Arresting Situation
by Nisa

As she pulled away from the toll plaza and started to drive across the bridge, she noticed the patrol car maneuver behind her. She was careful of her speed, without appearing obvious about it. Thinking that he may just want to be on his own way, she changed to the center lane. He moved his car in behind her again. As she approached the end of the bridge, he turned on his lights and siren. She again moved out of his way to let him pass, and again, he moved in behind her. It was her he was after. She pulled onto the shoulder of the road, but he indicated with his hand for her to continue moving forward and then motioned for her to turn into an alcove on the side of the road. She complied. He, too, pulled in, but at an angle, almost blocking the entrance to this wooded haven.

They each sat in their vehicles for what seemed an eternity. She gathered the appropriate paperwork, license and registration then lowered the window and sat there waiting for him to come collect these items and tell her what she had done wrong. "What is he waiting for?" she wondered. "How long can it take to get the information on a local tag." Mixed with this anxiety though was excitement. She did have a fondness for uniforms, especially police uniforms. Maybe it was that whole "Serve and Protect" thing. While she respected officers for the job they perform, she also found herself fantasizing about them quite often.

He finally got out of his car. She watched in her side-view mirror as he strode around the front of his vehicle and approached her. He filled the grey uniform well. The short sleeves giving well-muscled evidence of the effort he expends to stay fit for duty. Not too tall, blond close-cropped hair, nicely chiseled features. Too bad she couldn't see his eyes though. She could feel a stirring that she struggled to ignore.

He came to stand just far enough away so she could look up to see his face. He did not seem angry or frustrated and seemed to make no effort to appear threatening. "Good morning, ma'am, I'll need to see your license and registration, please" was all he offered with a husky (but not too deep) voice, keeping it very professional. But as he finished these words, he removed his sunglasses, revealing brown, sultry eyes with long lashes encircling them. If the voice wasn't enough to stir her fantasies, the eyes did her in. But she, hopefully, maintained her cool. As she offered the requested documents to him, she managed to find her voice and return the greeting, adding the query "Have I done something... bad, officer?" As the words escaped her lips, she realized they could be misconstrued and that her libido was effecting her judgement. He simply smiled politely and informed her that she had failed to signal before changing lanes. "I'll just go run a check and be right back," he said as he started back toward his car.

As she watched him retreat, she couldn't help but admire the view from this angle too. Was that twinkle in his eyes amusement at her Freudian slip? She didn't seem to mind waiting for him this time, as she let her mind wander about him "serving and protecting". Roused from her daydreams by the sound of his door shutting, she didn't fight the tingling she felt between her legs that got stronger as she again watched him approach her. She was only slightly aware that her fantasizing had caused other physical changes too. Her breathing was slightly faster and could feel the flush in her face. She absent-mindedly hoped this could be interpreted as nervousness.

"I'll have to ask you to step out of the car," his voice a little different this time. His demeanor more stern this time, she was startled from her sexual reverie. He had put his glasses back on even though the light was diffused through the trees. What she didn't know was that he wore them only to hide his visual inspection of his "suspect" as she emerged from her car. She stood facing him, the car door between them. "It's come to my attention that you may be transporting drugs. Go stand next to my vehicle while I search yours." She was stunned and followed his instructions blindly. Standing next to his patrol car she continued to face away from him and her car hoping that watching the traffic pass by would distract her. She realized that not far off was a major highway and yet she could barely make out the traffic rushing past her. She had thought this was where he sat waiting for speeders and other lawbreakers but it was too well hidden. What was this grotto for? In a strange way though, she was relieved that no one could see her being suspected of a crime. But facing the road, she missed that the officer's search of her vehicle was a half-hearted attempt at best.

Oblivious to how much time had passed, she jumped when he said "Now for you." She spun to find him standing inches from her, in his eyes she saw something that excited but also frightened her. "Face the car, place your hands palm down on the roof, spread your feet." She started to object but he sternly, yet calmly, repeated his orders. She did as he said. "Spread your feet farther apart, please." She explained that this was the farthest her straight skirt would allow and he reached down and to her hips and hiked her skirt up several inches. He then repeated his request and she complied. She stood there stunned and vulnerable. She could feel him behind her; there was probably not even an inch of space between them.

He started by undoing her braided hair and running his hands through it. The proceded by reaching to her elbows where the sleeves of her blouse were rolled up and gently patted those cloth rolls around her arms. "I have to make sure you're not carrying the drugs anywhere on your person." His hands slowly moved up her arms to her shoulders and ran his hands over her back down to where the blouse was rolled up and tied around her waist. His fingers went under the blouse against her bare back; his thumbs stayed on the outside of the blouse. He worked his way toward the front making sure nothing was rolled up in the blouse but keeping his fingers against her skin the whole time. Slowly, her fear was being replaced with a sexual response to his touch. He worked his way around to the tie in the front, which he undid. His body was now touching hers and she thought she felt arousal beginning stir in her "captor". She wanted to object, to remind him that a female officer should be conducting this search but she couldn't. Her mind was reeling from all that was happening to her, especially the fact that the moisture between her legs was more than nerves. She became aware of the fact that he was unbuttoning her blouse after he had run his hands over the front of her upper torso. Hands rested on her breasts first rubbing, then squeezing that started gently then got rougher. Her nipples betrayed her emotional state by hardening at his touch and could clearly be felt through the lace cups of her bra. "No drugs in there." She missed the slight smile on his lips.

