I check the front threshold and detect it unlocked. I slowly turn the thickening and spread out the door, slipping inside. I slip my shoes off and carry them with me, trying not to puddle a sound. I begin looking around the office for valuables. I know I don't have very much clock time so I decide to retrieve the jewelry… well-off to channel and can make more money off them than a big television. I make my way through the planetary house until I find the chamber. It seems like the most logical property to find jewelry. I creep up to the dresser and reach out for the jewelry box sitting atop the dresser.

"plosive consonant right there !"

My heart leaps in my chest because I know I have been caught. I slowly begin to turn around to see who it is that caught me. I am looking at the flat coat and discern the toes of melanise kick. My eyes begin to slowly arise up as they follow the boots… along the sura, up to the human knee, all the way to the thigh ! There is just a small-scale gap between the whirligig of the iron boot and the rump of a black skirt. I can see morose fishnet stockings along the creamy second joint. I am scared but I can't assistant but notice a twitching in my groin.

"Now look, I don't want any trouble… I must bear come in the improper sign of the zodiac. So sorry ma'am"All I can go for is that I can peach my way out of this. I realize it won't work when my center notice that above the inkiness skirt is a blackened belt with handcuffs and holster resting upon the hips. I can see the badge pinned upon plenteous breasts. Another vellication in my jean. Looking at the face of the constabulary military officer standing in front of me, my breath is taken away. The most gorgeous eyes are glaring at me. I am entranced by their dish ; I can't Tell if my rapid heartbeat is because I know I am going to jail or this visual sense of delight in front of me. Suddenly I have to turn slightly away from her because it is hard to hide my excitement.

"Turn around and put your hands on the dresser… NOW !"

I turn around and invest my custody on the dresser. No need to vex about hiding my erecting. My concern has taken over my amorous flavor quickly. I feel the cold alloy of handlock being slipped over one wrist. My arm is yanked painfully behind my spine and a strong hand pulls my other arm back. The metallic element bracelet is deftly snapped in to order around my former wrist joint. The policewoman pulls up hard on the handcuff with one hand and pushes hard in my back with the other. My face goes forward into the toilet table and I am entreat hard against the smooth wood.

"Do you have any weapons on you ?"I hear her say as she begins to pat me down.

"No ma'am, cypher on me… I promise."Her bridge player still run along my legs, my side of meat, and weapon system. Her fingertips run slowly across my rachis, down my back… this doesn't feel like the common pat down former burly, macho cops have given me. She steps up against me, pressed up against me hard. Her right mitt sloping trough around and lays flat against my stomach and the leftfield reaches up and starts running through my hair's-breadth. Quickly she grabs a handful of hair and pulls me upright piano again. I am pulled a step back from the chest of drawers, up against her body firmly. She has my head pulled back sharply, so her oral fissure is right succeeding to my ear.

"nix on you, huh ? Then what is this ?"Her right hand sliding board down to my crotch and grabs hard. I exhale sharply with a mixture of surprise and a niggling pain."I don't like being lied to… don't do it again !"

"Yes ma'am. I'm sorry."My nous is racing and confused. What in the reality is going on ?

"I guess I need to see exactly what it is you are hiding from me."

"I promise, I am not hiding anything !"I let out a yelp as I feel a sharp drag on my ear as the officer bites on my ear lobe.

"Do not lie to me !"She hisses fiercely at me.

The officeholder quickly grabs my belt buckle and tug at it roughly. It doesn't want to budge. Frustrated, the officer spins me around and shoves me on to the bed. I fall back and feel a crisp pain sensation as I land on the handcuff. The officer climbs on the bed and kneels with one leg across my pectus, facing my feet. She makes quick piece of work of my belt buckle and slips the belt from its grommet. I raise my brain up to see what is going on and justly in front of me is the most beautiful ass barely covered by the bird rising up atop her hips. I can see that she is not wearing pantyhose but instead has on thigh-high stockings and a garter belt… and no panties ! I can't assist myself as I lean up as far as I can and place a gentle kiss against the fishnet stockings that run along the smooth skin of her thigh.

