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Milf and the Filth
by Ickric (ick_ric@yahoo.co.uk)
***
Sandra gets lost on the way home and inadvertently
pulls out in front of a police van and is given a
caution she'll never forget. (MMF, nc, strip-search)
***
"Bugger!" Sandra said out loud. She was lost and it was
dusk. How bloody stupid of her to leave her SatNav at
the office. She knew she'd be late out of the meeting
and his knowledge of Buckinghamshire was lousy. She
could negotiate her way around the M25 quite easily but
take her out into the sticks and she was useless. Her
partner had bought her the SatNav for this very purpose
and she'd gone and left it back in the office. It was
8.30 and September was not renowned for having light
evenings. Autumn was on the way, which was more than
she could say for herself.
She pulled over and looked at her UK Road atlas book.
For all Sandra knew, the book could have been about
nuclear physics or written in Urdu! She had never been
good at orienteering and had always tried to ensure
that her meetings were either in places she knew well
or did a joint meeting with a colleague. Today,
however, was a special case, a corporate customer was
in dispute with a supplier and wanted legal advice.
Being a corporate lawyer, she was in big demand and had
been seconded to see the company executives for a 4.30
meeting.
Sandra had arranged for her own mum to collect her son
from school and desperately wanted to get home to see
him. He was very sensitive since his dad left them high
and dry. Sandra's previous partner, the father of their
son, was a police officer working in London and had
recently transferred to diplomatic protection making
his presence with his own son even more limited.
Brett seldom saw his real dad and had adopted Sandra's
new partner, Rick, as his adopted dad. Rick, however,
was often out of the country on business and stayed
over occasionally, creating further uncertainty for
Brett, hence Sandra's concern to get home. At least
with her about, Brett had some continuity.
Sandra had pulled over, her indicator light on the car
flashing, creating an amber glow against the bushes of
the country lane. She was still in business attire
which was smart but revealing. Sandra had learned very
early on that she was attractive and had enjoyed a
healthy love life, enjoying several partners over the
years. She may even have still been with Rick had he
not infected her with a sexually transmitted disease
from his obvious playing away from home.
Sandra leaned back and reached for her suit jacket
which hung from a hook over the back seats, fumbling
for her mobile phone. Maybe she'd ring her boss at
home, he might be able to direct her towards the
motorway, any motorway would do, most motorways connect
with each other and she would be bound to recognise
some town or city. Her face paled when she saw her
mobile battery was flat.
"Bugger!" she shouted again. She must have left the
phone on during the meeting which had gone on longer
than expected. Furthermore, the charger was with her
SatNav back in the office. Today had started off so
well, her appointment with her clients had been
fruitful and she'd helped to win a contract earlier,
using her attractive body and female charms to entice
the male executive to sign there and then. Her smart
business suits always involved the shortest of skirts
and just enough gap between skirt and top for the top
of her incredibly brief panties to be visible.
But now, her meeting had gone on too long and now she
was lost without technology. She'd have to find a call
box and phone someone from there, maybe a pub or hotel
would have a pay phone she could use.
Slamming the car into gear, her mood was one of anger
and temper as she stood on the accelerator pedal. The
tyres screeched before gripping the road surface just
as headlights appeared in his rear view mirror. The
approaching vehicle slammed on its brakes as Sandra
battled to control the vehicle, avoiding collision by
the smallest of fractions.
Her pulse raced at the thought of the potential
accident she had just avoided which had been her fault,
she was in a bad mood and she'd almost caused an
accident. Her mind was still in turmoil when she looked
in the rear view mirror. Her bad day continued to get
worse, the blue flashing light behind her telling her
she'd picked the wrong vehicle to pull out in front of.
"Bugger!" she yelled again. She saw a lay by and pulled
over, the police van pulling in behind her, the blue
bar light remained flashing, the lights reflecting off
the forest adding to the eeriness. She turned the
engine off and wound the window down, noticing the
quietness of the forest. Both police officers got out
of their van, their yellow reflective jackets tinted
slightly red from her own tail lights of her car.
Sandra's mind spun, she'd had a copper as a boy friend
for some time and she knew what bastards they could be.
Oh, sure, she'd met some of his colleagues at various
functions and despite knowing she was in a relationship
and had a child with this guy, it hadn't stopped his
colleagues hitting on her, trying to get her pissed and
get into her knickers.
