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Authors name: Deputy Duffy (stonedog99_1999@yahoo.com)
Story title : Mind's Eye
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Mind's Eye (MF, reluc, oral)
by Deputy Duffy (stonedog99_1999@yahoo.com)
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There was the office party, the couple glasses of wine,
the missed red light, the flashing blue lights, the
young deputy, the botched field sobriety test, the pleas
of innocents, the not so quick pat down, the cold cuffs,
the cramped back seat, the ignored pleas for mercy. What
does the deputy have in store for you next?
***
You are led into a brightly-lit room, squinting until
your eyes adjust. The door slams shut behind you, in a
startling thud. A sudden feeling of aloneness becomes
you.
Your eyes scan the strange environment, first focusing
on a metallic steel table in the room's center, bright
reflections of light bouncing off, in all directions.
You're instantly uneasy as to its purpose.
You stand on a small yellow line, which runs about two
feet long, just in front of the table. Your eyes scan
upwards at the two cameras pointing down, small red
lights blinking. Your reflection suddenly catches your
eye. You move in front of a small mirror, on the far
wall.
You've seen enough Cop-Shows on TV, to know that it
isn't there for you to do your hair and make up in.
Feeling of loneliness gone now, its quickly replaced
with an uneasy nervousness, as you suddenly feel like a
fish, swimming in a small fishbowl.
You're drawn to the ominous steel table, as much as you
don't want to, you reach out and touch the tables
surface, shivers run down your spine, just from the
coldness, while its smoothness is your next observation.
You contemplate sitting, but opt for leaning, as you
nervously wait.
Time seems painfully slow, as your mind races back to
the events that led you to this point. There was the
office party, the couple glasses of wine, the missed red
light, the flashing blue lights, the young deputy, the
botched field sobriety test, the pleas of innocents, the
not so quick pat down, the cold cuffs, the cramped back
seat, the ignored pleas for mercy.
Your mind suddenly shifts its focus to your husband,
your two kids, your best friends, your boss, your
coworkers, even your favorite high school teacher.
Suddenly a judge appears before your eyes and pronounces
your guilt. Your eyes shift around and their all there,
their faces filled with disappointment. A feeling of
deep shame floods through your body, tears well in your
eyes, you curse your stupidity, over and over.
Time drags on and you do your best to regain your
composer. The black door suddenly swings open and the
young deputy returns, carrying a clipboard. You take one
last chance to pronounce your innocents, but he ain't
buying it and you can only assume that he has heard it
all before, even at his tender age.
Your eyes find that yellow line on the floor, only now
you've been instructed to stand on it. Feet in place you
nervously stare at the young man, as he leans against
the steel table now, only a couple of feet away.
Your eyes meet, you can hardly breath from fear, fear of
the unknown. He barks a simple five-letter command that
sends shivers down your spine, as your worse fears are
realized. You can't move, it's as if you don't
understand the simple words meaning, but you're an
educated woman, you even know a couple of ways that
Webster defines it as. You now it means to deprive of
possessions or to divest of honors, privileges, or
functions. But deep down you know how he really means to
use the word, which is to remove clothing, covering, or
surface matter from.
And that from, is you.
The deputy snaps to attention, startling you even more,
as he again orders you to Strip. You plead your case one
more time, but you know it's futile. You look down at
your outfit, instantly wishing you weren't dressed to
party.
It suddenly dons on you to ask for a female deputy,
surely he didn't except you to disrobe in front of him,
you plead, almost proud of yourself for thinking of it.
His only response is unsettling, seems there's not a
female to be found, no he wants you naked alright, naked
for his eyes and right now.
You stand your ground, until he brings up the sheriff,
which shakes your bones, as you know all to well about
his reputation. Your hands quickly slip off your best
vest and hand it over to the deputy. You watch as he
quickly searches it, and simple drops it on the cement
floor. If he knew how much it costs he wouldn't be so
carefree with it, you remind him, but he just chuckles.
You know you've only just begun, but you can't stop from
shaking, as a bead of sweat drops from your forehead.
The deputy's tapping foot and hungry blue eyes aren't
helping. After contemplating your next move, you unzip
your skirt and let it slip down your legs, carefully
stepping out of it, before handing it to the deputy, and
it too is dumped on the cement floor. Your blood is
starting to boil, as he awaits your next move, still
tapping his foot on the floor.
You reach up to undo the top button of your red silk
blouse; it's color matching your cheeks. Your hands
tremble, making the simple task, difficult. One button
and then the next, all while knowing how exposed this is
going to leave you to his waiting eyes. You also can't
help but to think of just how many other sets of unseen
eyes, are on your strip show, as well. You muster up all
your courage, and spread the two halves open.
