Traffic Stop

I was driving home from work. It had been a late night with some take out dinner. I had a few things to finish up for a client that was coming in the next day to see the drawings of their new house. They are a great couple and this was a special forever home. It had to be perfect.

It was that wonderful time of day where the light is starting to fade but still light enough out. I was taking my sports car out for a little drive to unwind. I loved to drive fast and feel the wind in my hair. It relaxed me and this car was zippy.

I wasn't paying much attention to my speed as I was deep in thought. But the blue lights behind me told me I should have been paying attention. I slowed down and pulled to the side.

The officer came up on my driver side and I rolled down the window. I had my registration and license ready. I was thinking about how I could get out of this ticket? I was in a back road and no one was out. I wasn't putting anyone in danger. And I didn't want this to show up on my insurance.

He asked me if I knew how fast I was going. "No, I was deep in thought on a little drive to unwind. I assume I was speeding?"

"Oh you were speeding alright. You were speeding enough that I could arrest you."

I couldn't believe it. I never drove that fast. I started to panic. I couldn't get arrested.

He told me to hold tight while he checked a couple of things and walked back to his car.

My mind was racing. Crap I needed to pay attention. I can't let work get that stuck in my head. I looked in my rearview mirror and he seemed to be talking to someone. I wanted to get home and have some wine to relax so I could get some great sleep for tomorrow's meeting. I looked up again and saw him coming out of the car.

As he came up to my window he told me "Madam I'm going to ask you to get out of the car. I want to talk with you."

I had never gotten out of the car before. Was this normal? Was he going to arrest me? My heart was beating fast. I needed to think of something quick but my mind couldn't think.

"Sir I am sorry about speeding, I usually don't do that." I said as I climbed out of my car. "I would really appreciate a warning or ticket instead of being arrested."

I was standing in front of him off to the side while he closed the car door. I was wearing my work clothes - an ivory button up blouse, a flared brown skirt, stockings, and heels. It was cool but not cold.

I could see him better now that I was out of the car. He was taller than me and had a nice build. He looked handsome with blue eyes, clean shaven, and nice hair.

"Turn around and face the car with your hands on the car. I need to pat you down."

Oh shit he was going to arrest me? This couldn't be happening. I did as I was told thinking I could ask him again. As my hands were on the car he started to touch my arms - just kinda glided his hands down my arms. Really I couldn't be hiding anything I didn't even have a jacket on.

Then he moved to the side of my body and moved them slowly down my side and it seemed like he stopped at my breast and touched them a little too much for a pat down. Was I crazy?

I started to realize I didn't really ask for ID. I was out on a back road. No one was around us. Did I make a stupid mistake? More panic began to build. My senses were on high alert.

As his hands traveled over my hips I got the sense he was not just patting me down but feeling me, caressing me. But he kept moving and went down my leg to my knee. Then he told me to spread my legs a little more for the other side. Which I did.

When he did the other leg he started at the knee and then slowly moved up feeling up my stocking and over the thigh high. Suddenly I felt his fingers on my panties right at my pussy. I froze. This was not part of the pat down I knew. He leaned into me and whispered "What will you do not to get arrested or a ticket? I think you're beautiful and you're a sexy slut."

I was astonished. Not only because he had the nerve to touch me but made that suggestion. What to do?

He didn't give me much time as he removed his fingers and grabbed my wrist swiftly taking them back behind my back. He clicked on the handcuffs. I knew they had trained for situations but it was fast. I didn't have time to think.

He pushed me toward the car so I leaned up against it. My breasts up on the window and he put his knee between my legs so I couldn't close them. I was trapped. I was in the middle of nowhere and was at his mercy. He could do anything he wanted to me.

He started by running his hands down my sides and over my skirt. He started to lift my skirt up over the stockings. As he did that he said "Sexy sluts wear thigh highs and want to be touched."

Then he moved his fingers back over my panties on my pussy. This time he wasn't still. He started to probe into my slit and move over my clit. My body reacted to him immediately. I got wet.

"Oh I was right, you are a sexy slut. You like this. Just wait until I fuck you. You're a little cocksucker aren't you? My cocksucker."

I was aghast. I didn't know what to say or do. For once in my life I was silent. Him touching me was different than him trying to fuck me. I needed to stop this. But how?

He slid my panties down my legs and just left them to hang almost immobilizing my legs. Then he pulled me back into him. My hands were still behind me and they rested right up against his hard cock. He was large but I didn't move my hands or fingers. I didn't want to give him any thoughts that I was ok with this. He grinded up against my hands. "I know you want to feel this in your pussy and you'll get too. I can't wait to be inside of you."

