Miss. Officer

"Dear Playboy," I thought as I stumbled to my car. My legs still felt like Jell-O after my recent 'workout.' I looked at my watch as I unlocked the car door. "Shit," I muttered. "I guess I'm not going to work today." Well, the shop is easy to run anyway. I have a few reliable teenagers that open and close the place. I generally only show up late on the weekends to help out and give demonstrations to the customers.

As I fell into my car seat and settled into the frayed upholstery, I realized I would never write that letter anyway. Number one, I am too damn lazy. Don't get me wrong; I do own my own store. But, as my car is older than many of my customers, and more beat-up than a heavy-weight boxer's brain; you could probably tell my cash flow is more of a trickle. I get by fine, and keep my store running. Of course I am never sure if my low profits are from a bad market, my bad business sense, or my laziness. I could probably figure it out; if it wasn't so much effort.

Writing a letter to a magazine takes way too much effort. You have to pace it right; not to mention making sure it produces a better hard-on than the other stories people make up and send in. Besides, I'm not sure if my apartment has any stamps. Or envelopes. Or paper for that matter. Ok, so I'm a little supply negligent too.

The other main reason for my hesitation is I am pretty sure what just happened was illegal. Or at the very least could cost Bianca her job. As I started my car with a minimal amount of sputtering, I nosed out into the street and thought fondly over the last few hours.

I was late to work as usual. The traffic was not cooperating, also per usual. I turned down a side street to avoid the main thrust of traffic. I spent my entire life in the neighborhood surrounding my shop, so I knew the streets like the back of my hand. The flashing lights in my rear-view mirror were a new addition to these streets.

"Fuck," I cursed aloud. "Always when I'm already late."

I pulled over to the side of the road and shut off my engine, as the cop car pulled in behind me. The policewoman came up to the side of my car and requested my license and registration with a decidedly feminine voice. I handed them over and waited as she returned to her car.

I heard the crunch of her boots as she once again came to my window. "Please step out of the car sir," she calmly requested. "Oh shit," I thought. "Now what did I do?"

I unbuckled and stepped out of my car getting my first good look at the cop that had pulled me over. The first thing I saw was her long shapely legs. I didn't know cops could wear what looked like a meter maid skirt before that moment but I silently thanked the God of dress codes that let those legs free. My gaze rose up past her hips and breasts and slid up the full length of her dark hair. The tips of her hair disappeared over her shoulders. Her face was a picture of beauty and grace, the kind that would look even better with a big smile. Possibly a little pout too, but now her petite mouth held no expression. Her shining brown eyes, on the other hand, could not hide a look of something. Possibly hunger. Maybe indigestion. I never was too good at reading people. Either way she looked like she would be much more comfortable in a swimsuit holding a glass of lemonade than in a uniform holding a ticket pad.

"Is there something wrong officer?" I asked. My voice was a little waverer than was manly. It was bad enough I got pulled over on my way to being late to work again; I didn't realize I got pulled over by Black Barbie the hot ass super cop. Make that Bianca the hot ass super cop, according to her nameplate. This was a little too much for my voice to handle.

"Turn around, sir," she demanded.

I faced my car door, and she placed my hands on the roof. I felt her start to pat me down starting at my armpits. As she checked my waist I could have sworn she "checked" my crotch a little more thoroughly than the rest of the casual pats on the rest of my upper torso. I closed my eyes and thought un-sexy thoughts. I didn't want this woman to inspire a boner hard-on to arrest me for having a concealed weapon.

As the pat-down started moving down my legs I quickly realized Bianca wasn't stepping back to reach my lower body. Instead she was leaning up against my body, bending at her hips to check each leg individually. Her hips swayed back and forth against my ass as she checked all the way to my ankles. The gentle pressure of her skirt quickly erased any chance of my un-sexy thoughts working since I could already feel my dick lengthen down my pant leg. Damn, usually my Grandmother taking a shower works like a charm.

My Grandma was the last thing on my mind as Bianca's hands lifted from my left ankle. This time I had no doubts about the added attention. Her hands never left the inseam of my pants as her torso rose to align with mine. I could feel her breath on my neck as she rubbed my dick up and down several times before letting her hands reach my hips. She slid one of her hands around to my stomach holding me to her while reaching into her pocket.

