all the right
places. She pulled my hands up to fondle her tits through her bra, and she
sighed as my fingers groped for her nipples. She looked down at me with an
expression of pure lust as she ran her hands over my stab vest and down to my
trousers, unbuckling the belt and reaching in.
'Come on then Mr Policeman, I haven't got
long...' she breathed.
I unzipped her skirt and it fell behind her
somewhere, revealing hold up stockings and a lacy thong that formed a narrow v
between her legs. She was in good shape and I wondered if she wasn't getting
enough from her husband; probably some rich type too busy running his own
business to give her a proper seeing to. Or maybe she
just liked sex and wasn't too particular about who she did it with. Expertly I
unclipped her bra and took in the sight of a good firm pair, not large but
still perky and well shaped. She'd got my cock in her hand now, working the
shaft up and down and stroking my balls with just the right pressure. She
lifted herself up and peeled off her knickers, showing a neatly trimmed bush
and glistening lips. Then she was on me, working my trousers down and sliding
herself slowly down onto my cock while holding on to my shoulders. She gasped
as it went all the way in.
'Oh that feels so good...' she moaned.
She started bucking up and down, working her
hips back and forth so that I didn't have to do anything except sit there while
she bounced on me. Her hair was draped across my head and I could smell
cigarettes and wine again, mixed with her perfume and the hot, musky smell of
her body. I felt suddenly extremely horny and thrust my hips forward to meet
hers, our bodies bouncing together as we hurried towards climax. She leant back
and balanced her arms behind her on the dashboard, grinding herself onto my
cock and showing off those pert tits nicely in the dim light, the nipples erect
and pointed. I reached forward and pressed her clit and started rubbing it,
savouring the feel of the slick bud below the thin strip of crisp hair. She was
making a rhythmic gasping now in the back of her throat and grabbed my hand,
working it in harder, her other hand sliding and groping my balls.
'Come on, come on, do it faster....' she
said, her thighs slapping into me now as I felt the familiar tingling rising up
in my thighs. Then she arched her back again and gave out a long sighing groan
as her body stiffened into orgasm. I raised myself up slightly to get a bit
more pressure so that I could finish, ramming into her and exploding into her
tight hole as the last shudders of her own orgasm died down.
She peeled herself off me and dressed quickly
in the confined space of the car, wriggling into her skirt and blouse and
leaving her underwear on the floor. She crawled over to the driver's seat as I
got myself dressed. Gripping the steering wheel she turned to me with a smile.
'Is there a problem, officer?'
I grinned back. 'No problem madam. Sorry to
have bothered you.'
And with that I was out of the car. Five
minutes later I was driving home, my uniform safely stowed under the back seat.
2
You've probably already guessed that I wasn't
a real copper. My name's Carl Sanders, I'm 31 and I am, or was, a kitchen and
bathroom salesman. I suppose what I did was some kind of compulsion, but it
didn't feel like that. It just felt like something to get the adrenaline going.
Some men drink to get it, some take drugs, some go dogging and some throw
themselves out of aeroplanes or join the TA. With me it was the IPO game - Impersonating a Police Officer. An offence under section 90, Police Act, 1996. I’d learnt
that bit of the law off by heart. Christ only knew why I was doing it, but the
more I did it the deeper I got myself involved in it, and the more I had to do
to get the same high.
I did things properly. Most IPO offenders are
amateurs; one step up from gippos who charge old biddies thousands of pounds
for building work they don't
places. She pulled my hands up to fondle her tits through her bra, and she
sighed as my fingers groped for her nipples. She looked down at me with an
expression of pure lust as she ran her hands over my stab vest and down to my
trousers, unbuckling the belt and reaching in.
'Come on then Mr Policeman, I haven't got
long...' she breathed.
I unzipped her skirt and it fell behind her
somewhere, revealing hold up stockings and a lacy thong that formed a narrow v
between her legs. She was in good shape and I wondered if she wasn't getting
enough from her husband; probably some rich type too busy running his own
business to give her a proper seeing to. Or maybe she
just liked sex and wasn't too particular about who she did it with. Expertly I
unclipped her bra and took in the sight of a good firm pair, not large but
still perky and well shaped. She'd got my cock in her hand now, working the
shaft up and down and stroking my balls with just the right pressure. She
lifted herself up and peeled off her knickers, showing a neatly trimmed bush
and glistening lips. Then she was on me, working my trousers down and sliding
herself slowly down onto my cock while holding on to my shoulders. She gasped
as it went all the way in.
'Oh that feels so good...' she moaned.
She started bucking up and down, working her
hips back and forth so that I didn't have to do anything except sit there while
she bounced on me. Her hair was draped across my head and I could smell
cigarettes and wine again, mixed with her perfume and the hot, musky smell of
her body. I felt suddenly extremely horny and thrust my hips forward to meet
hers, our bodies bouncing together as we hurried towards climax. She leant back
and balanced her arms behind her on the dashboard, grinding herself onto my
cock and showing off those pert tits nicely in the dim light, the nipples erect
and pointed. I reached forward and pressed her clit and started rubbing it,
savouring the feel of the slick bud below the thin strip of crisp hair. She was
making a rhythmic gasping now in the back of her throat and grabbed my hand,
working it in harder, her other hand sliding and groping my balls.
'Come on, come on, do it faster....' she
said, her thighs slapping into me now as I felt the familiar tingling rising up
in my thighs. Then she arched her back again and gave out a long sighing groan
as her body stiffened into orgasm. I raised myself up slightly to get a bit
more pressure so that I could finish, ramming into her and exploding into her
tight hole as the last shudders of her own orgasm died down.
She peeled herself off me and dressed quickly
in the confined space of the car, wriggling into her skirt and blouse and
leaving her underwear on the floor. She crawled over to the driver's seat as I
got myself dressed. Gripping the steering wheel she turned to me with a smile.
'Is there a problem, officer?'
I grinned back. 'No problem madam. Sorry to
have bothered you.'
And with that I was out of the car. Five
minutes later I was driving home, my uniform safely stowed under the back seat.
2
You've probably already guessed that I wasn't
a real copper. My name's Carl Sanders, I'm 31 and I am, or was, a kitchen and
bathroom salesman. I suppose what I did was some kind of compulsion, but it
didn't feel like that. It just felt like something to get the adrenaline going.
Some men drink to get it, some take drugs, some go dogging and some throw
themselves out of aeroplanes or join the TA. With me it was the IPO game - Impersonating a Police Officer. An offence under section 90, Police Act, 1996. I’d learnt
that bit of the law off by heart. Christ only knew why I was doing it, but the
more I did it the deeper I got myself involved in it, and the more I had to do
to get the same high.
I did things properly. Most IPO offenders are
amateurs; one step up from gippos who charge old biddies thousands of pounds
for building work they don't
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