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  Cuffed By The Cop

  By Jamie Klaire

  Copyright 2014

  This title was previously published under a different title.

  This title is also available as the naughty and taboo 'Taboo: Cuffed By The Cop.'

  Emma gets pulled over once too often, this time it means an arrest... Unless she can think of some way to talk the hot, young officer out of taking her in, and into just taking her.

  This erotic short story contains a cheating cop getting his rocks off with his willing, handcuffed prisoner, semi-public sex, oral sex, first time anal fingering, some light spanking, fun with a police-issue nightstick, photos and video taken of a handcuffed and blindfolded naughty girl, and some bareback sex with a cream pie ending dripping down her thighs. Enjoy!

  Warning- this story contains adult situations meant only for the enjoyment of those over the age of 18. By downloading and opening this work of fiction, you are stating that you are at least 18. All characters in this work of fiction are 18 or older, whether they are explicitly described as such or not. This erotic story is a work of fiction, all characters appearing in this work are fictitious, and in this fictitious world bad ramifications for various sexual situations do not exist. In the real world-always practice safe, sane and consensual sex.

  Approx. word count 10,000 words (Not including supplementary material)

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  Cuffed By The Cop

  Emma cursed softly under her breath when she saw the swirling red and blue police lights appear in her rear view mirror. She knew she should have been more careful, but the car her dad had given her for her high school graduation was meant to be driven hard and fast. Keeping a machine like this in line with everyone else, doing no more than five over the speed limit, was like asking a thoroughbred horse to be happy working the county fair giving toddlers their first pony ride.

  She slowed it down, easing the car into the first parking lot she saw.

  "I was this close to blowing this town, too." She thought as the police cruiser settled in, parking behind her. She tried to see what the officer was doing by watching in her mirrors, but the sun fell just right, blocking her view by reflecting off of the officer's windshield.

  She had grown up in this town, and had been here visiting her parents and friends on vacation from college. She had enjoyed the visit, but was itching to get back to her college campus. Everyone here still seemed so boring and she was missing her boyfriend. The sex wasn't great but it was better than nothing. Emma's favorite way to de-stress was with a good orgasm, and sometimes taking matters into your own hands just wasn't enough.

  With her bags packed and her car pointed towards her new friends and the university she now considered home, her foot had gotten heavier on the gas pedal the closer she had gotten to the county line. Her boyfriend was waiting for her, and Emma was horny as hell. Another few miles and she would have hit the interstate and been free of this small town she used to call home.

  "And free of its fat, lazy cops." She thought as she fluffed her waist-length dark brown hair a bit, waiting on the officer to finish calling his traffic stop into dispatch and appear at her window. He seemed to be taking a while, so she flipped down the mirror on her car's visor, making sure she didn't have dinner in her teeth or smudged lip-stick. She pulled the seat belt tighter across her chest, placing it just right so the pressure of it pressed her ample breasts tighter together and showed them off instead of lying flat over her cleavage and hiding the view. Maybe he was a breast man and she could flirt her way out of this.

  As she finished her quick check, she saw movement in the mirror's reflection. The officer had gotten out of his car and was walking her way. She quickly folded the visor back up, pulled her license and insurance out of the pocket of her purse and prepared to hand them out the window.

  She watched his approach alongside her car in her side mirror.

  "Now that is the farthest thing from an old, donut-rounded small-town cop I've ever seen." She mumbled to herself in surprise. He was tall, young, and wore the uniform well. She watched his gun belt sway with his hips as he walked toward her. Her eyes traveled up over his broad chest, noted the deep tan color of his amazing biceps, and focused on his face.

  He had a strong jaw, chiseled cheek bones, but his eyes were covered up by his sun glasses. He had light brown hair, short like most cops, but just a bit tousled, like he ran his hands through it often.

  "Damn, they got this one right out of the hot cop casting department." She thought, squirming a bit in her seat as he arrived at her window. This was definitely not helping her horniness.

