I check the front door and find it unlocked. I slowly turn the knob and open the door, slipping inside. I slip my shoes off and carry them with me, trying not to make a sound. I begin looking around the place for valuables. I know I don’t have much time so I decide to find the jewelry… easy to carry and can make more money off them than a big television. I make my way through the house until I find the bedroom. It seems like the most logical place to find jewelry. I creep up to the dresser and reach out for the jewelry box sitting atop the dresser.

“Stop right there!”

My heart leaps in my chest because I know I have been caught. I slowly begin to turn around to see who it is that caught me. I am looking at the ground and spot the toes of black boots. My eyes begin to slowly rise up as they follow the boots… along the calves, up to the knees, all the way to the thighs! There is just a small gap between the tops of the boots and the bottom of a black skirt. I can see dark fishnet stockings along the creamy thighs. I am scared but I can’t help but notice a twitching in my groin.

“Now look, I don’t want any trouble… I must have come in the wrong house. So sorry ma’am” All I can hope is that I can talk my way out of this. I realize it won’t work when my eyes notice that above the black skirt is a black belt with handcuffs and holster resting upon the hips. I can see the badge pinned upon ample breasts. Another twitch in my jeans. Looking at the face of the police officer standing in front of me, my breath is taken away. The most gorgeous eyes are glaring at me. I am entranced by their beauty; I can’t tell if my rapid heartbeat is because I know I am going to jail or this vision of delight in front of me. Suddenly I have to turn slightly away from her because it is hard to hide my excitement.

“Turn around and put your hands on the dresser… NOW!”

I turn around and place my hands on the dresser. No need to worry about hiding my erection. My fear has taken over my amorous feelings quickly. I feel the cold metal of handcuffs being slipped over one wrist. My arm is yanked painfully behind my back and a strong hand pulls my other arm back. The metal bracelet is deftly snapped in to place around my other wrist. The policewoman pulls up hard on the handcuffs with one hand and pushes hard in my back with the other. My face goes forward into the dresser and I am pressed hard against the smooth wood.

“Do you have any weapons on you?” I hear her say as she begins to pat me down.

“No ma’am, nothing on me… I promise.” Her hands still run along my legs, my sides, and arms. Her fingertips run slowly across my back, down my back… this doesn’t feel like the usual pat down other burly, macho cops have given me. She steps up against me, pressed up against me hard. Her right hand slides around and lays flat against my stomach and the left reaches up and starts running through my hair. Quickly she grabs a handful of hair and pulls me upright again. I am pulled a step back from the dresser, up against her body firmly. She has my head pulled back sharply, so her mouth is right next to my ear.

“Nothing on you, huh? Then what is this?” Her right hand slides down to my crotch and grabs hard. I exhale sharply with a mixture of surprise and a little pain. “I don’t like being lied to… don’t do it again!”

“Yes ma’am. I’m sorry.” My mind is racing and confused. What in the world is going on?

“I guess I need to see exactly what it is you are hiding from me.”

“I promise, I am not hiding anything!” I let out a yelp as I feel a sharp pull on my ear as the officer bites on my ear lobe.

“Do not lie to me!” She hisses fiercely at me.

The officer quickly grabs my belt buckle and tugs at it roughly. It doesn’t want to budge. Frustrated, the officer spins me around and shoves me on to the bed. I fall back and feel a sharp pain as I land on the handcuffs. The officer climbs on the bed and kneels with one leg across my chest, facing my feet. She makes quick work of my belt buckle and slips the belt from its loops. I raise my head up to see what is going on and right in front of me is the most beautiful ass barely covered by the skirt rising up atop her hips. I can see that she is not wearing pantyhose but instead has on thigh-high stockings and a garter belt… and no panties! I can’t help myself as I lean up as far as I can and place a gentle kiss against the fishnet stockings that run along the smooth skin of her thigh.

I quickly gasp and fall back as a strong grip squeezes my groin again.

“I did not say you could touch me! You have been a bad boy…” The grip lightens up and slowly becomes a strong caress. My mind swims as I try and figure out exactly what I am supposed to do and what is going on here.

Her hand stops rubbing me as it slides up to the top of my jeans and fights with freeing the button and zipper. My pants undone, she slaps my hip hard and tells me to raise my hips. I struggle to lift my hips up under the pressure of her leg. Seeing that I couldn’t move, the officer slides her leg across my body and sits straddle me; that luscious ass just inches from my face. I lift up my hips up off the bed and she tugs and pushes my pants down below my knees.

“Hmmm, very nice choice of underwear… nothing I expected from some two-bit hood.” Her hands begin to run across the smooth material of my tight boxer-briefs. She touches along my thighs and around to my bottom. As she runs her hands all over my underwear, she carefully avoids touching my penis directly. Her hands and fingers graze me softly ever so often, teasing me. It is driving me mad and in my lust I once again raise my head up and give the inside of her thigh a soft, quick lick.

“What is wrong?