As she watched the officer approach via her rear view mirror, she rolled down the window. She made note of how attractive the officer was, and hitched up her already short skirt a little bit more, and undid an extra button on her blouse.
"Good evening miss, I'm Officer Roberts. I've stopped you tonight for going 55 miles an hour in a 35 mile an hour zone. Is there any reason you were going so fast?"
"No officer, I apologize...I didn't realize how fast I was going." She smiled a little as she noticed he was busier looking at her chest instead of her face.
"Well, miss, you need to be more observant. These country roads aren't the in best upkeep...you could hit a pothole and flip your car, or run into a deer; or a cow or horse that's broken loose. Now, can I see you license, registration, and proof of insurance please?"
She got her license out of her purse, and handed it to him while she reached into the glove box for the other documents. She made a point to lean over slowly, showing off her shapely legs and her firm ass encased in her tight skirt. She sat up and turned quickly, catching the officer staring at her instead of the license. She smiled and handed him the papers.
He looked everything over and asked, "You do realize that your license is expired, correct?"
"Yes sir. I was out of state for work, and haven't had a chance to get to get it renewed."
"As it stands now, I'm sorry miss, but I'm going to have to write you up a ticket for these infractions."
She pouted prettily, and looked up at him with wide eyes, "Is there any way that you could let me off with just a warning? Or maybe we could work out a different kind of payment?"
"Miss, are you trying to bribe me? Would you LIKE me to add another infraction on your ticket?"
"Oh please, Officer Roberts...I can't handle another ding on my driving record! My insurance will go through the roof! C'mon...I know you've been checking me out," she slid her hands up her thighs and spread her legs, giving him a peek of her bare pussy, "You have to admit, I'm pretty hot." The officer paused, and she reached up and ran her fingertip over the tent in his pants, "Are you SURE we can't work something out?"
The officer growled, "Get out of the car."
Suzanne balked a bit at his tone, which was harsher than she was expecting, but she did as he said. He hauled her over to the trunk of her car, and bent her over it. With ease of practice, he maneuvered her until she found herself cuffed and helpless. Roberts kicked her legs apart and proceeded to frisk her, his hands rough on her body. His touch was making her squirm...and very wet.
"Nope, no contraband," he commented as he pulled her to her feet. He grabbed her by her upper arm and dragged her into the stand of trees by the side of the road. He found one with a lower branch, undid one of the cuffs, and raised her arms over her head. In no time she was re-cuffed to the branch. "I'll be right back Miss Suzanne...I hope you're ready for what you've gotten yourself into."
She listened as her car started up, and the officer drove it to a nearby drive so that it was off the road. He repeated the process with his squad car, then she heard him come back towards her, crunching through the underbrush. She started when she felt his hands rest on her hips. He grabbed the zipper on the back of her skirt, and slid it slowly down her legs. He reached around the front of her blouse, and ripped the delicate material right off of her. Then with his pocket knife he sliced through her bra, and the ruined undergarment fell to the ground.
She stood there naked except for remains of her blouse, and the cool night air caused goose bumps to rise on her skin. She jumped as he reached around to roughly knead her tits and whispered in her ear, "You wanted to act like a whore? Well, I'm going to treat you like one. Spread your legs, bitch."
She was unsteady in her heels, but did as he asked. She then felt something begin to penetrate her pussy. It was so hard and so rigid that she figured it could only be his nightstick. A tear of humiliation ran down her cheek as she felt him lean in behind her. "You like that, you little whore? You like my big stick up your cunt? I hope you do...and you better put that pussy to good use during what comes next. This stick comes loose, and it's just going to get worse for you. For now, I think a stroke for every mile you were over the speed limit is a good number to start with."
Roberts stepped back, and dropped his gun belt to the ground, and removed the belt from his pants. He snapped the leather and folded it in half, and began to run the looped end up her legs. He smiled as he watched her body shudder, and her ass jutted out invitingly. With quick and deadly accuracy, he snapped the belt hard on her ass. She let out a yelp, but he didn't care. They were in the middle of nowhere, with no one around to hear her cry out. He pulled it back, and struck her other cheek. She tensed, putting pressure on her arms, and she wiggled to get some relief. Another stroke bit into her, and she frantically squeezed her pussy around the nightstick to hold it in place. The combination of sensations had her coming in no time.
Blow after blow landed on her ass until Roberts got to 20, leaving it flaming red, tender, and welted. She was openly sobbing at this point, and was almost relieved when she felt him pull the nightstick out of her. He moved in front of her and stated, "Well, it looks like you made a mess of my nightstick, you little whore. I think you need to clean it off. So start licking."
