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Archive name: mindse.txt (MF, reluc, oral, alcohol)
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)

***

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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