The Sheriff's Slut
Chapter 2
Cheryl opened the door and placed a small sandaled foot on the gravel.
She pushed one manicured hand down against her short skirt obscuring
the Officer's view up between her long slim legs.
She bent forward to
step from the car, her heavy breasts swinging beneath her, testing the
thin stretch material and revealing a deep cleavage. She stood erect
the heavy orbs giggling and woggling in the indecent top with the
effort. The beefy officer stepped forward before she gained her
balance and spun her around, draping her 5'9" frame over the rear
drivers side fender.
"Wha-a-a-a-t the.....!," the surprised blonde began before her solar
plexus hit the fender forcing the air from her heavily laden chest.
"We take a dim view of speed'in round here, little lady. You City
folks come down roun' heya' and figure you can get 'way with anythin'
you want. Well, I got news for ya.
Not in Sheriff Carter's County they don't!" He stepped forward and
straddled he pretty slender blonde, he pressed his bulging gut into
the small of her back mashing her into the hot car fender. He grinned
to himself as he felt the log of his cock twitch and tingle as he felt
the intoxication of power run through him. He reached up grabbed a
slender wrist as she tried to push her self up from the car and
slapped the cuffs on it pulling it up behind her bare back He then
pulled the other flailing bare arm back to join it's partner and
secured it.
Cheryl panicked as she felt the weight of the officer against her back
as he pulled first one arm then the other behind her and cuffed them.
She winced at the bite of the cold metal into her slender wrists and
the heat of the car's metal against her bare belly. Her massive
breasts were mashed beneath her and ballooned out to the sides beneath
her arms as her short skirt rode up to the curve of her buttocks. A
grunt issued from her pretty painted mouth as it hung open in shock,
her wide blue eyes bulged. The pretty blonde's mind was a welter of
confusion, fear and anger. Beneath the weight of the officer's
bulging gut she never felt the hardness of his erection as it slotted
between her rounded buttocks.
The sweating Sheriff stepped back and grabbed the girl's slender upper
arms and lifted the confused girl up and pun her around to face him.
"Okay, darlin', I reckon I have probable cause for a search of this
heya, automobeel." he drawled, obviously more at ease now that he was
completely in control. "Now you'all just relax." he said raising a
pudgy hand up to pat the shocked young woman on a flushed cheek. His
eyes boring into hers before dropping to her deep cleavage where they
lingered for an instance. He stepped to the drivers door and leaned
in to get the keys from the ignition. Cheryl watched as he draped his
gut over the door to retrieve her keys then turned toward her
adjusting his pistol belt before walking back to where she leaned
against the warm metal fender. Her eyes caught the bulge in his tan
pants and the dark stain that marked the end of the bulge. "The
bastard in enjoying this. He has a leaking hardon!" her mind filled
with revulsion and her stomach churned at the sudden thought.
The fat man swaggered over to her his left arm rubbing against her
plump firm breasts, all the more prominent due to her arms being
cuffed behind her. He paused fumbling with her keys his left bicep
slotted between the fat heavy orbs as he raised her keys in mock
confusion and asked her to identify the trunk key. His fat lips
formed a sadistic smirk as he sucked on the sodden toothpick he held
in his teeth.
"So you is a col-ledge student? What is it you're study'in up there
in Bost'in?" he said with a smirk, his arm pressing into the fat
mounds of her breasts.
Cheryl stood transfixed her mind refusing to believe what was
happening. Her face flushed at the touch of the man against her
breasts, he nose pricked, as she caught the odor of sweat mixed with
stale beer. Her guts twisted and she fought the urge to vomit as her
stomach heaved.
"I-I-I study law, you know, to be a lawyer...." she stammered in
confusion.
"My, my." he said clicking his tongue. "A lawyer. Ya should have
known better, ya' know?"
The Sheriff stepped past her inserted the key with a click and the
trunk opened with a thunk. The man emitted a low whistle from behind
her.
"H-o-o-o-o-boy, little lady, you're in a heap of trouble. No wonder
you was speedin', what with ya carryin' all this bootleg beer and
t-keela. An you be'in under age and all." he said walking around to
face her shaking his pumpkin head.
