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Subject: {ASSM} Traffic Stop 4
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Date: Fri, 18 Dec 2015 12:10:02 -0500
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Chapter 4  (Traffic Stop)(FF)
 
 
    Feeling  so foolish, as I step into my room.  Not even able to use a 
key card,  fumbling for the light on the wall.  Feeling my clothes sticking to 
me in  spite of the cool air of the AC.  Stepping to the side to let her 
pass me,  the staccato clicking of her heels on the floor of the hall, echoing 
loudly in  my ears.  Catching the scent as she passes,  leather.  Nothing  
fancy, other than the smell of leather.  Her head swiveling to take in all  
as she walks past me, not paying me any attention.  As I stand just inside  
the room,  "close the door girl."  Her words shake me from the  trance.  
Feeling my lip with my tongue, as I shake my head, trying to  dispel the 
cobwebs clouding my thoughts.  "And do put up the, DO NOT  DISTURB, sign, and lock 
the door."  Automatically my fingers go to the  inner doorknob, taking the 
sign from it and hanging it in the hallway.   Locking the door and then 
turning the deadbolt.  Putting on the chain  also. 
    As  I turn around, I see her, opening the credenza, sliding open the 
drawers.   Then walking into the bedroom area, hand moving along my neatly 
hung  clothes.  Hanging her  clothes bag on the rack.  Touching one and  then 
the other, pulling one out to look at it, then moving on.    Crouching down, 
balancing on her toes, she opens my bags, shuffling through the  
miscellaneous items still tucked in them.  Pulling out a packet of condoms,  throwing 
them on the bed as she turns to me, "were you planning on doing the  whole 
hotel girl?"  My face flushing as I watch the package fall to the  bed.  
Whispering softly in response, a simple "no".  Not able  to giveh a better 
explanation, that is was better to have too many then not  enough.  Standing. 
watching as she lifts the bag with my toys and places it  on the bed.  "Are they 
for you or were you planning on having someone use  them on you?"  Her eyes 
holding mine with a steely gaze.  Arms crossed  under her chest, pushing 
her breasts up in the vest.  Standing legs  shoulder width as she looks around 
the room then back to me.
    "What  is it girl, do you know what you want?"  Her question filling 
the room, as  I watch her, feeling myself shivering and perspiring.  My 
clothes damp on  my body.  Taking a step back, bumping into the dresser, as she 
moves toward  me.  Feeling the soft brush of her hand on my left cheek, the 
leather cuff  at her wrist, touching my chin, the smell of it filling my head. 
 "Her  voice soothing, as her hand continues to stroke my cheek, my eyes 
lowered,  seeing the soft swell of her breasts, the line of cleavage as it 
dives into the  black leather, feeling my cheek pressing to her hand, her other 
one moving to  lift my chin, raising my eyes, seeing the brief smile on her 
lips, then her eyes  the twinkle gone in a moment.
   " You  smell girl.  You smell of sweat and fear and need and desire.  I  
wonder which one is the overriding scent?"  Her hand sliding down my cheek  
to my neck, the back of the fingers stroking along the vee of my top, the 
flesh  hot and moist.  Jerking as she leans down and licks along the tops of 
my  breasts,  the tongue alive with movement, my chest heaving as I feel the 
 soft moist touch, then the feel of her lips as she kisses mine.
