My husband decided to run for political office in our community. I supported him and thought he would do a good job. That was until he told me he had a political get-together on Thursday night.

He knew I would be pissed off because it was my birthday. He told me he tried to reschedule, but it just couldn't be rescheduled. He told me he would make it up to me over the weekend and then proposed that I call my friends and go to dinner with them. He would pay for everything.

I phoned my friends, and all were available for Thursday night. I made reservations at a five-star restaurant in town. I have been to this restaurant many times and am well-known there, so getting the five-person reservation was easy.

I arrived at the restaurant first. I was wearing a yellow sleeveless dress that clung to my body. I wore a pair of yellow heels and no bra or panties. I felt sexy, which caused me to strut with confidence. They put us in a backroom with all the privacy we needed. The other girls arrived, and we opened our first bottle of wine and ordered our first round of shots.

The night was full of fun and laughter. We left the restaurant after ten o'clock and headed our separate ways home. Walking to my car, I felt lightheaded and thought I shouldn't be driving home. But, like a fool, I talked myself out of that, telling myself that it was a short distance and that I would be cautious.

That was my first mistake. My second was putting the keys in the ignition, starting the car, and pulling away. Finally, I pulled out of the parking garage and carefully headed home. Things were going well until I got about a mile from my home.

I came to a stop sign and thought I had stopped. I pulled away from the stop sign, and almost immediately, there was a cop car behind me with his lights on. Fear shot through my body as I knew I would be in trouble. I pulled over and waited to see what my fate would be. I heard the police officer's PA system, and he instructed me to pull to the end of the block and into the parking lot.

I followed his instructions and pulled into the public park parking lot. He once again instructed me over the PA to pull in farther. Since it was a police officer, I followed his instructions and didn't fear being in a dark, secluded area.

I sat there waiting for the officer to approach. Instead, he stayed in his car for what seemed forever. Then I saw his door open and watched him come to my vehicle. My fear level escalated even higher now.

I lowered the window as he stood at my door. I heard him say, "Mrs. James, do you know why I pulled you over?"

I was shocked that he called me by my name. I looked up and saw Billy Thompson standing there. I felt a little relief since he was a neighborhood boy; I might get a break.

"Billy, I didn't know you became a police officer." This was a surprise because Billy was a bit of a troublemaker in the neighborhood as he was growing up. "And no, I don't know why you pulled me over."

"Well, ma'am, you ran through that stop sign. You need to come to a full stop."

"I'm very sorry. I thought I made a complete stop."

"Do you have your license, registration, and insurance?"

I opened my purse and took the documents out of my wallet. "Yes, I do."

He took the documents from me and then asked me a question I didn't want to hear. "Mrs. James, have you been drinking?"

"I was out for dinner celebrating my birthday, and I did have one glass of wine." Knowing I was lying, I hoped he would believe me since he knew who I was.

"I need you to step out of the car, ma'am."

He opened the door, and I swung my legs to get out. His flashlight was on me, and I saw him looking at my legs as I swung out. I got out of the car and stumbled slightly. I thought to myself, Oh shit.

"Mrs. James, do you have any weapons or drugs on you."

"Billy, you know me. Do you think I have anything like that? You can check me if you need to."

"Well, ma'am, I have to ask. I also have to frisk you. It is the procedure."

His statement that he had to frisk me shot through my mind. Oh my, I Remembered; I didn't wear panties or a bra tonight. What if he noticed this? I would be so embarrassed. I am not the kind of a lady to not wear undergarments. Then like someone turned a switch on, my thoughts changed. I was looking forward to feeling his hands move all over me. I am unsure if it was the alcohol or because I was still pissed at my husband for not making time for me on my birthday. But the thought of a young man caressing me turned me on, and I welcomed it.

He instructed me to face the car and place my hands on it. As I did, Billy frisked me. First, his hands slid all over my body. My eyes closed as I found myself enjoying it. Then, he slid his hands up and down my legs, going a bit higher than I thought he should have. He went high enough to know I was not wearing panties. I thought, "I hope he didn't realize how wet I am?" I knew not to make an issue because I was too vulnerable. Instead, I found myself wanting him to touch me more. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

He moved around my waist and asked if I had anything in my bra. I told him I was not wearing a bra. His hands groped me. I wanted his hands to stay there longer. It felt so good I didn't want him to remove his hands.

