After quietly opening the locks, the door crashes open with a single kick. Racing in, gun in hand, I scan the rooms to either side of the hallway as I enter. Seeing nothing, I clear the hallway to see you sitting upright in a recliner, a shocked expression plain on your face. My uniform tells you I’m a cop without me having to say it, but I clarify it anyway, “Police!”
“Lemme see your hands!” I call as I cautiously approach you. You are dressed nicely with a low-cut peasant blouse and black slacks, as if you’d just gotten home from the office. Your shock at my sudden entrance has given me the edge that I need and you are extremely compliant. You obey by putting your hands up, revealing more of your luscious cleavage, which only makes me more determined.
“Stand up,” I say and watch your form rise from the chair, revealing the previously hidden curves of your body. I am somehow able to focus enough on regulations to get you to lean against the nearby bookshelf. I move around behind you, your subtle, yet intoxicating perfume filling my nostrils as I stand there a moment, taking you in with all my senses. Your breathing is coming fast, but mine is faster still.
You put your hands behind your head at my command and I reach to my belt and pull the handcuffs from it. I snap them home on one wrist with a simple click and I pull that hand to the small of your back, bringing the other hand down to meet it as you quiver slightly beneath me. I proceed to cuff the other hand and I bring you with me through the apartment as I check to ensure there are no hidden dangers lurking around the place. I close the front door as I pass it and I follow you throughout the apartment, gun pointed in front of you, just in case.
Your bedroom is the last of the places to search and I instruct you to sit on the bed. You sit on the edge as I stand in front of you, your gaze moving over me from head to toe. The uniform covers my large frame comfortably, the many pockets of my belt containing an assortment of typical law enforcement tools. Desire for what lies beneath the uniform floods you with warmth as you sit before me.
The growth in my uniform pants gives me away as much as the rapid heaving of my chest. The badge glints in the light as you finally stare at my eyes, despite the fact that your target is closer to your reach. Leaning forward, you place your mouth on the hardness in my pants and you feel it stir violently it under the fabric. The gun drops to the floor with a thud as I fight to remove my belt while you continue to breathe your heat on me. The belt falls limply around my waist, and in an instant I have my pants lowered enough to reveal myself to you.
You waste no time, eyes still locked on mine, you take me in your mouth, my hands running through your silky hair as I gasp my approval of your every movement. Everything is done with your incredible lips since your hands are helplessly clasped behind you. The swelling of my member tells me you are close and I pull you off of me roughly as you pout in disappointment.
I push you backwards onto the bed and roll you over onto your stomach. Your knees don’t quite touch the floor and I am able to pull down your slacks with ease. The view enflames me and I grab you firmly, rubbing my hands all over your backside and raising your shirt. Sliding down your back, the soft kisses I lay on you contrast sharply with the roughness from moments before. My kisses bring me further and further down until I am kissing and nibbling all over your ass, attempting to give equal treatment to each square inch of your backside.
