County Sheriff Tom Carson was excited for his weekend. His 22-year-old son Carl was bringing home his new girlfriend to meet him and his wife. This was his son’s first serious relationship, and he was proud of his son. From everything Carl told him, Sara was a great girl: smart, accomplished, hard-working, and quite beautiful (based on some cheeky Instagram stalking).
Carl had arrived the prior night and brimmed with excitement to introduce his girlfriend. Sara would drive up this morning. Tom had a big surprise planned for her. He had always fancied himself a bit of a prankster, and for his latest prank, he planned to pull over Sara as soon as she drove into the county and give her a bit of a hard time before revealing he was Carl’s dad and that it was all a joke. He loved screwing with his friends and family. Even when they didn’t love it, it made him laugh.
He knew what road she’d be driving in, roughly the time of day, and what model of car she drove. Tom was practically giddy as he positioned his patrol car behind a billboard on the road into the county. Not 15 minutes later, Sara’s bright red Dodge Durango shot past. Tom turned on his sirens and lights and took off after her.
Sara’s heart sank as she noticed the police car behind her. She knew she was in big trouble because she had been so busy with school and getting ready to meet Carl’s parents that she had let her driver’s license and car registration lapse. She had planned to clear everything up next week. She just needed to make it a few days without getting pulled over, but here was the world’s most inopportune traffic stop. She was trying to guess what the penalty for this might be. Would she get arrested or detained? She honestly didn’t know.
She pulled over her car and checked her hair and makeup in the mirror. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was in a neat ponytail, and her 45 minutes of makeup to look like she wasn’t wearing makeup was perfect. Maybe she could play the cute dumb blonde and charm her way out of it. Her heart pounded and felt like it might jump out of her chest.
In the rearview mirror, she saw a wall of a man approaching from the police car. He looked to be about 6’4” and broad-chested like a lumberjack. His salt and pepper hair suggested he was in his mid to late 40s, and his mustache and stubble framed a serious scowl. He knocked aggressively on her window. Sara smiled sweetly and asked, “Hello, officer, how can I help you?”
Tom barked back, “That is ‘Sheriff,’ not ‘officer,’ young lady. Get your little ass out of that car and come around to the front so we can discuss what you’ve done.”
Sara’s hopes of charming her way out of this were crushed. With a mix of anxiety and fear, she walked towards the front of the car as Tom trailed behind her. Tom struggled to keep a straight face. Sara struggled not to cry.
“I am so sorry, Sheriff. Now I know I was wrong to let my license and registration lapse, but I was planning on fixing everything on Tuesday,” she said with a shaky voice, instantly regretting confessing this information. Why couldn’t she think straight under stress? It was perhaps her greatest flaw.
Tom thought he had hit the jackpot. Now, he didn’t need to make up a pretext for pulling her over. He’d just use those transgressions to get her all wound up before letting her in on the joke. He could tell it wouldn’t be hard based on how scared she already was, but that just meant it would be even more of a relief when he let her in on the joke.
“Do you have any idea what we do to scofflaws in this county? Put your hand on the hood of the car where I can see them.”
He stood over her, letting his size intimidate the 5’2” 21-year-old blonde. He grabbed his walkie-talkie and pretended to hit the talk button, “This is Unit 50, requesting backup. We have a suspect who just confessed to an 182 and a 311 in progress.” This was all nonsense. None of those were real police codes in this jurisdiction.
Sara complied without even thinking, placing her palms flat on the hood of her car obediently. “Oh my god, he’s calling for backup. I must really have fucked up. This is so bad. I am totally getting arrested. Carl’s parents are going to think I am a criminal,” she thought to herself. She was almost hyperventilating. With every breath, it felt like her chest would rip through her dress.
“I’m going to need to frisk you. You’re not hiding any weapons, are you?”
“Oh no, sir. Of course not”
“Don’t lie to me!”
“I’m not lying. Please! I don’t have any weapons!” she cried out, using every bit of willpower to hold back the tears welling up inside her.
