His to Taste by Jacqueline Winlock

ran her information. She was on the Dean’s List and had never broken a law in her entire life.
    “Please, officer, “ she said, wringing her hands. “I swear that I’m not drunk and I’ve never done anything wrong in my entire life! Isn’t there anything I can do for you, sir?”
    Officer London loomed over her and drawled, “You were speeding, Miss Williams. Now you’re asking a police officer to repeat himself, and you’re on the verge of offering a bribe? Tsk, tsk, Miss Williams. You’re being a very naughty little schoolgirl.” He opened the door wider and brusquely gestured for her to get out of her car.
    Jenny gulped, tugged her skirt back down as modestly as she could, and slowly stepped out of her car. She could feel the officer’s hot gaze as she stumbled slightly on her shiny black stiletto heels. She quickly found her balance on the pebbly dirt road and waited obediently for his instructions.
    Officer London groaned inwardly when he saw her luscious round tits jiggle under her tight tube top as she lost her footing. He was about to reach out a hand to steady her, but she had caught herself in time. The more her small pale hands tugged self-consciously at the short hem of her miniskirt, the more it emphasized her long toned legs and creamy thighs. He cleared his throat gruffly and said, “Now, Miss Williams, when you’re ready, go ahead and walk a straight line for me to that tree. Keep your arms straight out. Now walk.”
    Jenny dutifully did as he asked and paused at the tree. She hesitated before stepping forward and waited for his next request. He nodded his approval and said, “Now head back towards me, Miss Williams.”
    She walked back and winced when a small pebble lodged itself in her heel. She tried to shake it loose which only made her teeter slightly and drop her arms.
    “Arms up!” he barked, and she quickly threw her arms back up to the appropriate position. She stopped abruptly when she stood directly in front of him. Shyly averting her gaze, she held the position until her arms started to ache.
    Officer London smirked down at her and said, “Good girl. Now walk over to my patrol car and stand facing away from me.” He followed closely behind her as she complied.
    “Now,” he said. “I’m going to search you to ensure that you don’t have any concealed weapons or drugs. Spread your legs and place your hands on the back of your head.”
    Jenny’s eyes widened in shock when she felt the officer’s large warm hands gently stroke her slender calves.
    “Oh, sir!” she cried. “I swear that I have nothing on me! Please, is this really necessary? Why don’t you just write me the ticket and I’ll be on my way...and within the speed limit this time, I promise!” She stiffened when she felt his hands trail slowly up the back of her knees.
    His grip tightened slightly and he said, “Are you presuming to tell an officer of the law how to do his job, Miss Williams?”
    “N-n-no, officer,” she mumbled. “You’re right, sir. I shouldn’t have broken the speed limit.”
    He gentled his grip again at her quiet admission. “Good girl,” he murmured. “Now relax and let me resume my search.” He caressed her inner thighs and softly massaged her flesh. He felt her thighs quiver and he smiled at her response.
    She bit back a moan when his questing hands trailed further up her skirt. Jenny knew it was wrong of her to feel so horny at his touch, but she couldn’t help her reaction. She fought the urge to sway closer towards his body and gritted her teeth. If only his hands would just brush against her aching pussy lips...
    Jenny was torn from her reverie when he suddenly removed his hands from her flesh. The absence of his strong warm hands made her want to protest in frustration. She could feel a single droplet of her pussy juice trail slowly down her inner thigh and she clenched her fists in her hair.
    “Miss Williams,” he said. “Some female perps have been known to hide