The Sheriffs Accidental Affair

"This story contains a description of a sexual encounter that initially begins without consent. If it happened in real life, it likely would be a crime. If that isn't your thing, I would recommend skipping this story. Do not try any of this at home. This is a work of fiction. All characters are over 18 years old."

County Sheriff Tom Carson was excited for his weekend. His 22-year-old son Carl was bringing home his new girlfriend to meet him and his wife. This was his son's first serious relationship, and he was proud of his son. From everything Carl told him, Sara was a great girl: smart, accomplished, hard-working, and quite beautiful (based on some cheeky Instagram stalking).

Carl had arrived the prior night and brimmed with excitement to introduce his girlfriend. Sara would drive up this morning. Tom had a big surprise planned for her. He had always fancied himself a bit of a prankster, and for his latest prank, he planned to pull over Sara as soon as she drove into the county and give her a bit of a hard time before revealing he was Carl's dad and that it was all a joke. He loved screwing with his friends and family. Even when they didn't love it, it made him laugh.

He knew what road she'd be driving in, roughly the time of day, and what model of car she drove. Tom was practically giddy as he positioned his patrol car behind a billboard on the road into the county. Not 15 minutes later, Sara's bright red Dodge Durango shot past. Tom turned on his sirens and lights and took off after her.

Sara's heart sank as she noticed the police car behind her. She knew she was in big trouble because she had been so busy with school and getting ready to meet Carl's parents that she had let her driver's license and car registration lapse. She had planned to clear everything up next week. She just needed to make it a few days without getting pulled over, but here was the world's most inopportune traffic stop. She was trying to guess what the penalty for this might be. Would she get arrested or detained? She honestly didn't know.

She pulled over her car and checked her hair and makeup in the mirror. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was in a neat ponytail, and her 45 minutes of makeup to look like she wasn't wearing makeup was perfect. Maybe she could play the cute dumb blonde and charm her way out of it. Her heart pounded and felt like it might jump out of her chest.

In the rearview mirror, she saw a wall of a man approaching from the police car. He looked to be about 6'4'' and broad-chested like a lumberjack. His salt and pepper hair suggested he was in his mid to late 40s, and his mustache and stubble framed a serious scowl. He knocked aggressively on her window. Sara smiled sweetly and asked, "Hello, officer, how can I help you?"

Tom barked back, "That is 'Sheriff,' not 'officer,' young lady. Get your little ass out of that car and come around to the front so we can discuss what you've done."

Sara's hopes of charming her way out of this were crushed. With a mix of anxiety and fear, she walked towards the front of the car as Tom trailed behind her. Tom struggled to keep a straight face. Sara struggled not to cry.

"I am so sorry, Sheriff. Now I know I was wrong to let my license and registration lapse, but I was planning on fixing everything on Tuesday," she said with a shaky voice, instantly regretting confessing this information. Why couldn't she think straight under stress? It was perhaps her greatest flaw.

Tom thought he had hit the jackpot. Now, he didn't need to make up a pretext for pulling her over. He'd just use those transgressions to get her all wound up before letting her in on the joke. He could tell it wouldn't be hard based on how scared she already was, but that just meant it would be even more of a relief when he let her in on the joke.

"Do you have any idea what we do to scofflaws in this county? Put your hand on the hood of the car where I can see them."

He stood over her, letting his size intimidate the 5'2'' 21-year-old blonde. He grabbed his walkie-talkie and pretended to hit the talk button, "This is Unit 50, requesting backup. We have a suspect who just confessed to an 182 and a 311 in progress." This was all nonsense. None of those were real police codes in this jurisdiction.

Sara complied without even thinking, placing her palms flat on the hood of her car obediently. "Oh my god, he's calling for backup. I must really have fucked up. This is so bad. I am totally getting arrested. Carl's parents are going to think I am a criminal," she thought to herself. She was almost hyperventilating. With every breath, it felt like her chest would rip through her dress.

"I'm going to need to frisk you. You're not hiding any weapons, are you?"

"Oh no, sir. Of course not"

"Don't lie to me!"