He said, "I see you are right," as his hands caressed me.

I was mad, but I couldn't make a scene. I just had to put up with it. Billy then instructed me to turn and face him. He told me he would have to do several tests to ensure I could continue home. I thought to myself, Oh shit, this is it. I'm fucked now. This is going to ruin us. My husband will be dragged through the mud in his political campaign, and I will be publicly shamed for being drunk.

He had me go through several tests. We didn't finish them all when he told me to turn around. He took my hands, pulled them behind my back, and told me I was under arrest for suspicion of drunk driving.

"Please, Billy, please don't do this," I begged. "I was celebrating my birthday. I am sorry, please don't. This will ruin us." I could feel Billy's eyes running up and down my body as I begged and pleaded. He was visually undressing me.

"I am sorry, Mrs. James, but drunk driving is very serious, and this department takes a firm stand on these charges. "

"Please, Billy, can't we work something out?"

"Mrs. James, are you trying to bribe me? That is just as serious as drunk driving."

"Please, no, I didn't mean that, no. I wasn't trying to bribe you."

"Mrs. James, you look awful hot in that yellow dress. You know we all loved checking you out. You always dressed sexy and looked hot."

I could see his eyes scanning my body as he told me that. He went on to say how all the boys would talk about how it would be to fuck you. So many of the neighborhood boys jerked off many times to you.

I didn't know where he was going with this conversation, but I must admit I knew about the boys constantly checking me out. Let's face it horny teens are obvious with their looks. But, I have to admit I never really minded it. Let's face it, a forty-something-year-old having young studs check her out is a bit of an ego rush. I prided myself on my appearance. I worked out regularly, shopped for the most fashionable outfits, and made sure I accented my 36C tits, which fueled my ego.

As I stood there, my hands cuffed behind my back. Billy continued looking up and down my body with a smirk. "I have a way you might want to pay for your crimes and not have anyone know about them, Mrs. James. That is if you are serious in wanting to correct your wrongs."

"Oh god, yes, Billy, yes, I am serious. But, please, what do I have to do?"

I watched as Billy smiled. His hand moved to his zipper. I watched as he lowered his zipper and pulled his dick out. "If you don't want to be taken in and booked, get on your knees and suck my dick."

I stood there, totally shocked at what Billy proposed. My mind was racing as I processed everything. Thinking to myself, "Oh my god, is he serious? I can't believe he is doing this." Then I started to think about the pros. "This will save my family and me the embarrassment of it all and won't hurt my husband's chances in the election."

I found my knees buckling as I dropped to my knees. Billy pushed his dick to my lips. I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around his cock.

Billy moaned, "Oh yes, that's it. I knew you were a good cock sucker, you little slut. That's it, suck that dick."

I couldn't believe Billy was talking to me like that. This is the little boy from the neighborhood talking to me like I was a common whore. I have never had anyone say such things to me. As my mouth slid up and down on Billy's cock I knew I should be upset over the names he was calling me and being made to do such acts. But in reality, I found it exciting.

Billy's moans got louder as his hand moved to the back of my head. He took hold of my blonde hair and held my head as he thrust his hips in and out of my mouth. He fucked my mouth faster and harder. I could tell he was getting close. His verbal humiliation continued, which made me want him more. Finally, his hand tightened on the back of my head, and with the last thrust, he drove his cock into my mouth. I could feel his cock spasm as he shot stream after stream of his cum into my mouth.

"Yes, take it, slut, swallow it all. You little cum slut."

Once the last drops of his cum emptied into my mouth, Billy pulled me off my knees. He pushed me against his car and bent me over the hood. His hand slid up my leg and under my dress, rubbing his fingers into my pussy.

"Oh yes, you dirty little whore. Look how wet you are. I knew you were a naughty whore."

With that, he rammed two fingers into my pussy. Once wet, he pulled them out and placed them to my lips…

"Open, slut."

I opened my mouth, and he shoved his two fingers, telling me to suck. So I closed my mouth around them and sucked my juices off his fingers. This was not the first time I tasted my pussy on a man's body parts, and I have to admit I always did enjoy tasting myself off a man.

He leaned his body into mine, putting his lips inches from my ear.

He whispered, "This is just the first installment of your payment, bitch. You will be ready to pay more as I see fit. If you do not, I will bring all these charges and more against you and book you, so everyone knows. If you think you can say something, don't bother, they won't believe you. I will tell everyone you are making it up to get out of your charges. Besides, who will they believe, a cop or a criminal? Do you understand bitch?"