“What about drugs? I know a druggie when I see one. What are you on?”
“What?! Nothing. I’ve never done drugs. I don’t have anything!”
He was struggling to hold back the laughter. This sweet young girl was the furthest thing from a criminal he could imagine. She looked like the actress you’d hire to play a naive girl next door in a movie. He took a moment to look her up and down. She was a petite little thing, no more than 100 lbs. She wore a sleeveless gingham summer dress with a v-neck cut that allowed for a polite amount of cleavage, perfect for meeting your boyfriend’s parents. The body of the dress fit perfectly and highlighted her thin physique and C-cup breasts that looked much bigger on her small frame. She had an ass that was toned by years of cheerleading, volleyball, and yoga. Her thighs were thick and toned in a way that she was insecure about but made every man who saw them drool.
He wasn’t sure if he should push things further or let her know it was a joke. He couldn’t help himself and kept going. He lightly kicked her legs apart so he could frisk her. He placed his large hands on her waist. His hands almost wrapped all the way around her. He started patting her down roughly. Tom laughed in his head, between the tightness of the body of the dress and the shortness of the skirt, she couldn’t have been hiding anything even if she wanted.
Sara was in a full-on panic. Adrenaline was coursing through her veins. Her mind was rapidly cycling through options for getting out of this: Could she flirt with him? Should she threaten to sue him? Maybe try a “Do you know who my parents are?” even though her parents weren’t anybody powerful.
Nothing made much sense in her current state. It didn’t help that a small part of her enjoyed the way he was manhandling her. It reminded her of Carl when he would get a little rough with her. It was made worse because she had spent the last half hour of her drive fantasizing sexually about Carl since they hadn’t seen each other in a few days, and she was desperately horny for him. This sheriff vaguely resembled Carl physically and even smelled like him. His rough treatment of her was sending very confusing signals through her body. She decided to just comply with everything he said. That would surely put an end to this as fast as possible and get her back to Carl.
Tom turned Sara around and slapped handcuffs on her wrists. Sara noticed that these were the same type of handcuffs Carl uses when they get kinky.
Tom said, “I guess you know what happens now.” Tom meant to imply he was going to arrest her and take her to the county jail. Sara, who had watched entirely too much police porn, thought he meant he was going to force himself on her. Her heart sank. She had never cheated on Carl or any of her past boyfriends. She’d also never done anything sexual with someone she wasn’t dating. As much as she didn’t want to, her panic-riddled brain decided to just get it over with as quickly as possible. Maybe she could get away with a quick blowjob.
Tom momentarily got distracted as a car sped past, chased by a state trooper. He listened intently to the radio report to make sure he didn’t need to assist, but everything was under control. At the same moment that Tom removed his focus from Sara, she dropped to her knees. In her haste to get this over with, her cuffed hands opened his pants and pulled out his cock before he realized what had happened. With tears rolling down her cheeks, she took the head of his cock into her mouth.
Tom turned his attention back to her and was too shocked to react right away as he realized Sara was no longer standing in front of him. Instead, she was on her knees, holding his cock. By the time everything started to compute, his cock was getting sucked. He was about to tell her to stop just as she started to swirl her tongue around the head of his cock.
“No, you don’t …have to,” was all he got out. Then, in barely a whisper, “Stop… we can’t”.
The logical part of Tom’s brain was rapidly shutting down. He hadn’t had sex in weeks. His wife and he only had sex maybe only once every other week, and she only gave blowjobs on his birthday and Valentine’s Day. He hadn’t had sex with another woman since he was in college 25 years ago. His heart and brain were telling him he had to be loyal to his wife of 23 years. He especially couldn’t cheat with his son’s girlfriend. But he was powerless to this 21-year-old sucking his cock.
God, she hated this sheriff and herself. This dirty piece of shit was raping her mouth. When she pulled his cock out, she estimated it was already 5 inches long and fairly thick. She assumed he must have already been partially erect. The dirty asshole must have been fantasizing about this. She hoped that meant he would come quickly and this would be over. With red eyes and tears streaming down, she took as much of his cock as she could, then bobbed her head back until just the head was in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the head. She then slid it to the back of her throat while wiggling her tongue along the underside of the shaft. This always drove Carl wild. As much as she hated the idea of giving the Sheriff pleasure, she wanted to get this over with.
