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He stood six foot one with a barrel chest. In his uniform short sleeves, she could see his muscular arms. She figured even with both her hands she could not encircle his flexed, muscular upper arm.
* Oh my, *
she groaned in frustration and thoughts of lustful ideas of getting to know him biblically.
His look of authority was over powering her inner needs. His voice was deep, strong and alluring. How the sight of this uniformed cop gave her a tummy full of butterflies. Then she realized how wet she was becoming.
* Please let me serve you. Please be a Dom that can Master me! Calm down. Just calm down, he is just doing his job
,
*
ran through her head, over and over again.
"Miss, I'll let you off this time. Next time, watch that you don't ride on the shoulder, again. You almost hit that truck back there," the tall sergeant said as he handed back her car registration and driver's license.
"Thank you. I'll do that," she said with a smile as she watched him walk away from her car.
* Oh my. What a cute butt in those tight pants. Mmmmmmmm *
she thought as he mounted his cycle. "Oh come mount me instead of that cycle," she spoke as she turned the motor over. She kept an eye on him as she pulled away from the curb, until he was out of sight. "Oh, I would like to get to know him a lot better," she said to herself as she drove off feeling the lustful needs stirring her belly.
Sgt. Sebastian shook his head as he watched the car pull away. He took out his notepad and wrote down her name and address, along with the license plate number.
* When I get back to station later, I'll look up her record and her phone number. Yes, I will have you Missy. You will be mine, *
he thought to himself after hearing her comment about him mounting her. He put the notepad back into his pocket and headed down the road once again.
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A couple of days later, Sheronda was laying on her bed watching television when the phone rang. "Hello," she answered.
"Hello, Sheronda. How are you this evening?" said the deep male voice on the phone.
"I'm doing fine, thanks. Who are you?" she asked puzzled.
"Sgt. Sebastian, the officer that stopped you the other evening," he reminded her.
The voice was deep, sexy and stirred her nerves. "Sgt. Sebastian? Do I know a Sgt. Sebastian? I don't recall," she teased.
"I let you go a couple of nights ago. You were driving recklessly, and I saved you a ticket plus a lot more trouble. Now you have to pay for my letting you go," he said with a laugh in his voice.
"Oh really . . . How did you get my phone number?" she asked, a bit amused.
He laughed heartily. "Being a cop, it's not that hard to find out what you want to know about someone. After all, I had your address, name and license plate number," he said rather sweetly.
"That is true, so true," she cooed into the phone as she rolled on to her tummy. "What kind of payment are we talking about?"
"Dinner and dancing Saturday night," he told her.
"Hmmm, that's a reasonable price. But first, are you married?"
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"Everything . . . I don't date married men. How old are you?" she wanted to know everything about him.
"This sounds like the third degree to me," he teased in an authoritative manner.
"In a way it is. You have all the facts about me; it's only fair I have the same information to make a decision on," she said, with sarcasm in her voice.
"I'm fifty-two years old, stand six foot one inches tall and I'm a widower. My wife died several years ago from cancer. The rest you'll have to find out on our date."
"Sorry to hear that. About your wife, I mean."
"Thank you," he said. He heard concern and caring in her voice.
* Can she be for real? *
He wondered.
"How about we meet about seven for dinner?" she suggested.
"Just a second," he checked his palm pilot, "seven would be good. I'll pick you up around then."
"I prefer you didn't pick me up. Why don't we meet at Piazza Italy? I don't live alone," she advised him.
"That's not a problem for me. All right, then, I'll meet you at seven outside of Piazza Italy." They continued to discuss the details of the meeting and what they would be wearing on Saturday.
After they hung up the phone, she lay back on her bed and smiled. She remembered the cop from the other evening; tall, touch of gray at his temples, striking eyes. And his voice was powerful, aggressive, and sexy. She rolled over and started to daydream about the motorcycle cop with the will built body.
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Since it was Saturday she slept until noon before she got up to take a hot shower. Once in the shower, she let the hot water beat down on her sore neck and stiff back muscles while shampooing her hair. Slowly her mind drifted to thoughts of what the night would bring. He was the fabulously tall dark stranger every girl dreamt about.
