Note: For background on this series of stories, please see Chapters 1 through 4 posted under Fetish.
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My new job hadn't started yet but I wanted to drive around the county to familiarize myself with it. In only a few days I'd be out there driving around country roads visiting patients. I thought about the night before with Ben at the glory hole. I don't think I've sucked that many cocks in one night since. All sizes and shapes. I loved 'em all. Hell, I just love a hard, wet cock fucking in and out of my mouth and spitting it's cum deep in my throat.
Still, what really stood out in mind was that long, luxurious final blow job of the night with Ben. I still couldn't believe how much hot, juicy cum he had squirted in my throat. Just thinking about him, and all the guys that that had orally gang-banged my mouth the night before, made my pussy wet. I couldn't wait to get back to the bookstore for another round of face-fucking!
I guess I wasn't paying attention to my driving, or at least my speed. All of sudden I could hear a siren. Looking in my rear view mirror I saw the flashing lights of police car. I checked my speedometer. Only 42 miles per hour. I didn't think it was all that fast, but I didn't really know the speed limit. I hadn't even started work and here I was being stopped. A ticket could affect my job. I mean, they want a clean driving record when they hire you for Visiting Nurses.
I pulled over. I watched in the side mirror as an officer swaggered up to my car. He had on a pair of mirrored sunglasses. I couldn't tell much about him, except he was big guy. It's strange, but for some reason I straightened my long strawberry-blonde hair as he moved closer. My window was already down when he got to the car.
"What's your name?" he asked me.
"Dawn. I'm knew around here. I start with Visiting Nurses in a few days. I was just checking out the roads, trying to learn my way around before I start working."
"Yeah, I noticed the out of state plates," he said. "Made us kind of suspicious. We don't get many strangers in this area. You're a nurse, huh?"
"Yes, sir, I am...well starting next week," I told him, smiling. I was trying to polite, but sweet at the same time. You know, sometimes it can help.
"Well, I'm going to have to ask you to get out of the car."
"I don't understand, I don't think I was speeding. I hope not, it could get me in trouble with work before I even start."
He just looked at me for a moment. I still couldn't see his eyes. He was tall with short blond hair. His huge arms were folded across his chest. His lips curled in a snarl, "Drugs," he said.
It really didn't make any sense. I mean, I tried to tell the officer it was all a mistake, that maybe I just looked like someone else. But he wouldn't listen to me. He told me again to get out of the car and put my hands on the hood, lean over and slowly move one hand at a time behind my back.
His voice had a serious tone to it and I could hear the harshness of a man that had dealt with many criminals before. Yet, I wasn't a criminal. And besides, I knew he was going to put handcuffs on me. Did he really think I was going to run or fight? We were out in the country for one thing and besides, I knew better than to try of fend off such a big man. Plus, I certainly wouldn't be able to outrun him in the sandals I was wearing.
I opened the door to the car and meekly got out. He took off the mirrored sunglasses. I looked into his eyes. They were dark blue. His eyes stared at into mine. They were cold, angry and penetrating. Of all days to be wearing a short summer dress, I had to pick this one. I knew if I bent over, and I think when I got out of the car he did too, the dress would rise up in the back. That wouldn't be a big problem I guess except I knew what he would discover-I wasn't wearing any panties.
I never do in the summer. My pussy is smooth from waxing and the warm summer breeze that sometimes dancing up and under the dress feels so good. It really does.
Sometimes when I'm driving leisurely down the highway or a back road I'll slip one or two fingers in my pussy and finger-fuck myself. Not long enough to make myself come, but enough to make my pussy wet and hot with desire. Then I'll put my fingers in my mouth and suck in my own juices. It doesn't replace a good hard cock, but I like the taste of myself.
Anyway, I begged him not to leave me alone, that it was all a mistake. "Please," I pleaded with him. "Don't do this to me!" I sought pity from the tall, massively built officer but didn't get it.
"Listen, get your fucking hands on the hood now and do what I told you, bitch!"
