The Work Release Program by Buckaroo Bonzai Monica knew that she shouldıve heeded her intuition; shouldıve listened to the little voice inside her head. But her excitement had overwhelmed any doubts, rendering her brainıs warnings meaningless in a flood of hormones. Ignoring her intuition always prompted an equal and opposite reaction. Monicaıs Law was once again in effect. Sheıd felt the first tingle driving up Highway 36 just before the town of Dirkson. Sheıd seen the cop car idling on the side of the road far enough in advance to slow down to just over the speed limit. But as she passed, heıd watched her car for just a moment too long. Longer than a traffic cop might watch a car passing through his speed trap. Longer than a small town cop might take to assess an unfamiliar car. Longer even than a man might stare at a busty blonde driving by in a red sports car with the windows rolled down. Just a tad too long. She couldıve stopped in the town of Dirkson for a Coke from the local liquor store. She couldıve popped it open, driven to the small municipal park, and enjoyed it in the shade of an old oak tree. She couldıve waited for another hour at least, and still wouldıve had time to beat Roger to the spot in the woods. But her excitement, her lust, had been too demanding. She could blame nothing, and no one, else. One part of her brain had tried to warn her. But the other part had been busy creating elaborate fantasies for the hours ahead. When her fiancé had suggested that they get a head start on their vacation, sheıd jumped at the chance. And when heıd laid out his plans, sheıd left work almost immediately. ³Hereıs what weıll do,² heıd said, calling from his office. ³Take 36 up past Dirkson. About five miles out of town thereıs a side road called ³Cook Road.² Take that, itıs gravel, down to the end, past all the farms. At the Dead End sign thereıs a little two track that leads into the woods. Donıt worry about the Private Property sign, nobody cares about it. Take that path about two miles into the woods until you get to a little clearing. Donıt worry, youıll know it. Thereıs no place else for you to go. Iıll meet you in the clearing about four. And then weıll just do what comes naturally.² That phrase, do what comes naturally,ı had been the real kicker for Monica. She knew that he meant they were going to have sex in the open, out in the grass or under the trees. It was one of her favorite fantasies, and the few other times theyıd done it outside theyıd fucked like crazy. It had been a no-brainer, and sheıd hit the road with visions of orgasms dancing in her head. Sure, sheıd get there a couple of hours early. But that would only add to the excitement, help build the anticipation. Plus, she could entertain herself out there in the woods, miles from any prying eyes. She could get herself hot, take herself to the edge a few times, so sheıd be wet and primed and ready when Roger showed up. So sheıd driven straight up, making only one stop. She looked in the rearview mirror at the flashing lights, watching as the cop climbed out of his cruiser and started towards her. Tall, solid, self- assured, he approached her car calmly and unhurriedly. Just another cop making another stop. Except that they were miles from nowhere. And itıd be two hours before another soul might turn up. Monica regretted making that single stop on the highway now as the cop stared down at her. His eyes were unreadable behind the dark, mirrored aviator glasses. He could be searching the car for drugs. He could be looking for weapons. But she could feel his gaze on her, a feeling she knew very well. He was looking down her dress at her ample cleavage. And looking beyond that at the hem of her dress, where her legs disappeared below the fabric. As a 36 D blue-eyed blonde, she experienced that gaze a lot. Donıt make me get out, she thought at him, assuming a studiously unthreatening posture. She did have secrets to hide, but if she got out they wouldnıt stay hidden for long. ³License and registration, maıam,² he said, his voice as impassive as his gaze. Shit. She shouldıve gotten those out already. She shouldıve been prepared for that. Now sheıd have to lean way over to the glove box, and heıd be watching her the whole time. There was no way to refuse his request, either. She leaned over, acutely conscious of the way her breasts spilled forward to fill out the front of her dress; of the sweat suddenly cooling on her bare back; of the way her dress rode up to suddenly expose her thighs and ass. He took her paperwork without comment, appearing to study them but probably watching as she adjusted her dress to better cover her breasts, legs and back. ³Would you please get out of the car, Ms. Stanson?² he asked in a neutral voice. She didnıt detect a note of interest there; maybe he was gay. She could only hope. She stepped out of the car, berating herself for having stopped at the travel area. Instead of greeting Roger in her business attire, sheıd wanted to surprise him with a sexy outfit. So sheıd changed into a sheer, white, spaghetti strap sun dress, so short that it barely covered the bottom curve of her ass, and with so much cleavage that it barely covered her nipples. To make matters worse, sheıd shed all of her underwear. She wore not a bra nor panties, only the dress and a pair of high heels. She looked hot and sexy, but for the wrong man. ³Step around to the rear of the vehicle,² the cop intoned, his voice and manner betraying nothing. Was he even aware how vulnerable she felt? Or was he already fucking her with his eyes? ³You realize youıre on Private Property?