Punishment for speeding

The highway was empty. I pressed the gas pedal too hard, rushing home after a bad date. Anger and frustration burned inside me, and I longed for speed. The red lights of a patrol car flashed unexpectedly behind me. I cursed under my breath and pulled over to the side of the road. The inspector approached slowly, the beam of his flashlight gliding across the car, across my bare knees. I rolled down the window. "License and car documents," the voice was low and brutal. "You're speeding by forty kilometers, citizen." "Sorry, I'm in a hurry," I handed over the documents, trying to speak softly. The flashlight still shone in my face, and then the beam slowly crept lower, down my neck, to the neckline of my light sundress. My breathing quickened. "The punishment for such violations is severe," he said, walking around the car and opening the door on my side. "Get out." I stepped out. My legs were shaking slightly for some reason. He stood very close, smelling of tobacco and men's cologne. I leaned against the hood, crossing my arms under my chest. The fabric of my sundress stretched, and my nipples, already hardened by the evening chill, stood out clearly. "What punishment?" I asked defiantly, looking him straight in the eyes. "Well, that's what we'll decide now," he put the flashlight on the hood and stood in front of her. "Take off your sundress." I slowly pulled the thin straps down, the fabric falling to my feet. Underneath the sundress, I wore nothing but lace panties. My heavy breasts were exposed to the cool air, my nipples painfully tense. The inspector stepped closer and cupped my breast in his palm, squeezed it roughly, and twisted my nipple with his fingers. I gasped softly. "Beautiful," he said. "Come on, bend over the hood." I obediently lay down with my chest on the still-warm metal. He lifted my lace, ran his hand between my legs, parted my labia with his fingers, and chuckled contentedly. — Wet already. It's been a while since you've had sex, citizen? “A long time ago,” I whispered, arching my back further. “A very long time ago.” He unbuttoned his uniform pants, and I heard him take out his cock. His hand landed on the small of my back, pressing me against the hood. His cock pressed against my entrance, and a second later the inspector entered me sharply, in one thrust. I screamed, but immediately moved forward. Everything inside me was on fire, moisture running down my inner thighs. He began to fuck me hard, steadily, taking the full length of his large cock. My breasts slid against the metal, and it grew hot. I moaned into the darkness; the occasional car sped past us, but no one stopped. A few minutes later, more headlights appeared from the darkness. A second patrol car had pulled up. The door slammed, and men's footsteps approached. "Well, Sinitsyn, what do we have here?" a cheerful voice rang out. "Are you disciplining the offender?" - Join us, Kolya, her mouth is still free. The second inspector walked around the hood and stood in front of me. I raised my head. His cock was thick, about eighteen centimeters, already fully erect. He brought the head to my lips, and I opened my mouth and took his cock. It smelled like a real man. I began sucking, wrapping my lips around the shaft, and he, holding the back of my head, began to push my head deeper. Tears sprang to my eyes from the sharp thrusts down my throat, but I didn't resist—on the contrary, I tried to swallow as deep as I could. Meanwhile, the one behind me spread my buttocks and placed a finger soaked in my lubricant against my anus. "Has anyone been in your ass yet?" he asked hoarsely. I couldn't answer, my mouth was stuffed. I just moaned in denial. He pressed harder, his finger entering my ass—first one, then two at once. I hissed in pain, but didn't let go of his cock. A minute later, the head of his cock was pressing against my ass. "Relax," he commanded. "You're about to get your full punishment." At first it hurt, incredibly painful. His thick cock slowly pushed apart the walls of my intestines; I would have screamed, but my mouth was busy. Everything inside me was stretching and burning. But as soon as he entered completely and began to move, the pain gave way to a sharp, almost unbearable pleasure. I came immediately, as soon as he started fucking my ass. I was bursting on both sides, both cocks moving in the same rhythm, and I no longer moaned—I screamed with orgasm. "Let's trade," said the first inspector. "I want it in the ass too." They pulled out of me at the same time, and for a second I felt a terrible emptiness. I was flipped over. Now the first inspector sat on the hood, and I was impaled on his cock with my back. He entered my ass—already lubricated and stretched. The second one stood in front of me and rammed his cock into my pussy, burying it balls deep. My stomach swelled from the two thick shafts, rubbing against each other through the thin partition. I screamed at the top of my lungs. They fucked me simultaneously, roughly, quickly. Sweat poured into my eyes, my legs trembled, I came again and again, my nails digging into the shoulders of the one in front of me. The first one came in my ass, covering everything with hot sperm. The second one pulled his cock out of my exhausted cunt, came up to my face, and I opened my mouth. He thrust furiously and released it down my throat. The sperm was salty, and I swallowed it greedily, licking the head until the last drop. All three of us were breathing heavily. I stood leaning against the hood, completely naked, my legs dripping, my chest heaving. The inspector, the very first one, took out a cigarette and lit it. "We'll forgive you this time," he said, blowing out smoke. "But leave your phone number. And next time, don't rush me, call me right away. Deal?" I smiled and reached into the car for my phone.