After you've given the command, you quickly slide your
arms out of it and hand it over. He just treats your
fancy blouse like a rag, balling it up, before tossing
it down. Your eyes focus longingly at your growing pile
of discarded clothes, now strewn on the dirty floor.
His eyes return and you instinctively cover your body
with your arms, as you realize your underwear selection
of a small frizzy peach colored bra, small matching
panties, garter-belt and white mesh thigh high
stockings, were meant for your husband's eyes and not
his. You feel your fancy heeled shoes are too sexy for
your currents dilemma, but he wants them on.
He suddenly starts barking out orders like a drill
sergeant and you reluctantly follow. You soon find your
hands interlocked behind your head, elbows back, legs
shoulder width apart. You can only pray it's over.
Your heart pounds, as he slowly circles you like prey.
He complements your bra selection, as he runs his
fingers under the straps. You squirm from his smooth
touch and his slimy personality. You watch him
carefully, as he moves in front of you. Your face
flushed with embarrassment, as he pulls the front of
your bra away from your breasts, like he wanted a sneak
preview, before he asks, rather rudely, for you to
remove it.
Anger envelops you, as you plead your case, and you
resist the slap in the face that you yearn to deliver.
Guys have been trying to see your tits since you were a
teenager, and at 35 you still haven't got used to it,
their hungry eyes devouring them, seemingly always
focused on them. You notice he's no different, when you
unsnap your front latch and slid it off.
Your bra joins the pile, as you quickly cover your naked
breasts with your hands, trying to retain some modesty,
although you know by the look on his face that he has
seen the pose before. Your hands are back behind your
head in no time, your breasts on full display, to the
young man's eyes.
Your erect pink nipples add to your embarrassment, but
it only gets worse, as your are soon lifting your
breasts up by them. Then, following another command, you
start shaking them back and forth, while leaning
forward. His actions so juvenile to you, you're only
surprised he didn't make you jump up and down.
Back in position, you join him and look down at your
source of embarrassment. Your usually proud of your
ample breasts, but unlike many, you took more pride in
the fact that you had made it this far in your career,
without using them to your advantage. Today, you wish
you were flat as a board.
You also wish you had left the garter-belt and stockings
at home, as well, as his eyes shift to your lower body,
but he wants the panties next. You had prayed that when
he saw your breasts, it would be over, but deep down you
knew that he wouldn't be satisfied until he saw all of
you, all of you naked.
You pull the thin bows that hold your delicate panties
together. You suddenly feel like a virgin again, as the
feeling of taking off your panties, your last line of
defense, is unnerving. You look to him for mercy, but he
is anxiously waiting for them, hand extended.
You sniffle like a scolded child, as he barks at you,
until you hand them over. Your hands immediately take
there place, but not for long as they are behind your
head, once again. You cringe as you slowly turn your
body around for him, every side, every angle, all his
for the taking, all because he wears a badge.
It's time for his next command. You have to unhook your
garter belt from each stocking and then roll them down
each leg, not really getting the straight legs command,
until you feel your breasts swaying heavily from your
chest. Before you can react, you have a small feeling of
relief come over you, as you are ordered to roll your
stockings back up, and re-attach them, as you figure
this is the start of your redressing processes.
Your relief is short lived however, as his next command
startles you. You can't believe your ears! He wants you
up on the steel table, up on all fours, like a puppy
dog. He even snaps his fingers at you. You just shake
your head, whimpering, until a sharp slap to the ass,
sends you scurrying. You feel helplessly naked. It's
like out of your worst nightmare. You are now under his
thumb. Your higher education, your status, now all
meaningless.
You slowly climb up on the table that now feels colder
than it did before, your burning flesh, your reasoning.
Humiliation pours through your body, as he pats you on
the head, when your into position, which is one that you
would never even let your lover put you in.
He gives a lewd command, which hits like a punch to the
stomach. A teardrops falls to the table, as you spread
your legs apart, for his eyes, when he moves behind you.
You quickly find out that it's for more than his eyes,
as you feel his fingers first touch on your well trimmed
pussy, which causes an alarmed lung forward, and a
violent protest.
A strong-arm guides you back into place and the fingers
quickly return. You close your eyes in shame, as the
strip-search moves to a cavity-search, which leaves you
aghast. You feel your pussy lips being manipulated,
gasping in horror when his finger and thumb, pull you
open.
A finger, maybe even two, find their way inside of you,
twisting and turning. Your shame turns to a feeling of
violation, as your pussy suddenly feels full of fingers.