  "Try to control yourself," Emma thought. "You know you have a tendency to get a bit impertinent when you're horny. Do not make this worse. Stay quiet and keep it together so you can get home."

  He stood a bit to the side, using the frame of the car right behind her driver's seat for his protection, just like they taught in the academy. He kept his body angled away in case she was tempted to shoot him out the window or something.

  He opened his mouth to speak, but Emma beat him to it.

  "Wait, I know you. Right? You look very familiar."

  "I don't think so ma'am. License and insurance, please."

  She handed him the documents she'd already prepared, trying to place him. She cheated, dropping her gaze to the name tag on his wide chest. It read 'S. Griffen.'

  "Son of a bitch." She stated, surprised.

  The forceful words got his attention, making him look sharply at her, on guard.

  "Sorry. But I do know you. You were a couple of years ahead of me in school. Scott, right? Not many people spell Griffen that way. I had the biggest crush on you. Hell, we all did. You kept half the towns girls swooning behind you with wet panties every time you walked through the halls. Every girl I knew wanted to lose it to you. Some of the guys too, actually. But it's a small town, I won't name names. That is you, right? Scott?"

  He looked closer at her, pulling his glasses off to get a better look, revealing the piercing blue eyes that haunted dreams back in the old days.

  "Yeah. I'm sorry. I don't remember you. And with a mouth like yours I'd remember. You speak your mind, don't you?" He looked down at the license in his hand.

  "Emma." He stated, obviously trying to place her.

  "Why would you remember me? You had your pick of girls in this town, I was just Booger's annoying little sister."

  "You are Boog- I mean Brent's little sister? You didn't go by Emma though, it was something longer, more formal."

  "Emmaline, at your service."

  "That's right, Emmaline, I remember you now. I didn't recognize you all grown up." He stood up, sliding his glasses back on, but not before Emma noticed the once-over he gave her, lingering a bit on her low cut top.

  Catching him giving her the once over made Emma's nipples harden a bit under her shirt. Emma's horny thoughts shifted immediately from getting home to her so-so boyfriend and settled on Officer Griffen instead.

  Emma knew Scott had been quite the player in high school, maybe getting out of this ticket would be easier than she thought.

  "Well, Emma, do you know how fast you were just going?"

  Flustered at his sudden switch back to business, Emma stuttered, "I...uh, well."

  He stopped her, smiling.

  "Just messing with you. I'll let you slide. But just this once. I only give one free warning per person, whether I knew your brother or not. Got it? Next time I won't be so nice. I've just started on the force and I don't want to get a reputation for being soft."

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nbsp; "No sir, you wouldn't want to do that." Emma smiled to herself, thinking that according to high school stories soft was the last thing that Scott Griffen had been known for.

  "I understand." Emma relaxed, relieved. "Thank you so much, I've had a few other speeding tickets and my dad said one more and he is taking my car back. He said my campus is small enough that I can walk everywhere, and without a car he won't have to worry about me so much. You just saved my life."

  He nodded his understanding and said, "I'll be right back. I have to call this in, make sure you didn't steal the car or something." He teased. "I've got to make it official, but once that is done I'll just write you a warning."

  Emma nodded and watched Scott walk away in her mirrors. 'Damn, he is still hot. I wouldn't mind being frisked by him in the slightest.' Even the thought made Emma squirm a bit more in her seat. She remembered catching him looking at her cleavage before he hid his eyes behind his glasses, so she tugged the top of her shirt down a bit more, showing more soft, golden skin. While she was at it, she slid the hem of her skirt up a few more inches for good measure.

  When Scott came back to her window, he was all business again.

  "Emma, these other speeding tickets you mentioned. Did you ever pay them?"

  "No, not yet. I don't have the money right now. And I didn't dare ask dad. I was going to work a few extra shifts when I got back to school, pay them off that way. Why?"

