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Barbara saw the flashing red lights and pulled her
motorcycle over to the curb. Before she had a chance to even ask
questions, Deputy Phelps and Sheriff Carlisle had her thrown against the
squad car and were reading her, her rights.
"But what have I done?" Barbara asked.
Deputy Phelps put a hand on Barbara's back and pushed. She was flattened
over the hood of the squad car. Her big tits nearly spilled out of the
neckline of the leather jacket as they were pressed against the police
car's hood. In back, bending over like she was, her miniskirt pulled up,
showing off the backs of her thighs almost to her panties. Even the tops
of her stockings and some of her bare flesh was exposed because of the
position she was in.
"Please, I haven't done anything wrong!"
Her arms were wrenched behind her back and Barbara felt steel handcuffs
locking around her wrists. An overpowering sense of dread swept over her
as she tested the handcuffs and found that she couldn't get them off.
"You drive," Sheriff Carlisle said in a commanding tone to his deputy.
Barbara's heart was pounding as she was brought to the back of the squad
car and shoved inside. When Sheriff Carlisle got in with her, she knew she
was in for big trouble.
"Why am I here? I haven't done anything wrong!"
Sheriff Carlisle turned toward Barbara, his eyes burning with anger.
"No, little lady, you ain't done nothin' wrong! But that bitch mother of
yours has gone to see Mayor Collins, and now he wants to know why we
arrested your drunk father!"
"My father is not a drunk!"
"He was last night when he was driving!"
Barbara shook her head in confusion. The handcuffs bit into the tender
flesh of her wrists. She felt totally vulnerable and helpless and suddenly
wished that she hadn't worn such a short skirt. Her leather miniskirt was
bunched up so high on her thighs it showed the flesh above her stocking
tops.
"Let me tell you this, Barbara Hobson, if the shit hits the fan and any of
that shit hits me, I'm going to make your life miserable in this town."
He was looking straight into Barbara's eyes as he unzipped his pants and
pushed them down to his thighs.
"Now why don't you show me that you really haven't got anything against
me?"
He moved across the seat, putting an arm around Barbara's shoulders. She
was glad now that she had applied a fresh coat of lipstick to her mouth
after having it rubbed off on Mr. Jones's cock. Barbara knew that if she
didn't please Sheriff Carlisle, he'd make her life a living hell, just
like he promised.
When he kissed her, Barbara closed her eyes. His hand slipped inside her
jacket, cupping her tit. She felt tingles coming from her nipple, which
was quickly becoming hard and erect.
She moaned, shocked with herself for becoming aroused so easily. Even
though she didn't like the situation she was in, her perpetually
responsive body was coming alive to what was being done to it.
The squad car moved away from the curb, driving aimlessly through the
suburban streets, as Barbara gave herself over totally to the sensations
the sheriff's hand and mouth were eliciting from her.
Sheriff Carlisle fumbled with the buttons of Barbara's jacket for a bit
before he got it open. She sighed as she felt her tits jiggle, unconfined
now without the leather to hold them. Between her slender thighs she could
feel the pussy juice moistening the lips of her cunt.
"What are you going to do to me?" she asked.
Sheriff Carlisle just chuckled. Barbara turned her face away from him and
he kissed the smooth, velvety arch of her neck, his hand squeezing her tit
firmly. She shivered with delight, finding it oddly stimulating to have
the handcuffs around her wrists.
"You've got a great body," the sheriff hissed, kissing his way slowly down
to Barbara's quivering tits.
Barbara looked at Deputy Phelps as he drove the squad car.
He had the rear view mirror twisted so that he could see her.
An audience was all Barbara ever really needed to get so turned on she
couldn't help herself and she suddenly realized that she had one. Even if
she hadn't planned it to work out this way, she did indeed have an
audience. Her clit throbbed hotly between her cunt lips. She felt lust
flare up like an inferno inside her. And then the sheriff's mouth was
devouring her ripe cherry nipples and she was squirming, and writhing in
bliss in the back seat of the squad car.
