'Because...when I saw you...I thought to myself, I'd like a piece of that...'
I swallowed hard and finally managed to make some sort of sense out of the situation. I could hardly believe it - one minute I thought I'd been arrested - the next I had a gorgeous woman in a skintight dress coming on to me.
'What did you tell them then? The coppers.'
'Mere details, Carl, mere details - I just told them I'd made a mistake and you were a friend of mine who'd recognised me.' She smiled and walked around me, tracing her finger round the top of my belt as she moved. 'I think they thought we were doggers, Carl. Ever done that?'
'No thanks, not my style.'
'Oh, shame. That's what I like to do. Find a nice young couple and watch them fuck, then let the bloke do me while the girl watches...'
I swallowed again. Her hand had moved down to my crotch and was stroking ever so delicately across my cock.
'Sometimes I do it in a policewoman's uniform, Carl. With black stockings and skirt just that bit too short...You should see the looks on their faces...Do you like that? You're not the only one who gets off on uniforms, though I've never known anyone get up to what you do.'
My brain was beginning to go limp at the same rate as my cock was going hard. Her hand was squeezing gently now, working up and down my length through the fabric of my trousers. This felt like some sort of brainwashing, like they do with soldiers, getting them disorientated. I had to try to think clearly.
'If you're not a copper how do you know what I get up to?'
She laughed, a deep, low, throaty laugh, and slowly undid my belt and zip.
'I've watched you, Carl. You're not as clever as you think. I've seen you a couple of times in that pub.'
'So what does that prove? I haven't seen you in there anyway.' Her hand was on my shorts now, stroking my balls and the bottom of my shaft through the thin fabric.
'Course you haven't, ‘cos I'm better at playing at police than you are. I've seen you with your little fake licence plates though.'
I breathed out. Shit, how had she managed to spot me doing that?
'Then when you pulled me over I put two and two together. I reckon you've been doing this quite a bit, haven't you?'
She'd freed my cock now and started stroking it, smiling and looking at it closely and admiringly, though my nerve endings twitched as her long fingernails tickled at my balls. I felt extremely aroused but extremely vulnerable at the same time, what with my hands cuffed tight behind my back.
'Why do you want to know?'
She whispered in my ear. Her breath was hot and almost unbearable on the delicate nerve endings in my ear. 'Because it turns me on, Carl. I want to know all about it. I want to know what you've done. I'm getting wet just thinking about it.'
I leaned my head towards her. 'Take these cuffs off and I'll do something about it, then.'
I saw stars again as she slapped me, but it was only a light slap, a tap really, but enough to daze me and confuse me again. I was starting to feel very odd about all this. On the one hand I had a beautiful woman stroking and kneading my cock; on the other hand (as it were), I was handcuffed and had just been slapped in the face. It wasn't exactly what I was used to. I'd heard about domination and all that but I'd assumed that was just sad middle aged fuckers in leather jockstraps, desperately trying to coax a last hard on by using ever more weird methods. It never occurred to me that fit women might be into it, and might actually enjoy inflicting pain on someone.
'Naughty boys get slapped, Carl...you should know that.'
I'd had enough of this now. I didn't mind playing along a bit, but this was getting stupid. She needed a good seeing to and I was keen to get on with the job.
'Look, cut the crap.' I said. 'You might like all this pissing about but I don't. We can either have a proper fuck or you can fuck off home.'
She slapped me again, harder this time, and I saw her smile as she did it. For the first time I could tell she was getting properly turned on and I noticed her nipples were erect through the sheer fabric of her dress.
'You've forgotten something Carl. I know about your little game. I can go to the police anytime and tell them about you. So if you want to play, you play by my rules.'
I realised she had a point. I'd pulled her over, she knew about the false plates, uniform, blue light, the lot. I realised I had to tread carefully with her.
'Alright then.'
She smiled. 'Good boy. Since you've been good, you get a treat.'
I wondered what the fuck her next trick was going to be but I didn't have to wait long, as she knelt down and licked my cock just once, a long, wet lick all the way along the shaft without using her hands, pulling a long string of pre-cum off it and smacking her lips as she stood up.
'Now, get down on that sofa. Lie on your back.'
I didn't have much choice and so lay back on the sofa with my hands behind me, trousers round my ankles, as she undid my stab vest and shirt. She stood in front of me and in one fluid movement, her dress was off and I realised she was naked underneath, except for the black hold up stockings and high heeled shoes which she kept on. Her tits were just as I'd imagined them; firm looking and pointed, with small, hard nipples, and her pussy was totally shaved. I noticed a gleam down there and saw that she had some sort of piercing above her clit and a dark tattoo of a dragon or snake or something across her hip.
She smiled and strode forward to me, then straddled me on the sofa so that her crotch was inches from my face. I saw her looking down at me, her tits looking bigger and jutting out even more at this angle.