But something odd was happening. Usually, she was able to take more and more of a cock down her throat as she adjusted to having a cock in her mouth. But she was getting less and less of the Sheriff’s cock in her mouth. Her assumption that his 5-inch length when she pulled it out of his pants was evidence of arousal was wrong. After just a minute of sucking, he had grown to almost 7 inches and gotten considerably thicker.
Sara took his cock out of her mouth and was shocked at the monster she was holding. It was at least an inch longer than Carl’s, who was her most endowed lover to date. It was also much thicker. This was going to be a lot more work than she anticipated. But staring at this beautiful hard cock glistening with her spit, something inside her started to turn on. She could feel arousal start to build, and it scared her. His cock unbelievably continued to grow as she studied it. Her tears had dried up, but the mascara smears remained.
Sara’s brain and her pussy had long battled for control of her. Her high school boyfriend was a bit of an asshole. He would regularly do things to piss her off. Her brain would start to tell her to dump him, but then he would do something like roughly pinning her to a wall while gently nibbling at her neck, and her pussy would grant him a full pardon. Right now, every neuron in her head wanted the death penalty for this evil cop and for her to be loyal to her boyfriend, but her pussy was considering a full amnesty.
Tom looked down at the sexy blonde holding his partially erect cock. She stared at it dreamily. He could tell she was impressed. That was a massive turn-on. This sexy bitch just wantonly admired his cock. That surge of lust sent his cock to fully erect in her hands. Something in her eyes changed as admired his now 8-inch cock.
She wrapped both her handcuffed hands around his cock and lifted it straight up. Her eyes locked on his eyes as she sucked in one of his balls. She let it go and then sucked in the other. Then, without breaking eye contact, she slowly licked from the very base of his shaft to the head. She gave the head a gentle kiss while running her nail lightly down the shaft. She cupped and squeezed his balls while she slowly slid her lips and tongue along the underside of the shaft. She sucked on the base as the full length of his cock rested on her face. Still staring up at him with his cock on her face, she gave the sheriff a lustful wink before taking the head of his cock back into her mouth.
That sight removed any thoughts on his duty to his wife and son. He only existed to fuck this cocksucking slut. Inside Sara, her brain had abdicated and wiped out any thoughts of Carl. Her pussy was in full control, and it demanded total dedication to this cock. That she could cause a cock to get this big and hard was the ultimate compliment to her, and she was determined to show she was worthy.
Tom moaned, “My god, you suck cock so much better than my wife!”
It hadn’t occurred to Sara that the sheriff might be married. That news made her feel even sexier that this man was risking his marriage for her blowjob. The idea of being a strange man’s sidepiece thrilled her even further than she knew possible. She’d have been ashamed if she was so shamelessly aroused. She had never fantasized about being the “other woman,” but now it was all she wanted.
She forced more of his cock down her throat. She needed to take him all. She needed to be worthy of his lust and praise. Her handcuff hands stroked the bottom half of his cock, and she strained to fit the top half in her mouth. Her jaw ached from the strain of opening wide enough to handle his girth. Her eyes started watering as she gagged on him, smearing her mascara further.
“That’s it. Take it down your throat, you perfect little slut.”
His words unlocked new levels of lust within her. This was where she belonged. This was her purpose. She needed to please this cock more than she needed air or water. She forced more down her throat until she simply couldn’t take more. She pulled his entire cock out of her mouth. Long strands of saliva hung from her mouth to his cock. She looked at his beautiful cock and thought about how lucky she was to have it. She then looked back up into his eyes, and she took him back into her mouth.
Tom felt like a god. He hadn’t been this hard without Viagra in years. How could he be this lucky? This stuff was only supposed to happen in pornos. He had always prided himself on being a good father, loyal husband, and dutiful sheriff. But now, all of that was gone, and he didn’t care. He would give all that up to keep fucking this horny slut’s mouth. Never had he felt more like he was doing the right thing than as he fucked his son’s girlfriend’s face.
