You are so very horny, beside yourself with lust and desire. You walk into the adult bookstore, closely examining the dildos and vibes, licking your luscious lips, imagining what they would feel like inside of you. You feel the moistness beginning to gather in your panties. Finally, you make your choice and proceed to the register when you discover that you've forgotten your purse at home. You're heartbroken, when suddenly, your desire streaming from your hot wet pussy overwhelms your mind and you grab the vibe and make a break for it, heels click clacking down the sidewalk.
You get about a block when you realize the combination of your lust and the excitement of your theft that your pussy is on fire, leaking onto the tops of your thigh high stockings. Your nipples are rock hard and aching from rubbing against your silk top - God, you want and need to cum so badly.
You are so focused on the sensations racing through your sexy body, that you fail to notice the squad car pull into the alley where you're concealed. Before you can grasp what is going on, you feel your hard sensitive nipples crushed against the brick wall, your arms are behind your back. You feel cold hard steel wrap around your lovely wrists, trapping them behind your back. You try to turn your head to see what's going on, but suddenly a strong hand wraps itself in your hair and holds you in place. It hasn't even occurred to you to struggle and suddenly you are moving and your feel your hard, aching breasts crushed against the cool steel of the hood of a car.
You feel your legs kicked apart and finally a voice to explain your predicament. "You seem to be in quite a hurry miss. Why would a beautiful young thing be running so fast?"
Your breath quickens as you feel a strong hand begin to run up and down your legs. You pray he doesn't feel the heat from your pussy or the juices you know are now staining your thighs. "What's in the bag ma'am?"
You feel his warm breath in your ear, his chest on your back with one hand still firmly wrapped in your hair, the other discovering the slickness of your trembling thighs.
"I got a call about a theft from a local adult book store. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that would you miss?"
You gasp as his lips brush against your neck and his hand cups your sex; my god, he knows how worked up you are.
"What do we have here? It looks like you're a little horny slut, you're panties are soaking and this bag has a vibrator, but you don't seem to have a receipt."