    Her  hand sliding down over my top, the fingers trailing over my 
breast, the nipple  hard and pushing at the light material.  Moaning in my tightly 
closed lips,  eyes flickering closed for that second, then opening to see 
her looking at  me.  Both her hands reaching to my waist, pulling the hem of 
my shirt up  and my arms lifting automatically, raising as it slides over my 
breasts and then  the darkness as it covers my face for a moment.  Nipples 
aching with the  rush of cool air, softly jiggling breasts as they are 
exposed.  Taking the  blouse and putting it to her face, "nasty girl, you sweat 
like a pig."   Laughing as my face flushes, standing in my hotel room, naked 
to the  waist.  A woman in leather inches from me.  Fingers again caressing 
my  cheeks, the back of the hand, as soft brush of flesh.  Then her index  
finger, moving to touch my left nipple.  Moaning aloud, as my knees buckle  
for a second with sensation.  Shoulders shivering as I stand, feeling her  
touching my flesh, her fingers stroking around the small breast, my body 
wanting  to move; but holding it still with concentrated effort.  The hand 
sliding  over my belly, feeling the flesh quivering beneath the skin, moving to 
the waist  of my skirt, then sliding over it, molding the skirt to my clammy 
flesh, legs  shaking uncontrollably, as her fingers move down the center of 
my skirt, forming  it to my puffy lips, feeling the fingers cupping them for 
a moment, then sliding  down to the hem of my skirt.  Her lips kissing my 
breast, as she pushes  under the skirt and moves up the inside of my velvety 
thigh.  Embarassed as  I know, she can feel the moisture, not sweat on my 
long thighs.  Sticky  moisture, my juices coating my  thighs.  The her finger 
moving again  to touch my lips, parting them  as her palm slides up and down 
my  mound.  My hand reaching to hold hers, grasping at her forearm, as my 
other  hand steadies myself, as I hold it to her waist. 
    The  feel of the soft leather, smooth and cool to my touch.  My 
breathing  labored as I stand bent forward, holding to her for support, my legs 
slowly  spreading wider as I stand half naked in front of her.  Soft mewling  
sounds, filling the room.  As her hand cups my vulva, her other one undoes  
the fastening of my skirt.  It unraveling slowly to puddle around my  ankles. 
 Feeling naked and open to her; but unable to move my hands to  cover 
myself, just holding on to the sensations she is giving to me.   Feeling my ass 
cheeks softly pressed against the dresser behind  me. 
    The  confident woman of the afternoon, a naked girl shivering in need 
as she longs  for the sensations the fingers give her.  Hoping that she might 
be  permitted more.  Not even knowing how she came to this, or why.
    "Such  a nasty girl you are, your scent permeating the room, your legs 
dripping with  your juices.  But I do like you girl."  Her finger moving to 
press  between my labia, letting go of her arm and waist, as I brace my 
hands on the  dresser behind me, pushing to her finger, lifting my hips, moaning 
as I feel  tears of humiliation wetting my eyes.  Feeling three fingers, 
moving  against my walls, wiggling as they slide in and slip out of my slimey  
tunnel.  Tears moving slowly down my cheeks, feeling them wet on my  
cheeks.  She leans over and sucks the tear from my cheek, tongue tip  tasting as 
she draws it to her mouth.  Smiling at the sign of my need, my  unabashed 
surrender, moving on her fingers, arching like a whore on a stiff  cock  Flesh 
closing tight on the intruding digets, trying to hold them  inside.  
Clenching as my walls surround the fingers, reaching for her wrist  again.  Feeling 
the hard slap on my breast, as she leans closer.   "Aagghhh."  The groan 
escaping my lips.  You have no permission to  touch me.  Hands at your sides 
girl,"  the command in her voice soft  but immediate.  My arms drop limply to 
my sides, fjngers twitching  nervously. 
    Her  thumb moving to press on my raised clit, nail digging into the 
sensitive  flesh.  Her other hand, cupping my breast, fingers teasing the 
harden  nipple.  Feeling myself tensing with pain and pleasure, waves washing 
over  me, my body shaking as my thighs tighten on the fingers.   Shaking as  my 
spasms wrack my body, so sudden that I am surprised.  Hands clenching  and 
unclenching in frustration, wanting to grip something, to feel something  
solid, as my body shakes, feeling my thighs running with more juices.  My  
eyes closed as I enjoy the release.  Gulping for air finally as I open my  
eyes.  Seeing the deadpan stare.  Feeling as she pulls her fingers,  almost 
prying them from my thighs.  The soft sucking noise in the room of  the wetness 
of my  labia, releasing her fingers.  Gulping another  breath of air, 
filling my lungs as my  heart is still beating fast.
