John Dorland pressed his foot down on the break, slowing the car down as he approached his usual stakeout spot and eased his navy blue unmarked police cruiser off the interstate and into a wide truck turnout, backing the rear of the Dodge Charger up under the cover of the maple trees that lined the turnout fifty yards from the edge of the asphalt. He turned off the headlights, leaving the engine idling, and flipped on the dash mounted radar, settling back into his seat for the remainder of his ten hour shift.
The amber glow of the cruiser’s parking lamps illuminated the late night like a pair of cat eyes, warning all who passed by that he was on the lookout for speeders. He had been patrolling the same isolated 100 mile stretch of Interstate 5 in southern Oregon for the past twelve years and the two-lane straight, flat expanse of asphalt was a prime target area for drivers to rack up traffic violations.
It was two in the morning and there were barely any vehicles on the freeway, even with it being the peak travel season, with the exception of a few semis that rumbled by, their heavy engines breaking up the silence of the night. In his decade plus of service with the state police, he had stopped several speeders, usually letting them off with just a warning and telling them to slow down. He dealt with the few irate assholes that had to give him a hard time about not wanting a ticket to mar their driving record, giving them the ticket anyway along with a notice to appear in court, which usually pissed off the out-of-state drivers. But at this hour in the morning, he was more concerned about catching drunk drivers even though the occasional speeder still tore through under the cover of night.
John had been sitting for an hour and he had only seen one truck pass by and he let out a long breath. It was going to be a long, slow night. He dropped the windows in the cruiser, the slight breeze of the warm summer air blowing in through the car and warming his already sweaty skin. He closed his eyes, resting his head on the headrest, shifting down further in his seat and drawing his knees up to rest on either side of the steering wheel. He stood 6’4″ and weighed 250 pounds, all of it muscle and the state issued cars were not big enough for his stature, they wouldn’t issue him an SUV no matter how much he insisted, so he had to deal with being uncomfortable and tonight was no different.
To top it off, he had been thinking about his wife all night and his cock was starting to strain behind the fly of his tight uniform trousers, having gone without a decent fuck for five days. His wife was out of town visiting her ill sister and wasn’t expected to be home anytime soon. He had to resort to jacking off but there was only so much satisfaction his fist could give him. And as the mental picture of his wife’s breasts popped into his head, his cock throbbed in his trousers and he lifted his hips off the seat, reaching down to adjust his aching cock in his boxer briefs to a more comfortable position, pushing it to the side so it rested against his thigh instead of against his swollen cum-filled testicles. If he didn’t get fucked soon he was going to go crazy.
Vivienne McMillan sped down the remote section of Interstate 5 in the late evening, the Porsche quickly eating up the asphalt as the needle on the speedometer vibrated against the 105 mph mark. She had two days to get back to Los Angeles and a traffic accident just outside of some small Podunk town in southern Washington had her sitting in gridlock for more than four hours. She had become infuriated at the catcalls she had received while sitting in traffic with the top down on her Carrera. She had dressed to travel, not draw attention to herself but when she looked down at her attire she couldn’t help but notice why she was receiving all the unwanted attention. At 5’11” and weighing 120 pounds with astonishing measurements of 34D-24-35 she was all legs and breasts. Her long hair was twisted up in a windblown knot, it usually fell down around her breasts to hide their size, but it was hot and she had the top down on her Porsche, and her hair was less likely to get snarls that way. Her short white shorts rode high on her sleek tanned thighs and her huge breasts strained behind the thin cups of her demi bra, pushing up and over the V-neck of her cropped white tank top, showing off an ample amount of cleavage and the sheer floral edge of her turquoise bra. She seriously thought about chucking her four inch Jimmy Choo’s at the man in the Ford pickup truck sitting next to her who insisted on her climbing in with him and giving him a blow job in traffic and the more she ignored him, the worse his comments got.
When the road crew finally had the overturned semi out of the freeway and traffic started to move, Vivienne flipped the crude man off and floored the accelerator, leaving the man sitting with his dick in his hand and unable to catch up with her, her car much faster that his beat up truck. Traffic had started to dissipate on the freeway as the sun started to set and she settled back in her seat, sliding a Matchbox 20 CD into the player and cranking up the volume. She cruised along at a high rate of speed, staying in the passing lane and keeping her eyes out for police cruisers. She made pretty good time and as the sun disappeared completely and the stars came out under the warm summer evening, she made even better time, enjoying the wind blowing through her hair as she maneuvered down the open road, her eyes constantly watching the lane in front of her as her Porsche tore down the asphalt. She couldn’t help but think about the man’s crude advances, she hadn’t been fucked decently in over a month, but his toothless grin had her wishing she was back in California.
She blew past an open stretch of interstate, never seeing the amber lights of the car parked under the trees.
The radar on the dash buzzed loudly, bringing John out of his daydreams. The triple red digits were frozen on the LED screen and he pushed himself back up into his seat, reaching for his seatbelt as he shifted the car into gear, flipping on the headlights. A speeder. So much for his boring night. He eased the cruiser onto the asphalt and punched the accelerator, the Charger’s heavy duty engine taking him from zero to seventy in five seconds flat. He could see the blur of red taillights in the distance and he stepped down further on the gas, his adrenaline pumping through his veins as the needle of the speedometer quickly inched towards the 115 mph mark. Shit, this guy was fast. As he got closer, he recognized the shape of the taillights, a Porsche Carrera. It was built for speed but his car was built for the pursuit. When he was a quarter mile behind the speeding car, he flipped on the takedown lights, the red and blue strobes hidden in the cruiser’s grille lighting up the night.
John eased off the accelerator as the brake lights came on the Porsche, tailing the car for another quarter mile before the turn signal was flipped on, the speeding car finally easing off the side of the road in a wide turnout, the headlights pointed towards the bank of trees. He turned the cruiser off the asphalt, the gravel crunching under the tires as he rolled to a stop behind the expensive silver car. The headlights and flashing strobes reflected off the California plates and the first thought that leapt into his head was the expensive ticket he was going to write the idiot who wasn’t aware of the state traffic laws for driving over 100 mph.
