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To Protect and Serve

7/27/2005

BDSM elements and 'force'. A hot story (even if
I do say so myself) with a twist!
<br>
She caught up with the car just where she had expected to
find it, on a county road paralleling the Interstate. ‘Over
the speed limit as well’, she thinks, after a quick glance
at the radar gun. ‘Did you really believe you could avoid
me that easily?’ she says to herself. Narrowing her eyes
in concentration she flips a switch on the dash - blue and
red lights start to flash. She doesn’t think he will try
to run but she isn’t sure. She knows he might try it. The uncertainty
causes a tightness in the pit of her stomach as she waits
for the reaction of the driver. She relaxes as she sees the
late model Ford’s brake lights come on. Then the indicator
light blinks as the car turns off into a dirt farm road. ‘Didn’t
even need to use the siren.’ she whispers aloud to herself,
almost disappointed. ‘He’s giving up quiet as a lamb.’
<br>
She follows a few car lengths behind as the vehicle dumps
down the unmade and deserted track until it pulls over and
stops. She sits in the car for a few minutes, letting him
stew, before putting on her wraparound mirror shades and
hat and exiting the car. She ‘saunters’ towards the Ford,
hands resting on her equipment belt. She knows that she
won’t need her gun with this guy, but the hand on the butt
of her Colt is part of her ‘saunter’; and she is very proud
of her ‘saunter’. Sometimes she even practises it; when
she is sure no one can see. As she comes up to the driver’s
side she gives the car a practised ‘once over’, checking
the back seat, seeing that the driver’s hand are in plain
view on the steering wheel and that his window is wound down.
‘Good’, she grunts to herself. Then she gives the driver
a practised ‘twice over’. ‘Better’ is her first thought.
Mid 30’s, a well built Caucasian male. Smartly dressed
with white shirt and colorful tie, his suit coat slung carelessly
over the back of his seat. Looking down at him she notes the
wavy, dark hair, almost to the collar. Then she catches
his glance. He is looking up at her and his blue eyes are zeroed
in on her face. She takes off her sunglasses to get a better
look. She feels his gaze pierce her, but she feels the ‘piercing’
a fair bit lower down than where he is looking. A deep, gusty
breath swells the policewoman’s lungs, causing her uniform
shirt to stretch tight across her impressive breasts.
It is a reaction that is not un-noticed by the driver. ‘I
think I better upgrade that ‘better’ to a ‘best’’ is the
mental note she makes to herself. Then she is brought back
to business when she sees the ‘shit eating’ grin he is wearing
on his handsome face. ‘What seems to be the problem officer?’

<br>
‘Why do they ALWAYS go for that line?’ she sighs to herself.
Hitching up her belt she begins the ritual. ‘Were you aware
that you were exceeding the speed limit on this road by 15
miles per hour (pause) Sir?’ She knows this guy’s name well
enough. ‘And this is not the first time I’ve had to stop you
for speeding is it Mr Cooper?’ Suddenly exasperated the
driver slams both hands down on the steering wheel. ‘Look
sweetheart, if you think I have time for any more of your
games then you ha………..’
<br>
The policewoman’s response is explosive, cutting across
his words. ‘Where do you think you get off calling me ‘Sweetheart’?’.
Wrenching the door open she steps back, hand now very much
on her gun. ‘Get out of the car. Hands on the roof and spread
your legs.’ She watches as conflicting emotions sweep
across his face. Before she gets any more protests she bellows,
‘Just do it! NOW!!’ She is gratified to see him leap to obey,
undoing his seat belt and unfolding his length from the
seat. As he turns to put his hands on the roof she admires
the width of his shoulders. ‘This guy must work out. Bet
he’s real strong.’ She thinks to herself. As he obeys her
orders he has his head turned over his shoulder, smiling
now, trying to turn on the charm. ‘Look, I’m really sorry
I reacted like that. I was wrong, but I’m already late for
a big appointment. Can’t we………’ Her reaction is to stay
silent and kick his legs further apart, which shuts him
up.
<br>
She commences a thorough ‘pat-down’, a search that wouldn’t
have pleased her instructors at the Academy. She runs her
hands up his arms, pausing to ‘cop’ a feel of his rock hard
biceps. Then she moves closer, mashing her breasts against
his back as she feels her way across his chest and stomach.
