I stood on the quiet summer roadside, the warm night air clinging to my smooth skin as I adjusted the short skirt that barely covered my ass. My feminine frame was on full display under the streetlights, long legs in heels, a tight top hugging my chest, and makeup making my face look soft and inviting. At twenty-two, this was my thrill—dressing like this to catch the eyes of passing drivers, hoping one would pull over and give me what I craved. The highway hummed with occasional cars, and I swayed my hips, feeling the fabric ride up to show more skin.
A sleek car slowed, headlights flashing, and I smiled, stepping closer. But before any deal could form, blue lights cut through the dark. A patrol car from the carabinieri pulled up, two officers stepping out with stern faces. "Documents, please," the taller one said, his voice firm but with a hint of something else as he eyed my outfit. I handed over my ID, heart racing, explaining I was just out for a walk. They exchanged glances, then the shorter officer grinned. "We need to take you in for checks. Get in the back."
The drive started normal, but soon they turned onto an isolated dirt road, the car stopping in a secluded spot surrounded by trees. "Questura can wait," the first officer muttered, turning to me with a smirk. "You look like trouble out there, all dressed up and horny for strangers." I laughed nervously, feeling the tension build. "Maybe I am. But are you going to arrest me or just stare?" My voice was sharp, playful, challenging them as I leaned forward, the skirt hiking higher.
The taller officer, Marco, chuckled. "Witty one, aren't you? What's your name, pretty boy?" "Alex," I replied, meeting his gaze. "And I don't scare easy. You pulled me over because you liked the view, didn't you?" His partner, Luca, nodded, his eyes roaming. "Guilty. That ass in that skirt—hard to resist. You were begging for it on the street." The air thickened with heat, my body responding as I shifted, feeling myself get wet and dripping with anticipation. "Then stop talking and do something about it," I shot back, witty and bold.
Marco reached back, his hand on my thigh. "Feisty. We like that." They climbed into the back with me, the car cramped but private. Luca's fingers traced my leg, while Marco pulled me close. "Show us how horny you are," he whispered. I grinned, unzipping his pants to find his cock already hard. "Looks like you're the one horny," I teased, wrapping my hand around it, stroking slowly. Luca watched, his own cock straining as he freed it. I leaned in, giving Marco a slow blowjob, my tongue working his length while panting softly.
They didn't rush, hands exploring my body, lifting my skirt to reveal my ass. "Nice and smooth," Luca said, fingers sliding between my cheeks, finding me wet and ready. I moaned, pushing back against his touch. "Don't just touch—fuck me," I demanded, strong and unyielding. Marco positioned me on his lap, his hard cock pressing against my ass as he eased in, filling me with a groan. I rode him, the car rocking, sweat building on our skin as we moved together.
Luca joined, his cock in my mouth for another blowjob while Marco thrust deeper into my ass. "You take it so well," Marco panted, hands gripping my hips. "Better than any driver could." I pulled off Luca's cock long enough to reply wittily, "Practice makes perfect. Now cum for me." The pace quickened, bodies sweating, panting filling the air. I came first, dripping and clenching around Marco, who followed with a deep thrust, filling me with cum. Luca finished in my mouth, his load hot as I swallowed.
We collapsed, breathing heavy, the night air cooling our skin. They helped me straighten up, but the promise in their eyes said this wasn't the end. "Next time, we might actually take you to the station... or not," Marco said with a wink. I smiled, stepping out into the dark. The road ahead felt even more tempting now.
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