8 comments/ 44120 views/ 5 favorites The Full Force of the Law By: make_some_noise Kate knew as soon as she swung the car to the left that she had turned too soon. It was late, dark and she wasn't entirely sure where she was. It wasn't a road at all she soon realised, more of a track. Glancing in the rear view mirror, she felt a stab of fear pierce her chest as she realised the lights from the car behind back up there on the road had followed her. The relief when they turned into flashing blue ones made her feel even more foolish than she already did. "Shit," she said out loud, "shit, shit, shit!" She pulled over at the end of the track, a boarded up house in front of her the only thing here apart from woods and trees, and waited for the inevitable approach to her car. "Could you step out of the car Madam?" he asked loudly through the closed car window. As she opened the door, she realised this wasn't your average policeman. Firstly there were thick motorcycle leathers where she had expected regulation trousers to be. And secondly, as he removed his bike helmet, he was breathtakingly attractive and she kicked herself as a sharp intake of breath gave away her observations. "Hello" he smiled. "Wondered if you realised one of your rear brake lights isn't working?" Indignantly she nearly said "Tell me that's not the reason you scared the shit out of me?" but decided against it. "And," he went on "you obviously didn't see the sign back there which said Construction Vehicles Only?" "No, sorry" she hung her head in mock shame and then added "Construction? Where's the building site?" He gestured at the house in front. "Demotion in fact, not construction. One of ours, an ex-PPZ." She looked at him blankly for he might as well be speaking Japanese. "Police Protection Zone" he explained "or otherwise known as a safehouse. Only this one's not exactly safe these days. Until its flattened, it's a regular thing, a nightly check for squatters and dealers. And occasionally we get to come down here and rescue the odd damsel in distress". He grinned at the blatantly cheesy comment, she blushed at it and then realised. Us? It took just a few seconds for that to sink in. She swung her head to the right and sitting silently behind her car in the semi-darkness was a second officer on a second motorbike. The lights behind never did belong to a car. They belonged to two police motorcyclists riding alongside each other. He stepped forward as if summoned by the words of his colleague and removed his crash helmet. "Hello", he flashed a smile. Lovely evening?" "Stunning" she stuttered in reply and a flicker of something spread across his face at the compliment. Oh God she thought. This can't be happening. Come on, this actually doesn't happen outside of a movie screen. Two damn sexy police officers, in motorcycle leathers, on a track in the middle of nowhere, behaving in a highly unprofessional manner I am thoroughly enjoying. Okay, who set me up? She raced through her list of friends, family, colleagues, practical jokers and came to the rapid conclusion that it couldn't have been any of them. Nobody knew she was coming out here tonight. It was just a standard booking. She had left a slip of paper by the phone at home with the name and phone number of the client as she always did. Living alone she knew if she didn't make it back then someone would know where to start looking. She didn't want to go tonight at first. Some days a woman who does what she does for a living just doesn't feel like it. But she thought about the money and how she usually enjoyed it when she got there. Don't get the wrong idea. Kate sell things... not herself. She's a representative, a party organiser. Several times a week she goes to a complete stranger's home and demonstrates the latest lingerie lines and the best sex toys on the market. She sells a lot and makes a lot of money. She loves what she does but preparation is vital. Put simply, to sell sex, you have to feel it. Tonight she showered, and smothered on an expensive body lotion. Wafts of designer scent would drift upwards during the evening, fuelled by her increased skin temperature. In front of the mirror she stepped into bright turquoise blue knickers in pure silk with tie sides. They glided onto her silky smooth hairless skin with ease. And then slowly she began to pull together and fasten the hooks and eyes of a beautiful silk basque, black except for a strip of matching bright turquoise blue behind the hooks and eyes. When it was done up, you could only just see the blue, and it seemed to her as if it tantalisingly whispered unhook me to anyone who glimpsed it. Finally she clipped a pair of lace-topped barely black stockings to the suspenders which dangled from the bottom of the basque and looked at her reflection. That was better. The basque cinched in her waist and pushed up her breasts so that they jiggled around on the top and gave her a cleavage to rival anyone's. She