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Here's the third part of our free BDSM cop erotic sex story featuring a female police officer Mistress punishing a naughty suspect:

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"Oh God! Kate" I moaned, "you're driving me..." I became silent, remembering the "no complaint" rule.

She stopped, her finger buried deep in her pussy. Her eyes opened wide, staring at me upside down from between her long, shapely legs. "You may continue, slave. Don't be afraid" she purred.

"...CRAZY!" I shouted in pure animal lust. She jumped slightly at my shout, but kept her finger buried deep within her. I had never wanted a woman as badly as I wanted her at that moment.

"Oh God, please mistress..." Tears of frustration were streaming down my face, my body arched off the bed, my hips thrust into the air. "Let me ram my cock deep inside your pussy! GOD! IT HURTS... I FEEL LIKE I'M GOING TO BURST...I WANT YOU SO BADLY!" I was squirming all over the bunk, breathing heavily and moaning loudly.

"It hurts?" She asked, her finger now moving slowly in and out of her wet pussy, making me delirious with lust. "Is that a complaint, slave?" "N-no, no mistress!" I replied quickly with gasping breath. "It's a good hurt! A wonderful hurt!" "That's better" she purred, slowly removing her finger from her pussy. She stood up straight, turned sensually and came toward me, her pubic mound pushing at the lace, undulating, teasing.

She sat on the bunk next to me. "We'll have to do something about that hurt" she said. She took my throbbing, pulsating, aching cock in her hand and closed her fingers loosely around it. Then she ran the finger that had been buried deep in her wet pussy under my nose. As she did this, she squeezed my cock with her other hand. The sweet smell of her juices invaded my brain, short-circuiting millions of neuro-switches. Her scent and the squeezing pressure of her hand on my cock was too much! My balls tightened involuntarily and a stream of hot, creamy cum erupted from the head of my cock and flowed over her hand. I tried to pump against her hand with my hips to release more of my pent-up fluid, but she released her grip on my hot cock immediately. It jerked a few times on its own, pumping liquid from the tip with each spasm. I could feel it hot against my skin as it worked its way down my shaft toward my balls. I wanted to scream in frustration, wanted to rape this hot cop bitch who held me captive, wanted to stab her to death with my hot throbbing cock! All I did was whimper "Oh God, Kate...Oh God...Oh my God..."

"Does it feel better now?" she asked and laughed a deep, animal laugh. She slowly licked my cum from her hand. "You taste delicious, slave" she purred. "I'll have to have more....but later." Then she bent down, lowering her lips to mine, her tongue exploring the inside of my mouth. I could taste my own salty juices in her mouth and could smell the musky scent of my cum on her breath. My mind began to slip. I was driven slowly to the brink of sexual insanity by this taunting, teasing police officer!

She broke the kiss long before I wanted her to. I closed my eyes and savored the kiss, commiting it to memory forever. Opening my eyes again, I looked down my body and saw her face in the vicinity of my still hard cock.

"Oh, look" she whispered sensually, "you've spilled some of your sweet cum." I could feel her hot breath on my cock and balls as she spoke. "Would my slave like me to clean him up?" she asked teasingly. "Y-yesssss, please do." There was an aching, genuinely urgent tone in my voice. "Do you think you deserve to be cleaned? Do you think you've been a good slave, darling John?" Her voice was teasing, taunting, driving me wild with desire and a deep, yawning urge to bury my hot cock into any opening she might offer.

"I've tried to be good, Mistress." I said timidly, not looking at her. As much as I tried to hold on to my masculinity, I failed. I really had become this incredibly sexy vixen's slave! At that moment I knew I would do anything she asked. I'd do it gladly if it provided opportunities to sample her charms. Every nerve ending in my body was on a razor's edge. Her slightest touch, anywhere on my body, sent waves of tingles and gooseflesh racing throughout my entire body and soul.

"Look at me, slave" she commanded.