He started to reach for his mic clipped to his shoulder to call in his location with the 12-30 and quickly released the button as he caught sight of the mahogany haired woman sitting behind the wheel of the Porsche. He didn’t usually have as much trouble with women drivers, they grumbled and groaned a little as they took the citation they were issued, some even offered sexual advances, and that just pissed him off even more and he jacked up the price of their ticket. Things could get hairy, though, and he might need backup, but he doubted it. Another trooper was too far up the road for assistance.
John reached for his flashlight on the dash and his citation book on the seat and climbed out of the cruiser, straightening to his full height and stretching the kinks from his back, walking across the gravel to the car, his flashlight poised above his shoulder as he approached the driver, looking down at the woman sitting behind the wheel. The high beam of the flashlight illuminated the inside of the car and the woman squinted against the brightness, temporarily blinding her and giving him a chance to look her and the inside of the car over. Her glossy brown hair was pinned up on the back of her head in a sloppy windblown knot. Her large breasts were forced upwards by her bra and they strained behind the low cut clinging fabric of her tank top, her gumdrop-sized nipples were as hard as bullets from the wind that blew across them and pushed indecently against the material of her top. He shined the beam down a little lower, taking in the rest of her, eyeing her shorts that rode high on her legs, giving him a clear view of their long, toned length but not of her crotch, it was concealed under the denim. She had a body to die for and the most beautiful face he had ever seen. He felt his cock twitch in his tight uniform trousers, reminding him that he was still alive and in need of a fuck. “License and registration please, Miss.”
Shit, Vivienne thought, this was the last thing she needed, a speeding ticket. She hadn’t realized she was driving so fast, her car cruising along steadily at the fast speed like anybody else’s did at fifty. She let out a frustrated breath. She was already running behind and now this. She reached over and dug her license out of her pocket book and leaned over in her seat to fish her registration out of her glove box, her shorts dipping low on her hips as she dug around inside for the piece of paper the officer was demanding. “How fast was I going?”
John moved the beam of his flashlight, first directing it at the woman’s huge breasts, they were a lot bigger than his wife’s, and then to the deep cleavage between, down the length of her back to the bare expanse of skin between her tank top and the waistband of her shorts that dipped even lower exposing the flowery triangle of her turquoise g-string at the crack of her ass. He bit back a groan. His wife never wore skimpy undies. “I clocked you doing one twenty in a sixty-five mile per hour zone, Miss.”
Vivienne sat back in her seat and reached over the door frame, holding the pieces of identification out to the man. She squinted against the beam of his flashlight again and lowered her gaze, her eyes focusing on the considerable bulge behind the fly of his tight navy blue uniform trousers and the hardness of his splayed thighs. She let her gaze travel higher up his body to his pale blue uniform shirt pulled taut over his ballistic vest and the wide expanse of his shoulders and further upwards to his handsome face with its chiseled features. She couldn’t make out the color of his eyes, but with his short cropped blonde hair, she would bet anything that they were blue. The brass tag over his shirt pocket said J. Dorland and there were two chevrons on his sleeves over his bulging biceps.
“I’ll be right back, Ms. McMillian,” he said, walking away.
Vivienne looked out her side mirror as he walked across the gravel, catching a glimpse of his solid frame in the beams of the flashing red and blue lights of the cruiser. She let out a low whistle, watching as he leaned against the side of his car as he called in her license for any wants or warrants, knowing he wouldn’t find any. The man was tall, well over the six foot mark, and weighed a good two fifty, all of it muscle. Her eyes couldn’t help but fall on his tight ass in those tight uniform trousers. Who said uniforms weren’t sexy was full of shit. At least she wasn’t getting held back by a pudgy balding cop. She shifted in her seat as he started to walk back towards her, looking out the windshield so he wouldn’t know she’d been ogling his physique.
“Out of the car, Miss. You’re under arrest,” John ordered.
“What!” Vivienne exclaimed, glaring up at him even as she squinted against the brightness of his flashlight. “I can’t be under arrest. All I was doing was speeding.”
He shifted his stance; one had resting on the butt of his pistol on his right hip, the left hand still grasping the blinding flashlight. “You broke the traffic laws. A thousand dollars for the first one hundred miles and twenty five for each addition mile over. It’s my duty to incarcerate you for thirty days, impound your car and confiscate your license. You can voice your complaint to the judge. Now out of the car.”
Vivienne couldn’t believe what she was hearing. It was absolutely absurd. No one got arrested for speeding. She would gladly pay the fine but she wasn’t going to spend a single night in jail. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” she said as she pushed her door open and climbed out of the car, teetering in her high heels in the loose gravel. Her four-inch heels put her just an inch under his height and she met his blue gaze with her own. The look on his face was serious. “Can’t you just give me the ticket? I’m sure we can work something out. Do you have to arrest me?”
“Lady, I don’t kid about the law. Now over to the cruiser.” John watched as she walked in the turquoise blue four inch fuck-me shoes, teetering in the loose gravel. His eyes moved over the length of her long, tanned legs, up over the swell of her ass and the curve of her hips, the turquoise string of her panties peeking out an inch over the waistband of her white denim short shorts. Only a rich bitch would match the color of her shoes with the color of her underwear. With every exaggerated sway of her hips, his cock hardened to the point of pain, the pressure of it straining behind his fly almost unbearable as it throbbed for freedom. Her body was screaming “fuck me” and his cock was screaming “let me at her”. “Put your hands on the hood.”
Vivienne slapped her palms down on the hot hood of the car, the darkness of the night surrounding her as the bright beam of the flashlight was shut off and sat down on the hood of the car against the windshield. She would go along with his little game, but once they got back to the station, one call to her lawyer and she would have his corporal stripes and his badge. She felt his booted foot kick her feet wider apart and her stilettos drug through the loose gravel. “Watch it; those are four hundred dollar shoes!”