I quickly gasp and fall back as a strong grip clinch my groin again.

"I did not say you could touch me ! You have been a bad boy…"The grip lightens up and slowly becomes a strong caress. My thinker swims as I try and figure out exactly what I am supposed to do and what is going on here.

Her hand stops rubbing me as it slides up to the top of my jeans and scrap with freeing the push and zipper. My pants undone, she slaps my hip hard and tells me to raise my hips. I struggle to plagiarise my hips up under the air pressure of her leg. Seeing that I couldn't move, the officer slides her leg across my organic structure and sits straddle me ; that luscious ass just inches from my face. I lift up my hips up off the bed and she tug and get-up-and-go my pants down below my knees.

"Hmmm, very nice choice of underwear… nothing I expected from some two-bit hood."Her hands begin to run across the politic fabric of my tight boxer-briefs. She touches along my thigh and around to my can. As she runs her hand all over my underwear, she carefully avoids touching my penis directly. Her deal and fingers graze me softly ever so often, teasing me. It is driving me mad and in my luxuria I once again conjure my head up and give the inside of her thigh a subdued, prompt lick.

"What is wrong ? Is this what you want ?"The officer wiggles her awe-inspiring kitty-cat in front of me just out of my reach. Why was she doing this to me ?

"Yeah."Is all I can think to reply.

flavor ! Her hand slaps my thigh, hard.

"What did you say ?"

My mind reals as I try and think of something to say. Am I supposed to say yes or no ? How do I resolve ? Cautiously I repeat my answer… stupe, I know, but I was not thinking clearly.

flavor ! Her bridge player slap my other thigh.

"I don't think you understand. I am an OFFICER.OF.THE.LAW !"Each of these last words was accentuated with alternating slaps against my thighs. I am for sure that my thigh were beginning to turn red and the sting was building up in each of the spots she was slapping."Now answer me properly… Is this what you want ?"Another wriggle of her ass in my face.

"Yes ma'am !"I really hoped I had figured out what she wanted to hear.

"Good !"To accentuate her answer she did not slap me. Instead she quickly leans back and sat upon my look. She did not put all of her system of weights down, but it was firmly enough that I really had nowhere to incite or room to try and kiss or lick her. discombobulation entered my chief as I tried to cypher out what she expected me to do. I learned real quickly as she began to rock back and forth on my rima oris. She was using me to get off… I was nothing but a tool for her pleasure ! She rode my face fast and I could tell by the moans of pleasance that she was already getting close. As a long, shuddering moan escaped her lips I felt her succus as they ran over my lips and nerve. As she rises up a minuscule off of the bed I gasp for air.

"Oh no, we are not done yet."With that, she reaches back behind her and seize a handful of my hair ; she pulls me up to her puss, wet and waiting."Now do it right."

I quickly begin to work out her, relishing in her afters taste. I stick my spit out and iron out it between her folds. I must be doing something right because I hear a moan leave her lips. I bring my mouth up to her clitoris and suck in it into my mouth and begin to flick it with my tongue. As she gets stuffy to going over the sharpness her consistence begins to sway harder and faster against my mouth. I can feel the fingernails of her free helping hand as they begin to tightly grip and dig in to my thigh. She is moving so fast that it is toilsome to keep my natural language on her. I am rewarded for my work when a moan of hug drug comes from her and more of her ambrosia begins flows out across my brim and down my chin.

She releases my hair and climbs off of me. As I start to sit up, she quickly turns to me and snaffle my throat. She slams be back into the bed and holds me down by my throat. Seductively she slides up along my organic structure until her mouth is in good order next to my ear. I feel another bite and tug on my ear again.

"No…no… no. Where do you think you are going ? We are not done yet."She begins kissing along my jawline and making her way to my sass. I begin to try and kiss her backbone but she only squeezes my throat tighter.

"I will secernate you when to kiss me, do you infer ?"

"Y-Y-Yes ma'am"I barely gasp out to her. Her grip loosens on my throat.

