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Am I Under Arrest?

Stories in this series are based on fact – yes, I really was a slut when I was younger! That is not to say that I don’t use some artistic licence to spice things up a little. This episode is more truth than fiction…..

I was in my new car and having a ball as I raced anything that would take me on down the M11. I was lucky in my job as regional manager of such a large geographical area that I usually racked up enough miles in a year to qualify for a new motor every twelve to eighteen months. The standard of car you got also depended on the mileage you accrued, the profitability of your stores and the grade you achieved at your year end review. Again I was lucky. I only had one really hard-work store and the other ten always performed well enough to compensate for it. I usually ticked all the right boxes to allow me to choose a vehicle with some panache and street cred. Listen, I was twenty three, horny as fuck, sexy, fit and on the pull – a cock magnet motor was important to me! This time I had picked a VW Golf VR6 in a dark metallic green with cream leather interior. It was one of the most exciting and rewarding cars I have ever driven. Fast but discreet, with handling and road holding that begged you to push yourself  to the limit of your driving skills and abilities. I loved that car and it broke my heart when I had to trade it in and not just because of the way she drove. She got me some amazing sex in the eighteen months I had her, the first time being within forty eight hours of my taking delivery.

As I bombed it down the motorway at close to a ton, The Pet Shop Boys blaring from the in car stereo system, I was suddenly shocked back into the real world by flashing blue lights in my rear view mirror. I remember panicking like you wouldn’t believe. I took my foot off the accelerator and let the car cruise onto the hard shoulder. As soon as I stopped the engine was off and I was out of the door standing behind my pride and joy waiting for the policeman. I was shitting bricks. The speed I’d been traveling at could mean instant disqualification and that would mean the loss of my job. I was shaking and close to tears as I watched the Volvo T5 pull up behind me.

The driver’s door opened after what felt like a lifetime and the policeman got out. At this point I have no idea what he looked like, other than my Angel of Destruction. He totally ignored me as he walked round the VW checking it out. He opened it’s drivers door and got behind the wheel. I was shaking and sweating waiting for the axe to fall. I watched as he got out again and walked back to where I was standing. For the first time I took notice of him and despite my predicament I felt my heart flutter and my dick, which has always had a mind of it’s own, twitched. Well actually it did more than twitch, it positively jumped.

He was about forty years old, certainly no more than that with short cropped black hair. His face was tanned and he had hard blue eyes. He was sporting a five o’clock shadow that totally suited him. Getting passed his face I quickly took in his wide shoulders and slim hips. I couldn’t help but notice how shiny his shoes were. Nothing was said as I stood and stared at his highly polished footwear wishing that a hole would open and swallow me up.

‘Nice car. New is it?’ I nodded. ‘Speak up son, and look at me.’

‘Yes officer I got her on Wednesday.’ I raised my eyes and looked into his. That was it, I was his. If he’d told me to strip and bend over right there and then I would have.

‘Do you have any idea the speed you were doing?’ His tone confirmed that I was in trouble.

‘Just under one hundred officer.’ I tried to look contrite.

‘Just under one hundred,’ he repeated. ‘Handles well at that speed does she?’

‘Oh god officer she’s amazing. It’s like she’s on rails.’ I momentarily forgot the position I was in as I extoled my car’s virtues.  ‘And the acceleration is mind blowing.’

‘So you’ll miss her then?’ I came back down to earth with a bump.

‘Officer I’m really, really sorry. I just got carried away. I wont do it again I promise. And I know it doesn’t excuse it but the road was empty when I got to that speed.’ My pleading voice tailed off when I realised he was standing there with a crooked smile on his face. I nervously smiled back and involuntarily scanned his body again. He must have noticed because when my eyes returned to his the smile was broad and he reached down to adjust his package.

‘Need the car for your job do you son?’ He put the note pad or whatever it was that he had taken out of his pocket back in it. ‘I don’t suppose you’d be very happy if I took your licence off you?’

‘No officer.’

‘Call me Sir.’ It was an instruction that carried so much weight I couldn’t refuse.

‘Yes Sir.’ Where was this going?

He rested his nice looking bum on the back of the car with his feet apart. I couldn’t believe my eyes when he openly gave the bulge at his crotch a rub and a squeeze. Knowing he’d well and truly got my full attention he beckoned me towards him. I meekly obeyed.

‘Are you gay son?’ I was starting to feel a little uncomfortable, frightened even at the way he was looking at me. He was obviously much stronger than me and the position of authority he held meant I had to do as I was told. I nodded in answer to his question. ‘What was that? Speak up.’

‘Yes Sir.’

The grin on his face was wide and I thought looked cruel. He was enjoying my humiliation and from the way he periodically adjusted his dick in his trousers he was getting off on it.

‘So I’ve caught a speeding queer have I?’ He stood and walked behind me. ‘Nice bum son. Know how to use it?’

‘Now just a minute officer, if you thi……’

‘SIR.’ He glared at me with real menace in his eyes. ‘Call me Sir.’ He relaxed his face back into the intimidating smile it had held earlier. ‘If you do as you’re told son I might, just might mind you, let you go.’ The look of shock on my face must have been priceless as it caused him to break into genuine laughter. ‘Get back in your car and follow me. And don’t think you can get away, I’ve got your registration.’