She was close enough to smell a perfume that I completely missed before. It was a gentle floral scent that filled my nostrils with its beauty. I could feel myself sinking back into her as she pushed my registration back into my own pocket. Before I lost my senses completely she turned me around and pushed my back against my car.

"Well sir," she whispered, leaning in close. "I didn't seem to find any hidden weapons on your person, but I still have you on the speeding. How would you like to take care of something at my house in exchange for me making that ticket disappear, hmm?"

I nodded silently.

"Good. I live a few blocks from here. You can follow my car, but don't stray. I still have your license plate and other information you know."

I followed the cop car uncertainly. On one hand, for all I knew this lady cop was a serial killer. On the other, I wouldn't forget those eyes or her hand rubbing my dick through the thin material of my pant leg anytime soon. On another hand, or maybe a foot, she was a cop with my information and the ability to add all kinds of Hell to my record. So, despite the fact that she had raised my libido to a fevered pitch, I would need to do what must be done and get out of there. Maybe I'd even make it in to work tonight.

She pulled into a driveway alongside a pretty little one story starter home. I could have done without the purple and white checkerboard paint job, but I'm no exterior decorator. I drove up the drive behind her and killed the engine as she stepped out of her vehicle.

She wiggled her finger in the typical come here motion before heading for the back of the house. I opened the door and locked it before pushing it closed. No sense getting off on the ticket only to have my car stolen. I pursued the disappearing Bianca around the corner of the house and to her back door. She promptly unlocked it and ushered me inside.

Without even a whisper of a tour, she half-lead, half-pulled me into a large bedroom with a queen size bed that dominated the floor space. I didn't notice the rest of the room looking in awe at the bed that looked more comfortable than mine ever felt. She seemed to have better interior decorating skills than exterior at least. The bed had a subdued bluish comforter that complimented the golden bars of the headboard. I couldn't help but think of a little bed jail, especially since I was standing next to a policewoman.

She pulled my jacket off and tossed it aside onto a chair. "All right," she commanded. "Lie down on the bed."

I had to restrain myself from jumping into it. The bed looked like it could use a good jumping into, but I still wasn't sure if this woman was going to kill me or make me lick her boots clean. Paranoia is fun. Besides, decorum states you don't jump into someone elses bed unless they jump first. It's the standard rule. So, I climbed up somewhat awkwardly into the cushy bed. Lying down on my back with my arms across my chest like a traditional mummy.

"Now close your eyes," I heard from the end of the bed. "Sure," I thought, "who wants a corpse that stares at you."

I shut my eyes and heard a brief rustling sound. Then I felt pressure on the bed as Bianca, I guessed, crawled alongside me on the bed. I felt a weight on my abdomen as I felt my wrists pulled up and away from my body. Firm yet slightly cool fingers lifted my arms up over my head. I felt the fingers leave my wrists only to be replaced by a light tickling sensation. This was followed by a metallic ratcheting.

Still a little afraid to open my eyes I wondered what might come next. I felt a presence approach my face. I felt Bianca's hot breath on my face. Then I felt her lips claim mine. Her kiss was strong yet immeasurably gentle. I could taste a hint of strawberries as she covered my mouth with hers. I hadn't even realized my jaw had dropped open in shock until I felt her smooth tongue slide over my teeth to meet my own.

The kiss seemed to last for eternity as we shared our breath as one. Even after the street groping I didn't expect this amount of fire from the young woman. Of course that was the least of my surprises for the evening.

Once the kiss broke I could feel Bianca move back off my body. I opened my eyes to see a pair of rock hard nipples. The now topless officer looked down at me with a devilish grin. She had shifted her weight a bit during the kiss and now sat astride my crotch. The kiss itself left me with the feeling that my dick was trying to burst forth from my pants. Maybe it just wanted to see up that skirt as much as I did.

Her breasts were not the silicone, bigger than your head, back-pain causing, gargantuan tits that some men seem to like; but I thought they were marvelous. They seemed to exude natural femininity and were the nicest pair I had seen in a long time. Not to mention her breasts were perkier than a cheerleader after a gallon of coffee. Granted, I haven't seen a pair of breasts other than in a porno in a good long while, but I think it was safe to say I liked them. They also began to bounce as Bianca began to laugh a little at my obvious reaction. I reached out to touch them almost instinctively. At least, I tried to.

