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Bigtit patrol

"Damn!" The patrol car's blue and red flashers loomed large in
my rear view mirror ... I had been caught. I pulled into the
parking
lot of a large mall simply because traffic on the street was too
heavy. I held on to a faint hope the patrol car would keep going
but no luck; it pulled in right behind me.
For the first time I got a good look at the officer behind the
wheel. Auburn hair and hazel eyes ... the kind that could melt ice
cubes or start fires in other places.
"If I have to get a ticket at least it will come from a good
looking
lady," I mutter out loud.
When she stepped from the patrol car I received a double surprise,

not only did she have a stunning looking face, but she filled her
uniform magnificently! She wasn't petite by any means, but she
wasn't
an amazon either. She was very shapely and looked like she could
handle herself in any situation from a street brawl to the bedroom.
Looking at her walk as she approached my car, I felt that familiar
warmth and stirring in the most private parts of my body.
"What the hell, John" I said to myself, "Let's have a little fun.
"
As she approached I noticed the absence of a wedding ring, something
I always look for on good looking women, not that a wedding ring
really makes a difference, the approach is just different. I rolled
down my window and waited.
She stood cautiously about three feet from my door. I put both
hands on the steering wheel to let her know I meant no harm. I
looked
up at those deep, hazel eyes with a big grin on my face...
"I hope you realize," I said good naturedly, "this has completely
destroyed any possiblity of a meaningful relationship between us."
Her eyes widened slightly in surprise, radiating a twinkle that
promised a great sense of humor. A wide smile came shortly after
and she hid it with her hand.
"Excuse me," she said in a silky voice that failed to hide the
amusement she was feeling. "I'll be right back. Please stay where
you are." She returned to her patrol car and got in. I could see
her laughing in my rear-view, aided by the lights in her car and
the lights in the parking lot. Officer K. Edwards had a sense of
humor all right; I was determined to test it to the limit.
While she sat in the patrol car, I unzipped my slacks and fished
out my semi-hard cock. The mere sight of the way she filled her
uniform made me tingle all over ... a few sensual strokes and my
cock stood up in my lap like a submarine's periscope looking for
something to torpedo. A quick check of the rear-view showed me she
was returning. Her countenance composed and all business.
"May I have your driver's license, registra ... Oh Shit!" She
had seen the periscope. I looked deep into her eyes and saw no
humor
in them. I had carried my little joke too far.

"Sir," she said in a controlled and level tone of voice, "please
put your penis back in your pants and step out of the car." Her
right hand rested on the handle of the gun at her side.
"I'm sorry, Officer Edwards, I..."
"Do it now." She cut me off sternly, her hand tightening on the
gun handle. I knew she meant business. I was sorry I had gone as
far as I did and was a little embarrassed and frightened. I stuffed
my cock back in my pants as best I could while she watched. I got
out of the car.
"Face the car, put your feet apart, lean against the car with
your hands on the roof."
"Oh, come on, officer. I was only..."
"Please DO IT, sir."
I was really scared now and the fear only made my now aching cock
even harder. I assumed the position she requested, my heart
thudding
in my chest, pumping even more blood into my already stiff shaft.
She pulled my feet further away from my car with her own, forcing
my weight onto my hands, setting me off balance.
Beginning at my ankles she frisked me, moving slowly upward,
first
on the outside, then the inside of my legs. When she reached my
crotch, she pushed gently upward on my testicles, then moved her
hand firmly along the length of my now throbbing cock. I felt a
bead of lubricating liquid ooze from the tip.
"I suppose you think this is funny." She seemed just a little
out of breath, but her voice still had that silky, sensual tone
laced
with authority.
"N-no, officer." I was really frightened now. "I can't help
it, something about you really turns me on."
Her hand left my cock and continued expertly exploring the upper
regions of my body.
"Put your left hand behind you back, please." Her manner was
professional and all business. I felt the cold chrome steel of the
handcuff close around my wrist. "Now your right hand, please."
She finished cuffing me, turned me around and leaned me against the
car.
"Aw, c'mon officer, you're not really going to..."
"Shut up or I'll gag you too!" Her voice was even and low. It
had lost that sensual silkiness. She meant what she said.
"You are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law."

