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04:Off the Record.

Brock had fallen into a bit of a routine lately, and the monotony was starting to wear on him. So, on a whim, he decided to break free from it all and take a spontaneous weekend drive through the countryside.

The moment he hit the open road, a sense of liberation washed over him. He rolled down the windows, letting the fresh air and the warm summer breeze fill the car. His favorite tunes blasted from the speakers, and he couldn't help but tap his paw to the rhythm as the purr of his car's engine provided a steady background beat. The sun shone brightly overhead, casting dappled shadows on the winding road as he passed fields of golden wheat and rolling green hills.

Lost in the moment, he relished the feeling of freedom that only a road trip could provide. He had no destination in mind, no itinerary to follow. He was simply enjoying the journey, the escape from the mundane.

However, his carefree drive was abruptly interrupted by the flashing red and blue lights that suddenly filled his rearview mirror. His heart skipped a beat as he realized he was being pulled over. He quickly scanned his surroundings, trying to figure out what he had done wrong. It dawned on him that he must have missed a speed limit sign while passing through one of the quaint little towns that dotted the highway. He cursed under his breath, annoyed that his peaceful drive had been disrupted by a potentially costly mistake.

However he wasn't too worried about the ticket, at least it was only 10 over the limit by his reckoning. He fished out his wallet and insurance and waited for the inevitable. He glanced at the mirror as the officer stepped out and couldn't believe what he saw.

It was a woman, a Rabbit to be exact, blue body fur, a thin body, a thick ass and pendulous breasts that seemed to be struggling not to burst out of her shirt, possibly even barely restrained by her bra. She had a pair of rust tinted glasses over her eyes.

Brock was so enraptured in watching her approach he didn't pay attention to his erection that was slowly sticking up through his gym shorts.

“License and Registration please.." The officer said as she stepped off to the side of the door.

Brock smiled and handed her the requested documents and she took a look at them. She spotted the bulge in his shorts and it distracted her. She glanced at his driver's license. “Mr. Hamil, do you know why I pulled you over?"

“I think I was going ten over by the town back there. It was my mistake. I passed the sign before I put two and two together. Just taking a break from the big city and got a bit careless" Brock said, glancing at her name tag. “Officer Mills," he finished.

He couldn't tell through the sun shades she was wearing but her eyes were locked onto the large bulge sticking out of his shorts.

“Very well I'll be back in one moment." She said after a beat going back to her car.

She walked back to her car and sat in it and shuddered. “God damn that guy has a big dick." She thought to herself as she checked for his records on her system. Polly Mills, was in her early thirties, was the epitome of dedication as the sole police officer in the quaint town of Coller. Her commitment to upholding the law often led her to neglect other facets of her life, including personal relationships and hobbies. The weight of responsibility rested heavily on her shoulders, but she bore it with stoicism.

As the sun began to set, signaling the end of her shift, Polly's sharp eyes noticed a sleek black sports car speeding through the highway on the outskirts of Coller. The driver was clearly exceeding the speed limit. Despite the fact that her shift was technically over, Polly's instincts kicked in. She couldn't simply ignore a blatant traffic violation. Duty called, and she answered.

To her surprise, the man, whose name was Brock Hamil, had a clean slate. No prior offenses, no red flags, his last speeding ticket was over a decade ago. Yet, there was an undeniable aura of mystery surrounding him. She glanced up at him and he seemed to be just as relaxed as he was when he greeted her, his head bobbing to his music like he didn't have a care in the world.

She smiled to herself. At least he was pleasant, and very handsome too.

She then picked up his voice on her cruisers external microphone pickup."

“She smoking hot, man I'd love to bust a nut in those tits." She heard him whistle over the feed. “I am pretty sure she was checking me out too… too bad she's working."

Poly blushed, but a wry smile crossed her face. She was rather lonely lately and most of the men in this podunk town didn't really interest her, in fact they were a bit apprehensive around her and respected her. However, it had been a long time since she'd gotten laid and it was an itch that she was desperately wanting to get scratched. This Brock was handsome enough and obviously, he found her attractive as well. It was also appreciated that he was polite with her, most people were pretty irate when she pulled them over. His insurance and I.D. checked out so she decided to give him a warning and inputted it all into her computer.

