Brenda looked herself over in the mirror. She bought a new, lacy blouse that was very sheer. Below that she had a black skirt. It wasn't a miniskirt but it ended well above her knee revealing her muscular legs. She considered wearing lingerie tonight but decided to save that for a later rendezvous. She got her makeup just right and added just the right amount of perfume. Mike had mentioned that he liked this scent.
She looked beyond the clothes to her body. She'd been doing aerobics for years now and it showed. She was pleased with her body. She considered implants but decided that her 34Cs were good enough. She knew her best asset was her ass. With all the exercise, it had developed into something that gets noticed by men everywhere. She was popular at the gym.
The doorbell rang. Brenda knew who it was and went to answer the door. When she opened it she saw the man she had been dating for the past month or so. He stood there and looked at her without a smile.
"Hello", she purred. As he walked past her he said something about not opening the door until after she checked the peephole.
"You never knew who was on the other side of the door," he muttered.
She giggled and said, "I knew it was you - my favorite police officer." and walked over to wrap her arms around him.
Mike was six feet four and 280 pounds - and all muscle. They had been dating each other exclusively but neither one knew it yet. She had thoroughly enjoyed the few times they had had sex. Her five-nine athletic frame could handle his aggressive thrusting. So far, they'd only had vanilla, missionary sex. Tonight she wanted to change that.
He reciprocated and hugged her as well, not enthusiastically at first but she seemed to help him relax. He needed to relax. Mike had just gotten off shift and had driven to her apartment directly from work. He was still in uniform.
That day had been one of the worst he'd had since joining the force over eleven years ago. He came from a murder scene that was one for the record books. Today he saw things that no man should ever have to see. He welcomed the distraction that his new girlfriend (or whatever she was) had to offer. Of course, he would make no mention of what he had endured.
When Brenda asked, "How was your day?"
He grunted, "Uh. The usual."
"Well, if you had a bad day I'd like to help it improve." she whispered in his ear.
As she pulled back she was holding his handcuffs to her mouth and wearing a naughty look on her face. He smiled without enthusiasm.
"Awe, come on," she pleaded, "What's the point of dating a police officer if you can't have some fun with his handcuffs."
Being a cop, this was about the tenth woman he dated who wanted to be handcuffed and fucked. He didn't much get anything out of it but if that's what the lady wants, that's what 'the lady' gets. Mike knew the routine. They want it rough but not too rough. Well that only went so far for him. Tonight he wanted to have some fun too. It was going to start the way she wanted it but end the way HE wanted it.
She led him to the bedroom and the erotic scenario began.
"Oh! Officer," she parodied. "I've been a bad, bad girrrllll."
He wrapped his 11-inch long hands around her breasts gently squeezing. She rubbed up against his crotch hoping to elicit a greater response. He gently kissed the back of her neck. She enjoyed it but wanted something firmer.
She continued, "I've just been sooo baaad."
Quickly, in a flash, he tore her new, expensive blouse open. She gasped, startled at the torn garment. His hands were now cupping her breasts and squeezing her nipples through her lacy bra. She suddenly felt like she was on the cover of a cheap women's novel where the damsel is ravaged by a corrupt cop.
Once the shock wore off she continued grinding on him enjoying the change in his action. He pulled her shirt down which caused her arms to move toward her back. With one hand, he grabbed one of her thin, dainty wrists and reached behind her to grab the other. Now with both her hands being held by one of his, he ripped the lacy bra up exposing her soft tits. More surprised gasps from her. Her nipples were rock-hard.
He took his time massaging each breast, squeezing the nipples. With his front hand, the hand feeling her breasts, he pulled her back hard against him and reached around with the other. Although he released her arms, she still had them pinned behind her from the force of his strong body.
Now this was more like it!
They stood there with Mike massaging her breasts and kissing the back of her neck. She wanted to reach behind his head and pull him down to kiss her but her hands were still pinned behind her and he was in charge. He slid his right hand down to her waist and unzipped her skirt. Once undone, it slid easily to the ground revealing black thigh-high stockings with purple lacy elastic that showed off her firm, muscular thighs. Earlier that evening she decided against panties - "What's the point?!" Except the stockings and stiletto FMPs, she was naked.
He continued sliding his hand down between her legs and began massaging her clit. Although he was aggressively pressing her against him, he was very gentle with his caresses. Not fooled by the porn movies he'd seen through the years, he knew that she didn't want him to be too rough with her soft pussy. He continued - feeling her dampness turn into a flood. He massaged her lips and she responded lightly. Then Mike worked his way up to her clit and began caressing that up and down. Now she made it clear she REALLY liked that and he continued. She groaned and grinded as much as his firm clamp permitted.
