Dottie's Back

The men stood in a tight circle surrounding a chair on a plastic tarp, their pants were open and they were all masturbating themselves. Stacy led me to the center of the circle and sat me onto the chair. Each man took their turn straddling my thighs as I jacked them off. After they had achieved their orgasm, they would take a seat next to their mate. When the sixth man had sat down my face and hair was covered with their milky loads. That was a night I will never forget.

My attention was drawn to the rearview mirror by flashing red, blue and white lights. Shit! I pulled onto a completely deserted side street and withdrew my proof of insurance and registration from the glove box. Nervously I extracted my wallet from my purse and reached for my driver's license. Oh my gawd! The picture on my license was of my former male self!

I was stuffing the license back into my wallet when a knock on my window nearly made me jump out of my skin. Looking up at the police officer, I rolled down my window. "Hello officer, did I do something wrong?" I asked innocently while looking up at his sunglasses with my best 'little girl eyes'.

"You ran a stop light back there. I'll need to see your license, registration and proof of insurance." He replied in that condescending tone they must teach at police school.

Realizing my old name is on both the registration and insurance papers, I discreetly try to slip them out of his sight. "Um, I think I lost them."

"Well, Miss, if that's the case then we have a problem." He says as he lowers his chin and peers at me over his sunglasses.

"I promise I won't do it again," I say batting my eyelashes and glancing at his significant bulge.

"I can't let you off with only a warning. You could have caused a major accident back there." His eyes wander down to my chest, then to my thighs.

"Isn't there some way we can work this out?" I mischievously ask while blatantly staring at his groin then slowly raising my line of sight up to his face. He looks to be in incredible shape, the muscles of his thighs and chest nearly burst through his uniform. He had rugged good looks and could be a poster boy for the police recruiting office.