Red Rider
By Montrose
Ann rapes police officer Steve

Ann loved the rush. Behind the wheel of her vintage mustang 
convertible she felt like she owned the road. The wind gusted 
down her loose white cotton blouse (unbuttoned to her navel) and 
lifted her red mini up onto her belly, exposing her bulging 
virgin white cotton panties.

The mechanic had tuned her car to perfection, as she had 
requested as she sucked his massive shaft. And the body and 
fender man had not only pounded out the dents on her sleek 
machine, but had just about pounded a few into her ample rump.

Ann was a lusty and busty young woman of 21 and the world was her 
oyster. She felt like her car: powerful and sleek - when she 
roared by people watched and gasped - whether she was in the car 
or not.

At over 5' 11" barefoot, she passed 6' 4" in her customary 5" 
spikes. She was well rounded with green eyes and hair as red as 
her car's new paint.

She enjoyed how every man coveted her. And she enjoyed giving in 
to desire when she could get a little something extra for it. 
Auto work here, house painting there; sexual favors saved her 
thousands every year and allowed her to live way beyond her 
salary as secretary for a local attorney. She only showed up for 
work once or twice a week; just enough to keep her figure in her 
bosses mind, or on 
his face; just enough to keep the paychecks coming in.

Life was good for Ann. The only snag she could see on that late 
spring day as she roared through the winding back roads was the 
cop that had clocked her doing triple the speed limit. Red and 
blue lights flashed, the siren wailed. Before pulling over she 
made sure one nipple was in plain view.

The officer stepped out of his patrol car and hicked up his heavy 
belt. His gun, club, handcuffs, and keys jangled and swung. He 
was young and handsome, but his stature was so much like Barney 
Fife from Mayberry, that Ann found it hard not to laugh. His 
shiny black shoes clopped along as he walked up. His skinny arms 
swung as he tried to swagger and look big and important. Ann 
guessed him to be no more that 5' 5" and 135 pounds - 6" and 50 
pounds less than herself. "The police force must be desperate 
around here." she thought.

When he reached the driver's door he spun to face her and fixed 
her, for a fraction of a second, with a hard glare. But t 
immediately transformed into a boyish, slack-jawed, blank eyed 
stare as his eyes took all of Ann in. She smiled up and let him 
get his fill. She read his name tag; not Fife, it was Smith. 
Officer Steve Smith.

Ann ran her fingers up her inner thigh and tugged on a stray red 
pubic hair just enough to straighten it. Officer Steve gasped 
twice and had to lean on the car for support. Thirty seconds 
passed and all he could do was stare. A thin string of drool 
dripped from his dangling bottom lip to his crisp uniform shirt.

Ann decided to break the ice. She reached out and brushed her 
knuckles against the bulge in his groin before seductively 
wrapping her long fingers around the barrel of his holster. "That 
sure is a big hard gun you have, Officer Steve."

Officer Steve twitched and swallowed. He suddenly realized what 
as ass he was making of himself and blushed to match Ann's hair. 
"Ummm..." He looked down at her hand as it stroked the holster.

"OH! And what do we have here!" Whispered Ann in a deep, breathy 
voice. She pulled his club from his belt and cradled it from her 
clit up through her cleavage and pressed it into her full red 
lips. "Oh my! This sure gives a girl ideas." she giggled. "How 
can you treat me so, Officer Steve. How is a girl supposed to 
resist?"

Officer Steve was close to passing out. But he managed to drive 
the fog of excitement from his head long enough to see he had a 
good thing going. "This chick digs me!" he thought.

He watched her get friendly with his club in ways he had dreamed 
of having a woman like her. She pressed it into the blge in her 
panties until it divided her quim in half - each half bursting 
from the sides of her packed panties. Her breasts engulfed the 
shaft. Her tongue darted out and moistened the handle as she 
rubbed her lips back and forth.

Officer Steve stood breathless, growing stiffer. Ann broke the 
ice again. She opened the door, almost knocking Officer Steve on 
his ass in the middle of the deserted road. She stood up and 
towered over the little man. With her mini hiked up enough to 
expose her cheeks, she leaned back on the car and tossed the 
officer's club into her back seat. Officer Steve stepped forward 
and pointed, ready to ask for his club back, but Ann grabbed his 
shirt and dragged him up to her lips.

Even as she sat on the top of the door she was taller than the 
little cop. He stood on tip-toe as she clutched him to her chest 
and wrapped one long muscular leg around his back. She pushed her 
tongue into his mouth and took him. He nearly swooned in her arms 
and the power of it drove Ann to a gentle climax. Her panties 
moistened and a lone drop of come travelled down her leg to the 
top of her gartered silk stocking.

She was breathing hard herself now. She realized, with some 
surprise, that she was not going to be able to stop at 
masturbating on his face and driving away - she was going to have 
to take him - to rape him.

"Officer Steve", she growled, "This is your lucky day."