“Disrespect for authority. That’s another ticket,” John said as he kicked her feet wider apart in sheer meanness, the gravel cutting into the spiky heels of her shoes. Teach her to piss him off. Her legs were spread eagle, her hands planted on the hood of the car her only means for support, the things she called shoes providing very little traction in the loose gravel. Her barely clad ass was sticking straight up in the air and wiggling back and forth as she tried to keep her balance. “I have to pat you down. Are you hiding any weapons?”
She straightened up, whirling around to face him. She looked down at herself and then up to him. “Are you shitting me? Where could I hide a weapon in this outfit?”
“I said, keep your hands on the car!” he yelled, grabbing hold of her arm and turning her back around. This one was going to have to be taught a lesson on respect for the law. He flattened his hand to the small of her back and pushed her forward, her hips hitting the hard wheel well of the car as his anger mounted. “Swearing at a state trooper, that’s another fine. Would you like to add solicitation to the long list of traffic violations?”
Vivienne struggled against his hold, her hips twisting against the car as her elbow made sharp contact with his vest over his ribs. There was no getting away from his strong hold. He had the upper hand and she could see he was going to abuse it to the fullest.
“Striking a law enforcement officer. That’s a misdemeanor.”
“Hey, get your hands off me,” she screamed into the night as the hand that was holding her back clamped around her neck, pressing her face into the hot hood of the car, burning her cheek. No one could hear her screams in the stillness of the night. Even the occasional semi that blew past paid no heed to the flashing red and blue light of the cruiser. She was helpless.
Vivienne started to panic. She struggled against him, twisting, trying to kick at him but with no avail, he was standing between her legs and much, much stronger than her. “Let go of me, you bastard, I know my rights! A female officer is supposed to be present when you arrest a female!” she screamed as her arm was twisted behind her back and the cold metal of his handcuff was tightly secured around her wrist. She still struggled as he twisted her other arm back, securing the second cuff around her wrist, completely immobilizing her. She could feel his muscled thigh as he shoved it between her legs, pressing into her crotch and holding her pinned to the metal of the car’s fender. Her breasts were flattened against the hood of the cruiser and she could feel the heat of the engine radiate into her chest, as she gasped for breath. “You’re an asshole, you know that!”
“Resisting arrest. And that’s Trooper, you little bitch,” John hissed in her ear as he bent over her back, keeping her pressed into the unyielding steel of the car’s frame. His hips pressed strongly against her ass, the length of his hard cock situated between the cotton covered cheeks of her ass, throbbing for release. He thrust hard against her, wedging his cock deeper between the crack of her ass, letting her know he had more than just a loaded gun that he could use on her. “You lost your rights the second you decided to speed through my state.” He pulled her back up with a hand curved around the back of her neck. “Now hold still, you little rich bitch, and spread those fucking legs.”
Vivienne gasped at the feel of his throbbing dick pressed against her ass. He had a fucking erection! He was enjoying himself. Her anger mounted, her chest rising and falling with each labored breath she drew. She decided a little cooperation wouldn’t hurt, and then maybe he would lessen his hold on her. She widened her stance. “Just get the damn frisking over with,” she said with a huff, tossing back her head.
John hissed under his breath and kicked her legs wider; putting her back in the spread eagle position he had her in before. He felt his cock throb in his trousers at the sight of her lush ass before him, those heels of hers thrusting her ass high in the air. He placed his hands on her bare waist, noticing that it was a hell of a lot smaller than his wife’s as he slid his hands higher up her sides, his fingertips catching under the hem of her cropped tank top, taking it along with them as he groped her sides, not knowing exactly what he would find against smooth bare skin. He shoved her top up, ignoring her protest as his hands came closer to her breasts. He pushed her bra up, the under-wires of the cups dragging hard over her nipples as they hardened into tight buds of flesh even more in the warm summer air as his long fingers bunched the bra and top up under her restrained arms. Her huge breasts bounced on her chest from the motion, swaying against her ribs. He grabbed hold of her firm breasts, filling his hands with the sheer size of them, squeezing them as he rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. She had nice tits. Real, not those silicone ones the rich chicks usually had. “What are these? Ds?” He asked as his hands mauled her breasts, squeezing and tugging on them even more, pushing her breasts up from her ribs and he handled their entire weight. He rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers until they were extremely hard.
“Get your hands off me!” Vivienne yelled in protest, biting back the moan that started to rumble up from her chest. She was more aroused than she was angry. His hands were large, completely encompassing her breasts as he roughly kneaded them to his own satisfaction, pinching and pulling hard on her nipples. She felt her body start to betray her, felt a wetness seep into the crotch of her shorts. She couldn’t believe that his rough treatment was starting to make her wet and she couldn’t squeeze her thighs together to lessen the ache. She had to stand there and take his abuse and try not to let him know she was enjoying it.
John gave her breasts one last squeeze, pulling hard on her nipples till they stood out from her breasts a good inch like hard gumdrops, her silver dollar sized areolas puckered and tight. He dropped his hands to her hips, his fingers sliding under the strings digging into her hips, and lower still as he inched his fingers into the waistband of her shorts, his fingers dipping into the scarcely covered crack of her ass. He slid his hands lower, squeezing the cheeks of her ass, his thumbs pressing into the cotton stretched over her pelvis. He slid his hands around to her flat stomach, feeling the taut muscles of her abdomen clench, as his hand slid lower, down between her wide spread legs, cupping her pussy. He could feel the dampness seeping into the denim. He pulled her back against his throbbing cock, grinding it against her ass. She was just as aroused as he was. This was going to be a worthwhile traffic stop. His wife was hundreds of miles away and he had a wet cunt right here for his taking. “You’re wet. Let’s see just how wet you are.”
“NO!” Vivienne screamed, as she struggled against his hold, pulling on the metal cuffs that bound her wrist, feeling the sharp edges dig into her skin. A feeble cry escaped her parted lips as his hand squeezed her pussy hard, his fingers digging into the tender flesh through her shorts, putting a halt to her struggling and causing her to stand on tiptoe to lessen the pressure.