She finished her paperwork and called into the dispatcher notifying them that she was done for the day.

She didn't fill out the ticket but instead wrote a note on it.

Play along, drive off,

drive up for a mile and pull off,

give me a few minutes and

I'll meet you up the road.

I'll make it worth your while.

When she was finished she got out of her car and walked back to Brocks.

“Here you go sir." She said handing him back his license and other papers. “I'm going to let you off with a warning. Be sure you watch for those signs a little better in these small towns, you do it again I will write you up do you understand?"

“Yes, Officer Mills." Brock said, looking at the note then quickly back to her. “Ok well thank you officer Mills, have a good day. I'll be more careful in the future."

“Be sure you do so."

She returned to his car and he drove off, when he was out of sight she clocked out and shut her body cam off. She shut down her dash cam, removed her body cam and then started her car and headed down the road. After about a mile she spotted he was waiting along the side of the road. She pulled up behind him and turned on her lights and approached him.

“Nice to see you again, Officer Mills." Brock said as she rolled down the passenger side window.

“It's Poly." She replied by taking her glasses off so he could see her violet eyes. “Will you follow me back to my place?"

Brock smiled broadly. “What do you have in mind?"

“I want to see that .45 you are packing in your shorts there." She smiled, brushing her fingers over the bulge in his shorts..

Brock shuddered at the touch and nodded just going with the flow. “Lead the way."

She smiled, returned to her car and headed for the small one-bedroom house on the edge of town that she called home, Brock followed behind her car. The little house was hidden in a grove of trees and afforded her privacy that she greatly enjoyed.

They both got out of the vehicles, and she let him inside. “Make yourself comfortable. There is beer in the fridge, soda too, help yourself." She said removing her belt and holster and hanging them on a hook on the wall, then she bent over to untie and kick off her boots.

Brock went to the fridge and grabbed a six pack from the fridge and came back with them he handed her one.

“Thanks." She said cracking it open and taking a long sip and taking off her slacks. Leaving her only in her shirt and a pair of black sport panties.

“No problem." Brock said doing the same he sat on her couch and she sat down beside him.

Poly sighed heavily and unbuttoned her shirt and just took a few minutes to relax. They both sat and just quietly enjoyed their beers.

“Better?" Brock asked after a few moments.

“Much." She said, smiling at him finishing her beer she then reached over and felt the ever growing hard on in his shorts.

“I'd like to clean up, that way I smell all nice for you."

“Mind if I join you?"

Poly blushed she was used to being by herself but since she did invite him over to fuck, it seemed ridiculous to say no.

“Sure.." She said as she started to unbutton her shirt. She then removed it and then her bra freed her breasts.

“God damn those are nice," Brock said.

“Thanks," Poly said, pushing up her ample bosom and then letting them fall and jiggle for him. She then removed her slacks and panties in one single movement and kicked them aside. She looked up and Brock was already naked with his sizable and swollen member fully engorged and in the open.

“Wow, you really do like what you're seeing don't you." She giggled walking over to him, grabbing his hand and then leading him to the bathroom.

Brock couldn't help but admire the view of Poly's round, firm ass swaying in front of him as they made their way to the bathroom. The anticipation grew as they entered the steamy room, the scent of her arousal filling the air. The shower was already running, and she turned to face him, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief.

"You know," she began, "it's not every day a handsome fox with a... formidable gift gets pulled over in my town. I might have to give you a little extra special treatment."

Brock chuckled, his tail wagging slightly with excitement. "Is that so, Officer?"

Poly took his hand and led him under the warm cascade of water. She stood on her tiptoes to kiss him, her breasts pressing against his chest as their tongues danced together. He could feel her wetness, her need for him growing as she ground her hips into his thigh.

Their kiss grew more passionate, their breaths mingling with the steam. Brock's hands explored her body, tracing the curves of her waist and the softness of her breasts. He pinched her nipples gently, eliciting a moan from her lips. She broke away, a playful smile on her face, and knelt before him, taking his thick member into her warm mouth.

