police than you are. I've seen you with your little
fake licence plates though.'
I breathed out. Shit, how had she managed to
spot me doing that?
'Then when you pulled me over I put two and
two together. I reckon you've been doing this quite a bit, haven't you?'
She'd freed my cock now and started stroking
it, smiling and looking at it closely and admiringly, though my nerve endings
twitched as her long fingernails tickled at my balls. I felt extremely aroused
but extremely vulnerable at the same time, what with my hands cuffed tight
behind my back.
'Why do you want to know?'
She whispered in my ear. Her breath was hot
and almost unbearable on the delicate nerve endings in my ear. 'Because it turns me on, Carl. I want to know all about it.
I want to know what you've done. I'm getting wet just thinking about it.'
I leaned my head towards her. 'Take these
cuffs off and I'll do something about it, then.'
I saw stars again as she slapped me, but it
was only a light slap, a tap really, but enough to daze me and confuse me
again. I was starting to feel very odd about all this. On the one hand I had a
beautiful woman stroking and kneading my cock; on the other hand (as it were),
I was handcuffed and had just been slapped in the face. It wasn't exactly what
I was used to. I'd heard about domination and all that but I'd assumed that was
just sad middle aged fuckers in leather jockstraps, desperately trying to coax
a last hard on by using ever more weird methods. It never occurred to me that
fit women might be into it, and might actually enjoy inflicting pain on
someone.
'Naughty boys get slapped, Carl...you should
know that.'
I'd had enough of this now. I didn't mind
playing along a bit, but this was getting stupid. She needed a good seeing to
and I was keen to get on with the job.
'Look, cut the crap.' I said. 'You might like
all this pissing about but I don't. We can either have a proper fuck or you can
fuck off home.'
She slapped me again, harder this time, and I
saw her smile as she did it. For the first time I could tell she was getting
properly turned on and I noticed her nipples were erect through the sheer
fabric of her dress.
'You've forgotten something Carl. I know
about your little game. I can go to the police anytime and tell them about you.
So if you want to play, you play by my rules.'
I realised she had a point. I'd pulled her over, she knew about the false plates, uniform, blue light,
the lot. I realised I had to tread carefully with her.
'Alright then.'
She smiled. 'Good boy. Since you've been
good, you get a treat.'
I wondered what the fuck her next trick was
going to be but I didn't have to wait long, as she knelt down and licked my
cock just once, a long, wet lick all the way along the shaft without using her
hands, pulling a long string of pre- cum off it and
smacking her lips as she stood up.
'Now, get down on that sofa. Lie on your
back.'
I didn't have much choice and so lay back on
the sofa with my hands behind me, trousers round my ankles, as she undid my
stab vest and shirt. She stood in front of me and in one fluid movement, her
dress was off and I realised she was naked underneath, except for the black
hold up stockings and high heeled shoes which she kept on. Her tits were just
as I'd imagined them; firm looking and pointed, with small, hard nipples, and
her pussy was totally shaved. I noticed a gleam down there and saw that she had
some sort of piercing above her clit and a dark tattoo of a dragon or snake or
something across her hip.
She smiled and strode forward to me, then
straddled me on the sofa so that her crotch was inches from my face. I saw her
looking down at me, her tits looking bigger and jutting out even more at this
angle.
'You're going to lick me Carl. Do it
properly, and you'll get another treat.'
I didn't need much persuasion. I leant my
head forward and teased her clit with my tongue,
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