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Here's a delicious tale of a lady cop who enforces her sexual will upon a man after a routine traffic stop....


"Damn!" The patrol car's blue and red flashers loomed large in my rear-view mirror: I had been caught. I pulled into the parking lot of a large mall simply because traffic on the street was too heavy. I held on to a faint hope that the patrol car would keep going, but no luck; it pulled in right behind me. For the first time I got a good look at the officer behind the wheel. Auburn hair and hazel eyes -- the kind that could melt ice cubes and start fires!

"If I have to get a ticket at least it will come from a good looking lady," I muttered out loud.

When she stepped from the patrol car I received a double surprise: not only did she have a stunning looking face, but she filled her uniform magnificently! She was very shapely and looked like she could handle herself in any situation from a street brawl to the bedroom. Looking at her walk as she approached my car, I felt that familiar warmth and stirring in the most private parts of my body.

"What the hell, John" I said to myself, "Let's have a little fun." As she approached I noticed the absence of a wedding ring, something I always look for on good-looking women. Not that a wedding ring really mades a difference -- just a different approach required, that's all! I rolled down my window and waited.

She stood cautiously about three feet from my door. I put both hands on the steering wheel to let her know I meant no harm, and I looked up into those deep, hazel eyes with a big grin on my face...

"I hope you realize," I said good-naturedly, "this has completelydestroyed any possiblity of a meaningful relationship between us."

Her eyes widened slightly in surprise, radiating a twinkle that promised a great sense of humor. A wide smile came shortly after, and she hid it with her hand. "Excuse me," she said in a silky voice that failed to hide her amusement. "I'll be right back. Please stay where you are." She returned to her patrol car and got in. I could see her laughing in my rearview mirror, aided by the lights in her car and the lights in the parking lot. Officer K. Edwards had a sense of humor all right; and I was determined to test it to the limit!

While she sat in the patrol car, I unzipped my slacks and fished out my semihard cock. The mere sight of the way she filled her uniform made me tingle all over! A few sensual strokes and my cock stood up in my lap like a submarine's periscope looking for something to torpedo. A quick check of the rearview showed me she was returning, her countenance composed and meaning business.

"May I have your driver's license, registra... Oh Shit!" She had seen the periscope. I no longer saw humor in those gorgeous eyes -- had I carried my little joke too far?!

"Sir," she said in a controlled and level tone of voice, "please put your penis back in your pants and step out of the car." Her right hand rested on the butt of the gun at her side. "I'm sorry, Officer Edwards, I..." "Do it now." She cut me off sternly, her hand tightening on the gun. I knew she meant business. I was sorry I had gone as far as I did and was more than a little embarrassed and frightened. I stuffed my cock back in my pants as best I could while she watched, and then got out of the car.

"Face the car, put your feet apart, lean against the car with your hands on the roof." "Oh, come on, officer. I was only..." "Please DO IT, sir."

I was really scared now, and the fear only made my now aching cock even harder. I assumed the position she requested, my heart thudding in my chest, pumping even more blood into my already stiff shaft. She pulled my feet further away from my car with her own, forcing my weight onto my hands and setting me off balance.

Beginning at my ankles she frisked me, moving slowly upward, first on the outside, then the inside of my legs. When she reached my crotch, she pushed gently upward on my testicles, then moved her hand firmly along the length of my now throbbing cock. I felt a bead of warm liquid ooze from the tip.

"I suppose you think this is funny." She seemed just a little out of breath, but her voice still had that silky, sensual tone laced with authority. "N-no, officer." I was really frightened now. "I can't help it -- something about you really turns me on." Her hand left the bulge of my crotch and continued expertly exploring the upper regions of
my body. "Put your left hand behind you back, please." Her manner was professional and all business. I felt the cold chrome steel of the handcuff close around my wrist. "Now your right hand, please." She finished cuffing me, turned me around and leaned me against the car.

"Aw, c'mon officer, you're not really going to..."

"Shut up or I'll gag you too!" Her voice was even and low. It had lost that sensual silkiness. She meant what she said! "You are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law."

I couldn't believe I had been so stupid, exposing myself to a cop. She finished Mirandizing me and locked up my car. "I'm taking you to the station for booking. The charge is indecent exposure." She led me to the patrol car, opened the rear door, and helped me in. SHIT! Nine o'clock at night and I'm on my way to jail for flashing my cock at a cop!!

