My Wife with the Policeman: Part 2 - Sex Stories

My Wife with the Policeman: Part 2

... Cheshire cat, grabbing his arm, almost yanking him off the sofa as she pulled him up, and walked him to the bedroom. As she led him up the stairs, he got a good close up look of her perfectly plump bottom peeking out from under her red lace dress, which was less than a foot away from his blue eyes. She got him into the bedroom and let go off his arm. She leaned over the bed, she knew her sexy ass was showing as she did that, and reached into the bedside drawer, pulling out a pair of kinky pink fluffy handcuffs. I know them well from the amount of times she's had me wearing them! She then sat normally on the bed, looking up at him as she gave them to him. "A little flimsy, but I think they'll do ok for a demonstration." He commented as he studied them. "Trust me, they're stronger than they look!" She giggled. "If you put those on me, I just know I wouldn't be able to get free." She winked. "You want your hands infront or behind your back?" He asked, unhooking the fluffy steel hoops. "You're the professional," she giggled again, "let's play pretend, I've been a VERY naughty girl, and now I've been caught by this big strong handsome policeman, and at his mercy, what will he do to me?" She sighed seductively. She could tell from the visible bulge in his jeans that he was very excited to play along with her. "I'd do this." He grinned and grabbed her by the upper-arm, pulled her up off the bed and held her so her back was facing him. "Ooh you're a bad cop, aren't you?" She gasped ...

... but smiled. "You have the right to remain sexy," He began as he grabbed her other arm to hold behind her back, "anything you do or say will only turn me on more," he locked one hoop around one wrist, "you have the right to a wet pussy and a cock shall be provided for you." he locked the other hoop around her other wrist, securing the cuffs on her with a quick sharp clink. "Oooh, yes sir." She groaned submissively, her sexy body tingling at the thought from head to toe. "What do you do now?" She asked anxiously. "Now I frisk you." He told her. "I'm already frisky enough as it is!" She giggled. "Funny." He told her bluntly, too lost in the act. He put his manly hands onto her sides, and slid them around to the front of her dress. He grabbed her pert round tits, cupping them and giving them a squeeze. "Oh officer!" She gasped. He pulled her dress and red bra down, her boobs practically oozed up out of them like fleshy jelly squeezed out of a plastic tub. He felt them up more, brazingly rubbing her nipples between his thick manly fingers. She couldn't help but moan with pleasure as bolts of electric pleasure coursed down her spine and into her moist pussy. She moaned as she let him feel her up. All thoughts of me now completely left her mind, as she enjoyed her pleasure from a real man. He suddenly stopped and pushed her head down, so she was bent over infront of him. Her ass pressed against the crotch of his ever tightening jeans. He pushed against her, before pulling away, and ...