"But I was only taking it down for my friends...for our spring break
party!" she pleaded her clear blue eyes starting to brim with tears of
fear and confusion. A battle raged inside the nineteen year old as
the law school coed struggled with daddy's little girl, rage struggled
with fear, retaliation with compliance, indignation and contrition.
"Please, please, don't take me in. You can keep the liquor, I'll pay
the fine. Just let me go, please!" the little girl surfaced with a
sob as her eyes overflowed, tears streaming down her cheeks dark blue
stain sprinkling her halter. The nineteen year old shuddered with a
sob as contrition and compliance won, the victory blow being the
realization that the defiantly foolish coed law student had caused the
situation.
"Now, now, there, we'll jus' go in ta' the station and git this all
straightened out." he lied. He cupped her cheeks in a fatherly manner
raising her face to his with a mocking smile. "It'll be all right."
He said smoothly, wiping her tears from her cheeks with his thick
thumbs.
The little girl in Cheryl looked up at his invisible eyes and felt
safe with his touch. "Maybe it would be alright. It would all be
straightened out." bubbled the adolescent in her.
The fat pudgy Sheriff raised the top on her car and locked it. He'd
make a call from the office, a chop shop in the next county would make
right smart work of it and give him sixty percent besides. He walked
back to the rear of the car to lead the ripe teen to the passenger
side of the patrol car. All thoughts of the car and profits
disappeared from his mind like a pin pricked balloon as his cock
surged at the sight of her. The tall teen stood leaning against the
rear fender. Her pretty blond head hung dejectedly, her wide blue
eyes staring at the dusty gravel under her sandaled feet. The
Sheriff's hungry gaze coiled around her trim ankles and slithered up
the smooth curves of her calves. A brief hot breeze stirred dust
around her dainty pink painted toes. His reptilian stare wound it's
way up over the expanse of firm thigh exposed below the hem of the
girl's short skirt, stalked around at the dark warren between her legs
before moving silently up to the concavity of her bare navel. The
shiny glint of the jeweled ring in her navel briefly caught his eye.
He frowned at not having noticed it before. His fat cock twitched at
the sight of it. What would the good Reverend Thompson say about a
woman who would defile herself like that? His invasive gaze crawled
up across the gently undulating plain of her bare stomach that
disappeared under the edge of the thin blue halter hanging like an
awning supported by the majestic mounds of her firm heavy breasts.
Youthful flesh and gravity struggled for supremacy over the mounds as
they thrust out over her narrow waist. The bottom of the heavy orbs
bellied out then swooped up in conical points that saluted the
cloudless sky. They jiggled and tremored with each sob from the poor
girl. The fat as butter orbs bulged out the sides of her top
revealing smooth creamy curves. Thick raised aureoles molded into the
thin fabric of her top, every papule making a clear signature as the
sensitive flesh puckered in fear. The nineteen year old's fat stiff
nipples punched defiantly into the thin blue halter, their crenulated
tips looking like miniature knuckled fists.
The fat Sheriff grit his teeth in desire as he reluctantly raised his
serpentine eyes from the hypnotic mounds of flesh crawling from the
bellied curves to the taut flat plain of her upper chest to the ivory
column of her graceful neck. A glistening drip broke from the
delicate point of the girl's chin visible between the straight hanging
strands of her pale hair. Moisture shone in the long thick lashes
hiding the bright blue eyes. Her high smooth cheeks colored rose from
the insistent sun and inescapable reality wet by her easy tears. He
wondered how she would react for an instant, then spat out the worried
toothpick and licked his thick lips.
Silently he gripped the girl by the arm and marched her to the
passenger side of the rag tag patrol car. Cheryl followed wordlessly,
her eyes watching the ground. He pushed her face first against the
car's dusty door and thin Georgia soil mixing with her fearful sweat
to soil the front of her halter bellied out by the heavy bulges of her
breasts. The fat Sheriff stepped close, chin on her shoulder.
"I gotta search you sweetheart, procedure an' all you know?" he
sniggered as his pudgy hands moved downward.