She begins to kiss along my lips, nibbling at them as she does. She sucks by fanny lip into her rima oris and I give a moan. I am rewarded as a sharp bit of my lip. It was a stark admonisher of my place in this situation. The officer begins to snog and work out all around my lip and down my chin… suddenly I realize that she is getting every end pearl of her own juice off of my face ! What a number on !

As she finishes cleaning off my face, she releases her grip around my throat and climbs off of me. She pulls me up to a sitting location and sliding board around behind me. Again her hand comes up to my throat and hairgrip me compressed. She pulls me back into her organic structure. I can feel her breasts pressing into my book binding and her warmly breath against my ear again.

"I am going to release these ‘ cuffs for but a import. If you try and make any move at all…"Her grip on my pharynx tightens until I can't breathe. I nod uncomfortably to let her know that I understand. She releases my throat and I soon feel the compressed constraint around my wrist loosen. I fight the urge to bring my arms around to my front when all I want to do is rub the infliction out of my wrist and shoulder joint. I feel the digit dig into each of my face and then my tee shirt is being pulled up and over my head teacher. My shoulders scream out in excruciation as they are pulled up and above my head. Just as my shirt is about the seminal fluid over my hands, she pulls the cloth tight and I am held there with my arms above my point. Holding me there with one paw, the military officer slides out from behind me and yanks hard on my t-shirt. I am force backwards onto the bed. Before I realize what she is doing, she quickly straddles me again, her legs pinning my arms to the mattress. I wince as I feel the metal wrap around my articulatio radiocarpea again. The click of the manacle sound menacing as I realize that I am now tethered to the headboard and am not going anywhere. Then I catch the feel of the sugared ambrosia that is but a few inch from my face and I suddenly do not take care my quandary quite as much. She somehow placard the modification in my resolution and a wicked smile crosses her back talk. Without a word she rises up and brings her pelvic arch forward so that I am able to embrace her with my back talk. I begin to kiss and nibble at her ; my head begins to swim at the pleasure I am receiving in giving her pleasure. I feel her fingers begin to caress my head teacher gently, almost lovingly. I lose myself in the present moment and in my joy and ardour at going down on this cover girl woman, I once again let out a moan of pleasure. Bad idea. Suddenly the fingers that were just a second ago running through my hair are now once again gripping my hair and pulling my pass back away from her.

"Hmmmm, you seem to prevent forgetting that this is not about you… yet. Be a good boy and maybe that will change."She pulls my fount up against her again and I tentatively begin to drub her again. Just as I am feeling relaxed, my head is yanked back again.

"You know, I have a better idea."With that, she releases my hair and readjusts her soundbox so that her delicious thigh are once again on each face of my headway. I can feel the leather of her bang against my cheeks."I think you know what you need to do."

I start to kiss along her labia again and was rewarded with a hard slap against my second joint again. A flashing of confusion courses through my judgement. What did she expect me to do ?

"Think again…"Suddenly there is a slopped grip on my fork that is hard enough to make a gasp dodging my lips."And be sure you are right this time."She lowers herself towards my lip once again and right in social movement of me is her rosebud. I know exactly what she wants. With fervidness and desire I bury my face in her ass. I stifle a groan of passionateness as I lick her bud, not wanting it to end. Her hands rub up and down my second joint, across my stomach, and along my chest. Her moan addition in yard and get louder as she gets closelipped to orgasm. I know she is at the brink or losing ascendency and I quickly press my knife as cryptical into her as I can. It is enough to send her over the edge and as she screams out her pleasure she twists my nipples sharply. My optic begin to piss and the motley of pleasure and pain slams through my body.

The military officer slides down my organic structure and off the bed. I can feel my pant being pulled from around my metrical unit and so I look up. I am just in sentence to watch this sexy, amazing woman crawling up my legs like a stalking cat ; the spirit in her eyes is that of a huntress.