He flinches as she feels around the waistband of his trousers.
Was this reaction because he was ticklish? Or something
else? She feels her nipples tighten in a reaction all of
her own. She crouches down and begins to feel her way up his
legs, a lot slower than she might have done with any other
suspect. She can feel him tense up as she works her way higher.
From her close-up position she can actually see his buttocks
clenching inside his tight trousers. ‘Nice buns!’ is her
immediate judgement. As she reaches the top of his thighs
she doesn’t stop, continuing until she can cups his balls
in the palm of her hand. She finds herself impressed with
the handful. This part of the search brings an immediate
response. ‘Hey! What do you think you are do……..’ A quick
squeeze of what she has hold of brings an instant silence.
She smiles as she thinks to herself. ‘However you hold a
man’s cock you have him in your total control.’ Having this
degree of power is an experience that she enjoys. Or it might
be more accurate to say that she used to really enjoy it.
She had plenty of chances to exercise it as a police officer.
But just lately she has surprised herself by day dreaming
about what it would be like if ‘things were the other way
round’.
<br>
The guy tries again, more politely this time, stammering
in a rather high-pitched voice. ‘Look, ….. ….Officer,
would you mind letting go of the family jewels. It makes
me nervous.’ She laughs out loud as she stands up, dusting
her hands. ‘Just got to make sure you ain’t carrying a concealed
weapon Mr Cooper.’ The search obviously over he turns around
to face the smiling policewoman. From the bulge in the front
of his trousers it is obvious that her ‘special’ search
had produced the desired effect. Laughing again she comments,
‘Looks like a rifle in there, rather than a handgun. The
driver looks embarrassed, staring down at his shuffling
feet. ‘What happens now Officer, (looking up to peer at
her name badge), Pederson? Are you going to give me a ticket
as well as humiliating me? Another ticket and I could lose
my license, as you well know. No license, no job.’
<br>
The policewoman stares the guy up and down, slowly, until
he looks at his feet again, blushing under her examination.
She knew, even before she stopped him, what the outcome
of this encounter would be. Now is the time to let the driver
in on the plan. ‘I bet, Mr Cooper, that you are one of those
guys who thinks it’s real unfair for pretty girls to get
out of a ticket if they are stopped by a policeman. Am I right?’
Without waiting for a response she carries on. ‘I can just
hear you with your buddies, after a few beers, ‘It’s discrimination!
We don’t get breaks like that.’ Is that what you say?’ Puzzled,
the driver says, ‘Yeah, I might think that. I might even
say it. So what of it?’
<br>
‘Well Mr Cooper, I’m a modern woman, I believe in equality.
I’m going to give a break like the ladies get.’ She watches
his dumbfounded expression and realises that she is not
getting through to her ‘perp’. Time to get basic. ‘Let me
explain in words of one syllable Bud. If you blow me you get
off the ticket.’
<br>
The driver could not have looked more stunned if he had been
hit over the head with a baseball bat. His mouth opens and
shuts like a goldfish for several seconds before he manages
to produce any recognisable words. Finally he manages
to say. ‘B…b…bl…blow you? You mean………like….go down on
you? Here?’
<br>
‘You catch on real fast Mr Cooper. Do a good job, make me cum,
you get away without a ticket and you keep your license.
Otherwise it’s down to the station house, in cuffs, for
speeding and driving with a faulty taillight.’ Before
he can even finish his obvious question, ‘What faulty taillight?’
her night-stick is out and one tail-light is a ruin of tinkling
glass. ‘You have just five seconds to make up your mind Mr
Cooper or that will be TWO faulty tail-lights.’ Tapping
the truncheon on her thigh she adds, ‘DON’T make me count
it down.’ Overwhelmed the bemused driver gives in and nods.
‘Alright I’ll do it. Just don’t do anything else to the car.
My boss will kill me.’ ‘Besides’, he thinks to himself,
‘it’s not like she’s a dog. She’d actually look pretty good
without the shades and the dull-dyke uniform. Nice tits
somewhere under that shirt as well.’