ran her hand across the lingerie and across her body. The sensual feel of the silk, warm now from her skin, always turned her on. Focus, she told herself. There's a job to do. And always, always, leave the house hungry. And so it was tonight she left home in ordinary clothes on top - a skirt, a black t-shirt with the company's logo on the front, a short black velvet jacket and high heels. Underneath was a different story. She was dressed to kill. From zero to on fire with the help of a little undercover secret and nobody knew about it except for Kate. It worked. She really enjoyed it tonight, the women were great, the sales were pretty good and she left aiming for home and an opportunity to scratch the itch which had started several hours before. She loaded the CD player but the rhythm of the music which filled the car served only to have her rocking and squirming around in the driver's seat far more than was actually necessary to drive the car in a straight line. It took a few seconds for her to remember that she was still standing on a dead-end track and these were not actually strippers or set-your-friends-up immitation police officers from the internet. These two were for real, and even if it was quite surreal, there was clearly an intense mutual attraction going on. She was always amazed at it. Human attraction. It was maddening, magical and addictive. Subconscious, chemical and animal. "Where have you been tonight?" Officer 1 asked. He was smiling, bemused by her expression at the sudden jolt back to earth. "A...friend's party" was her faltered response. "What's in the case?" he asked, gesturing to the front seat. Damn. She was hoping he wouldn't ask that. She muttered a reply about her job, pointing at her t-shirt, but it was barely comprehensible. He leaned in across the driver's seat to reach the case and gave her a glorious view of his neat, tight arse encased in leather underneath an almost flashing neon sign on his back - POLICE - in case she had forgotten. He pulled it out of the car, looked inside and then without a word he handed it to Officer 2 who glanced inside, raised his eyebrows and then shot her a smile which liquified her in seconds. "Well, well, well, what have we got here?" he said and she thought surely they don't actually say that? But he was playing a part here, by now that was clear, and she was stepping into character pretty well herself. He held up a platinum vibrator, sleek, smooth and glinting in the half-light. Platinum Pete he was known as. A best-seller. Good Choice she thought! In his other hand he brandished a bottle of the company's best selling lubricant at her - champagne and strawberry flavour - and tucked them into his fluorescent jacket. Her mouth fell open in surprise and he mouthed back "Evidence..." Picking up the policeman's dress-up outfit he said "Did you know, it's a very serious offence impersonating a police officer? It seems that you have been very bad indeed tonight..." Surely they don't actually say that either? she thought again and then as he reached into the case, brushing her breasts deliberately as he bent down, she suddenly acknowledged that this was fast turning into the most thrilling game she had ever played. She let out a whimper of excitement and consent and he carried on, in a mocking tone, "Surely, you don't actually call these a pair of handcuffs?" brandishing the pink furry 'lovecuffs' high in the air in his left hand. "Of course, these are a pair of handcuffs" he continued, holding up the pair he had pulled from his belt in his right hand. Shiny, smooth, hard steel glinted back at her. She dropped her gaze from his hands to his eyes and locked it there. "Hands out in front of you" he commanded. He clamped the steel shut around her wrists and held them in the middle. "I'm arresting you for causing an erection." She laughed out loud. He looked at his colleague, grinned and continued "...you do not have to say anything but it may harm your defence if you do not mention now something you later rely on in there" and pointed to the boarded up house. "You have the right to remain silent... but I think that's highly unlikely." She swallowed hard. Any minute now she might faint. Surges of excitement wrestled with her fear. "What are you going to do with me?" she asked, her usually loud, confident voice reduced to a breathless whimper. She could play back as hard as they could. Officer 2 spoke. "We're going to move into the building and then we're going to discuss which kind of fixed penalty you should receive for such a serious offence." They stood staring at each for a few moments while Officer 1 spoke into his radio behind Kate. She overheard "attended our last incident.... motoring offences... fixed penalty notice.... off duty now". This is complete madness she thought. Her blood should have run cold, instead it pulsed with fire through her veins. She looked at them, half hoping to see evil or aggression, some