I had just gotten home from a long day at the office. I hadn't even had time to take off my heels, when there was a knock at the door. I opened it to find a gorgeous police officer looking down at me. Dark skin, even darker eyes, a strong jaw line, he could have stepped out of a movie screen. I could see the muscles in his shoulders and upper arms through his uniform shirt as he flashed me his badge. After he verified my name in a deep, calm voice, he said, "I need to speak with you. Can I come in?"
Wordlessly, I took a step back and opened the door wider, watching as he strode purposefully into my kitchen. I closed the door behind me, never taking my eyes off his round, beautiful ass as he made a quick sweep of my apartment. I followed him into the hall as he finished his search. "What's going on," I asked, finally finding my voice.
"Turn around and put your hands on the wall," he said. I hesitated, confused. Was I in some sort of trouble? He put his warm hands on my shoulders and spun me around so I was facing the wall. He placed my hands where he wanted them, a little above my head. He began to rub his hands down my body, down my sides, all the way down to the hem of my skirt, just above my knees. He came back up, pulling my shirt halfway up my stomach. I felt the clasps of my bra pop open as his hand passed overtop. "What is going on?" I blurted out, still so confused.
"Ma'am, I need you to be quiet and co-operate," was all he would say as his hands moved under my shirt. One quick tug at my bra and I felt my breasts, heavy and perky, fall free under my shirt. His hands came up to nipples, already erect, and he began to slowly rub one softly while he pinched and twisted the other. The two sensations made me moan and I tried to turn to face him, but his warm body was pressed against my back and his arms were firm against my sides; I couldn't move.
His hands came down to grasp the sides of my taut waist and he stepped back. "Spread your legs," he ordered. Again I tried to turn and face him, ignoring his command. Before I could move, his hands were back up, over mine on the wall, holding me in place. "Now you can make this easy, or you can make this real hard," he told me. I could feel his hot breath on my ear. He moved his pelvis into me and I could feel both his hard cock and his cold metal handcuffs poking into my ass. Still holding me in place with one hand, he used the other to grab my hair, pulling until I was looking straight up. "Are you going to behave?" he asked.
"Yes, sir," I answered softly. "Good," he replied. "Now back up and spread your legs." He positioned me about three feet from the wall. With one hand on my stomach, he pushed me forward. I almost hit my head on the wall but caught myself with my forearms just in time. Unsteadily bracing myself, I felt his hands as he slowly pulled up my skirt. Starting at the top of my panties, he traced his fingers down my crack. I could feel the anticipation building; I knew I was already wet. I heard a ripping sound, and then saw my thong drop to the floor in shreds. Something started to circle the outside of my vagina, teasing me. I thought to myself, that can't be his cock, I can't take something that big'. His fingers found my clit as he pushed himself inside me, my vagina stretching farther than I thought it could. I cried out, moaning in surprise and pleasure. He stopped pushing for a moment and found my nipples, twisting them again. "I am only about halfway in," he whispered to me. "Don't worry, I will go slow. I won't hurt you. But you will take this entire cock before I am done." His hands moved back to my hips as he began slowly thrusting, in and out, in and out. Each time going a little farther in. I bit my lip as I felt the warmth spread out over my abdomen, my cum starting to run down the back of my legs. As I came, he went further in, picking up speed. I could feel his hot prick in me, deeper and thicker than I have felt anything before. He started pounding me, harder and harder, faster and faster. I almost lost my balance as I screamed with delight, my tits bouncing, my head pounding against the wall, feeling him deeper and deeper inside of me. I started to cum a second time and I felt his release as well, running through me, running down my thighs.
He pulled out and I collapsed to my knees, unable to stand any longer. I knelt on the floor, my forehead resting against the coolness of the wall, catching my breath. I vaguely heard footsteps and a door open and close. When I was finally able to open my eyes, he was gone. The only proof that it hadn't been a wonderful dream was my ripped underwear and the soreness between my legs. It was just what I needed.
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