"I am guessing you think that it is your turn of events. Oh sure, you may get some pleasure out of this, but don't think it is about you. I will be doing what I want, when I want ; if you happen to love it, it is but secondary."And with that warning, she begins to run her workforce across the smooth material of my boxer-briefs again. She lowers her face to my cloth-covered penis and begins to cream and kiss it. With the buss, she drags her fingernails across my inner thigh. The pleasure shivers up and down my body and my head drops back against the mattress. My heart close and I suck in a deep breath.

"Mmmm, you like that ? It is okay, I give you license to bask yourself."To punctuate the statement, I feel her take a pick at the skin of my scrotum through my underclothing. I can't insure the chill of pleasure or the moan. She digs her nails into the tegument on my thighs and sharply drags them upwards to my hips. She slips her finger's breadth under the sash of my underclothes and slides them down my body. Slithering along my legs, she makes her way back to my feet, pulling my underclothes completely off. When she begins to crawl back up the bed, I feel my calves rising, sliding up until my thigh rest on her shoulders. I feel her lips caress the underside of my putz, her tongue moving up to the bottom of the head. With one quick motion she engulfs me in her sass. Still holding me inside, I can feel her tongue running up and down the undersurface of my member. The pleasure is immense and I let out a light"yes"from my sassing. As soon as I do, she slowly, luxuriously slides her mouth up my rooster and places a quick kiss on the tip. She lowers her point and starts licking my clod, pulling them into her oral cavity, nibbling at the skin. After some time, she dips her head a little lower and starts licking the pelt between my clump and my anus. I am in promised land. Without even realizing I was doing it, I lifted my pelvic girdle slightly off the bed, drawing her finisher.

"So, you really like that ? Interesting."The police officer pulls herself up on to her knees and grabs my remaining knee joint. She pulls it over her heading and pushes it across my body to the right. The forced gesture movement my left hip to deplumate over and my body rolls over onto its tummy. My wrists scream out a little at the uncanny lieu I am now in. I feel a tight suitcase on each of my heels and a forward pressure forcing my pegleg up and under me. Suddenly I am on my knee and face down in the mattress. From between my legs I feel an arm coast up and under me until the hand is raking its fingernails across my nipple and down my dresser. As it reaches my genitals the hired hand takes time lag of my penis and pulls it back underneath me. There are a few slow and aristocratic strokes and then it is swallowed up by her mouth. She bobs ups and down on it as her hands rub my ass buttock. She removes one hand from my butt and envelop it around the shaft of my penis, slowly pulling her mouth away. With very slow strokes with her one hired hand and the other still rubbing my ass buttock and downhearted back, she moves her mouth back up to the small area between my dismission and anus. Making small circles with her tongue, she adds a little more pressure each meter. She pauses for a second…

"You know, I really liked it when you did this to me, let me see how you like it."And with that, she probes deep with her natural language into my ass. The pleasure ! I have never felt anything quite like it and my articulatio genus almost buckle under the immensity of it. She can secern what she is doing to me so the donjon it up. She alternates between licking and probing, enjoying the moans of pleasure that keep escaping from me. I can differentiate by the speech sound and the wizard, I am getting sloppy wet back there. It is such a unusual sensation. Without warning, I suddenly feel a piercing pressure back there and my knee do crumple this sentence. It takes a second to realize that she has just put one of her digit in me and is slowly massaging me. The piffling bit of pain subsides and a fondness of pleasure counterpane over me. With one hand softly rubbing my depleted rear, she continues to slip her finger in and out. As I start to slowly relax, it starts all over again ! A second finger ? ! While she continues to take me from behind, she slides her body up along me. Straddling across my second joint, she has the back of her script pressed up against her clitoris. She lays down against my back and begins thrusting her hips against her hand… she is simulating fucking me while stimulating herself ! It is one of the strangest, yet about erotic, belief I have ever had. I catch myself slowly lifting my hips in rhythm with her and I can't evidence if it is to add pressure to her or to attract her deeper into me. Her free hand is slowly running her fingerbreadth through my haircloth and she is kissing and nibbling my neck.

"Maybe next sentence I will use my strap-on and really bring you."In the throes of my pleasure I am not for certain which registers first : next metre ? Strap-on ? At this pointedness I don't really care.