Poly's skills were immediately apparent as she took him in, her tongue swirling around the tip before she began to bob up and down, her cheeks hollowing with each movement. Brock groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as the pleasure washed over him. He knew he wouldn't last long with her mouth on him like that, but he enjoyed every second of it.

As she sucked him off, Brock's hand found its way to the back of her head, guiding her movements. He could feel himself getting closer, his body tensing up. But Poly had other ideas. She stood up, her own need now too great to ignore.

"My turn," she murmured, pushing him against the wall of the shower. She grabbed his face and kissed him hard, her body pressing into his, her wet pussy sliding along his length. Brock could feel her heat, and it was driving him wild.

"Let's take this somewhere a little safer." He said breaking the kiss.

"How about my chair in the living room?" Poly said.

"Sounds like a plan."

They turned the water off quickly, dried off and hurried to the living room where Poly pushed him down into a large recliner. She then turned facing away from him and backed slowly up, giving him a full view of her ass as he scooted forward to meet her half way so she could straddle him.

Brock took in the view as Poly slid down onto his cock, her wet folds wrapping around him like a glove. He grabbed her hips and held her in place, savoring the feeling of her warmth surrounding him. She took a deep breath and then started to bounce, her breasts bobbing in front of her, the water droplets on her fur glistening like diamonds in the soft light of her house.

Her pussy was tight, and she was already so wet for him, the sound of her wetness echoed around the room with every bounce. He watched her, his eyes taking in every detail as she began to ride him with increasing passion. Her breath grew ragged, and her cheeks flushed a darker shade of blue as she picked up speed. It was clear she hadn't had a good lay in a while and she was making the most of it.

“Oh, Brock..." she moaned, pushing herself harder onto his cock. He was stretching her out and she was loving every minute of it. He grasped her by her hips and thrust his own up to meet hers with a loud plop being made with every successive contact.

Poly's eyes rolled back in pleasure as she felt his knot start to swell up inside her. “Oh, oh, oh shit!" she exclaimed. She had read about foxes knots but never felt one herself. She had only been with a few humans before and none of them had that extra little bit of pleasure. However, she wasn't ready to let him have her yet she waited till the last moment and then moved herself up ward just before he could knot her in place. However Brock still came and she moaned as she felt a spurt of his hot semen flood her insides.

They both sat there for a moment, catching their breath. Brock's cock was still hard, but the knot had receded. Poly turned and looked at him, her eyes half-lidded with lust.

She then stood up, turned to face him and straddled him once more this time facing him.

Brock's cock was still coated in her juices and it slipped back in with ease. He leaned back, taking her in his arms and began to kiss her neck. She moaned as he found that sweet spot behind her ear, nibbling it lightly with his teeth. Her hips began to rock back and forth, grinding into him.

He felt his knot start to swell again and he whispered into her ear. “Ready for round two?"

Poly giggled and nodded, eager for more. She leaned into him, her breasts pressing against his chest as she began to move faster, her walls tightening around his length. Brock's hands roamed over her body, caressing her curves and gripping her ass. He could feel the beginnings of another orgasm building in him, and he knew she was close too. However this time she wasn't going to slip off his knot.

He felt his knot swelling again, filling her completely as he thrust deep. "Take it all," he murmured against her ear, his voice low and dominant.

Poly whimpered, feeling the pressure of his knot expanding inside her. She knew she wasn't going to escape it this time, and the thought sent a thrill through her body. She leaned into him, her paws gripping his shoulders tightly as she pushed herself down onto him, taking every inch of his thick cock. The sensation was intense, almost overwhelming, but she craved it.

Brock's knot grew, stretching her more than she ever had been. The feeling was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. She felt so full, so claimed, so utterly and completely owned by this fox's cock. It was as if her body was made just for this moment, to accommodate his size and his needs. She could feel her orgasm approaching like a freight train, ready to crash over her at any second.

With a final, deep thrust, Brock's knot sealed them together, locking his cock in her pussy. The sensation of his knot swelling inside her sent Poly over the edge, her body convulsing in pleasure as she screamed out her climax. Her walls clamped down around him, her pussy contracting around his shaft in waves of ecstasy.