She pitched him face up into the back seat as easy as tossing a 
bag of dog food. The sudden physical attack scared Officer Steve 
and he fought back. Ann dove in on top of him and pinned him to 
the seat. "That's right, little man, fight it! I want you to 
fight!" She snarled. He tried but she held his arms with her 
hands as her ass pinned his legs. She toyed with him for a while; 
making him slap his own face. Then she bit his shirt buttons off, 
one by one. Her ample tits rubbed and pressed his groin as she 
worked, keeping him iron hard. She then pinned his arms on his 
chest with one knee as she removed his belt. His struggles made 
her bosom bounce.

As she pulled off his belt she found his handcuffs. "This should 
make things even easier." She whispered.

Officer Steve began to yelp. "Stop! I'm an officer of the law!"

"You don't really want me to stop." said Ann. "And even if you 
did, it wouldn't matter." She cuffed his hands together behind 
his back, under him. She tore his pants down to his ankles and 
stopped to stare for the first time herself. What Officer Steve 
lacked in other forms of stature, he made up for in lap snake.

Ann slipped her panties off and flipped her ass over onto the 
officer's face, then slid his meat deep into her throat. 
She saw a cock this big as a challenge. One third in, she let it 
stretch her throat open. Half way in and she waited for the gag 
reflex to subside. Two thirds in and she had to stop. This was as 
far as she had ever made it before. She couldn't imagine getting 
any more in.

Then suddenly, passive and frightened Officer Steve started 
thrusting! He rammed his rod fully down her face, yanked it back 
and did it again. Ann struggled and gagged. Five or six strokes 
passed before she could dislodge the massive dick from her mouth.

Sitting up on the officer's face she watched as he continued to 
thrust. Suddenly she realized; he wasn't trying to fuck her face, 
he was struggling for air! Her quim had engulfed his nose, mouth 
and chin and he couldn't break free. She chuckled as his 
struggles grew less pronounced, then slipped her hips from his 
face and down to his belly.

Officer Steve sucked air as much as he could with the superior 
woman pressing down on him. Color returned to his cheeks. He 
watched helplessly as she straddled his rod and ground it into 
her quim. The head of his shaft rose past her cleavage. She 
ripped her blouse open and tucked the shaft in, pressing her 
breasts together. 

He fought the waves of ecstasy that raced up his spine. What 
would she do if he came? Get mad? Kill him? His gun sat on the 
floor between her spike heel clad feet and there was nothing he 
could do but try to think cold thoughts!

Ann came first at least. That made Officer Steve a bit less 
fearful. He watched as her cheeks flushed (both sets) and she 
pumped up and down over him. She howled up into the trees and 
slapped his chest and face. Her legs flung left and right as she 
arched her back and gushed onto his balls a gooey juice.

The site sent him up. He couldn't hump, nor did he try. Just the 
touch of this woman was enough. His throbbing cock head protruded 
above her tits. As Ann basked in the glow of her recent, hard 
orgasm Officer Steve blasted his load full onto her lips, up her 
nostrils, across her eyes and into her gorgeous red hair.

Ann gulped and choked down a wad. Rage filled her soul. "How dare 
you!" She shouted.

She leaped from the car and hauled poor, sopping, Officer Steve 
out too. In her rage, she picked him up over her head and threw 
him down the street towards his car. With his hands cuffed he had 
no choice but to land on his head and flip over, rolling to a 
stop about ten feet away.

"DAMN that felt good!" Shouted Ann. She was used to overpowering 
men sexually, but had never even tried to dominate one 
physically. "Granted this is an easy man to dominate," she 
thought, "but I could get to like this!" She wanted more.

She gathered the cop's things from her car and dropped them by 
him (except for the gun) and unlocked the cuffs. Then she stepped 
back.

"Okay Barney Fife." she spat. "You stopped me to do more than 
come on my face. If you have any spine you'll take me down to the 
station right now and book me."

Steve, wisely, stayed motionless on the ground.

"Oh come on!" pleaded Ann. "I'll make it worth your while..." She 
took on a less threatening, more enticing stance. "Did ja like 
messin' up my pretty face, Officer Steve? You wanna do that 
again? Maybe here?" She lifted her mini and exposed her bare, 
dripping muff. "Or here?" She turned and exposed her pink asshole 
as she spread her checks.

Steve saw his chance and rushed her with his club in hand. He 
clasped it to her throat from behind and locked his legs around 
her hips. His still exposed cock slipped up the crack in her ass. 
How her firm cheeks bounced under his balls! He re-focused and 
tugged on the stick, chocking the amazon.

Ann did not panic. She strolled over to the squad car, turned 
around, and slammed poor Steve into it. His back broke the 
driver-side glass. His grip loosened enough for her to breathe. 
His legs gave way. She held him up, piggy-back, and mashed him 
into the car again. He dropped the stick.

Ann set him on his feet and leaned him against the car. She 
played speed bag with his face, chest and stomach. He never 
returned a blow. When she decided her workout was over she 
stepped back and let him drop.

She found a towel in his car she used to clean herself up. She 
bathed in his drinking water and ate his lunch. Then she relieved 
herself on the back of his unconscious head and left him there to 
bleed on the street.

She went back to enjoying the wind in her hair and up her skirt. 
"Who would be next," she wondered.