I couldn't believe I had been so stupid, exposing myself to a
cop. She finished Mirandizing me and locked up my car.
"I'm taking you to the station for booking. The charge is
indecent
exposure." She led me to the patrol car, opened the rear door, and
helped me in.

"Shit!" I thought, "Nine o'clock at night and I'm on my way to
jail for flashing my cock at a cop!"
She glanced back at me in the rear view mirror from time to time.
I couldn't swear to it, but I thought I saw that sparkle in her eyes
again...like a predator cat toying with it's victim just before the
kill.
"Look on the bright side" she said, that silkiness back in her
voice, "I'm not going to give you a ticket."
"I don't suppose you'd be willing to forget about my, shall we
say, stupidity back there, would you?"
"Not a chance! You're going to pay for this one, mister."
"John" I said weakly. "Listen, I didn't mean any disrespect,
Officer Edwards....may I ask you your first name?"
"Sure" she said evenly, "you can ask."
"What is your first name officer?"
"Patrolwoman Edwards, badge 6973" she said. "Now button it up
creep, we're almost there."
"This is it" I thought. "My life ruined and all because I had
to have a little fun....SHIT!"
She pulled the patrol car into the driveway of what looked like
a deserted building across the street from the police station.
"Hey" I said, "isn't that the police station across the street?"
"That's the new station, this is the old station. We use the
old station as a holding area. You're not getting booked until
morning. Give you a chance to cool off."
"But Officer...."
"I told you to button it! One more word and you get a gag...I
mean it!" She pulled to a stop at the rear of the building and
helped
me out. I thought it rather strange there were no lights in the
parking lot, and none on in the building. She led me in to the
building, her flashlight leading the way.
"Hey, wait a second! Where are you ..."
"Shut up!" she said, and took us to the basement and a long row
of deserted cells. She stopped in front of one of the cells and
removed the handcuffs. I turned around to see the barrel of her
revolver aimed at the center of my chest.
"Now back up, slowly, into the cell." The gun barrel didn't
waiver
an inch....I backed in slowly.
"Strip."
"What?" I couldn't believe what I'd heard. "I'm not stipping
for you or anyone else. I want to make a phone call."
She cocked the revolver and aimed it lower. "Strip or I'll give
you a .38 caliber vasectomy, you son-of-a-bitch."

I stripped down to my undershorts and socks and stood there like
an adolescent at his first dance. My hard-on had long since vanished.

All I felt now was a slight nausea and weakness in my knees.
"Take it all off" she said evenly. I did as she commanded,
first
the socks then, hesitantly, the underwear. I cupped my hands in
front of my private parts.
"A little shy?" she asked, smiling. "You were anxious enough
to show it to me a little while ago."
"Look Patrolwoman Edwards" I said weakly, "that was a mistake
and I'm sorry."
"Kate" she said with her silky voice, "now lie down on the bunk
on your back." Her revolver was still aimed at my shriveled privates.

