Blorn: In Uniform
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				Title: <strong>Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>17-01-2008, 21:21:49</strong>
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				She sat in her car on the dirt shoulder of the road with a sigh, the engine ticking over with the beginning fade of heat after she cut it and put both hands on the steering wheel with a sigh. The dashboard in front of her was lit with the shifting flash of the silent lights from the cop car behind her, that also picked out the figure of the officer that rose like a dreaded apparition from the driver's side to walk up to her car.<br><br>Swallowing a groan and sitting up straight, she rolled down the window and looked out and up at him with dark-lined eyes and dark, curled hair pinned back from her face, a black button-down blouse and black skirt over black hose, and black heels. After all, she liked the basics, and what more basic color was there than that?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>17-01-2008, 21:31:11</strong>
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				Officer BJ Cummings had spotted the car speeding down the relatively empty road. He pulled out and quickly pulled up behind the driver, flashing on his lights. Luckily, the driver decided not to continue and pulled over. He ran the plates before stepping out of his car. It wasn't stolen, and the driver - a woman - didn't have any priors or warrants. Should be a pretty normal stop.<br><br>He steps out of his car, proceeding up to hers from the drivers side, one hand resting on the holster of his gun - just in case. She rolled down the window as he approached and he peered in. "Drivers License and proof of insurance please, ma'am." He says, using the oppurtunity to look down the top of her shirt as she turns away from him. Not bad, he thought.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>17-01-2008, 21:35:25</strong>
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				The insurance was easy enough to provide - the card was tucked up atop the visor, held there in the clip of a St. Christopher's medal her grandmother had given her when she'd bought the car a few years before.<br><br>The driver's license, though... her cheeks went pink as she realized that it was still tucked neatly into her bra, which had been the simplest place to put it. She'd gone to a club in town to watch a friend's band play, not drinking, but they'd required I.D. for entrance nonetheless, and since she'd gone there to dance, Daria Blorn had simply tucked the little plasticine card into the upper part of her bra cup.<br><br>So now, in full view of the cop, she had to snake her hand into the neckline of her blouse and draw it out to offer, still warm, to his outstretched hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>17-01-2008, 21:39:49</strong>
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				The Officer watches in amusement as she reaches in between her breasts to pull out her drivers license. He takes it from her and her insurance, feeling the warmth of the card between his fingers. An odd place to keep your ID, he thought, casting her a look as he takes a step back to examine both items. Both seemed genuine. He leans in again, about to return them both to her, when he notices the distinct smell of alcohol emitting from her. He pauses and looks down at her again.<br><br>"Miss...Blorn." He says, referring to the card. "Where are you headed from tonight?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>17-01-2008, 21:42:38</strong>
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				the seconds ticked by interminably long as he examined the id and insurance card, and she was relieved to reach for them again when he asked his question. "Uh... The Elbo Room," she hesitantly named the club, offering an uncertain smile. "I went to see a friend's band play... somebody spilled a drink on me, I'm trying to get home and change and get back before the next set."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>17-01-2008, 21:45:36</strong>
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				He looks at her. Right, he though, changing clothes. He places her ID and Insurance on the top of the car and takes another step back. "Ma'am, I'm going to have to ask you to step out of the car." He says, hand returning to his holster in case she tried anything. A brief glance in the rest of her car didn't reveal any peculiar items, or cans of beer. It didn't seem like a plausible story to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>17-01-2008, 21:50:54</strong>
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				Didn't he believe her? "Officer, I know how I must smell," she said as he stepped back, and reluctantly she pushed the door open and swung her legs out to exit the car - the thick-bottomed high heels she was wearing gleaming in the lights from his car, emphasizing the arch of her calves, and black hose wrapping up thighs that disappeared under a skirt that she smoothed nervously as she shut the door, obviously feeling like she wanted to tug it down as she stood on the side of the quiet road.<br><br>"But it's the truth. The spill was right here-" she turned her hip toward him, waving a hand at her hip and side. "I tried to dry it with paper towels first..." Daria trailed off, looking at him hopefully.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>17-01-2008, 21:54:25</strong>
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				He shakes his head. In the light it was hard to make the stain - if there was one - on her hip. Her motion did give him a good view of her figure and he found himself happy that he had pulled her over tonight. "I'm sure theres a stain their Ma'am, but I am going to have to listen to my gut on this matter." He moved over to the white line of the shoulder. "Walk along this line - one foot in front of the other please." He says, then demonstrates what he wants her to do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>17-01-2008, 22:00:37</strong>
