My name's Jim and I'm a lucky bastard. Usually when people call someone that, they just mean that he's a bastard because he's so lucky. I'm genuinely both.
I'm lucky because I have such a gorgeous girlfriend. She has beautiful eyes, luscious lips, plus her figure is so curvy it defies basic physics.
I'm a bastard because she's supposed to be very shy and reserved. That's how she dressed and acted the first month we dated. But by the time we'd been together six months...
"Wow, you look great!" I said as I opened the door to let Becky in.
"Thanks, Jim." Becky walked into my modest little apartment. She really did look great in the police woman's costume she wore. The shirt was much tighter than any respectable officer would ever wear and super short miniskirts weren't standard issue either, last time I checked. Her blonde ponytail flowed out of a police hat that looked like the kind you only see cartoon cops wearing. The whole thing looked playful and very, very sexy, but Becky didn't think so.
"I don't know why I picked this out. I know you said you wanted to be a prisoner and me a cop, but I really don't know why I picked such a skimpy police outfit. Everyone at the party is going to stare at me all night." She knotted her arms up around her.
I smiled at my beautiful girlfriend calmly and said, "Keyword: Exhibitionist."
Becky immediately relaxed. Her arms dropped to her sides and her legs spread to a more comfortable stance. She even arched her back a bit and smiled impishly. "Actually, I don't know why that should be a big deal." She tilted her head to the side and undid the top button on her shirt. "It's Halloween, I can show off a little more than usual, right?"
"Oh, absolutely!" I agreed. My eyes wandered down to her cleavage as she opened another button. I stared a little longer than I should have, but Becky didn't seem to mind. She even stretched a little to give me a better peak. I honestly only gave her the exhibitionist keyword so she wouldn't be so tense about her skimpy costume, but seeing her show it off put other ideas in my head. Maybe we could stand to be a little late for the party. "Keyword: Frisky."
Becky walked over and slowly wrapped her arms around me. "Mmmm. I missed you today. Did miss me, Jim?" Her hands slid down to my ass, and one hand slid inside the striped prisoner pants I wore and cupped my butt directly.
"Oh, yeah," I said, "I spent most of the day thinking about what you'd look like in a police woman costume. I didn't think you'd get such a revealing one, though!" All right, I lied about that. I knew she'd get the skimpiest one in town, I just didn't want her to know that I had planted the idea in her head.
Becky leaned in and nibbled my ear. "I don't think anyone will mind us showing up a little late. How about you go into the bedroom and get ready for me?"
I nodded eagerly but didn't move. She had a great grip on my ass, and I'd slipped my hands down to hers as well. She felt so good that I had to sneak a quick kiss in first. I kissed her softly, then the kiss became less soft and more lingering than quick.
After a minute Becky pulled away and grinned. "I believe I gave you an order, mister!"
I snapped off a "Yes, ma'am!" and ran into my bedroom. I frantically tore off my shirt as I fell into the bed. By the time I'd thrown my pants off the side Becky was standing in the doorway, chest thrust outward and hands on hips. She looked so ridiculously hot, and the thought of obeying the order she'd just given me had me incredibly excited. I decided to do something a little extra special tonight. "Keyword: Program."
Becky froze in place. I got off the bed and walked up close to her. She looked like she had just barely started to say something and frozen on the first syllable. She was actually pretty cute standing there with her lips slightly puckered mid-word. Looking at her great body, I really wanted a little feel, but I made myself wait. Thinking about all the little noises she usually put out when I touched her made me think about how much better it would be to get hold of her when she was awake!
"Becky, you really enjoyed ordering me around just now. You really love the role of a sexy cop, and you're going to be very assertive with me tonight." I backed off and laid back down in the bed. "Keyword: Resume."
"And...," Becky stopped, looked around as if rethinking what she was about to say, then smiled more confidently than ever, "And don't try to resist. Just do what you're told and this will go easier for both of us."
At that point I smiled so hard I thought my cheeks would go numb. My cock stood up straight in the air as she walked towards me; I wanted to be inside her so badly. She climbed onto the bed, but instead of mounting me as I expected, she crawled up close to my waist.
I inhaled deeply when she slid my cock into her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down slowly. I decided I wanted this to last awhile so I said, "Keyword: Tease."
Becky pulled her mouth off off my dick, but kept one hand pumping it slowly as she sat up in the bed. "So, are you going to cooperate?" she asked slyly.
I nodded. "Oh yes, yes I am."
"That's 'yes ma'am' if you don't want a good smack." Becky put her free hand on her hip and leaned her head back, tipping her police hat up in the air. She looked very authoritative as she slowly pumped my cock. I started reaching for her breasts. "Flat on your back and hands at your sides where I can see them!"
I stopped and did as she commanded. Without letting go of my cock she reached up and undid another button on her shirt. I could see deeply into her cleavage now, but her breasts weren't quite free. Her hand slid over my balls, sending a thrill up my spine. I looked again at her deep cleavage, hoping she'd undo the shirt completely. At that moment the fact that I'd seen her naked before and touched her everywhere didn't keep me from going a little nuts as she pulled her hand away from her shirt.