I nodded my head yes. I knew I had to make my mistake right, and I knew I would be at his beck and call until he was sick of me.

He typed my number into his phone. "Remember, when I call you, you come running or else."

"Yes, Officer."

With that, he uncuffed me. At that time, he got a call on his radio to respond to an accident. With me still bent over his car, he slapped me hard on my ass before he told me to head home and be ready for his calls.

Billy sped off to his call, and I got in my car and drove home. I went up to undress. Since I was the only one home, I undressed and lay naked on the bed. As I relieved the night and what Billy had me do, I found my hand between my legs. I started slow, just rubbing my fingers over my clit. But it didn't take long before I rammed two fingers hard and deep into my soaking wet cunt. Then I realized how much I was turned on to be Billy's slut.

After bringing myself to a wild orgasm with my fingers, I lay there. I was breathing heavily and smiling. My phone went off. It was a text. I looked at it, and it was from Billy.

It said, "You drove home, and you were still drunk. You will need to be responsible for those actions as well."

I put my phone on the bed, looked up at the ceiling, and smiled.

For the next two days, I couldn't get my mind off of that night. My whole life, I was always the woman who did what I was supposed to be according to society's rules. I was far from the norm that night, but I loved not being normal. As I said, I couldn't stop thinking about it and couldn't keep my hands out of my crotch because of those thoughts.

Two days went by, and I didn't hear anything from Billy. I thought he might have got what he wanted and was done with me. I had to do some shopping, so I went into town. It was a hot day, and I wore a tight pair of short jean shorts and a tank crop top. I was just about done with my shopping. Walking back to my car, my phone went off. It was a text from Billy.

"You look hot in those shorts and top, slut."

I looked around and saw Billy sitting in his squad car a half block away. A slight smile came across my face. But then, my phone went off again.

"Go to the baseball fields. Be there in five minutes, bitch!"

I became excited since I knew the baseball fields were just out of town and very secluded, so I knew what he had in mind. When I reached the ball fields, I saw Billy's squad car parked at the end of the parking lot and was almost out of site. So, I pulled down to where he was parked and pulled next to him.

He got out of his car and walked over to my SUV. He opened the door and said, "Get out of the car, BITCH!"

I followed his orders and got out. He shoved me against my SUV and started frisking me.

"I need to see if you have any weapons or are not wired."

 His hands moved all over my body. He particularly paid attention to my tits, ass, and crotch. Billy hiked my tank top over my head and removed it, exposing my tits to him. He smiled, "Damn slut, you never wear a bra, do you?"

His hands moved to my waist and undid my shorts. He pushed them down. My panties went with them. They fell around my ankles as I stood naked before Billy. He smiled as he admired my recently waxed pussy. Billy smiled as he whispered, "You're even hotter than I imagined. "He took off his gun and belt and crawled into my backseat. He undid his pants and shoved them around his ankles as he told me to get in.

He pushed me onto my knees on the floor between his legs. "You know what to do, slut."

I leaned in, wrapped my mouth around his dick, and started sucking him. His dick slid through my lips and disappeared into my mouth. I worked my mouth up and down on Billy's cock. His hand went to the back of my head as he forced my head up and down on him.

He pulled my head from his cock and pushed me onto the back seat. Billy moved between my legs. I felt his tongue slowly lick up my slit. I gasped and moaned with pleasure. Then, feeling his tongue flicker over my clit I was stunned when he rammed two fingers hard and deep into my soaking wet pussy. He started sucking on my clit as his fingers massaged my g-spot. My tits were heaving because I was breathing so heavily.

 "You like it, don't you, whore."

"Oh yes, I do …please, officer, don't stop."

 My eyes were closed, and it startled me when I felt a hard slap on my tits. "You will refer to me as Daddy, slut! DO YOU UNDERSTAND!"

I responded, "Yes, Daddy, I understand."

His head moved back to my pussy. He made me beg for more. The more I begged, the more he licked and the faster his fingers fucked me. I learned to beg more so I could cum. Finally, I couldn't contain myself anymore. I thrust my hips into his face and fingers, my body shook as my pussy spasmed, and I exploded in an orgasm like I hadn't ever felt.

Billy opened the back door and stood outside the door. He moved me onto all fours....