notcuddly
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It is late at night in the summer. You have just been pulled over by an unmarked police car on the main road heading out of Dublin.
I tap on your window and flash my ID card. You see that it is a genuine Garda Siochana warrant card for a Detective Sergeant and wind down the window.
"Good evening, ma'am. Could I have your driving licence please?"
You root around in your handbag and produce it. I take it out of its plastic envelope and inspect it. I put it back in the sleeve but do not give it back.
"Are you aware that this is a 100km/h zone?"
You nod.
"Then why were you doing 140? On a promise are we?"
"No, officer. I was just in a hurry to get home"
I walk round the car, paying particular attention to the rear lights and the NCT, tax and insurance discs. Your heart slows as you realise what I am seeing.
"Madam, your tax is three months out of date and your NCT is invalid. I am afraid that I must impound the car. Do you want to ring someone to come and pick you up?"
You start to apologise. You know that you are late but you had genuinely forgotten and you would pay the tax immediately if I let you off.
"Madam, I am sorry but it is the law.The car will have to be impounded. And possibly scrapped."
Again you start to explain that you had forgotten and that you would pay tomorrow and you need the car for work and is there something I could do to let you off.
"Madam, I do hope you aren't trying to bribe me or offer me your body?"
There is the slightest element of offer in my voice for the second option. For a moment, you doubt that you heard it and then you figure that there is nothing to lose.
"And if I were to offer you my body? What then?"
I look at you sternly. 'Don't mess with me bitch. If you offer me your body you can keep the car but I want it all. Your mouth, cunt and arse. I will fuck you and spank you and use you as I wish."
I smile politely, my mood changing back to the courteous guard who initially stopped you.
"Well Madam, what will it be?"
"If that is what it takes Officer. And you will let me go on my way when you are done with me?"
"That is indeed what it will take you snotty, stuck up bitch"
I stand up by the window, reach through and press your head against my cock. Rubbing your mouth against my erection through the material of my trousers.
"Follow me"
I get in my car, rejoin the road and drive for a quarter of a mile before turning onto a small side road and then down a track, stopping behind a deserted barn. I get out walk to your car and rap on the window. You lower the window and my hand reaches in, grabs you by the hair and again pushes your face into my crotch. "Take it out and suck it." Your hands come up and undo my zip, reaching in and trying to extract my cock. You struggle a little so you undo my belt and top button and pull it out over the top of the boxer briefs. You start to lick the sides but I poke it at your mouth."I said suck it not lick it." You open your mouth and take the head in. "That's better. Now suck it, madam." You start to suck gently on my cock, my hand holding your head steady, my crotch against the window. The tip of my cock in your mouth.
I pull away and reach down, opening the door and pull you out. I slide my hand across your blouse, squeezing each breast roughly.i pull open the blouse, possibly tearing off a couple of buttons until your bra is exposed. The only light is coming from the interior light of your car as you stand I the open door. I pull down the cup exposing your right breast, it's proud nipple hardening as it is exposed to the slight chill of the summer's eve. I grasp it between thumb and forefinger. Squeezing hard. You gasp but cannot retreat because of the door behind you. I ease your left breast free and lower my mouth to the nipple, taking it between my teeth, biting and pulling back until you exclaim. I release it and kiss you, full on your mouth, pressing you against the door, my tongue thrusting down your throat, you not responding, your tongue still. I pull back. "Try and show a little life, ma'am. It doesn't really bother me but who knows, you might enjoy it."
I push you down and through the open car window, reaching down and operating the electric window, trapping you. The window is up far enough so that you cannot escape and I lower it a little so that you can breathe easily. I walk round the door and squat in front of you, caressing your face. "That's better. Now you are nearly ready for the rest of the night." I slide my hand down and slap your right breast and then your left. I stand up and move to your rear. I pull up your skirt over your hips exposing your knickers and the smooth expanse of your thighs before the elastic tops of your stockings. I slide my hand across your buttocks before pulling down your panties and smacking you on the arse. My hand slides up your crack, across your clit, your urethra and then your vagina before toying with your anus. "Now where should I begin?" I slide my finger from ass to pussy, never entering either, just playing at the edge. "Which one should I fuck first, ma'am? Your cunt or your arse? Which one?" You remain quiet and I announce that I have an idea. I smack your arse again and walk to my car, my erect cock swaying as it sticks out of the top of my pants, one hand holding up my trousers. I open my boot and rummage around before returning with my expandable baton in hand. I flick it out to its full length and present the thinner end to your face. "Spit on it." You look up at me defiantly. "Spit on it. It's for your own good. Spit. On. It." You look exasperated and appear to be about to spit when you announce that there is lube in your handbag and I should use that.
I walk round to the passenger door and grab your bag. I walk back behind you and rest your bag on your back. I root through your bag pulling out items, inspecting them before throwing them into the car. The fourth item is a tube of lube which I stand on the car roof. "What else is in here?" More searching, throwing of unwanted goods before I exclaim with delight. "Madam appears to have not only lube but a vibrator in her bag. Is madam not getting what she needs at home? Or is madam a carpet muncher? If I look further will I find a strap on?" You remain silent. You may be about to be degraded but you see no reason to add to my amusement.
You hear the top of the lube click open and the splurt of the lube being squeezed onto something. Then the cold, hard tip if the vibrator enters your arse. Halfway in, it stops. Then the motor starts and the vibrations echo through your arse. Another spurt of lube and the colder, metallic tip of the baton enters your vagina. Even supported by my hand, you can feel the weight of it. It slides slowly in and out of your pussy, guided by my hands.
"Do you like that, madam? Does that feel good? Is that better than your lesbian bitch? Or your pathetic husband?"
I tap on the exposed end of the vibrator, pushing it deeper into your arse, the baton reaching deeper inside you, the vibrations seeming to travel up the vibrator and then down the baton, increasing their effect. I lower the baton so it is resting on the ground and move your hips up and down so that you are now fucking it. Moving round to face you I squat and cup your face in my hands. It is now obvious that your body is reacting to the stimuli. You are flushed, breathing hard and your cheeks are red.
"See madam. Better than whatever you have at home, isn't it?" I roughly squeeze your right breast "keep fucking that baton, madam" and standing, I place my cock in your mouth. This time, no instructions are needed, you start sucking immediately, drawing me in, your hands on my arse, pulling until I am buried as deep as I can go.
Your tits and arse exposed, bent through a car window and trapped there, a vibrator in your arse, fucking a Garda baton and sucking my cock as I roughly squeeze your nipples. My voice getting hoarder as I approach climax.
"Does madam want my cock? Oh you dirty bitch. Does madam like sucking my cock? Does the dirty bitch want to swallow my sperm?"
Your rear end is starting to move more raggedly now. The motion of your hips less steady. The vibrations and the steady movement of the baton bringing you to orgasm as I reach mine. Your knees buckling as my sperm erupts in your mouth, my hips pressing against your face, your hands gripping my buttocks until we are both spent.
I pull out of your mouth and reach over, releasing you by winding down the car window. You stand up, the vibrator and baton falling to the ground. I pull you into my arms. "Did madam like that?" I kiss you, our lips meshing, our tongues entwining. "Will madam be speeding on her way home?"
"No my darling. Madam has been punished enough for one night. See you when you finish your shift?"
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