Sara forced more and more of his cock down her throat. She was determined to prove herself worthy of this cheating, married cop. She pulled his cock out of her mouth and gasped for air. Her jaw ached, but she wasn’t going to quit. At this point, his entire cock was soaked with her spit. It even dripped down his balls and to the ground. She sucked on one ball and then the other. Then she licked up and down his shaft. She stared intently at his cock. She gave the head a little kiss, said a silent prayer, and then slowly but steadily started taking his cock down her throat again. Slowly, she took it inch by inch. As she got 7 of the 8 inches in her mouth, she started to gage but didn’t quit. She pushed through until her nose was resting in his pubes. She’d done it.
No accomplishment in her life excited her as much as this. Graduating at the top of her high school class, winning the state volleyball championship, and getting a full scholarship to college, none of those things defined. She was the cocksucker who took 8 inches of married cock down her throat. And to think she’d never had even a 6-inch cock down her mouth until this morning.
She probably looked up into Tom’s eyes. As she desperately breathed through her nose, she held herself there, showing off her accomplishment. Tom was amazed. No one had ever taken his whole cock before. His wife never sucked on more than just the head.
“Good girl,” he moaned. Sara cherished the compliment. Tom savored the moment.
Tom gently stroked her cheek. He then slid his hand around the back of her head and roughly grabbed her by the ponytail. He pulled her head most of the way off his cock until just the head was in her mouth. He then pulled it back down until it was back down her throat. He went slowly and first but increased his tempo and fucked her face. Her eyes watered uncontrollably. The good girl next door now looked like a used slut.
Sara used her still handcuffed hands to steady herself. She then became aware of the fire burning inside her white cotton panties. She was so focused on her mission to take the sheriff’s cock, she completely ignored her own body. She pulled up her skirt and slid her hands down her panties. She had never been this wet without being touched before.
She began rubbing her clit. It desperately needed attention. Within a minute, she was already building towards an orgasm. She tried to moan, but it was suffocated by the sheriff’s cock sawing in and out of her mouth. After another minute, she started to shake, as her orgasm started taking hold. She’d never orgasmed this quickly, but then again, she’d never been this aroused.
Finally, as her orgasm peaked, she had to push the sheriff away and let his cock fall out of her mouth. She screamed and then fell on her side, moaning and shaking. She was barely conscious after the orgasm shook her body completely.
Tom stood over her. Proud of the orgasm he hadn’t even given her. Watching her saliva drip off his cock onto the ground, no thoughts went through his head, just desire. He looked at the crumpled girl on the ground. Mascara smeared. The bottom half of her face soaked in her own saliva like a rabid dog. Her cleavage and the front of her dress were soaked with saliva and sweat. Her hand was still in her now transparent panties. Her knees were badly scraped from kneeling on the side of the road. He couldn’t imagine a sluttier image.
After a moment, she started coming to her senses. She became aware of how much her knees hurt, and her jaw ached. She was also aware of the lust still filling her body. She looked up at the sheriff. She saw him smirking at her as he looked her over like a piece of meat. She saw his still, completely hard cock hanging out of his pants.
“You haven’t cum yet, have you?”
“No, but I’ve never cum from just a blowjob before.”
Sara smiled and said, “We’ll have to try something else then.”
She offered him her hands. He pulled her up off the ground to her feet like she weighed nothing. She put her handcuffed hands around his head and pulled him in for a kiss. They passionately kissed, tongues intertwining. It was odd. For both of them, this kiss elicited more guilt than the blowjob had. A blowjob is purely sexual, but kissing is intimate. Tom thought about his wife and son and how he had betrayed them. Sara thought about Carl and her betrayal.
She pulled her hands back over his head. For a moment, she thought about stopping. But then, as she brought her hands down, they accidentally bumped into Tom’s hard cock. Looking at his thick, veiny cock and the job she hadn’t completed reminded her of what really mattered to her.