'You're going to lick me Carl. Do it properly, and you'll get another treat.'
I didn't need much persuasion. I leant my head forward and teased her clit with my tongue, noticing the odd sensation of the little metal piercing, and she sighed with pleasure.
'Lower down.'
I moved my tongue down, lapping the silky smooth bare skin around her lips and working my tongue in, then went up again, lapping at her clit. I felt a sharp thrust on my head as it was pushed down again.
'I said lower down. Do what you're told.'
So I worked my tongue down again, giving her pussy long, slow licks from top to bottom and back down again. She seemed to approve and sighed again, then began a sort of moaning as the pleasure built up.
Eventually she stepped back, breathing hard, and looked me up and down.
'Right then. Time for something else.'
She straddled me again and grabbed my cock, forcing it inside her with a cry of pleasure, and began thrusting her hips into mine. Her pussy was tight and wet, the walls squeezing my swollen cock with an almost unbearable pressure. She started bucking back and forth, fucking me like she was the man and I was the woman; her hands reached forward to grab my shoulders and I felt her nails dig into them as she closed her eyes and built up to a breakneck pace. She was gasping and looking right at me, her fiery blue eyes burning into mine. Suddenly she climbed off me and positioned her crotch right in front of my face, frigging herself hard.
'Open your mouth,' she commanded. 'I'm going to come on you.'
I'd heard of squirters and seen them in porn films once or twice but assumed it was all fake. I know now it's not though. At that moment though it sounded like the most arousing thing I'd ever heard and I eagerly opened my mouth as she arched her back and with a thrust of her hips and a long, low moan, a spurt of clear warm fluid shot from her pussy onto my face and into my mouth; nothing major but a definitely good spray. I savoured the taste, like fresh clean sweat, and then lost control, jerking my come onto my belly without even touching my cock, not that I was able to anyway.
She climbed off me and looked down at me.
'That's just how I like to see my men Carl. Bound and helpless and covered in my juice.'
Shit, she was a weird one, alright. I wondered what else she'd got planned but then she uncuffed me and got dressed quickly as I cleaned myself up and got back into my shirt and trousers.
I offered her a cigarette and she wolfed the smoke down hungrily, looking at me through lidded eyes.
'I think this is the start of an interesting relationship, Carl.'
'What do you mean?'
'I like being dominant, Carl.'
'I noticed.'
'But sometimes I like to be submissive too.' She took a puff on her cigarette. She was speaking like someone else might speak about her hobbies or something. 'Like when you pulled me over, I thought, hmm, now here's someone who might be able to take me in hand a bit.'
'Yeah, I might...' I wasn't exactly sure what she was on about.
'So what I was thinking is, why don't we do it again?'
'Give me a rest first, for Christ's sake.'
'I don't mean that Carl. I mean you pulling me over again like you did tonight. I liked that. I liked it when you said you wanted to fuck me. Normally I'm the one that makes the first move with men. But I liked the way you did it.'
It sounds stupid but I felt a bit of pride in my work. It suddenly occurred to me that this might be a good idea. It wouldn't exactly be the same as the last few times, but it would still be good and there'd be none of the risk associated with pulling over random women. I decided to go for it.
'Alright then.'
'My rules though, Carl.'
'Alright.'
'You pull me over again tomorrow night. Same time, same place. But make sure you do it right. I want you to dominate me properly. Wear all your gear. I'll be in something demure, like butter wouldn't melt in my mouth. And I want you to describe exactly what you're going to do to me. No messing about. Give me all the sordid details up front.'
She smiled, ground her cigarette mercilessly into the ashtray and got up to go.
'Wait,' I said. 'I don't even know your name.'
'That's just how I want it, Carl. But you can call me Laura.'
'Alright Laura. I'll see you tomorrow night then.'
She smiled mischievously and groped my crotch, giving me a long, lingering kiss as she did it.
'See you then Carl. I promise you'll have a night to remember.' She swayed over to the door and I got a final glimpse of that racehorse arse in the tight dress.
Then the door clicked shut and I heard her car pull away. Too late I realised my car was left in the layby and I ended up having to walk two frigging miles to collect it. On top of that night's excitement it was enough to knock me out and I slept like a log without even thinking how bloody weird all this was getting.
7.
The next day at work dragged like a bitch with Derek moaning on non-stop, and I was a bit late getting to the pub. Sure enough though there was Laura, sitting at the bar, and as she said, she was demurely dressed, wearing a flowery skirt, flat shoes and a plain top that didn't really show off her figure much. She didn't look quite the stunner she'd looked before but I was still horny as hell at the thought of what she might have got in store for me. My mind boggled at what a mental case like her was going to cook up.