    Her  eyes steady emotionless as she reaches to the side of me and opens 
a drawer,  taking out a pair of panties and a scarf.  "Open your mouth 
girl."  As  my lips spread, she pushes the panties into my mouth, then taking 
the scarf,  ties it around my head, securing the panties in place.  Feeling my 
mouth  drying quickly, as the panties suck up the moisture.  Pulling me to 
the  middle of the floor.  She reaches into her gym bag, and pulls out a 
wide  black belt.  My eyes go wide as she doubles it up in her hand.  My  hands 
reach out in front of me.  Dropping the belt, she grabs my wrist and  
twists it around in back of me, reaching into her bag, pulling out a set of  
handcuffs, tightening them on one wrist and then pulling the other behind me,  
cuffing that.  Then grabbing my right bicep, she holds it firmly, as the  
belt swings to slap against my cheeks.  A moan, muffled by the gag, as I  feel 
the pain exploding on my cheeks.  Four hard strokes on my ass and a  couple 
across the back of my upper thighs.  We circled the floor as she  swung with 
a sure hand, hitting my cheeks and thighs squarely each time.   The pain 
burning on my ass, and more so on my thighs.  Tears flowing freely  from my 
eyes.  My body lifting in hard sobs, as I  stand helplessly  watching her 
right arm the belt swingling slackly at her side.
    Looking  to her eyes and then to her vest, seeing her breasts heaving 
slightly with the  exertion.  The faint outline of nipples poking at the soft 
leather.   Dropping the belt on the dresser, she pulls me to the bed, 
standing at the foot,  as she sits down, looking up at me.  "Do you understand 
why you were  punished?"  Looking at her I shake my head, dumbly.  Shaking her 
head  as she looks at me for a long minute.  "You know nothing girl, why am 
I  wasting my time with you."  Her words making me sad, in spite of the  
burning on the back of me.  "We aren't done yet girl.  I am going to  take 
your gag off.  Will you be quiet?"  Her soft voice patient as she  talks with 
me.  Explaining things as to a little girl. 
    As  she undoes the scarf, the panties falling to the carpet in a soggy 
wad.  My  lips dry as my tongue licks them.  Her hand reaching to my arm, 
pulling me  down to her, falling across her lap.  A soft expulsion of breath 
and a moan  as my stomach contacts her legs.  "Lay still girl, it will be 
over  soon."  Her left hand holding my back down, as her right hand raises and  
slaps my  soft white cheeks.   Quick slaps, as I gasp in pain,  not so much 
her from her hand; but from the strapping of the belt.  Her  hand laying 
onto the red and slightly raised skin.  I can feel the heat of  my cheeks, 
stinging and burning with her blows.  My breasts jiggling as  they hang 
suspended inches from the floor.  My  shoulders aching from  the strain of the 
cuffs. 
    Raising  up as I feel the fingers moving between my thighs, pushing 
against my wet  pussy.  Rubbing the swollen lips.  "You are such a needy girl," 
  her fingers patting my labia, as I push with my legs, moving on her lap.  
 Rubbing the sensitive flesh against her leather skirt.  Moaning to myself, 
 then catching her words.  Feeling the helplessness.  The inability to  
stop moving as she massages my wet lips. 
    "Get  up girl, I have things to do," her order causing me to slide off 
her lap an pull  myself to a standing position.  "Would you like a drink 
girl?" 
    "Yes  ma'am."  Her hand on my waist leading me to the bathroom.  As she 
 leaves me standing there she walks over to the commode and raises the lid, 
then  turning looks at me.  Smiling that smirky smile.  My mind not  
believing what my eyes are seeing.  "No, please no."  Not answering me  as she 
sits down and raising her skirt, pulling down a brief pair of leather  panties. 