I stretched out on the bunk.
"Here" she said tossing the handcuffs at me, "put the chain
through
the bars on the bunk and cuff both hands." When I had done that,
she produced a pair of plastic strip ties and bound my feet, spread
eagled, to the foot of the bunk.
She came to the side of the bunk and sat down next to me. She
put the barrel of her revolver under my limp cock and lifted it.
The coldness of the steel sent shivers throught my body.
"Pathetic looking little thing" she said laughing, "what's the
matter, stud, can't get it up?"
I moaned in embarrassment. She got up and hung the heavy wool
blanket from the other bunk across the cell window, then lit a large
candle that had been in the sink. A warm glow of light and eerie
shadows filled the cell.
She stood in the center of the cell, put her gun in its holster,
and removed the belt. She tossed it on the empty bunk. Slowly,
she reached behind her head and did something with her hair. It
fell across her shoulders flashing like deep burning embers in the
candlelight.
"I'll make you a deal" she said, standing with her legs slightly
apart, hands on her hips, "if I'm happy with you in the morning,
you go free. If not, you go to jail."
My mouth fell open in astonishment and I could feel the hydraulic
system in my loins begin to pump blood into my limp meat. "Huh?"
was all I could manager.
"Either that" she purred with that silky voice, "or I take you
across the street and book you right now. What'll it be? A night
of pleasure or a police record?"
"What do I have to do to make you happy?"
"It's really very simple. Until six tomorrow morning, you are
going to be my slave. If you do everthing, EVERYTHING I tell you
to do, and don't complain about anything...I'll be happy and you'll
be free. Fail to comply just once, or complain the slightest bit...
and I book you as a pervert. Deal?"

"I-I'll give it a try, Kate. May I call you Kate?"
"You may. Now for the rules. You may make any sounds of passion
you wish and as loud as you wish. No one will hear us. You may
not touch me unless I give you my permission. I will do with you
whatever I please and you will not complain. That's all there is
to it."
"O-okay" I said timidly, "I'll try."
She unbuttoned the blouse of her uniform and removed it. Her
ample breasts trapped by her bra swelled in the middle like two
gently
rolling hills. She reached behind her and set them free, tossing
her bra on the empty bunk with her blouse. She cupped her breasts,
lifting them slightly and looked from them to me.
"Do you like my breasts, slave?"
Frantically trying to remember the rules she had outlined, I
replied, "Yes, Kate, they're magnificent." I didn't have to pretend
to
answer, either...they were truly amazing!
She approached me slowly, still cupping those beautiful globes.
When she got to me she leaned over and put one of her erect nipples
about a half inch from my lips. My cock had come fully awake now
and was standing at attention. I wanted to take that succulent
nipple
in my mouth...taste its sweetness and nibble on it...my cock began
to pulsate.
"May I take your nipple in my mouth, Kate?"
"NO!" she said, a huskiness in her silky voice, her breathing
deeper and a little faster. She closed the distance between her
nipple and my lips, pushing it lightly against my mouth. My loins
were screaming at my lips and teeth to open up and take that hard
little bud inside...my mind kept my mouth tightly shut. After what
seemed like centuries, she stood up.
"You've passed my little test, slave. Do you want to suck on
my nipple?"
"Oh yes, Kate, please, I beg you, put your nipple in my mouth."
At that moment I wasn't acting or playing a slave game, my entire
being ached to taste her.
"Very well" she purred seductively, "you're a good slave and
deserve a reward. The better you are, the more rewards you get."
She leaned over me again. I parted my hungry lips and raised my
head to meet her descending nipple. She held it just out of reach.
I couldn't help myself, little boy whimpering sounds escaped my
throat
in anticipation.
"Please, oh please, Kate" I whimpered, "I'll do anything you
say, ANYTHING, just let me taste your nipple."
"I know you will, darling" she whispered, "I know you will."
She lowered her hard nipple to my parted lips. I closed them around
it and slowly traced a path around its base with my tongue. Her
eyes closed and a soft moan came out of her. She pushed harder with
her breast and I opened my mouth wider to take all she wanted to
give.

