Suede Shoes

She could hear the thunder over the radio music, and she leaned over the wheel to glance at the sky. She hoped that she could race the clouds home. The job interview went horrid, and the last thing she wanted that evening was to ruin her new suede shoes she had purchased. At this point, she was sure she should have just stayed in bed that morning.

A gasp escaped her pouty lips as another bout of thunder almost shook the SUV. Placing both hands on the wheel, she made her decision and pressed down on the gas petal. Ten, twenty kilometers over the limit, and going faster, a mischievous grin formed on her face. She had never done this before. It actually felt good.

It took a grand total of four minutes. Blue and red lights flash in her rear-view mirror and moments later the siren overpowered the thunder. She immediately pressed down on the breaks in panic, and groaned, pulling over. All she needed to end a horrible day was a speeding ticket over suede shoes.

She glanced at her side mirror, seeing the large uniformed police officer step out of his vehicle and walk toward hers.

Oh lord,

she groaned inwardly. Why did cops have to always be so big and intimidating? The seat belt prevented her from jumping out of her seat; the cop had startled her, tapping his pen against her window.

She reached over to the door panel and pressed the button to lower her window. She offered the cop the best dazzling smile she could muster in her state of panic. The clouds were rolling in fast.

"Can I help you officer?" Her voice quaked, and she prayed to just get a warning.

"Licence and registration please," She blinked, not having expected such a husky voice from the officer. The sound almost dripped with the power he wielded at the moment. She reached into her purse for her wallet, and took out her driver's licence handing it to the officer. He took his small flashlight and glanced at the card, while she reached into the dash for her registration papers.

"Do you know how fast you were driving," the officer reached to take the other information. "Ms. Mandy Sheppard?" She groaned again, looking straight ahead, her brain trying to work out the best way to get out of this as quickly...and cheaply as possible.

"Ma'am?"

Oh god,

her mind was completely blank.

Just say something, anything!

"Ma'am, turn off the engine and step out of the vehicle." She turned and looked at the officer in shock.

"I'm sorry, what?"

The officer frowned, leaning against the window and repeated slowly, "Turn off your engine and step out of the vehicle!" She obeyed as quickly as she could. Her hands shaking as she turned the key in ignition. She dared a glance, seeing the officer's heavy impatient frown and quickly unbuckled her seatbelt and opened the door, stepping out of the car.

Mandy cursed herself for wearing a short black pencil skirt. It offered no protection from the rising wind. She figured she should have also worn a jacket over her blue satin blouse. Then again, she had made no plans on getting arrested that night.

The officer tossed her papers on the front seat and took a step toward her. He was much larger now that he was standing beside her, taller too. Mandy was forced to tilt her head back to look at his face. Her head came to his shoulder; the gold shield which was his badge reached her nose.

"Turn toward the car, place your hands on the trunk," he commanded, and she could just stand there shocked.

"Sir, please this is unnecessary. I wasn't driving

that

fast." She hopped on one foot, and then the other and whimpered.

Oh fuck, was that a rain drop?!

She glanced up at the sky again, in horror before getting startled back into the current problem. "Turn toward the Car! Hands on the trunk!" he stepped toward her again, and she actually squeaked, hurried to do as he bid. The metal under her fingers was frigid and she shook in fear and cold.

Oh god!

She could feel him stepping directly behind her. Mandy could feel the polyester blend of his uniform pants against the back of her bare legs.

Of course, I didn't

want

to wear nylons today...

She gasped, her breath getting lodged in her slender throat. He had placed his strong, steady hands around her small waist. His lips, brushed her ear and his breath was hot. "Do you have any concealed weapons, illegal narcotics or any other object you'd like to reveal to me?"

The tip of his fingers, trailed up the sides of her chest and she froze in place terrified.

Oh god,

she thought, feeling the heat of his hands even through her blouse. "No...No" she managed to gasp. She shut her eyes, trying to figure what to do. Her arms shook, her fingers pressing against the trunk of her car. Should she scream? Who would hear?

