She had noted then that he was quite an attractive fellow, but now, up close and at her mercy like this, he was even more desirable than ever. She kept the gun digging into the side of his neck and stared down at him. He couldn’t be as old as she was, maybe just twenty two or twenty three. His face was ruggedly handsome and had that look of eagles all fighters had. Deep set eyes of icy blue, sharp nose, tight lips and a strong chin, a very square jaw sporting a few days stubble, and a head full of dark closely cropped hair. She felt her heartbeat quicken, she had felt this way a few times before, but most of the men in her life preferred to shy away from her. But not this one. Even though she had him at her mercy, all cuffed and hog tied, he seemed to have no fear of her, no aversion either. Instead, if she could read it right, his eyes seemed to hold a look of admiration, desire ever, toward her. Or was it a cheap trick to get her guard down.
She decided that it could only be that and moved off him. Her second pair of cuffs she slapped around his ankles and then hauled him over to the warehouse across the alley and propped him up against the wall. He grunted and groaned his discomfort, but didn’t complain otherwise. She shivered suddenly, realizing that her wet clothes could be the death of her. A bold thought surged through her and she peeled off her wet clothes and sat down before him in only her black sports bra and panties. Handgun lazily dangling from her fingers between her knees, Diana stared at him with narrowed eyes.
His eyes seemed to bug out of his head as he ogled at what she offered to show him. It felt good to have a man look at her with that kind of open desire for a change. She knew all of the men in her life gave her the same looks, but only when she was not looking back. This guy didn’t break eye contact even once, and she welcomed it.
“How long are we going to be here, Officer?” He finally asked her through what sounded like a parched throat.
“As long as it takes for the rain to stop.” She replied, enjoying the look on his reddening face. “And in that time I might as well get in my evening workout.”
“Workout?” He sounded flabbergasted. “We have no food, no water even… I have a thermos flask with coffee in my car out back.”
“So do I, but I’m not going anywhere in this rain.” She said, stretching her arms over her head and arching her back. “And not letting you out of my sight either.”
“Yeah, I get that a lot from most women.” He drawled as his eyes seemed to devour every inch of her beautifully toned body.
“What did you say?” She looked at him sharply, leaning forward to have her breasts push down on her knees.
“Nothing.” He said as his eyes feasted on the soft white globes struggling for release against her tight black bra.
“You get what from most women?” She leaned back again and extended her legs outward.
“What you said.” Landon grinned and his eyes trailed along the sensuous length of her bare legs.
“What did I say?” She placed her palms down behind her and lifted her butt upward, feeling the pleasurable stretch in her lower back, glutes, hamstrings and triceps muscles.
“About not wanting to let me out of your sight.” His eyes looked as if they would go into orbit around her.
“You know I didn’t mean it in that way.” She purred, relishing every bit of the lecherous attention the lean young bank robber was giving her.
“I can’t say.” He shook his head, but not so much in denial as in admiring the way she twisted her hips to give him full a view of her smooth round buttocks barely contained in the black thong panties she wore. “My head’s still spinning from the pounding you gave me. So did you enjoy it… holding me down like that… so close and personal.”
“That’s my training, perp…” She settled back down and leaned forward again to hug her knees. “And I do a damn good job of it.”
“Yeah, I could tell.” His breathing was quite labored now. “And let me say that it has been a privilege to be in such close and personal proximity to you, Officer Harvey.”
“What’re you playing at, creep.” She gave him a feigned glare, though she enjoyed the seeming discomfort he was going through.
“Creep?” His lovely blue eyes went wide with feigned hurt. “Hell, Officer… I may be a part time bank robber, but creep… that’s a bit much.”
“”You know what I mean… are you trying to pull one over me just because you’re young and handsome.”
“You think I’m handsome…” His polished grin made her knees go weak for a moment. “Wow! I mean, I can’t believe the goddess I have such a crush on thinks I’m… ohhh, handsome.”
“I tell it like it is… hey, waitaminit! What do you mean - you have a crush on…” Diana suddenly felt flustered at being played at her own game. “… and… and goddess?”
“Aw, come on, baby.” Landon sounded a lot more confident now. “Hasn’t anyone told you how hot and sexy you are… how powerful and attractive you are… you must be beating lover boys and lovesick fans away with a stick.”
“I see what you’re playing at… and it’s not going to work… I’m not falling for your wiles, Landon.” She stood up and paced around. “And don’t call me baby again.”
“Sure, sure, no problem, Officer.” His voice took on a seductive allure. “May I call you Diana?”
“Um, why not.” She looked back at him, especially at the tell-tale bulge forming against the crotch of his wet jogging suit. “Now shut up, I can’t tell if the rain’s letting up or not.”
“It’s not going to…” He said in a tone suddenly too solemn and serious. “This is a Class 9 Cumuli-Nimbus buildup, that’s why it’s been so dark all day… the heavy rain’s going to keep coming down for at least another six to eight hours.”