She had no time for the old bill. When her mother used
to call the police "The filth" Sandra had been quick to
defend them, especially as she was in a relationship
with one at the time. But since he did the dirty on
her, and infected her with Chlamydia, she'd rapidly
changed her mind. They were filth, nothing more than
filth. And here they were, pulling her over. OK, it was
her fault for being careless as she'd pulled away but
in her defence, the police car was travelling at speed,
probably faster than it should have been.
As a corporate lawyer, she was great at defence
statements and could counter attack as good as any
lawyer but domestic and civil law was different. She'd
specialised in corporate law for better money but,
right now, some experience in civil law would have been
helpful.
"Is this your car, madam?" the officer asked, his voice
routine and tone less. She looked at him and saw his
face, totally unemotional. Sandra felt like responding
facetiously but thought better of it.
"Yes, officer," she answered boldly. Her legal training
had given her plenty of confidence as did her
attractive body. She knew she was desirable, petite in
height at 5'2", she looked of Malaysian or Indonesian
origin, her mother being of mixed far eastern origin,
her father she never knew. But despite all that, she
was pretty and dressed to kill.
The police officer was unmoved by her charms as she
smiled politely. In the distance, she could hear
muffled messages coming through the police radio in the
vehicle behind her. The second copper was lurking at
the back of her car, looking for minor misdemeanours
that could add to further charges. The accomplice was a
probationer, a new lad in his first 2 years and eager
to get as many nicks under his collar as he could.
"Step out of the car please," the first officer said
and Sandra unclipped her seat belt before stepping out
of the car. Her slender legs, protected by her short
pin-striped skirt and 10 denier tights were not un-
noticed by both police officers and despite she
standing just 5'2", they were delightful and in
proportion with the rest of her body.
"You have your driving licence, madam?" the experienced
officer continued, trying to regain his composure. He'd
certainly seen some lovely ladies in his time and this
one was certainly in the top 10 stunners he'd ever
stopped. He loved his job, he was able to get names,
addresses and telephone numbers from people and could
also use his rank and position to indulge in a wide
range of lewd acts and still be within the law. He
grinned at the probationer and gave a subtle nod.
Sandra had leaned back into the car to reach for her
bag containing her purse, her cute arse stuck out into
the darkness, the beam from the police vehicle and the
flashing lights providing sufficient light for the
police officers to see her buttocks, her panties of
black lace being little more than a G string. The young
copper drew in breath sharply and got a cold glance
from his superior.
Sandra was aware that she had probably caused a bit of
a stir in their trousers and she playfully wiggled her
bum as she pulled her purse from her bag. She stood and
straightened herself out, handing her photo-card
drivers licence to the senior officer, casually
glancing at the younger lad and smiling seductively. If
she played her cards right, they might let her off with
just a caution and, hopefully some directions.
"I'm trying to find the M4," Sandra interjected whilst
the senior policeman was writing her details on his
notepad. "Where am I at the moment?" she asked.
"Burnham Beeches" the younger copper replied promptly,
receiving another glare from his superior. It wouldn't
have made any difference, Sandra might as well as been
in the sea of tranquillity, such was her local
geographical knowledge.
"Can you tell me how to get to the M4 please?" she
asked, using her best little girl lost voice and trying
to look innocent and harmless. The superior officer
carried on writing.
"What are you doing this far out of town then?" he
asked. The younger copper was checking her tyres for
adequate tread, any thing he could slam her with a
ticket for.
"I was at a meeting and I got lost. My phone has no
charge and I'm trying to find the motorway so that I
can..."
"Oi, Guv? Come here," the younger police officer called
and the senior officer indicated for Sandra to lead the
way. The younger police officer held his torch at the
inside of the back door pocket which he had opened. He
pointed to a clear plastic bag, about the size of a
cigarette packet, containing white powder of some sort.
"Now hang fire a minute. You've just planted that..."
Sandra began but the senior officer interrupted.
"Enough!" he barked. "You're under arrest. You do not
have to say anything but it may harm your defence
if..."
"Cut the caution" Sandra said. "I'm a lawyer, I know my
rights and that is a plant."
"Assume the position!" the young lad said. She looked
at them incredulously.
"You heard the man!" the senior barked. "Assume the
position!" Sandra could not believe her ears. They
really thought she was carrying some package of... god
knows what... it was all a mistake. It must have been
planted.
The senior officer approached her and turned her
around, making her lean forward so her hands were
against the body of her car. She felt his hands against
her back and arms as he gave her a body search, his
hands wandering over her breasts which she flinched at.