I couldn't believe the language he was using. There wasn't any excuse for it, but what position was I in to argue with him. I stepped to the front of the car. I stood up straight and laid my hands on the hood. For a few seconds there wasn't a sound. Then all of a sudden I heard his voice again.
"Red, I told you to put your hands on the hood and bend the fuck over!" This time he yelled angrily.
I looked over toward the cruiser and it appeared he had a partner but it was difficult to see through the tinted glass of the cruiser. I turned my face forward again and stood defiantly ignoring his demand.
All of a sudden I felt a small twinge of pain behind my right knee and the sound of a loud WHACK! The bastard had taken out his nightstick and slammed it into the back of my knee. Not too hard, but hard enough to knock the stiffness out of it, that's for sure.
I felt a hand slam hard into my back and the next thing I knew my upper body was sprawled over the hood of my car. Tears started to form in the corners of my eyes. Not from the pain of being hit, but from the fear I now felt. It was feeling of utter helplessness.
"Now, bring your hands back one at a time!" he commanded me. I could feel the short dress hiked up in the back. I knew it barely covered my ass. I not only felt vulnerable, but embarrassed from being exposed this way. My left hand went slowly behind my back. I felt his hand grab my wrist and suddenly jerk it the rest of the way behind me. I felt the hard steel of the cuff snap and grip my wrist. "Now the other one," he told me.
My face turned to the side lying on the hot hood of the car. With my right hand moving behind my back had nothing to support myself with. Again he grabbed hard at my wrist and I heard the click of the other cuff snap shut. The officer hooked his arm through mine and with his other hand he grabbed a handful of my long hair jerking me upright. I heard a car door and a voice. He did have a partner.
"C'mon Kyle," I could hear the partner call out to him. "You don't have to be so rough on the lady." Then there was cruel laughter in his partner's voice. My heart sank. I thought for a moment I had someone to protect me. No, I thought, there was no compassion for me in his voice.
The first officer pulled tightly on my long hair and with his arm still locked in mine, he literally dragged me to the other side of the car off the road. I felt so alone and helpless. He pulled his arm out from behind me and, placing them on top of my head, he pushed hard straight down.
I wasn't really expecting it. My legs gave out and I crumpled to the ground. I was sitting on the ground, my knees bent upward. I looked down. My hairless little pussy glistened in the sunlight. The other officer by that time had reached into my car and grabbed my purse finding my wallet.
"Says here her name is Dawn," he called out to the first officer. "5-7, 120 pounds. Looks like she's 28 years old. Lives in Ohio according to her license." The first officer bent down. His face was right now right in mine.
"Yeah, says she's lives here now. A nurse she says," he called back to his to his partner. His voice, still harsh, was directed to me now, "So, what are you doing on a back road so far from home, Dawn!"
"I told you, just checking out the roads," I said. "Listen, I didn't do anything, really, if you're looking for someone, you got the wrong person, I'm...
His hand went over my mouth cutting off my rambling tale of despair. "Just shut the fuck up!" The words brought more tears to my eyes, but I held back from crying out loud. I was determined to be stoic. I wasn't going to give in to these pricks.
"Listen, maybe we're wrong," the officer said. What a change in demeanor. Now his voice sounded soft and kind. "It's just that we've had a lot of drugs moving through the county."
"Yeah," I could hear his partner say. "And you know, you not being from around here, well, we can't be to careful," the first officer spoke again, but this time there was something cruel about his voice again. "Listen, we'll do a search. If we find nothing and you cooperate, we'll let you go. You don't cooperate and I guarantee we'll find something. You got kids?"
"No," I answered him. "I've got a kid sister back in Ohio, that's it."
"What's her name?" he demanded. I didn't understand the questions he was asking, I mean how they pertained to anything, but I understood the earlier threat about finding something.
"Angie," I told him.
"Well, if you don't want Angie growing up with her big sister in prison then you better do what we say."