She wrapped her bound hands around his cock and looked up into his face with pure lust. Tom’s concerns about his family disappeared as the young girl gripped his cock and started leading him to the passenger side of her car. She opened the door and gestured for him to get into the passenger seat.
He sat on the seat. Sara bent over at the waist and slowly peeled her white cotton panties off. Tom noticed they were sticky to her skin from how wet she was. He greatly enjoyed the view of her toned ass.
Sara climbed on top of Tom. She put one foot on the seat on either side of Tom’s hips while squatting to fit into the car. She grabbed his cock with her shackled hands and lined it up to her pussy. Tom drooled at the sight of her full pouty pussy lips glistening with cunt juice. She looked into Tom’s eyes with lust.
“We’re going to have to go slow. You’re so much bigger than my boyfriend.”
That comment filled Tom with lust, pride, and just a little shame. Not as much shame as he should have felt as he prepared to fuck his son’s girlfriend.
Sara couldn’t believe what she was doing. She had never cheated on a boyfriend before. She hadn’t really even been tempted. She had never had a one-night stand or hooked up with a stranger, and yet here she was with a married man old enough to be her father, whom she’d only met 20 minutes earlier, whose name she didn’t know in a car on the side of a public road with no regrets or doubts about what she was about to do.
Sara slowly started to lower her pussy toward Tom’s raging cock. To Tom, it felt like time had slowed to a crawl as he watched her pussy get closer and closer to his cock. To Sara, it felt like she was traveling miles as she got deeper and deeper into her squat as she yearned to be filled.
Finally, the tip of his cock touched her wet lips. They both gasped, and their eyes connected. They didn’t break eye contact. Sara lowered further as she struggled to get the thick head of his veiny cock inside her. The moment his head popped in, Sara whimpered and pouted. She lowered so the next inch filled her. This cock was much thicker than any cock or sex toy she had used. She raised and then lowered herself until she took another inch. She was whimpering softly with each move. The young girl gave the sheriff a look of desperation and begging as she helplessly tried to take him.
She raised herself again before slowly riding down the top half of his cock. She held herself in place just enjoying the feeling. Sara couldn’t believe how good his cock felt. It was so warm, and she could feel the ridge of his head and every throbbing vein. Why had a cock never felt this good? Then she realized: “Oh my god, I’ve never had sex without a condom.”
Startled, Tom responded, “Oh shit! I don’t carry any. Do we need to stop?”
“NO!” Sara screamed, surprising even herself. “I love feeling your cock skin to skin. It’s incredible. Just try not to cum inside me this time.”
Tom’s pride grew further. Not only was his son’s girlfriend lustfully riding his cock, but he was also the first man to fuck her skin on skin. Tom also couldn’t help but notice the implication of “this time,” and Sara wasn’t sure what she meant by it either, but that was a discussion for after.
She slid up and down again and again very slowly, trying to accommodate all of him but still struggling with the last inches, whimpering each time she failed. As she slid up, Tom moaned, “God, you’re so much tighter than my wife.”
The reminder that the sheriff was married filled Sara with a slutty pride. Fucking another man better than his wife was never on her bucket list before today, but now it was her proudest achievement and the thing she most wanted. She had an almost primal urge to out fuck this woman she’d never met who had never done any wrong to her. She wasn’t just fucking for her own pleasure. She wanted to fuck this man so good his wife would never satisfy him again.
She slid down again but couldn’t quite take it all. She rose again. She looked the sheriff in the eye and said, “I am going to fuck you so much better than your wife.”
Tom replied, “Fuck you, slut.”
He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her down hard, forcing his cock all the way into her pussy. She screamed with a mix of pleasure and pain. She was more filled and fulfilled than she’d ever been. Tom lifted her and pushed her down again. Her eyes rolled back, and her head limply fell backward as she moaned.
They built a tempo that sent both of them into a trance of pleasure. Tom gloried at the sight of this 21-year-old petite angel bouncing on his cock. Even though she still had her bra and dress on, her tits jiggled with every rep. Her every moan and whimper filled him with lust.