  "I hate to do this to you Emma, but when you don't pay your tickets, they become warrants. Dispatch told me you have a warrant out for your arrest. I have to ask you to get out of the car now. I have to take you in."

  "That can't be." Emma said in a panic. "They are just speeding tickets. I can't go to jail for speeding. My dad would kill me. And pull me out of college. I cannot go to jail. There has to be something you can do. You're teasing right? This is a joke? This is where I offer to blow you in the squad car and you make my tickets disappear, right? Because I could do that. I've fantasized about you for years, it would actually be my pleasure."

  That seemed to throw him. He actually laughed out loud. "Don't tempt me Emma, this is serious. Come on, get out of the car. I will have to cuff you. You will be fingerprinted and have your photo taken. This will take a while, but they will release you probably in just a few hours."

  Emma opened her door, sliding out of the car. She turned to face him, offering her wrists together, outstretched in front of her. "Oh, cuff me Officer Scott. Please, cuff me tight, bend me over the hood of this car and have your way with me. Anything so my father doesn't find out."

  "Emma, be serious. And turn around, please. Place your hands on the hood of the car."

  Emma turned around, facing her car. She placed her palms on the hood.

  "Spread your legs wide, Emma. I need to pat you down before I can cuff you."

  Emma, the reality of her situation starting to sink in, spread her feet apart. Scott offered to call a female officer for her, but Emma declined. "No, this is embarrassing enough. You do it, please. I don't want anyone else to see this."

  "Ok, I'll try to be fast."

  Scott ran his hands over Emma's body quickly and efficiently, starting at her shoulders he ran his hands down her back, patting the pockets of her denim mini-skirt, he slid around her hips to her front, sliding his hands up over her rib cage, lifting her breasts to make sure she wasn't carrying anything. Wearing just a tight mini skirt and a low cut top made for a fast pat down, but Emma enjoyed it.

  The stressed panic of being arrested had an odd effect on her- it heightened her horniness. She was surprised at how much she enjoyed having his hands run efficiently over her. She wished he had been just a bit harder on her though. Emma thought just a second about resisting. Maybe if she put up a fight he would have to be more forceful. She didn't have quite the nerve to resist, but the thoughts of him forcibly restraining her made her groan softly.

  "I'm sorry Emma, it's the rules, that's all."

  Officer Griffen had obviously taken her small moan for embarrassment, instead of arousal.

  "What about my car?" Emma asked as Scott led her to the squad car, her hands cuffed behind her back.

  "I can call your brother instead of your dad when we get to the station. I can do that much for you."

  Emma nodded her head, and let Scott guide her into the back seat, protecting her head as she slid inside. He closed the door behind her, and walked back to her car. She watched as he locked it up, and headed back to the police car with her keys and purse in hand. Scott slid into the driver's seat and closed the door. He turned to look at Emma, cuffed in the back seat and said, "I really am sorry about this. I was going to write you a warning, that was all."

  Sitting in the back seat, looking at him through the metal grating of the cage meant to divide the good guys from the bad guys, with her hands cuffed behind her forcing her breasts front and center just made Emma want him even more. She knew that once they arrived at the jail it was over. She redoubled her attempts at getting him to let her pay for this ticket with her body.

  "I meant what I said Scott. I will let you do anything you want to me. I can't get arrested. My dad will disown me. I am willing to trade. I hear about this kind of stuff happening all the time. Cops the next county over are known to let things slide. A friend of mine said that her cousin works at a massage parlor, and they give the officers free massages complete with a happy ending so that they won't shut them down. There has got to be some way I can get out of this. We grew up together, I'm begging you. I'll do anything, really. I'm good with my mouth. I can suck you. I've always had a fantasy about being fucked bent over the hood of a cop car. Anything you want. Please Scott."