Becky leaned forward again and stuck out her tongue, but kept my cock just barely out of range. She pumped my dick slowly with her hand, and every now and then she'd lean in slightly closer as if she was about to swallow it again. However, every time she did that she'd pull back, leaving me moaning in delicious frustration. I felt like exploding. As she winked at me I realised I couldn't take the teasing anymore. "Keyword: Program." Becky stopped with my cock almost touching her protruding tongue. I resting for a second, trying to calm down enough not to lose it before the real fun started.
Seeing her frozen again made me think of the first time I'd hypnotised her. When I'd told her that I knew how to hypnotise people she'd gotten very excited, but nervous. She told me that she normally wouldn't allow herself to lose that much control, but she really wanted to quit smoking. I was completely amazed at how easily and how deeply she went under, losing control actually came very naturally to her. I couldn't resist poking around in her head a little, and I was surprised that the shy girl I'd gone out with had a raging wild side she didn't want to admit to herself. Can you blame me for implanting a few tiny commands in that situation?
"Becky," I panted a little more before restarting, "Oh God, Becky, just fuck me. Ride me hard and teach me how to be a good prisoner. Keyword: Resume."
Becky woke back up and climbed up on top of me, but she still didn't start the sex! Instead she pushed my dick down so that she was sitting straight up on my hips, with my cock pressing up against her pussy. The sensation had me twitching and I let out a little moan.
"I'd advise you to be quiet," she said silkily. Her hands slowly unbuttoned the rest of her shirt. "In fact, you have the right to remain silent." She finished unbuttoning it and pulled the shirt open. "Anything you say can and will get me held against you."
The site of her wonderful breasts was too much. I couldn't help yelling, "Oh God!"
Suddenly she leaned down and smothered my face with my breasts. "I warned you! Now, you have the right to a good, hard fucking. If you can not stand a good, hard fucking, that's too damn bad!" I felt her hands grab my wrists and pull them over my head. I could feel her shifting around to hold both my hands with one of hers. I knew I could easily pull free, but why the hell would I want to do that?!
Becky's voice lowered, I could tell she was almost as horny as I was. "Do you understand these rights as I have described them?" I couldn't really answer since her breasts still had my face covered, but I made the most enthusiastic sounds I could. "Well then, get ready for a ride!"
Becky reached down with her free hand and grabbed my cock. I couldn't believe how good her hand felt on it. I felt her lift up and then her wonderful pussy slid down on top of me. She had to slide back a bit to get fully inserted, so her breasts slid off my face. I didn't mind, staring into her beautiful eyes made up for it.
I tried to help a little, but I couldn't get much leverage with Becky pinning my arms over my head. She did most of the work and it felt incredible. I laughed as I remembered that I'd had her in the same position last week when she'd worn the naughty schoolgirl costume. Was this a little bit of revenge? If so, then revenge is awesome!
Becky smiled down at me as she fucked me. Other than a few noises, she'd gone silent, as she often did during sex. Usually I was OK with that, but it didn't seem appropriate for tonight's game. "Keyword: Chatty."
"Oh yeah!" screamed Becky, "You like that, don't you! You know who's in charge here, and you're going to do whatever I want, aren't you?!"
"Yes!" I screamed back.
"Yes what?!"
"Yes ma'am!"
Becky smiled harder and increased her pace. "That's right!"
I looked down a bit. Her heavy breasts looked so incredible bouncing back and forth inside her open, blue shirt. I looked down a little more at her tiny skirt. It was so small that it had ridden up easily and didn't restrict her legs at all. Those legs were covered in sweat at this point, which made them shiny and gorgeous curled up on either side of me. Every part of this woman just made me hornier. I thought about pulling my hands free and feeling her incredible body, but the tight grip she had on me was even hotter than touching her right now.
"Are you ready?" said Becky. "Are you ready to cum for me, big man?"
Just hearing her say it made it hard for me to hold back. "Yes. Yes MA'AM!!!" I came hard and Becky stiffened on top of me. I hadn't even programmed her to do that, she'd just always had a natural talent for working me up at the perfect speed to make me cum at the same time she did. By the time my vision cleared she'd started moving again, but much slower. She rocked back and forth gently a few times, then rolled off and wrapped her arms around me.
"Yeah, I think we're going to miss the party," she said. "I suppose we could shower again and show up late, but I know how that always goes. As soon as the shower ends, we go at it again."
I smiled, loving the fact that she was right.
"That was a fun game, though." Becky smiled at me as I nodded my agreement. "I'm definitely telling the guys at the costume shop to forget the rental and just put this costume on my account."
I reached over and stroked her hair lightly, then ran my hand down to her hip.
"Oh, before I forget," she said, "I want to have dinner with my Mom on Sunday."
I groaned. "Keyword: Program. Becky, you don't want us to have dinner with your Mom. In fact, you're going to offer me a blowjob as an apology for even suggesting it. Keyword: Resume." I watched her unfreeze again, then smiled my sweetest smile. "Becky, is there any way I could talk you out of visiting your Mom?"
"Hell no," she said firmly. "Mom still gives me a hard time about when we canceled two months ago. Don't forget to wear a tie this time."
That hadn't worked the first three times, so I really hadn't expected it to work this time, either. I'd never been able to get her to do things she didn't subconsciously want to do anyway.
Becky smiled at me. "How about a blowjob to make up for it?"
But I'm not complaining.