"I'm not lying. Please! I don't have any weapons!" she cried out, using every bit of willpower to hold back the tears welling up inside her.

"What about drugs? I know a druggie when I see one. What are you on?"

"What?! Nothing. I've never done drugs. I don't have anything!"

He was struggling to hold back the laughter. This sweet young girl was the furthest thing from a criminal he could imagine. She looked like the actress you'd hire to play a naive girl next door in a movie. He took a moment to look her up and down. She was a petite little thing, no more than 100 lbs. She wore a sleeveless gingham summer dress with a v-neck cut that allowed for a polite amount of cleavage, perfect for meeting your boyfriend's parents. The body of the dress fit perfectly and highlighted her thin physique and C-cup breasts that looked much bigger on her small frame. She had an ass that was toned by years of cheerleading, volleyball, and yoga. Her thighs were thick and toned in a way that she was insecure about but made every man who saw them drool.

He wasn't sure if he should push things further or let her know it was a joke. He couldn't help himself and kept going. He lightly kicked her legs apart so he could frisk her. He placed his large hands on her waist. His hands almost wrapped all the way around her. He started patting her down roughly. Tom laughed in his head, between the tightness of the body of the dress and the shortness of the skirt, she couldn't have been hiding anything even if she wanted.

Sara was in a full-on panic. Adrenaline was coursing through her veins. Her mind was rapidly cycling through options for getting out of this: Could she flirt with him? Should she threaten to sue him? Maybe try a "Do you know who my parents are?" even though her parents weren't anybody powerful.

Nothing made much sense in her current state. It didn't help that a small part of her enjoyed the way he was manhandling her. It reminded her of Carl when he would get a little rough with her. It was made worse because she had spent the last half hour of her drive fantasizing sexually about Carl since they hadn't seen each other in a few days, and she was desperately horny for him. This sheriff vaguely resembled Carl physically and even smelled like him. His rough treatment of her was sending very confusing signals through her body. She decided to just comply with everything he said. That would surely put an end to this as fast as possible and get her back to Carl.

Tom turned Sara around and slapped handcuffs on her wrists. Sara noticed that these were the same type of handcuffs Carl uses when they get kinky.

Tom said, "I guess you know what happens now." Tom meant to imply he was going to arrest her and take her to the county jail. Sara, who had watched entirely too much police porn, thought he meant he was going to force himself on her. Her heart sank. She had never cheated on Carl or any of her past boyfriends. She'd also never done anything sexual with someone she wasn't dating. As much as she didn't want to, her panic-riddled brain decided to just get it over with as quickly as possible. Maybe she could get away with a quick blowjob.

Tom momentarily got distracted as a car sped past, chased by a state trooper. He listened intently to the radio report to make sure he didn't need to assist, but everything was under control. At the same moment that Tom removed his focus from Sara, she dropped to her knees. In her haste to get this over with, her cuffed hands opened his pants and pulled out his cock before he realized what had happened. With tears rolling down her cheeks, she took the head of his cock into her mouth.

Tom turned his attention back to her and was too shocked to react right away as he realized Sara was no longer standing in front of him. Instead, she was on her knees, holding his cock. By the time everything started to compute, his cock was getting sucked. He was about to tell her to stop just as she started to swirl her tongue around the head of his cock.

"No, you don't...have to," was all he got out. Then, in barely a whisper, "Stop... we can't".

The logical part of Tom's brain was rapidly shutting down. He hadn't had sex in weeks. His wife and he only had sex maybe only once every other week, and she only gave blowjobs on his birthday and Valentine's Day. He hadn't had sex with another woman since he was in college 25 years ago. His heart and brain were telling him he had to be loyal to his wife of 23 years. He especially couldn't cheat with his son's girlfriend. But he was powerless to this 21-year-old sucking his cock.

God, she hated this sheriff and herself. This dirty piece of shit was raping her mouth. When she pulled his cock out, she estimated it was already 5 inches long and fairly thick. She assumed he must have already been partially erect. The dirty asshole must have been fantasizing about this. She hoped that meant he would come quickly and this would be over. With red eyes and tears streaming down, she took as much of his cock as she could, then bobbed her head back until just the head was in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the head. She then slid it to the back of her throat while wiggling her tongue along the underside of the shaft. This always drove Carl wild. As much as she hated the idea of giving the Sheriff pleasure, she wanted to get this over with.