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				Her arm dropped again with a sigh, and she shook her head in quiet irritation as she went to the white line at the edge of the pavement, and walked one foot before the other along the line, trying to keep from grumbling. If she missed the start of the next set, Janie was going to be pissed, she knew it...<br><br>Lost in her irritated thoughts, taking the small steps, one of her heels came down on a little rock that was on the line, and threw her balance off enough to make her stumble abruptly forward with a yelp.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>17-01-2008, 22:02:47</strong>
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				Clearly she had been drinking as she stumbles forward. Shaking his head, he takes her by the arm and leads her off to the side of the road. "Ok...next I want you to follow my finger with your eyes - don't move your head, just your eyes. Understand?" He says, holding up his index finger a few inches in front of her, moving it from side to side as she studies the movement of her eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>17-01-2008, 22:15:00</strong>
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				"There was a rock," she said quickly as he drew her off onto the shoulder again, and she stood with her hands on her hips, eyes encircled by the dark, smokey liner moving in her still head as she followed the motion of his finger. "I haven't had anything to drink tonight, officer!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>17-01-2008, 22:19:02</strong>
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				"There is no need to get belligerent, ma'am." He says. Belligerence often meant they were intoxicated. She had failed the sobriety test, been pulled over for speeding, and was acting with anger towards him. He steps to the side of her car - between it and the woods behind them. "Please place your hands on the top of you car, legs shoulder width apart. Do you have any weapons or sharp items on your person that I should know about?" He says, proceeding with the standards of a DUI.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>17-01-2008, 22:21:07</strong>
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				"What?!" She stared at him, horror slowly dawning as she realized that he actually thought she was drunk, and slowly she moved toward the side of the car, lifting her hands to lay on top of it. "Weapons or sharp things? God no, not unless you call a hairpin a sharp thing," she said, lifting a hand to touch one of the little paste-gemmed bobby pins that was holding her hair back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>17-01-2008, 22:34:53</strong>
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				He grabs her hand as she reaches back for the hairpin - he wasn't about to take any chances and for all he knew, she hid a small knife in her hair. It did happen - hell, people hid drugs up their asses. He twists her arm behind her back, pressing her against the car, his body trapping her there as he reaches up for her other hand, pulling that one back behind her too. He uses one hand to hold both her wrists, one leg in between hers so she can't move, and slaps handcuffs onto her. "That wasn't smart." He hisses into her ear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>17-01-2008, 22:40:26</strong>
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				His reaction to her movement was completely unexpected - Daria had never run afoul of the law before, and didn't realize that so innocuous a movement could be seen as an act of aggression.<br><br>So suddenly one hand was twisted up behind her, and she was trapped between the cop and the side of her own car, her other arm twisted back and then the two cuffed to each other against her spine. "HEY!" Without thinking about how it might look, she squirmed, her wrists twisting and yanking in the cuffs. "What the hell!? You can't cuff me for speeding!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>17-01-2008, 22:43:32</strong>
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				As she squirms, he presses his hand between her shoulder blades, pinning her against the car. "Stop resisting!" He says with a little forth, his other hand holding the link between the cuffs. "I cuffed you for my safety so don't let it escalate." He hisses at her. This close to her, her squirming was rather enticing. The road was empty and usually was at this time of night...there would be little risk of some one coming by...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>17-01-2008, 22:46:48</strong>
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				"Your safety?" she said incredulously, letting out an unconscious whimper as he pressed against her; he was warm against her back, and she couldn't help but be terribly aware of his leg between her thighs, especially after the given tease that was club-dancing. "What do you think I'm going to do, flick a bobby pin at you? Jesus!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>17-01-2008, 22:50:16</strong>
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				"I still haven't checked you for anything you might have on you." He says, moving both his hands down to her hips. He slides them up to her armpits, making no attempt to avoid letting his finger tips brush the sides of her breasts. He moves one hand to squeeze her hair, near where she had reached, making sure there wasn't anything there. He enjoyed the way she felt under his touch, and shifted a little, pressing his leg a little more between hers, his thigh pressing near her sex. He slides his hands back down, slipping thumbs inside the waistband of her skirt, making sure nothing was there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>17-01-2008, 23:02:33</strong>