Panic set in at the thought. "Prison!" I screamed out. "What the hell are you talking about!" There was no response from him. I knew I hadn't done anything wrong but I guessed it would be their word against mine. I resigned myself to cooperating with them. There was no other choice.
"You married?" the officer asked.
"I was," I told him. "Not anymore. Divorced."
"Anybody even know you're out here?" I should have told him yes, but didn't. I was too afraid to lie. He asked me for my local address and said something to his partner.
I felt his hands reach under my arms and pull me up. For the first time I saw his partner. He was tall, maybe about 6-2. He was well-built, too. In fact, the only difference in the two men was the partner was black and the first officer was white.
The partner spoke next. "You think she's got anything hidden in her car we need to look for?"
"No," said the first. "I think a body cavity search should do it!" My body almost went limp when I heard the words. I would have fallen but he still held me tightly in the grip of his strong hands that was beginning now to hurt.
"Won't be hard to do it, the bitch ain't got no panties on," he added laughing. His partner joined in the laughter. There was a sickness to these men but there wasn't anything I could do about it. It would be useless to try anything with my hands cuffed behind my back. A sinking feeling of hopelessness raced through my mind. My body felt hot.
The cop that had first taken me out of the car told me to bend over leered at me as he spoke, "I'm going to do an vaginal cavity search first." He had to be kidding. I wanted to speak out, but didn't. Yeah, like I really would have drugs stuffed up my pussy. If I wasn't in the situation I was in I would laughed. He released my arms.
"Take off the dress," he ordered me." I looked at him confused. My hands were cuffed behind my back. His fingers gripped the soft fabric and ripped. Now I was standing completely naked on a country road with two men, both of whom held what I felt was my life in their hands.
I could hear the zipper on this pants slowly coming down and then the sound of his belt being unfastened. He moved to my side and grabbed me again pulling up slightly. Jerking my head toward him I found myself staring right at the head of his hard cock.
"Get my dick wet!" he barked out his order at me. He pushed his hips forward and the tip of his cock pushed past my lips and slightly into my mouth. Apparently it wasn't good enough for him.
"I said get it wet, good and wet, you fucking cunt!" His cock pushed deeper into my mouth. I made slurping sounds from the build up of saliva in my mouth mixed with the precum liberally flowing out of his cock. Satisfied, he pushed me back down in my crouched position and moved behind me.
All of a sudden, no foreplay or anything, not that I was expecting any, his cock plowed into my pussy. He stroked in and out. It was rough at first, but I guess something about it made my pussy wet. He grabbed the small chain connecting the cuffs to hold me from falling forward and went on some kind of fucking rampage without any warning.
"Fuck my cock, you little bitch...c'mon fuck it!" he screamed almost at the top of his lungs. I tried to push back as best I could. He ground his hard cock into my delicate pussy. His hands went to my shoulders pulling me up. He moved his hands, one at a time, under my ass pulling me up further and then lowered me letting my pussy drop down over his cock. Jerking me up and down by my ass cheeks, his cock buried itself in and out my pussy. He hammered away with violent, punishing strokes. Then all of a sudden he stopped.
"Get down on your fucking knees," he told me harshly. "It's time for the anal cavity search now."
"No!" I screamed out surprising myself as the word pierced the quiet country setting. He pushed me down. My face went into the grass along the side of the road. As I fell forward I could hear his partner. He had walked around to the side of the car I was on and standing in front of me.
"Yeah," I could hear his partner say. "You do it and I'll do the oral cavity search, then we should be done."
Both of them laughed while I shuddered in fear. I still couldn't believe this was happening to me. The man behind me had his cock in his hand. I could feel the head poking and probing around my asshole.
No one had ever fucked me the ass before. I could feel the head of his cock trying to find the little hole and it did. With a mighty thrust he rammed it into the small opening cramming my ass full of his hot cock. I screamed out from the pain. My ass felt like it was on fire. With my face buried into the grassy area along the side of the road I couldn't see what was going on.