“I wasn’t asking your permission, you little bitch,” he hissed as his free hand reached for the knife on his belt, flipping open the four inch long blade with a flick of his thumb. He pressed the cold steel blade against her back, stroking her smooth skin with the razor sharp edge, intimidating her. He heard her sharp intake of breath as he drew the tip of the blade across her skin. “When you dress like a whore you should expect a man to notice and do something about it. Now keep those legs spread.”
Vivienne froze at the feel of the blade caressing her skin. Tears started to well up in her eyes as the razor-sharp blade stroked up her spine and back down, shaving the downy hairs off her tanned skin. He was insane or extremely horny. She’d do anything just to get him to leave her alone, even if that meant letting him stick his fingers up her pussy. “I’ll do whatever you want. Just please don’t hurt me.”
“That’s better. A little cooperation and we’re both going to be happy,” he said, his voice low as he stroked her back with the knife blade, the fingers of his other hand pressing firmly into her pussy, stroking her hard through the damp denim. A rich bitch like her had probably fucked thousands of men so what was one more. She could deny him all she wanted to verbally, but her body was screaming to be fucked, he could feel the just how wet the denim was, her cunt was going to be even wetter.
How could she be happy? She was pressed to the hood of a police cruiser with a knife-wielding horny cop behind her calling all the shots. She was completely mortified with her breasts on display, worse her nipples were harder than they had ever been and her breasts were heavy and swollen from his rough mauling. She’d never had sex with any of her boyfriend’s outside of a bedroom and here she was about to get raped, by a cop no less, outside along the interstate where anyone could drive by. She sucked in her breath when she felt the cold steel blade of the knife against her thigh, holding her breath so she wouldn’t as much as tremble.
John slid the edge of the knife under the hem of her short leg and with a quick smooth jerk of his hand, sliced the denim clean open. One more quick jerk up the other leg and the shorts fell away from her bare ass, never leaving a single scratch on her tanned skin. He sliced through the gusset and the shorts fell to the ground at her feet. He slipped the blade under the flowery triangle of her g-string and popped the strap that ran between the cheeks of that taut tanned ass, pulling the skimpy panties from her body. He folded the blade against his hip and pocked the knife, his hand once again finding its way between her legs. He cupped her smooth, waxed pussy, his fingers sliding over the slick folds of her vulva. Her juices had seeped out of her and were tricking down her thighs. “Ummm, nice and wet,” he said, his fingers parting her labia, slipping between them as he slicked them up with her lingering juices. He felt her hips jerk. “But I think you could be a little wetter.”
Vivienne’s scream turned to a moan as his thick fingers glided along her labia, coming short of her clitoris, the one place she needed to be touched. She groaned, mad at her own self for letting this happen, mad that it felt so good. Even if it was at the hands of the trooper who was physically violating her along the side of the interstate, she needed to be fucked. She moved her hips, desperately trying to get his fingers to hit the nub of flesh that protruded out from its hood.
John pressed his cock hard into her bare ass, forcing her thighs into the fender of the car, immobilizing her. He slid his left hand up her body to grab hold of her huge breast, squeezing the firm flesh as he pulled and rolled her nipple between his thumb and finger. His other hand was busy between her legs, parting the blood-swollen lips of her labia with his forefinger and pinky as he roughly stroked her wet flesh with his other two fingers, never coming close to her clitoris. Up and down, up and down. He could feel more of her juices seep out of her cunt, making her even wetter, her body responding even though her psyche did not. “You like that?”
Vivienne violently shook her head. “No. Please stop,” she lied. She couldn’t fight her body’s own will to respond to his touch. Her boyfriend fingered her pussy, getting her wet enough for his cock but this stranger, this man abusing his power as a law enforcement officer was physically forcing her body to react to his brutal handling. Her juices were starting to seep out of her pulsating pussy and coat his fingers. She did everything she could to keep her hips still.
“What was that,” he asked, his hand squeezing her breast as he simultaneously squeezed her cunt, his fingers digging into firm, wet flesh.
“No,” Vivienne said, violently shaking her head as she desperately tried to keep her hips still, tried to keep from pressing them into his hand to increase the pressure between her legs. His thick fingers were keeping her on the edge, teasing and tormenting her. If he would just touch her clitoris she would explode in a powerful orgasm.
He let out a low growl and parted her labia wide with three fingers, sliding the middle one as deep as he could into her hot, juicy cunt, moving it around until he found her swollen g-spot. He rubbed it hard and felt her hips jerk as soft mewing sounds escaped her parted lips and creamy cunt juice started to run down his hand. He rubbed the spot even harder, feeling her cunt grab at his finger as her orgasm started to build inside her. “I’ll ask you again and you better not lie to me, bitch. You like that?” He squeezed her breast hard, pinching her nipple between his thumb and index finger as he dug his fingertip cruelly into the front wall of her vagina, the pressure on her g-spot forcing her to come hard and fast and he felt her cunt tighten around his long digit, her juices gushing out of her to coat the palm of his hand..
“YES!” she screamed, pressing her hips down onto his hand as hard as she could as her orgasm ripped through her body, her hips bucking wildly, fucking herself against his penetrating finger. “YES! OH FUCK YES!”
“Yes, what?” he demanded, knowing he was inflicting an unbearable amount of pleasurable pain on her but he was in charge and she was going to obey his every command.
“How about this?” he hissed as he shoved three fingers into her narrow cunt, stretching her, pulling them back out before shoving them deeper. Her moan turned to a scream as he repeated the motion of his fingers, shoving them as deep as he could. He felt her cunt tightening around his thrusting fingers as he finger-fucked her hard, more and more of her juices seeping out of her cunt and running down his fingers, his palm and across his wrist. Fuck, she was one hot bitch in heat. “You want me to fuck you, you dirty little bitch? Fuck you against the hood of my car till your cunt can’t take anymore?”