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				With an irritated sigh, Daria tried to relax, even though her instinct was to try to shove back when he pressed against her. Her cuffed hands didn't move when he felt his way down her sides and back up, brushing the sides of her breasts just enough that she inhaled a little.<br><br>Between her legs, his shifted, and abruptly she felt his thumbs dipping inside the waistband of her skirt - and she became increasingly aware of the face that she was quite alone, on a quiet road, cuffed and leaned against by this officer. "There's, uh..." She stopped, licking her lips, and glanced up over her shoulder at him. "There's nothing there," she assured him quickly, feeling how his thumbs were under the cloth. Could he tell that she hadn't panties on, to keep from marring the smooth cloth of her skirt?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>18-01-2008, 01:36:34</strong>
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				If he noticed that she wasn't wearing any panties, he didn't let on. He slid his hands upwards now, over her stomach, then probing at the base of her breasts. The position brings him pressed up against her back, her rear pressed into his loin, even as his hands move upwards and grab her breasts, squeezing them firmly, his breath hot against her ear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>18-01-2008, 14:12:06</strong>
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				What had been insinuated by that brushes against the sides of her breasts was brought abruptly to the fore as she full-out grabbed them, and pushed forward to press her against the car. She could feel hardness against her back and butt, and her mind raced to identify flashlight, nightstick.<br><br>"Oh! ...are you sure this is asll really necessary, Officer..." Her head turned, bringing her face very close to his as she searched out his namepatch, and then met his eyes. "...Cummings?" from here she could feel the breath that had been on her ear puffing against lips that she nervously licked. He really was kind of handsome, she realized, even if he had gone overboard and was taking this -way- too far.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>18-01-2008, 15:15:39</strong>
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				"Of course..." He says, squeezing her breasts a little more firmly. His fingers then begin to unbutton her blouse in the front, all the while he remains pressed up against her. "I need to check your bra..." He says, almost justifying his actions. "...you wouldn't believe some of the things we've found hidden in a womans bra." He says, pulling her blouse out of her skirt as he finishes the last of the buttons, no easy feet when done from behind. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>18-01-2008, 15:36:46</strong>
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				She stiffened at that last squeeze, rising up on her toes a little; she could feel his pant-covered leg between her stockinged thighs, and she hoped he didn't try to push any further upward.<br><br>Bit by bit, button by button he opened the black blouse, revealing the one bit of color she'd bothered with in her outfit - a wine red bra, cups as smooth as the cloth that had covered them. "There's nothing in my bra that doesn't belong there," she insisted quietly, hear head still turned toward him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>18-01-2008, 15:40:24</strong>
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				"Hmm..." He says in response, slipping his hands up over her expose bra, then sliding his fingers between the silk-smooth cups and the flesh of her breasts. His marauding fingers are clearly not searching for anything, instead caressing over her nipples, pinching them between thumb and forefinger. "You like that?" He hisses into her ear, pressing his leg up against her a little more, his hands a little more rough as they tweak her nipples.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>18-01-2008, 15:54:57</strong>
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				Daria contained her agitation while his hands slid over the outside of her bra, but then they slid inside the cloth, rubbing and pinching, and she let out a yelp, her body jerking reflexively back against his.<br><br>"Oh! Stop it, stop!" She yelped, squirming as his fingers grasped and plucked, and she felt his leg shift upward, pressing up against her now between her legs. Her cheeks were going hot and crimson in the cool night air, and she knew there was already a little heat in the part of her that was now pressed atop his thigh, against his crisp dark pants.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>18-01-2008, 16:30:31</strong>
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				He ignores her pleas, feeling her starting to grow hot against his leg. It hadn't crossed his mind that she might like such rough handling. His hands pulling her bra down, completely exposing her breasts to the night air now. He leans forward, craning his neck to look at her breasts as he continues to fondle her. His own excitement was beginning to grow, though she would hardly be able to tell what exactly was poking into her - flashlight, baton, cock. Her squirming only added to his own excitement.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>18-01-2008, 16:33:33</strong>
