I got into a bit of trouble on New Year’s Eve. I drank pretty heavily that night and unfortunately got caught at a checkpoint on the way home. To make matters worse, I’d misplaced my purse and was slightly underdressed.
All I was wearing that night was a tight white blazer over a push-up bra. My breasts were practically spilling over the top of my low cut outfit and my midriff showed prominently above my low-waisted jeans. I don’t know how I managed to dance all night long in those heels, but they definitely did not help my balance on the side of the road.
I knew I was in trouble when the police officer asked me to walk in a straight line for the sobriety test. I knew I was in bigger trouble when he asked me to blow into the plastic tube. I was well over the legal limit, so I cooperated as much as possible to avoid making my situation worse. It was protocol for him to cuff me, but when we got to the station, the officer was nice enough to take the cuffs off and just let me walk beside him through the back entrance of the precinct.
I was quiet when we approached the booking desk. I was still a little tipsy and my vision was hazy. My eyes suddenly widened when he handed me over to a gorgeous female officer. She made that uniform look so sexy! Her thick blonde hair was perfectly tied in a bun and her makeup looked amazing. I couldn’t help but stare.
“I like your contours, ma’am,” I smiled. “They really bring out your fabulous cheekbones.”
“Thanks,” she said with a half smile.
I had a feeling my compliment made her feel good, but she wanted to maintain professionalism. I felt a magnetic attraction towards her as soon as she took my arm.
“Hands on the wall, please,” she said calmly.
“Yes ma’am,” I replied, trying my best not to sound too excited.
Usually, people feel a bit overwhelmed in this situation, but not me. Call me crazy, but I kind of enjoyed it. It excited me when she made me open my blazer and check under my bra for whatever she thought was in there. Her hands were really soft. I felt her touch linger at my breasts and I couldn’t help but moan a little. I could barely keep my mouth closed as she gently slipped her fingers beneath my waistband and traced around slowly. The ticklish sensation was making me wet.
My heart was pounding when she pressed down my thighs. She looked up at me with a grin and it made me smile. I don’t know what the hell I was thinking when I blurted this out, knowing I didn’t have anything like that and would never touch the stuff, but it just came out of my mouth so quickly, there was no going back.
“Officer, I have drugs on me.”
“You what?” she asked sternly. “Where?”
“Like…in me,” I confessed.
She stood up quickly and reached for her handcuffs. She took my wrists behind my back and pinned them tightly. Then, she unclasped her walkie-talkie from her shoulder.
“I have a full cavity check in holding 3,” she announced.
“Do you need back up?” the other voice asked.
“No, I’ll handle this myself,” she answered quickly.
“Copy that,” the other officer confirmed. “The door is opening…”
As soon as she got off the speaker, I heard a loud clank from the wall beside us. I didn’t even know there was a door there. It led to a narrow passageway to another room. There was only an overhead lamp, a long silver table, and two foldable chairs.
As soon as we walked in, the door shut behind us. She stood firmly next me and held my arm tight.
“I’m going to uncuff you now. As soon as I do, your hands must remain on the table. Understand?”
“Yes ma’am,” I replied nervously.
“It’s now protocol for me to strip you.”
I nodded, agreeing with her. My arousal was growing by the second. I was also afraid I might get in trouble once she found out I had nothing on me. Or…maybe she’d be relieved as well as excited right back?
My lips pressed together as she unbuttoned my blazer. She lifted my arms to remove them from the sleeves and placed my hands quickly back on the table from behind. My breath hitched when I felt the cold press of her badge on my skin. Her tight perky breasts brushed up my shoulder blades and I moaned softly.
“I have to remove your bra,” she said.
“Yes ma’am,” I nodded.
When she unclasped my bra, I felt her fingers slide slowly down my torso. I swallowed hard, feeling her touch linger on my skin.
“You’re going to have to take my pants off,” I said.
I felt her breathe heavily behind me as she unzipped my jeans. Her long lashes brushed my skin lightly as she pulled my jeans down. She cleared her throat nervously, seeing that I was only wearing a black G-string.
“I have to take your panties down,” she stated.
The sternness in her voice softened immediately when she saw how wet I was. I was practically dripping. A long string of juice followed my panties as she slowly rolled them down my legs.
It felt like she stood back to watch me, like she was taking in the view of my body exposed like this. I looked back at her and noticed her quickly fix her face from a sultry expression. I spread my legs out a little more and perked up my ass, inviting her to touch me and praying that she wouldn’t be gentle.
I shuddered in excitement when I heard her gloves pop on her wrists.
“Bend over the table,” she commanded.
When I did, I felt even more of my wetness drip out. I wanted her to fuck me so badly! The anticipation was killing me. I sighed in lust when she spread my cheeks apart. My walls were trembling, feeling her gloved fingers slip inside me. It felt like her thumb and two fingers went in my pussy. She dug deeply, twisting around as her fingers opened and shut. It felt so good, I could hear my juices squelching on her fingers.
“Cough for me,” she whispered, while holding her fingers deep.
I did as she asked and felt my voice break when I felt her fingers slide out.
“Well there’s no drugs in there,” she said. “Where exactly do I need to look?”
“I don’t know,” I replied breathlessly. “I think you should try again.”
“Oh really?” she asked.
I gasped, feeling her fingers slide back inside me. This time, she went nice and slow. Her motions were smooth and deliberate. I moaned softly as she slid in and out.
“Not like that,” I whispered seductively. “I think you’ll find what you’re looking for if you pump a little harder.”
“Like this?” she asked as her fingers inched deeper.
“Yes,” I moaned. “Just like that!”
“Or maybe…they’re in your ass?”
Her voice switched to this low raspy tone that made my nipples harden. It sounded so sexy, so demanding.
“They might be in both,” I whispered mischievously.
“They certainly might be,” she replied with a grin.
Once I felt fingers in my ass, I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I moaned loudly…uncontrollably. The sensation of being stuffed in both holes by such lovely hands had me creaming. I leaned over even further and gripped the table tight as I popped my ass back, meeting her thrusts. There was a strong climax building within me. I was about to explode at any moment. My legs shivered as she fucked me harder, stuffing me deep with both hands. I couldn’t hold it any longer. My pussy had been throbbing the whole time and it just let all that tension go without any effort. The release was exquisite! It was a hard thumping orgasm that made my heart skip a beat.
I pressed my cheeks on that cold hard table and breathed deeply. She slowly slipped all her fingers out of me and just stood back. I was still in that postcoital haze when she finally pulled me up.
Her lips gently brushed my neck but she didn’t kiss it. She just breathed on it, letting me feel the warmth of her mouth from behind. I felt she wanted to say something, but her radio buzzed before she could talk.
“Officer, we need you back in holding,” the voice said.
“Copy that,” she replied. “I’m on my way.”
She dressed me quickly and cuffed my wrists, from the front this time. I learned later that was a good sign that showed the other officers I wasn’t a threat.
“I’m sorry I lied to you,” I said softly as we walked.
She didn’t respond but just smiled and shook her head. When we reached the booking desk again, the hot officer told them she didn’t find anything and to let me go as soon as I blew under a .08.
I got out of there around 9AM. When I got home and undressed, I found a piece of paper tucked in my back pocket with a phone number. No name written, but a badly drawn doodle of a heart. I smiled and placed it neatly on the table…right where I left my purse.
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