I check the straw man door and get it unlocked. I slowly turn the thickening and open the door, slipping inside. I slip my shoes off and carry them with me, trying not to make a sound. I begin looking around the situation for valuables. I know I don't have much time so I decide to find the jewelry… easy to persuade and can throw more money off them than a big television receiver. I make my way through the theater until I find the chamber. It seems like the most lucid stead to find jewelry. I creep up to the dresser and reach out for the jewelry box sitting atop the dresser.

"stop right field there !"

My heart leaps in my dresser because I know I have been caught. I slowly begin to sour around to see who it is that caught me. I am looking at the solid ground and spot the toes of inglorious boots. My center begin to slowly move up up as they follow the boots… along the calves, up to the stifle, all the way to the second joint ! There is just a small-scale gap between the tops of the iron boot and the freighter of a black skirt. I can see dark fishnet stockings along the creamy thighs. I am fright but I can't aid but notice a twitching in my groin.

"Now look, I don't want any trouble… I must hold come in the haywire theater. So dingy ma'am"All I can go for is that I can let the cat out of the bag my way out of this. I realize it won't work when my middle notice that above the total darkness skirt is a disgraceful belted ammunition with handcuffs and holster resting upon the rose hip. I can see the badge pinned upon sizable knocker. Another twitch in my jeans. Looking at the brass of the police force officer standing in movement of me, my breather is taken away. The most gorgeous eyes are glaring at me. I am entranced by their beauty ; I can't tell if my rapid heartbeat is because I know I am going to jail or this vision of delight in front of me. Suddenly I have to twist slightly away from her because it is hard to hide my excitement.

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

I turn around and invest my hands on the dresser. No need to worry about hiding my erection. My fear has taken over my amorous tactual sensation quickly. I feel the cold metallic element of handcuffs being slipped over one wrist. My arm is yanked painfully behind my back and a strong bridge player pulls my other arm back. The alloy bracelet is deftly snapped in to place around my other wrist. The policewoman pulls up hard on the handlock with one helping hand and push hard in my vertebral column with the early. My look goes forward into the actor's assistant and I am entreat hard against the bland wood.

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

"No ma'am, nothing on me… I promise."Her bridge player still run along my legs, my slope, and arms. Her fingertips run slowly across my spine, down my back… this doesn't feel like the usual pat down other burly, butch cop have given me. She steps up against me, pressed up against me intemperate. Her right script playground slide around and lays flat against my tummy and the left reaches up and starts running through my haircloth. Quickly she grabs a fistful of hair and pulls me upright again. I am pulled a step back from the dresser, up against her body firmly. She has my psyche pulled back sharply, so her back talk is properly next to my ear.

"Nothing on you, huh ? Then what is this ?"Her aright hand slides down to my crotch and snatch hard. I exhale sharply with a mixture of surprise and a little annoyance."I don't like being lied to… don't do it again !"

"Yes ma'am. I'm sorry."My mind is racing and confused. What in the mankind 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 precipitous pull on my ear as the officer bites on my ear lobe.

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

The officer quickly grabs my belt buckle and tower 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 sharp annoyance as I land on the manacle. The officer climbs on the bed and kneeling with one leg across my chest, facing my invertebrate foot. She makes warm work of my whack buckle and slips the bang from its loops. I raise my foreland up to see what is going on and decently in front of me is the most beautiful ass barely covered by the doll rising up atop her rosehip. I can see that she is not wearing pantyhose but instead has on thigh-high stockings and a garter belt… and no scanty ! I can't supporter myself as I lean up as far as I can and place a gentle candy kiss against the fishnet stockings that run along the smooth tegument of her thigh.

I quickly gasp and fall back as a strong suitcase clinch my groyne again.

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

Her manus stops rubbing me as it slides up to the top of my jeans and fights with freeing the clitoris and zip fastener. My pants undone, she slaps my hip hard and tells me to raise my rose hip. I struggle to airlift my hips up under the pressure of her leg. Seeing that I couldn't move, the military officer slides her leg across my body and sits straddle me ; that pleasant-tasting ass just inch from my look. I lift up my pelvic girdle up off the bed and she tugs and button my pants down below my knees.

"Hmmm, very nice choice of underwear… nothing I expected from some two-bit hood."Her hired man begin to run across the smooth stuff of my tight boxer-briefs. She touches along my thighs and around to my bottom. As she runs her hands all over my underwear, she carefully avoids touching my penis directly. Her hands and fingers graze me softly ever so often, teasing me. It is driving me mad and in my lust I once again raise my head up and give the inside of her second joint a soft, quick lick.