kind of reason to run. Instead she saw pure lust, and anticipation. A look passed between them which said 'leave now if you want to.' Nobody moved. Her fear evaporated as she realised she wasn't about to die here, she was about to feel more alive than she had ever felt before. Officers 1 and 2 led their bikes, and Kate, under the canopy to the side of the house. Officer 1 unlocked the steel door protecting the house and flicked on a dim light inside revealing a living room fully furnished and looking as if the residents had fled suddenly. It made Kate wonder what the final chapter of this safehouse had been. She was about to go inside when Officer 1 stopped her. "Not just yet," he said and climbed astride his motorbike. "Get on in front of me." She did exactly what he said and swung her leg across the bike, feeling a rush of air run up the inside of her thighs. Not for the first time tonight, something deep inside throbbed with sheer thrill. His head appeared on her shoulder and he began to kiss her neck. He was dark haired, strong, with chiselled features and designer stubble. His chest pressed against her back through the crackling material of his fluorescent jacket and his hands slid around her waist and down the front of her thighs. His fingers came to rest on the smooth round knobs of the suspenders. "Did you know we were coming?" "Always hoped you would" she smiled. He slid off the back of the bike and pulled her backwards towards him until she lay on her front along the bike, her face against the leather of the seat and her hands outstretched and cuffed in front of her, resting on the centre of the handlebars. He pulled her skirt up around her waist and undid the side ties of her knickers. It wasn't long before she felt his breath between her legs, spreading her cheeks wide and thrusting his tongue between them. She gasped at his passion and at the sensation of his wet mouth against her body. His nose nestled into her but his tongue couldn't quite reach her clitoris. He thrust first one and then two fingers inside of her. The sensation of having her pussy licked by this authoritative stranger and being fucked with his fingers at the same time, made her want to come instantly. She bit the seat hard, she wanted to wait. Officer 2 had taken a seat on the second parallel parked bike. He was older, 10 years or more than Officer 1, gorgeous, with messy dark blonde hair and dark eyes that screamed "I want you, suck me now" as he unzipped his leather trousers and looked at Kate with a pleading smile. He pulled out his cock, which was almost as perfect as he was, and leaned towards her mouth. She took him deeply and an "uhhhh" escaped involuntarily from his mouth. Something else was going to be escaping from her soon if Officer 1 carried on doing what he was doing to her pussy. As if he had read her mind he stopped and moved to the front of the bike. For a minute or two he watched her covering Officer 2's cock with saliva and moving up and down on him with her mouth. It was then that he pulled at her, indicating that she should get off the bike and follow him into the building as a matter of urgency with Officer 2 following and kicking the door shut behind him. They stood for a moment in the dim light. She waited for them to take the lead. They waited for her. She peeled her t-shirt over her head, unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it on the floor. "Nice perk of the job" Officer 2 said, his eyes settling over her professional looking underwear. He unhooked 3 of the hooks and eyes, allowing her breasts to spill further over the top and then admiringly decided to leave the basque with the suspenders intact. They both unzipped their jackets and discarded them on the floor. Officer 1 had the "evidence" confiscated from earlier and these too were tossed onto the pile of clothes. In those few moments they stood very still together, and Kate gazed at them in white short sleeved shirts, black stab vests and black leather trousers. Two intensely attractive men, proud and powerful authority figures, in uniform, with handcuffs, driven from their duty by lust, surely every woman's fantasy... and they were both beginning to undress in front of her. Kate thought she'd died and gone to heaven. Never again would she be able to convincingly tell her customers that a policeman's dress-up outfit would make their old man seem just like the real thing. She sat down on the edge of the sofa, her hands in their restraints over her head, resting on the back and Officer 1 knelt on the floor in front of her. With a hand on each of her knees he pushed her legs slowly apart and sank his head towards her. He stroked his stubbly face across her shaven skin and let his tongue wander into the folds of her pussy. He circled her clit with his mouth, just to the side, just too high or just too low. Most guys know exactly where to aim for and are expert at moving in straight away. This guy was