She felt the copper stand closer and his hands started
to unbutton her blouse. She turned to protest.
"Assume the position, Miss" he barked, one of his hands
forcing her head back onto the metal of the car, his
other hand feeling her small but perfect breast through
the material of her bra. She felt his groin against her
back, the tell-tale lump of an erection through his
trousers telling her that the day was about to get
worse still.
"I think we need to do an internal search," he said to
his younger accomplice, removing his hands from her. He
bundled Sandra into the back of the police van.
"What about my car?" she begged. "It's got my work in
the back and everything."
"Your car will be safe. My colleague will follow us,"
the senior said, slamming the back of the van. Sandra
sat on a bench within a cage and she felt like an
animal. She wondered about the type of people that
would normally be bundled into a police van, certainly
not someone of her standing, with her level of
education, status, income and status. What had the
world come to?
The vehicle travelled for about a mile before it slowed
down and took a hard left, the road feeling very rough
and bumpy, despite the slow speed and Sandra got the
impression they were driving off road. The vehicle drew
to a halt and the engine switched off, the sound of her
own car also switching off. Somehow, Sandra knew it
wasn't the police station.
The back doors were opened and the darkness enveloped
her. Her eyes adjusted to the outside darkness, it was
some sort of wood or forest.
"Right you. Out!" the older copper demanded. Sandra
stood her ground but the strong arms of the law soon
removed her from the vehicle.
"What do you think you are you doing?" she demanded.
"There's no one for miles, sweetheart," the younger
police officer smirked. "Shout as loud as you like, no-
one'll hear ya!"
Sandra gulped. This was not the Australian outback or
the deserts of Arizona, this was the UK.
Buckinghamshire, no less! This sort of thing only
happens in Hollywood movies, surely?
She felt her jacket being slowly removed, the older
officer searching the pockets as he did so. He stood
behind her, casting her pin striped jacket to the
floor, his strong arms engulfing her waist. Sandra felt
his warm breath on her cheek, the smell of tobacco
overpowering.
"Stop it, please stop it!" Sandra implored but her
plea's fell on deaf ears, the older officer moving his
hands up and cupping her small, petite breasts and she
could feel his erection pressing against the small of
her back.
"We might let you off with a caution..." the officer
said, "...but dangerous driving, I'm not too sure..."
his hands caressed her breasts with more vigor,
"...unless, of course, you'd be prepared to come to
some arrangement."
Sandra's heart was pounding, adrenalin causing her to
panic a little.
"Like what?" She asked, tentatively.
"You see my friend here?" the older officer asked,
nimbly unbuttoning her blouse, "He suffers from a
condition called dry-dick syndrome and he needs to keep
it moist, otherwise he gets quite obnoxious. Would you
like to see my friend being obnoxious?"
Sandra bit her lip, not wanting to cause trouble,
realising they were both obnoxious pricks.
"N-no," she stammered.
"Good," the younger officer said, in an obnoxious
fashion. By now the older police officer had undone all
her buttons and had exposed her bra covered breasts to
the cool night air. Without realising it, Sandra's top
had been discarded onto the dirt beneath their feet,
the light from the back of the police van making the
white top stand out against the darkness and the dirt.
"You can start by ensuring his dick is moistened. Poke
your tongue out," the older one ordered, forcing Sandra
to her knees. Sandra knelt, there was no choice and she
opened her mouth expectantly, fear driving her actions.
Within moments, the young copper had removed his yellow
fluorescent jacket and unzipped his trousers, exposing
his hard-on to the atmosphere, guiding it towards
Sandra's expectant mouth.
"Lick it!" he ordered and Sandra obeyed, fearful of the
consequences. How could two officers that were there to
uphold the law be in such contempt of what they stood
for?
She felt her skirt being raised, her briefs pulled to
one side and stubby fingers probing at her pussy.
Sandra felt repulsed at the actions of these police
officers, having disdain for them anyway following the
lousy treatment the father of her son and she had
decided to avoid the police at every conceivable
opportunity.
And here she was, in the middle of no-where, all she
knew it was somewhere in Buckinghamshire, with a pair
of police officers who were molesting her.
The older copper knelt behind her probed and at her
pussy, his fingers entering her, noticing her dryness.
Sandra grimaced at the discomfort, her sudden intake of
breath creating a sucking effect on the younger copper.
