The more he thought about this, the more he wished he hadn't agreed to it. Having her over to watch a movie was just asking for trouble. She was married after all. And though nothing had happened yet, each time they got together they came closer to letting their playful flirting go too far. Just as he contemplated calling her to cancel, he heard a loud banging at the door. "Damn, she's already here." he thought. "Why the hell can't she use the bell?" As he opened the door, a bright light filled his view.
"Sir, there have been reports that you have been concealing a dangerous weapon, and I've been sent to conduct a search to determine the validity of these claims." He recognized her voice, but was still temporarily blinded. Once she lowered the light and his eyes adjusted, he couldn't believe them. She was was dressed in a police uniform. A very sexy police uniform. The shorts were shorter and tighter than he'd ever seen law enforcement wear. And her uniform top was so tight that it didn't button over her breasts, leaving plenty of them on display. Handcuffs dangled from her belt. Mirrored aviator sunglasses, a hat and a large flashlight finished off the ensemble. She smirked as she watched him try to make sense of what he was seeing.
Before he had time to react, she pushed through the doorway, knocking him against the wall and closing the front door. "What the hell are you doing?" he asked, caught off guard.
"Sir, this process will go much smoother if you cooperate and do as I say. Please stand facing the wall with your hands against it and your feet shoulder width apart" she commanded. Then she leaned up and cooed into his ear "It will be fun, I promise." He wasn't sure how to react, but couldn't deny that he was intrigued. He decided to play along. She began running her hands slowly and carefully over his back and shoulders, as though she was searching for a weapon. To reach the length of his arms, she had to stand on her tip toes and press her breasts against his back. He attempted to press back into her and she immediately stopped and backed away. "Sir, I'll need to ask you to remain still while the search is being conducted." She was all business. He'd never seen her act like this. She resumed her search, her hands reaching around to his chest. She began to unbutton his shirt. "I will need to remove this in order to ensure you aren't hiding anything under there." Her fingers danced slowly across his exposed chest. "I will need you to briefly remove one hand at a time from the wall so I can remove your shirt. Your hands will need to remain where I can see them and when one hand is off the wall, the other remains on it, understood?"
"Yes ma'am." if she was maintaining the character so well, the least he could do was go along with it. After his shirt was off, and she seemed satisfied there was nothing hiding there, she focused her efforts on his legs. She knelt behind him and began running her hands down the outside of his legs to his ankles and back up to his hips. Next, she glided them over the back of his legs, giving his backside a light squeeze. Then she moved to his thighs. The proximity of her hand to his zipper made him wonder just how far she was going to take this charade. He feel his erection beginning to bulge and his jeans getting very uncomfortable. There was no way she wouldn't notice this. He held his breath as her fingers moved along the front of his legs, down to his feet and back up to his waistband, where he felt them unbutton his jeans. She carefully slid her hand into the front of his pants and he heard her sharp intake of breath as she grasped his hardened cock, quickly releasing it and withdrawing her hand.
"Sir, I am placing you under arrest for possession of a concealed weapon. I am going to need to cuff you." He had no idea how she was staying in character, but it was really turning him on. He placed his hands behind his back and felt the handcuffs click onto them. Maintaining her authoritative tone, she leaned in and said softly "You have the right to remain silent, though I do enjoy a vocal prisoner. Anything I say can be held against you." She pressed her breasts into his back again for effect. "Now follow me." She turned him around and led him to the living room, pushing him onto the couch.
Removing her hat and tossing it onto the couch beside them, she climbed into his lap, straddling him. She raked her fingers through his hair, kissing his neck, and taking pleasure in the fast pace of his pulse beneath his skin. Working her way down his chest, she lightly pinched one of his nipples, smiling as he let out a soft moan. Her hand traced down his stomach until she was again near his engorged cock. He strained a bit to move it toward her hand. She withdrew it quickly and grabbed him by the hair on the back of his head. She leaned in close enough that he could feel her breath against his neck and ear as she whispered "I knew you were hiding something." Her tongue grazed his earlobe and gave him goosebumps. She ran her fingers through his hair and began to slowly kiss his neck, working her way back down his chest, pausing a moment to lick his hardened nipples, blowing on them and running her teeth against them. It was making him crazy not to be able to touch her. Finally, she settled into a kneeling position between his legs. She unzipped his fly and slowly pulled down his jeans and boxers, allowing his erection to spring free.
"Hmmm... I need to get a better look at this." she said. She removed her sunglasses and he saw an unfamiliar look in her eyes. Desire. She licked her soft, pink lips and leaned in closer. She placed a gentle kiss on the head of his penis and and giggled when it jolted at her touch. She brought her hand up and grasped it lightly, running the length of it. Then she brought it to her mouth and took him in, her tongue swirling around the head as she used her hands to massage his balls and stroke his shaft. He began to moan as she expertly worked her way up and down his stiff cock. Reality began to sink in and was almost too much for him. A married woman had forced her way into his house, handcuffed him and was now sucking his cock like it was her last meal. It was unreal.
"Please uncuff me" he begged.
"And why should I do that?" She asked coyly, crawling back into his lap. "I'm not done with you yet." She stared into his eyes as she began to unbutton her top, revealing the lacy bra that supported her gorgeous breasts. He struggled against the cuffs again. He wasn't sure how much more teasing he could take. She smiled. "I'll make you a deal. I will uncuff you, but you need to do as I ask. If you don't, I leave." He wasn't sure he liked that, but he sure as hell didn't want her to leave so he readily agreed.
"I want to ask you something. And I want an honest answer- have you ever thought about me and touched yourself?" His face flushed with embarrassment as he nodded. "Good to know." She replied, unhooking her bra and slowly sliding it off. "What do you think about? Do you imagine my soft, wet mouth wrapped around your cock, working every last drop out of it? Or do you think about fucking me until your legs give out?"
He'd never heard words like that come from her. The question, coupled with her naked breasts inches from his face made it hard to answer her back. "B-both." was all he could manage to get out. She smirked again and reached around his back to uncuff him, moving purposely so that her breasts brushed across his face in the process. He managed to take one of her nipples into his mouth. She let out a small whimper, then regained composure. "Mmm... Not yet tiger, you promised to play by my rules and there is something you need to do for me first."
She removed the cuffs and he circled his arms around her waist "Anything."
She whispered "I've thought about you so many times, pictured you stroking your cock while you think of me. It gets me so hot. I want to see it. I want to watch your hands work that thick cock. Can you do that for me?" She knelt back down on the floor and looked up at him expectantly, running her hands around her breasts and squeezing her nipples. He was a bit nervous, he'd never performed like that for someone before. But seeing her watching him, her eyes wild with desire- he decided to comply. He watched her as he began stroking, a drop of pre-cum glistening at his tip. "Yeah, I love watching you." He quickened his pace a bit, really wanting to show off. Her face grew more excited and her breath quickened. "Ooh, make that cock cum for me. Show me what you'd do to my sweet little pussy." He wasn't sure he could last longer, her words had him so turned on he was already getting close. He tightened his grip, using his other hand to massage his balls. "Yeah, do it. Cum on me!" she breathed heavily. She moaned it delight as she arched her back toward him, giving him better access to his target. Seeing her sitting there waiting for him to cum on her was all he needed to send him over the edge, shooting thick streams all over her neck and chest. She rubbed it in and softly moaned, licking her fingers clean. "That was amazing, even better than I imagined." She stood and kissed him deeply. "I am going to go clean off in the shower." she said, disappearing down the hallway.
