His breath sucked in as she reached down between his legs, one arm holding onto him around his neck, almost pinning him to her. She didn’t have to rub but for a few moments before he was rock hard. She could feel him throbbing as she continued her gentle strokes. Her pussy was still in spasms as she felt the last throes of her orgasm. She was sopping wet. He reached a hand down between her legs but she quickly pulled her butt back, away from him. Her body movement told him to let her rest for a little while. She was sensitive and needed a few minutes to recuperate. Meanwhile, his throbbing was insistent. He was begging for release.
“You never even got to use your handcuffs,” she told him.
“I didn’t think that I needed them,” he laughed, looking into her eyes. “I think that I had pretty good control of the situation.”
“Pretty good wasn’t the words that I would use. You had excellent control of the situation. Want to try that police tactic again?”
“I’m here, to protect and serve. Do you need served?” he laughed.
“Yes, but I think you need it more than me, right now,” she said, glancing down at the cock in her hand.” His cock was pushed out hard against his underwear. The front showed a large wet spot where his pre-cum was beginning to show, in large amounts.
She used both hands, sliding her fingers into the sides of his underwear’s elastic. Pushing downward, she easily slid his underwear from his hips and let them drop to the floor. He stepped out of them and kicked them to one side. She looked down, now holding his cock in her hand. It was hard to press against him, with it sticking out so far. She moved to one side of him and continued to gently stoke him. He was more than enjoying it, his eyes fluttering as his body swayed back and forth.
“I think that everyone should be nicer to the police officers, don’t you agree?” she laughed and squeezed him harder. “Is this nice enough?” Again she squeezed harder, forcing the pre-cum from the shaft. There was enough pre-cum that her hand was beginning to make squishy sounds as she continued her slow rubbing. She knew that he was moving closer to orgasm, his side and thigh pressed tight against her body. She pressed into him harder, “Should I protect and serve you?”
“Umm, I don’t know if I can stand it any longer. It feels too good.”
“Well now it’s my turn. I still want to play with those handcuffs. I’ll be the police officer.” Her hand motion had silenced him, except for his breathing. His eyes were closed, his body swaying. She slowed down her grasp of the hard cock and stepped away from him. Picking up the handcuffs from the table, she stepped around behind him. She never stopped the rubbing on his cock. She gently moved him around to in front of her, facing the kitchen counter with his back to her. He was so mesmerized by her hand on him, that he easily moved as she guided him to where she wanted him.
Standing behind him, she leaned up and whispered in his ear, “Now how does this work? I’m to arrest you, handcuff you, and then search you?”
“Sounds good for starters, Miss police officer.” He was even laughing at her attempt to be the cop.
Standing against him, she pressed her body against him, pushing him against the counter. She put her right foot against his inner right ankle and kicked outward, forcing him to spread his legs. He laughed as she tried to sound strict and firm.
“You’re under arrest. You’ll do what I tell you to do. Do you understand me?” she said loudly.
He was laughing, telling her, “Yes sir officer, I understand,” trying to sound scared.
Laughing, she kicked at his ankle again, forcing him to spread his legs farther. She then pulled his left arm behind his back. She fidgeted with the handcuffs, finally getting one cuff around his left wrist. She pressed harder against his body, pushing him hard against the counter. “I said, you’re under arrest, you’re suppose to do what I tell you to do.” She then pulled his right arm back behind him.
“Yes sir, whatever you say, sir,” he responded, laughing.
She was finally able to get the handcuff on his right wrist. Still laughing, he found himself handcuffed, and also, done very well. His arms weren’t going anywhere. Remembering some cop shows that she had seen on television, she used her left hand to hold onto the center of the handcuff chain. She then moved her right hand around to the front of him and started to ‘pat down’ his chest and stomach.
“I have to search you now,” she said, peering around him and looking up at his face. He was still laughing about her attempt to be the police officer.
Finishing with the front of him, she moved her right hand to his back and felt around where his belt line would have been, had he been wearing pants. He was still laughing as she leaned down, her hand moving to his inner thighs. She could hear him gulp as her hand went up his right inner thigh and brushed against his balls. Her hand then went to the left inner thigh and moved upward. After the thigh, her hand moved right to his balls, her fingers wrapping around the thick sack. Since her hand wouldn’t fit around him, her fingers probed into the soft skinned sack, making him jerk upright. He immediately gasped and stood upright. Her left foot held his left ankle outward, keeping his legs spread.
“Don’t try to resist, I might have to hurt you,” she whispered into his ear, her hand pushing harder and deeper into his sack. She quickly wrapped her fingers around one ball and squeezed, softly at first. He jerked again, not prepared for her ‘search’.
“There, that’s better. You had better cooperate with me.” She was still laughing, her fingers grasping the huge, and sensitive ball. His body had stiffened, his breathing now becoming erratic. Her hand continued to probe into the sack, now searching for the other one.
“Hummm, what’s this?” she asked seriously. “Could this be some kind of weapon or contraband? Probably some hidden drugs.” Her fingers grasped the other ball, giving it a quick squeeze. He jerked again. Her fingers let go, and then moved immediately to the thick shaft, sticking out from him. With her hand between his thighs and under him, she slowly wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft, getting a good grip on it.
“Now this is a weapon.” She said, quickly jerking it back hard, pulling it downward and stretching it back. His back arched as his breath sucked in. Holding it firmly, she continued to pull it backwards, till it was pointing back behind him, bent backward in her hand. He gasped as she squeezed it hard, holding it in the awkward position. Aided by her hand, his cock was pointing behind him, held tight by her grasp. In this painful position, he would soon become soft, but her slight rubbing kept it hard.
“If you resist, I’ll have to hurt you,” she breathed into his ear. Holding tightly on the handcuff chain, she jerked his arms back, pulling his shoulders back and down. She was still holding his cock bent backwards. It obviously was arousing, he was still rock hard. She knew he was enjoying it, she could still feel him throbbing and even felt him swell more. If she hadn’t been holding his cock, his breathing and gasps would have given away his arousal.
“I suppose I’m going to have to disarm you. I can’t let you walk around with a weapon like this,” she said, still laughing. He wasn’t laughing now, his breath beginning to come in pants. His legs were still spread wide, held outward by her legs. She had a firm grasp of the handcuff chain while her other hand was free to do whatever she wanted. Keeping a firm grasp of the bent cock, she jerked the handcuffs back and downward, forcing his upper body to bend backwards. By being bent backwards, this put more pressure on his cock, making it pull hard away from the pubic bone.
“Agghhhhhhh,” he cried out as his cock bent more.
“Don’t fight me. It’ll only hurt more,” She whispered into his ear. “Are you resisting? Am I going to have to hurt you?” she asked him, sounding as innocent as she could. She kept a tight grip on the still hard cock. “I’m asking you a question. Answer me.”
His body relaxed a little. She allowed him to right himself, but kept her body pressed into his, forcing him against the counter. She was more than enjoying her power over him.
“No officer, I’m not resisting,” he said trying to catch his breath. He was still rock hard and her right hand was becoming slimy from the excess of lubrication that was now pouring from his cock. It was obvious to her that he was more than enjoying her ‘arrest’.
“This is a weapon. I’m going to disarm you,” she said, giving his cock a hard squeeze. He immediately tensed up as her hand continued to apply more pressure to the fleshy organ. He was almost on his tiptoes as she squeezed hard on him. She was squeezing hard enough that she could feel the head flare wide. He was breathing hard, his arms hanging loose behind him, his body pressed up against the counter by her body.
“I need to unload your weapon. You might be a dangerous criminal,” she said, laughing.