 Darkened with moisture.  As she watches me, she relieves  herself.  Then 
looking up at me, her legs spreading so that I could see the  outline of her 
lips.  Then shaking her head, "no you haven't deserved a  treat yet, "  
reaching her hand and wiping with paper.
    Standing  up, she steps out of her panties, lifting them up and laying 
them on the side of  the vanity.  Her skirt sliding over her hips with a 
little help.   Molding again to her ass and thighs.  She turns on the cold 
water tap,  "drink girl."   Looking at her for a moment, then I lean over, 
feeling  my flesh pressed against the cool vanity, shivering as my nipples touch 
the cool  "stone".  My lips moving to the stream of water, bending my head 
to feel  the water on my lips, drawing it in from the side of my mouth.  
Gulping and  sputtering as it splashes on my face, refreshing and cooling my 
flushed  skin.  "Don't drink too much girl, you have a long night ahead of you" 
 laughing  as I look at her.
    "Come  now girl," following her out of the bathroom.  "Sit."  She 
motions me  to a chair in a corner of the bedroom.  Taking a key and undoing a 
cuff,  she slides the cuff through a cross piece in the chair, cuffing my 
wrist  again.  Then walking over to my "toy bag", she takes out a vibrator,  
turning it on, the buzz filling the silence of the room.  Walking back to  me, 
she leans over and touches it to my nipples.  Gasping at the  stimulation.  
A soft moan, escapes my lips.  Eyes trying to look at  her, but closing as 
she teases my breasts and nipples, and then presses the end  of the vibrator 
on my raised clit.   Whimpering as I try to rise from  the chair, the nerve 
endings raw as she moves it back and forth from nipples to  clit.  Circling 
the clit, and then pressing directly on it.  Biting at  my raw lip, not to 
scream in frustration and pleasure.  "Good girl."   Feeling relief as the 
sensations die down, the pit of my stomach aching.   Turning it off she takes 
it and drops it back in my bag.  Then pulling out  the long black dildo, she 
walks over and rubs in on my face, turning my head  away.  "You don't like 
girl?"  Taking it she turns it on, the lifelike  molded cock, buzzes to life. 
 Kneeling down in front of me, she gently  pushes my legs apart.  The head 
pressing gently at my swollen vulva.   "Open girl," as I lift up, she slides 
the black cock deep into my pussy.   It slides in easily, then she pulls it 
back out, moving it in and out as her  fingers pinch my clit, rubbing it 
with the tips of her short nails.  My  body lifting to the cock, raising my 
cheeks from the seat of the chair.   Chuckling as she watches my body trying 
to grasp the head as it teases my  entrance.  Eyes watering in frustration, 
as the tip, strokes along my  slit.  Giving up on trying not to vocalize, I 
let my mouth open and whimper  steadily as she teases me.  My lips thick with 
need, curling to the side,  fat with sensation.  Groaning happily as she 
pushes the cock deep in my  needy pussy.  Thighs straining as I lift up to her 
hand again, as she pulls  it out.
    "Please,  please."  The only words my lips can form.  As I lift from 
the  chair, humping at the cock in her hand.  Sweat forming on my body, as I  
fuck the black cock.  Feeling myself spasming again as I dance in midair,  
like a dog doing tricks for it master.  Wishing my hands were free to rub  my 
clit, pinch it hard, to massage my aching nipples.  Feeling the  
sensations, but helpless to "scratch" them.  Finally falling back  exhausted, limp as 
she pulls the cock from my hole.  Looking at it slimey  and wet with juices. 
 Tasting them as she moves it to my mouth, opening to  lick and suck at the 
long  thick black shaft.  
    Feeling  her hand patting my head and stroking my cheek, her words 
assuring me of what "a  good girl" I have been.  "I need to shower and get ready 
for work  girl. You will stay and wait here for me. Oh, you want some 
company."   Smiling she walks over to her gym bag and pulls out her nightstick.  