I looked upwards to see a pair of pink and fuzzy handcuffs attached to my wrists and wrapped around one of the bars on the bed. My arms weren't uncomfortable but they certainly wouldn't be moving very far for a while. As I turned my head back to Bianca, our lips met once more in a lingering kiss. Once again her lips were soft, sweet, and addictive. The type of lips that you hear whispers of in dreams that necessitate cleaning your sheets in the morning. Under her tender care I forgot all about the fact that my wrists were locked up by what looked like Mr. Manacles the handy police Muppet.

Bianca's lips gradually left mine and I strained against the cuffs in an attempt to reconnect. I almost whimpered with the need to feel her again. Instead, she traced a line of kisses down my jaw before gently nipping at my neck. I relaxed again letting this Goddess of a woman do whatever she thought in that pretty little head of hers.

I both heard and felt the movement of my shirt as she unbuttoned the top button. I looked down to see a slowly departing halo of hair make its way down my torso. She slowly and deliberately kissed my chest letting her tresses caress my skin. The buttons on my shirt slowly moved through their holes under her careful fingers.

Once she reached my waist she pulled the end of my shirt out from my pants to find the last of my connected buttons and liberated them from their holey prisons. She then proceeded to unfasten my pants with her teeth. I still don't know how she managed to unbuckle my belt, unfasten the button, undo the clasp, and unzip my zipper all without using her hands. My amazement stayed with me until after she had pulled my pants completely off, this time with her hands.

She stared at my Bart Simpson boxers for a minute before chuckling to herself. So I am a kid at heart, sue me. At least they were clean.

Bianca climbed back onto the bed. She crawled forward deliberately slow. She was close enough for me to feel her breath against my legs as she moved. When she reached my waist I could feel the warmth of her exhale caress my dick through my boxers. I watched as it attempted to jump through the hole in the front of its own accord.

Bianca kept moving forward along my stomach. Her nipples barely brushed the top of my boxers. When she finally reached my face our lips met once more in a toe-curling kiss. When our lip-lock broke, she shifted her body as languidly as her path up the bed until she was facing my toes. Her ass, hardly contained by the stretched tight skirt, sat inches from my face. I couldn't see what Bianca had in mind past her posterior, but I wasn't complaining about the view.

I felt a slight whiff of air on my crotch as the button holding my boxers closed was released and the fabric pulled open. I felt Bianca's cool fingers reach in and pull my dick from its cloth prison. She gently stroked it with one hand while the other snaked up the leg of my boxers. She cradled my balls with the inside hand while caressing my tip with the other.

While she was busy with my dick, her butt slowly slid back until it rested against my face. The fabric was smooth and comfortable against my skin. She shifted her weight more to her knees and I felt the skirt slide slowly up my cheek. The cheek-to-cheek action must have distracted me, because without even a hint of her breath, I felt Bianca's warm mouth surround my dick. I gasped in surprised pleasure as she moved it in and out of her mouth. I could feel her sucking on my dick like it was her favorite flavor of Popsicle, and she hadn't eaten for a year.

The pleasure of her mouth distracted me enough that I didn't at once notice something odd about her skirt. The trajectory of the mobile garment had halted over my head as Bianca put her mouth to work. I looked up to see a dripping wet pussy hovering inches above my face.

Bianca either lost the panties while I wasn't looking or wasn't wearing them to begin with. Either way, I felt like a kid in a candy store. With a really hot attendant. And she just showed me a close up of her vagina. I reached up with my tongue only to find that I couldn't quite reach her with the handcuffs keeping my arms locked tight. I tried a few more times between the waves of pleasure her blowjob was sending through my body. Eventually I submitted to the sucking without trying to reciprocate.

I did marvel at the woman's endurance though. Her lips never left my dick and her ass never wavered enough for me to taste her pussy. Slightly aggravating though it was, it spoke of all kinds of other things that endurance could be applied to in the future. Like bungee sex. Hmmm, fantasizing about a stranger while said stranger is giving me head. Maybe my sexual deZire is in a bit of overdrive.