She glanced back at me in the rear view mirror from time to time. I couldn't swear to it, but I thought I saw that sparkle in her eyes again -- like a predator cat toying with it's victim just before the kill. "Look on the bright side" she said, that silkiness back in her voice, "I'm not going to give you a ticket." "I don't suppose you'd be willing to forget about my, shall we say, stupidity back there, would you?" "Not a chance! You're going to pay for this one, mister." "John," I informed her in a withering voice. "Listen, I didn't mean any disrespect, Officer Edwards....may I ask you your first name?"

"Sure" she said evenly, "you can ask."

"What is your first name officer?"

"Patrolwoman Edwards, badge 6973" she said. "Now button it up creep, we're almost there." This is it, I thought. My life ruined and all because I had to have a little fun....shit shit shit...

She pulled the patrol car into the driveway of what looked like a deserted building across the street from the police station. "Hey" I said, "isn't that the police station across the street?" "That's the new station, this is the old station. We use the old station as a holding area. You're not getting booked until morning. Give you a chance to cool off." "But Officer...." "I told you to button it! One more word and you get a gag...I mean it!" She pulled to a stop at the rear of the building and helped me out. I thought it rather strange there were no lights in the parking lot, and none on in the building. She led me in to the building, her flashlight leading the way.

"Hey, wait a second! Where are you ..."

"Shut up!" she said, and took us to the basement and a long row of deserted cells. She stopped in front of one of the cells and removed the handcuffs. I turned around to see the barrel of her revolver aimed at the center of my chest.

"Now back up, slowly, into the cell." The gun barrel didn't waiver an inch. I backed in slowly.

"Strip."

"What?" I couldn't believe what I'd heard. "I'm not stripping for you or anyone else. I want to make a phone call." She cocked the revolver and aimed it lower. "Strip or I'll give you a .38 caliber vasectomy, you son-of-a-bitch." I hurredly stripped down to my undershorts and socks and stood there like an adolescent at his first dance. My hardon had long since vanished. All I felt now was a slight nausea and weakness in my knees.

"Take it all off" she said evenly. I did as she commanded, first the socks and then, hesitantly, the underwear. I cupped my hands in front of my private parts. "A little shy?" she asked, smiling. "You were anxious enough to show it to me a little while ago."

"Look Patrolwoman Edwards" I said weakly, "that was a mistake and I'm sorry." "The name's Kate" she said with her silky voice. "Now lie down on your back." Her revolver was still aimed at my shriveled privates as she indicated the cell's bunk with her other hand. I stretched out on the bunk. "Here" she said tossing the handcuffs at me, "put the chain through the bars on the bunk and cuff both hands." When I had done that, she produced a pair of plastic strip ties and bound my feet. There I was, lying naked and spread-eagled before this stunning cop. My heart was pounding!

She came to the side of the bunk and sat down next to me. She put the barrel of her revolver under my limp cock and lifted it. The coldness of the steel sent shivers throught my body. "Pathetic looking little thing" she said, laughing. "What's the matter, stud, can't get it up?"

I moaned in embarrassment. She got up and hung the heavy wool blanket from the other bunk across the cell window, then lit a large candle that had been in the sink. A warm glow of light and eerie shadows filled the cell. She stood in the center of the cell, put her gun in its holster, removed the belt, and tossed it on the empty bunk. Slowly, she reached behind her head and did something with her hair. It fell across her shoulders, flashing like deep burning embers in the candlelight.

"I'll make you a deal," she said, standing with her legs slightly apart, hands on her hips. "If I'm happy with you in the morning, you go free. If not, you go to jail."

My mouth fell open in astonishment and I could feel the hydraulic system in my loins begin to pump blood into my limp meat. "Huh?" was all I could manage.

"Either that," she purred with that silky voice, "or I take you across the street and book you right now. What'll it be? A night of pleasure, or a police record?"

"What do I have to do to make you happy?"

"It's really very simple. Until six tomorrow morning, you are going to be my slave. If you do everthing, EVERYTHING I tell you to do, and don't complain about anything...I'll be happy and you'll be free. Fail to comply just once, or complain the slightest bit... and I book you as a pervert. Deal?"

"I-I'll give it a try, Kate. May I call you Kate?"

"You may. Now for the rules. You may make any sounds of passion you wish and as loud as you wish. No one will hear us. You may not touch me unless I give you my permission. I will do with you whatever I please and you will not complain. That's all there is to it."

"O-okay" I said timidly, "I'll try."

To be continued...

Desona


Posted: Wednesday 4th June 2008, 8:37 PM