<br>
Thrilled by his capitulation Officer Pederson strips
off her belt and dumps it on the roof of the car. The shiny
boots are off in a flash and the trousers soon follow. She
feels dampness soak her panties as she imagines her handsome
captive kneeling between her legs. Those same panties
cause an amazed reaction in the driver when he catches a
glimpse of them. This scanty scrap of fabric is obviously
not standard police issue. (Which makes him wonder. ‘Do
the police actually have standard issue underwear?) He
watches as she bends into his car to throw her trousers on
the passenger seat. The strip of material at the back rides
up between her lovely ass cheeks and he feels his cock stiffen.
He also notices the tattoo on her left buttock, a small police
badge and the motto, ‘To Protect and Serve’. What kind of
policewoman WAS this? Naked from the waist down she sits
down in his seat and spreads her legs. She pulls her panties
to one side to reveal a mostly shaven’ and obviously wet,
snatch. Crooking a finger at him she purrs, ‘Come and get
it, Tiger.’ By now he is in no way reluctant to obey.
<br>
He drops to his knees on the dirt road between her wide spread
thighs and gets his first close glimpse of her pussy. It
looks delightful. Her clitoris is already hard and protruding
from its hood. Her lips are swollen and glistening with
excitement. He takes a deep breath through the nose and
is rewarded with the sweet aroma of clean, excited, eager
cunt. ‘Here goes nothing’, he thinks and extends his tongue
for a first tentative lick. He is immediately rewarded
with a squeal of pleasure and begins working on her with
mounting excitement and application.
<br>
He rasps the whole of his tongue across her clit and feels
her strong thighs clench around his neck. Her cries of delight
are getting louder. He takes one of her pussy lips into his
mouth and sucks, drawing it out to its full extent, then
he does the same for the other. Working his tongue into the
center of her excitement he relishes her taste. Building
up a rhythm he starts tongue fucking her. Soon she is shouting
obscenities as he eats her out. ‘Fucks!’ and ‘Shits!, ’
interspersed with long, sibilant ‘Yesssses’. He can feel
her hands entwined in his hair, pulling him closer. He can
feel her orgasm approaching in what seems like next to no
time, so he starts to concentrate on her clit. He sucks it
gently into his mouth and flickers his tongue across the
hard bud in a steadily increasing pace, like a living vibrator.
<br>
The vice like grip around his neck increases and he feels
his hair being tugged as she loses control. He knows that
she is past the point of no return and decides that the time
is right to risk a little pay back. Taking her clit between
his teeth he gives it a sharp nip. It has the opposite effect
to the one planned. The sharp pain only serves to intensify
her on-rushing orgasm. Grabbing his head she grinds her
cunt all over his face as she cums and cums and CUMS! She rubs
her clit across his nose and upper lip until he is convinced
she will do him permanent damage. At her climax he feels
her juices gush into his mouth and he can do nothing except
drink it down. All he can hear is her sobbing what seems like
a religious litany, ‘OHMYGODOHMGODOHMGODOHMYGOD’.
<br>
After what feels like minutes she finally stops her spasms
and loosens the death grip around his neck and he is able
to stand up. He is only conscious of the throbbing erection
in his pants and the copious smearing of cunt juices across
his face. Extending a hand he helps the rubber-legged policewoman
out of the seat. They stare at each other for a long moment
without saying a word. Still without speaking she turns
and leans into the car to retrieve her uniform pants. Virtually
without conscious thought the man seizes his opportunity.
Grabbing her handcuffs off the equipment belt on the roof
of the car he has one wrist behind her back and cuffed before
she is aware of what is going on. Still dazed by her monumental
orgasm she hardly resists as the other arm is pulled behind
her back and secured. Considering he is not a police officer
he shows a remarkable dexterity with the quick action cuffs.
Now she is helpless. How stupid had she been?
<br>
Twirling her around he stares into her dazzling blue eyes
once more. His eyes still have the same effect on her. She
can see the heat of anger and un-spent lust burning behind
his pupils and she feels even more helpless. Quietly, through
clenched teeth he whispers. ‘Seems that going around all
day in your butch uniform makes you feel pretty powerful
doesn’t it, (sneering) Officer Pederson. Seems you need
to be taken down a peg or two. You can dish it out alright,
let’s see if you can take it shall we?’