The intensity of her orgasm seemed to trigger Brock's own, and he roared as he filled her completely with his seed. The two of them sat there, locked in passion, as their bodies trembled with pleasure. It was a moment of pure, unbridled intimacy, two strangers brought together by lust and need.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, Poly leaned her forehead against Brock's, her breathing heavy and erratic. She could feel the warmth of his knot inside her, the gentle throb of his cock still pulsing. It was a strange, but incredibly satisfying sensation.

"That was..." she began, but words failed her. "Amazing," she finally managed to whisper.

Brock chuckled, his cock still pulsing inside her. "Glad you enjoyed it, Officer."

Poly sat up, a smug smile on her face. "You're not too shabby yourself, Mr. Hamil." She playfully slapped his chest before sliding off him, the knot popping out with a wet sound that made them both laugh. She walked over to the bedroom, her ass still glistening from their shower escapade. "Now, let's see what else you can do," she called over her shoulder, leaving him in the chair.

Brock followed her, his cock still standing at attention despite the recent release. He knew he could go again, and he had a feeling she was just getting started. When he entered the bedroom, she was already sprawled out on the bed, her legs open invitingly. The sight of her made his heart race, and his cock twitched with excitement.

Without a word, he climbed onto the bed, his paws gently rolling her onto her stomach then pushing her legs wider apart. Poly looked over her shoulder at him with a mix of lust and anticipation. He leaned down and kissed her down her back starting at her neck as his paws roamed over her body. He could feel her heat radiating from her core, and he was eager to be back inside her.

Positioning himself behind her, Brock lined his cock up with her dripping entrance. With a firm grip on her hips, he pushed into her from behind, feeling her tightness envelop him once more. She let out a low moan as he filled her completely, his knot pressing against her swollen clit. He began to thrust, setting a steady rhythm that had them both panting.

Their bodies slapped together in a symphony of desire, the sounds of their passion filling the small room. Poly's breath grew ragged as she pushed back to meet his every thrust, her breasts bouncing with the force of their lovemaking. Brock leaned down, his muzzle brushing her ear as he whispered filthy, encouraging words that made her wetter.

"You like it, don't you, you naughty little bunny?" he growled, his teeth grazing her earlobe.

Poly's breath hitched, and she nodded, unable to form coherent words. The feeling of his knot pressing against her sensitive bundle of nerves was exquisite torture, driving her closer and closer to the edge. She arched her back, pushing her ass up to meet his strokes, urging him deeper.

Brock's tail swished back and forth with each powerful thrust, slapping against Poly's thighs. He reached around her waist, his paws finding her breasts, squeezing them firmly as he continued to fuck her from behind. Her moans grew louder, echoing off the walls, mixing with the slap of flesh and the occasional sound of her ass hitting the bed.

Poly's body was on fire, each stroke of Brock's knot against her clit sending sparks of pleasure throughout her body. She could feel another orgasm building, this one threatening to be even more intense than the first. Her paws dug into the bedsheets, her nails clawing at the fabric as she held on tightly.

"Oh, yes," she whimpered, her voice a mix of pleasure and desperation. "Harder, Brock, I need it harder!"

Her words were like gasoline on a fire, stoking the flames of his desire. He complied, his hips slamming into hers with a fervor that shook the bed frame. The headboard knocked against the wall in a steady rhythm that matched their racing hearts. Each impact sent a jolt through Poly's body, and she could feel the pressure building once again.

The bed creaked in protest under their combined weight as they continued to fuck, their bodies a blur of fur and limbs. Brock's cock was a relentless force, filling her completely and retreating just enough to tease before plunging back in. His knot dragged over her clit with each thrust, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her.

Her breathing grew more erratic as the pressure built within her, her walls clenching around him. "I'm going to come again," she panted, her voice muffled by the pillow. "Fuck me harder, don't stop."

Brock didn't need any more encouragement. He gripped her hips tighter, his own orgasm building rapidly as he pounded into her. The sound of their bodies colliding grew louder, their moans and grunts of pleasure filling the room.

Poly felt the first waves of her climax begin to wash over her, and she knew it was going to be intense. Her body tensed, her pussy tightening around Brock's thick cock, her ass pushing back against him as she met each of his thrusts with her own.