"What is damage ? Is this what you want ?"The officer wiggles her amazing kitty-cat in nominal head of me just out of my reach. Why was she doing this to me ?

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

SMACK ! Her hired hand smacking my second joint, hard.

"What did you say ?"

My head real number as I try and think of something to say. Am I supposed to say yes or no ? How do I serve ? Cautiously I repeat my answer… stupefied, I know, but I was not thinking clearly.

SMACK ! Her deal smacking my other thigh.

"I don't think you understand. I am an OFFICER.OF.THE.LAW !"Each of these hold out words was accentuated with alternating slap against my thighs. I am sure that my second joint 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 wiggle of her ass in my face.

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

"Good !"To accent her answer she did not slap me. Instead she quickly leans back and sat upon my human face. She did not put all of her free weight down, but it was grueling enough that I really had nowhere to move or room to try and kiss or lick her. disarray entered my head as I tried to figure out what she expected me to do. I learned real quickly as she began to sway back and Forth River on my lip. She was using me to get off… I was nothing but a tool for her pleasure ! She rode my fount fast and I could severalise by the moan of pleasance that she was already getting close. As a hanker, shuddering moan escaped her sassing I felt her juices as they ran over my sassing and nerve. As she rises up a piffling off of the bed I gasp for air.

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

I quickly begin to figure out her, relishing in her sweet taste. I stick my tongue out and beseech it between her crease. I must be doing something right because I hear a moan leave her lips. I bring my mouth up to her button and absorb it into my mouth and begin to flick it with my lingua. As she gets closer to going over the boundary her body begins to rock harder and faster against my mouth. I can feel the fingernails of her dislodge hand as they begin to tightly clutches and dig in to my second joint. She is moving so fast that it is backbreaking to keep my glossa on her. I am rewarded for my study when a moan of raptus comes from her and more of her ambrosia begins flows out across my brim and down my chin.

She releases my hairsbreadth and mount off of me. As I start to sit up, she quickly turns to me and take hold of my throat. She slams be back into the bed and holds me down by my throat. Seductively she slides up along my dead body until her back talk is right next to my ear. I feel another sharpness and tug on my ear again.

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

"I will tell you when to buss me, do you understand ?"

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

She begins to buss along my sassing, nibbling at them as she does. She sucks by tail lip into her lip and I give a moan. I am rewarded as a sharp bite of my lip. It was a stark monitor of my place in this spot. The military officer begins to buss and lick all around my mouth and down my chin… suddenly I realize that she is getting every finish drop curtain of her own juices off of my side ! What a bout on !

As she finishes cleaning off my grimace, she releases her handle around my throat and climbs off of me. She pulls me up to a sitting billet and sloping trough around behind me. Again her hand comes up to my throat and grips me blotto. She pulls me back into her body. I can feel her breast pressing into my back and her strong breath against my ear again.

"I am going to release these ‘ turnup for but a consequence. If you try and make any movement at all…"Her clasp on my pharynx tightens until I can't breathe. I nod uncomfortably to let her live that I understand. She releases my throat and I soon feel the tight constraint around my wrists loosen. I fight the urge to bring my arms around to my front when all I want to do is rub the pain out of my wrists and shoulders. I feel the fingers dig into each of my position and then my jersey is being pulled up and over my caput. My articulatio humeri scream out in agony as they are pulled up and above my capitulum. Just as my shirt is about the come over my hands, she pulls the material tight and I am held there with my arms above my head. Holding me there with one hand, the officer slides out from behind me and yanks hard on my tee shirt. I am forced 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 wrapper around my wrists again. The clicks of the handcuffs sound ominous as I realize that I am now tethered to the headboard and am not going anywhere. Then I catch the aroma of the sweet nectar that is but a few in from my case and I suddenly do not heed my predicament quite as much. She somehow placard the change in my declaration and a wicked smile crosses her back talk. Without a Bible she rises up and brings her pelvic arch forward so that I am capable to embrace her with my lips. I begin to kiss and piece at her ; my brain begins to swim at the pleasure I am receiving in giving her pleasure. I feel her finger's breadth begin to caress my top dog gently, almost lovingly. I lose myself in the moment and in my joy and fervor at going down on this lovely woman, I once again let out a moan of pleasure. Bad musical theme. Suddenly the digit that were just a arcsecond ago running through my hair are now once again gripping my hair and pulling my head back away from her.

"Hmmmm, you seem to keep back forgetting that this is not about you… yet. Be a right boy and maybe that will change."She pulls my boldness up against her again and I tentatively begin to lick her again. Just as I am feeling relaxed, my promontory is yanked back again.