an expert in the art of tease. He knew exactly where it was alright but he knew that not touching it would drive her insane. She squirmed and wriggled and pushed a bit. Come On. She groaned in desperation for him to stroke her swollen prized bud with his tongue. As she wriggled towards him, he wriggled away slightly. Please just a flick of your tongue. She could feel his mouth spreading into a smile now. "Bastard" she yelled. And yet, the brazenness of him, making her wait, holding out on her, made her actually want him more. "You're forgetting we're here to punish you" he reminded her "...and the punishment should always fit the crime." A reversal of places on the sofa and a reversal of roles gave her a chance now to exact some revenge. She could feel Officer 1 behind her, his hands on her arse, but she couldn't see him. As Officer 2 settled himself on the sofa she reached down with her handcuffed wrists to the bottle discarded on the floor earlier. With a little difficulty, she poured a palmful of the liquid, which she'd found out long ago tasted nothing like champagne and strawberries, and drank it up into her mouth. A few seconds of warming later and she bent her head towards Officer 2. Resting her lips against the head of his cock, she slowly pushed against him and let him enter her lubricant filled mouth. He cried out at the warm wetness he had not expected, throwing his head back onto the back of the sofa. Ah, revenge, like the champagne and strawberries, was so sweet. She swallowed a little, swirled the remaining liquid around him and then gripped him firmly and allowed him the pleasure of her expertease. "Oh, you're good" he groaned and as something spread across her face at the compliment, she moved a little faster and sucked a little harder. Behind her, Officer 1's hand had located the discarded "evidence" on the floor. She felt the cool sensation of liquid lubricant across the cheeks of her arse and his fingers sliding around. They slipped downwards and finally, achingly, made contact with her clit. She managed "ohhhhhhhhhhh", which was no mean feat with a mouthful of Officer 2's cock. That in turn made him groan and soon Kate and her coppers were making loud noises of encouragement. She should have expected it but engrossed as she was, she didn't hear him turn it on. The tip of Platinum Pete was entering her pussy and the sensual feel of the whole thing suddenly inside of her was only bettered by Officer 1's fingers making contact with her throbbing clitoris. She thrust back against the vibrator and Officer 1 held onto it a little tighter. The groans escaping from her throat sent Officer 2's head backwards against the sofa again. "Tempting as it is to let you come right now" Officer 1 breathed from behind her, "I think there's so much more of you to appreciate yet" and he removed all contact with her body. A few seconds later he approached her with a key and removed the restraints from her wrists. "I think the lady is unlikely to try and escape now" he said to his colleague. "I'm not going anywhere" she smiled reassuringly at him and rubbed at her wrists, feeling suddenly very free, in more ways than one. "Now...." asked Officer 2 in quite possibly the sexiest way Kate had ever heard, "what do you want...?" There was no question about it and it took her a millisecond to reply. "I want you to fuck me..... and I want you to fuck me NOW." She climbed astride him on the sofa and lowered herself onto his hard cock. The penetration of his hot flesh into her body was so much better than Platinum Pete. He grabbed her waist and thrust upwards into her and she pushed down onto him. She couldn't get him any deeper if she tried but fuck she'd keep trying. Officer 1 stood in front of her, behind the sofa. She leant forward and made contact with his cock for the first time. He was longer and thinner than Officer 2 but as she buried her head in his groin he smelled exquisite - musky and masculine... and he tasted even better. A drop of liquid excitement glistened on the tip of his cock and she licked it away with her tongue. Officer 2's tongue had discovered her breasts spilling over her basque and jiggling around in front of his face and soon he was licking and biting at her nipples. The harder he drove his cock into her, the more she groaned and she had to remember not to bite down on Officer 1's cock. As if he sensed his colleague's frustration, Officer 2 pushed Kate gently off him and down from the sofa until she was kneeling on all fours on the floor in front of him again. Officer 1 came round behind her and made her gasp as he rubbed his soaking fingers from her clit back up to her arse before filling her pussy to the hilt with his long cock. "Fuck me harder" she commanded, and he did. She heard Platinum Pete buzz into life. What the hell was he going to do with that? He wouldn't, would he? He wasn't going to.....? The Full Force of the Law Ch. 02 Chapter 2 Kate's House It