by Jamie Klaire
Keeping her eyes locked on his, she announced her decision. "I want to thank you. I am very grateful Officer. You like boldness? How is this- I'd like to thank you by giving myself to you. By offering to do anything you want.
These handcuffs are making me wet. Having your hands on me while you frisked me against the car made me wet. All I can think of right now is seeing if I can give a good blow job with my hands cuffed behind my back. I want to see for myself what you have fantasized about doing with one of your prisoners. I know you have thought about it. I want to be your prisoner for a little while longer, forced to do dirty things to earn my way out of these cuffs. I want you to do anything and everything you have ever imagined doing to a hot little prisoner under your control.
I want to know that I had Brandy Thompson's husband so hot he could no longer control himself. And, if you could do something about my warrant and make it and my tickets go away..."
"Fuck Emma. Are you sure?"
Emma looked at him with wide, innocent eyes and took the final step. "If I resist Officer, will you spank my bare bottom with your hard, wooden nightstick?"
Emma watched in the mirror as Scott's eyes immediately turned a hard slate blue, darkening quickly with now barely suppressed need. All self-control abandoned, his jaw clenched, making the muscles in his face jump.
"That will just be the beginning." He stated darkly, sliding smoothly into character. He started the car back up and pointed it back into traffic. Scott got dispatch back on the line, telling him "Ok, I'm going to cut this one loose then. Give me a few minute to wrap this up and mark me down as being unavailable for a while. I'm going to lunch."
As he pulled onto the road he said, "If you decide you need to stop this, say unicorn. Because otherwise I am going to take any verbal or physical resistance from my bad, dirty prisoner as an invitation to teach you a lesson. Understood?"
A sudden shiver ran deep through Emma's body, instantly hardening her nipples and pooling in her groin. She looked hard at Scott, the change in him was drastic. For a second she thought about changing her mind. Fantasizing was one thing, following through was something else entirely.
He met her eyes again in the mirror. "I said understood, prisoner?"
Emma nodded her agreement.
"You will answer me out loud, and address me as sir or officer. Understood?"
"Yes, sir."
He nodded, saying "Good girl. You stay a good little girl and please me, and this will all be over soon. You will be back on the road with your warrant and all of your tickets mysteriously gone. If you please me."
Scott drove the police cruiser a few miles, and pulled off the road taking them under the small freeway. She recognized where they were. This was the last exit before the road went over a small lake. It was a large underpass; one end was where locals put their boats into the lake and parked for a day of fishing. The other end was where they still had construction supplies from the building of the bridge. Scott aimed the cruiser between some bridge pillars and a large pile of gravel.
He came to a stop, parking the car in an alcove that hid them from any fishermen, but still out in the open. If anyone veered even just a little bit off of the path people took toward the lake they would be seen.
Emma spoke up, nervous. "This is a public place. If anyone sees us..."
"Silence. No one ordered you to speak."
Scott got out of the car and shut his door. He opened her door with a quick yank and said, "Slide over here and swing your legs out."
Emma did what she was told, scooting her knees around to face Scott. She placed her feet on the grass, sitting on the very edge of the seat facing him.
"You have been a very bad girl. You know that don't you?"
Emma looked up at him through her eyelashes and bit her lip. She nodded, saying, "Yes, sir." Her heart was beating so loudly she was sure he could hear it. Unsure of what she had gotten herself into, she felt butterflies in her stomach as he reached for his belt buckle.
He quickly tugged at the buckle holding his gun belt, but then paused before unbuckling it. He left the buckle intact, instead pulling his zipper down and pulling himself out through the hole the open zipper created and through the slit in his boxers. His hard cock sprung out, already full and throbbing.
Emma stared at the biggest cock she had ever seen. He held his massive shaft in his hand, giving it a quick, squeezing stroke. She watched in nervous fascination as a pearly drop of pre-cum formed on the shiny round tip. "Oh, my." She said, her eyes widening. She looked up at Scott and said, "I didn't realize."
"You didn't realize what?"
"That thing is huge. I've never seen one that big, my boyfriend's is half that size."
"You are going to know from experience exactly how big it is when I make you take every last inch. I want you to remember me every time you try to walk these next few days, Emma. I want you to know what your troublesome little mouth can get you into. Now lick it. Stick that pretty, ornery little tongue out here and lick my cock."
She scooted up a bit more, her ass barely sitting on the edge of the seat and she leaned forward, her hands still cuffed behind her back. She stuck her pink tongue out and slowly licked the underside of the very tip of his bulbous cock.
Scott moaned when her tongue touched the tip of him.
"Spread your legs wider. I want to see what kind of panties you have on under there."
She spread her knees far apart, driving the hem of her skirt higher up her firm, tan thighs. He watched as bright red panties flashed into view, already darker and damp in the middle of the crotch.
"Oh yes. You are already wet for me aren't you. Now open your mouth and take my cock inside. Slide your bold little mouth over me. I want to watch your sweet red lips sliding over my shaft."
He watched as her lips parted wide, and stood still as she took him in her mouth, running her tongue around him in slow circles. She made little slurping noises as she tried to take all of him into her mouth.
