1. The Futa Fairy - Futa Cop's Wild Wish Chapter 1: Officer Cindy's Naughty Speeder

    Date: 5/22/2019, Categories: Fiction Body modification, Discipline, BDSM Lesbian Incest / Taboo Oral Sex / Blowjob Spanking Trans Author: mypenname3000, Source: sexstories.com

    ... down the highway?” “Yes,” she said, straightening up. “What's your name?” “Officer Cindy Matheson,” I said, tapping my nametag. “See, it's right there.” “You're going to hear from my lawyer, Officer Cindy.” She thrust her documents at me. “You hear? Just because I'm rich, doesn't mean you have the right to pull me over and waste my time! Don't you have real criminals to chase?” My grin grew fixed on my lips. I so wanted to seize her peroxide-blonde hair, haul her rich, skank ass out of the car, and shove my nightstick up her pussy. I'd fuck it in and out of her while she gasped and moaned and begged for an orgasm. Then I'd make her lick my pussy. “Highway safety is my job today. And you were risking lives, your own included, with your reckless driving.” “Whatever. Just go write my ticked. My husband won't even notice it in the expenses.” She waved away with her hands, an annoying, shooing gesture. My teeth groaned as I walked back to my car. I wanted to dominate the bitch. I loved dominating bitches. There was something so satisfying about wiping the grin off a smug woman's lips. I wished I could spank her ass and teach her manners. Instead of playing with the girls at the BDSM club, who just pretended to be smug bitches, I ached to really spank a woman. To redden her ass while she sobbed how sorry she was. Then I'd fuck her with a nightstick or one of the huge dildos I had. My nipples were diamond hard when I climbed into my cruiser. I ran all her information as I squirmed, my pussy so on fire. And I was only an hour into my shift. I had seven more to go before I could masturbate. Rub one out then make dinner for my daughter, Amber, and me. I was so hot and juicy, I almost wanted to frig myself right now. This bitch was pushing all my buttons. I so wanted to discipline her. How she would squeal across my lap. She would cry and plead and beg for my forgiveness while everyone driving down the highway would see. Would know that she was a naughty bitch and deserved her punishment. My pussy boiled. My computer beeped. I looked at the information. There were no warrants out for Portia Davenport. No excuse indulge the satisfaction of arresting her and groping her body while I “frisked” her before slapping on a pair of handcuffs. What I wouldn't give to arrest her. I wrote her a ticket instead. I hadn't noticed any other infractions, which was a pity, so I only had her for thirty over. But that was reckless. So I filled out the yellow ticket instead of the green, a summons to court. That would annoy her day. And if she failed to go and a bench warrant was issued, well, I could go arrest her then. I strutted back to her car, my hips swaying, my right hand resting on the butt of my 9mm S&W, my left holding my small clipboard with the ticket on it. I reached her car and thrust it threw the window along with a pen. “I need you to sign at the bottom,” I said, going through the spiel. “It is not an admission of guilt, only an acknowledgment that you've ...