You squirm about, until they suddenly retreat, as if he
has finally listened to your pleas.
You suddenly hear the unmistakable sound, of a rubber
glove being snapped on. Your head snaps around in
disbelief, but he confirms it verbally, your anus is
next. A strong arm to the back sends your chest to the
table, you squeal, as your breasts squash down on the
cool table. The coolness sending shivers through your
already emotional drained body.
Your mind inexplicably races back to your first rectal
exam, done in your mother's doctor's office. Her old
doctor's finger, doing the honors. The humiliation you
felt that day, not even close to what you feel now, as
you think about the simple fact that at least the old
had a medical degree and not a cowboy badge.
You feel his finger break your seal, quickly snapping
you back from your mind's journey. You cry out for
mercy, as his finger presses on, nothing in your 35
years has prepared you for today, as your back to your
whimpering ways. His finger twists and turns, until it
finally withdraws and you crash down on the table, an
emotional sobbing wreak.
You're given a wet nap to clean yourself up, but you
mistakenly use it to clean your tear-ridden face, and
with some passing time, your slowly regaining your
composer. You suddenly notice him standing in front of
your face, his uniform pants doing little to hide his
excited state. You scamper into a sitting position,
composer lost again, violently shaking your head, fear
seemingly shaking the rest of your naked body.
You listen as the indecent offer is made. At first
you're aghast, as you're explaining that your no whore,
but when turns to leave, you surprise yourself by
begging him to stay. You look at the clock on the wall,
and know that you are expected home, any minute, time is
fast becoming your enemy. You slip off the table; you
realize that you have only seconds to make a mammoth
life changing decision.
You nervously laugh, as you remember that it took you a
half an hour, just to decide what shoes to wear tonight.
Your mind battles with the pros and cons, but untimely
you let a firm hand to the shoulder, be your excuse, as
you find yourself kneeling on the cold cement floor,
right in front of the young man. His excited crouch,
only inches from your face.
You know it's a solution to your problems, as perverse
as it seems to you. You only hope you have the strength
to deliver your end, praying that you will be able to
live with yourself, evermore.
You reach up with trembling hands and unbuckle his belt
and pants, noticing for the first time that he wasn't
wearing his gun-belt. He crosses his arms, seemingly
satisfied with letting you do the work. You unzip his
fly, the metal scratching sound causing you to shiver.
You work his pants down carefully. When he steps out of
them you toss them aside, but you wonder if it has
anywhere near the same significant to him, as your pile
of discarded clothes, did to you.
When you look up, you cringe at the site of his tented
boxer-briefs, more at what the harbor. You even
contemplate changing your mind, as you grab his
waistband, but you muster up some courage and pull the
material down and off. You stare at the floor, afraid to
look up again, at what surely faces you now, so you
close your eyes and gingerly let your hand find his hard
cock, cringing at its first touch.
You try to retain your composure, as you guide his hard
cock to your mouth. You start by sucking on the engorged
head, like a inexperienced schoolgirl. You can tell just
by the stretching of your jaw, and your fingers that he
is bigger than you hoped. You manage to take a quick
peek and your eyes confirm it. You try not to be
impressed, as you cover your teeth with lips and start
moving up and down the shaft, all with a whimper.
Your mind strangely flashes back to the last time you
did this, in your mind, perverse act. It was way back in
college and only to join the sorority you pledged. You
still remember it all to well. For initiation you had to
submit a picture of a hard cock, in your mouth, from a
complete stranger no less. Finding one in college,
wasn't that difficult, although it was extremely
humiliating.
The stranger wasn't happy with just the picture however,
as he held your hair, fucking your face, until he came
in your mouth. Your sorority sister, seemingly more
interested in taking more pictures, then helping you
out. You destroyed most of the pictures she took, but
not all. The picture of you with cum dripping from your
lips, got you into that sorority, but its whereabouts,
still haunts you to this day.
You're suddenly startled out of your trance by the
deputy's hips driving forward, in a face fucking like
maneuver. You quickly pull back, as it's eerily
familiar. He let's you know that he's not happy with
your performance so far, and that times not a factor for
him.
You suddenly remember your plight and vow to do better.
This time you attack with more gusto, and more hand, but
it's quickly pulled away, and your left with just you
lips and tongue to work with. You finally find a rhythm,
as you think about anything but what your doing.
Trying to focus more on why your doing it. A palm to the
forehead however, has you looking up into his eyes, as
you suck his cock. You wonder how his beautiful blue-
eyes could harbor such wickedness.
You continue sucking, until you are suddenly pulled to
your feet, with a swift motion. You are lifted back onto
the steel table, this time however you're on your back,
the cold steel sends, Goosebumps a traveling.