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				The cool air washed over her nipples for a moment, her breasts forced upward by the taut cloth of the bra cups jerked beneath them, and then his warm palms were on her again, his chin digging a little into the hollow of her shoulder.<br><br>The press of something against her rump grew, and Daria let out a little frightened moan, realizing what it was - and knowing what that realization was doing to her, as she shifted and squirmed and only succeeded in rubbing herself against his leg. "Oh... Officer, please!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>18-01-2008, 16:36:57</strong>
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				Her words could mean a handful of things, and he nips her neck with his mouth before removing his hands from her breasts. One hand returns to pressing between his shoulders, and he takes a half step back. His other hand quickly moves down her back and to the hem of her skirt, lifting it up. It is then that he sees her nakedness. He grins, sliding a hand down over her butt, slipping it between her legs. "What do we have here?" He asks, rubbing his hand over her dampening pussy lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>18-01-2008, 16:42:21</strong>
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				She inhaled sharply when he nipped the side of her neck, but finally he did let go of her breasts and step back, and she had a moment to let out a soft sigh of relief - until she felt his hand run down and drag up her skirt! With a yelp, she rose up on her toes again as his hand slid between her still-parted thighs, rubbing right over the wetness that, to her shame, had only gotten more pronounced with him pressed against her.<br><br>"N-nothing! Nothing, there's nothing there! Please, just finish frisking me and... let me go, write a ticket, whatever!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>18-01-2008, 16:51:24</strong>
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				He grins at her obvious arousal and shame at being so aroused by his touch. "I don't know, I think i need to investigate it a little more." He says, squatting down behind her. He had always enjoyed eating pussy, and this one was just begging for him to do so. He presses his face between her legs, mouth closing over her pussy, his tongue plunging right in amongst her folds. He wasn't going to beat around the bush (no pun intended) in this case - teasing was for more intimate settings and this was far from it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>18-01-2008, 16:59:42</strong>
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				She heard his movement as he squatted, but before she could look she felt his mouth pushed up against her from beneath, tongue driving into the tangy wet heat between her folds. A cry spilled from her lips, her hands clenching together against her back for a moment as she hung on the precipice of indecision... and then threw herself in, widening her stance a little to press down against him. "Find anything... dangerous?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>18-01-2008, 17:07:31</strong>
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				It seemed that as soon as he plunged his tongue amongst her folds, she caved into her own desires. He pulls away long enough to respond. "It all depends on how you...use it." He says, plunging his tongue back in amongst her folds, rough tongue rubbing over her clit. He moves his hands to spread her ass cheeks apart, giving him better access to her womanhood.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>18-01-2008, 17:10:52</strong>
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				The ferocity with which his mouth attacked her was startling, and she let out a surprised little moan as the force of it made her lean forward against her car again. God, it felt good to have something happening between her thighs... but this was abuse of power, wasn't it? He had her handcuffed on the side of the road, for god's sake! "You shouldn't... ah... be doing that," she gasped out weakly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>18-01-2008, 17:20:18</strong>
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				Clearly she really thought otherwise, as his tongue continued to probe her pussy. One hand reared back and slapped her ass as he sucked on her pussy, slipping his tongue in amongst her folds once more. A minute or two later, he finally pulls back, though continues to examine her pussy with his hand. "I think its your best chance of getting off a ticket." He whispers into her ear, slapping her ass again even as he slides a finger into her warm, moist opening.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>18-01-2008, 17:29:14</strong>
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				Under the slap, her rump jiggled nicely, the flesh quivering as she stiffened over his mouth and yelped, squirming as his tongue delved inward again. Then his breath was washing over her ear again, hot and yet somehow making her shiver, letting out a soft, whimpery moan as a finger, slimmer but longer than his tongue, slid up into her. "Please... Officer, I don't care about the ticket, I- oh! I just can't be late..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>18-01-2008, 17:42:06</strong>
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				"Then you'd best behave and do as you're told." He says, removing the probing finger, but only so he can spin her around to face him. He brings his finger up to her mouth, even as he leans forward to suck on her hardened nipples, pulling each one into his mouth, lolling his tongue over then, and biting down on them gently with his teach. His own hardness was pressing against the confines of his pants.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>18-01-2008, 17:47:00</strong>
