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16 Nisan 2023, 18:13
True Confession: Orgasm under color of authority
When I moved to southern California from the Midwest I started to enjoy some of the benefits of the more open lifestyle. And one of those were the regular pride parades in the area. In this parade there was a contingent of "out" law enforcement workers. Hmmmm....funny when you write it that way. Can you say double entendre? Exactly. I was totally turned on by a group of butch Highway Patrol Officers. I couldn't stop coming during my masturbation session from thinking about them that night.
The thought of being pulled over in the desert late at night. A tight pair of service trousers approaching from the rear view mirror, with that imposing and arousing night stick gently swaying back and forth on the hip. I just get gushing wet thinking about it.
"Do you know why I'm pulling you over, Miss?"
"Uh, no, Eryaman Rus Escort (http://www.ankararusescort.com/ad-category/eryaman-escort/) but if you could put your fingers between my legs right now you'd know what I'm thinking!"
Anyway, I made my mind up to try and find a partner to fulfill my fantasy. I tried searching through some online personals and messaging sites. And though I found some hot prospects many of them were upstate in the San Francisco Bay Area and outside of my location. One non-consent fantasy was pretty hair raising.
So instead of searching I decided to start visiting a club that I hadn't been to before but had heard some things about and look for the right person there. Or should I say the right wrong person? I did find somebody and we did some dating and one night I felt it was time to mention what I had in mind. She was quite interested, Sincan Rus Escort (http://www.ankararusescort.com/ad-category/sincan-escort/) quite turned on and willing to oblige. She was compatible, dominant ,well-built and creative. Next stop the uniform store!
We went shopping and found a police uniform with a thick black leather belt and all. Tight doubleknit slacks and most importantly a well functioning zipper. I told her to come over that night and I'd have a loosely written script for her to peruse while we were having drinks.
We both changed. She into her suit and me into a low cut top and skirt with high quality 100% air constructed panties underneath.
Using the bed as a convertible I had her pull me over. "License and registration, please."
"Is there a problem, officer?" as I ran my finger nervously over my buttons, lips pursed.
"No, Etlik Rus Escort (http://www.ankararusescort.com/ad-category/etlik-escort/) license plate light, I'm going to have to write you a ticket."
Now I was really getting wet, while she was "running" my license she would surely find a warrant out for me on an unpaid parking ticket.
"We've got a problem here, I see there's a bench warrant out on you. You're going to have to step out of the car."
The thought of being on a bench with her on top of me was the only thing my imagination was warranting.
"Maybe we could solve that here." I stammered. "Couldn't you just give me a field test?"
"Field tests are for DUI's." she replied sternly.
I slowly got down on my knees and ran my hands over her pants and told her the field test I had in mind involved my tongue.
Mmmmmm. There's something magical about having a hand pulling on your hair and a waiting pussy on the other side of a zipper with which my teeth were locked around.. My oral fantasy was coming true. After lowering her pants I began to frame her unshaven heaven with my tongue.
It was unbelievable. I was completely drenched while I mined for clit. I couldn't stop coming and enjoyed it to no end.
Who says "crime" doesn't pay?
When I moved to southern California from the Midwest I started to enjoy some of the benefits of the more open lifestyle. And one of those were the regular pride parades in the area. In this parade there was a contingent of "out" law enforcement workers. Hmmmm....funny when you write it that way. Can you say double entendre? Exactly. I was totally turned on by a group of butch Highway Patrol Officers. I couldn't stop coming during my masturbation session from thinking about them that night.
The thought of being pulled over in the desert late at night. A tight pair of service trousers approaching from the rear view mirror, with that imposing and arousing night stick gently swaying back and forth on the hip. I just get gushing wet thinking about it.
"Do you know why I'm pulling you over, Miss?"
"Uh, no, Eryaman Rus Escort (http://www.ankararusescort.com/ad-category/eryaman-escort/) but if you could put your fingers between my legs right now you'd know what I'm thinking!"
Anyway, I made my mind up to try and find a partner to fulfill my fantasy. I tried searching through some online personals and messaging sites. And though I found some hot prospects many of them were upstate in the San Francisco Bay Area and outside of my location. One non-consent fantasy was pretty hair raising.
So instead of searching I decided to start visiting a club that I hadn't been to before but had heard some things about and look for the right person there. Or should I say the right wrong person? I did find somebody and we did some dating and one night I felt it was time to mention what I had in mind. She was quite interested, Sincan Rus Escort (http://www.ankararusescort.com/ad-category/sincan-escort/) quite turned on and willing to oblige. She was compatible, dominant ,well-built and creative. Next stop the uniform store!
We went shopping and found a police uniform with a thick black leather belt and all. Tight doubleknit slacks and most importantly a well functioning zipper. I told her to come over that night and I'd have a loosely written script for her to peruse while we were having drinks.
We both changed. She into her suit and me into a low cut top and skirt with high quality 100% air constructed panties underneath.
Using the bed as a convertible I had her pull me over. "License and registration, please."
"Is there a problem, officer?" as I ran my finger nervously over my buttons, lips pursed.
"No, Etlik Rus Escort (http://www.ankararusescort.com/ad-category/etlik-escort/) license plate light, I'm going to have to write you a ticket."
Now I was really getting wet, while she was "running" my license she would surely find a warrant out for me on an unpaid parking ticket.
"We've got a problem here, I see there's a bench warrant out on you. You're going to have to step out of the car."
The thought of being on a bench with her on top of me was the only thing my imagination was warranting.
"Maybe we could solve that here." I stammered. "Couldn't you just give me a field test?"
"Field tests are for DUI's." she replied sternly.
I slowly got down on my knees and ran my hands over her pants and told her the field test I had in mind involved my tongue.
Mmmmmm. There's something magical about having a hand pulling on your hair and a waiting pussy on the other side of a zipper with which my teeth were locked around.. My oral fantasy was coming true. After lowering her pants I began to frame her unshaven heaven with my tongue.
It was unbelievable. I was completely drenched while I mined for clit. I couldn't stop coming and enjoyed it to no end.
Who says "crime" doesn't pay?