His hands softly pressed every inch of her skirt against her body. But something felt "wrong" to him. When he got to the hem, he hiked her skirt all the up to her waist. The bare cheeks facing him told him why he didn't feel panty lines. The white thong was barely visible from behind. Those cheeks got the same close inspection her breasts got. His hands ran up to the band around her hips and traced around to the front. One slid down to rub the mound between her legs. If her tits betrayed her excitement at all, the sticky moistness of the thong provided definite evidence. As he squeezed her crotch he also pulled her body closer to him. She could feel his hardness. Her breathing became shallower and her heart beat even faster. "There is need for a more in-depth search." Unsure of what exactly he meant, she still didn't argue.

He reluctantly removed his hands from her and told her to stand up and turn around. She complied, unable to offer resistance. She started to fix her clothing, but he stopped her. He opened the back door and motioned for her to get in. "Slide all the way over, face this way and put your left leg on the seat stretched out in front of you." She did as she was told without hesitation. He leaned into the car and crawled onto the seat toward her. He removed his sunglasses, tossing them over the front seat and she could now see the glint in his eyes. He was clearly looking forward to the rest of the "search". She had braced her upper back arched against the other door with one arm draped over the back of the seat and the other holding onto the front seat. He reached over between her breasts and unhooked her bra and opened it for visual inspection. He ran his fingers slowly around both mounds ending up at the nipples, which were hard and extended now. "They feel real," he said as he moved his mouth over one and then the other to taste them. His tongue started at the wide base and circled each tit continuously until reaching the peak at which the lips then encased the areola, which was sucked into the mouth devouring it. "They taste real too. I guess you're not hiding anything there." The licking and sucking got her even wetter. She was incapable of speech after the feel of his mouth on her.

He lowered his hands to her hips and pulled her closer toward him. She was now lying on the seat with her legs spread wide open to him. He took the band of her thong in both hands and tore it in two, then pulled the small piece of wet fabric from her loins tossing it onto the front seat, a souvenir for later. He ran his fingers through the snatch of dark hair that pointed to the area of his next "inspection" but pulled his hand away and used both hands to lift her lower body from the seat and moved his face to her sloppy, wet cunt. "Now I really can't check this area when it's all wet, I guess I'll have to clean this up." "Please" was the only argument she could offer at the thought of the mouth that just tantalized her tits was going to work the same magic on her throbbing, swollen clit and her aching cunt. Teasingly, he put his mouth on her inner thigh, kissing it lightly. Then traced his tongue from the kiss to the hot, sticky mound. He did not rush lapping up the juices he sought to clear away. Every once in a while his tongue would linger on her protruding love button, teasing and exciting. Or, he would let it work up into the cavity needing thorough examination for hidden contraband. His "inspection" was producing nothing but moans, whimpers and cries of pleasure from his quarry with every movement of his tongue. But realizing that his tongue was not capable of going deep enough, he pulled his mouth away from her, lowered her body back to the seat. He brought his face close to hers and instinctively she licked and kissed away her juices from his face ending with a deep, tongue-probing kiss. Meanwhile, the officer continued his "search" by inserting several fingers into the hole his tongue could not penetrate deeply enough. His long, slender fingers probed the cavern getting covered in the juices that could not stop flowing. "Still not deep enough" he muttered as he slowly exited the inspection area.

But as the hand emerged from that hot cave it had been exploring, his prey seemed energized. She reached out and took his hand to clean the juices now covering it with her tongue and mouth. Lapping up the liquid that had run down his hand then to the fingers. The digits that had given her so much pleasure got the cum sucked off each one slowly, giving the officer an idea for later. Looking at her ravisher now, she saw the bulge in the pants and reached out with her free hand to rub the swollen mass needing to be freed. While she cleaned his one hand, his other was undoing his trousers bringing relief to his hardened organ. He had her reach in to pull out the probe that would go deep enough into her for a thorough "search for illegal substances". She stared at the massive rod that would soon be penetrating her and she licked her lips in anticipation. Not wanting to verbally beg for the "search" to continue she simply raised her hips, presenting herself for inspection.