I could feel the pleasure coursing through my body coming to a head. Long strands of tingling pressure were reaching their way from all corners of my body to my dick. Slightly before I was about to explode, Bianca pulled her glorious mouth from me and grabbed the length of my dick with one hand while she tugged slightly on my ball sack with the other. She wasn't rough, but it was enough to calm the orgasm building in my loins. So, now I can add psychic to Bianca's attributes along with gorgeous eyes, titanium thighs and a phat ass.

As my heartbeat settled she stalked forward, removing the temptation of her dripping snatch from my mouth. Just as well since I couldn't reach it.

She unbuttoned and unzipped the meter maid skirt. She straddled me once again and somehow managed to remove the skirt while gliding up my body. She parked her naked crotch in front of my face, again just out of reach. Instead of trying, I turned my head to the side to spill kisses on her exposed thigh. I heard her gasp out of surprise, pleasure, or both as I slid my tongue along her inner leg. Her legs tasted even better than they looked.

I licked, kissed, and sucked every inch of her legs that I could reach in my limited mobility. I could feel Bianca inch forward every time I licked as far as I could towards her waiting crevice. I could feel her juices glide along my chest with her movement. I looked up to see her eyes closed in rapture. She was softly biting the corner of her lip. As she finally moved close enough to taste, I moved my tongue completely around her lips missing them completely.

I heard a small whine of impatient need escape her lips. I kissed a small ring around her nether reaches heightening the anticipation. Finally, I dove deep into her with my tongue, tasting the nectar of her womanhood. Her body collapsed against my face, and she needed to grasp the top of the bars on her bed to keep from hitting the wall. Her body quaked with every movement of my tongue. I had no idea if I was that good or she just hadn't gotten any for as long as I hadn't; but I took it as a compliment.

I dug as deeply into her with my tongue as I could. I reached into her and pulled whatever liquid sustenance I could find back into my mouth. The scent of her filled my nostrils as she gently bucked against my nose. It was heady and sweet and completely indescribably good. I wanted to drown myself in her as she rode my mouth.

I must have underestimated her faculties, because even through the shaking of her body she reached back and started stroking my dick until it stood up straight as an arrow. The saliva still clinging like dew to its surface allowed her hand to glide effortlessly up and down its length. However, once the friction heated the saliva, her hand no longer moved as effortlessly.

She released it rather than tug too hard once her hand no longer moved fluidly. She sat up and although I had not known her long, she looked as if she was trying to decide on something. I moved my attention from the inside of her moist cave to the top of her lips. My tongue brushed across her clitoris forcing whatever thought out of her mind and driving her hands back to the headboard. With each successive lick of her tiny love bud the tremors that I could feel racing through her body increased in intensity. I could feel her legs trembling against my ears. She pulled my head against her and her arm trembled in time with her legs.

Thinking back, I was lucky not to have gotten this reaction earlier. If she had pressed me to her that strongly with my tongue inside her; I might have passed out from lack of oxygen. At the time I didn't care if I suffocated or not as my tongue covered her slicked clitoris with my saliva. I felt her movements reach a fevered pitch.

Bianca's hand fell from my head as her back arched. Her new movement only succeeded in pushing my mouth harder against her. Her shaking became constant as the orgasm took her. Her pussy began to spasm rhythmically against my mouth as I pushed my tongue back into her.

With a cathartic sounding shout, Bianca finally went over the edge. I felt her squirt her nectar against the space between my nose and mouth. Her juices spilled over my face as I moved my mouth upward to catch the next dose. I had never been with a girl that was that reactive to an orgasm, but I loved it. Her fluids tasted like the sweetest honey as they ran down the back of my throat. I know it's unhealthy to drink while lying down in bed, but I cannot see how that was possibly bad for me.

Bianca collapsed to my side as the aftershocks of her orgasm ran through her. With a somewhat trembling hand she reached to a drawer in the table beside her bed. She reached to the back past a dildo or three and came back with a tube of lubricant. She put some in her hand before rolling to my side and cuddling up next to my body. Her lubed hand reached down to my still rock hard dick and started spreading it over the length. She even spread the lube across my balls massaging it in with her hand.

