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The blonde’s hairs lay flat over her forehead and fell in unruly patterns over her blue eyes. She shook her head to try to dislodge their annoying tickling, her hand moved to sweep them away, but the police issue handcuffs that secured her to the bed held firm. Her naked body was spread-eagled over the mattress, both hands in identical cuffs, one ankle tied to the foot of the bed with a black necktie, and the other with a black leather belt. She had struggled at first, but he was a good 5 inches taller than her 5' 7" and weighed at least 30 pounds heavier. Once he had pinned her down and tightened the restraints, he stood next to the bed and slowly peeled off his clothes.
"I've got an idea," she said. "How about if we ...."
She looked up into eyes the color of jade and which were now just as cold.
"I'll tell you when to talk." His voice had an edge of menace that silenced her immediately.
The bed dipped as he climbed up next to her and slid one leg across her hips, straddling her. He relaxed onto her, his buttocks resting on the top of her thighs, and when she glanced down, she could see his semi-stiff cock peeping above the rise of her stomach. He reached over the side of the bed and came up holding a Police Traffic Officer's cap, which he placed on the back of his head. Grinning, he leaned forward and took hold of both her breasts in his hands, his thumbs brushing up and over her nipples as he worked the soft compliant flesh between his fingers. His hands massaged, molded, and squeezed the full mounds, making sure that the buds at the apex of each got plenty of attention. The process of friction and manipulation was raising pink peaks from the surrounding skin into stiff hard nubs standing up and growing a deeper color all the time.
Letting one hand continue playing with her tits, he drew the other down over her abdomen to the top of her soft triangle of curls. She started at his touch, attempting to wriggle up the bed, but he dropped his weight onto her legs, holding her in place. He tut-tutted at her, shaking his head disapprovingly, then pushed his hand roughly between her legs. She clenched her buttocks, but he started moving his hand up and down her sex, rubbing his fingers along the slit between her lips. Probing into her tunnel, he dipped his fingertips into her as she began to produce a thin film of moisture. While he played with her pussy, she felt his penis stiffen as it filled with blood. He leaned forward, so his erection was lying along her stomach and rubbed his palm against her clit.
With a quick, powerful movement, he pushed two fingers deep into her, up to his second knuckle. She squealed at this coarse entry into her. His fingers went deeper and began to slide rapidly inside her. He could feel her pussy getting slippery and wet as he continued to frig her. When he felt her vaginal wall muscles clench, he looked up at her face. Her eyes were closed, her cheeks were flushed red, and her nipples were dark and unyielding to his touch. She looked like she was on the brink of orgasm.
He slipped his fingers out. Her eyes popped open. "No! Don't stop now!"
Grinning, he pushed his hand under her ass cheeks, pulling them off the bed; and with her hips raised up in this position, he dragged a pillow under her buttocks. This kept her pussy spread wide, exposed, and in the air. Leaning off the bed again, he picked through the discarded cop uniform on the floor until he found what he was looking for, the standard-issue nightstick baton.
He placed the black instrument against the length of her slit, stroking it between her swollen lips until the shaft was glistening with her juices. While he stroked it over her, she hissed tried to grind on it lifting her hips to meet the tormenting truncheon. Moving it away from her groin, he brought the end to rest at the entrance to her pussy, and she winced and smiled as he slowly introduced the rod into her opening. Deeper and deeper he pushed, further the stick went in, her breath now coming in short sharp gasps between animal grunts. When he was satisfied with the length he had inserted, he moved forward on her.
His cock left a snail trail of pre-cum on her skin as he moved up her torso until he reached the valley between her breasts where he stopped. Pressing her tits together with his left hand, he slid his cock into the newly created cleft. He now began an unhurried tempo of sliding his cock between her breasts, flexing his back and hips in a steady rhythm. Scrunching her eyes closed, she matched his rhythm with her hips, fucking herself on the toy he rotated inside her.
He built up the pace getting faster and faster, the dark purple head of his erection rapidly appearing then disappearing between her pale globes. His buttocks clenched as the muscles at the top of his thighs started to tighten, he straightened up, his cock standing above her. He began to stroke and rubbed the length of his shaft, bringing himself closer to his climax. The first spurt left his cock with such force it fell across her forehead and into her hair. His next eruption fell short, landing partly on her lips, the rest hitting the side of her face. He continued to masturbate, sending ropes of cum over her breasts and stomach. All the while, his right hand rotated the rod that filled her pussy.
As he milked the final drops of his fluid onto her heaving chest, he felt her whole body stiffen and writhe on the bed. Her eyes clenched shut, breathing through her open mouth, overwhelmed by her orgasm, she thrashed on the bed beneath him. Her spasming vaginal walls clamped down on the baton he rotated before he slowly pulled it clear and tossed it back onto the pile of police uniform.
"What have you got to say now?" he asked.
Gasping for air, "I'm … sorry … sorry."
Will you do it again?"
"No … never … not … again."
"I want to hear you say it properly," he said.
Still breathless after her climax, she grinned and said, "I will … never stop … you … for speeding … again."
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