She did as he asked, licking her copious juices off of the weapon, making a show of it for him and hoping to make him happy with her. When she had cleaned it to his satisfaction, he tossed it down by his gun belt. He undid one of the cuffs, and spun her around, capturing her arms behind her back again. He forced her down to her knees, and stood in front of her, undoing his pants, and pulling down his briefs enough to free his cock.
Suzanne knew just what he wanted, and was eager to taste the big, thick cock in front of her. She leaned in to suck it, and took the head of it in her mouth. "God, you taste so good," she whispered as she took a breath. He smiled down at her, and stroked her cheek. Then he twined his fingers in her hair, and began to fuck her mouth. She went from willing participant to just a hole to be fucked in seconds. And she loved every second of it. She relaxed as he worked his cock down her throat, making little grunting sounds, and humming with pleasure.
Roberts looked down at her. Her eyes were closed, and she was pliant in his hands. He decided she was enjoying herself a bit too much, and pulled out of her mouth. She let out a little cry of protest, and he slapped his belt across her tits. Tears of hurt and surprise came to her eyes, and he did it again. Despite the tears, he could see her breath quicken, and did it again. Her nipples were like hard little erasers jutting out, and he got the urge to suck on them.
He helped her stand, and backed her up to the tree, and ground against her. The rough bark on her tender backside caused her to gasp, but it turned to a moan as he suckled her tits. His hand moved down to the juncture between her thighs and found her so hot, wet, and ready for more. He strummed her clit, and her body began to shudder. He moved his mouth to hers, and kissed her roughly then whispered, "You already came once without my permission. Do it again, and you'll get another 10 strokes of my belt…this time right on your pussy."
He pulled his head back, and smiled grimly at the worry in her eyes as he kept manipulating her clit. Oh, he was going to make her come all right. He kissed his way down her torso, and his mouth eventually surrounded her clit. He wrapped his arms around her, and licked her clit gently at first, swirling his tongue around it, and then began to suck it while flicking his tongue across it.
She tried. She really tried. But the sensation of his mouth on her was just too much to bear. With a cry of pleasure mixed with defeat she bucked herself against him, and came violently.
He chuckled as he stood, and she steeled herself for what was going to come next. She braced herself against the tree as he used his knee to spread her legs even wider, and expose her sex.
"Time to make that pussy as red as your ass, Missy," with a quick flick the looped end of the belt slapped against her clit and she keened. He definitely was practiced, as he never slapped her hard enough to hurt unbearably, just enough to keep her up on her tiptoes. After the first five, he took a break and slapped the belt across her tits a few times. She jutted her chest out to meet the blows as the pain mingled deep inside with the pleasure of being punished. Then he gave her the last five on her cunt.
He looked at her as she stood there shuddering. She was a mess. Her makeup had run, and her hair had come undone and spilled in straggled strands around her face. The sleeves of her blouse still hung from her wrists. She was striped front and back from his belt, and she was so wet he could actually hear as drops from her pussy pattered on the leaves beneath her.
He felt he'd done enough for her, and it finally time to take his reward. He approached her, and spun her around to face the tree, the pulled on her hips until they jutted out just enough to show off her swollen, pink, and ready pussy.
She gasped as his cock slid inside her. She pushed back, taking him deep inside her, and let out a cry of pleasure as he began to thrust hard inside her. A few errant slaps on her ass accompanied his invasion of her body, and when he reached around to strum her overly sensitive clit, he whispered in her ear, "NOW you have my permission to come, Missy."
And come she did…her cunt spasmed around his cock, and milked it expertly. With a few more thrusts she felt him expand inside her, and blast his hot load. He stood quietly a few seconds as the pleasure of his orgasm subsided, then he pulled out of her. He wiped himself off with the remnants of her blouse, and tucked his cock back into his pants, putting his belt through the loops. Then he picked up his gun belt, and put that back on as well. In comparison to her current state, he looked fresh as a daisy.
He uncuffed her wrists, and put a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Damn, Mrs. Roberts...I think that was the best one yet."
She smiled up at him weakly, "It sure was."
He held her tight to him for a few minutes until her trembling subsided some, whispering to her how much he loved her, and what a good girl she'd been. Then he tilted her chin until she was looking up at him and said, "Well, my dinner break is over...I've got to get back to work. Rest up sweetheart, and I'll see you in a few hours. When I get home, we can go get some breakfast, OK?"
"Sounds good, Honey...have a good rest of the night," Suzanne kissed her husband, and after picking up her clothes began heading up to the house. He watched as she walked off, still a bit wobbly from everything that had transpired. He smiled and walked over to the driveway where their cars were parked, and drove off, headed back out to finish his night shift.
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