"Mmm, do that again!" he ordered, holding her ears and
pulling her mouth deeper onto his erection. Sandra
reluctantly complied, her cheeks caving in as she
sucked. The younger copper was getting quite aroused
and began to thrust himself into her mouth, Sandra
struggling to retain her breath.
Meanwhile, the older officer had lowered his trousers,
his firm erect penis being directed towards Sandra's
unsuspecting pussy. He spat on his fingers and spread
the saliva over his dick, the best lubrication he could
muster. Sandra had felt his movements behind her and
had guessed what might be happening, but the speed of
his movements surprised her.
Almost immediately, the head of his circumcised cock
met with the lips of her labia, and before she could
respond, he had thrust himself into her. Sandra
squealed in pain as he entered her, his length and
girth substantial for her petite frame.
"She's a tight one, this one is!" the older copper
laughed, his movements unsubtle and rough. He held her
hips with both hands, controlling the speed of
penetration, his thrusts deep and deliberate. Sandra
was still scared yet the size of the cock inside her
was sufficient to stimulate her sex nerves and she
found herself moistening as his cock rode her,
thrusting in and out like a piston. How could this be?
She was being raped yet she was being aroused by it.
Sandra tried to put the thoughts out of her mind but
she found her self moaning in delight as the copper
fucked her from behind.
"Yeez, we've caught a right randy little bitch here,
skipper," the younger officer stated, "listen to her
moan!"
Sandra tried to keep her emotions to herself but her
body betrayed her, responding to the enormous organ
placed in her cunt.
"Stop," she muttered, but the sound was
incomprehensible, the other cock in her mouth stifling
her speech.
"She wants more, guv," the younger officer said.
"Sounds like it, doesn't it?" came the reply. Sandra
wanted it to stop, yet she didn't the sensation in her
pussy was the likes she'd never known before. Her
sucking actions became more rigorous as her own climax
built, her head bobbing up and down like a hen pecking
corn. The younger copper was close to his own climax
and he held on to Sandra's ears tighter, pulling her
head onto his own cock.
"Swallow this" he squealed, his knees beginning to
tremble as he unleashed his load deep into Sandra's
waiting gullet, pumping his warm sticky sperm across
her tongue and down her esophagus.
The older copper had seen his mate climax and the
vision had added to his own excitement. His thrusts
became faster and firmer, his grip on her hips likely
to leave bruising on her slender body. Still he thrust
himself into her, his unprotected penis against the
smooth moist vaginal lips of this attractive young
lady. To his surprise, Sandra was bucking back against
him, enjoying the sensation of his balls slapping
against her, her breathing laboured but easier now
she'd swallowed the cum and had her mouth free from
obstructions.
"I'm coming," she whispered, aware that she may well
have been turning the police officer on more than she
ought to, almost telling him it was OK.
Her words created the spark needed for final ignition
and the copper was at the point of no return.
"Fuck. I'm coming. I'm coming inside you, you bitch!"
he spat, his body tensing, she felt the tell tale signs
of the first wave of muscle contractions within the
penis inside her before the blessed release, his spunk
flooding into her unprotected pussy, ejaculating inside
her, the pressure of release tickling her insides,
causing Sandra to climax almost simultaneously, her
body tensing, her pussy lips contracting on the
enormous cock inside her, pressing down on it like a
vice, causing the officer to sigh with enjoyment.
He withdrew from her, wiping the smears against the
material of her panties which she still wore, pulled to
one side for his access. The younger copper had already
dressed and the older officer rapidly followed suit.
"Next time, be careful when you pull out," the younger
copper said, realising the potential double entendre.
"Get it?!" he smirked.
"Oh, I got it all right," said the older copper, also
smirking. "And if we find you breaking road traffic
laws like that again, you'll be dealt the same
punishment, you understand?"
Sandra scrabbled around for her clothes, mud and grass
stains over her top. She dressed as the police van
turned around, and headed for the exit. Sandra had seen
her own car and she watched the police vehicle as it
drew away, the headlights not being switched on until
it reached the main road. She couldn't even get the
number plate of the vehicle, so how could she report
the attack?
Sandra got back into her vehicle and followed the same
route the police van had taken, finding her way to the
main road and driving a short distance to read a road
sign. "Burnham Beeches, eh?" she said. She vowed to
return and catch them with other unsuspecting motorists
when the opportunity arose.
The she thought for a bit. Maybe she might come back
again and pull out in front of them. Now she knew what
the punishment was, she felt that maybe she'd be able
to accommodate some more police justice. If only she
could get the older copper alone...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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