He moved his hand up to place one on my breast and the other he pulled my neck and face back to him and kissed me. I hated to admit it but he kissed amazingly. No! I needed to stay clear headed and think about how to get out of this.

He turned me around and put me up against the car so he could look at me. Then his hands move to my top button. He was going to get me naked?

He slowly trailed down the buttons unbuttoning each one slowly. Every time he took the excuse to touch my skin. His touch was teasing and pleasant.

Once he was on the last button he pulled open the blouse to expose my bra. It was ivory lace and the nipples showed through the lace.

"Oh you have a sensual side. You like to show your body off but not to everyone, just to someone like me that knows you're a slut and wants to be controlled."

I sucked my breath in. I did enjoy dressing nice and having pretty undergarments on. And his touch was starting to calm me down and get me very excited at the same time.

Next his hands grabbed my breasts to tease my nipples through the lace. The lace added a little friction that was delightful. I almost moaned but thought I needed to keep it in.

He must have known or realized that because he looked me in the eyes and told me "I know you want it. I know you want to moan. Before we are done you will be moaning and you will cry out in pleasure."

Then his hands traveled up to move the blouse down my shoulders. He couldn't take it off because of the handcuffs. This did not stop him. His hands traveled up the bra straps and he yanked them down hard. Hard enough to set my breasts free. When they touched the cool air my nipples went harder and he pounced taking one in his hands and the other in his mouth.

He sucked and teased. His finger flicked my nipple and then he pinched the one lightly while he sucked in and pulled out the other nipple with his mouth. My god he was good. It was fast and exquisite.

Next he put his hands on my shoulders and pulled me toward him and around moving me up the car over to the engine. When he had me in place he turned me to face the car and bent me over.

I was a little unsteady as my hands were still behind me. My breasts rested on the engine that was slightly warm. Then he flipped my skirt up to have my naked ass exposed to him.

I wasn't sure what he was doing. I could hear some movement but he was behind me. I did hear one sound that I knew - his zipper was being undone.

He pulled my ass toward him and my ass made contact with his cock. He grinded my hips down and pushed his cock against my ass. Then he started to slide his cock up and down my pussy. I couldn't control my body. It took over and I wanted him inside of me. I could hear little moans coming out of my mouth.

"Yes, that's my little cocksucker. You know you want me. You can't wait to have this dick inside you, buried deep, fucking you hard."

Finally he angled me and his cock so he could slide it in. But he didn't do it slowly. He rammed me hard pushing me back into the car. He did several hard strokes in and out, slamming me against the car.

Then he pulled me back toward him and snaked his arms around me. One was fondling my breast, teasing the nipple. The other was fondling my clit and pussy. It was hot. He needed me. I needed him to fuck me.

His cock felt so good and his hands were expert level. I was moaning and building my orgasm quickly.

"Do it cocksucker, cum for me."

I started to moan louder.

"Moan and scream as loud as you want cocksucker, no one can hear you but me."

Oh god I was going to cum. This man was fucking me, fingering me, and pinching my nipples pulling them out. He knew my body and how to play it. I couldn't help it. I couldn't hold back anymore. I screamed out and went over the top. My orgasm rocked my body and before I could still or rest he started to cum.

He was pumping me harder and harder. He had put his hands back on my hips so he could bang into me over and over again, harder and harder. He fucked me deep and then spurted cum deep into my pussy. There was so much I could feel it drip out.

He pulled out of me and I felt bereft. Like I was missing a piece of me.

He pulled me upright and turned me over. "Now cocksucker get on your knees."

I did as he commanded and got on my knees. I knew what was coming. My mouth was right at his cock level. It was lovely and I wanted to suck it.

"Show me the cocksucker you are and clean me."

I moved forward over his cock and took him in deep all the way back to the end of my throat. His cock was perfect and filled my mouth. I sucked him and then licked around his cock to clean up the pussy and cum from us both. We tasted good.

After he was clean he pulled me to a standing position. Turned me around and removed my handcuffs.

Then he guided me back to the car, opening the door, and sat me into the driver seat.

"Don't button up, don't cover up, go home exactly like that. I want you to feel my cum rolling down your leg. I want you to be scared someone is going to see you half naked. I want you to go home and touch yourself to another orgasm."

Then he pulled out a card and tucked it into my bra band just under my breasts.

"That's my name and number. Meet me back here tomorrow, same time, same place. I need to fuck you again."

With that he closed the door and walked back to his car.

I looked into my rearview mirror. I put my hands on my steering wheel and started my car. Then I focused on the road and peeled out smiling as I did it. Yes I would be back tomorrow but this time I would not wear underwear.