“You majoring in meteorology or something, weatherman?” She couldn’t stifle the snort that escaped her. “And we’re going to be stuck here for six more hours? Damn!”
“Well, yeah.” Landon’s smug smile returned. “Know anything interesting to do to while away the time, Diana?”
“Yeah, you shut up and go to sleep.” She said through gritted teeth. “And I finish my workout.”
“How about instead, we do what I can read from your eyes and body language…” He raised an eyebrow at her. “What you really want to do.”
“So now you’re a psychologist too.” Diana stepped over him and placed her hand on his wet hair. “A weatherman, shrink, MMA fighter and bank robber… anything more you can add to that list that might yet surprise me?”
“Yeah.” He pushed his face upward and let her fingers trail over his cheek and lips. “A satisfying lover to all women everywhere.”
Diana felt a sudden jolt run through her. She stared back at him, right into his deep blue eyes. She could see no fear there, nor aversion; neither did she see any hint of malicious intent. She did see admiration there instead, and also what she could only discern as lust. Here was a man, a young and handsome man, who desired her, lusted for her. And even if it was a ploy he was using to try and escape, it felt so damn good to be wanted. Him being a criminal or not and her being a cop or not, it was the genuine need of a man and a woman that was electrifying the air around her now, and she would surely be a fool to pass it up.
Ah! But a fool she wasn’t. Never was and never would be. Not one to play second fiddle ever in her life, especially to a man, she was not going to start now. Sex was something she hadn’t had in a while, and even when she did, it was on her terms. This time it would be no different. She had him under her mercy, to do as she pleased with him. Here and now, in this secluded place, with no one around for at least six hours. She could have her way with this hunk, and even if he went around boasting about it under lockup, no one would believe a word he would say.
“A penis for your thoughts, pretty lady.” She heard his smirking voice cut into her musings.
“You are one brash son-ova-bitch for sure, Landon.”
“And you are a goddess worthy of worship.” He said with what felt like genuine fervor in h
is deep and soothing voice. “Cut me loose; let me worship you, my immaculate goddess.”
“Ah, I like that… the idea of being worshipped.” She grabbed his hair and yanked up his head, stepping up closer, her groin inches from his wanting lips. “And like any idolizing sycophant, you wouldn’t mind worshipping me in chains, would you?”
“Even if you bury me in concrete, I’ll be blessed.”
“Hm, you know what… let’s do it.” She released his head and stepped back, leaving him gasping. “It’s been too damn long… since I’ve had a man.”
“And I’m more man than you’ll ever need, baby.” He groaned with the obvious discomfort extreme arousal brings.
She lashed out and slapped him across that devilishly handsome face, “Don’t. Call. Me. Baby!” One slap for each word.
“Oh, give it to me, my lady.” He slurred with a satisfied smile on his face.
“Much better.” Diana nodded and reached for him. “Now let’s get you out of these cold wet clothes and warm you up… a lot.”
“Yes! Yes!” Landon was close to pleading as she removed his hooded jacket and bunched it around his cuffed wrists. “Allow me to worship you… my goddess Diana.”
“You sure know how to make a woman feel wanted.” She purred and yanked his track pants down to his cuffed feet.
He had nothing on under it and his virile young cock jumped up at her like a cobra about to strike. Diana fell back with a sharp gasp. It had been quite a while since she had seen a hard naked cock, and Landon’s was almost twice the size of anything she had experienced before. A feeling of dread overcame her, but only for a few seconds, as her intense need and suppressed lust banished all her fears to a place they could never escape from.
She leaned back and liked what she saw. A handsome young man, naked and cuffed, with a rock hard ten inch cock ready to service her. Without wasting another moment, she ripped off her bra and panties and stood before him as naked as he.
“I’m all yours, my goddess.” Landon was almost weeping. “Let this lowly slave and his love-tool be blessed with this service to you.”
“Shut up, fool!” She snarled and grabbed a hold of his throbbing member. “Enough of your Middle-Earth mumbles… I’m going to get the fucking I’ve been denying myself for so damn long.”
She’d seen this in one x-rated fetish movie that was confiscated in a raid for bootleg porn once. This was the best time to give it a go. She stood over him, her back to him and her butt right up to his face. His hands were cuffed behind his back and his feet before, and he couldn’t even touch her. She leaned over and spread her legs wide, giving him a full view of her bunghole and swollen pussy. His cock strained up to meet her salivating mouth as she stroked the thick length slowly.
“Make me ready for this beautiful piece of meat, creep.” She purred and let some of her saliva dribble over his pulsating cockhead. The shiver she felt coming from him turned her on even more.
Diana’s knees wobbled, threatening to give as she felt the young hunk’s mouth clamp over her pussy from behind. He seemed either really talented or ferociously horny. His lips and tongue were all over her puckered bunghole and her yawning pussy all at once, she even felt a few lashing strokes of his rather long tongue swirl over her throbbing clit. Pleasure the like she had long forgotten rippled through her body and she shuddered, almost falling back and squashing his face with her ass.