"Yessss slave! Suck my breast!" Her breathing was heavier.
I captured her nipple in my teeth and began nibbling from the
base, working my way to the tip, then flicked, licked and sucked,
then began nibbling again. Her moaning became louder and more
yearning. Withough warning she stood up, pulling her breast from my
mouth with a wet popping sound. I groaned in frustration and
disappointment. "Something wrong, slave?" Her eyes flashed
mischievously at mine, the sparkle had returned. "Do you want to
suck
on my nipple some more?" she asked teasingly. "You aren't
complaining,
are you?"
"No, mistress Kate, I'm not complaining. It's just that your
nipples are so sweet, and firm...I could nibble and suck on them
for hours."
"Perhaps later" she said, moving back to the center of the cell.
"Right now I want you to see the rest of what you may or may not
get to experience tonight."
She kicked her shoes off and flipped them onto the other bunk.
Slowly, she unfastened the waistband of her slacks and lowered the
zipper. My pulse quickened and my rigid cock began waving wildly
in the air, its spasms completely beyond my control. My eyes were
riveted on the juncture of her thighs as she continued to lower the
zipper with one hand, the other holding the waistband together.
As the zipper reached its lowest point, she turned her back to me.
To say she was a master tease would be an understatement. I had
no doubt she was serious when she told me I may or may not get to
partake of her luscious charms. It became my fervent hope that she
would be a compassionate mistress and allow me to become lost in
ecstasy within her body.
She lowered her slacks from her waist to the top of her hips,
looked back over her shoulder at me, blew me a sensuous kiss, then
threw her head back and laughed teasingly. She began undulating
her hips in a slow, circular motion. With each rotation she pushed
the slacks lower on her hips. After what seemed an eternity, I
could
see the lacy waistband of her panties, black against the creamy
smooth
flesh of her lower back. She wasn't wearing pantyhose. Still lower
the slacks went, driving me crazy with desire, until her entire
buttocks were exposed, sheathed in filmy, black lace bikini panties.

Her ass cheeks rotating against one another beneath the lace of her
panties as she continued to undulate her hips. It was almost more
than
I could bear. I wanted to scream out, "Fuck me, Kate! Oh, please,
slide your hot pussy down over my cock! I want to be inside you!"
But I dared not for fear this would all end with a trip across the
street and booking. So I simply lay there watching, my heart
pounding
in my chest, my cock throbbing mercilessly.
She stopped undulating her hips and simply let her slacks fall
down around her ankles. Her bare legs were smooth and shapely and
held promises of wondrous delights.

Slowly, she bent over at the waist without bending her knees.
As she bent, the fabric of her panties tightened across her cheeks
and the juncture between. Covered only by a thin strip of lace,
her hidden pussy raised my blood to the boiling point. As she
lifted
first one leg, then the other to step out of her slacks, her pussy
also shifted, first to one side, then the other. She was watching
me now from between her legs, her upside down smile seemed somehow
angelic and demonic at the same time.
She raised her hand between her legs and began moving her middle
finger up and down the lace that covered her charms. She closed
her eyes and moaned softly...I could barely hear it over the
whimpering
sounds I was making.
She moved the lace aside, exposing the deliriously luscious lips
of her moist pussy. As I watched hypnotized, her finger slowly
vanished between those lips.
"Oh God! Kate" I moaned, "you're driving me..." I became silent,

remembering the "no complaint" rule.
She stopped, her finger buried deep in her pussy. Her eyes
opened
wide, staring at me upside down from between her long, shapely legs.
"You may continue, slave. Don't be afraid" she purred.
"CRAZY!" I shouted in pure animal lust. She jumped slightly
at my shout, but kept her finger buried deep within her. I had
never
wanted a woman as badly as I wanted her at that moment.
"Oh God, please mistress..." Tears of frustration were streaming
down my face, my body arched off the bed, my hips thrust into the
air. "Let me ram my cock deep inside your pussy! GOD! IT HURTS...
I FEEL LIKE I'M GOING TO BURST...I WANT YOU SO BADLY!" I was
squirming
all over the bunk, breathing heavily and moaning loudly.
"It hurts?" She asked, her finger now moving slowly in and out
of her wet pussy, making me delirious with lust. "Is that a
complaint,
slave?"
"N-no, no mistress!" I replied quickly with gasping breath.
"It's a good hurt! A wonderful hurt!"
"That's better" she purred, slowly removing her finger from her
pussy. She stood up straight, turned sensually and came toward me,
her pubic mound pushing at the lace...undulating...teasing.

