"A gift for my beautiful, bisexual fiancΓ© Cici, a story devoted to her dark and magnificent desires."
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"I don't understand Officer, what's the problem?"
Cici shifted nervously. It didn't help that the cop was so hot. A little taller than herself, the officer's tan outfit clung to her lithe frame and small, perfectly formed breasts. The shock of platinum blonde hair on her head left a few strands dangling across her defined, 20-something face, her eyes hidden behind her mirrored sunglasses.
The longer Cici looked at her, the more she could feel the little bag hidden deep within her moistening pussy. Cici bit her bottom lip and tried to look innocent. It was becoming difficult.
"I'll ask the questions." whispered the cop, taking a few steps forward. Cici backed down only to gasp as her miniskirt clad cheeks bumped into the squad car behind her. The cop pulled down the aviators a little, her blue eyes devouring the squirming woman before her. "Turn around. Put your hands on the vehicle."
Cici nodded and turned, hoping there was still some way out of this. 25 years old and she'd never once had any trouble with the authorities, at least, not back in England. The idea of being arrested in the US was hardly any more appealing, even if her captor was this delicious to look upon. Her mind flashed through desperate ideas as her hands pressed against the sun baked metal of the car. Maybe she could ditch the stash before it was discovered.
She heard the crunch of boots on gravel. Cici's heart was pounding. She jumped as a pair of slender hands gripped her firmly by the waist. They slid gently up the fabric of her tanktop, following the contours of her small waist and up to her large firm breasts. The fingers drifted over Cici's boobs, brushing her sensitive nipples that swelled in delight. Cici realised she could hear her own breathing as the policewoman's investigative hands began to sink lower, caressing her thighs and calves. Her knees began to tremble as her tight round cheeks were squeezed and fondled. She felt a soft pressure against her back as the cop leaned in to wrap her hands around Cici's waist and begin exploring Cici's crotch. Pressed up against her, Cici couldn't help swaying a little as she felt the blonde's breath on her neck and her fingernails gently scraping against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. They travelled higher and higher, Cici shaking as they inched ever closer to her panties.
Suddenly, the cop drew back her hands. Cici gasped as the tension broke. "Lean yourself over the bonnet." Said the voice behind her.
"Y, yes officer. Is, Is something the matter?" Cici leaned over as she spoke, her breasts pressing down against the bonnet. She could feel the warmth through her top. Her pierced nipple cried out for attention as the heat conducted sensuously onto it.