was a week on Friday, the night they said they would return. Kate thought of Officers 1 and 2 and of how they parted company, her name and address on a piece of paper safely tucked into the Officer's pocket. Hard as she tried to remain calm, it wasn't as easy as that spontaneous night on the dirt track. Her mind raced every time she recalled them and everything that they did. She put on some music to distract herself, took a bath, straightened her hair, painted her nails and tried on a million different outfits. It wasn't just what was on top to think about tonight, but what was underneath too. Usually she dressed simply to make herself feel good, but tonight she was doing it for them as well. Her company's winter lingerie catalogue was out and the samples for the parties, ordered in her own size of course, were hers to use in whatever way she chose. Some she liked, some she didn't but they were especially good this time. Tonight she tried on first a black satin bra and knickers – too ordinary, a black and red lace basque – too tarty, a pair of crutchless purple knickers – screamed prostitute, before settling on a black and silver pinstripe silky bra and knickers set with matching suspender belt and nearly nude stockings. Over the top she slipped on a simple wrap dress with a shrug and a necklace which glinted with the colours of the rainbow under the lights in her house. 8 o'clock came and went as did a glass of wine, 9 o'clock too and a second glass and at 10 after the third, she picked herself to pieces. "Why would I believe they would actually turn up a week on Friday?" she asked herself. Of course they just said that at the time. Beautiful as it was, it was just a one off. They'd be risking too much to return and they've probably moved on to the next susceptible female by now anyway. She looked at herself in the bedroom mirror. "Who do you think you are Kate?" she asked herself. Even with the light of the dozen candles she had lit tonight she was just ordinary, too many curves, and just another woman in hundreds of thousands. She took off her dress and threw it on the bedroom chair. She wrapped a satin dressing gown around her body, turned off the lights, lay on the bed and closed her eyes, allowing the room to swim slightly from the alcohol and desperately hoping the creeping embarrassment that she was feeling would soon disappear. At 11, she woke to the sound of the doorbell. It took a minute or two for her to shake herself from her slumber and acknowledge what it was. She crept down the stairs with the lights still off but she could see enough through the frosted glass to know that the doorstep contained two Police Officers in fluorescent jackets. Her heart hammered in her chest. She opened the door and watched the recognition on their faces as they watched it on hers. "Good evening Kate, may we come in" they asked and she stood aside silently as she welcomed them in. The door closed behind them and they visibly relaxed. "How are you Kate? You remember why we're here?" Officer 2 asked slightly nervously. "Yes, I do remember, you're dealing with the attempted theft from my garden shed" she replied slowly, recalling the instructions from their previous conversation and her confidence taking a sudden boost, "it happened a week ago last Friday when I was late home after getting, um, lost... terrible... you just can't trust people around here". "Well there are some you can" he smiled "and I have all the paperwork related to your 'theft' here, completed, signed except for your autograph required here, and no further questions are likely to be asked by anyone. Such an innocuous crime, minor, totally unsolvable. But it's such an important part of our job to take the time to personally reassure members of the public , such as yourself, caught up in all of this, in their own home. Sometimes it takes a lot of time..." he trailed off. "I see Officer....?" she asked questioningly, unsure what to call him tonight, she could hardly tell him that in her mind she knew him as 'Officer 2'. "Jack, please" he replied. She caught Officer 1 out of the corner of her eye. He was just as she remembered him, tall, dark and grey flecked hair, beautiful eyes and a delicious smile. She didn't think they had Police Officers like him, she thought they were just a figment of her imagination. He oozed something quite captivating and distracting. He was looking at her again in the same way he had done on that dark and lonely track and his gaze on her body made her squirm. "Ready for bed Kate?" he asked with a hint of playful sarcasm, looking her up and down. "There wasn't much else happening" she replied and he moved a little closer. "Not much happening you say...?" His face was close to hers now and he reached out to it with his hand. His mouth moved slightly hesitantly towards hers and he kissed her on the lips, gently at first and then harder and with a passion that had been clearly building inside him. A