She sat on the bunk next to me. "We'll have to do something
about
that hurt" she said. She took my throbbing, pulsating, aching cock
in her hand and closed her fingers loosly around it. Then she ran
the finger that had been buried deep in her wet pussy under my nose.
As she did this, she squeezed my cock with her other hand. The
sweet
smell of her juices invaded my brain short circuiting millions of
neuro switches. Her scent and the squeezing pressure of her hand
on my cock was too much. My balls tightened involuntarily and a
stream of hot, creamy cum erupted from the head of my cock and
flowed
over her hand. I tried to pump against her hand with my hips to
release more of my pent up fluid, but she released her grip on my
hot cock immediately. It jerked a few times on its own, pumping
liquid from the tip with each spasm. I could feel it hot against
my skin as it worked its way down my shaft toward my balls. I
wanted
to scream in frustration, wanted to rape this hot cop bitch who held
me captive, wanted to stab her to death with my hot throbbing
cock...all I did was whimper "Oh God, Kate...Oh God...Oh my God..."
"Does it feel better now?" she asked and laughed a deep, animal
laugh. She slowly licked my cum from her hand. "You taste delicious,

slave" she purred. "I'll have to have more....but later." She
bent then, lowering her lips to mine, her tongue exploring the
inside of my mouth. I could taste my own salty juices in her mouth
and could smell the musky scent of my cum on her breath. My mind
began to slip...I was driven slowly to the brink of sexual insanity
by this taunting, teasing police officer!
She broke the kiss long before I wanted her to. I closed my eyes
and savored the kiss, commiting it to memory forever. Opening my
eyes again, I looked down my body and saw her face in the vicinity
of my still hard cock.
"Oh, look" she whispered sensually, "you've spilled some of your
sweet cum." I could feel her hot breath on my cock and balls as
she spoke. "Would my slave like me to clean him up?" she asked
teasingly.
"Y-yesssss, please do." There was an aching, genuinely urgent
tone in my voice.
"Do you think you deserve to be cleaned? Do you think you've
been a good slave, darling John?" Her voice was teasing, taunting,
driving me wild with desire and a deep, yawning urge to bury my hot
cock into any opening she might offer.
"I've tried to be good, Mistress." I said timidly, not looking
at her. As much as I tried to hold on to my masculinity, I failed.
I really had become this incredibly sexy vixon's slave. At that
moment I knew I would do anything she asked. I'd do it gladly if
it meant sampling her charms. Every nerve ending in my body was
on a razor's edge...her slightest touch, anywhere on my body sent
waves of tingles and goose flesh racing throughout my entire being.

"Look at me, slave" she commanded.
I looked into her sparkling hazel eyes and became lost in a place
I never wanted to escape from. I felt as if I were falling into
transparent pools of hazel colored liquid....if she didn't speak
soon I knew I would drown. At the last possible second her voice
pulled me out of her liquid eyes, saving me from being trapped there
for eternity.
"Yes" she said slowly, "you have been a good slave, an obedient
and tasty slave. You have earned another reward. I will let it
be one of your own choosing. How would you like to be cleaned up
slave?"
My mind raced with the possibilities. I wanted my cock deep in
her inviting pussy....I also wanted to feel it slide deep into her
throat...I wanted to stuff its entire, throbbing length into her
ass, too. I was so consumed with desire for this creature, I
couldn't
speak.
"Quickly, slave" she purred, "what part of your Mistress do you
want me to clean your beautiful cock and balls with?"
"It's not a slave's place to choose, Mistress." It was as if
someone else had spoken with my voice. I'd been given the chance
to let my cock explore any part of this luscious body I desired and
I actually said it wasn't my place to choose!
"Ahhh, my sweet, sexy John slave." She was using that sexy voice
of hers. "You are indeed the perfect slave. You pass each test
I give you." With that she lowered her head and cleaned the cum
from my cock and balls with her luxuriously thick auburn hair. She
wrapped my rigid cock in it and slowly moved it from the base of
my shaft to the tip of its head. It was like pushing my cock
through
a silken tube....the sensation was so intense I nearly came again.
I gasped from the pure pleasure of it. I had never imagined, in
my wildest fantasies, that a woman's hair could feel so good!
When she finally finished cleaning me and lifted her head, I
could
see streaks of her hair stuck wetly together with my creamy cum.
"We're going to have some fun now, slave." She left the bunk
and bent over a carry bag she had brought with her. Again she bent
at the waist, knees straight, giving me a direct view of her
glorious
pussy trapped beneath her lacy panties. She took her time rummaging
through the bag, all the while shifting her weight from one leg to
the other. The movement beneath her panties was driving me even
deeper into the depths of sexual desire....and she knew it!
At long last she stood up and turned to face me. In one hand
she held a small, penis shaped vibrator, in the other was a string
of ten wooden beads, each a quarter of an inch in diameter and
spaced
two inches apart on the string. I had heard stories of the beads
and how they were used, but I had never experienced it...my blood
raced at the thought. She approached slowly, her hips undulating,
her weapons in her hands, a wide smile on her face.