Composing herself, Diana grabbed a hold of his cock with both hands, lowering her mouth over the hot throbbing head. She flicked out her tongue and ran the tip over the wide slit, tasting his pre-cum. It brought back memories of her high school days. A sudden hunger took over her and she dropped down on all fours, leaving Landon gasping as she pulled her pussy away from his face. She took almost half of the thick shaft down her throat before she gagged. Her body convulsed, sending a chill all though her. She loved it, taking more of the young stud’s rock hard meat down until she felt him surge and swell even more. Not to be left out, Landon leaned forward and buried his face into her ass, bringing a squeal of delight from her all over his cock. She drooled and slobbered, sucking on the organ like it was a Sunday treat. Her pussy was on fire, and after such a long time that it felt weird, a bit uncomfortable even. Then it dawned on her, she needed to he filled and stretched with cock. With this cock. This young meaty cock, all hard and throbbing. She pulled off him and turned around to face him. He was shivering as she squatted over him and placed the hot head of his rod against her dripping pussy lips. The head went in easily, sending a thrill all through her. So this was how it felt to have a cock up her pussy again. How could she have denied herself this for so long?
“Oh, hell yeah.” Landon grunted as she took a couple of more inches of his thickness into her. “So fucking tight… like a damned virgin! Oh, fuck!”
“Yeah, lover.” She gasped as he went halfway in; stretching her like she had never been before. “It’s been a long while since Sergeant Harvey’s been drilled.”
Landon groaned in response, bucking his hips upward. More of his manly meat speared into her, inch by inch until she was sitting on his lap. She could feel him inside, every one of his ten inches, thick and throbbing hardness filling her up tight. Her eyes rolled in her head; it felt like the rogue had hit the right spot. Her arms and legs felt like jelly and her belly turned inside out. She seemed to have no control over herself, for the first time in her strict and regimented lifestyle. This man, this thief, rogue and devil, had brought her whimpering to her knees like no man had ever done, even with his hands and feet cuffed.
“Oh, fuck!” She moaned into his neck. “This is so… so fucking good… oh shit; I never want this to end.”
“It never will, Diana.” She felt his hot breath on her neck and wanted more.
“More, I want more.” She said in gasping whimpers. “Give me more…”
“I want to, bab… my lady.” Landon was panting. “But my hands are tied… literally.”
“Fuck! To hell with that.” Diana groaned and fumbled around her discarded pants for the keys. “Here, take them off.”
She knew the great risk of setting him free, but she didn’t care right then. She had to have what she had been stupidly denying herself for almost half her adult life so far. And besides, it was still pelting down like the biblical flood outside. There was nowhere for him to run.
Freed now, she felt his hands roam all over her body and she craved for more. She arched her back, pulling his head over her breasts, shivering at the sensation of his hot mouth on her terribly sensitive nipples. His hands clamped down over her tight bubble butt even as his tongue drove her crazy, swirling all over her left breast, the ticklish areola and the aching nub of her nipple. Then he had the whole nipple, areola and almost half her breast inside his mouth, sucking hard like a day old heifer. Diana threw back her head and screamed into the thunderous roar of the rain outside. Her body shivered uncontrollably, her belly clenching and her eyes rolling backwards. His cock was in so deep, so hard and throbbing, triggering every sensitive spot.
Her release was nothing short of Nirvana, a state of complete oneness of mind, soul and body with the universe. Wave after wave of sheer exhilaration rushed through her, threatening to drive her insane. She wept, whimpered, screamed and even laughed as orgasm after orgasm lined up to make up for lost time. So caught up in her own delirium, Diana didn’t even know if Landon had cum inside her or if he had cum at all. When he pulled out of her, she was too lost in her own throes of ecstasy to know even who he was. Her heart and her head were pounding in tandem to the hammering rain outside.
“Damn, girl.” She heard the young man’s quivering voice. “You’re like some succubus… I’ve never emptied so much cum inside a woman as much as I have now. Your pussy’s like a ravenous black hole.”
“So… is that a bad thing?” She looked up at him as she lay naked on the floor.
“Bad thing?” His eyebrows shot up. “Hell, Sarge… even a Presidential order won’t keep
me away from you. You are a goddess, and I mean it every time I fucking say it.”
“Forget Presidential Orders, perp.” She sat up and smiled wide. “You’ve got some serious jail time coming up under my watch.”
“Yeah, well…” Landon smiled sheepishly. “Anything for you… I…”
“Yeah, can’t help it, Rod, you broke the law… the law I serve.”
“How about serving your self for once.”
“I know where you’re going with this.” Diana felt a strange tug inside her, more than just sexual. “But I can’t live that down… I took an oath.”
“Everyone does.” He looked very uncomfortable. “But most of the cops are on the take anyway… this isn’t as bad as that.”
“How would you know about cops on the take, you darn bank robber.”
“How’d you suppose I was fighting in the MMA State championship for City PD?” Landon had a self pitying look about himself. “I was at the Academy… dropped out six weeks ago. Breaking the law seemed more fun.”
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