I guess the black guy must have taken off his pants while this assfucking was going on. I felt my head being lifted up. He was down on his knees in front of me. His cock was hard. It's funny what goes through your mind. I noticed it was darker than the rest of his body. Long, thick and black. It jutted out at my face in a menacing way. As much as I loved sucking cock, it scared me, it really did.
There was no way I could take his cock in my mouth. It was too big and thick and I just couldn't balance myself with my hands still cuffed behind my back. I forgot about the cock staring into my face when the prick behind me pulled back and forced it's way back in. I could feel the man's pubic area slam against my ass cheeks.
My eyes closed as I winced in pain. My mouth opened to scream again but it was too late. The black man had inched closer and pulled by head by the hair over his blood-filled cock. They were fucking me from both ends into submission. My face felt like it was contorted. My mouth was stuffed full of his black cock. My cheeks filled and pushed out. I could barely breathe and the now the guy behind me was relentless in fucking my ass. I could hear the bastard behind me.
"C'mon bitch, work that fucking ass of yours...c'mon baby, fuck back, fuck back!" he yelled. With one cock stuffed in my ass and another in my mouth, I was impaled on both ends by the men as they continued fucking me. The black man was kneeling in front of me now holding my head up and fucking my face and the white officer ramming his cock in and out of my ass.
I could hear the men whooping, laughing and swearing drowning out my whimpers of despair. Sweat was pouring off my body as the two fucked me hard, one from the front and one from behind. Despite the pain, the real humiliation came at that point. All of a sudden I was moaning like a slut in heat.
My ass slammed back to meet the cock burying itself there and I sucked as best I could the hard cock in my mouth. Maybe it was the moans, but somehow the guy behind me got the cuffs off.
I braced myself with one hand on the ground with the other I wrapped my fingers around the black shaft. Having more freedom, I moved my head up and down the ebony shaft and took time to suck tightly on the large mushroom head.
The man behind me grabbed and hips and grasped them tightly pistoning his hard cock faster in and out of my ass. I tried to meet each stroke moving my ass to meet his thrusts now.
My hand and mouth worked the cock in my mouth. Somehow I was able to take it down. I could smell the musky scent of sex of the black man every time my nose rubbed against his black, curly pubic hair. I devoured the veiny cock in my mouth lapping at the juices running from the top.
I could feel the man behind me dig his cock deep in my asshole and hold it there. His hands tightened their nasty grip on my hips. I knew he was going to come. I thought I could feel his cock jerking around inside of me. His pent-up cum exploded from his cock as he shot his hot load deep inside of me.
My body started to shake, just a little at first, then more violently. The waves of pleasure resounded throughout my body. My body was writhing as I came. I crested from one wave of ecstasy to another. My moans came loud forcing themselves out over the cock fucking deeply in and out of my mouth. Our orgasms subsided almost simultaneously.
I could feel the death-like grip on my hips loosen and the cock in my ass being slowly pulled out. I clamped my anal walls down to hold it inside me but it continued slowly moving out with a popping sound at the end. I could feel the some of the hot cum trail out behind it and slowly move down the insides of my thighs.
The black officer's body stiffened. I could feel his hard cock quiver in my mouth. He tried to shove it in my mouth as he came but I held on with my one free hand keeping the head just inside my mouth. His fiery cum burned my tongue coating it with a thick coat of white cream. More cum shot from his cock filling my mouth. When the last jet shot into my mouth and died to a trickle I gulped down the mouthful of cum in my mouth. There was so much I almost choked.
Both men now stood up and dressed. "Put your dress back on," the white officer told me pawing at my tits as he spoke. I slowly put the tattered dress back on.
The black officer looked at me and laughed. "Looks like we didn't find anything!"
"Yeah," the other said, "I'm letting you off with a warning; you're free to go. Just remember though, we know where you live."
They walked back to their police car, got in and drove off. There wasn't really anything I could do. I knew they were right-they did know where I lived. Whatever I had endured I couldn't tell anyone about it. At that point all I could think about was my future safety. I knew I had to find Ben. He would take care of everything for me.
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