Brock could feel her muscles contracting around him, her body begging for release. He quickened his pace, his hips slapping into her with a fervor that made the bed shake beneath them. He bit back a groan as he felt his own orgasm approaching, the pressure building in his balls.

With a final, powerful thrust, Poly's body tightened around him, and she screamed out her climax. Her pussy clamped down on his cock, and her legs trembled as she rode the waves of pleasure. Brock couldn't hold on anymore; with a roar, he came, filling her up with his hot seed. The knot grew inside her, swelling until it was snugly nestled against her clit, sending spasms of pleasure through her body.

They remained locked together, panting and sweating, their hearts racing in unison. As the aftershocks of their shared orgasm subsided, Poly turned her head to look at Brock, a soft smile playing on her lips. Brock leaned down to kiss her neck, his tongue tracing the line of her collarbone. He felt the knot begin to shrink, and with a final, lingering kiss, he pulled out of her, his cock leaving her body with a wet sound.

They both collapsed onto the bed, their limbs tangled together. The room was filled with the scent of their mingled arousal, and the air was thick with the heat of their passion. For a moment, they lay there, basking in the glow of their encounter.

Poly rolled onto her back, her chest heaving with deep, satisfied breaths. She looked up at Brock, his fur matted with sweat, and felt a strange mix of emotions. This fox, this stranger, had just given her the best sexual experience of her life, and she couldn't believe she'd found such pleasure in the most unexpected of places.

"That was... incredible," she murmured, reaching out to trace her fingers along his chest.

Brock chuckled, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Glad you enjoyed it, Officer. Now about that ticket?"

"Well, if you ever need a... uh, speeding ticket taken care of again, you know where to find me." She winked, her cheeks flushing slightly at her own audacity.

He grinned. "I'll keep that in mind."

As they talked, their bodies began to cool, the sweat drying on their fur. They decided to take a break, clean up, and grab a drink. Walking back to the living room, they shared more about their lives, their careers, and their kinks. It was surprisingly easy to talk to Brock, and Poly found herself feeling more at ease than she had in a long time.

After they had both finished their drinks, Poly took Brock's hand and led him back to the bedroom. "Ready for round three?" she asked with a seductive smile.

Brock's cock twitched at the prospect, already growing hard again. "Always."

This time, they took their time, exploring each other's bodies with a newfound appreciation. They touched, kissed, and licked every inch of fur and skin, savoring the taste and feel of one another. They tried different positions, pushing their boundaries and discovering new sensations.

As the night grew late, their passion didn't wane. They fucked on the bed, against the wall, and even once on the kitchen counter, leaving a trail of the byproducts of their lovemaking in their wake.

Finally, as the first light of dawn peeked through the curtains, Brock knew it was time for him to go. They had been at it for hours, and while he didn't have any immediate plans, he knew he had to get on the road if he wanted to make it to his destination by the next evening. With a sigh, he pulled out of Poly, his knot deflating and sliding from her pussy with a wet pop that left her feeling both satisfied and slightly empty.

They both lay there for a moment, panting and sweaty, staring up at the ceiling. "Well," Brock said with a grin, "I think I can say that was the most... memorable traffic stop of my life."

Poly chuckled and rolled over onto her side to face him. "For me too. Who knew speeding could lead to such an interesting evening?"

They shared a knowing smile before Brock gently slid out of bed. "I guess I should get going," he said, his voice tinged with reluctance. "I don't want to keep you from your duties."

Poly nodded, sitting up and running a hand through her messy fur. "Yeah, I've got a shift starting in a few hours. Are you ever going to make it out this way again?"

Brock grinned widely. "Oh yeah, I pass through here every other week."

They both knew what that meant, the promise of future encounters hung in the air like a tantalizing scent. Brock started to dress himself, and Poly followed suit. They walked into the kitchen together and she handed him a piece of paper with her number on it.

"Call me next time you're in town," she said with a wink.

Brock took the paper and slipped it into his pocket, his eyes never leaving hers. "You can count on it, Officer Mills." He leaned in for a final kiss, his tongue brushing against her lips, tasting the last of their passion.