‘Follow you? Where are we going?’ He stared at me and raised his eyebrows questioningly. ‘Sir.’

‘That’s better son. Somewhere safe. You’ll see.’

For the next half an hour I followed his T5 down the motorway. He exited at the first junction and I was led down country lanes and byways. I was hopelessly lost and beginning to panic when he pulled off the road onto a track through the trees. He stopped and parked in an area surrounded by bushes and I pulled up next to him. We both got out of our cars and he beckoned me to him. ‘Over here son.’ He gently pushed me back against his car and put his face so close to mine I could smell his aftershave. ‘It just so happens that today is your lucky day. I finished my shift over an hour ago so I was off duty when I stopped you.’

‘What? So why…?’ Slap. A stinging blow hit my cheek. Anger coursed through me and I raised a fist. ‘Go on son, hit a policeman.’ He taunted me. ‘Come on, let’s see what you’ve got.’

I put my hands on his chest to push him away but he was quick this policeman and grabbed my wrists in his strong grip. He pressed me back onto the car with his hard body. His nose pushed onto mine and his eyes burned into my head. ‘Kiss me son.’ I hesitated. He growled menacingly, ‘I said kiss me.’ Shaking and scared I brought my lips to his and applied the minimum of pressure for a few seconds. ‘Kiss me properly son.’ His tone was softer and as he spoke he pushed his crotch into mine. My eyes widened when I felt his hard lump press into me. His lips moved onto mine and he pushed his tongue into my mouth. The slut in me responded as he always did when an attractive man kissed me, and boy was this policeman kissing me! I moaned into his mouth, kissed him back and unclenched my fists so that I could lay my palms on his chest. He released my wrists and slid his arms around me to pull me even closer to him. He obviously liked to kiss and he was very good at it. I put my arms round his neck and ran a hand over his short hair. His mouth dropped to my neck and between kisses and bites, he told me what he was going to do to me. The more he spoke the hotter I got. My own cock was straining in my pants and although part of me was still apprehensive my natural desire for sex took over.

‘I’m going……..to use ……….your ass………to pay……….your……….fine.’ He moved to the other side of my neck, ‘you’re ……….going……..to……..suck ………. my……..dick…….and then…….I’m going to……..fuck you……..senseless.’ I was putty in his hands. I’d do anything to keep my licence so being fucked by a sexy police officer in the middle of a forest was a task I could undertake with ease. I did consider for a fleeting moment that I should have protested a little but I was too busy enjoying the attention he was giving my neck to mount any credible resistance.

‘Oh yes please sir. Anything you say sir.’

He stopped his exploration of my throat and smiled at me. ‘Good boy. Now strip.’ I didn’t wait to be told again and within minutes was standing in front of him bollock naked. He ran his hands over me, across my chest, down my stomach onto my thighs. He spun me round. His hands touched my shoulders and ran down my back to my muscular round ass cheeks. He took one in each hand and squeezed and massaged them. I gave in completely and fell forward onto the car bonnet exposing my crack and the pleasure button it held. ‘Don’t move. Stay right there son.’ I heard him removing his clothes then felt his warm naked body mould to mine as he kissed across my shoulders and neck. He pushed my arms wide on the car, ‘leave them there. No touching.’

I think I whimpered. This was my first taste of domination and I wasn’t sure how to behave. I knew I liked it. My cock was as hard as it had ever been and I was becoming desperate to get my hands on him.

He trailed his tongue down my spine making me moan loudly and arch my back down and my arse up. ‘Mmmmm. Nice.’ He pulled my bum cheeks apart and blew on my pink ring before gently tracing his tongue from the top to the bottom of my mancrack. I was squirming and pushing back at him. ‘Dirty little boy likes that does he?’

‘Yes sir,’ I managed between gasps and moans. He stood and took a step to the side. ‘CRACK. CRACK. CRACK.’ His hand came down hard and without warning on my tight ass. I screamed but to my shame it was not in outrage or to tell him to stop, but because I loved it. My cock was bouncing manically and leaking what seemed like a gallon of cum.

‘You like that boy?’ he rubbed his hand over the area he had smacked. ‘Want some more?’

‘Yes please sir.’

‘Good boy but we can’t have you making all that noise can we?’ seconds later he was stuffing his underwear into my mouth. Another first and I wasn’t sure I liked this at all. However my initial revulsion at the thought of another man’s sweat and piss tainted pants being jammed in my mouth was soon dispelled as my every sense was filled with the smell and taste of him. Crack, crack. My tight and well-toned buttocks took a beating as time after time he brought the flat of his hand down on them. He stopped and I heard him doing something with his clothes. The next thing I felt was a shock of pain as he began to beat me with his thick leather belt. Tears were soon streaming down my face and I was sobbing with a mixture of pain and lust. I wanted my punishment to stop but at the same time my body was craving the pain and discomfort he was inflicting. I must have let the pleasure/pain combination take over completely as the next thing I remember is the gentle touch of his mouth as he kissed and licked my battered ass cheeks. I was screaming for another reason as he moved to my crack and plunged his tongue into my eager hole. The beating he had given my arse had obviously had a huge effect on my mancunt as he easily pushed his tongue into me. I was screaming into my now soggy gag and beating my hands on the metal of the car as he raped me with his mouth. My ass cheeks were on fire and he gave no quarter as he kneaded and squeezed them like a baker working smooth white dough.