simple kiss told her he had been thinking about the night on the dirt track just as much as she had. As he pulled away he said "Kate, have you been drinking tonight?". "Yes I have, a couple of glasses of wine" she replied "Why?". "I'm going to have to ask you for a specimen of breath" "I thought you just had one of those" she smiled at him. "But you might be driving" he went on. "I will not!" she replied. "Ah but you might". "I will not Officer" she said firmly. Getting in the car was the last thing on her mind. "But you might be on the move later, in charge of someTHING or someONE, and it's essential that you are fit for the purpose and not impaired in any way" "Well now that you mention it, I might, that's a distinct possibility. What would you like me to do Officer?" she asked, looking deep into his eyes and holding his gaze in a helpless, submissive kind of way. He removed his fluorescent jacket and laid it on her sofa. He removed his radio too and laid it on top. It was clear they had reported their whereabouts from outside her front door and though Jack still had his on, with the volume down low, they weren't expecting to be interrupted any time soon. They had been driven from their duty again and they were driving her fantasies to a whole new height. Officer 2 passed him the breathalyser and he slipped a new plastic mouthpiece onto it. "I want you to blow into this Kate" he said. She allowed him to watch her gaze fall downwards to his black uniformed trousers beneath his utility belt weighed down by his equipment. "Into this?" she asked waiting for a few seconds before meeting his eyes again. "Nooooo....not yet.....THIS" he replied, the corners of his mouth turning up despite his attempt to keep the tone of his voice stern, "Cover the mouthpiece with your lips and blow until I say stop". She did as he said. She had no choice. She really wanted to do as he said. "Harder" he urged "That was just not hard enough..." She tried again and she blew harder. "Longer Kate" he urged this time "Blow harder and for longer. I can't imagine you don't know how because I KNOW that you do". Why did everything he said sound so seductive? Officer 1, the King of Innuendos. Memories of the safehouse came flooding back to her. He was standing so close, his hands clasped around hers while she attempted the breath tests, so close that she was breathing in his scent, addicted to him already. One last time she did as he asked and a few moments later he said "Oh dear Kate.... that's gone to red....now I must arrest you for providing a positive breath test. You do not have to say anything..." "Oh no, he's not having me that easily" she thought and before he knew what she was going to do, or before she had thought about it much herself, she spun round, dived through the kitchen and out the back door. Jack was first out and into the darkness of the garden. Officer 1 was right behind him and she watched from her crouched position beside the patio table as they began to search for her, taking a side of the garden each. I do hope they are going to see the funny side of this she thought. "Ka– aa- te" Jack called. Clearly from his mocking tone, they were. "You can't hide from us you know. We're going to find you in the end. Better come out. " She heard Officer 1 peel back some Velcro, remove his torch and shine it along the bushes. "Any sign of her Matt?" Jack called to him. Matt was Officer 1's name then. She imagined that tripping off her tongue in the heat of the moment.... They carried on calling for her. She was enjoying this. She hadn't been sure about taking on her aunt's house, it was a bit rural for her, but tonight she was very grateful for the lack of neighbours. "Give yourself up Kate.... or I'll have to get my Asp out" Matt called. She could have sworn he heard her sharp intake of breath because at that moment he spun round and shone his torch straight at her. She fixed him with a come-and-get-me smile, and dived back into the house, through the kitchen, up the hallway and onto the first couple of stairs. But he was way fitter than she was and he was right behind her. He grabbed her waist, threw his body across her back and brought her down on the stairs. He brought his knee up between her legs, steadying himself on the stairs and making her gasp. He grabbed her wrist gently but firmly and pressed himself against her. She twisted her head to the side and he laid his cheek on top of hers. "Kate, Kate, Kate... you are such a tease" he said, his breath heavy in her ear and he laughed a little which eased the tension and confirmed her hopes that he was enjoying the game tonight as much as she was. "Shall I have you now for resisting arrest as well?.... or maybe a twist on failing to stop?....or shall I just have you anyway?" A moan of pleasure at what his words did to her and at the anticipation of what was to come passed through her lips. "What do you reckon? Am I going down for this Matt?" she