My name is Carol. I am a police officer for Killeen, TX. There was a fatal shooting in my precinct and I was given the task of interviewing the neighbors.
I was not happy about this, I was not in the mood to play door to door salesmen. I had not been with a woman for quite some time and the heat matched my horniness. No matter my personal problems, being a cop was what I did and loved.
Door to door I went selling my sale of, we need to stand together to catch the bad guys, and door to door I got, âI didnât see anythingâ.
I had one house left to go on the corner but I knew I would never make it back in time to do my paperwork if I went there. I work nights, second shift, so I get off at midnight.
It just so happens that I pass that house on my way home and I saw the lights on. I thought, what the hell, might as well get it over with, off duty or not, I am still a cop.
I knocked on the door and at first didnât think anyone was going to answer, as I turned to walk away this cute little brunette opened the door.
âMay I help you officerâ?
I didnât know what to say for a moment looking into her blue eyes, I was startled at the fact that I was really turned on by this woman.
âYes, Iâm sorry to have bothered you so late in the evening but I am investigating the shooting from two nights ago and I was wondering if I could ask you some questions about that nightâ?
She seemed a little nervous and too wide-awake when she told me she was too tired and could I come back tomorrow?
I said, âit will only take a few minutes and youâre my last house, Iâm sure you will give me the same answer as everyone elseâ.
With that, she invited me into her house.
I immediately smelled the aroma of marijuana and then knew the reason for her nervousness. I didnât say anything and took out my pad and pen.
âMay I have your name pleaseâ?
She seemed to relax a bit as she offered me a seat and said, âLiana Smithâ
I sat down and she sat down directly across from me. She was wearing blue silk shorts and a white tank top. I was trying very hard to conduct a professional interview but I couldnât help but notice that she didnât have a bra on. Obviously she spent too much time hiding her marijuana habit and didnât have time to hide herself.
I knew I had let too much time pass since she answered who she was, but I couldnât help it, she was turning me on and I was at a loss for words, and I was after all, technically off duty.
âDo you live here alone Ms. Smith, or is it Mrs. Smithâ?
âItâs Ms. Smith, and yes, I live here aloneâ.
âOkay Ms. Smith, did you hear gunshots two nights agoâ?
âNo, I didnât hear anything, Iâm sorryâ.
âWas there anyone else here with you on the night in questionâ?
âNoâ.
âDo you have a boyfriend Ms. Smithâ?
âWhat does that have to do with anythingâ?
That was the turning point in my so called interview of Ms. Smith. The fact that she had the nerve to question me turned me on in a way I have never been turned on before. I mean, I knew I was already turned on by her, but her questioning my authority brought out a side in me I never knew existed.
I stood up and said, âstand up, and turn aroundâ.
I could tell she was startled but she did as she was told.
âWalk slowly to the wall, put your hands on it, pull yourself away from it and spread your legsâ.
âWhy are you doing this to me? I didnât do anythingâ.
âDo it, do it now, and do not question me againâ.
She goes to the wall and does as she is told. I come up behind her standing closer to her then I should, but I canât help it, I am lost in wanting her. I grab her arms and bring them behind her and put the handcuffs on. She is leaning against the wall her face into it, I lean into her, my pussy touching her ass.
âI am going to check you for weapons, do not say anything, and just so you know, I smelled what you were smoking when I walked in, and it sure the hell wasnât cigarettesâ.
This was not like me but I wanted this woman, I wanted her real bad. With my pussy against her ass my weapons inspection began. I started at her shoulders, nothing there, so I moved my hands to her breast, I felt something hard there, of course I had to squeeze them a little, rub them a little, just to make sure they werenât bullets.
I wasnât sure but I thought Ms. Smith arched her back just a little towards my hands. Then I searched down her stomach slowly, over to her hips, up her ribs and back down again.
She said, âWhy are you doing this to meâ?
âBecause I want to, and I canâ.
I moved my hands from her hips and checked the outside of her legs all the way down to her feet. I went inside her legs, starting from her inner ankles I worked my way up until I got to her pussy.