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				She can smell the familiar scent of herself on his finger even before she sees the wet gleam made strange in the silent flashing lights from his parked patrol car, and with a reluctant moan, she opens her mouth and dips her head forward to surround his extended finger, sucking her own wetness form his skin while his lips and tongue are occupied with her upthrust, bare breasts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>18-01-2008, 17:52:20</strong>
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				He enjoys the feel of her mouth around his finger. It seemed he had pulled over a horny slut. Just his luck, he thought, as he slowly pulls his finger out of her mouth and begins to unzip the front of his pants. "Suck on this." He whispers into her ear once he lifts his head up from her breasts, his tongue biting down on her ear love, before he takes a step back, pulling his hardened rod out from his pants. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>18-01-2008, 18:06:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When his finger tugged, she stopped sucking, and leaned back against the car, the cold metal feeling good against her warm palms as she watched... and he let free what she'd felt grow against her rump a few minutes before.<br><br>Daria hesitated, looking from his cock up at him, and then turning to look anxiously down the road each way - darkness, as far as she could see. "I... we really... shouldn't..." she said hesitantly, looking him fully over for the first time; there was something inutterably attractive about him in the clean lines of his uniform, dark car still on his head, a weapon at his hip... and finally she bent forward at the hips, head turning to press her parting lips against the end of his shaft and suck it in.<br>&nbsp;Telling herself it was just to get this all over with... but the wet heat that had coated his fingers disagreed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>18-01-2008, 18:37:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He grabs her hair and pulls her back up, pressing her against the car. He presses down on her shoulders, forcing her either down onto her knees or for her to squat, keeping her upright either way. He would bend her over later, and not to give him a blowjob. "Like that..." He says, presenting his cock to her again. He got a thrill out of doing this in such a public place, but knew there was little chance of anyone happening upon them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>18-01-2008, 18:56:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dragged unexpectedly upright, she let out a soft shriek as she straightened, and was staring up at him as he forced her downward; weak knees bent, lowering her to a crouch, her back brushing against the side of the car. For a moment she swayed, looking up at him, and then her attention fell to the barely wet tip of his cock. Her tongue teased out, licking at the knob of it before she opened her mouth and took him in, sucking urgently.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>18-01-2008, 19:03:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He lets out a soft moan as she once again takes his cock into her mouth, eagerly sucking on him. His cock is a good 8 inches long, with decent girth. His balls, still concealed, are clean shaven too, keeping his skin nice and smooth. His hand remains tangled in her hair, letting her do all the work right now. "Hmm...suck that cock..." He moans, looking down at her, watching her take his cock into her mouth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>18-01-2008, 19:11:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				If Daria had given herself time to think, she'd be absolutely horrified at what she was doing - crouched beside her car, handcuffed, sucking off a cop who pulled her over for speeding! As it was, though, the woman was entrenched in the situation, and it was a bit of a turn on to feel the breath of wind against the wetness under her skirt while her head bobbed on him, his shaft glistening in front of her lips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>18-01-2008, 19:17:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His hips begin to move, slowly at first, as his grip in her hair tightens, forcing more of his length into her mouth and throat even. His own arousal is growing, looking down at her, her perk breasts on display, his cock in her mouth. It was enough to bring him close to orgasm, which he could feel building in the base of his cock. "Fuck yeah..make me cum all in your mouth.." He pants, starting to face fuck her with a little more force.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>18-01-2008, 19:27:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A soft whimpery moan burbled up in her throat as his hand tightened in her hair, pulling it a little in his effort to start directing her, and then his hips began to pump, the meaty rod sliding between her lips, until she gave up trying to suckle or lave him with her tongue. She curled her lips carefully over her teeth, using them to make a tighter ring of pressure around his cock, and started to suck in rhythm with his thrusts, trying to stifle the reflexive urge to gag has his cockhead started bumping into the top of her throat, and then deeper still.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>18-01-2008, 19:35:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Fuck..." He moans again, feeling her tighten his mouth around his cock, the head of it brushing into her throat now. It wouldn't be long now before he would cum, and he thrust his hips faster into her, urging himself on. He knew it would not feel like fucking her in the pussy or ass, but for now it was what he wanted. "You better swallow every drop of cum." He says, staring down at her, before groaning once more, his release peaking. His cock swelled and pulsated in her mouth, his sticky seed spewing into the back of her throat.