<br>
With that he grabs the front of her dark blue blouse with
both hands and rips it open. As her buttons bounce on the
dirt road he drinks in the sight revealed. She has breasts
just the way he likes them, big but not too big. At this moment
they are heaving inside the fragile restraint of a lacy,
low cut bra, her nipples barely covered. If he hadn’t previously
seen her sexy panties then this undergarment would have
been a bigger surprise. It is such a contrast to the starched
and masculine uniform. The other surprise is to see her
nipples, hard as diamonds, poking through the lace. Dragging
his eyes away from this vision he manages to look at her face,
trying to read her thoughts. ‘Those nipples look pretty
stiff little lady, but it’s not as if it’s very cold today.’
She drops her eyes, blushing rather attractively. ‘I also
figure that a policewoman like you knows all kinds of self-defence
stuff. I bet you could take me down even with your hands cuffed
behind your back. But you haven’t even struggled since
I got you hog-tied. Bit of a change to how you were a few minutes
ago. I wonder why that is?’ He takes her chin in his hand and
raises her face until she is looking at him again. ‘Perhaps
you like being helpless like this? Is that it?’ When he gets
no answer he pulls down one cup of her bra and takes the exposed
nipple between his large fingers. ‘I’m only going to ask
one more time.’ With that he gives her nipple a hard tweak.
‘Do you like being helpless like this?’
<br>
The woman bites her lip at the pain and shakes her head in
denial. Moving closer to her the man slides his fingers
up the inside of her thigh, still holding the nipple between
his fingers. Her panties provide no barrier to his searching,
probing fingers. They discover a virtual swamp of wetness,
seeping from her pussy. Leaning his mouth closer to her
ear he whispers, ‘You’re cunt says your lying - sweetheart.’
This time she doesn’t react to his use of this word. With
excitement in his voice he asks, ‘You DO like it, don’t you?’
Another, harder, twist of the nipple accompanies the question
and this combination causes the policewoman to crack,
quietly. ‘Yes, ’ she whispers, eyes downcast, ‘I like
it.’
<br>
‘Yes what?’ the man snaps back. Suddenly at a loss the woman
stutters, ‘Yes…..erm….ah….Mr Cooper?’ Not satisfied
he gives her tortured nipple a pinch, causing her to wince.
‘I think a public servant like you should be a bit more polite.
I am a member of the public after all, therefore you are my
servant. Let’s see if we can’t get it right this time. Yes
what……………?’ She understands what he wants to hear this
time and to save her poor nipple she says, ‘Yes……..SIR………I
like being helpless like this.’ Then, out of character,
she adds, ‘With you.’
<br>
‘In that case let’s see you be a bit more helpful to one of
your employers.’ He says, ‘I think it is about time you returned
the favor. Let’s see you on your knees and sucking my cock
pretty damn quick.’ A hand on her shoulder forces her down
in front of his crotch. As he undoes his zip he warns. ‘If
you even think about taking some revenge whilst I use your
mouth you will be in more trouble than you can imagine. It
is a long walk back into town and I don’t think you’d like
to walk it naked, especially with your hands still cuffed.’

<br>
As he speaks he releases his cock from his pants. Revenge
is the furthest thing from Officer Pederson’s mind once
she gets a look. His cock might have FELT impressive whilst
she was searching him but it LOOKS even better. Just the
way SHE likes them. About 9 inches, circumcised, thick
and best of all, HARD. A large bead of pre-cum is oozing from
the slit and the policewoman is thrusting her face forward
to get at it, even before the man is ready. Excited by her
eagerness he pauses for a second. ‘What kind of cock-hungry
little slut have I caught myself here? You just can’t wait
can you?’ With that he takes his cock in one hand and gently
starts to slap her face with it. This action causes the blob
of jism on the tip to splatter on her cheek. He slaps her cheek
with his cock again, asking, ‘You want this? You want this?’
Without answering, she moves her open mouth, following
his cock, trying to taste it. She looks like a baby bird waiting
to be fed. The man amuses himself by keeping his cock head
away from her searching mouth, ‘drawing’ lines of pre-cum
across her cheeks, like snail trails. Growing bored he
rests it against her lips and asks again, ‘You want this?’