She slowly almost absently stroked my dick as she came down from her orgasm. All the while, she kept every inch of herself she could pressed against my mostly naked body. My white shirt still billowed out beneath me since the arms could not be taken off past the handcuffs. The result was almost homey except for me still being shackled to the bed.

I soon realized that she was not quite done yet. Once she felt my dick was hard as could be and lubed up nicely, she rose of the bed above my waist. Before I could blink a few times, she lowered herself down. My dick, acting like it smelled fresh meat and liked it, jumped to attention. It aimed directly at the lowering opening that awaited it. Just in case, Bianca reached down and grasped me guiding it into her pussy.

Even after the blowjob, the lubejob, and Bianca's face saturating orgasm; her pussy was a tighter fit than two linebackers in a kindergartener's chair. I was grateful for her hand since I still felt resistance pushing into her that might have snapped me in half if she wasn't careful. I felt her velvety folds entrap my dick as it disappeared into her.

Bianca rocked back and forth before leaning down towards me. Our lips met with a kiss that had more fire than a shuttle reentry. While we kissed, Bianca moved her hips slowly to get adjusted to the male spike invading her body. As the kiss broke, she began to move in earnest. She started bouncing along my dick pushing down to greet my balls with her ass. Every thrust of her body felt like more of her enveloped me. I began to pump my ass off the bed as she came down aiding her thrust. She arched up onto her knees never missing the rhythm of our bodies.

Our breath rate increased and I could already feel Bianca begin to tremble. I was unsure if it was from strain or the fact that the orgasmic effects still lingered in her body. She reached down with one hand to start playing with her clit dispelling any beliefs that it was strain causing the reaction.

I watched her toy with herself. She was bringing herself closer and closer to a second orgasm. I listened to the sound of our ragged breaths and the slap of skin as our bodies met. I could feel the waves of pleasure reach out for my dick once more. This time I didn't think she was going to stop it. She fell back against my knees still bouncing away as her hand fairly flew over her clit.

Her second orgasm took her completely. Her hand fell to her side and her body could no longer keep the pace of riding me. Her pussy took over as the orgasm surged through her. I felt warm fingers caressing and squeezing my member from the inside. They milked me like a starving infant until I couldn't hold back any longer.

I shot deep into her spasming pussy. She wrapped her arms around my back and inside my shirt. She kissed my chest as I emptied myself into her. I looked down to see a smile on her lips as she looked back at me. She pulled her hands out from under me and caressed my chest absently with one hand. Our mutual trembling subsided as she reached up with her other hand and held mine.

I decided now was as good a time as any and silently slipped one of the fuzzy pink handcuffs around her wrist. She looked up in shock giving me just enough time to move her other wrist up to join the first in Manacleland. Somehow, I don't think it'll catch on at Disney World.

"Turnabout's fair play," I purred.

"How? What? How?" she sputtered sexily. I don't know how you can sputter sexily, but trust me she managed it.

I slid out from under her and took off my sweat-stained dress shirt. I reached into the breast pocket and pulled out a business card, sliding it under her raised head.

"I run a magic shop my dear," I responded cheerfully. "I was out of those things ten seconds after you had them on me. I just thought it might be fun to play your game, and it was. I really thought the tuxedo might have tipped you off."

"I thought you might have been going to a wedding," she pouted though not without a smile. "So, now what are you going to do with me?"

"I think it's safe to say, exactly what you did to me."

I slid the card back into the pocket and threw the shirt over to join the jacket. I climbed back onto the bed behind her ass. I stared at it for a minute before gently rubbing it with my freed fingers.

"Little help here," Bianca mumbled into the sheets.

I looked down to see her face sinking into the bed. She could easily have raised herself on her elbows, but that would have taken her ass away from my caresses. I guess she decided to play the game as well. I reached down across her body. I slid my length along her underside as I reached for the pillows at the front of the bed.

She moaned slightly as our genitals slid against each other though I didn't penetrate her yet. I pulled a few pillows back so she could rest her head comfortably without moving her arms away. I stroked her neck and shoulders as she relaxed into the bed. I enjoyed the feel of her dripping pussy gently sliding across my dick as I massaged her.

Eventually I let my hands trail down her back. I made a stop on the way to grab the lube tube that Bianca left at her side on the bed. I put a generous portion on my hands and started spreading it on her. I started by massaging her ass again, slowly spreading it along her cheeks and using the lube as massage oil to decrease any uncomfortable friction.