I looked into her sparkling hazel eyes and became lost in a place I never wanted to escape from. I felt as if I were falling into two transparent pools of hazel colored liquid. If she didn't speak soon, I would drown. At the last possible second her voice pulled me out of her liquid eyes, saving me from being trapped there for eternity.

"Yes" she said slowly, "you have been a good slave, an obedient and tasty slave. You have earned another reward. I will let it be one of your own choosing. How would you like to be cleaned up slave?"

My mind raced with the possibilities. I wanted my cock deep in her inviting pussy. I also wanted to feel it slide deep into her mouth. I wanted to stuff its entire, throbbing length into her ass, too. And of course between those mouthwatering tits! I was so consumed with desire for this creature, I couldn't speak.

"Quickly, slave" she purred, "what part of your Mistress do you want me to clean your beautiful cock and balls with?"

"It's not a slave's place to choose, Mistress." It was as if someone else had spoken with my voice. I'd been given the chance to let my cock explore any part of this luscious body I desired and I actually said it wasn't my place to choose!

"Ahhh, my sweet, sexy John slave." She was using that silky voice of hers. "You are indeed the perfect slave. You pass each test I give you." With that she lowered her head and cleaned the cum from my cock and balls with her luxuriously thick auburn hair. She wrapped my rigid cock in it and slowly moved it from the base of my shaft to the tip of its head. It was like pushing my cock through a silken tube. The sensation was so intense that I nearly came again. I gasped from the pure pleasure of it. I had never imagined, in my wildest fantasies, that a woman's hair could feel so good! When she finally finished cleaning me and lifted her head, I could see streaks of her hair stuck wetly together with my creamy cum.

"We're going to have some fun now, slave." She left the bunk and bent over a carry bag she had brought with her. Again she bent at the waist, knees straight, giving me a direct view of her glorious pussy trapped beneath her lacy panties. She took her time rummaging through the bag, all the while shifting her weight from one leg to the other. The movement beneath her panties was driving me even deeper into the depths of sexual desire -- and she knew it!

At long last she stood up and turned to face me. In one hand she held a small, penis-shaped vibrator, and in the other was a string of ten wooden beads, each a quarter of an inch in diameter and spaced two inches apart on the string. I had heard stories of the beads and how they were used, but I had never experienced it. My blood raced at the thought. She approached slowly, her hips undulating, her weapons in her hands, a wide smile on her face. She laid her weapons at the foot of the bed between my legs. Then she removed the pillow from beneath my head.

"Lift your ass" she commanded.

I obeyed. She doubled the pillow and placed it beneath my ass. "Relax," she said. I tried.

She retrieved her weapons and positioned herself between my legs, then switched on the vibrator and put its tip at the base of my scrotum and moved it slowly upward. The sensations made my cock jump and wobble uncontrollably. After a few minutes she moved it to the base of my cock and held it there. She lowered her head then, and I could feel her warm, wet tongue licking my ass and poking at my hole. Moaning sounds were coming from deep within her as she continued to lubricate my asshole with her warm saliva.

I jerked my hips upward and tightened my ass muscles when she attempted to insert the first wooden bead. She raised her head and stared at me with those bewitching eyes. "Relax, John" she commanded softly, compassionately, sensually. "Your Mistress wants you to feel pleasure, not pain." "Oh God." was all I could manage to moan.

She lowered her head again. I loosened my muscles as best I could and felt the first of ten beads being pushed gently into my ass by this wildly erotic animal that held me captive. "Oooooooh GOD!" I moaned, and with each of the ten beads she inserted, I repeated that exclamation.

"How do you feel?" she asked when she had completed her task. "Full" I said, "it feels so, so strange." I was breathing heavily. "Don't worry, John. Just relax your muscles, you'll enjoy it so much more." With all the effort I could manage, I concentrated on relaxing. As I became more and more relaxed, that strange feeling left me and I felt less full. The sensation actually became pleasant. "Yes, John. That's much better," she purred soothingly."

To be continued...

Delia

Posted: Sunday 15th June 2008, 9:41 PM