"Good girl" he whispers in a gravelly voice, thick with the strain of holding back. He pulls out again, and again slides deep. She groans and feels her body react, getting wet, her face flushing so she buries it in the coarse fabric of the backseat. She's so full, she can barely stand it. The head of his cock presses against her g-spot as she lies there, helpless underneath him. He pushes in and out, slowly, so controlled. She pushes her ass up to meet him and hears him sigh in pleasure. His hands find her hips and he pulls her to meet his slow thrusts. He begins to push a bit faster, but still buries himself in her completely and pausing before withdrawing. She finds herself moaning, and then with a shock realizes her body is clenching, she's starting to cum. No no no no no she thinks to herself. Not like this, not with some cop fucking her in the backseat of his car. Not now she repeats to herself, and for a bit this quiets the pleasurable sensations that are building up in her body. But despite her mental protests, she feels a surge of pleasure each time he fills her. Her pleasure comes in waves, drowning out the pain she feels at being stretched by his cock. Her mind is swirling with incoherent thoughts when she lets go and buries her head in the fabric of the back seat and cries out into her gag.
"Good girl. I told you it'd be fun for you, but now it's time for me to get mine" he whispers hoarsely. He begins to pump faster. She gasps as he pumps into her; deep, hard thrusts that feel like her hips will dislodge. She feels her face slide against the rough fabric of the backseat with each thrust.
Her body is still sensitive from her orgasm and his new roughness makes every sensation a blur of pain and pleasure. He's too deep, it hurts. He's too thick, it feels amazing she thinks. She hears his breath become ragged, and he lets out a loud groan as she feels him fill her with his cum. She feels it splash into her, filling her with his hot, wet ropes. He thrusts with each splash of cum that enters her, then pauses for a moment, breathing heavy.
But he doesn't stop. She feels his cock start to soften, but he begins to pump furiously. Even harder than before. His hips make slapping sounds as they hit her ass. He pumps hard and fast, pumping his cum deep inside her and she feels him harden again. He continues pumping her, hard, fast and when he pulls her hair, yanking her head back it adjusts her body enough to where her g-spot is being pummeled. She comes hard, screaming into the gag.
"Yes!" He grunts, sounding angry. "Cum again you fucking whore" and she does. Screaming into the gag as her pussy pulses around him and he groans with the effort of not cuming again. He continues to pound into her, stimulating her again and again making her cum hard and fast again, and again. But this time he buries himself in her, and she feels a second wave of warm cum unload inside her. He groans and falls back, off her, pulling himself out of her with one fluid movement, leaving her feeling empty, breathing heavily off the side of the backseat, eyes half closed in exhaustion at having cum so many times.
She hears him put his pants put on, his belt buckling. He reaches in and grabs one of her arm and with a quick fluid movement flips her onto her back. She squeaks as her arms are pinned painfully underneath her. He reaches to the floor and takes out a small bottle with a tube attached. She squeaks as he pushes the tube inside her and cries out as she's flooded with cold liquid.
"Shhh. It's just a douche" he answers. "Hold it in" he commands as he empties the bottle into her. She clenches her pussy, unsure why she's being so cooperative, but strangely wanting to please him. He snakes her panties from her ankles and puts them in his pocket, giving her a satisfied smile.
He pulls her up and out of the squad car, her knees wobble and he grips her elbow to steady her.
"Now let it out" he commands and she relaxes, letting the water drip down her legs, where it puddles on the side of the road, she hangs her head with shame while he smiles lecherously at her.
He walks her towards her car and when they get to the trunk he bends her over it, unhooking the handcuffs. He runs a hand up her skirt and feels her entrance again, her breath catches, but he doesn't enter her. She rubs her wrists, which are sore and have red marks where the cuffs rubbed her skin raw.
"You were very good...Kate" he says as he looks at his clipboard. He hands her back her registration. He holds her license between his two fingers "but I will be hanging onto this. Tomorrow morning, before 8:00 A.M. I want you to let me know if you're sore or not. You will take some tape - masking tape, electrical tape, whatever and make a 'Y' or an 'N' on your window. If you don't, I will know. If you go the cops, I will know, and you will wish you'd never been born" he growls the last few words, emphasizing his potential threat.
She nods numbly.
"Good, I'm glad we understand each other" he whispers, pressing her against the side of her car, again his hand reaches up her skirt, and his finger finds her enhance. He stares deep into her eyes as he pushes the tip in, she gasps and her hands grip his shoulders. He stares intensely, and she doesn't avert her eyes as his finger goes deeper. When it's entirely inside her he crooks his finger against her g-spot, pressing hard and she closes her eyes and groans, biting her lip and gripping his shoulders as she unconsciously spreads her legs. He smirks and moves his finger, not pulling in and out, just twisting it deep inside her.
"Yes" she breathes, and he presses against her, pushing her against the car. She cries out as he explores her, she clings to him as his finger manipulates her, his rough palm moving against her mound. She feels her pussy begin pulsing, climbing, when he suddenly draws his finger out, she grunts in disappointment. Then he holds his finger to her lips, watching her lick her own juices off, his eyes hungry.
"We'll save that for next time" he breathes raggedly. Then he backs away from her, her chest heaving. He flashes her license and smiles when he says "and there will be a next time" and he walks back to his car, gets in and drives away; leaving her confused, shaky and longing on the side of the road.