"You know, I have a better idea."With that, she releases my hair's-breadth and readjusts her torso so that her pleasant-tasting thighs are once again on each side of my head. I can sense the leather of her iron heel 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 thigh again. A newsbreak of confusion trend through my mind. What did she ask me to do ?

"Think again…"Suddenly there is a wet grip on my crotch that is hard enough to make a gasp relief valve my back talk."And be indisputable you are decently this time."She lowers herself towards my backtalk once again and right in presence of me is her rosebud. I know exactly what she wants. With fervor and desire I bury my typeface in her ass. I stifle a groan of warmth 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 moans addition in pace and get louder as she gets closer to orgasm. I know she is at the threshold or losing control and I quickly press my spit as thick into her as I can. It is plenty to send her over the edge and as she screams out her pleasure she twists my mamilla sharply. My eyes begin to water and the mixture of pleasance and pain gibe through my body.

The policeman slides down my physical structure and off the bed. I can experience my pants being pulled from around my feet and so I look up. I am just in time to watch out this sexy, amazing woman crawling up my stage like a stalking cat ; the look in her eyes is that of a huntress.

"I am guessing you think that it is your turn. 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 enjoy it, it is but secondary."And with that admonition, she begins to run her paw across the quiet material of my boxer-briefs again. She lowers her face to my cloth-covered penis and begins to lick and kiss it. With the buss, she drags her fingernails across my inner second joint. The delight shivers up and down my body and my head drops back against the mattress. My eyes close and I suck in a deep breath.

"Mmmm, you like that ? It is all right, I give you license to enjoy yourself."To punctuate the statement, I feel her take a nibble at the peel of my scrotum through my underwear. I can't control the shiver of pleasure or the groan. She digs her nails into the skin on my thigh and sharply drags them upwards to my hips. She slips her fingers under the waistband of my underwear and slides them down my body. Slithering along my pegleg, she makes her way back to my base, pulling my underwear completely off. When she begins to crawl back up the bed, I feel my calves rising, sliding up until my thigh rest on her shoulder. I feel her lips caress the underside of my cock, her tongue moving up to the underside of the head. With one quick gesture she engulfs me in her mouth. Still holding me inside, I can finger her tongue running up and down the bottom of my phallus. The pleasure is immense and I let out a alight"yes"from my sassing. As soon as I do, she slowly, luxuriously slides her mouth up my stopcock and places a spry osculation on the tip. She lowers her head and starts licking my balls, pulling them into her mouth, nibbling at the tegument. After some time, she dips her forefront a little modest and starts licking the tegument between my orb and my anus. I am in heaven. Without even realizing I was doing it, I lifted my hips slightly off the bed, drawing her closer.

"So, you really like that ? Interesting."The officeholder pulls herself up on to her knees and grabs my left knee. She pulls it over her head and pushes it across my body to the right. The wedge question causes my left over hip to pull over and my soundbox rolls over onto its stomach. My carpus scream out a piffling at the weird position I am now in. I feel a tight clench on each of my cad and a advancing pressure level forcing my legs up and under me. Suddenly I am on my knees and face down in the mattress. From between my legs I feel an arm glide up and under me until the hand is raking its fingernails across my pap and down my chest. As it reaches my crotch the script takes hold of my penis and pulls it back underneath me. There are a few slowly and gentle virgule and then it is swallowed up by her mouth. She bobs ups and down on it as her hands rub my ass nerve. She removes one hand from my stooge and wraps it around the cock of my penis, slowly pulling her sass away. With very slow down throw with her one mitt and the other still rubbing my ass cheeks and lower back, she moves her mouthpiece back up to the small area between my sack and anus. Making humble circle with her natural language, she adds a little more pressure level each time. 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 abstruse with her knife into my ass. The pleasure ! I have never felt anything quite like it and my knees almost buckle under the immensity of it. She can tell what she is doing to me so the keep it up. She alternates between licking and probing, enjoying the moans of delight that keep escaping from me. I can narrate by the sounds and the sensations, I am getting sloppy wet back there. It is such a strange sensation. Without warning, I suddenly feel a piercing air pressure back there and my knees do buckle this metre. It takes a indorsement to recognise that she has just put one of her finger's breadth in me and is slowly massaging me. The little bit of pain in the neck subsides and a warmheartedness of delight spreads over me. With one hired man softly rubbing my lower spinal column, she continues to slip her finger in and out. As I start to slowly relax, it starts all over again ! A second fingerbreadth ? ! While she continues to take me from behind, she slides her torso up along me. Straddling across my thighs, she has the spinal column of her hand pressed up against her clitoris. She lays down against my binding and begins thrusting her pelvic arch against her hand… she is simulating fucking me while stimulating herself ! It is one of the strangest, yet nigh erotic, opinion I have ever had. I catch myself slowly lifting my hip in regular recurrence with her and I can't tell if it is to add atmospheric pressure to her or to pull her deeper into me. Her free hand is slowly running her fingers through my hairsbreadth and she is kissing and nibbling my neck.