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>18-01-2008, 19:43:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				he sped up, and she couldn't really do much but hold for him, keeping her lips taut around his cock as he fucked her face harder, waiting, panting through her nose - until his shaft swelled a little, and she felt and tasted his thick spill in the top of her throat. Automatically she began to swallow, hating having to spit cum out (it always seemed strangely uncouth to be a spitter), not stopping until the pulsing slowed, and she felt his shaft begin to slacken between her lips. Then she let go and tilted her head back, looking up at him with question in her eyes. "Can I go now, officer?" she asked, her voice soft and husky.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>18-01-2008, 19:49:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm not done with you yet." He responds, pulling his cock out of her mouth and pulling her to her feet. "Stay right there." Not like she could go anywhere, and by the way she was acting, she probably wouldn't want to leave. He makes his way back to his car and returns with a blanket, which he lays out on the ground beside her car. He takes her by the arm and leads her over to it. "Lay down." He commands, pointing to the blanket. He could have used the backseat of her car, he supposed, but this gave greater freedom of movement.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>18-01-2008, 19:51:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She'd been a little hopeful - though she was pretty sure by this point she never make it home and back in time for the second set - but when he brought out the blanket and commanded her to lay down, something thrilled inside the young woman. Her heels crunched in the dirt and rocks as she moved to the blanket, and sank gingerly to her knees, but no farther before looking up at him. "I can't really lay down with my hands cufffed behind my back," she protested, even pouting a little.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>18-01-2008, 19:56:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He saw no harm in uncuffing her and quickly moved over, his cock bobbing in semi-flaccid state, and uncuffed her. Standing behind her still, he pulls her opened blouse off shortly followed by her bra. "Now you can lay down." He says, admiring her naked body, his cock returned to full mast already. He moves around in front of her and kneels down between her legs, parting them with his hands before plunging his tongue back amongst her folds.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>18-01-2008, 20:00:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Silent while he unlocked the cuffs, she turned after he jerked the remainder of her clothing from her, leaving her in her rucked-up skirt, stockings, and heels; the breeze brushed over her bare skin as she lay back on the blanket, nipples stiffening as she let him part her legs - and then his mouth was returned to its earlier work, finding her all but molten within her folds.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>18-01-2008, 20:03:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He found her pussy to be dripping wet and his tongue found its way to her clit, concentrating solely on stimulating her there. His hands snake around either leg, hands clamping down around her breasts, feeling her hardened nipples pressing into his palms. He would have to make a personal note on the car she drove and keep an eye out for her in the future. A quickie here or there during the day would be lots of fun, he reasoned, and she tasted sooo good.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>18-01-2008, 20:06:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The folds of her sex were swollen, and her clit hardened between them as his tongue dragged up over it. her breasts caught in his hands, she grabbed his wrists with a soft cry, squirming on the blanket. She should be fighting this abuse of his power, or at least afraid of being seen - but it felt so good, the weight of his head between her lifted, parted thighs, and she just didn't care!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>18-01-2008, 20:09:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He felt her hands on the backs of his his, urging him on so he squeezed her breasts with more force. He lapped up her juices eagerly, tongue rubbing over her sensitive clit, wanting to bring the same release to her as she had brought to him. Then he would enjoy fucking her tight pussy until he cummed again. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>18-01-2008, 20:13:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her body was squirming, hips writhing under his mouth as he lapped and licked at her, but it wasn't enough - she wanted what she'd just tasted, what she'd felt pressed against her as he'd held her against the car. So she tugged on his arms, lifting her head to look down at him with a needy, whimpering plea. "Officer... oh god, Officer, please..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>18-01-2008, 20:28:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He grins up at her, lips slick with her juices, before sitting back on his heels. He unbuttons his pants the rest of the way, systematically pulling them down to his ankles. He sets his multi-purpose belt off to the side, complete with its gun, baton and flashing, and takes his cock in hand, slowly jerking it to full hardness, his balls dangling below. "Beg me." He says, licking his lips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>18-01-2008, 20:33:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Another man she might have laughed at... or stood up and slapped. But he stood over her in that uniform, the very picture of authority even with the pants dropped around his ankles. His voice held the note of command that was completely certain to be obeyed, so much so that she felt a little eager lurch in her stomach when he spoke, and she pushed herself half up, watching his hand moving on himself. "Please, Officer Cummings - please, I want to feel you in me when I cum, I have to have it, your... your cock in me, it'll make me cum fast, I know it, please!