Defeated, you lay on the table, trembling with feelings
you seemingly had never felt before. Terror and a
strange anticipation await, as you brace for insertion.
You feel your legs spread apart and you hold your
breath, as he rubs his cock along your well lubed pussy,
before he slowly enters you.
You struggle with your emotions, as you don't want to
give him the satisfaction. He lifts your legs, up onto
his shoulders. His awkward early strokes, quickly
replaced with smooth aggressive ones. Your head swirls,
as you fight with your body's reaction, even try to stop
the moans and squeaks from slipping from your mouth,
with every deep thrust.
You close your eyes, but it doesn't last, he seemingly
wants your eyes, as much as he wants your body. He wraps
your legs around his waist and picks up his pace. Your
breasts suddenly attract his attention for the first
time, as he squeezes them in tune with his
deepeningthrusts. You nipples are next, as he rolls them
in his fingers, their sensitivity level not helping the
squeaks of pleasure.
He suddenly turns you over, you have a panicked moment,
as your feet hit the floor, but he thankfully finds your
pussy once again, as you sigh. His thrusts however seem
harder and deeper in this position, your sigh, replaced
with a squeal. You quickly fill with mixed emotions, as
you feel like a cheep whore, bent over the table like
so, as he pounds away, and as an added bonus, you even
have to groan, "Fuck Me Boss," over and over, per his
request.
His actions are unlocking waves of pleasure however,
that are becoming increasingly harder to ignore. You
suddenly remember that it's been over ten years since
anyone but your husband has had your pussy. It's also
been years since he had fucked you in such an unbridled
manner. You feel ashamed that he can make you feel
things, your husband can't.
You try to put it all out of your mind, but when his
hand reaches around and starts rubbing your clit, it's
impossible. Your tears return again, as you surrender to
his lustfulness, your !
head swims in euphoria, if only so briefly.
His cruel words snap you back to reality as he brags
about his prowess, but before you can fret about that he
presses his cock against your lubricant dripping anus,
causing you to scream out a panicked plea, as you
quickly spin around, with fear filled eyes.
You find your way to your knees again. His slimy cock
quickly finding your mouth, as you opt to take the
lesser of two evils. You realize as repulsing as this
act is to you, and as repulsed as you are that you can
taste your own juices, you must. You also now know that
you will do anything to avoid an ass fucking. You will
even suck and lick his balls, as you find yourself
doing, following his next order.
He wants you to beg, beg to suck his cock. Your voice
quivers as you beg. When he gives you his permission,
you give it your best try so far, but the task is not a
simple one however, as the young man insists on using
his hard cock as a tool of humiliation. It's being
slapped against your face and extended tongue, as an
added insult he wants you to beg again, beg for his cum.
You finally, after much trepidation, give up the last
remaining grain of respectability you have left and beg
him to cum, cum on your face.
First however, you have to return to your cock sucking
ways. All too soon, your jaw aches, your knees are raw,
as your inexperience has hampered your efforts at a
speedy conclusion. Your slurping and drooling ways,
adding further embarrassment. He finally finds your hair
a helpful tool, in guiding you, in the right direction.
You start to panic, as his increased body movements and
audible moans let you know that his climax is fast
approaching and thankfully he finally stops his face
fucking.
While you catch your breath, your left, eyes opened,
mouth agape, tongue extended, just like a puppy dog
awaiting a treat. You suddenly see and then feel the
first blast as you flinch away, but a handful of hair
keeps you in place, as the remaining syrupy fluid finds
its mark. His slimy cock presses against your lips and
then finds its way back into your mouth. You gag on the
salty covered treat, until he is finally satisfied that
your part of the deal is completed.
With one eye plastered shut, you are led across the hall
into a bathroom. Afraid to even look in the mirror, you
splash water on your face, before you soap and scrub it
clean. You also take the opportunity to wash out your
mouth as well, as the aftertaste is less than pleasant
and is also a painful reminder of the dastardly deed,
you just performed. You finally look into the mirror,
almost ashamed of the reflection looking back.
Your clothes are suddenly dumped on the floor at your
feet. You dress in world record fashion, before being
led to the back door, only thankful that he lived up to
his end of the deal. A pat on the back, sends you out
the backdoor. Your eyes light up when you see your car.
You almost find it funny that he has no problem with you
driving now. You quickly make your getaway, all while
vowing never to drive in this part of Vermont again. You
also know that you have a lot more, than one little
picture, now to haunt your everyday.
The End
Thanks for reading my little tale, hope you like it.
Your comments and suggestions are always welcomed.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form.
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