A Mature Dominant Female Police Officer [M35/F55] [Femdom] [Agegap] [Uniform]

It was already dark on that late summer day when I drove home from work. I was listening to some nice music while heading down the same old country road that I had driven my car down more than a thousand times in the past.

I practically knew every curve, every little hill and more or less every tree, building or what so ever standing on the roadside. And I also knew the places where the police eventually was waiting to pull out possible intoxicated drivers who had chosen that back road to avoid the police on their way back home.

Being drunk or high, that clearly wasn’t the reason why I took the before mentioned back road: It was just a more scenic, a more curvy, a more enjoyable drive then the newer faster and mostly straight road that had replaced the old one I was currently driving on in about back then when thirty five year old me was born.

So I had no reason to panic or what so ever when I drove by a parking police car, because I was sober, I wasn’t speeding and as far as I knew, I didn’t commit any other traffic violation: I just drove, enjoyed the scenery and listened to some funky tunes staying focused on the street and the practically non existing traffic.

My state of mind changed a little bit when all of a sudden the blue lights went on and the police car pulled out of it’s parking space and began to follow me. But so far, so good. Nothing to worry about, at least I thought so: The police car most likely was called elsewhere and needed to be there fast. So I let them over take my car and me.

When the police car stayed in front of me, and from the moment on a please follow me text appeared behind the rear window of the police car, I knew that they were after me. Still, I wasn’t panicking at all, no anxiety was filling my body, because I was pretty sure that I had nothing done wrong.

While thinking a little bit about my situation I did as told and drove after the car with the blue lights in front of me while keeping enough distance that in case of an emergency I would have no problem bringing my car to a standstill before crashing into the car in front of me. It was then that I turned of the music.

Roughly half a kilometer later the police car pulled into a parking lot on the right side. I followed, I lowered my speed and in the end I was parking on the derelict parking spot a few meters behind the police car.

The parking lot itself was all that remained from an old gas station that was serving plenty of customers each day, back then when the road I had been driving on, before I got stopped by the police, had been the main road connecting a lot of villages and towns in the region.

But as mentioned above, that was a thing of the past. A thing often referred to by people when they talked about the good old days, a nostalgic memory that slowly but steadily was fading out of everyone’s minds.

Still, the place itself, the old buildings, the huge trees surrounding the area and the slowly but steadily more and more overgrown former parking lots, it was place that had something and that was roughly served three purposes: Teenagers came here on the weekends to drink, couples sometimes came here to make love and the police came here to do some traffic control. Unfortunately, by the looks of it, I was part of number three.

While I had the thoughts above the police officer left the police car and walked towards mine. To my surprise, she was on her own. As mentioned earlier, something totally out of the ordinary, because well, cops only come in couples where I am from. But well, maybe her coworker had called in sick or had a family emergency.

At first the female police officer looked inside my car using a flash light – I already had turned of the engine – and then she used the same flash light to carefully knock against the side window of my car while speaking in about the following words: “Open up, please.”

Needless to say I did as told. Once the window was fully open I looked up to the female officer and asked her the most generic question someone can ask in a situation like that: “Have I done something wrong, officer?”

My question put a tiny little smile on the police officer’s well aged roughly fifty five year old face, but that smile was gone fast: “Your drivers license and your vehicle documents, please.”

A “yes, ma’am” escaped my mouth the moment I began to search for the documents the mature female police officer had been asking for. The drivers license was in my wallet and luckily it didn’t took too long until I found the vehicle documents in the glove department. The police officer took a look at everything: “So far so good. Everything seems to be in order.”

The older woman then handed me the vehicle papers back before she asked me another question: “And, why are you driving down her on the old road? Been on a few after work beers with some coworkers?”

I shook my head: “Nope, officer. Just taking the scenic route on my way back home from work.”

Another tiny little smile appeared on the officers otherwise perfectly stoic face: “That’s what they all say. Stay in your car, I will be back with you in a minute or two.”

Another “yes, ma’am” came out of mouth, and I could swear, those two words, they put a smile on the mature police officers face. Once she had my confirmation she turned around and walked back to the police car. It was then that I caught myself looking after her, and I could swear, she was shaking her butt for me. At least a little bit.

When she came back the female police officer had an alcohol tester in her hands. After arriving at my car she pointed it straight towards my face and said: “Blow into it until I stay stop.”

Again, after another “yes, ma’am” had escaped my mouth I did as I was told to do. I blew into the pipe until the instrument began to beep and the police woman told me to stop blowing. Then she looked at the result: “You were telling the truth. No alcohol in your body, but how about some other drugs? Maybe you are taking this route here to smuggle in some drugs?”

I shook my head: “Nope, officer, I don’t take drugs, I don’t sell them and I for sure don’t transport them.”

After listening to my words the older police woman looked at me for some time before she once more addressed me: “That’s what the all say. Maybe I should do a full body search before taking your car to the police station to take it apart and make sure that there is nothing illegal hidden inside it.”

Somehow the thought of the mature police officer doing a full body search on me had a certain appeal to me, especially to horny me, because well, it had been a while since my last time being naked in front of a woman. It only took a fraction of a second and my more than naughty imagination was running wild.

So instead of doing everything to avoid the full body search like most people do, I asked the police officer the following: “So do I have to get out of my car for the full body search?”

A surprised expression appeared on the mature woman’s face: “Normally people are not that thrilled about a full body search.”

I shrugged my shoulders: “Maybe I am not other people?”

A smile appeared on the mature police woman’s face, then her face turned non saying again and there was definitely a dominant, commanding tone in her voice: “Get out of your car, slowly and keep your hands where I can see them.”

