Samantha by loyalsock - Sex Stories

Samantha by loyalsock

... about. Pornography? Why, that's disgusting!" "Yes, Ma'am. I agree. I believe this is yours, Ma'am." He waved a hand and a sheet of paper appeared as if out of nowhere. He unfolded it and held it out to her. It was a line drawing. Two lovely, nude women strangled in hangman's nooses while two men took down a third, u*********s. Samantha felt her face burn. "My husband," she started. "Yes, Ma'am. He's already embarrassed by this. But if you cooperate here, Ma'am, I think we can keep that to a minimum. Now, your computer?" She shook her head. This was happening too fast. Her husband already embarrassed? "What?" "Your computer, Ma'am. We'll need to see it." "Ah, this way." She turned and lead the to her study. Inspector Riggs slid past her, sat down at Samantha's desk, and booted up the computer. Her fingers danced over the keyboard for several minutes before she shook her head once at Olson. "It's clean," she said. "Ma'am, your disks, please." Samantha pointed to a locked drawer in the desk. "I'll need to get my purse." Samantha turned away to retrieve her purse and found Riggs close behind her. She picked up her purse, before she could open it the purse was in Riggs's hands. Riggs held up a key and Samantha nodded. Olson took hold of Samantha's arm and took her back to the study as Riggs opened the drawer, revealing a neat row of floppy disks. Riggs fed several one after the other into the computer and clucked appreciatively. "D'Que, Marquis, Necrobabe, Blackplague. Even ...

... Dolcett," Riggs said. "Nothing but the best here. I'm impressed. Of course we'll have to confis**te the computer and all of the disks. I'm sure you understand the necessity, we just can't allow any of this to get into the wrong hands." She turned to her partner, "You want to call for the pickup, or shall I?" Inspector Olson made a cell phone appear with familiar magic. He tapped a number into its face while inspector Riggs stood up and gestured to the wall. "Ma'am, if you put your hands on the wall, please. I'll need to search you." "Am I under arrest?" Samantha asked as she leaned against the wall. "We have some questions we need answers for, Ma'am," said Inspector Riggs.. "I'm sure you can understand that," Her hands went over Samantha's body with a firm touch, tracing her curves and the lines of her clothes from Samantha's neck to her ankles. Samantha felt her skin tingle under the woman's hands, and hoped the Inspector had not noticed how her nipples had hardened under her soft blouse. "Okay, Ma'am. Now if you'll just undress please." "What?" "You heard me, Ma'am. Take your clothes off. It's standard procedure Ma'am, nothing to be afraid of." Samantha's heart hammered in her chest while something warm and soft melted in her belly. She felt as if she were watching the scene from outside herself, like looking down the wrong end of a telescope into a scene from one of her stories. With shaking fingers she unbuttoned her blouse and slid it off her shoulders. Riggs snatched it away ...