“Hey slut, does your boyfriend fuck you this good?”
Tom didn’t know where in his psychology that came from, but he didn’t regret it.
“Ohh, Daddy! You’re so much better than my boyfriend. Your cock is so much better. Don’t ever stop.”
Sara had never called anyone daddy during sex, but she loved saying it to the sheriff, and he loved hearing it.
“I bet you tell all the guys you fuck that.”
“No, Daddy, I’ve never cheated before, but I couldn’t say no to your cock.”
“You love cock, don’t you?”
“I love YOUR cock, Daddy. I love it more than I love my boyfriend.”
Sara was surprised to hear that come out of her mouth. It wasn’t that she loved the sheriff’s cock more than her boyfriend’s cock. It’s that she loved the sheriff’s cock more than her boyfriend. She wasn’t sure if she really meant it, but she was too horny to worry about it now.
“Do you fuck all the little girls you pull over like this? On the side of the road like sluts?”
“I’ve never found a girl as slutty as you before. I’ve never met a tight little cunt who would whip out my cock and start sucking before I even knew what was happening.”
“Does your wife fuck as good as me?”
“No way. You’re so much tighter than my wife.”
“Does your wife go crazy and fuck you on the side of the road?”
“No, I respect my wife too much to fuck her on the road like a WHORE!”
“OH FUCK! DADDDDDYYY!”
Sara began uncontrollably shaking as she screamed. Hearing the sheriff call her a whore sent her over the edge. Her pussy convulsed on his cock. Every nerve in her body was electrified as the biggest orgasm of her life consumed her.
She collapsed onto Tom’s chest, barely conscious. Through heavy breaths, she dreamily whispered, “Oh fuck, daddy… Oh fuck… Thank you… I’ve never … No one has ever … Thank you, Daddy…” Tom pulled his cock out of her, and she whimpered defeatedly, “Nooo, Daddy.”
Tom reclined the passenger seat as far as it would go. He slid out from under her and out the door. She collapsed lifelessly face down on the seat. He climbed on top of her. He pulled her hips up to a position between prone and doggy. He pushed his cock deep inside her. She moaned unintelligibly as he refilled her. At this angle, he hit all new spots that she didn’t know any cock could reach.
Tom built up a rhythm. He didn’t care about anything at this point besides cumming. He didn’t care about his wife. He didn’t care about his son. He didn’t care about the tight little cunt he was fucking or the slut attached to it. He wasn’t having sex WITH Sara. He was fucking, and she just happened to be the piece of meat receiving it.
The momentum of his thrusting started pushing her up the chair. He filled one hand with her hair and the other on her shoulder, pulling her down to meet his pounding. He watched her toned ass quake after each thrust. He roared.
Sara lay helplessly. Between all the effort she expended blowing and riding him plus the emotional draining of the two largest orgasms of her life, she couldn’t have done anything even if she liked. This 225 lb man had complete control of her little 100 lb body. She longed for nothing else but to submit to his domination of her with his thrusting and the holds he had on her hair and shoulder. He possessed her completely and fully.
Her body began quivering again as her third orgasm set in. Tom yanked her head back by her ponytail and grabbed her by the neck with the other hand.
“Look me in the eye when I make you cum!”
“YES! DADDY!” She raised her eyes as far up as she could and looked up at him. He scowled and grunted at her. This sent her over the edge. Her pussy convulsed again, milking his cock.
This started to send Tom over the line. He rolled off her and pulled her out of the car by her hair like she was nothing. Holding her up by the back of her hair and her throat, he blasted the biggest load of cum in his life on her face. Her mouth opened in shock at what was happening, and Tom took advantage to shove his cock in her mouth as he continued to cum.
He continued to fuck her helpless face for the next few minutes as he finished cumming and descending from his orgasm. Sara alternated between gagging, swallowing, and sucking every last bit of cum from his cock. She also enjoyed tasting her own pussy juices as she sucked him clean. She’d never tasted her juices as she’d never let Carl cum in her mouth during sex (not to mention it wouldn’t have mattered since his condom would have had all the pussy juice on it).