The tone of the police women’s voice, her starting to really order me around, it drove a more than welcome shiver through my body and it was then, that horny me slowly but steadily began to get the upper hand. Once I was out of my car and standing in front of the officer she carefully checked me out from tip to toe before she gave me another order: “What are you waiting for? Drop your clothes, I can’t do a full body search when you have your clothes on, or can I?”

The police officer clearly had a point there. So I began to undress myself. First I got out of my shirt, then I got out of my shoes and my socks – it was a very warm late summer night, so I wasn’t freezing at all – and then after dropping my pants, the police woman so far had carefully watched every move of mine in the light of her flash light, I stopped undressing myself. Somehow I struggled to get rid of my underwear.

The mature woman in front of me gave me a second or two before she addressed my doing: “I said fully naked, not just down to your underwear!”

Another “yes, ma’am” escaped my body and then I got out of my underwear. Now fully naked me was standing in front of a fully dressed female police officer in her mid fifties on the parking spot of a derelict gas station more or less in the middle of nowhere. And it was exactly then, that horny me got the upper hand and my dick began to get hard.

When the mature police officer saw that my dick was getting hard, a tiny little smile appeared on her otherwise still more than stoic face: “Oh, you are one of those. That explains why you didn’t resist a full body search.”

A smile appeared on my face while I shrugged my shoulders: “I guess I am, and I am very sorry for it. I clearly don’t want to offend you at all, officer.”

Now a huge smile appeared on the mature police woman’s face: “No harm done, the total opposite is the case: It makes a full body search much much more interesting.”

Then the actual full body search began. While the police woman put on some rubber gloves she told me to lift my arms, she told me to turn around, she told me to lift my balls, she told me to open my mouth, and so on, and so on. After carefully inspecting all of the easy accessible parts of my body, it was time to check the one hole that was left: “Bend over, please.”

Again, I did as I was told to do. I turned around and bend over. But the mature police woman standing behind me was only partly pleased with my doing: “Not here, with your upper body part over the hood.”

Shortly after the minor error was corrected, and the my butt hole was ready to be inspected. Shortly after I felt a well lubed finger pressed against my back door. That alone drove a more than excited shiver through my body. Then a first finger went up my butt.

More than one moan escaped my body while the mature police woman slowly but steadily penetrated my backdoor. Her more than well lubed finger going up my ass, it felt so good, and it was exactly what horny me needed. Needless to say, my rock hard dick was more than leaking pre cum.

After giving me a break, after giving me enough time to adjust myself to the more than great feeling of having something up my ass, the mature police officer began to finger fuck my butt: Her finger went in and out of my butt hole. Her finger went back and forth, slowly, gently, steadily. Fuck, her doing, it felt better and better.

And yes, the definitely well aged police woman had to do something like she did, to really make sure that there was nothing hidden up my ass. So that was the only reason why a second finger of mine went up my ass when I moaned out a more. It was two of her fingers going in and out out of my back door that finally made me moan out loud, that made me get lost more and more in the act, that made me sink into it even further.

My flat hands were pressing against the hood of my car, my dick, my balls, they weren’t able to touch the hood of my car, so they stayed untouched while the mature police woman kept on fucking, kept on searching my ass for illegal contraband.

Damn it, more and more pre cum leaked out of my rock hard dick while the older woman standing behind gave my asshole one slow, gentle but deep thrust after the other. She clearly knew what she was doing, she clearly had done something similar in the past. She just knew the spots she had to hit to make a man happy.

While two of her well lubed fingers kept on going and out of my asshole, filling it out good and touching all the right spots while doing so, my brain really turned off. I lost track of time, track of my surrounding and track of everything but the more than awesome sensation of a female police officer’s sliding in and out of my backside.

Then I came. Cum shot out through my rock hard dick without my dick being touched once. My whole body trembled, I let out few last very loud and intense moans while my balls emptied themselves. I came more than good. I dumped a huge load on the hood of my car, and shortly after I was done cumming the mature police officer gently pulled her fingers out of my butt and disposed of the rubber gloves in a very professional way.

Once her hands were glove free the mature police woman made the following statement: “Yes, there are no drugs on you. But maybe you have hidden some elsewhere in you car? I fear you will have to follow me to the police station, where my colleagues and will take a closer look at your vehicle.”

I was back to my senses enough to be able to listen to her speaking and to fully understand the words that came out of her mouth. To show her that this was the case, another “yes, ma’am” came out of my mouth. The mature police officer smiled, then she made me stand straight in front of her, with the back to my car.

The mature woman once more checked me out from tip to toe, then she looked onto the hood of my car: “You are not planing to follow me into town with that sticky mess on the hood of your car?”

I understood. I immediately reached for my underwear to clean it off, but the mature woman who was still standing in front of me was everything but pleased with my doing: “How about cleaning your spunk off your car the proper way by using your tongue?”

After confirming her order, after being more than glad that I coincidentally had taken my car to a car wash earlier that day, I bent over again and liked all of my cum and pre cum off the hood of my car while the mature police woman was watching my doing with a more than pleased expression on her face.

Once the hood of my car was shiny again, I once had swallowed every last drop of my sticky fucking juice, and after I had shown my empty mouth to the mature policewoman, she told me to get dressed again and to follow her, to drive after her back into town.

This time the blue lights stayed off, and after we had entered town we drove by the police station and we ended up at her place, where the widowed mature police woman, my girlfriend, the woman I had been dating since some time after my divorce a few years prior spent the remainder of the night together. Eating, doing couple things and making up a plan or two for our next naughty adventure before falling asleep.