Everyone in this story is over the age of 18.
Hello my name is Emma. I had been out drinking with a few friends and was no waiting for my taxi to pick me up. I was just sat on my phone waiting when I heard a group of guys kick off. Before I knew it they started fighting. I somehow ended up in the middle of it and was just trying to get away when the police arrived. The guys ran away and only myself and the two guys fighting were left. I found myself handcuffed and pressed face first on the side of one of the police vans. I tried explaining that I was not involved but no one listened.
When it calmed down a bit the two guys got taken away and I was placed inside of the van I was leaning against. The van had a small cell in the back and thankfully they did not put me in there. Instead I was sat on a row of seats behind the driver and passenger seats. My cuffed hands were placed inside a hole in the chair and then secured. The officer then placed the seat belt on me, brushing my boobs as he did. With me in place I was able to see who the officers were. One was a man in his 30s and kinda handsome in rough kinda way. The other was a women in her 30s that looked pretty yet strong.
The man sat on the seats next to me and the women sat on the drivers seat and turned to face me.
"My name is Paul and that is Kate." Paul told me. "We are just going to ask you a few questions."
I nodded to him. Police officers always made me nervous. I know I had done nothing wrong but that did not stop me from worrying.
"What's your name?" He asked.
"Emma." I replied.
"Good, have you been drinking?"
"Yes."
"What was your involvement in the fight?"
"Nothing I was just waiting for my taxi."
"Then why are you so nervous?" He asked.
"I just get nervous around police." I told him. For some reason he shot a smile at Kate.
"It's ok some people get like that around people with power." He told me. As he did he placed a hand on my leg. I was wearing a dress that buttoned down the front which reached my knees with a pair of black tights underneath. For some reason his hand on my leg turned me on a little. I had always been a very horny person and my ex loved how much I wanted sex. He broke up with me a few months ago and I've not had sex since. I had also been drinking which turned me on. I assumed it was a combination of those things which was turning me on. Not the the strangers hand on my leg.
"Now we just need a few more details from you to make sure you don't have a record." He told me.
He asked for any ID I had and I pointed to my bad that they had place on the floor beside me.
He reached down and pulled it up. He had a good look around before he pulled out my ID. He passed it to Kate who sat tapping away on their computer. It was not long before she turned around to say that I was all clear.
"Good, look we can drop you home and maybe if you cooperate we won't need to report this." Paul told me. I nodded yes.
I live about a 40 minute drive away and I was dreading the cost of the taxi. Maybe getting arrested might work out in my favour. With that Kate turned around and started to drive. Paul sat forward and removed his body vest. And sat back. He placed his hand back on my leg.
"Don't be so nervous." He told me.
"I don't think it's just nerves." Kate said with a smile. "She looks turned on." I blushed hard when she said that and they both laughed.
"What's got you so turned on? Is it the cuffs or the fact we are police?" He asked.
"No." I said quietly.
"No need to be ashamed, you would not be the first women to get turned on by this." He said.
"I've been drinking." I told them.
"And drinking turns you on?" Kate asked.
"A little bit." I replied.
I was turned on from the drinking but I think I was also turned on from being tied up. I had tried to get my ex to do it but he always said no to it. The thought of it always did excite me. I also liked it when he was in charge in the bedroom. Maybe I was turned on by the cuffs and the fact that they were police, people with power.
"Ok, maybe a little of the other stuff." I admitted to them. Again they both emailed to each other. His hand moved to my inside thigh and worked its way up a little. I let out a small noise and they both laughed.
"Do you like being tied up?" Kate asked me.
"I've never tried it." I said.
"I think you do." Paul said as his hand worked further up my leg. He kept rubbing my leg, the tips of his finger brushing against my pussy.
"Do you want me to stop?" He asked.
"No." I said quietly.
"Call me officer." He said. "So do you want me to stop?"