² he asked, escorting her to the rear. She nodded. There was no denying that. Sheıd passed three Private Property signs on the way to the clearing. ³Mind if I take a look inside?² She nodded again, not sure if she felt more nervous about standing there so exposed, or by his dispassionate demeanor. She watched through the rear window as he bent into the front seat, then reached around to extract something from the back seat. As he strode back she could see the two pints of tequila in his hand. Sheıd brought it to have something to drink with Roger. A way to lubricate their inhibitions. ³Itıs illegal to have an open bottle of alcohol in a vehicle. Were you aware of that?² he asked, placing the bottles on the trunk lid with a solid thump. ³I wasnıt drinking and driving, if thatıs what youıre getting at,² she retorted, no longer so submissive. ³I didnıt say you were drinking and driving. I said you have an open bottle of alcohol,² he replied calmly, flicking the broken seal. ³And it looks like a good third of it is gone.² She had taken a few sips at the rest area. But that couldnıt be a crime, could it? ³Put your hands on the top of the trunk and spread your legs. Iım going to call this in, and I donıt want you running off.² As she bent over, she felt the tickle of the wind in the cleft between her legs. Just below her chin, her breasts dangled freely inside her dress, unfettered by the thin fabric. She didnıt need to look back to know that he now had an unobstructed view of her ass and pussy, and could probably see her tits and nipples as well. Ostensibly still clothed in the dress, she felt totally vulnerable and exposed. Worse, though, was the knowledge that sheıd placed herself in this position. The minutes passed like hours as she stood stretched over the trunk of her car. Occasionally sheıd hear the crackle of the police radio, but mostly the only sounds were the wind in the trees and the birds chirping. She began to sweat in the midday sun, and soon droplets were gathering in the valley between her breasts and slowly rolling down her tits, to finally dangle from her nipples before falling onto the fabric below. She could feel sweat dampening the crack of her ass and the folds of her pussy and wondered how it might look to the officer. Did it sparkle in the sunlight? Or simply make her skin glisten? She didnıt doubt that heıd be studying her cunt from the safety of his car. Or that heıd be imagining his cock thrust deep between her legs. He may appear dispassionate, but no man could resist such a blatant sexual come-on, no matter how unwilling. How could she get out of this? If he just listened to her explanation, and didnıt jump to any conclusions, sheıd be able to convince him that sheıd just made a mistake coming here. But if he didnıt listen? Did she want to spend the weekend trying to clear this up? Or get Roger involved? He didnıt have much of a sense of humor when it came to stupid mistakes. What she needed was a Plan B. Just in case. Just when she considered standing up and regaining some dignity, he returned to her side. ³Did you know you have three unpaid parking tickets, Ms. Stanson?² he asked, his eyes still shielded by the sunglasses, though undoubtedly admiring the curve and heft of her tits. ³II donıt know,² she stammered. Sheıd paid those, hadnıt she? Or maybe not. She couldnıt remember. But what did that have to do with this? ³Would you mind standing up straight and putting your hands behind your back?² he asked calmly. She started at the cold click of the handcuff locking, even though his question shouldıve warned her. ³Am I being arrested, then?² she asked, disbelief and wonder in her voice. ³No, maıam. Itıs simply procedure. The unpaid tickets make you a flight risk. But I do need to know if I can look in your trunk.² After she nodded her compliance, he steered her around until she faced the front of his car, then had her bend over at the waist, once again leaving her tits dangling and her pussy exposed. Only this time her hands were handcuffed behind her! The situation was getting more bizarre, and kinky, by the minute! Pulling her overnighter from the trunk, he placed it on the cruiserıs hood, unzipping it as he questioned her. ³What exactly were you doing out here, anyway?² She considered lying for a moment, but couldnıt come up with any believable reason why one would be sitting half-naked in a car in the middle of the wilderness. Selective truth would be the best way to go. ³Iım supposed to meet someone out here,² she replied. There. Simple and succinct. He glanced at her sideways, then continued to rummage through her bag. Without any fanfare at all, he produced the two vibrators sheıd packed and set them on the trunk lid, then set her flogger next to them. ³Hooker?² he asked. ³No way!² she vehemently denied. ³I am meeting a man,² she added, blushing from head to toe. As his silence continued, she felt the need to explain further. ³Heıs my boyfriend.² She shifted nervously, embarrassed by the implications of her explanation, but still too afraid to give him the whole story. Unfortunately, shifting around only made the dress hike higher up, leaving her ass and slit more exposed than ever. Worse, the underlying eroticism and kinkiness of the situation had begun to have an effect on her, hardening her nipples and dampening her already engorged pussy. When he pulled out her bottle of pills, she suddenly realized how precarious her position actually was. True, the pills were all prescription drugs. But they werenıt all written for her. And as he spilled the contents into his hand, she realized that many were generic, and so didnıt have branded coatings that distinguished them from street drugs. Just as she began to understand the implications of his latest discovery, he summed it all up for her, ³Well, Ms. Stanson, Iım not sure what to think. Weıve got you, alone out here, waiting for some mysterious man, with an open bottle of liquor in the car, a bottle of unidentifiable pills, and three outstanding traffic tickets against you. Thatıs a couple of felonies, possibly drug trafficking. Thatıs more than enough to write you up and take you in, Iıd say. I donıt see another way to resolve this, do you?