“YES!” Vivienne screamed, her hips thrusting against his hand as his long, thick fingers rapidly plunged in and out of her pussy. She couldn’t believe she was enjoying this rough, forcible treatment from a complete stranger. She had nothing to hang onto, her bound hands clenching and unclenching behind her back. Her legs were trembling as she tried to stay upright in her high heels, every sharp thrust of his fingers pushing her further up onto her toes. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the mind-numbing pleasure that was coursing through her belly. She opened her eyes again, staring out into the night and the red and blue flashing strobes. “Mmmm. Make me cum again, Trooper. Oh, god. Ahhhh. Please make me cum. Mmmm. I need it,” she cried.
He pushed her forward, flattening her to the hood of the cruiser as his fingers plunged harshly in and out of her sopping wet cunt. He panted hard, looking down at her pink flesh all swollen and shiny and wet as it glistened in the flashing strobes. She was more than wet enough but not quite stretched enough to take his cock. His thumb rubbed her clitoris, his fingers digging deeper into her cunt, harder and harder until he felt her body start to tighten around his fingers, heard her breathing start escalate. Her hips jerked against his hand, thrusting back against his plunging fingers as her body tried to suck them deeper.
“Mmm. Ahhhh. Righhhht. Oooo. Theeereee,” she moaned, thrusting her hips back against his hand, riding his fingers as hard as she could. “Uuuggg. I’mmmm–”
And just when she was about to come, he jerked his pussy juice coated fingers from her vagina and slapped her hard on the ass, sending a shockwave of pleasure to shoot through her pussy
Vivienne yelped. Her pussy was stretched and raw from his fingernails scratching her delicate tissues. She needed to come now more than ever and just when she was about to, he jerked his hand away. Her manacled hands kept her from finishing herself off and she groaned in frustration. She looked at him over her shoulder. “You bastard. Put your fucking fingers back in me!”
“I got something better than my fingers,” he hissed as he quickly unbuckled his duty belt and tossed it up on the roof of the cruiser, jerking on the fastenings of his tight trousers. He grunted as he pulled the zipper down over his throbbing and straining erection, pushing his pants from his hips and carefully pulled his boxer briefs down his hips, slowly exposing his engorged cock. His massive rock hard cock sprang from its cotton prison and slapped up against the button front of his uniform shirt, his cum filled engorged testicles bulging out against the tightly stretched skin of his scrotum.
Vivienne gasped at the sheer size of him illuminated by the flashing strobes, making his cock look red and angry. He was huge! The shaft of his cock was eight inches long and stood straight out from a thick nest of dark pubic hair, the thick, smooth tapered head added another two and a half inches and was a big as a ripe plum.. Fuck! He was ten and a half inches long and a good three inches thick! His cock stood straight up in the night air, throbbing against his shirt front with every heartbeat as the blood pumped hotly through the angry blue veins that stuck out and crisscrossed his monstrous length. A clear drop of pre-cum emerged out of the slit on the tip of his cock, glistening red and blue in the flashing lights. His scrotum was the size of a lemon and hung between his legs, swaying slightly under its own weight, his swollen testes almost too big to fit in their protective sac. Her boyfriend only had a seven inch cock and he wasn’t as near as thick. She was going to be ripped from here to the California border with that cock. There was no way it would fit in her cunt; he was too thick, no matter how wide his fingers had stretched her and she started to panic.
“You’re gonna get this fucking cock up your tight cunt.” John wrapped his hand around his harder than granite cock, grunting as he jerked it hard, pushing several more thick globs of pre-cum out of the slit, rubbing it all around the huge mushroomed head. She was wet enough to accept him, cunt juice was running down her thighs but experience had taught him that a woman couldn’t handle the sheer size of his cock without enough lubrication. He flattened his hand to her back between her shoulder blades and forced her back down to the hood of the car. He kicked her legs further apart, opening her to him, the four inch heels of her fuck-me shoes putting her dripping opening just at the right level. He rubbed the head of his cock against her slick labia, coating it with her juices, getting it as wet as he could. He pressed the thick yet tapered engorged head to the tight ring of her vagina and pushed, grunted as he pushed harder, trying to stretch what his fingers had loosened. “Fuck, you’re one tight bitch.” He pushed even harder, forcing more of the swollen glans into her cunt, feeling a slight tear as her cunt opened to accept the first inch of his massive cock-head. It was a struggle to even get his glans inside her and a fine sheen of sweat had started to bead on his brow.
“YOU’RE HURTING ME. STOP, YOU’RE TOO FUCKIN BIG!” Vivienne screamed, tears burning her eyes as she struggled against him, reeling in pain, pain from having her pussy forced open, pain from her swollen breasts and hard nipples dragging across the hot hood of the car. Tears burned her eyes, blurring her vision, her hands clenching and unclenching behind her back. But she wasn’t in a position to fight him, handcuffed and bent over the hood of his car on an isolated stretch of interstate where no one could hear her scream. “PLEASE STOP!” she screamed, sobbing, wincing in pain. Even though the head of his cock was tapered to ease penetration, it was so fucking huge that it wouldn’t go in her tight passage, her body unaccustomed to a cock of his magnitude. She tried to fight him off one last time with a sharp twist of her hips, dislodging the head of his cock, and she raised her leg to dig the spiked heel of her shoe into his shin.
John slammed his knee into the back of her fleshy thigh, pinning it to the unyielding fender of the car as he brought his open palm down hard on her ass again, pushing her chest down even tighter against the hood with his other hand, holding her immobile. “Don’t fight me, bitch, or this is really going to hurt. Now hold the fuck still so I can get that fucking cunt open.”
