I groaned, shaking my head, my stomach lurching again. 'Is that really necessary?'
I felt his hands on my ankles, which were bare, since I was wearing Birkenstocks and a sundress. His palms felt enormous as he slid his hands up my calves.
'Wh-what are you doing?' I breathed, turning to look down at him squatting behind me.
'Searching you,' he replied calmly, his hands slipping further up, past my knees. He was under my dress, now, instead of over it, touching bare skin.
'Is this really necessary?' My breath caught as his fingers worked their way up my inner thighs. 'It's not like I could carry a concealed weapon under a sundress, right?'
'I don't know.' His voice was low and he stood behind me, his hands not moving from my inner thighs. My dress pulled up as he stood, and I felt his fingers brush between my legs. 'Feels like you've got quite a bit concealed under here.'
Mortified, I bit my lip and closed my eyes. I’d been in a hurry when I left and had thrown on the dress, but hadn't bothered with panties since I knew I had an extra set of clothes in my bag. I glanced toward his cruiser, hoping to see the little red light of a camera in the window, but I saw nothing.
His hand moved up under my dress, over my hips, grabbing my ass. I couldn't move, I couldn't even breathe as he cupped my bare breasts in his hands, my dress pulled all the way up now, leaving me fully exposed.
'Oh my God,' I whispered as he pressed in behind me, his belt digging into the flesh of my back. 'What are you doing?'
I knew in that moment, there were scarier things than getting arrested. I felt his breath against my neck and something hard against my hip. I thought it might be his gun.
'Please.' I gasped as his fingers pinched my nipples, twisting them, making me recoil. 'You don't have to do this.'
'You keep saying that, Anne.' The sound of my name in his mouth made me even more afraid. 'You want to know if this is really necessary?'
'Oh my God,' I breathed, shaking, trying to melt into the car when I heard the sound of him undoing his belt buckle. 'Please, don't, please…'
'You tell me,' he murmured, sliding a hand down my belly and cupping my mound, pulling up tight, making me jerk back against him. His other hand was still rolling my nipple, which showed the first sign of my body's betrayal, hardening under the cool air and his attention.
'I don't understand,' I gasped, looking toward his cruiser again, past it, searching the road for other cars and knowing I wouldn't find any. It was four in the morning and we were in the middle of nowhere.
'Do you want to be arrested?' He grabbed my shoulders and propelled me toward the front of my car. I screamed, I couldn't help it, panicking. I stumbled over my sandals and they came off as he grabbed my arms, twisting them behind me as he bent me over the hood.
'Please,' I pleaded, real tears coming now. 'Please don't do this-'
I heard the handcuffs before I felt them clicking around my wrists. I groaned, pressing my flushed, wet cheek to the hood of the car.
'If I arrest you…' His hands slid under my dress again, moving it up over my ass. The air was cool against my skin. 'It's four points and a thousand dollar fine for driving with a suspended license. That's not including the three hundred dollars it will take to bail you out of jail.'
I gasped, half at his words, half at his fingers probing between my legs.
We didn't have thirteen hundred dollars. We obviously don't even have sixty to pay the speeding ticket in the first place, or I wouldn't be in this position, would I? I winced as his fingers searched and groped my flesh.
'Are you going to arrest me?' I looked toward his car. I couldn't see it from this angle, where I was laid out on the hood, but the flashing lights continued, giving a red cast to everything. At this point, I was thinking a night in jail wasn't such a bad thing after all.
'I'd rather fuck you.' His fingers were inside of me now, pushing in and sliding out. I bit the inside of my cheek, trying not to scream or cry.
'Do… do I have a choice?' I gasped as he spread my legs wider.
'Not really.' He used his fingers to open my lips. I did cry then, silently, feeling his hand rubbing roughly between my legs. I knew it wouldn't matter if I screamed or struggled-there was no one out here but us.
'Don't move,' he cautioned. I felt the weight of him move off of me and heard the sound of his boots on the gravel again. I twisted, trying to see, but couldn't.
'I'm not going far,' he assured me, and then I felt his breath against my thighs, his palms spreading open my ass.
'Please,' I whispered, but I barely heard myself.
His fingers and tongue slipped between my pussy lips, spreading me open. His hands pressed my thighs even wider, and I felt his cheeks against them as he slid his tongue up and down my slit.
'No,' I groaned, straining against the handcuffs, my shoulders aching.
'You have a beautiful cunt,' he murmured, licking me up and down, long, slow laps with his tongue. 'Doesn't that feel good?
I held still then, my mind racing. I couldn't stop whatever he was intent on doing, and although it had occurred to me perhaps he wasn't going to ever let me go, I fought against the panic of that thought. He clearly wanted me to feel pleasure-maybe if I feigned some, this could be over much sooner?
'Yes,' I whispered, spreading my legs a little.
He moaned at my response and slid his fingers into me, pumping them slowly in and out while he continued with his tongue, making me wet with his saliva. I closed my eyes, letting out a few whimpers and sighs, and he increased his pace, his fingers thrusting deeper, his tongue focused on my clit. It seemed to go on forever, his mouth and the wet sound between my legs, and I was getting lost in it
'Oh God,' I whispered, feeling him suck my clit between his lips, his tongue moving back and forth over my flesh. 'Please.”
My body conspired against me and the pleasure came unbidden, a delicious tension, building up, becoming more and more urgent. I whimpered my frustration and humiliation against the hood of the car, squirming in an effort to make it all end.
'Do you like that?' he murmured against my pussy, his fingers slowing a little. 'Do you want me to continue?
My pussy betrayed me, throbbing under the attention of his mouth, aching for more.
'Yes,' I whispered, arching my back.
He sank back into me with a groan, burying his face between my legs, licking and sucking and nuzzling the soft flesh there until I was writhing with the sweet torture of it. He was relentless, staying right with my clit, licking it with faster and harder strokes.
'Ohhhh!' It happened so fast I hardly had time to feel it coming. I shuddered with my climax, his hands gripping my ass as I came, his tongue still working until I was spent, weak and trembling.
I could barely stand when he pulled me off the hood of the car, and was almost grateful that he pressed me to my knees. I looked up at him as he unzipped, sliding his uniform pants down and pulling his cock out of his shorts. It was big and hard and pointing right at me.
'Open your mouth,' he instructed, easing the wet head past my lips.
I whimpered but complied, shifting my weight, small rocks in the dirt biting at my knees.
He groaned as I took the length of him, grabbing my hair and pulling me in closer. I gagged, choking as the tip of his cock touched the back of my throat. He slid out but then shoved back in again, moving even deeper this time, making me feel like I was drowning in his flesh.
'Suck it,' he growled, looking down at me.
His eyes were dark with lust as he watched himself disappearing into my mouth. I worked my lips and tongue up and down his length, and since my hands were still restrained behind my back, they were no help at all. I just had my mouth, a hot, wet cavity I used to swallow him again and again until he was moaning and thrusting and grabbing the sides of my head.
I had my eyes closed for a long time, just taking him in, letting him use my mouth for his pleasure. When he slowed a little, breathless and groaning, I opened my eyes and saw the butt of his gun above the holster at my eye-level.