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>18-01-2008, 20:42:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He grins down at her, dropping to his knees between her legs. He grabs her legs, hooking them onto his shoulders as he leans towards her, bringing her knees near her head, causing her rear to life off the ground, his own legs spread out behind him. He takes his cock and rubs it along her slit, moistening it before positioning it her opening. Then he thrusts forward, inching his way into her, until his balls are pressing up against her. "Mm...you're tight..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>18-01-2008, 21:00:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was still propped up on her hands when he pulled her legs over his shoulders and lifted, forcing his cock inch by delightful, thick inch into her waiting, throbbing cunt. Daria's hips wriggled, squirming as she helped him into her, with quickening, panting gasps, until she felt his body against her ass and thighs. "You're... big," she countered in a short gasp, and bucked against him with a groan.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>18-01-2008, 21:06:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He grins down at her, one hand reaching around to tug on her nipples as he starts to make small thrusting motions into her, each time pulling slightly further back then the first time. His balls slap up against her ass with each thrust as he makes sure to bury himself deep into her each time. Having recently cum himself, he would be able to last a lot longer this time around and planned to last as long as he could. He didn't have anyone waiting at home to warm his bed, and he was feeling extremely horny tonight.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>18-01-2008, 21:18:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Even the rocking motions were almost too much for her, keyed up as she already was from being cuffed, trapped against the car, stripped and fondled and eaten; her fingers clinched the ground under her back, and she arched her nipples eagerly up toward his hand, her stomach and lower abdomen rippling a little as she bucked and pushed, taking him deep and gasping as the strokes grew longer, pushing her rapidly toward a hot peak.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>18-01-2008, 21:21:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her body speaks much about how he was doing and he soon settles into a steady pace, their bodies slapping together with each thrust as she bucks and writhes underneath him. He's ramming his entire length into her, as far as it could go, his balls pressing up against her rear, soft grunts of effort echoing out of his throat as he gets lost in the motion, squeezing her breasts with his hands, wanting to fuck her every way possible. He knew it was all being caught on film - his dashboard had a camera - and it would be one that he would cherish and wish to revisit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>20-01-2008, 23:39:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was everything her body wanted - his shaft sinking deep in fast rhythm, the gentle thud of his balls coming against her in steady motions. Her elbows bent, dropping her upper back to the blanket, and she arched up against him with her panting cried erupting suddenly into a long moan, a wail of visceral triumph.<br><br>Her legs tensed upon his broad shoulders, her body griping and drawing him in deep, into a passage that erupted into spasms of a hand in a wet velvet glove, clutching and holding him inside as climax washed through the young woman.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>20-01-2008, 23:59:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Officer Cummings continues to slide his shaft into her tight, slick opening even as it squeezes in orgasm around him. His balls continue to slap against her and he moans in pleasure, feeling his second orgasm start to build in the&nbsp; base of his cock. "Where do you want it..." He says, not wanting to impregnate her if he could avoid it. That was the last thing he wanted on his record.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bliss</strong> on <strong>21-01-2008, 00:06:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She barely had the presence of mind to think, let alone form words in the aftermath of the climax that had lifted her body, writhing on the impalement of his cock, but she smiled slowly up at him, and brought one hand up to trail her fingertips down through the valley of her unbound cleavage. "Here," she gasped out, eager to see him spend a second time, even if it was going to be a mess.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blorn: In Uniform</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>21-01-2008, 00:10:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He grins down at her, thrusting into her several more times before quickly pulling out, aiming his load at her chest. The first spurt shoots high, to splash across her face, but the following splash against her throat and breasts, the tail end dripping down between her cleavage. He moans as he jerks his cock, squeezing out the last drop, squeezing his balls, then waits expectantly for her to clean him off.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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