Ravished by the Trooper

K.C. Cave

 

An idyllic bicycle jaunt in rural Pennsylvania and lots of outdoor sex--that's what James and Daphne had in mind when they set out on a beautiful spring day. They even had the place picked out--a hilltop shaded by an oak tree with an expansive view of the countryside outside Gettysburg National Military Park. But their lovemaking is interrupted by the law--a rogue trooper, a sexy woman with an intense sexual craving for both women and men. (Also included is a bonus 3,800-word erotic short story entitled "Remote-Controlled Orgasm.")

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Her nipples were so tiny and perfect. I turned the vibrator on and traced her labia. As I rotated the tip on the opening of her vagina, Daphne's breathing quickened. She lifted her head off the blanket, her arms outstretched, her hands open and closing. Her breath came in short, sharp bursts.

I plunged a finger into her hole and found her G-spot, the rough little place on the front wall of her vagina. That did it. My vigorous thrusting with my finger took her to the edge. Moaning and throwing her head back, Daphne came. I couldn't keep count of her spasms as the muscles of her vagina pulsed on my finger. As she writhed, her hips came up off the blanket and she clamped her knees together. I flicked off the vibrator and she slowly came back to earth. I got on my knees and surveyed the area. No one.

Giving her a long, deep kiss, I started on her nipples with a vibrating cock ring, watching them stiffen as I rolled the buzzer around her little nubs. My other hand went back to her crotch and, moving her wet, chubby lips apart, I fingered her clit and stroked her pretty pink pussy. Daphne's hips heaved, her abdomen stiffened, and her shoulders lifted off the blanket.

Here comes another blockbuster orgasm, I thought to myself.

The sun went behind a cloud. Or so I thought. I felt something hard and cold on the small of my back. A rough, scraping sensation, like boot leather on skin, moved to my ass, followed by a hard push, almost a kick, that sent me rolling on my side.

I looked up. A Pennsylvania state trooper, arms akimbo, towered over us. Brown uniform. Yogi Bear hat. Holster on hip. The works.

That the trooper was a woman didn't lessen the shock. Mainly, I just saw the gun. She had pushed me over with her boot. This peace officer didn't look happy.

"I'm losing count of how many laws you two are breaking," she said, glowering.

Daphne and I exchanged horrified glances...

 

Also included in the .script is a super-duper bonus story, Remote-controlled Orgasm. Word count is 3,782. No cover. Discard in an environmentally safe way if you don't want it. ;-)