asked him. "Oh God yes" he replied "you most definitely are". Matt pushed her hair back behind her ear and traced around the outline of it with his tongue. She barely noticed he was gently moving her arm down to her side. He eased his body off hers and used the knee between her legs to kneel up on the stair. She had one arm pinned to the wall and the other in Matt's hand. With a swift and decisive movement he whipped out his handcuffs and cracked one around her right wrist which he was holding. She had begun to associate the click of those steel handcuffs with a high expectation of mind-blowing sex but this time she was not expecting what he did next. She began to try and free her other arm pinned to the wall for him to complete his capture of her, but instead he fastened the second handcuff to his own left wrist and clicked it shut. She looked questioningly at him but he just smiled back. "Kate, not for the first time, I am arresting you, because you like it.... this time for providing a positive breath test, resisting arrest, and being dressed like THIS" and he pulled back her satin wrap which had come undone on the stairs and ran his hand across the fabric of the suspender belt around her waist. "You do not have to say anything but it may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned something which you later rely on upstairs. Anything you do say may be given in evidence. Do you understand?" As she stumbled to her feet and led him upstairs to her candlelit bedroom, she said "Matt? If anything I say may be given in evidence, I would like two things noted for the record. Firstly my pussy is in need of some serious attention and secondly, I am about to remove your trousers...". "It's okay mate, I got that" said Jack, his voice surprising Kate a little as she was starting to forget he was there. He stood in the doorway, removing his fluorescent jacket and stab vest and placing items of equipment from his belt onto her chest of drawers. As he did so, his eye was caught by the 'toys' lined up on the top. They were all end of range items she had been meaning to sell off at parties but which somehow had found their way into her personal possession. In this last week her masturbatory fantasies had gone mad, thanks to Matt. The vibrating rabbits ears had relieved some of them and she had even ventured into unchartered fantasies to try the Double Trouble which had alarmed her slightly before she discovered a week ago last Friday what pleasure it really gave her to have Matt and Platinum Pete together at the same time. Despite all of that she had been walking around in a permanent state of arousal and she knew the only thing which would relieve it would be another dose of this sexy Police Officer. Matt lay back on Kate's bed and between them they fumbled and stretched, each with one free hand, to remove his shoes, socks, trousers and shorts. He removed his utility belt with all its equipment and laid it on her pillow, still just within his reach. He moved a hand to take off his stab vest but she put her hand over his and shook her head. "Keep it on, I know its heavy but.... "You like it too much, I know!" he smiled. "I do" she said and moved her leg across his body so that she knelt on the bed astride him. "Can I lose the tie?" he asked and she answered him by reaching forward, unclipping it and losing it on the bedroom floor. She placed her hands on his vest and moved forward to kiss his mouth. His kiss was passionate and urgent, his tongue was all over the inside of her mouth and yet there was tenderness in the touch of his hand pushing back her hair as it fell over her eyes. He looked into her eyes with the same look she was giving him. There was lust but something else too and she could imagine him without Jack there, as her lover, gentle and responsive to her needs but at the same time consumed with passion and animal instinct. She felt him beneath her as he stirred to sit up. She swung her leg back over him and he now knelt with her on the bed. She looked across to the doorway at Jack and motioned to him to come towards her. Without saying a word she glanced over her shoulder at her bra straps and he obligingly undid the hooks, removed it completely and allowed her large breasts to swing free. He bent his head towards her right breast and Matt moved his to her left. She eased backwards and lay her head on the bed giving them full access to her breasts. Matt still had one free hand and he used his finger to circle her nipple, growing harder every second it was within his touch. Jack copied him and then at the same time they both bent their heads and took her nipples in their mouths, licking and sucking at the same time. This was a completely new thing to her. One nipple sent crazy by a man's tongue was delightful, two was sensational. Deep within her pelvis, magic was happening, magic which made her wetter by the second. Eventually they released their mouths, Matt knelt