Vivienne screamed, tears running from her eyes as she felt the hot, hard and swollen head of his cock being pushed into her tight, yet sopping wet cunt. She squeezed her eyes shut trying to block out the pain as he forced the tapered head of his massive cock past the sphincter that closed off her vagina, screaming when he finally broke through. The pain was intense, the swollen head of his cock so huge that he stretched her beyond the natural dilation limits of her vagina. “AHH, SHIT, YOU’RE KILLLLLINNNN’ MEEEE,” she cried, her voice rising an octave with each word, the last one a high-pitched scream as he drove his hips hard into her ass, ripping her cunt the rest of the way open as he rammed ten inches of his skewering cock into her soaking cunt, the head painfully pushing into her cervix. “YEOWWWWWW!” she screamed, tears running freely down her cheeks, her knees buckling under the force of his penetrating blow, the fender of the car and his deeply rooted cock the only two things holding her up. She’d never had man in her that deep before and she tried to inch her hips forward to ease some of his length out of her but her hips were pressed up against the fender. “YOU’RE TOO FUCKING DEEP! OH, GOD IT FUCKING HURTS! TAKE IT OUT, PLEASE TAKE IT OUT! I’LL NEVER SPEED AGAIN! JUST TAKE YOUR FUCKING COCK OUT OF ME!”
He slapped her ass again, the stinging blow hitting the same spot as the first two, leaving a raised visible burning red hand print on her fleshy cheek. “Shut up, bitch, and take my cock like the fucking slut that you are,” he hissed. He pulled his hips back, his thick cock dragging on her swollen tissues till he had the circumcision ring caught on her torn sphincter, only to ram it back into her, his swollen testicles slapping against her slick vulva. She was a whole helluva lot tighter than his wife, even tighter that that eighteen year old girl that worked at the sandwich shop he frequented, and sure as hell a lot tighter than his second cousin. He was going to love fucking this bitch.
Vivienne stared out into the night illuminated by the red and blue flashing strobes, whimpering as he pounded his cock in and out of her, painfully stretching her wide to accommodate the sheer size of his massive cock as he repeatedly assaulted her slippery cunt. She could hear his grunts, his animalist groans, feel his large hands dig into her hips as he held her steady while he slammed his hips into her ass, shoving his cock as deep as he could. It was best not to fight him, the pain nowhere near easing and he pounded away at her harder and harder, his pendulous scrotum noisily slapping against the wet, swollen lips of her vulva, as he violently raped her tender cunt. She groaned. “UHH…OHHH…FUCK…FUCK…YOUR…COCK’S…SO…OHHH…FUCKIN’…HUGE!”
She could feel the thick veins of his unsheathed cock rubbing the swollen, tender walls of her vagina adding even more friction to the plump head of his cock as it tugged hard on her tissues as he pulled ten inches of his cock out, forcing it back in even harder, the pointed tip pushing into the spongy opening of her cervix. Then the impossible happened, she felt herself getting turned on, her swollen walls filling with even more blood as she became even more aroused, more sensitive as he raped her tight cunt with that monster cock. Her juices started to flow and he must have sensed it, too, because his savage thrusts were harder, driving her hips and thighs into the fender of the car. “UHH…OHH GOD…FUCK ME…UHH…FUCK ME!!!” Her breasts painfully dragged back and forth on the hot hood of the car, her hard nipples burning from the friction and the heat coming from the idling engine as his thick cock sliced into her, each blow forcing her hips into the unyielding steel of the car. Her manicured nails bit into the palms of her bound hands as she desperately tried to hang onto something as she twisted beneath him, pushing back against his hips as he powered his forward, slamming her even harder into the car as he got the last two and a half inches inside her, forcing open her cervix. She cried out as the unyielding metal bruised her hips, as his monster cock painfully rearranged her reproductive organs. “FUCK, OH, FUCK I’M CUMMMMINNNG!” she screamed, standing on tiptoe as her legs quivered and shook, her tightly stretched cunt clamping down hard around his cock as her cunt spurted juices all around his pistonning cock as he forced it deeper into her drenched cunt as her orgasm tore through her, her creamy juices dripping down onto his swaying scrotum.
“FUCK, YOU’RE ONE HOT FUCKIN BITCH!” John hissed through gritted teeth as her cunt tightened around his swollen cock. He grabbed hold of her heaving hips as he anchored her to the hood of his cruiser and pounded into her quivering cunt made even slicker with her creamy juices as he fucked her through her orgasm with all the force of the Mack truck that went barreling by on the interstate. He looked down at his swollen cock coated with a thick layer of her creamy cunt juice tinged pink from the blood of her torn sphincter as he pounded it in and out of her wide stretched hole, in and out as hard as he could, grunting as his pussy juice coated testicles slapped against her vulva with every deep lunge as he rammed all ten and a half inches deep into her cunt, forcing her open even more as his cock swelled. He could hear her steady moans as he hammered away at her cunt, the slick swollen head of his cock tugging on her delicate tissues, pushing hard on her cervix as he bottomed out with each thrust. “You like that huge cock stretching your tight little cunt.” He grunted like an elk in full rut; sweat beading on his forehead and neck, tricking down his back and soaking into his undershirt, as he fucked her like an animal, harder and harder, his hammering hips forcing hers to bang hard into the fender. She was one tight bitch and he had yet to loosen her up. He could feel his testicles draw up as they started to release a load of spunk and it was too soon. Too soon to come in this hot little bitch sprawled out on the hood of his cruiser.
John pulled his cock out of her with a loud sucking pop, grabbed hold of the back of her neck and pulled her to her feet only to force her down to her knees in the rough gravel. His chest rose and fell with each labored breath as he twisted his fingers into her hair, pulling her head back as he took hold of his slick, glistening cock with the other. “Suck my cock.” He hissed when she clamped her mouth shut and he slapped the head of his swollen cock, slick with her pussy juice against her full red painted lips. “What, rich bitches don’t suck cock? Now open your mouth like a good bitch and suck me.”