"Oh fuck yeah. I've wanted to shove my cock into your mouth since the moment you first opened it."
He grabbed her long dark hair and held onto her silky strands as she started to stroke him with her mouth. His hands fisted in her hair, using the leverage to hold her still while he slowly fucked her mouth.
"I can't tell you how many times I've stood by this open door, some hot young thing in the back of my squad car, my cock inches from their face, and I resisted. I arrested them, helped them slide into the car and then just closed the door. But I couldn't resist with you, could I? No. I had to have your mouth wrapped around my cock. Your bold, tempting little mouth got you in all kinds of trouble today didn't it?" He said, still holding her hair tight in his grip, still slowly fucking her mouth, sliding himself in and out, rubbing his hardness over her tongue.
He began to pick up speed, driving himself faster, deeper into her mouth. She opened wider, trying to accommodate him, but he was so freaking large it was hard. He drove his cock deeper, sliding its sensitive tip along the roof of her mouth, shoving himself down her throat. He held tight to her hair, pressing deeper even as she started to gag. He pulled back just long enough to let her take a quick sucking breath and roughly rammed himself right back down her open throat.
He released her hair with one of his hands, cupping that hand under her chin and using his fingers to press on her cheeks, molding her mouth into a fish face as his other hand still held her hair in a vice grip. Holding her head and her jaw he forced her to take more of his throbbing length.
He suddenly stopped, pulling himself out of her mouth with a wet pop.
"Stand up." He ordered her out of the car. She shook her head no.
"I changed my mind. You are too big." She coughed out, breathlessly.
"Too late. You are mine and I will have you. You will feel my cock deep inside you, filling you, stretching you. Your only choice is how. I can take you willingly, or I can take you fighting and screaming. Either way you are mine to do with a
s I wish. But you have some time to decide, because first, before I fuck you senseless, I want to play with you. I want to see what you look like naked and stretched out against my squad car, and I want to taste you. So stand up, or I will yank you out of the car by your hair. Your choice."
Emma stood up, startled, excited, and a little scared. "Unicorn?" He asked quietly. She shook her head no, not even thinking twice. Something inside of her was reveling in this rough treatment. Her boyfriend always talked too much. "Is this ok? You like this?" No, she ached for someone to take over, someone to make her quiver with desires she didn't even know she had.
"I won't ask you again. You will have to say it." Emma nodded her understanding.
"Good girl." He said to her, his long hard cock still standing at full attention, knob glistening wet from her mouth and sticking straight out from his uniform and slightly aimed at the sky.
He turned her around, her cuffed hands and back now facing him. He held her cuffed hands in one hand and shut the squad car door with the other. Once the door was shut, he pushed her roughly up against the side of the car. He fit himself to her, pressing her against the car.
She felt the hardness of him against her backside, his naked cock bumped and rubbed against the material of her skirt. Her breasts were pressed against the car's window as he held her down, one hand still on her cuffed hands, and the other hand holding the back of her neck in a vice grip.
Instinctively she widened her stance, spreading her feet, and she pressed her ass against the hardness of his cock. Her skirt and panties still stood between them, but she rocked her ass against his hips anyway. Her body begging for things her mind was still scared to think about.
He laughed in her ear and said, "Oh no. Not yet my sweet, eager little prisoner. I have other things in store for you first."
He took his hand off of her neck, and fumbled in his pockets. He found the handcuff key and unlocked one wrist, keeping her pinned against the car with his hips and his hardness.
He grabbed each of her wrists in one of his hands and guided them where he wanted them, above her head. Once both hands were above her head, he slid the free end of the cuffs around a metal bar attached to the lights on the top of the car. He then pulled her free hand to her bound hand, and Emma heard and felt the cuff grab ahold of her wrist once again.
She tugged against the cuffs, testing them. She expected to be cuffed, hell she had wanted it. But she hadn't expected to be cuffed to the lights of the squad car, her hands pulled tight over her head.
"Tug and fight all you want sweetheart, you aren't going anywhere."
He let go of her, secure in the knowledge that with her cuffed to his car he could take his time. He reached down to his gun belt, removing his nightstick. She had asked if he'd spank her bare bottom with his hard, wooden nightstick, but that was old school. Now they are called batons, and are metal and expandable. He pulled the small, collapsed, foot long tube from his belt, held the handle high above his head and brought it down quick and hard. It made a metallic swishing sound as it opened up, revealing its full length and locking into place.
"What was that?" Emma asked, with a small tremor to her voice.
"The nightstick you mentioned earlier. The one I'm going to spank your tight, round bottom with."
As he said that he punctuated his statement with a quick smack on the seat of her skirt with the open palm of his empty hand. Emma jumped in surprise when his hand met her ass with a muffled thud. A groan escaped her lips before she could rein it in.
"Oh, you like that idea, do you? Let's get this skirt out of the way so I can watch your cheeks redden under my hand."
He reached around in front of her, sliding his hands between her stretched taut belly and the side of the police car, deftly unbuttoning and unzipping her denim skirt. He stepped back and yanked, watching as the small skirt hit the dirt, exposing a full, smooth, white ass and a tiny triangle of bright red fabric with a tiny red string separating her ass cheeks.