up on the bed and Jack stood up and backed away. She figured he must have worked with Matt on shifts for some time. He knew him so well and he had figured out that his partner wanted to go this one more or less alone, with just a little help. Either that, or he had noticed, as she had, his trembling fingers. Matt knelt above her, pushing her gently down onto the bed. He lay on top of her, kissed her again and then moved his mouth down across her shoulders to her chest. She lay her right arm loosely by her side so that he could still use his cuffed one as much as possible and she would go wherever he took her. He brushed over her breasts this time and down across her stomach, hooked the fingers of his free hand under the sides of her knickers and tugged at the material, soaking wet and sticking to her skin, until they peeled away from her and he discarded them on the floor. "Serious attention you say it needed Kate?" he mouthed from between her legs. "Yes" she whimpered. "How serious?" he asked, opening her legs and running a finger across her hot skin. Her cuffed hand lay across her hip as he used his, together with his free hand on the other to open the swollen lips of her pussy. "This serious?" he asked, his head cocked to one side, taking a good look. "Or this serious?" and before she could answer, he slid his tongue into her wetness and hungrily sought out her clitoris. "Mmmmmmm" she cried out. He was so good. There was no teasing or outrageous pretending that he didn't know where a clitoris was located as there had been before at the safehouse. He licked at her relentlessly, stopping occasionally to suck gently over her most sensitive of areas. He spread her legs wide and introduced his fingers into the equation. He moved his finger in ever decreasing circles across her clitoris, moving his tongue lower to flick underneath it and then lower again before sliding his tongue inside her. "Ohhhhhhhhhh yes" she moaned loudly. Matt lifted his head and replaced his tongue with his fingers instead. He thrust them forcefully inside her and she thrust her hips up to meet him. As he rose to his knees on the bed she got a first class view of his cock and she remembered how beautiful it was. It was standing there now, stiff and twitching for attention. She raised her right arm and tugged at Matt's wrist pulling him forward towards her. She knelt up and pushed him down onto the bed in the position in which she had just been laying. She straddled his cock and as he held himself steady with his free hand she lowered herself onto him. He cried out and his face twisted in pleasure at the first touch to his cock. She had deliberately not touched him with her mouth yet as she wanted his first sensation to be her searing hot, saturated pussy, the wetness so intense that he could feel as well as hear himself squelching inside her. He grasped her hands with his, interlacing the tips of his fingers with hers in a tender touch in sharp contrast to the tightly clamped steel around his wrist and hers holding their hands just a few inches apart. She gripped his fingers tightly for support and began to ride him. Despite her inclination to bury his cock as deep inside her as possible, she wanted to savour him tonight and she moved up and down painstakingly slowly, rising high until he almost slid out before gripping him again and sitting back down. Kate heard a noise beside her and Jack appeared. His trousers were undone, he had his cock in his hand and he was waiting for some attention. Matt gestured to the handcuffs and he obliged, releasing her and his colleague from their restraints. She rubbed at her wrist. They had moved around too much tonight and large red rings around both of their wrists made it look as if we were still wearing them. She slid her hands, now free, under Matt's vest and shirt and felt the hair on his chest under her fingers. His body was warm, almost hot to the touch, and as the material next to his skin lifted, his masculine smell flooded her senses and she breathed him in deeply. Jack's cock twitched at the side of her and she obligingly bent her head towards him. Much as she would have been very happy for him not to be there tonight, he was, and Kate owed him a little attention. He was being very patient. She looked at Matt in a "would you mind?" way and he climbed out from underneath her. Jack came to the edge of the bed and she took his cock in her hand. She pushed backwards, kneeling now on all fours and felt the coolness of the air hit her as her wide open pussy presented itself to the room. She took Jack into her mouth and he pushed down on her head forcing his cock unexpectedly deep into her throat. It took much of Kate's strength not to send him from the room with a torrent of abuse for that. Nevertheless there was still something about sucking on this Officer's cock whilst having her pussy attended to by another one which made Kate feel very excited and very bad indeed.