Vivienne decided it was best not to protest and she opened her mouth, feeling it stretch even wider as he pushed the swollen plum-sized glans past her teeth, sputtering in protest as he pushed more and more of his thick, impossibly swollen cock inside her mouth until the plump, tapered head was pressing against the back of her tongue. She started to gag and she tried to lift her head to ease the pressure of having her mouth stretched so wide but his hand clamped around her skull prevented her from doing nothing but sucking him. She had never sucked her boyfriend’s cock before, had been offered a cock to suck earlier in the day, she had always been repulsed by the very idea of sucking on something a man pissed out of and now she had one buried deep in her mouth, her full painted lips wrapped around the thick girth and she was loving it. She sucked him hard, swirling her tongue along the thickly veined underside of his hard cock, tasting her own bloody juices, bobbing her head up and down as she slid him in and out of her hot mouth, he teeth catching on the circumcision ring that encircled the base of the glans. She wanted all of that monster cock in her mouth and she fought the urge to gag as she pushed her face towards his groin, feeling the hard, smooth head push past her tonsils and press against the back of her throat. She could feel her cunt quivering as her juices leaked out of her and she sucked him even harder, drawing as much of his ten and a half inches as she could into her mouth and throat, moaning around his girth as saliva dribbled down her chin, her head bobbing faster and faster as she sucked and slurped on his thick man meat, cramming as much as she could inside her hot, wet mouth feeling it twitch and pulse against her tongue.
“You suck cock better than my wife,” John groaned as he pulled his hips back, ramming his cock down her tender throat. He fucked her face hard, using her throat mercilessly, his testicles bouncing against her chin. He fisted both of his hands into her hair, holding her head as he pounded away at her face, looking down at his swollen angry cock sliding in and out of her painted lips. The only sounds that could be heard in the night was his heavy wet testicles slapping against her chin and the noisy slurping and sucking of her mouth. She was unable to swallow anything but his ten and a half inches of meat and saliva started to trickle out of the corners of her mouth and run down her chin. He could feel his cock swell in her tight throat, feel his testicles start to draw up against his body again as his impending orgasm neared. He didn’t want to come in her mouth, not when he had that tight pussy to pound some more. He hissed as he pulled his cock from her raw throat, her teeth grazing the length of his swollen, vein-protruding cock as he popped the head free of her lips, his angry cock glistening in the red and blue strobes from her saliva.
John pulled her to her feet and grabbed hold her hips plopping her down hard on the fender of the cruiser, grabbing hold of her knees and parting her legs wide before she had a chance to close them. He grabbed hold of her ankles, lifting her legs and wedging the point of her stilettos in the gap between the hood and the fender, forcing her to brace her handcuffed hands against the hood of the car or fall over backwards. Either way was good for him, he was still going to eat that cunt of hers. He pulled her hips closer to the edge of the car, her ass dragging on the hot metal, forcing her to spread her legs as wide as she could.
“OWW. SHIT. YOU BASTARD! MY LEGS DON’T FUCKIN’BEND LIKE THAT!” Vivienne screamed up at him but when she saw the determined look on his face, she complied, wanting that thick cock back in her aching, empty pussy. She braced her shackled hands against the hood of the car; preparing herself for the cunt beating she knew was coming, knew she wanted. She hissed when he slid his thick fingers over her throbbing vulva, parting the raw, red and swollen lips of her labia, parting them further to expose her red, swollen blood-filled clitoris as it throbbed against her glistening flesh like a tiny cock. He bent his head, flattening his tongue to the crack of her ass and slowly dragging it upwards, slipping it deep inside her wide stretched vagina and fucking her with it as he drew her sweet, musky cream out before he commenced with licking all the thick cream that clung to her labia, higher till he flicked the very tip across the aching nub of her clitoris, her scream tearing through the starry night. He closed his lips tight around the hyper-sensitive piece of flesh and sucked as hard as he could, drawing it into his mouth as he flicked it again and again with the tip of his tongue.
Vivienne moaned, thrusting her swollen, battered cunt up against his mouth as she dug her spiked heels deeper into the hood of the cruiser. “MMMMM. OH GOD, EAT ME.” Her hips jerked as his tongue darted around her clitoris, lapping up her creamy juices before sucking the piece of aching flesh into his mouth, rubbing it hard with his tongue. His teeth tugged on the slick, swollen lips of her labia as he sucked on first one and then the other, stabbing at her drenched, tender flesh with his tongue before closing his teeth around her clitoris and pulling hard on it as he working it harder and harder with his tongue. She screamed when he shoved three thick fingers into her raw pussy, fucking her hard with them as he sucked even hard on her clitoris forcing another orgasm out of her. “FUCK YES, EAT ME, TROOPER, FUCKIN EAAAT MMMMEEEEE!” Her cunt tightened around his plunging fingers, sucking them deeper as her orgasm tore through her, her hips bucking hard against his face as she spurted hot cunt juice all over him. “FUUUUUCK, I’M CUMMMINNN AGAAAAAIIIIN!”
He raised his head, his mouth and chin glistening with her pussy juice and he licked his lips, smiling. “That’s the best cunt I’ve ever tasted, nice and salty sweet with just enough musk. And I’m not done fucking it yet.” He grabbed hold of her hips, dragging her even closer to the edge of the fender and wrapped his hand around his throbbing too-thick cock, lining the dripping tapered glans up with her gaping, leaking hole and slammed his entire cock into her slick cunt with one hard lunge, stretching her wide open yet again, his knees banging into the wheel well. She screamed and he felt her instantly clamp down around his cock and he pulled it back out, feeling the slick pull of her swollen pussy lips along his cock until just the glans was at her entrance and he drove all ten and a half inches back inside her drenched cunt, his swollen testicles slapping against her ass. She bucked wildly beneath him, moaning and arching, thrusting her hips high as she no longer struggled, taking every thick inch as deep as she could. She was one hot bitch eager to have a huge cock shoved up her cunt.
Vivienne braced her hands on the hot hood of the car, threw her head back, groaning as his thick cock skewered into her, forcing her cunt back open, thrusting her sweaty breasts high into the air. She bore her hips down on his thick cock, shoving him even deeper, till the swollen glans pushed against her battered cervix. She knew she would never be able to take a small cock again, not after having this fucker rip her open. “FUCK ME! FUCK ME LIKE YOU HATE ME! MAKE ME YOUR BITCH!”