Longer  and black and a little thicker then the dildo .  Watching  wide 
eyed, as she kneels again in front of me, the smooth shaft rubbing my   raw 
lips.  "Lift up girl ."   Raising up, feeling the end of  the stick at my 
entrance.  My lips split wide as it pushed into the  slick tunnel.  Walls 
spreading and then grasping tight on the thick  shaft.  Moaning as I feel it sliding 
into my hole.  A cry of pain as  it pushes against my womb.  The shaft, 
hanging obscenely out of my pussy,  more out than in.
    "Sorry."   Her lips kissing mine in a form of apology.  As she steps 
away from me, she  moves her hands to her vest, undoing the buttons.  Facing 
me as she opens  it wide, her breasts nicely rounded, the nipples hard on her 
chest.   Dropping it to the floor, as she reaches to her skirt, quickly 
undoing the  clasp, pulling down the zipper with a soft snick of sound.  
Watching as she  slides it down over her hips.  The muscled stomach flesh, not 
quite a six  pack; but close.  The flesh so firm, only a slight hint of 
rounding.   Then the vulva, puffy, as if forms a cleft on her slit, a slight 
gleaming of  moisture visible.  Leg perfectly formed.  Turning as she bend over to 
 pick up the skirt and vest.  Her ass tight and round.  Then sitting  down, 
she slides the boot down her calf.  As she pulls it off her foot, she  
spreads her legs, exposing the pink moist flesh.  "Have to shower now girl,  
don't go anyplace."
    Her  cheeks dimpling as she walks naked to the bathroom, the door open. 
 The  sound of the shower and a moan, a satisfied one.  Long minutes later, 
her  hair wrapped in a towel she walks back into the bedroom, body reddened 
by the  massage of the towels.  Her face devoid of makeup, not even 
noticing my  presence.  Taking the clothing bag down from the rack, laying it on 
the  bed, she steps into her panties, looking at herself in the mirror, as she 
hooks  her bra.  Then socks, slacks, and her uniform blouse.  Sliding her  
belt into her pants.  The belt ringed with packets and pouches, her holster  
and nightstick holder empty.  Finally looking over at me.  "Oh, forgot  
about you girl.  You don't mind if I take my baton back, do you."   Fingers 
moving it around inside of me, my hips moving involuntarily as she  slides it 
free.  A soft wet sound as it slides out.  Her tongue moves  to lick the side 
of the shaft.  "Mmmmmmmm.  That will remind me later  girl."  Walking 
behind me she undoes the handcuffs.  "Now leading my  by an arm, she has me pee 
in the bowl.  "Wipe with your hand girl."   Looking at her and then using my 
fingers to clean myself, licking them  afterwards.  Then another drink from 
the sink, my lips dry.  Wishing I  might use a damp cloth on my private 
parts and my backside.  Wanting so bad  to touch my nipples.
    Following  her lead, she moves her leathers from the bed, setting them 
on a chair.   Smiling as she sees the moist spot on the front edge in the 
middle.   Pulling back the covers, she directs me to lie down.  Taking straps 
from  her bag, she buckles cuff to each wrist and ankle, then ties them 
securely to  each corner, adjusting till their is a little slack.  Taking the 
black  dildo, she changes the batteries, smiling, as she pushes it gently into 
my puss,  a buzz filling the room as she turns it on.  "Don't want you to 
lose it  girl." As she pulls out a belt for pads.  Attaching it around my 
waist  holding the dildo into my hole, feeling it bulging from my hole, but 
slowly she  adjusts it till most of it is in me, the buzz much softly as she 
pulls the  covers up to the top of my breasts.  The chill of the room on my 
shoulders  and arms.
    Moaning  softly as the dildo, massages my inner self.  She leans over 
and kiss my  lips, wetting them with hers, tongue pushing into my mouth.  