She laid her weapons at the foot of the bed between my legs.
Then she removed the pillow from beneath my head.
"Lift your ass" she commanded.
I obeyed. She doubled the pillow and placed it beneath my ass.
"Relax" she said.
I tried.
She retrieved her weapons and positioned herself between my legs.
She switched on the vibrator and put its tip at the base of my
scrotum
and moved it slowly upward. The sensations made my cock jump and
wobble uncontrollably. After a few minutes she moved it to the base
of my cock and held it there. She lowered her head then and I could
feel her warm, wet tongue licking my ass and poking at my hole.
Moaning sounds were coming from deep within her as she continued to
lubricate my asshole with her warm saliva.
I jerked my hips upward and tightened my ass muscles when she
attempted to insert the first wooden bead.
She raised her head and stared at me with those bewitching eyes.
"Relax, John" she commanded softly, compassionately, sensually.
"Your Mistress wants you to feel pleasure, not pain."
"Oh God." was all I could manage to moan.
She lowered her head again. I loosened my muscles as best I
could
and felt the first of ten beads being pushed gently into my ass by
this wildly erotic animal that held me captive.
"Oooooooh GOD!" I moaned....and with each of the ten beads she
inserted, I moaned the same phrase.
"How do you feel?" she asked when she had completed her task.
"Full" I said, "it feels so, so strange." I was breathing heavily.

"Don't worry, John. Just relax your muscles, you'll enjoy it
so much more."
With all the effort I could manage, I concentrated on relaxing.
As I became more and more relaxed, that strange feeling left me and
I felt less full. The sensation actually became pleasant.
"Yes, John. That's much better" she purred soothingly.
She put the buzzing vibrator back on my scrotum and rotated it
in tiny circles. Her other hand grasped my throbbing shaft and held
it steady. Then she lowered her head and probed the tiny opening
in the head of my cock with her hot tongue. Indescribable
sensations
shot down the length of my tortured cock and raced throught my body
like an avalanche!

"I'm going to make you cum in my mouth." She said, moving her
head away from my eager cock. "But I promise you one thing, you'll
experience ecstasy you never thought possible before you do!"
I had already experienced ecstasy of the magnitude she described
and she hadn't really done anything to me, yet. All of her, her body,

her eyes, her voice, her taunting and teasing were driving me insane
with passion. I wanted to deposit a hot load of liquid deep within
her
luscious body and I didn't care where!
My hips jerked spasmodically when I felt the hot wetness of her
mouth close around the head of my cock .... she was still working
the vibrator in tight circles on my scrotum, her other hand
rhythmically squeezing my shaft. Her tongue began moving back and
forth across the opening in my cock .... slowly at first then faster
and faster. In a desperate effort to get more of myself inside
her, I pushed upward. She immediately stopped all activity and
sat upright, staring at me with her hypnotic eyes .... my steel
hard cock was left bobbing in the air like a drunken sailor, the
skin on its head hot, purple and tight in anticipation.




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