John braced his hands on the cruiser’s fender and pulled his hips back, his slick cock leaving her briefly before he rammed it back into her, his hips slamming into her pelvis. He fucked her harder than he had ever fucked his wife, grunting with every blow of his cock as he powered into her. Faster and faster, harder and harder he drove his cock into her, his balls bouncing against her ass. He looked down at her in the flashing strobes, down at her sweaty breasts as they jiggled on her chest with every driving thrust of his cock, her nipples rock hard and areolas puckered. He leaned forward, licking first one nipple then the other, feeling them tighten against his tongue. He opened his mouth wide over her breast, dragging his teeth over her areola as he clamped his teeth around her hard nipple, pulling on it until she cried out from the painful pleasure.
Vivienne threw her head back, her teeth clamped down on her bottom lip as her body started to tighten around his invading cock. His thick meat pole skewered into her, hitting her g-spot, forcing her closer and closer to her own orgasm. She clenched her manacled hands against the hood of the car, bucking her hips against every one of his hard down strokes, groaning as his painful thrusts shoved her ass into the hard metal. She had never been fucked like this before, so hard, so raw, so savagely. “FUCK ME, YOU BASTARD, FUCK ME HAAARRRD!”
“YOU’RE MY BITCH NOW,” John hissed and grabbed hold of her hips, holding her in place as he pounded away at her with sadistic, animal lunges, his slippery cock slapping loudly into her juicy cunt as their pelvises collided, forcing her cunt cream to spurt out of her wide stretched hole around his hammering cock. His ass was on fire from his fierce lunges, his lungs starting to burn from his labored breaths. His testicles were starting to draw up tight against his body and he couldn’t deny his orgasm any longer. He bore down harder on her, fucking her ass into the hot metal. Harder and harder, ramming into her, skewering into her cervix.
Vivienne groaned, slamming her hips upward, taking the hard blows of his thick fuck-pole as deep as she could. She gritted her teeth, trying to fight off her orgasm, but his hard, thick cock was too much for her as it rubbed against her clitoris with every profound plunge. “I’M CUMMMMMINNNNG, FUUUUCK, I’M CUMMMMMINNNNG. FUUUUCK MEEEEEE!” she screamed, as her orgasm ripped through her, her cunt starting to spasm around his thick cock. Her body shook violently, her inner muscles clenching and unclenching around his plunging cock. Her juices spurted around him, soaked his cock and seeping out onto his balls and trickled down her thighs.
John dug his fingers into her flesh, throwing his head back, a deep animal growl tearing from his throat as he hammered his cock in and out of her quivering, orgasm-slick cunt as fast and a deep as he could, his own orgasm tightening in the base of his spine, his hard, swollen testicles drawing up tight against his body. He slammed into her and he felt them contract, shooting out a heavy load of sperm and he hammered even faster, pushing his hot juice up into his cock as it swelled inside her from the sudden rush, stretching her even wider. “FUCK I’M CUMMING,” he hollered and his hips jerked as the first hot gush of spunk splashed against the walls of her vagina. He grunted, slamming his cock deeper, soaking her cunt with another heavy spurt of cum. He bore down even harder on her, yanking her closer, forcing his swollen, spurting glans past the spongy neck of her cervix, pushing it in as deep as he could with a sharp jerk of his hips, jetting one heavy thick stream of sperm deep in her womb after another as his cock spilled his entire load. He thrust against her several times, grunting as he emptied his balls in her uterus, using the tight, spongy walls of her cervix to milk his cock. One last hard thrust and he was drained, his cock squishing around inside her as he forced his sperm as deep as it would go.
He slowly pulled his cock out of her with a loud, sucking pop, the reverse suction causing his thick, milky-white semen to pour out of her contracting, well stretched cunt, running down the fender of the car and drying instantly in the hot, night air. He bent down and scooped up her torn panties, using the thin triangle of lace to clean their foamy comingled juices from his cock that trickled down the length to drip off the still swollen glans before wiping all of their juices from his shrinking scrotum. He sniffed her soaking wet panties, smiled, and tucked them into his uniform shirt pocket. He pulled his boxer briefs back up, carefully tucking his still swollen and sticky, yet very satisfied cock back inside, before pulling up his trousers and tugging the zipper up. He reached for his duty belt on the hood of the cruiser and buckled it around his waist.
Vivienne wiggled her heels out from between the crack in the hood and slowly lowered her legs. She slid off the cruiser and stood up on weak, trembling legs. Her pussy was sore and throbbing and she could feel his semen running down her thighs in thick rivulets, drying instantly in the hot, summer air. She felt his hand on her arm as he turned her around, unlocking the cuffs that still bound her wrists. She rubbed her red, raw skin, feeling where the metal had dug into her flesh. She pulled her bra back down in place and smoothed her tank top down over her sides. She bent down and gathered up her shredded shorts. She looked at him in the flashing strobes, holding her clothing against her battered, cum-filled pussy.
“Get the fuck out of here. And don’t let me ever catch you speeding through my state ever again,” John said, giving her a push forward.
Vivienne walked back to her Porsche, feeling his semen swish around inside her bloated stomach. She couldn’t believe she had just fucked her way out of jail time. She eased her bruised pelvis down onto the leather seat, feeling more of his sperm gush out of her gaping cunt and splash down onto the seat. It was going to be a long, sticky ride back to California.
One year later…
Vivienne slowly rolled her car up the long driveway coming to a stop behind a dark SUV. It had taken several months, but her lawyer had tracked him down. She shut her car off and gathered her belongings from the back seat, walking up the cobblestone path to the front door of the single story house. She knocked on the door and waited patiently. When the door was opened by a short, brown-haired woman, Vivienne pulled her sunglasses off, looking up at the woman. “Mrs. Dorland?”
“Yes,” the pretty brunette said. “Who are you?”
“No one in particular. But I would like to return something of your husband’s,” she said, lifting the car seat/carrier up towards the woman, the pink blanket tucked around a sleeping three month old baby. The paternity test excluded her boyfriend, which only left one person.
“What is this?”
“Why don’t you ask your husband,” Vivienne said as she turned around, walking back down to her car and leaving the woman holding the baby.