breakneck speed through Tacoma down I-5. I shook my head, honking my horn. It blared a piercing siren. Her signal light came on. “If you run...” I whispered to myself. What an absolute treat that would have been. To chase her down and slap my cuffs on her... Then I'd have to frisk her. I bet she had a gorgeous body. All tight and sexy, kept perfect by her husband's money and access to the best plastic surgeons in the world. I rubbed my thighs together, growing so juicy as she pulled her car off onto the freeway's shoulder. I ran her plates immediately into the state patrol's database. It came back registered to a Portia Davenport, 40, brown hair, hazel eyes. “Portia,” I said as I climbed out of my car, savoring the name. Such a rich bitch's name. Traffic streamed by, wind whipping at me. I reached her door, wrapping on the window. The woman gave me such a dirty look. Then her window whirred down. She wore a tight, silvery dress, made of stretchy material to show off her large, fake tits and curving hips. I bet she had ass implants, making her rear so bubbly in that dress. Her hair was styled into wavy perfection and transformed into that golden, peroxide hue. “Yes, Officer?” she asked, not hiding a sneer as she looked at me through her large sunglasses. “Is there a problem?” “Oh, there is a problem,” I grinned, my pussy so on fire. “License, registration, proof of insurance.” “This is a real bother. I have to pick up my daughter in Olympia. I'm late.” “And?” I asked. “And what?” she snapped back as she leaned over to the glove box to start fishing out information. Her large breasts jiggled in her top. No bra. I squeezed my thighs together, my gun belt clinking. “And you think that gives you the right to do 90 ...