‘Suck my cock boy.’ He pulled me up, turned me round and pulled his pants out of my mouth. I gulped fresh air then fell to my knees and took his hard tool between my lips. He was hot and hard with a helmet that was much wider than his shaft. I sank onto his fuck stick taking all of him into my mouth and down my throat. He was a comfortable length so I wasn’t gagging unless he thrust into me. His precum was sweet and thick. The smell and taste of him was magnified tenfold compared to that I had experienced from his pants and I went into sensory overload, sucking, licking and wanking my policeman’s pole. He was groaning and panting as I worked my magic on him. I loved sucking a cock that didn’t choke me and at just over six inches long  his was the perfect size. He pulled me from my treat just as I was beginning to feel him thicken and grow ready to shoot his load.

‘Up boy. Get over that car. NOW.’ The minute it was where he wanted it he spat on my sphincter and pushed a finger into me. I strangled a cry of delight by biting down hard on my forearm. Two fingers were fucked into me and then a third as he ensured I was ready to take his cock. A hand came to my mouth and fingers were forced in. I covered them in my spit and he used it to lube his cock which was then pressed against the opening to my mantwat. I sighed in pleasure when he pushed into me not stopping until his balls rested against mine. ‘Take this boy….’

What followed was one of the most intense and violent assaults on my arse I have known. He gave no thought to me or to pleasuring me, I was simply a cunt to fuck and abuse. He slammed into me again and again forcing my whole body against the car I was leaning over. If I moved my hands to stroke my cock I was slapped very hard and told to leave them where they were. The grip on my waist was vice-like and would leave bruises that lasted the week.

Slam. Slam. Slam. It was relentless and I was soon lost in the explosive shocks coming from my ravaged ass. I realised that I was cumming. The friction inflicted on my cock from being crushed between the car and my stomach was too much and I added another layer to the car’s paintwork. I felt my ass muscles clamping down on my assailant’s iron hard dick and then he was pumping his hot seed into my grasping gut. We bucked and squirmed against each other as we emptied our balls, pushing into each other, grinding cunt and cock together in our frenzied efforts to extract every  ounce of pleasure from the violent fuck. All too soon we were finished. I was slumped across the car bonnet, he had collapsed on top of me. Cum ran down my legs front and back and his softening rod began to slide out of me. The policeman kissed the back of my neck and I sighed contentedly.

‘Can I clean you up please Sir?’ I had never done this before but at that moment it was the natural thing to do. I sank to my knees and licked his cock and balls clean. The combination of bum juice and cum was intoxicating and despite feeling totally exhausted I began to get hard again. I couldn’t resist taking the soft cock in my mouth and working it over. I could feel it thickening and stretching as I used my experienced tongue to lap and twist and flick him back to full erection. He lifted me to my feet then onto the car bonnet. He pushed my back flat onto the warm metal and put my feet on his shoulders. My open hole was level with his cock and in one smooth push he was balls deep.

This fuck was slow and almost loving. He fucked me with the full length of his policeman’s truncheon taking his time to bring me to full arousal. With every slow deliberate thrust into me he made contact with my prostate stroking it with the big fat head of his fuck tool. I lay back and relaxed revelling in the sweet sensation of my mancunt being expertly drilled. He found my nipples and with finger and thumb twisted them till I squirmed under him. ‘Daddy’s boy likes this doesn’t he?’ My arms went over my head to get purchase on the metal and I began to push in rhythm with his thrusts.

‘Fuck me Daddy. Please sir fuck me hard.’ He speeded up and increased the power of each thrust. ‘Harder Daddy, harder.’ I was totally broken in by him. I was his boy and I was totally in his thrall.

‘Cum with me boy. Let me see you spunk.’ I grabbed my cock and wanked it as he stoked my hole harder and harder. He thrust one last time as deep as he could get and threw his head back bellowing as he filled me for the second time. I felt my dick explode spitting rope after rope onto my flat stomach. Given the intensity of the previous fuck we had enjoyed we were both surprised at the amount of cum we produced this time around and as we relaxed found ourselves laughing.

I didn’t think anything of it when I asked ‘Is that my speeding fine paid off now sir?’ The policeman stopped laughing and looked very serious as he answered.

‘Not yet boy. I think we will have to do this again a few times to make sure you understand how seriously the Essex Constabulary views driving at excess speed.’ He stepped back and helped me to my feet pulling me into him and holding me in his arms. He have could done anything he wanted to at that moment. I was completely in his control. As it was he tenderly kissed me. ‘Let’s get dressed. I live five minutes away. Follow me home and we’ll get cleaned up.’

To be continued...