His fingers spread over her abdomen, moving upwards slowly over her shirt. She started to shake, her breath quickened and she tried to look around for a place to run.

This isn't right!

His hands closed around her breasts, a perfect handful. She heard him chuckling in her ear as he stepped closer, pressing her against the car.

"You have the right to remain silent. I highly suggest it," he whispered, as his hands reached over the front of Mandy's shirt and slipped inside, pushing under her bra. His fingers fondled her beautiful, ripe breasts. "Mmm, all clear."

For half a second, Mandy had a brief sense of relief. He removed his hands from her shirt. But dread replaced her hope fast. Once again, his fingers moved down her stomach toward her navel. She didn't understand how she could come to feeling trail of heat on her skin that followed his fingertips. His hands rubbed against the waistband of her pencil skirt.

"I want a lawyer!" she cried in desperation. She could feel his smirk against the side of her head. He deliberately took her earlobe between his teeth.

"Ma'am, a lawyer isn't going to help you with this. This is a man's job." She let out a groan, and got a hot, husky chuckle from the officer. "Last time, are you sure you have nothing to tell me?"

Without waiting for an answer, his right hand slid beneath the polyester fibre of the skirt, and she stiffed against him in complete shock. She can feel his fingers gliding down her waist toward her panties. Something large and rock hard pressed against her ass and she shut her eyes praying it was his gun.

"No!" she screamed, his wandering hand had slid under her cotton briefs, and she shudders, hearing his sharp intake of air. His fingers brushed against smooth bare skin. The exploring hand slowly proceeded on its course and she cried out again, his fingers glanced over her most intimate place.

Caught between his offending hand and his large muscular build she had nowhere to run or move. He pressed his huge object against her behind. "Well, now you little slut," her hair fluttered with his heavy breathing, "fuck, so fucking wet!"

"No! You're lying!" she shook her head, but even she couldn't hide the slickness between her nether lips and his probing finger. She couldn't deny her skin growing warm from the inside, her knees weakening.

Helpless, she titled her head up; blinking as raindrops started to fall more steadily. They felt cool on her hot skin. She shut her eyes, praying that the officer would just stop this torment. When suddenly, she noticed the officer was sliding his hand out of her panties and skirt. Unfortunately, she felt the frigid metal of his hand cuffs around her wrists moments later.

"You're under arrest for trying to bribe an officer of the law with sexual favours," Mandy's jaw dropped, she looked ahead of her into the forest past the shoulder of the road in complete and utter shock.

She stared at her hands, and the silver metal cuffs that now surround her wrists. "But... I didn't do anything!" After a moment, the officer wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her clear off the ground. She screamed, her feet kicking and her arms trying to dislodge his grip. But he was much stronger than her and it was no use.

"Oh? You want to add uncooperative and resisting arrest to the charges?" He was taking her into the woods.

Oh fucking lord!

She struggled harder, her ass unfortunately rubbing against his large, engorged member. She could feel it, straining in his clothing and she couldn't help but give a moan of despair.

The rain was pouring down by then, and the grasses and trees were already dripping.

My shoes are going to be ruined

! That single thought brought a rage inside Mandy, and she gave the officer's shin a good kick. It provided a satisfying grunt of pain.

"Fucking bitch!"

He dragged her deeper into the forest and farther from the road. In a fluid moment he lifted her by the waist and she found herself hanging from a tree branch by the cuffs. Mandy felt the weight in her arms. She couldn't touch the ground, her suede shoes hanging off her toes.

"You'll pay for that, bitch!" The officer growled, grabbing her blouse and ripping it open. Buttons flew off into the brush. The officer stared. Under her blouse Mandy was wearing a cute blue lace bra that pushed her full breasts into a wonderful display of cleavage. His rough hands grabbed it and pulled it up, her breasts bounced free form the confines.

"NO!" Mandy yelled, struggling, wiggling her arms.

If only I could get down!

The officer growled again, "I suggest you use to right to remain silent!"

But she wouldn't and couldn't shut up. Her body had finally caught up with the situation and she screamed, and screamed unable to stop. The officer growled, and his fingers snuck up Mandy's skirt once again. In a single rough moment he pulled her panties down her legs, knocking her beautiful new shoes to the wet ground.