Would he hold her in his arms tightly when they went dancing? Oh yes, to have his strong arms around her. The sheer thought of her body rubbing up against his on the dance floor got her aroused. She wanted his hands to roam up and down her back and, with luck, down over her tushi. Maybe he would pinch it. Her hand reached back to touch the spot where she imaged he pinched her. She could have sworn, for a moment her cheek felt sore.
After her shower, she put on a terry-cloth robe and headed down to the kitchen to get some breakfast. She was alone at the moment since her roommate was at work. As she waited for some biscuits to finish cooking in the toaster oven, she combed her hair and started setting it. After taking the biscuits out, she placed them on the table to cool. She drank a cup of herbal tea with the biscuits as she continued to set her hair.
The afternoon flew by as she cleaned the house and got dressed for the evening. Not knowing this man well, she went through her closet looking for something that was pretty, sexy and at the same time showed off her deep cleavage. She wished she knew what his favorite color was to help her dress.
Since he was a man, she considered what most of the dominant men on the Internet and those who came to the house all said,
'Black is sexy.'
She pulled out her black lacy panties that displayed the bottom edge of her tushi. She put on the matching sheer black lace bra trimmed with red roses. Next she had to decide between pantyhose or thigh-highs. Since she could not find black pantyhose, she went with the black stockings and garter belt that had matching red roses trimming the bottom of the belt. Sitting on the edge of the chair she carefully pulled on her first stocking and then the other, before attaching each to the garter belt.
As she surveyed herself in the mirror, she saw the reflection of Master Bryon leaning against the door jam.
"Very nice . . . You must have a hot date tonight? You should put on four-inch black heels to go with that outfit. Yes, that would make you very appealing that way," he stated as his eyes inspected every inch of her body.
"It's a good thing Sabrina's your lady and not me," Sheronda said turning to the closet to get her two-inch, black wedge heeled shoes.
"Who is this guy you are going out with?" He demanded to know.
She ignored him and his question. With time, she had gotten use to this bastard watching her from the door jam. Early in his relationship with Sabrina, she had tried to toss him out; it only resulted in Sabrina getting beaten up. Finally, she decided to just let the jerk watch, if he got off at watching her, so be it. From time to time, she did succeed in closing and locking the door, but tonight she was in the mood to show off a little.
Sheronda pulled out her black two-piece outfit. The skirt was trimmed with giraffes at the side slit. The blouse buttoned down the front with a nice giraffe print around the bottom. It could cover everything up or be open enough to show the curves of her breasts and accenting her plunging cleavage. She buttoned the blouse all the way up as Master Bryon watched.
"You should leave the top four buttons open. Show off those delicious tits," he said with a wicked smile.
"Like I said, you're not my Master, so I don't have to listen to your suggestions," she stated as she turned the lights off to leave the room.
He grabbed her arm, "One of these days bitch, I will have you at my mercy."
"Only in your dreams, you bastard . . . now let me go. Why don't you go keep an eye your lady, Sabrina," she said with a very determined look in her eyes. As she left the house, she took a leather jacket with her in case the evening turned chilly. October was a month known for having nice warm days and cool nights. "Night, Sabrina, see you when I get home," Sheronda shouted to her roommate.
"Have a great time, Sheronda. And I want all the details tomorrow," Sabrina called after her at the door as she watched Sheronda get into her car.
"After you get the details, you will tell me everything she says," Master Bryon ordered Sabrina with his hand on her arm.
"Yes, Sir . . . I'll tell you everything she tells me," Sabrina said as she turned to look him in his determined eyes.
"Where is she going for dinner this time?" he demanded to know.
"Piazza Italy by the theaters is all I know," she informed quietly.
"Go put on something black for dinner. I want to see half your tits exposed," Master Bryon ordered Sabrina pushing her towards the staircase.
"Yes, Sir," she went upstairs to get the black outfit she knew her Master liked to see her in.
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