² Was that an opening right there? She wasnıt sure. What she did know was that she didnıt want to spend the weekend in some podunk jail trying to clear up all this circumstantial evidence while a bunch of drooling hillbillies leered at and groped her. No, if this cop was suggesting what she thought she heard, itıd be much better to try Plan B. Actually, Plan B wouldnıt be that bad, she rationalized. Same moves, different guy. But given how obliquely heıd manipulated her into this position, it was clear that sheıd have to make all the moves. But sheıd have to get out of these handcuffs first. ³I can explain all this,² she said pointedly, shaking her head to indicate the evidence strewn across the hood. ³But can you first take these off?² she asked, standing upright and clumsily gesturing with her cuffed hands. ³Iım not much of a risk to run in these high heels, especially out here, now am I?² Monica felt sure sheıd called it right when, instead of unlocking the cuffs from behind, the officer instead leaned across her body to do it, accidentallyı brushing against her breasts in the process. Rubbing her wrists, she quickly knelt before him, announcing, ³Actually, I think I can make my argument better from down here.² Without pausing to look for approval, she reached up to grasp his pants zipper and pull it down. If he was going to arrest her for bribery, (or solicitation!) now would be the time. When he didnıt move to stop her, she reached inside to find his cock as stiff and starched as his blue pants. Pulling it out with her left hand, she found herself staring at almost eight inches of throbbing hard meat, the circumcised head already stretched and purple. Transferring her hand to his balls, she pressed her mouth down over his shaft, enjoying the feel of his skin rasping over her lips. She sucked him in as far as she could, not surprised that almost two inches of shaft remained outside her mouth. This wasnıt the ideal position for deep-throating. Pumping his rod in her fist, she sucked and licked him with abandon. In truth, Monica loved to give blow jobs. Many men had complimented her on her expertise. But sheıd never performed one with quite so much on the line. So when it seemed as though her dress might be constraining her motion, she paused long enough to push the fabric down to her waist, freeing her tits to bob and sway as she leaned into her task. Many men appreciated the visual stimulation of two ripe melons just inches from their dick, theirs for the plucking and sucking if they wished. Unfortunately, it hardly seemed as if anything she did had any effect on the cop. Every time she glanced up at him sheıd only see her reflection in his sunglasses. He neither grunted, groaned or urged her on, as nearly every man sheıd ever blown had done. The only clue to his excitement was an occasional gentle thrust into her mouth, or a soft tightening of his hand in her hair. When he came, then, she was caught totally by surprise. His hot cum splashing against the back of her throat caused her to gag, filling her mouth with cum faster than she could swallow, and forcing a salty stream back out between her lips. Acceding to the inevitable, she opened her mouth and took the last few spurts on her already cum-covered tongue, feeling for all the world like a baby bird begging for food from its mother. But even now, as she turned her cum-covered face to watch him, his face betrayed no emotion. The only evidence that heıd enjoyed the past few minutes was steadily dripping from her chin to her tits. Monicaıs brain raced even as she sensuously transferred the cum to her fingers and then to her tongue. Would a single blow job be enough to erase the long list of offenses against her? She could hope, but she didnıt think so. Heıd want to get into her pussy, the one heıd been staring at for most of the past half hour. The one sheıd so conveniently put on display for him. The one sheıd technically promised to Roger by accepting his invitation to marriage. The thought of Roger made her smile. Sheıd jumped to using sex with this cop, this stranger, pretty quickly. With the way she was dressed, and all the other circumstances, it had been a natural conclusion. But the fact was, sheıd hardly given Roger and their situation a second thought. Amazingly, this wasnıt the first stranger sheıd blown since becoming engaged. When the plumbing contractor had announced that he was pulling his guys off the job working on their new house, sheıd arranged to meet him at the work site to set him straight. Sheıd wanted to settle it without Rogerıs help; to keep him away from the daily grind of dealing with contractors. Her promises of a 5% incentive and prompt payment had assuaged his complaints. But when heıd asked for the 5% up front, sheıd been at a loss. She simply hadnıt brought her checkbook with her. When heıd bluntly asked for a blowjob instead, sheıd weighed the request the same as any other aspect of their business deal. Sheıd swallowed his cock in the backseat of his Explorer, gulping down his cum with very little guilt. After all, sheıd just saved Rogerıs bank account hundreds of dollars. Roger, she reflected, was a