He stuffed the panties into Mandy's mouth. With what seemed like a single movement of his wrist he unbuckled and tugged his belt from his waist, sliding off the holsters and pouches. They joined her shoes as he wrapped the belt around Mandy's head and into her mouth so she couldn't spit the cloth he had placed there.

Mandy gagged, her tongue trying to push the offending garment to the front of her mouth. She could taste the moist, salty residue of her arousal as tears filled her eyes. Her cries successfully muffled.

The officer stood back for a moment, and she could feel his eyes on her and the distinct pain in her shoulders and elbows. Her head shook trying to shake off the belt to give her some relief. But it was no use; she was hung, trapped and even with the coldness of each rain drop landing on her heated skin, she felt so incredibly warm; especially around her belly.

He stepped closer, his eyes moved to her skirt. Slowly, his fingers touched her thigh, barely grazing her soft skin. His hands slide under her skirt, his palms pressing against her skin. Mandy shook her head, and with all her strength tried to fight him. But his nails bit into her skin, and he forcibly spread her creamy thighs and stepped into the gap. Her pencil skirt rode up to her waist, bunching there. Mandy realized she was completely naked from the waist down.

His fingers touched her pussy. Tracing her folds and seeking her tight little entrance. Mandy screamed into the gag but there was nothing she could do, feeling his digit entering her. Heat spread throughout her body, and she couldn't help but moan into the gag. The officer chuckled, grunting in satisfaction.

"So fucking wet, aren't we little Ms. Sheppard?" He pulled his finger out and pushed it back in, again and again, fucking her with it. Mandy shook her head and shut her eyes, trying to transport herself elsewhere.

Oh god, he's touching me inside

!

A second finger slid in with the first and Mandy could barely contain herself, and when his thumb started to rub her clit, she thought she was about to combust. However, just when she figured the tormenting heat would finally end, he stopped, and she opened her eyes confused and unwilling to admit, frustrated. He gave her an annoyed look, his free hand going to his zipper.

"This is for me, you stupid slut."

He rammed himself deep inside her cunt; his large, throbbing cock stretching and bruising her tender inner walls of her pussy as he plunged himself deep inside her again and again, without a care for her pleasure or safety. She screamed, his hands gripping her waist, pulling her body onto his cock, plunging ever deeper.

And when Mandy, thought it couldn't possibly get worse, he turned her. Mandy's arms now painfully crossed against the tree branch. Her ass facing him, his ball sack hitting her clit with his hard rhythm. He pulled her to him, his huge member almost splitting her in half.

He plunged into her pussy again and again, his cock rubbing her sensitive walls, driving her insane. She couldn't take it anymore. Her whole body was on fire, every muscle and neuron begging for release. When he let out a loud grunt of pleasure, she lost it. Pleasure exploding from every nerve, everything contracting and tensing up as ecstasy overpowered every thought and process in her small body.

"FUCKING SLUT!" the officer yelled, and in her delirious state she feels three or four more hard, pounding thrusts before he rams himself to the hilt and she felt him releasing streams of hot cum deep inside her cunt. He stilled, filling her to the point of spilling and then pulled out, watching his seed ooze out onto her twat and thighs.

He turned her back around, pulling her up so her face was against his and he gave her a smile of pure male satisfaction. "Consider this a warning, ma'am. Next time, I will be taking you in."

He released the cuffs and Mandy fell hard to the ground. He reached down, untied the belt and reached in to remove her panties from her lips. "I'll keep this....just in case." He stashed them in his pocket, before picking up his holster and other items and replacing them on his belt. Without another look at her, he walked out of the woods and back to the vehicles.

Slowly, Mandy picked herself up. Shakily, she picked up her suede shoes and walked back to her SUV and after moving her papers to the other seat; she sat down and looked at her steering wheel, trying to put in place everything that had just happened. She glanced at her now ruined shoes and moaned, mourning their loss.

She turned the key in the ignition and just pulled away.