1. Troopers in trouble


    Date: 8/17/2022, Categories: Fiction / Fantasy BDSM Bisexual Oral Sex / Blowjob Non-consensual Sex Gay Hardcore, Humiliation Job / Office Sex Group Sex Rape / Violence / Cruelty Author: Treetopflyer27, Source: sexstories.com

    My name is Max. A few years ago I was driving from my home in southern Alabama heading to Daytona for “Bike Week”. I own a motorcycle repair shop so I always load up my work van with the usual parts and accessories that I know guys will want and head out. It’s always good for business and I love all the “extra-curricular activities” that take place down there. As I was passing through the middle of no-where, Florida, I got pulled over by this cop. She was a State Trooper to be exact, and on top of being a real looker, she was a real bitch too. I watched her walk up to my window with her 5’ 8” slim frame and her dark hair pulled back into tight pony tail. “License and registration please” she said. I gave her my stuff and she told me that she pulled me over for going 88 in a 70 MPH zone. I tried explaining that I saw her running radar back in the median, and that the person that was doing 88 was the pickup truck that was passing me. She of course didn’t want to hear that and began telling me that she knows it was me speeding and if I lie to her again it will only make it worse on me. I simply replied with a “yes ma’am” and she left my window. She came back about 10 minutes later with my ticket. “$220.00! Holy shit lady, what the fuck? You can’t cut me a break here? I wasn’t even the one speeding! It was that asshole in the pickup truck”. She just looked at me, smiled and said, “Well, you can always take it to court. Have a nice day.” I wanted to slap that little smirk right off her face.
    
    The only thing that really calmed me down for the rest of my trip was the joint that I had tucked away in one of my tool boxes. It was just enough to keep me from thinking about how much of a bitch that damn trooper was to me. Once I got to Daytona, I found my friend Tony. We were having a couple beers at this bar and catching up on old times when all of a sudden I hear a deep voice go “Maxwell, you sorry son of a bitch!” As I turn around I saw my old pal Randy. Me, Tony and Randy ran together a lot back in the day. With the amount of bar fights and encounters with the law, it’s a wonder we’re not dead from all the stupid shit we’ve done. As the night went on I couldn’t help but think about that good-looking bitch of a trooper that I ran into earlier. As I told my story, Randy said, “You know, we ought to go show that fucking bitch some manners.” Randy started telling me about the last time he “showed a bitch who was boss” and it got me thinking about some of the other stuff we had done as a group in the past. He asked if I could remember where it was I got pulled over. “Yeah” I said “why?” And that is when we all snapped back to our old ways.
    
    After a couple weeks of planning, the three of us meet up at a truck stop off of I-10 in Florida. Tony and Randy split up looking for this hot little trooper with the attitude. I took the time to configure the van a little bit. My van is one of those tall, long European looking vans. It’s white and has no back windows ...
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