Karin Winters makes the mistake of driving after she's had too much to drink. After getting busted, the cops take a good look at her and enlist her for an "alternative program" to keep from getting arrested. With no choice, she complies and ends up getting bred by the cops!
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An excerpt from Bred By The Cops:
“Turn around and place your hands on the trunk of your car, please ma’am,” the first officer commanded.
“But officer…” she started to protest.
Grabbing her forcefully, he spun her around and forced her against the trunk of her car. Grabbing one hand, he pulled it behind her, and she felt the bite of steel on her wrists as he snapped a handcuff in place. He took her other hand and forced it behind her and placed the cuff on it as well. She lay against the cold steel of her car trunk with her arms pinned behind her. Tears began to stream down her face.
“Make sure you search her good to make sure she doesn’t have any weapons or contraband,” the officer said from the passenger side.
“Right,” the cop behind her said.
She felt the cops hands begin to feel her through her dress, beginning at her neck and working his way down. She gasped as she felt his hands cup her breasts, and he brazenly but quickly pinched her hardened nipples between his forefingers and thumbs. He felt all around her breasts, then continued his way down her body, slowing feeling every inch of her body under her dress. He lingered slightly as he ran one hand between her legs, running his hand up across her loins in a very familiar way.
“Well, she doesn’t appear to have anything on under that dress, much less any weapons or contraband,” the first cop chuckled to his partner.
“You are still in training, though. Should I double check?” asked the second cop.
“If you think that would be a good idea, go ahead,” said the first cop.
Karin gulped nervously as the second cop came over and began to slowly frisk her starting at the neck and working his way down. He lingered for a long time on her breasts, kneading them in his hands, tweaking her hardened nipples before moving further down her body.
Tears streamed down her cheeks and pooled on the trunk of her car as she felt his hands slide down her body, frisking her. When he reached the hem of her sun dress, his hands went back up, but this time underneath her dress. She gasped as he roughly felt her crotch, lingering to feel the heat generated there.
“OK, let’s take her in, I guess,” said the second cop.
“Wait!” Karin cried out. “Please don’t arrest me! Isn’t there any other way?”
“Ma’am, you were driving drunk. We can’t just look the other way,” said the first cop.
“Please officer, I’ll do anything if you’ll just let me go. Anything!” Karin cried, tears streaming down her face.