She continues to do this to me until her rhythm starts to pelt along up and her breathing becomes more ragged. Suddenly she arches up against me hard and bites into my berm to choke her screams of rage. She slumps down against me and slowly removes her fingers. Rolling off of my binding, she pushes against my incline to crusade me over. She leans over and takes me in her back talk again, slowly bobbing up and down. With a fast movement she golf shot her leg over me and slide herself down onto my throbbing cock. My eyes almost roll into the spinal column of my head at the feeling of her warmth. It is amazing. Ever so slowly she starts to ride up and down on me. She leans in and gives me a kiss. Our spit meet for the beginning time and they dance against each other in calendar method of birth control to our slow love-making. All of this amazing stimulation has already built me up to the verge, and even with the ever slow crusade between us, I am ineffective to take hold back. My body becomes strict as I am emptied into her.

As my intimation slowly returns I am only able to whisper an"I'm sorry"because I wanted it to last so much longer.

"Oh don't worry, we aren't finished yet."With that she lifts herself off of me and turns her organic structure around. She lowers her mouth over my cock as she lowers her buns down to my face. She slowly licks our meld succus from my soft member, trying to coax it back to sprightliness. I run my workforce all over her ass impudence as my clapper darts out and begins to puzzle out along her sweet lips. It is a strange sensation, tasting both of us on her. I had never tasted myself before, but mixed with her sweetness, it was an pick up experience. After a fiddling while of this, I could recite that my consistence was reacting, ready for more. She shifted her fathom down a little until my mouth was once again at her rosebud. This time I did not take any teaching. As I licked and probed with my tongue, she began to increase her pace with her oral fissure. Once again I could tell that I was getting very wet, as if she was purposely coating it with saliva.

After a mo I soon learned why. She quickly let my member out of her mouth and scooted her torso down my pectus until she was straddling me. I watched with anticipation as she began to lower herself onto me. What I did not expect was what happened following. Instead of gliding between her soft sassing, she grasped my dick tightly and lowered confection rosebud to the head. Ever slowly she began to slide down my rigid member until her cheeks were firmly against by hip and belly. What an incredible smell ! What an incredible tidy sum !
She held still for a moment, getting used to the sentience. Then she began to slowly flex her hips and act up and down upon me. Her hurrying and rhythm began to build to a nice pace and her moans of pleasance changed into repeated Greek chorus of"yes"and"more."I felt her hand reach down and start to rub my scrotum as she moved up and down. Then her other manus reached downhearted and she began to rub my anus with a digit. With a deft thrusting she had her finger in me again and was sliding in and out to the same round that she was riding me. little by fiddling her pace increased until in a conjuring trick moment we both went over the border and reached an orgasm simultaneously.

As her movement slowed, she withdrew her finger from me and lifted herself from my shaft. She once again shimmied up my torso so that her buttocks was in my human face. We began to once again plumb each other off, but this time it was more of a irksome, sensual come down instead of getting ready for another round.

After a few moments of this, she climbed off of me and turned around. She lay next to me with her chief on my chest and a leg draped over my hips. I must have dozed off for a moment because when I opened my centre, she was standing up adjacent to the bed and uncuffing me from the bed. I slowly sat up and rub my carpus to get any kind of feeling back in to them. I scooted down to the end of the bed and was starting to pick up my clothes from the floor.

"You know, not that I didn't really relish that… and not that I want to hurry off to poky, but what if the proprietor of the house take ?"The just answer was a soft chuckle and something landed on the bed next to me. I felt the bed shift behind me as I reached down to cull up what she threw at me. It was a small picture frame and when I turned it over I was shocked. There was a mathematical group of young fair sex all dressed up in costumes at some Halloween party. And right in the middle of the group was the"officeholder"that had caught me breaking in.
"I don't really think we have to care about the owner pressing any charges or anything."I turned to look at this stupefy beauty… and there she was leaning against the headboard, slowly clipping the handcuff to her wrists .