Finally finding her voice the kneeling, handcuffed woman
answers, ‘Yes I want it.’ Then without further encouragement
she continues, ‘I want your cock in my mouth. I want it in
my throat as deep as it will go. I want you to fuck my mouth
like it was a cunt. I want you to come in my mouth and I want
to drink all your spunk.’
<br>
This torrent of filth causes the driver’s cock to swell
and his heart to race. In a voice thick with lust he growls,
‘OK slut, open wide and see if you can cope with this’. As
her lips part he thrust his pelvis forward and buries the
entire length of his prick into her mouth in one stroke.
She feels his balls slap against her chin and desperately
tries to relax her throat to cope with all his width and length
before she chokes. She manages; just in time, as the man
starts to piston his cock between her wide stretched lips.
She swirls her tongue around his pulsing, thrusting shaft
in an attempt to increase his satisfaction. But she is wasting
her time, nothing can add to his enjoyment. He is revelling
in the liberating feeling of concerning himself with his
sexual pleasure alone. With no interest in the bound woman’s
gratification he can concentrate solely on enjoying himself,
wallowing in that most base and simple pleasure; sex!
<br>
As a result of this single-minded concentration an orgasm
is not long in arriving. She feels his cock swell in her mouth
and his thrusting increase in pace. Entwining his fingers
in her hair his entire body goes rigid and his back arches
until the head of his prick feels as it is going to come out
the back of her neck. Then he erupts in her mouth and she feels
his hot seed spray across her tongue and pump into her throat.
Sucking desperately she manages to capture his entire
load in her mouth. She waits until the spastic spasms of
his orgasm have passed and he is looking down at her. When
she has his attention she opens her mouth to show him the
jism that is pooled there. Provocatively, still staring
him straight in the eye, she lets the mixture of sperm and
saliva run from her mouth, dribble over her chin and splash
onto her hard nippled breasts.
<br>
If his cock had deflated in the least this display brings
it back to full erection. Seizing her under the arms he lifts
her to her feet and spins her around. In an instant she is
spread-eagled across hood of his car. Now it was his turn
to kick her legs further apart, before ripping off her panties,
revealing her well juiced cunt to his eye. In an instant
she feels the head of his cock nuzzling between her swollen
labia. Then she feels his hands in her hair, pulling her
head back and asking, ‘Do you want it?’ She doesn’t hesitate
to answer this time. ‘Yeeeessss, I want it!’ Another sharp
tug on her hair and another question. ‘What is it you want
police slut?’
<br>
She knows what he wants to hear. The lust in her voice is all
too apparent as she tells him. ‘I want you to fuck me! I want
that lovely cock of yours deep in my cunt. I want your cock
wherever you want to stick it. Just hurry up and FUCK MEEEEEE!!!!
He doesn’t hesitate more than a second to savor the moment
before sliding his entire length into her in one slow thrust.
To her the feeling is like having her pussy inflated. He
seems to fill every bit of her and reach deeper than she had
ever experienced before. Had her hands been free she would
have been tearing at the car’s paint-work with her fingernails.
All she can do is moan with pleasure at the sensations that
are assaulting her. His cock is splitting her open with
slow strokes, too slow. Every thrust presses her breasts
down on the sun heated metal of the bonnet, burning her nipples.
She can feel his semen drying across her chin and tits as
he wriggles one finger into her tightly puckered ass-hole.
All the time she can hear herself sighing, moaning, and
begging him for ‘more cock’.
<br>
She begins thrusting her ass back at him, trying to take
more of his cock into her pussy at the same time as forcing
more finger into her ass. He ‘reads’ her movements and begins
to respond to them, matching them. In a short time, as if
well practised, they develop a rhythm. Her ass rises to
meet his forward motion perfectly. With a slight rotation
of his pelvis he ensures that his cock head brushes her g-spot
with every lunge, just the way she has always liked. Her
filthy words of encouragement seem to come direct from
his darkest fantasies. Their pace builds but they never
lose their timing. Like expert dancers they move to an unheard
music. The only sounds their sighs and groans and the slapping
of skin coming together.
