The story continues, and he learns about mild bondage from a police woman. ***** Tiffany When I answered the door the following Friday evening, my neighbor Tiffany was standing there wearing her regular police uniform, complete with her service weapon and handcuffs. She was carrying a large brown paper shopping bag with the logo of a local Italian resta...
Warning. This story is extremely dirty and graphic. Please read chapters 1 and 2 first. *** I went back to the shower after mr. Warden had owned me. I knew that at this point I would be changed forever. For sure I no longer identified as straight. I knew no matter what happened I love cock too now. That was the most humiliating, embarrassing experience of...
Chapter Thirty-Four Detective Clark banged on the door to a nice McMansion on the northern most boundary of the city of Driftwood. His partner said, "Why not use the door bell?" "Ah, didn't see it," so he gave it a push and an audible sound came from inside of the spacious home. A few moments later and a middle aged gentleman answered the door and asked,...
On Monday, she came home. What Carrie hadn't expected was the police car at the front entranceway. She parked her own car and ran up the front path, turned the door handle then promptly crashed into the unyielding wooden door. Damn!" Hey you lot, open up in there. I'm home!" She banged on the door with her fists. It swung open and Carrie found herself st...
Entrapment - Federal Detective Caitlyn Alvarez Caitlyn flushed the condom and left the bathrooms. Ruben was fast asleep on the bed, a satisfied grin on his face. She smiled at the sight of him. Quickly, she wiggled into the tube top and miniskirt. The black lace thong had been accidentally left behind in the last client's room. That scrap of lingerie had co...
Still in each other's arms Bill whispered, "It is so nice to do that and still have you here with me." "I know, what would Katy do?" "Often I had to stop immediately, apparently going down on her is what triggered it the quickest. Once or twice she let me finish, but most times I had to stop. We'd wait for about twenty minutes and then we would start again...
I am driving down the road it had been a fairly quiet shift so far. I was showing the new bloke around the area and giving him a pep talk on what was expected of him. As I am driving I see a dark blue ford station wagon driving the opposite direction weaving in and out of its lane. I do a quick u-turn and pull the car over. I walk up to the drivers side and...
Running all over the Hood. Catching law-breaking Black men. And punishing them the best way I know how. That's what I do. I love to make them change their ways. This looks like a job for me, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Rhonda Jackson. I was born and raised in the City of Detroit, way down in the State of Michigan. My parents Antoine Jackson and Andrea M...
It's 7:30 on Friday night, in one of the last of the Golden Days of the 1990's, and I'm sitting at an upscale lounge. The lounge is in a shopping center that I hate going to. Just ten years ago, the whole area was a field that my friends and me used to play in, and there wasn't much in the area. Today, it is an over-glamorized bastion of overpriced plastic m...
It was a quiet Friday night, I was out drinking on my own at my local pub. I was waiting for my best female friend; Keri Wilson. We had grown up together, I had moved down to London from Glasgow as a teenager with my family and attended the same Secondary School as Keri. We met through being in the same class, and became friends with other friends of ours. K...