Samantha by loyalsock - Sex Stories

Samantha by loyalsock

... from her and passed it to Olson who began inspecting the seams and buttons. "I'm not hiding anything in my clothes. I showed you my disks, what else do you want?" "Like I said, Ma'am, it's standard procedure. Now the slacks, Ma'am." Samantha undid her slacks and slid them down her legs. Riggs gestured to her to pick them up off the floor and hand them to Olson, who immediately turned them inside out. "The rest, Ma'am." Samantha undid her bra and shrugged it off. She hesitated, tugged the waistband of her panties up, and felt her pussy twitch in response to the pressure of the fabric pressing against her clit. Riggs held out her hand, Samantha slid the panties off and handed them over. Riggs held them to the light without noticing the fresh damp spot in the crotch. "Now, against the wall again, Ma'am." "What?" Samantha sputtered. "I'm nude! How can I be hiding anything?" "Ma'am, we'd rather not have to use f***e here," said Riggs, sounding like she would like nothing better. "Against the wall, please." Samantha flushed, shocked at her own reaction to the idea. She turned and placed her palms against the paneling. Her face burned with embarrassment as the Inspector ran her hands over her bare skin. Riggs paused to cup and lift Samantha's breasts, making her nipples harden almost painfully. She spread Samantha's bottom, then tapped her ankles. "Open your legs, Ma'am." Samantha rose up on her toes and danced from foot to foot. She squeezed her thighs together, feeling sweat ...

... prickle on her upper lip. There was another tap at her ankle, she lifted one foot, took a deep breath, and shut her eyes as she reached to the side with her leg and put the foot down again. Riggs's hand was gentle as it ran up the back of the leg, between her thighs, and probed her shameful secret. Her lips already open, swollen, wet and waiting for the finger that slipped easily between them. Samantha gasped and fought to hold still as Riggs withdrew the finger, then slid two fingers together into her. Riggs's thumb pressed gently but firmly against Samantha's anus while he worked his fingers in and out of Samantha's pussy until he teased a moan from Samantha's lips. "It's what we thought," said Riggs to Olson. "Ma'am, you can put your arms down now." Samantha dropped her arms to her sides, and they were immediately seized and drawn behind her back. She heard a metallic clink and felt handcuffs snap around her wrists. Inspector Riggs turned her to face Inspector Olson, who ran his eyes up and down her body with slow appreciation. Samantha knew she was an attractive woman. She was not yet thirty, softly curvy yet toned from a membership in a local health club that she used to good advantage, the perfect trophy wife for an up and coming executive. At their summer parties she'd felt her husband's friend's eyes on her when she'd worn her bikini by their pool. She knew it irritated he husband, the way the men, and occasionally a wife too would ogle her from a safe distance. Looking at ...