Maggie Buchanan sped down Route 7 south of Lenox, the sun hovering just above the Berkshire hills, a simmering coral glow spreading through the summer sky. The old Mustang convertible, fire-orange like the sun, raced recklessly towards dusk. Maggie felt herself leaning into the corners with her old car, taking them too fast, as usual. She always drove too fast in this car. She couldn't help herself.
The radio turned static; she was losing another station. She pushed the search buttons, trying to find something quickly. Country. Talk Radio. More static. Giving up, she rustled a tape out of the console and shoved it unceremoniously into the deck. Took a long swig out of her bottled water, spilling some over the front of her t-shirt. The evening breeze racing through the convertible, over her damp shirt, stiffened her nipples. Maggie pressed harder on the accelerator, gliding past the off-ramp to the turnpike while listening to an early Dire Straits album.
The sun slipped past the mountains, the sky deepening in colour with every passing minute. Maggie caught sight of the first stars, appearing almost magically, when she noticed the bright lights in her rear view mirror.
The high-beams behind the car nearly blinded her, and were only getting closer. Maggie flipped her rear view mirror to deflect them but it did little to help. The bright white lights were joined by flashing red and blue ones. She cursed under her breath. The winding road had no shoulder and nowhere to pull over. Crossing over the rail tracks and a small bridge, she pulled down a narrow lane towards the river.
Maggie brought the Mustang to a halt and reached for her handbag. The police cruiser pulled up behind her. She was thankful when its pulsing lights were turned off, but felt anxious when she heard the heavy steps on the gravel, approaching. A bright light shone into the driver's area as she pulled the registration papers out of the glove compartment.
"License and registration, please." The sonorous voice seemed to come from ten feet above Maggie. She passed over the papers, squinting as she looked up into the white-hot flashlight.
"Going a little fast back there, Miss…Buchanan," the officer spoke, searching over her license.
"Yeah, uh, sorry about that."
"You got someplace you have to be, goin' so fast?"
"Not really, I guess."
"So you just like driving fast."
"Uh, well…"
"Car like this doesn't know how to drive much other way, does it?"
Maggie rolled her eyes. "Well, not really, no."
"So you must get into a lot of trouble in this car." The policeman's heavy flashlight shone done across her body, slicing through the deepening darkness. Her nipples continued to shiver prominently under her water-splashed t-shirt. For the first time, with her eyes adjusted to the light, Maggie was able to look up and see him more clearly.
"I can take care of myself," she said carefully, looking him straight in the eye. "I don't go looking for trouble." He was tall, alright, but the powerful shoulders and chest were even more impressive. A light coating of hair bristled over his sinuous arms. His flirting annoyed her. He had no idea what he was messing with.
His eyes stayed locked on hers for much longer than they should have. Maggie wondered if she had really seen something twitching in his pants, his crotch at eye-level to her in the driver's seat.
"I bet you do though, don't you," he replied huskily, shaking his head. He leaned forward over Maggie's door, filling the space with his form. "I bet…you like trouble."
Maggie reached for the ignition. She knew she had better get out of there, now. But he had anticipated that move.
"Oh no, I don't think so," he grinned. "Step out of the car, Miss Buchanan." His hand closed over her arm, squeezing it painfully. Pulling her hand off the ignition, he grabbed her keys and stuffed them into his pocket.
"Ow! What are you doing? Give those back! Let go of me now, I'll scream, I swear it!"
"You really think anyone's going to hear you down here?" He pulled her arm and opened the car door, dragging her out. "You chose where to pull over. Nice choice, by the way."
He pushed her against the front fender of the Mustang. "You know I'm going to have to search you now. Spread 'em."
"Screw you, asshole!" hissed Maggie. She refused to budge.
"What a great idea. But you're jumping ahead," he replied. He pulled her legs apart and roughly shoved his massive hand under her short skirt. She fell back against the hood of the car while he explored her crotch under her panties. Swiftly, he sunk two of his fingers deep into her cunt while his thumb pressed hard against her clit. Maggie groaned, and tried to raise her knee into his crotch to stop him. He advanced between her legs now, though, and her movement just let his hand more penetrate more deeply. He pushed a third finger inside her as she writhed against the steaming hood of the car.
"Fuck, oh fuck," she whimpered.
The burly cop plunged his fingers more rapidly inside her, strumming her clit firmly. Her pussy was quickly turning slick with the helpless juices he was drawing out from it. Instinctively, her hips rose off the fender to meet his thrusts. With his other hand, he reached up to her wet shirt and the rigid, quivering nipple underneath it, and twisted it between his fingers.
"Oh GOD!" screamed Maggie. "God, please, oh, fuck…"
She knew it was useless. He was going to make her cum no matter what. God, she actually wanted him to. She wanted to cum, and cum, and feel him filling her and making her cum again. Her cunt was hungry for it, no matter how pissed off she was. She pounded her fists into the hood in torment as the first orgasm shook through her.
"Oh, that's just the tip of the iceberg, isn't it…I bet you have a lot more of that inside you. You want this now, don't you. Say it! Tell me how much you want it."
Maggie moaned as she came, knowing he was right. "You fucking asshole. Fuck me then, go on, fuck me if you can."
"If I can, huh? You little bitch, you're going to find out just how much I can," he laughed, pulling his fingers out. "And just how much you can handle." Maggie gasped at the sudden emptiness. He rolled her over the hood until her pale ass hung in the air. "Take off your shirt and your bra."
Maggie tugged the shirt over her head, then reached behind her to undo her bra. Her tits fell heavily onto the hood, the metal hot to the touch from driving on a sultry summer night. She felt her nipples searing against the car and cried out in pain. He pushed her down hard onto the hood.
"What a pretty sight," he said. And with that, he reared back and smacked her ass hard with his open palm. Maggie recoiled and screamed in surprise, pushing herself harder onto the burning metal hood. He spread her legs apart again and spanked her exposed crotch with full strength, then spanked her ass repeatedly until it was as fiery-red as the Mustang itself.