  Scott said, "Damn it Emma, stop. I can't. I'm tempted, really I am. But I'm not like that. I wouldn't take advantage of you, or anyone else, like that. I don't trade sex for freedom. Plus, I'm married. Remember Brandy Thompson, from school? Look, if I could let you go I would. You wouldn't have to do anything. I was already going to let you slide. But I can't. It is part of the official log now. Dispatch ran your name, the warrant came back. It is in the system Emma. I can't call in and say I let someone with a warrant go free. As much as your offer turns me on, I couldn't live with myself. And it does turn me on Emma. You have grown up to be one sexy woman. And the bluntness of your request is making it really hard to sit down in these pants. But I can't. Not like that. It's not right."

  And with that Scott started the car. He pulled smoothly into traffic and mentioned that it was about a fifteen minute ride to the jail.

  "It would serve her right." Emma mumbled from the back seat. "Yeah I remember Brandy Thompson. That bitch stole my first boyfriend. It would give me extra pleasure to fuck her husband. I wouldn't even ever tell her. Just knowing I had her husband's hard cock deep inside me would make me smile every time I came back to this damn town."

  Scott's sunglass-hidden eyes met Emma's in the mirror. "Be careful Emma. Someday talk like that will get you more than you bargained for. You are right, that stuff happens more frequently than I'd like to admit. Make that offer to the wrong cop and he will call your bluff."

  Emma heard the radio crackle, interrupting Scott's words. "Say again?" Scott asked into the mike.

  "Can you repeat the driver's license number on your traffic stop? The computers had a glitch and are just coming back up. I know it was a warrant, but I didn't write it down."

  Scott’s eyes met Emma's again in the rear view mirror. He paused a long time, his eyes shifting from her to the road and back again.

  Scott took so long the dispatcher had to ask a second time. He proceeded to read off Emma's driver's license number from the license he still held. He paused before giving the last number, a 7.

  Emma spoke up. "That isn't my license number. You got the last digit wrong, mine ends in 99."

  He just looked at her in the mirror. Dispatch read the number back again, asking if it was correct. 1576897?

  Emma looked at him, questions in her eyes.

>   "Correct." Scott said.

  "Well hell, my mistake." They heard the dispatcher announce. "I must have typed it in wrong the first time. There is no warrant on that license number, it's clean."

  Scott thanked him, and they disconnected. He turned on his car's turn signal, and made a U-turn. "What did that mean?" Emma asked, wide eyed.

  "It means that dispatch made a mistake. That license number is clean, no warrants. No warrants mean no arrest. I'm taking you back to your car. You are free to go."

  "But you gave him the wrong license number. That's not mine."

  "My mistake then, I guess. Either way, there is no record of my pulling you over, no record now at all. So..."

  "So I'm free?"

  "Yes. As soon as I get you back to your car you will be."

  Emma was silent for a few minutes, thinking. She was free. She would be able to go home in just a few minutes. She was relieved to know that she would not be spending any time in jail, but knew that the warrant was still there. The next time she got pulled over, and there would be a next time, it wouldn't be hot officer Scott from school with that bitch of a wife giving her a free pass.

  "I think I should thank you somehow. You know... before you free me. Before we get back to my car..."

  Scott pulled the car over on the shoulder, put it in park and leaned back against the seat. He removed his glasses, staring eye to eye at Emma in the rear view mirror.

  "Emma. You don't have to do this. You are free to go."

  Emma stared right back at Scott, thinking. She could let him drive her back to her car, and head back to her college boyfriend, using what almost happened today as a fantasy in her head as she let her boring boyfriend fumble around with her in the dark. Or, she could press Officer Scott just a bit more.

  She had the feeling that he was this close to taking her somewhere else. Somewhere he could release himself from his tight trousers and let her show him how grateful she was for his giving dispatch the wrong license number. She ran both options through her head. Going home now did flood her with some relief, but the thought of not going home now flooded her body with much more. She felt a warmth start to spread deep in her core, her breasts ached to be touched and she knew her panties were already wet with wanting. She realized that she wanted Scott, not her boyfriend. And those tickets still needed to be taken care of. Maybe they could both still get what they wanted.