“Aw, what am I going to do with you?” She said just over the sound of my heavy breathing. This sounded more predatory than sympathetic.
She contemplated me for a moment. I watched her carefully as she looked briefly around, leaning over me, ponytail swinging from side to side. She seemed to come to a decision.
“Not a peep from you,” she admonished. The hand that had been resting on my crotch found my zipper and tugged it open. She unceremoniously groped inside my pants until she found the opening in my underwear, tugging my cock out into the open air.
“Tighty-whities,” she observed, “Cute.”
She sidled over my legs so that she was straddling my thighs. Pushing my cuffed hands up above my head she said, “Keep them there or I’ll cuff them behind your back.”
Her left hand remained on my cuffed wrists, pinning them to the headrest behind me while her right hand found my exposed cock again. Her grip on it was tight and she began to stroke again, up and down. I gasped at the intense sensation, and before the sound had left my mouth, she had leaned her body forward and her lips were on mine, squelching the sound and taking my breath away.
I was overwhelmed by the sensations, her hand stroking my cock faster and faster, her grip so strong it rode the edge between pleasure and pain. Her breath came out through her nose as her tongue pushed into my mouth. Her bulky police uniform pushed roughly against my chest.
I felt the urge to come start to rise again, and she seemed to sense this, pulling her lips away from mine. “Don’t you dare come on me,” she whispered, but didn’t let up on the stroking.
Just when I thought I couldn’t hold out any longer, she suddenly pushed my cock back into my underwear. With that, she started up her stroking anew, through my underwear but with no less zeal.
“I’m going to send you back to work with cum in your pants,” she said, matter-of-factly.
As the urge to come grew again, my body started to shudder. “Hold still,” she hissed, and clamped her body against me, pinning me to the seat. The combination of relentless friction on my cock, and her strong body holding me against the seat pushed me over the edge and I came, writhing against the weight of her body against mine.
We remained motionless for a long moment, frozen in our ridiculous pose, until she slowly withdrew her hand from inside my pants, wiping it on me and roughly pulling my zipper closed. Her other hand kept my cuffed wrists pinned against the seat as she started into my eyes.
“Not a word about this to anyone,” she warned, “or you’ll find yourself in some real trouble.” I didn’t doubt it for a second.
After another pause with her piercing blue-eyed gaze turning almost menacing, she slid off my legs. Pushing me toward the door which I hastily opened, she grabbed me by the shoulder just before I stepped out.
“See you next time kid,” she said with a sneer. “Remember, not a word, and this can be good for both of us.”
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