He whistled through his teeth as he took in the sight of her. His cock twitched at her bright ivory skin next to the deep caramel color where her bikini tan lines began.
"I see you are a sun worshiper. I like it. I'm a fan of tan lines. Plus that sweet protected skin should show my handprints very nicely."
Emma couldn't help it, she wiggled her hips just a bit in anticipation. He laughed darkly at her distress. "Oh yes, you are going to like this. Ever been spanked before sweet Emma?"
She shook her head no.
"I want to hear you."
"No, sir." Emma's voice broke, giving away both her fear and her excitement. She could hear the cars on the road passing at regular intervals on the bridge above her head. The thought of life going on as normal all around her while hers had come to a screeching halt, under an overpass, where someone could find her handcuffed to a police car any second was an immense turn on. Adding the thought of uniformed officer Scott Griffen, with his cock at attention, aiming itself at her ass as he reddened her fair skin with a spanking was more than enough to make her tiny panties drip with musky wetness.
Scott cupped his large hand over her right cheek, rubbing it softly in circles, squeezing it, and then smacking it hard. She jumped again, not expecting it quite yet. Smack. Smack. He swatted her ass two more times, in quick succession.
"Oh, sweet Jesus." Scott moaned under his breath. "You jiggle so nicely when I do that. Your ass was made for spanking, Emma. And my handprint is just starting to show."
Scott moved the baton into his spanking hand, and ran the cold tip of it over the globes of her ass. He pressed the round metal tip of it into the fleshiest part of her swell, watching as it dimpled her.
Emma stopped thinking, her brain shut down all rational thought as she felt the hard tip probing against her. Instinctively she rocked her hips back, tilting towards the seeking rod.
"Really? You want my baton to slide into you Emma? To separate your slick lips and slide through your folds? You want to ride my baton Emma? Both of my batons? And I thought you planned to resist me."
A quiet whimper escaped her lips, and she bent her knees quickly down and up, making her ass bounce in invitation.
Scott aimed the fully extended baton between her legs, sliding the tip up her inner thigh toward her bright red panties. He rubbed the tip against her dripping wet crotch, pressing the damp cloth into her slit, back and forth. He pressed harder, watching as it dipped inside her a bit, stopped only by the delicate fabric keeping his baton from impaling her.
He stepped closer to her, using his free hand to pull the crotch of her panties aside, sliding the metal baton slowly home. He rubbed his fingers in circles over her sensitive clit as his other hand slowly fucked her hole with his police issue baton.
He slid the baton out from between her legs, and said, "Turn your head Emma. I want to watch you lick your juices from my stick."
He presented the sticky end to her, inches from her nose. "Suck it off, Emma. Suck my stick."
Emma opened her mouth and leaned in, licking and then pulling the tip into her mouth, tasting herself on the now warmed metal.
He took the cleaned rod from her willing mouth and brought it down sharply over her ass cheeks, spanking her with the length of the rod.
"Now, turn around."
He reached up, adjusting the cuffs around the light bar, allowing Emma to turn and face him. She was still bound by her wrists to his car, but now her back and butt pressed into the side of the car. She could feel the smoothness of the car under her stinging buttocks.
He stood back, looking her over. His cock twitched in anticipation.
"I knew you would look hot like this." He said, his eyes traveling up and down her body. He backed up a few steps, watching her and fishing around in his pants pockets.
"Wait. What are you doing?" Emma asked, tugging on the cuffs.
"First, I am going to take a picture. I want to remember this moment forever." He said, taking out his cell phone and pointing
the camera at her.
Emma started pulling harder on her restraints. "No. No pictures." She said, thrashing around, trying to get loose. She heard the clicks as he took a couple of shots.
"I didn't agree to pictures, Scott. I mean Officer." She corrected herself at his pointed look.
"I plan on doing all kinds of things you didn't agree to."
He smiled at her efforts to get out of the cuffs. He tucked his phone back into his pocket and walked toward her again. He put his hands on her waist, feeling her fight and wiggle under his hands and against his car made his cock even harder. He slid his hands up over her body, slowly, until he was stretched out the way she was. His hands holding her wrists, his hard cock pressed against her bare belly as her shirt rode up.
"Fight me some more, sweet thing. I like it."
She opened her mouth to protest, saying "No. Stop this. Pictures aren’t what I had in mind."
But before she got the whole sentence out, he silenced her loud mouth with his own. She felt his tongue slide deep into her mouth. She almost bit down hard, but she didn't really want him to stop, so she bit softly instead, giving the impression of fighting him off, but without actually causing him any damage.
He responded by grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her head back. When he pulled her hair, shots of erotic fire ran through every cell in her body. She felt the heat between her legs grow hotter and all she wanted to do was wrap her legs around his waist and have him slide that hot cock inside her pussy and pound her over and over against this car, but she fought the urge, wanting to prolong these feeling as long as she could.
One leg had a mind of its own though, and entwined itself around Scott’s leg. She tried to shift herself so that his thigh was pressed against her pussy so she could ride his leg. His gun belt hurt pressed against her bare stomach. He laughed against her open mouth.