Looking at me  she whispers softly, gently, "be good girl, I will be back after 
my  shift."  Walking away she picks up her gym bag, sliding her cuffs, 
baton  and glock into their holsters.  "Oh, don't lose that dildo or pee the bed 
 girl, would hate to punish you.  Bye girl."   Waving she goes  outside and 
with a long tongs or something, set the chain on the door, pulling  it shut 
afterwards.
    
    Lying  there for long minute,s feeling the vibrator, shaking me inside, 
the sound loud  in the darkened room.  Feeling my body still wet, my inner 
body, my thighs  scummy with my juices.  Feeling my skin stuck together, 
feeling it break  apart as I flex my hips, then stick together in other spots.  
The vibrator,  now becoming annoying as minutes have turned to hours.  The  
sensation,  a drone steady but unable to sleep with the sound and  feeling. 
 Thinking the whole time I lie their, hearing the movements in the  hallway 
outside.  Voices in another room, a TV.  The quiet whirr of  the AC as it 
kicks on and off, and the steady buzz of the vibrator. 
    Moving  I feel the covers sliding down my breasts, my nipples again 
assaulted by the  cool air of the AC.  Aching, almost hurting with pleasure, 
wondering if  that is possible.  Thinking as I lie awake, helpless and unable 
to free  myself.  Wondering how I let this younger woman, dominate me, use 
me.   Knowing that I could not stop her, wanting, enjoying her small touches. 
  Needing her words, and how happy I felt when she said I did good.   Damn. 
 I am not even gay or bi or whatever the expression is.  Another  woman 
used me, sexually, psychotically, emotionally and definitely  physically.  What 
has happened to me.
    Finally  nodding off into a troubled sleep.  Waking to the sound of 
movement in the  hallway.  Looking to see a lightening in the window frame, 
wondering what  time it was.  The buzzing bringing me back to reality.  The 
covers  down almost to my waist, my feet sticking out.  The bindings showing  
clearly to all in the room.  Thankfully no one there.  Then catching  my 
breath as I hear movement in the hallway.  Thinking back how Ms Tabitha  locked 
the chain on the door.  And remembering the swinging sign on the  doorknob.  
 The "Do Not Disturb" sign, hanging on the inside of the  door.  Each 
movement in the hallway making me lift my head, straining to  discern the cause.  
Hearing carts moving down the hall.  Wondering if  they are breakfast or 
cleaning. 
    Feeling  fear as I realize they will open the door, not knowing if 
anyone is there.   The minutes now longer than before, dragging second by 
second.  Then  feeling the buzzing centered in another area, feeling pressure on 
my  bladder.  Trying to bear down on the dildo, as the urge to pee grows  
stronger.  Hearing conversation and a cart closer to the door, a knocking  down 
the hall and a muffled voice.  Moving constantly, trying to escape the  
vibrator and the urge, lifting my hips, squeezing my legs as tight as I can,  
with them spread.  Trying not to think, but the more I tried to forget the  
more I remembered. 
    Then  hearing a cart outside the door, the knock, and then again.  
Jerking at my  bindings, wanting to escape, as the handle on the door moves, the 
door opening,  then the chain pulling it up short.  "Housekeeping."  
Raising my head,  the buzzing louder than ever in my ears.  "Come back after 
lunch."   Shouting the words in a tired and totally agitated voice.  The door 
closes  and the cart moves on.  Laughing softly to myself, as I relax,  
relieved.  Eyes open wide, as I feel the pee seeping into the pad and then  soaking 
the sheets under me.  Crying as I realize, trying to stop myself;  but too 
late, much too late.  Finally letting the liquid flow.
    More  long minutes or was it hours, waiting.  The window showing 
lighter.   Then finally hearing the handle turn again.  The door opening a little 
ways  and movement as I hear the chain rattling,then falls against the door. 
  Light  behind the silloutted figure, the uniformed  
figure..................
    
 
        
 
 
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