very pragmatic man. If he ever knew the details of that encounter, or this one, heıd understand that a little suck and fuck was the best way to avoid some very dire consequences. But why would he ever know? According to the watch on the officerıs wrist, Roger wouldnıt be arriving for another two hours. More than enough time She finished licking the sticky cum from her fingers and lips and regarded the snake still dangling before her. Enough time had passed for her to safely take it back into her mouth without hurting the highly sensitive crown. Many men, when stimulated there too soon after orgasm, felt intense pain rather than pleasure. She softly closed her mouth around his swaying snake, using the bottom of her tongue to lubricate the heated skin. Even semi-erect it was an impressive piece of manhood; as solid and muscular as its owner seemed to be. Monica eyed the equipment and gun hanging around the copıs waist and reached up to unhook his belt. She didnıt think sheıd want all that stuff banging into her once they started really going at it. But the odd hooks and clasp confounded her; she murmured a plea for help into the cock now stuffed firmly back inside her mouth. He seemed to understand, undoing the gun belt and pushing it inside his cruiser. His starched blue shirt, starched blue pants, blue undershirt, boxers, socks and shoes soon followed, and finally she found herself sucking on the now rejuvenated cock of a well-muscled young cop, naked except for his sunglasses. Just as she began to wonder if she should just lean back and spread her legs for him, he pulled her to her feet and pressed her down onto the trunk of his cruiser, surprising her when he thrust his tongue deep into her hot, steaming cunt. Sheıd known very few true pussy-eaters in her life. Most men would eat her out, but usually in reciprocation for her giving them a blowjob. Even Roger only ate her out when he wanted to make sure she would react in kind. But this man had no need to do that. He could do whatever he wanted to her. Thank god, then, that he wanted to do this. As his tongue rasped again and again over her clit, the pleasure flushed all of her questions from her head. She let her body relax against the burning steel, the heat reduced to just another sensation competing with the electric sparks he was producing inside her slippery slit. She moaned and gasped as small orgasms shook her, and she could hear herself whispering ³Yes, yes,² every time his tongue or teeth touched her quivering clit. Even as the sensations threatened to overload her system, she became aware of the blatant carnality of her situation. Here she was, spread eagle on a car trunk, her cunt split by the tongue of a stranger whose cum she could still taste in her mouth. She imagined what sheıd look like to Roger should he approach right now, her hips thrusting her cunt into another manıs face, her tits bouncing, her nipples hard, her head thrashing as she asked for, no, begged for another man to eat her pussy and suck her clit. All the while, her engagement ring glinting in the sunlight, like a beacon calling out, ³Hereıs a slut, guys, ready for the fucking!² With that, it all coalesced and she felt herself in the familiar spiral of an orgasm, the pleasure coursing through her like a tidal wave. Sweat-soaked, weak-kneed and still trembling, she took a few steps and collapsed into the grass, her legs splayed open to reveal her red, juice-soaked pussy, in an invitation recognizable since the dawn of time. Modern though he may be, the cop heeded his instincts and dropped atop her, his cock sliding home with the accuracy of a heat-seeking missile. Though still muddled from her head- shattering orgasm, Monica could tell that he was holding back. But for what? She got her answer just a few moments later as he abruptly withdrew and pressed her knees to the side. Of course! Heıd spent lots of time looking at her ass, and now he wanted to sample her from behind. Sheıd barely balanced herself on her hands and knees when he drove his stiff rod into her swollen cunt, ramming it in until his balls slapped against her ass. He pounded at her savagely for several minutes, pausing only to reach down and grope her swaying tits. Finally she felt him stiffen behind her, then pump several spurts of his creamy sperm deep into her burning slit, as if to quench the fires raging inside her. After he pulled his pole from her, she turned around and licked the sticky remains from the length of him, knowing how much most men enjoyed having a woman clean up in this matter. As he dressed, Monica leaned naked against the patrol car, worrying that he might still double- cross her on their deal. He still held all the cards, though she had some of his DNA in her cunt to corroborate her story, if she had to tell it. ³Well, Ms. Stanson. Iıd say that youıve successfully completed our work release program. I trust youıve learned your lesson. And I do suggest that you get those parking tickets cleared up. After all, the next officer you meet might not take it so easy on you.² She still couldnıt see past his sunglasses, but she could imagine the sardonic look in his eyes. ³Yes, sir,² she replied simply. She wanted him away from here, because if his watch was correct, Roger would be showing up at any time! ³And I suggest that you and your boyfriend find someplace more private than this private property to have a good time. You never know whoıs going to show up here.² She agreed vehemently with that. She planned on catching Roger before he even got off the main road. She wanted to warn him that the cops came down hard on lawbreakers in this part of the county. Real hard.