Barbara moaned as she felt the hot mouth sucking her nipple into a fiery
bud of raw, tingling flesh. She put her head back against the seat,
shivering as Sheriff Carlisle bared his teeth and bit her nipple.
"Mmmmmmft!" he mumbled, whipping the nipple with his tongue.
Sheriff Carlisle put his hand on Barbara's knee, feeling her stocking
against his palm. He pushed her knees apart, his hand creeping slowly up
her leg. Barbara's heart pounded faster as she felt the hand moving higher
and higher. And even though she disliked the sheriff on a personal level,
she couldn't deny the satisfaction he was giving her. She spread her knees
wide apart and her miniskirt pulled up to her hips.
"Ohhhhh! Please don't," Barbara whispered without meaning the words she
felt she had to say.
The hand pressed against her tight, pink cunt lips. Even through her black
bikini panties the contact of the sheriff's fingers to her clit sent raw,
jagged bolts of ecstasy sizzling through her curvaceous, electrified body.
The sheriff continued sucking on Barbara's nipples, licking and sucking
and biting the warm feminine flesh as he fondled her pussy through her
panties. At his crotch, his big cock was fully erect, hard as steel,
waiting to be shoved into the teenager's ripe, wanton, thoroughly fuckable
body.
As Barbara pressed back into the seat, she could once again feel the
handcuffs biting sharply into her wrists. Knowing full well that she was
helpless against these men sent trembles of excitement and fear through
her.
The sheriff's hand was rubbing hard against her cunt lips and clit. Hot,
slick pussy juice was lubricating the teenager's hungry, seething cunt.
The lips and tongue that went from one nipple to the other added fuel to
the fire of wanton, unbridled lust that made Barbara's head spin.
"Ohhhh! You bastard! You cruel bastard!" Barbara whispered, her tone so
soft the sheriff didn't hear her.
Looking through her eyelashes, Barbara saw that Deputy Phelps was watching
what was happening through the rear view mirror as he drove. Knowing that
he was watching her made slick pussy juice ooze to her cunt even faster
and Barbara squirmed almost theatrically in the back seat of the car,
pretending to try to shake her tits away from the sheriff's hot, hungry
mouth.
"Don't fight me, you bitch!" the sheriff hissed.
Barbara stopped writhing. She felt a finger slip under the leg hole of her
panties, rubbing against her naked cunt lips. The finger pushed between
her pussy lips, and the teenager gasped.
"Please! Oh, please! Don't do this to me!" Barbara moaned, knowing the
words would excite the men.
Sheriff Carlisle took his mouth off the girl's tit. Both of her pink
areolas and nipples were moist with his saliva. He pushed himself to the
opposite side of the squad car.
"Suck this cock, and you'd better be good at it," he hissed, holding his
prick by the shaft.
Barbara's hazel eyes got wide as she looked at the sheriff's prick. It was
larger than she had hoped for, a full, fiery ten inches long. The cock
head seemed almost small compared to the incredible thickness of the shaft
of his prick.
She loved giving blow-jobs, but even Barbara, with all her experience,
wasn't certain that she could deepthroat a cock that size. The shaft was
the thickest one she'd ever laid her eyes on. Though she had taken cocks
that long into her mouth before, nibbling her lips down the shaft until
she had the cock head buried deep down her throat, she'd never swallowed
one quite like the sheriff's before.
Sheriff Carlisle hooked his hand behind Barbara's neck and pulled her
down. With her feet on the floor of the car, she was twisted sideways.
Barbara lost her balance with her hands cuffed behind her. She fell onto
her side and the sheriff's big prick hit her on the cheek. The cock head
was warm and spongy, the shaft of the sheriff's prick steelishly hard.
"Suck it, you slut!"
When his fingers pushed through her auburn hair, Barbara squealed softly.
