Speeding fines

I rode before i had a license to ride. I was thrilled by the thrill of it. I had a good job, i could pay fines if i was stopped. I can talk myself out of almost any situation.<div>I started to get pulled over by one cop in my area. Speeding, loud bike, anything. He had it in for me. He never asked to see a license. So I flirted to divert his attention. It worked. But he started to stop me every day. He had started to know what time i went to work and would stop me just me for no reason. I didnt mind. An older man. I got really turned on by my morning stops. They became my morning routine.</div><div>After a few months, we came to an arrangement. If he was parked under the overpass, I had to stop. I'd stop behind his car. Took my helmet and jacket off. He would open the passenger door, and get me to sit down. He would stand, and rub his hand over his hard cock under his uniform, for me to see. Wow, he was so hard and i had only been there for a minute. </div><div>He unbuckled his belt, undid the top button of his jeans, and slowly un zipped his fly. I took my hand and just held it on his cock, still inside his jocks. He moaned and leant on the roof to support himself. He moved closer, grabbed the back of my head, and rubbed my face over him. I kissed his stomach, his thighs, cupping his balls with one hand, and licked them, avoiding his cock. I love to make a guy wait. See how desperate they get. What they will do, with no thought. He took his hand and put his cock to my lips. Wow, he smelt so good, and pre cum had started to ooze out. The best bit, shows me I'm doing the right thing. </div><div>I took him into my mouth, slowly licking as much as i could. He started to thrust, so i got out of his hold. He can wait. He didn't like that. So this time, He took both hands, grabbed my hair, and started fucking my face. He was getting deep...he was going to cum quick, and soon. I was pushing his legs back, so i could get a breath, but he was too strong. I looked up, his eyes were closed. I wonder if he knew where he was. I dont think he cared. Peolpe driving passed could have seen him. I didnt care. </div><div>He cum fast, cumming straight down my throat. He kept thrusting, like he didnt want to stop. Moaning, he started to relax, stop moaning, and nearly colasped on me. I felt his huge release. Just what he needed. </div><div>He zipped his jeans up, took his finger and traced my lips. He leant in to kiss me, such a passionate kiss from a stranger. I never did find out his name. We never spoke. After about six months, the morning meet got less and less. I missed it. I liked being needed. I liked being an outlet for him. I liked that i never got any road fines, no matter what i did. </div><div>A month after out last highway headjob, I still didn't have my license. I would get it in a few weeks. I had gotten a bigger bike. I really missed having control over someone, so that they needed me.</div><div>After a long day at work, I got stopped on my way home, by a different cop. I hadnt done anything i*****l. He said it was just a random check.</div><div>He asked for my license and rego. I couldnt produce either. A big grin came across his face. I knew that look. As I turned to go, he asked if i would like to see his front seat. I laughed. I gladly said yes. I get to give head, he gets to cum, and so do I. This went on every weekday for a few months. No speaking. I knew what he wanted, and he showed me how he wanted it. We too would meet at the opposite underpass, if his car was there I stopped. He was there every day, just like my mornings all those months ago. </div><div>I never got any fines, although I had broken the law many times. These cops were great guys. No pressure. I never said no. I loved it. They really loved it. </div><div>I miss those men in uniform. If I see a cop car on the side of the road, with a motorbike behind it, it brings these memories back and makes me wet. I wonder if they think of me. I presume I did well. I receieve a mouthful of hot cum every day. I was happy with that. I always got a quick sneaky kiss before I left. A silent thankyou. </div>