He poked the head of his cock into her but stopped right inside the entrance, holding it there, teasing her. He waited and unwittingly she gave him what he wanted. Another "please" emerged from his suspect, this time much more urgent. But he still held off. It only took a few seconds before she would urge him to ram his nightstick into her. He was only too happy to oblige but he wanted to be begged. He slowly inserted his swollen cock into her but not all the way and quickly pulled back. It was an all-too-quick taste of what she needed. She openly begged for him to fill her, ram her again and again. Fulfilling his unspoken demand, he did what she wanted. He thrust his instrument into her well-lubed hole farther than she thought he could. After all, he was conducting a search and had to probe as far as possible. She cried out in pain but it was the most exquisite kind of pain. As he continued to repeat this probe, harder and faster, she became very verbal in her admiration of his technique. He was ready to explode having been urged to the brink from her verbal and physical appreciation. He could see that she too was ready to cum. He thrust into her a final time the most violent of all and stayed there while his balls spurt all the juices he could not bear holding any longer. As he exploded into her, her body convulsed in blissful orgasm. He watched her tits bounce as her body released all the tension built up in their interaction and he found this as stimulating as all the activities preceding it, which only helped to sustain the orgasm. As the ejaculation and convulsions subsided, they were spent. The officer sat back in the seat but was not about to let his captive rest.

"I can't spend the rest of my shift with this sticky mess," he said with an evil grin looking down at the exhausted figure spread out on the seat beside him. He could live with the wrinkles in the trousers now down around his legs and in all honesty, he could live with the cum but why should he when being cleaned could provide more pleasure. His suspect roused at the thought of tasting and stimulating that glorious organ of delight. She was more than happy to fulfill his indirect order. They both shifted their positions until she could kneel in front of him and nestle between his legs.

Gently taking his spent penis in her hand she raised it to expose the orbs she wanted to fill again. She hungrily licked all the juices that had splattered onto his balls savoring the flavor of their combined juices. He was enjoying her tongue when she did something that took him by surprise. Once his balls were clean, she encased his cock between her breasts and used them to wipe up all the liquid as she slowly moved them up the length of his shaft. He reached down and squeezed and pinched her exposed and stimulated nipples. She stopped when only his head was exposed above her mounds surrounded by a pool of spent cum. She bent her head down and began to lap up that pool with her tongue like a kitten with her first bowl of cream. Once the surrounding pool was taken care of, her tongue swirled around the protruding head to clean it as efficiently. The whole while she could feel the shaft getting harder and swelling in its wrapping. She could feel the heat emanating from the area of balls so recently emptied filling again below her breasts with the salty liquid she craved. Released from its flesh cocoon, the organ stood erect and she knew she was having as much an effect on her torturer as he did her.

She took the rod in her hand and slowly flicked the tip of her tongue up the length of the underbelly of the shaft. She lingered at her favorite spot. It always produced a satisfying reaction. At the base of the head, she paid extra special attention with her tongue caressing that sensitive area. She got the response she wanted, that first spurt of pre-cum. The officer, once the master of the situation, now the slave of his own body's reactions. It was his turn to moan his appreciation of her talent. She licked and kissed and rubbed and hand-pumped his shaft until he begged to see her come down on him. She reached up and kissed the head, then licked it clean of the liquid that insisted on releasing. Then took the entire head into her mouth still licking it as entered. She took in more, her tongue welcoming each inch of hot meat that worked it's way to the back of her throat. She could feel the veins bulging as the shaft swelled even more at her oral maneuvering. Her mouth stretching to accommodate the bloated rod. And then she pulled slowly back sucking on the entire length until just the head remained being pleasured by her tongue.

But she felt his hand on her head, pushing her back down. "I want to fuck your face and shoot this cannon down your throat." As her head came down, his hips came up. They quickly worked into a pumping rhythm that got faster and with every thrust she could feel it against her throat. The bobbing actions of her head, the moistness of mouth and tongue welcoming his every thrust. Her mouth and throat hurt yet she loved it. Any pain was worth this unimaginable indulgence. She was amazed at how wet and throbbing she was again. She reached down to finger herself while still consuming every thrust of his mighty cock. She felt the spurts start as he smashed her face against his groin. She shifted so she could still breathe through her nose as the cum exploded inside her mouth and down her throat. Her fingers had also helped in getting her to orgasm at the same time and again her body convulsed as she tried to concentrate on swallowing the incredible amount of liquid being shot into her. It subsided. When they both felt calmer, she removed her mouth from around his cock, lapping up whatever juices she may have missed. Truly exhausted she lay her head on his thigh until her body fully calmed down and she felt she could move without her limbs betraying her. He ran his hands through her hair as they both sat silently sated.

Finally, sure of their strength, she climbed back up on the seat beside him and he raised himself up to pull his pants back up. She helped him with this and getting them fastened. She then straddled his lap and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He brought his head forward and buried his face in her breasts; his hands stroked her still-exposed thighs. She caressed his head, enjoying the feel of his soft hair against her palm and fingers. Finally, she spoke.

"The next time I meet you for lunch, think we could do something involving the cuffs?" She could feel the smile broaden on his face.