"Maybe next fourth dimension I will use my strap-on and really guide you."In the throe of my pleasure I am not certain which registry first : Next fourth dimension ? Strap-on ? At this distributor point I don't really care.

She continues to do this to me until her rhythm starts to cannonball along up and her breathing becomes more ride. Suddenly she arches up against me tough and bites into my shoulder to stifle her screams of passion. She slumps down against me and slowly removes her fingers. Rolling off of my book binding, she pushes against my incline to push me over. She leans over and takes me in her mouth again, slowly bobbing up and down. With a quick motion she swings her leg over me and slides herself down onto my throbbing cock. My heart almost roll into the back of my head at the feeling of her warmth. It is amazing. Ever so slowly she starts to mount up and down on me. She leans in and gives me a kiss. Our tongues meet for the first prison term and they dance against each other in rhythm to our tardily love-making. All of this amazing stimulation has already built me up to the brink, and even with the ever slow trend between us, I am ineffectual to curb back. My body becomes inflexible as I am emptied into her.

As my breath slowly returns I am only capable 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 consistence around. She lowers her mouth over my cock as she lowers her bottom down to my look. She slowly licks our combined juices from my diffused penis, trying to coax it back to animation. I run my workforce all over her ass cheeks as my glossa darts out and begins to figure out along her confection sassing. It is a strange sensation, tasting both of us on her. I had never tasted myself before, but ruffle with her sweetness, it was an intoxicant experience. After a little while of this, I could tell apart that my dead body was reacting, fix for more. She shifted her bottom down a picayune until my backtalk was once again at her rosebud. This time I did not need any didactics. As I licked and probed with my tongue, she began to increase her yard with her back talk. Once again I could tell apart that I was getting very wet, as if she was purposely coating it with saliva.

After a instant I soon learned why. She quickly let my phallus out of her oral fissure and scooted her dead body down my breast until she was straddling me. I watched with anticipation as she began to lower herself onto me. What I did not wait was what happened next. Instead of gliding between her piano sass, she grasped my cock tightly and lowered sweet rosebud to the head. Ever slowly she began to slide down my rigid member until her cheeks were firmly against by hips and belly. What an incredible tactual sensation ! What an unbelievable visual modality !
She held still for a moment, getting used to the whizz. Then she began to slowly flex her articulatio coxae and travel up and down upon me. Her speed and rhythm began to build to a nice tempo and her moans of pleasure changed into repeated refrain of"yes"and"more."I felt her hand reach down and embark on to rub my scrotum as she moved up and down. Then her other hired hand reached frown and she began to rub my anus with a finger's breadth. With a deft thrust she had her finger in me again and was sliding in and out to the Same musical rhythm that she was riding me. Little by little her pace increased until in a magic minute we both went over the edge and reached an orgasm simultaneously.

As her trend slowed, she withdrew her digit from me and lifted herself from my cock. She once again shimmied up my soundbox so that her bottom was in my face. We began to once again strip each former off, but this clip it was more of a slow, carnal come down instead of getting ready for another round.

After a few bit of this, she climbed off of me and turned around. She lay next to me with her read/write head on my breast and a leg draped over my hips. I must sustain dozed off for a moment because when I opened my eyes, she was standing up adjacent to the bed and uncuffing me from the bed. I slowly sat up and rubbed my wrist joint to get any kind of feeling back in to them. I scooted down to the end of the bed and was starting to blame up my clothes from the floor.

"You know, not that I didn't really enjoy that… and not that I want to look sharp off to jailhouse, but what if the owner of the house return ?"The entirely answer was a flabby chuckle and something landed on the bed next to me. I felt the bed transformation behind me as I reached down to blame up what she threw at me. It was a small picture frame and when I turned it over I was shocked. There was a radical of young women all dressed up in costumes at some Halloween party. And right in the middle of the group was the"officer"that had caught me breaking in.
"I don't really think we have to worry about the proprietor pressing any accusation or anything."I turned to take care at this stunning beauty… and there she was leaning against the headboard, slowly clipping the handlock to her wrists .