I kept an eye on her from a corner of the room, and come 10.30 she walked to the door, not even giving me a glance. I followed, doing the usual routine with the number plates and then keeping close on her tail as she drove out onto the main road. Once I'd checked no other traffic was around, I flicked on the blue light and the siren and gave a her a good long blast, hoping it would get her as much into the part of the innocent little woman who was going to get in trouble with the big, bad, copper.
Once she'd pulled over I sauntered over to the car, revelling in the part and leering at her as she wound the window down. She was all sweetness and light but I'll give her this, she was a good actress and didn't even look as if she'd ever seen me before or had any idea this was all an act. She didn't say anything, so I decided to act up a bit, giving her a chance to get turned on by the part.
'Sorry to trouble you madam. Only your car was weaving a bit back there and I have reason to suspect you've been drinking.'
She looked at me without a trace of a smile or any look of desire. She took this stuff seriously, alright.
'I'm sorry,' she said, and her voice had lost the huskiness of the night before. 'I didn't realise. Oh, I hope you don't mind, but since you've got an unmarked car, I wonder if you'd be kind enough to show me your warrant card. Just to make sure.'
I smiled and showed her the fake card, and she nodded approvingly. 'That's fine. How can I help you, officer?' She was still as demure as ever; she even sounded a bit bored.
I remembered that she wanted me to describe in detail what I was going to do to her. I was starting to get very turned on and wanted to cut to the chase as soon as possible.
I leant in to the window and looked at her straight in the eye, running my hand through her hair and said 'I want to give you a good...long...hard fuck on that back seat.'
You've probably guessed what was coming next but me, stupid fucker that I was, hadn't even had the sense to spot the blindingly obvious trap I'd fallen into.
In that instant a dark shape jumped off the back seat and the back door flew open and there was a blaze of light, with the sound of crashing boots and indistinct shouting. I was pushed sideways and onto the hard gravel of the layby and looked up to see Laura looking impassively down at me. As I struggled to get to my feet I heard her say 'cuff him' and my arms were wrenched back as she said the usual caution. Then I was shoved into the back of a police van, the cage door slammed shut and we drove off at high speed.
I'd heard of men who think with their dicks but I'd never realised I'd become one of them. It was so obvious now Iook back on it, but in a way I'd lost track of reality; I'd got so caught up in the game of playing the police that I didn't even see them when they appeared under my nose. I'd got cocky and fallen for Laura's flattery, letting her do a double bluff on me that shouldn't have been able to fool a ten year old.
It turned out her name was Laura though; Detective Sergeant Laura Hollinghurst. As we sat in the interview room it all started to come out. They'd been on to me for a while, apparently. The second time I'd gone on foot patrol the PC who'd tried to arrest me had reported it of course, and they'd put out my description to most of the forces in that part of the country. Then that stuck up cow I'd sworn at had reported me, and they'd gone into overdrive, putting out extra patrols in the area and checking cctv all over the place. That was how they'd known it was me - I'd kept out of sight when putting the fake plates on my car but it had never occurred to me that there might be a camera which would show me driving in with one set of plates on and driving the same car out with different ones. Once they'd seen that they just had to look up who owned my car, and that was that.
One thing puzzled me though, and I reckoned this might be my ace up the sleeve if I played it right. I was pretty sure it wasn't ethical for an undercover cop to take a suspect home and have sex with him. I was going to use that as best I could, if I could get a chance to speak to Laura alone before any interviews started. It soon came when the questioning due to start. The cell officer said someone would be in in a minute to take me up for interviewing but then just Laura came in and closed the door behind her, sitting down demurely on the bed. There was none of the come-hither stuff from before, this time she was purely professional.
'I know what you're thinking, Carl. I can read you like a book.'
'You set me up.'
'You set yourself up.'
'How's it going to sound when I tell everyone you took a suspect home and fucked him?'
She didn't react, just kept that steady, demure gaze on me.
'It's going to sound like what it is, Carl. A fantasy cooked up by a freak who has to dress up like a copper to get laid.'
'We'll see about that. What about that time in the lay by when your lot came round and you told them I was a friend of yours?'
'They'll do what I tell them. Even if they told the truth they couldn't have made a positive ID of you at that distance in the dark. And if they ask to see the 'friend' I was meeting I can easil
y get one to say he was with me.'
I looked up at the camera in the corner of the cell. 'What about cctv? Won't it look a bit odd you coming and visiting a suspect in his cell?'
She laughed. 'They do go wrong sometimes, Carl.'
I realised she had me at every turn. 'So you did all that just to get me to turn up and say something incriminating? You could have got me without all that.'
She smiled. It chilled me to the bone.
'Yeah, we probably could have. I had to gain your trust, though. And I had you eating out of my...hand.'
'You loved it.'
'Actually, I did, Carl. I really did. You're quite good, for a man, though women are more my style. I rather liked having you at my mercy.'
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