<br>
They can both feel the urgency growing in the other. She
feels as if his cock has grown bigger inside her. He feels
as if her pussy is about to suck him in. At the same time as
he reaches round to stroke her clitoris she squeezes his
cock with her cunt muscles. The effect, for both, is simultaneous
and mind-blowing. With his head thrown back he roars as
he comes. He comes so hard that he feels as if his spinal column
is being ejaculated. She passes into another realm altogether
and for a little while sees only stars.
<br>
She comes back to her senses eventually to find him undoing
the handcuffs. Tenderly he helps her off the car and turns
her so that they are facing; yet he doesn’t speak. In his
face she sees many things, but she realises that most of
all he is waiting. He is waiting for her reaction. She raises
a hand to his cheek, stroking it. Pulling his face close
to hers she kisses him lovingly, her lips slightly parted.
‘Thanks, ’ she whispers into his mouth. Then she turns,
gathers her clothes and boots and walks back to the police
car, wearing only her bra.
<br>
The cruiser starts up and and begins to move. As she goes
past the driver he is leaning against his car, lighting
a post-coital cigarette. She stops beside and gazes up
at him. ‘Those things, ’ referring to the cigarette, ‘are
dangerous.’ He takes long drag, laughing and then coughing
in the smoke. ‘Not half as dangerous as you lover.’ Still
smiling he asks, ‘How did you know where to catch me this
time?’ Also smiling she tells him. ‘After you went to bed
last night I sneaked a look at your diary. Saw where your
appointment was this afternoon and figured out which way
you’d come.’ They both dissolve into giggles at the double
meaning in her words. Pulling himself together and suddenly
serious he asks, ‘Are you going to be in time to pick the kids
up from school?’
<br>
‘Relax honey, plenty of time, even though I do have to go
home and change now. You were a little rough with my shirt
AND my hair. You’ll have to pay for that, ’ she says with
an evil grin. Her husband starts to protest. ‘I though that
was your fantasy. You said you were tired of being all butch
and dominant and wanted to be forced, to be taken. I thought
it was exactly wanted. You certainly seemed to be enjoying
it.’
<br>
Leaning out of the car she grabs his tie and pulls his face
down to hers. She strokes his cheek until the petulant frown
disappears and tells him, ‘You did great darling. That
was just about the best fantasy that we have made come true.
Thank you. But now I have to go. I’d hate to have to use the
siren to get to the school on time. Give me a kiss.’
<br>
As he complies he suddenly remembers that he should be mad
at his wife. ‘Did you have to break my tail-light? Wasn’t
that taking the role-playing just a little bit far? And
what am I going to do about this afternoon’s appointment.
I was seeing Billy at Interstate Trucks. I’ll never stay
ahead of target if you don’t stop arresting me?’ His wife’s
reaction is to laugh. ‘Stop worrying honey. You forget
I went to High School with Billy. I already rang him and told
him you were sorry and that you would be by tomorrow. I also
told him that if he didn’t give you the order I’d never let
him off another speeding ticket.’ With that she puts the
police car into gear and moves off, waving and shouting
out the window, ‘See you tonight darling.’
<br>
Her husband smiles and waves at the departing car until
a thought crosses his mind. Suddenly he is running after
her car, swearing and shouting, ‘Let him off his speeding
tickets huh? How does Billy get out of his tickets? Tell
me how!’ He stops running when he sees her car accelerate
and walks back to his own car. He smiles as he imagines ‘interrogating’
his wife for more information about Billy and his tickets.
‘Hope she brings the cuffs home tonight.’ he is thinking
as he opens the door.
<br>
Then suddenly he is cursing again before eventually getting
the joke and starting to laugh. He that he is going to ‘pay’
for the torn shirt and pulled hair a little sooner than expected
as he looks at the ignition where the keys should be. As he
started on the 2 mile walk into town he actually smiled and
whistled. By the strange rules of their own private game,
he now had the upper hand. Next time, she would be the one
who had to ‘pay’.

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A healthy fantasy life can be very fulfilling to a pair of
consenting adults. I enjoyed the story and your telling
of it. Thank you

7/27/2005

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Excellent "tail". Thanks.

7/27/2005