Eventually, Tom let go of Sara. She crumpled to the ground. Tom sat back in the passenger seat, trying to catch his breath. Gradually, the fog of lust gave way to post-orgasm clarity. As reality began to creep back in, Tom realized he had to let Sara know who he was.
“I need to tell you something.”
“Ok.”
“I need you not to interrupt until I get all the way through it.”
“Umm, sure?”
“So, this is going to come as a shock, but I am Carl’s dad, Tom.”
“WHAT?!”
“Let me finish. I had just pulled you over as a joke. My plan was to make you feel like you were in trouble, then let you know who I was and that it was all a prank. I was literally seconds from telling you when all … um … ‘this’ happened.”
“Holy shit.” Sara’s mind reeled as she tried to comprehend all this.
“I tried to stop you, but it’s been so long since anyone touched me like that, plus, you’re very skilled. This isn’t the type of guy I am. I’ve never done anything sexual with someone on the job. I never have done anything with any of Carl’s girlfriends or friends. I’ve never cheated on my wife, even before we married. It was just a stupid joke. It wasn’t even supposed to be a sexual joke. Things got out of my control. I am so sorry. I don’t know what else to say.”
Sara was just stunned. She didn’t know what to think. She felt nothing and everything at once. She was numb and wracked with guilt and worried about Carl finding out and feeling sexier than she ever had before.
“I don’t know what to say either. I don’t … I don’t know … What now?”
“There is a truck stop a few miles away. They have showers there. But first…” He grabbed his handcuff key and removed her handcuffs.
Sara followed Tom in her car to the truck stop. He brought her a shower token. In the shower room, she looked at herself in the mirror for the first time. Her mascara was running down her cheeks from her crying, and her eyes watering during the blowjob. Her hair was a mess. Her face was streaked with cum, saliva, tears, and sweat. Her chest was filthy with the combination of road dust and sweat. She looked like a well-used slut. It was unmistakable. No other experience could make a person look this way. Part of her felt guilty. Part of her was worried about Carl and his mom finding out. But the largest part of her felt proud of her performance. She felt fully realized as she stared at her slutty appearance. She almost regretted having to shower it away. This was her natural state of being.
When she got back from the shower, she was wearing shorts and a T-shirt. She had her dress all balled up. Tom used his first aid kit to tenderly clean and bandage her knees. Tom asked her how she felt. She said, “Strangely fine.” He said, “Me too.”
He then told her the plan he had come up with to tell Carl and his wife. They would put the spare tire on Sara’s car. She’d drive to his house and say she got a flat on the way there. She struggled to change it, which is how her knees got scrapped up, and her dress got dirty. They would then say Tom pulled over to help, and eventually, they realized who each of them was. “What a coincidence.” This way, they wouldn’t have to pretend to meet for the first time later. They’d say Tom changed the tire and took the flat one to get patched at the Sheriff’s garage. He’d come home later with the tire.
“That’s a solid story.”
“I guess I’ve become a pretty good liar after catching so many suspects in lies over the years. Hopefully, it’s a skill I won’t need to use too often. But one other thing.”
“Yeah”
“Today was incredible. Probably the best sex I’ve ever had, but I assume it goes without saying that we can never do this again. I love my wife, and I love my son.”
“I agree that the sex was incredible, and I love Carl, too. And while my brain and my heart say you’re right that this can never happen again, I’m not sure our brains or our hearts get the final say. I want to say this will never happen again, but if I am completely honest, if I ever get the chance to fuck you cock again, my body won’t let me say no.”
An uncomfortable silence hung between them. Tom wanted to say she was wrong, but the way his cock stirred when she said her body wouldn’t let her say no, he knew she was right. He had never had such violent, dirty, dominating sex before. It had opened up something new in him, and he couldn’t put it away. If ever there was an opportunity to fuck her again, he would be helpless to stop it.