She struggled to get her knees beneath her so that they would be up on the
seat of the squad car. As it was, her face was in the sheriff's lap, with
the shaft of his cock pressing against her cheek and ear.
"You bitch! I want a blow-job!"
Barbara was still struggling to get in position when she felt her
miniskirt being raised up, then the sheriff's open hand slapped her ass
cheek. Through her panties she could feel the sting and the heat of his
palm.
She fell onto the floor of the car, her tits pressing against the
sheriff's knee, and raised her mouth to his cock head. Without any
preliminaries, Barbara opened her lips and sucked his prick tip into the
velvety soft, liquid warmth of her mouth.
Sheriff Carlisle groaned as he felt the young girl's lips tightening
around the broad girth of his cock shaft, his prick tip pushing against
the back of her mouth.
A soft, muffled sound of joy came from Barbara as she swirled her tongue
around the shaft of the cock. She could feel Sheriff Carlisle's prick tip
throbbing hotly against the opening of her throat and Barbara felt certain
that she would, if she got in a more favorable position, be able to
swallow all of his prick down her throat.
She nodded her head, groaning a little as the sheriff twisted her hair
through his fingers and guided her face up and down on his prick.
The young girl flicked her tongue against the slitted piss hole at the
head of his cock. She moaned again, quite softly, shivering with ecstasy
as the taste of a hard cock tingled on her taste buds.
Sheriff Carlisle released Barbara's hair, allowing her to bring her lips
and tongue up and down on his prick at whatever speed and tempo she
wanted. He leaned back in the car, looking down to see her auburn hair
swirling at his crotch, feeling her lips, teeth and tongue making his cock
even longer, thicker and harder.
"That's it, Barbara," he said quietly, almost soothingly. "That's how you
give a blow-job. I always knew you were a cock-sucker."
The words seared Barbara's soul, but she couldn't let her anger be known
to the sheriff.
Struggling to breathe with the huge prick stuffing her mouth, Barbara
shivered, her nipples hard as pebbles, sucking passionately on the
lip-stretching prick. She nodded her beautiful face over the prick, taking
the meat into her mouth until the cock head pushed against the opening of
her throat, then pulling up so that she could slash her tongue against the
sheriff's piss hole.
"Mmmmmmft!" she slurped, a bubble of saliva forming on her lips as she
filled her mouth with hard prick.
Because she was kneeling sideways to the sheriff, Barbara couldn't fit
much more of the cock into her mouth than the prick tip and a couple
inches of the shaft. The oval-shaped incredibly thick shaft of the cock
stretched the teenager's lips.
"That's better," Sheriff Carlisle said quietly as the squad car rolled
down suburban streets. "That's a good little cock-sucker. I knew you'd
know what to do with a prick in your mouth."
He reached beneath Barbara's body, grabbing one of her tits and pinching
the nipple. She shivered, pretending to be disgusted with him when in
truth his hand was firing up her lusts. His fingers pinched and tugged on
her electrified nipple. Pussy juice made Barbara's skimpy panties cling
wetly to her cunt.
Barbara rubbed her side of the throbbing, heavily veined shaft with her
tongue. She wished that she could get directly between the sheriff's
thighs to that she could face his prick head-on. That way, with its
natural slightly downward curve to the shaft, she would be able to
deep-throat all of his cock, sucking the entire length down her throat,
swallowing him whole.
The sheriff put his hand on the back of Barbara's head and pushed down.
The fat cock rolled between her lips. When the prick tip pounded against
the back of her mouth, Barbara nearly choked on the jaw-stretching prick.
No matter how much she wanted to feel the sheriff's awesome cock sliding
down her throat, swelling her neck out, the hot-blooded teenager knew that
she'd never do it in the position she was now in.
"Pull behind there," Barbara heard Sheriff Carlisle say to his deputy. "In
the alley. This little cunt is going to do better than this or she's in
big fuckin' trouble!"
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