**Traffic Stop Turned Temptation**

It started like any other night shift—patrolling the empty streets, bored out of my mind, until I spotted her. Nandini. Her tiny little hatchback had a busted taillight, and when I flashed my lights, she nearly swerved off the road in panic. When I walked up to her window, her big, innocent eyes blinked up at me, her fingers nervously twisting around the steering wheel.

“License and registration, ma’am,” I said, keeping my tone firm. She fumbled through her glove compartment, her hands shaking. The way her blouse clung to her small tits, the way she bit her lip—fuck, she was cute. Naive. Exactly my type.

“I-I’m sorry, Officer Manik,” she stammered. “I didn’t even notice the light was out.” Her voice was soft, sweet.

I leaned down, resting my forearm on the doorframe. “You know, I could write you a ticket… or we could handle this another way.”

She blinked, confusion flashing across her face. “Another way?”

I smirked. “Yeah. Pull your car into that alley up there. We’ll talk.”

She hesitated, but she obeyed. Good girl.

By the time I followed her into the dim alley, she was standing outside her car, arms crossed like she was trying to protect herself. The streetlight cast shadows over her curves—the swell of her hips, the way her nipples poked through her blouse. My cock was already hard in my pants.

“You’re not in trouble,” I said, stepping closer. “But you *could* be.”

Her breath hitched as I cupped her cheek. “W-what do you mean?”

“I mean,” I murmured, sliding my hand down to her throat, “you could let me take care of you. Or I take you in. Your choice.”

Her lips parted, her chest rising fast. She was scared, but I could see the wetness glistening between her legs—her body betraying her.

I didn’t wait for an answer. I spun her around, pressing her chest against the car, and hiked up her skirt. No panties. Fuck. Her pussy was already glistening, her little pink folds begging for attention.

“You’re soaking,” I growled, running my fingers through her slickness. She whimpered, her thighs trembling.

“Please…”

“Please what?” I teased, rubbing slow circles around her clit.

“I-I don’t know!” she gasped, arching into my touch.

I chuckled, unzipping my pants. My cock sprang free, thick and aching. “You want this, don’t you? Even though you shouldn’t.”

Before she could answer, I lined myself up and slammed into her. She screamed, her tight little cunt gripping me like a vice.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” I groaned, grabbing her hips and pounding into her. Her tiny body jolted with every thrust, her ass slapping against me. The sound of skin on skin echoed through the alley, mingling with her whimpers.

“O-Officer—!”

“Call me Manik when I’m fucking you,” I growled, reaching around to pinch her nipple.

She moaned, her walls clenching around me. “M-Manik! I—oh god, I can’t—!”

“You *can*,” I grunted, fucking her harder. “You’re gonna come on my cock like a good girl.”

Her whole body shuddered, her pussy pulsing as she came with a broken cry. I didn’t stop—couldn’t stop—until I was burying myself deep, filling her up.

When I pulled out, she collapsed against the car, her legs shaking. I tucked myself back into my pants and smirked. “Taillight’s fixed, sweetheart.”

She blinked up at me, dazed. “W-what?”

I winked. “No ticket tonight. Drive safe.”

As I walked back to my cruiser, I knew one thing for sure—this wouldn’t be the last time I had my way with Nandini.