But something odd was happening. Usually, she was able to take more and more of a cock down her throat as she adjusted to having a cock in her mouth. But she was getting less and less of the Sheriff's cock in her mouth. Her assumption that his 5-inch length when she pulled it out of his pants was evidence of arousal was wrong. After just a minute of sucking, he had grown to almost 7 inches and gotten considerably thicker.

Sara took his cock out of her mouth and was shocked at the monster she was holding. It was at least an inch longer than Carl's, who was her most endowed lover to date. It was also much thicker. This was going to be a lot more work than she anticipated. But staring at this beautiful hard cock glistening with her spit, something inside her started to turn on. She could feel arousal start to build, and it scared her. His cock unbelievably continued to grow as she studied it. Her tears had dried up, but the mascara smears remained.

Sara's brain and her pussy had long battled for control of her. Her high school boyfriend was a bit of an asshole. He would regularly do things to piss her off. Her brain would start to tell her to dump him, but then he would do something like roughly pinning her to a wall while gently nibbling at her neck, and her pussy would grant him a full pardon. Right now, every neuron in her head wanted the death penalty for this evil cop and for her to be loyal to her boyfriend, but her pussy was considering a full amnesty.

Tom looked down at the sexy blonde holding his partially erect cock. She stared at it dreamily. He could tell she was impressed. That was a massive turn-on. This sexy bitch just wantonly admired his cock. That surge of lust sent his cock to fully erect in her hands. Something in her eyes changed as admired his now 8-inch cock.

She wrapped both her handcuffed hands around his cock and lifted it straight up. Her eyes locked on his eyes as she sucked in one of his balls. She let it go and then sucked in the other. Then, without breaking eye contact, she slowly licked from the very base of his shaft to the head. She gave the head a gentle kiss while running her nail lightly down the shaft. She cupped and squeezed his balls while she slowly slid her lips and tongue along the underside of the shaft. She sucked on the base as the full length of his cock rested on her face. Still staring up at him with his cock on her face, she gave the sheriff a lustful wink before taking the head of his cock back into her mouth.

That sight removed any thoughts on his duty to his wife and son. He only existed to fuck this cocksucking slut. Inside Sara, her brain had abdicated and wiped out any thoughts of Carl. Her pussy was in full control, and it demanded total dedication to this cock. That she could cause a cock to get this big and hard was the ultimate compliment to her, and she was determined to show she was worthy.

Tom moaned, "My god, you suck cock so much better than my wife!"

It hadn't occurred to Sara that the sheriff might be married. That news made her feel even sexier that this man was risking his marriage for her blowjob. The idea of being a strange man's sidepiece thrilled her even further than she knew possible. She'd have been ashamed if she was so shamelessly aroused. She had never fantasized about being the "other woman," but now it was all she wanted.

She forced more of his cock down her throat. She needed to take him all. She needed to be worthy of his lust and praise. Her handcuff hands stroked the bottom half of his cock, and she strained to fit the top half in her mouth. Her jaw ached from the strain of opening wide enough to handle his girth. Her eyes started watering as she gagged on him, smearing her mascara further.

"That's it. Take it down your throat, you perfect little slut."

His words unlocked new levels of lust within her. This was where she belonged. This was her purpose. She needed to please this cock more than she needed air or water. She forced more down her throat until she simply couldn't take more. She pulled his entire cock out of her mouth. Long strands of saliva hung from her mouth to his cock. She looked at his beautiful cock and thought about how lucky she was to have it. She then looked back up into his eyes, and she took him back into her mouth.

Tom felt like a god. He hadn't been this hard without Viagra in years. How could he be this lucky? This stuff was only supposed to happen in pornos. He had always prided himself on being a good father, loyal husband, and dutiful sheriff. But now, all of that was gone, and he didn't care. He would give all that up to keep fucking this horny slut's mouth. Never had he felt more like he was doing the right thing than as he fucked his son's girlfriend's face.