I moved my hands down to her thighs to caress what I had recently kissed. I kneaded her flesh beneath my touch. More sighs of pleasure escaped her lips as I moved closer and closer to her sweet honey spot. Before my hands graced her lips, I knelt deeper and dove tongue first into her pussy. My nose was bathed in her juices as she let out another gasp of surprise. I tasted once more here sweet nectar as she pushed her hips back into my face. I inhaled her scent letting it flow into me. My tongue alternated between delving into her crevice and toying with her clitoris.

I splurted some more lube onto my hands as my tongue went wild. I used one hand to spread it down the other all the way to my wrist. I pulled my face back and ran my hands along her legs from her knees straight to her waiting sex. I spread the extra lubrication against her vagina from my fingertips to my wrist. Then I pushed two of my fingers inside introducing more of the lubricant to her waiting pussy. I slowly pumped in and out of her as my other hand fooled around with her clit.

I built the speed slowly never pushing in too hard. I could feel her juices mingling with the lubricant and dripping down my hand. I pulled my fingers back out of her and moved my other hand away. Then I slid my arm below her bottom.

I slowly moved my hand back and forth against her without the slightest resistance. I gradually increased the pressure and speed as I slid my hand and arm across her clitoris and pussy Her moans grew in intensity as the speed increased. As one hand pleasured her, my other hand guided my dick.

With one smooth motion, I pulled my hand back from under her ass and drove my dick into her to the hilt. The recent activity had reduced her tightness allowing the easier intrusion. I still felt as if she was gripping my dick with a velvety smooth wet vice. A moan escaped my lips at the unbelievably ecstatic feel of the entry. I leaned over her body to kiss her back.

I slipped my arms underneath her to play with her breasts. They were firm and warm to the touch. Her nipples were already rock hard, and I teased them with my fingers. I pulled back leisurely from her titties and raised my self back above her. I shifted her legs underneath her pushing her legs together. I could feel her pussy tightening around me.

I held her hips and began rocking in and out of her. I silently thanked her for producing the lube because I may have been trapped inside her without its assistance. Although that wouldn't be such a bad thing either. Her toes moved against my legs adding to the contact wherever she could.

I pumped in and out of her building the tension in my own loins. As my pace increased, the momentum allowed me to slip one hand in front of her thighs and once again gently flick her clitoris. A tremendous shudder rocked her body as I did. I could feel her building to her third orgasm of the night. My second orgasm was quickly taking the lead though.

I continued pulling her hips back with one hand as I pushed into her, increasing the force of each thrust. My intruding dick and tickling finger brought her bliss to new heights just as my cum shot into her. My thrusts halted as I emptied all that was left of me into her hungry orifice. My finger kept moving of its own accord.

The combined sensations finally sent her over the edge once more. As my own orgasm completed, hers began. Her trembling body and suckling pussy drew the last of my semen into her body. I collapsed to her side exhausted.

I felt her hands gently touching my face. I looked up to see the handcuffs dangling loosely from the bedposts.

"Key in the pillow?" I asked.

Bianca just nodded as she snuggled into me and wrapped her arms around my back. We fell asleep in each others arms.

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I woke up soon afterwards to Bianca's kiss. She looked down at me and smiled before rolling out of bed. She threw me my clothes before reaching into one of her pockets. I got out of bed and dressed. Bianca turned aside to find a pen and write something on whatever she pulled out of her pocket. I hurried over while she was turned and wrapped my arms around her. My still bare torso pressed against her naked back.

She turned into me and sparked another amazing kiss. She slipped her hand into mine releasing the paper. I looked down once the kiss broke and saw a written warning. My mouth dropped in shock until she turned it over. On the other side it said "Bianca" and had 10 numbers separated by a few dashes. I chuckled at her interesting way of giving me her phone number.

"And you better not go speeding around that same area this Thursday. Say, 5:00?"

I looked to the handcuffs still wrapped to the bed and kissed her again. "Now, I would never do something like that. Though if I did, I hope the next officer I meet is as sweet and interesting as you," I responded with a smile.

She led me to the door and slapped my ass playfully as I exited.

"Dear Playboy," I thought.