It’s a ridiculously hot June afternoon, and I’m driving home from what used to be my job. I have the top down in my convertible, needing to feel the fresh air. I’m fucking angry and worked up. I can’t stop replaying the words that were just uttered to me twenty minutes ago.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Dearing, we have to let you go, we just don’t have the clientele to keep you on. It isn’t anything against you. We would be happy to write a letter of recommendation for future employers.”

It was such a bullshit excuse. That asshole “let me go” because I wouldn’t suck his old wrinkly micropenis. Stupid son of a bitch.

I jerk my arms out of the sleeves of my suit jacket, madder than hell and sweating my ass off in the ninety degree weather. I need to take my mind off of it, I can’t change what happened. As I’m driving, trying to calm myself down, I can’t stop thinking about the dream I had the other night, driving around topless without a care in the world. God, what I’d give to be able to be that free. But I can’t. I have to be the responsible one. That’s something my wild and crazy younger sister would do. I’m the perfectionist, sweet and kind, shy and curvy Adrienne. I bet the people around me would lose their minds if I drove around topless, showing off my large breasts.

I continue my drive, heading back to my small two bedroom condo that I am paying way too damn much for. Fuck it, I need a little excitement in my damn life. I press a little harder on the gas, needing to feel the adrenaline. I look down at the speedometer, watching the needle move past seventy, seventy five, up to eighty. I unbutton my button down blouse, wanting to feel the wind whip across my body. Making sure to use my knee to keep the wheel straight, I take my shirt off, throwing it out the window. I just don’t care anymore. I’m done being the shy innocent pushover. There’s barely anyone on the freeway, who’s going to see me anyway?

I have to admit, this feels fucking amazing! My heart is pumping, the wind is whipping all around me, and I’ve never felt so excited before. That is, until I hear the whir whir and look into my rearview mirror and see the flashing lights. Shit!

I slow down and pull over, knowing I’m completely fucked. I was flying down the road, not giving a damn and this is what happens…

“Good afternoon, Ma’am.” The officer says as he meanders over to my driver’s side door. The top and windows are down on my convertible, so he can see me clearly sitting there in my tight black skirt, thigh highs and heels. I’m topless, save for my black lace push up bra I decided on this morning.

This is NOT what I need right now. I start to tear up, knowing I’m in deep shit.

“G-good afternoon, Officer.” I stutter.

“License and registration.” He growls, clearly already in a bad mood.

I lean over and grab my purse off the passenger floor, then reach into my glove box to grab my registration. My hands are shaking like crazy, I feel like I'm going to be sick, and the sun is beating down on me, making me sweat.

“Here, I’m so sorry, Sir.” I murmur as I hand him the items.

“Do you know how fast you were going? And where is your top, would that be what flew at my windshield?” He says in a low, deep voice.

I can’t help but notice how fucking gorgeous he is. Tall, thick build, muscular arms that have tattoos running down to his wrists. He removes his hat to wipe the sweat off his forehead, and I catch a glimpse of his stunning green eyes.

“I- I’m not sure, I’ve had a really shit day and I wasn’t really paying attention.” I groan, knowing I’m definitely getting a ticket.

“Ma’am, I clocked you at eighty-five miles per hour. You do know that the speed limit is sixty-five, correct?” He says while drilling me with his steely gaze.

“I didn’t realize I was going that fast. Please, I’ll do anything. I can’t afford a ticket right now. I’ve just lost my job…” I start to tear up as I say this. I don’t want him to pity me, but I can’t handle another thing on my plate right now. I’m stressed as it is.

“Please get out of the car, Ms. Dearing.”

I reluctantly open my door, step out and stand with my hands on the hood, back facing him. He isn’t going to give me a ticket, he’s going to arrest me! Fuck fuck fuck!

The gorgeous officer ambles over towards me, stopping directly behind me. He’s so close I can feel his body heat. I close my eyes, preparing for him to tell me to put my hands behind my back and the cold hard metal of the cuffs.

But instead, I feel his rough, calloused hands touch my waist. He runs his hands along my hips, then works them up my sides, towards my breasts. I can’t help the shiver that runs through me.

“So, you’ll do anything to get out of that ticket? I can think of a few things you can do, Ms. Dearing” He growls in my ear as his hands cup my heavy breasts.

I can feel his hard cock pressing against my ass, and my god it feels huge. I can’t help grinding my ass against him, wanting to feel him balls deep inside me. It’s been so damn long since I’ve gotten laid, and even the fear of getting arrested can’t stop my hormones. I’ve just lost my job, but something tells me this brute of a man can help take my mind off of it.

“Yes, anything Officer. And I mean it. What can I do for you?” I groan while continuing to grind my ass against his thick cock.

As soon as the words leave my mouth, he spins me around and pushes on my shoulders, signalling he wants me on my knees. I drop to them gladly, now eye level with his monstrous package. He grabs ahold of his belt, undoes it and works down his zipper. He doesn’t even bother with the button on his pants, just reaches in and grabs onto his fat cock and pulls it out of the hole.

“Oh fuck,” I whimper.

His cock is thick, long and veiny. The head is bulbous, I'm not sure I’ll be able to fit it in my mouth, let alone inside my pussy. I am dripping wet, beyond turned on.

He taps the tip against my lips, coaxing me to open up for him. I lick my lips, then open as wide as I can, allowing him to work his cock into my wet cavern. I hold onto his hips for support, and he works his hand into my hair. Soon, he’s maneuvered more than half of his cocks into my mouth, thrusting his hips as I suction my lips around him. He groans, unable to stop himself.

“Fuck, your mouth is perfect, I’m getting close.” He growls, speeding up his thrusts. I can’t help it, I take my hand off his hip and slide it between my thighs, under my skirt and start to rub my clit furiously. I can feel my juices dripping onto my thighs.

“Fuck yes, just like that. Work that pretty little pussy while you suck my fat cock. I’m gonna come down that glorious little throat of yours and I want you to come with me.”

He now has both of his hands in my hair and he’s pumping his dick in and out of my mouth rapidly. I can feel him swell, and as the first thick rope of cum hits the back of my throat my orgasm blasts through me. We both come down, and after a few seconds he pulls out and tucks himself away.

“Be sure you get home safe, and I wouldn’t recommend driving topless anymore. Have a good day, Ms. Dearing.”

With that, he walks back towards his car and drives off. I get back into my car, still weak from that killer orgasm.

This is definitely not how my dream went, but I’m not gonna complain.