Sara forced more and more of his cock down her throat. She was determined to prove herself worthy of this cheating, married cop. She pulled his cock out of her mouth and gasped for air. Her jaw ached, but she wasn't going to quit. At this point, his entire cock was soaked with her spit. It even dripped down his balls and to the ground. She sucked on one ball and then the other. Then she licked up and down his shaft. She stared intently at his cock. She gave the head a little kiss, said a silent prayer, and then slowly but steadily started taking his cock down her throat again. Slowly, she took it inch by inch. As she got 7 of the 8 inches in her mouth, she started to gag but didn't quit. She pushed through until her nose was resting in his pubes. She'd done it.

No accomplishment in her life excited her as much as this. Graduating at the top of her high school class, winning the state volleyball championship, and getting a full scholarship to college, none of those things defined. She was the cocksucker who took 8 inches of married cock down her throat. And to think she'd never had even a 6-inch cock down her mouth until this morning.

She probably looked up into Tom's eyes. As she desperately breathed through her nose, she held herself there, showing off her accomplishment. Tom was amazed. No one had ever taken his whole cock before. His wife never sucked on more than just the head.

"Good girl," he moaned. Sara cherished the compliment. Tom savored the moment.

Tom gently stroked her cheek. He then slid his hand around the back of her head and roughly grabbed her by the ponytail. He pulled her head most of the way off his cock until just the head was in her mouth. He then pulled it back down until it was back down her throat. He went slowly and first but increased his tempo and fucked her face. Her eyes watered uncontrollably. The good girl next door now looked like a used slut.

Sara used her still handcuffed hands to steady herself. She then became aware of the fire burning inside her white cotton panties. She was so focused on her mission to take the sheriff's cock, she completely ignored her own body. She pulled up her skirt and slid her hands down her panties. She had never been this wet without being touched before.

She began rubbing her clit. It desperately needed attention. Within a minute, she was already building towards an orgasm. She tried to moan, but it was suffocated by the sheriff's cock sawing in and out of her mouth. After another minute, she started to shake, as her orgasm started taking hold. She'd never orgasmed this quickly, but then again, she'd never been this aroused.

Finally, as her orgasm peaked, she had to push the sheriff away and let his cock fall out of her mouth. She screamed and then fell on her side, moaning and shaking. She was barely conscious after the orgasm shook her body completely.

Tom stood over her. Proud of the orgasm he hadn't even given her. Watching her saliva drip off his cock onto the ground, no thoughts went through his head, just desire. He looked at the crumpled girl on the ground. Mascara smeared. The bottom half of her face soaked in her own saliva like a rabid dog. Her cleavage and the front of her dress were soaked with saliva and sweat. Her hand was still in her now transparent panties. Her knees were badly scraped from kneeling on the side of the road. He couldn't imagine a sluttier image.

After a moment, she started coming to her senses. She became aware of how much her knees hurt, and her jaw ached. She was also aware of the lust still filling her body. She looked up at the sheriff. She saw him smirking at her as he looked her over like a piece of meat. She saw his still, completely hard cock hanging out of his pants.

"You haven't cum yet, have you?"

"No, but I've never cum from just a blowjob before."

Sara smiled and said, "We'll have to try something else then."

She offered him her hands. He pulled her up off the ground to her feet like she weighed nothing. She put her handcuffed hands around his head and pulled him in for a kiss. They passionately kissed, tongues intertwining. It was odd. For both of them, this kiss elicited more guilt than the blowjob had. A blowjob is purely sexual, but kissing is intimate. Tom thought about his wife and son and how he had betrayed them. Sara thought about Carl and her betrayal.

She pulled her hands back over his head. For a moment, she thought about stopping. But then, as she brought her hands down, they accidentally bumped into Tom's hard cock. Looking at his thick, veiny cock and the job she hadn't completed reminded her of what really mattered to her.

She wrapped her bound hands around his cock and looked up into his face with pure lust. Tom's concerns about his family disappeared as the young girl gripped his cock and started leading him to the passenger side of her car. She opened the door and gestured for him to get into the passenger seat.