Letters Around Midnight (14 page)

“To make sure I didn't fall over and hurt myself during the search procedure.”

Once in the bedroom he pulled the curtains closed,

“For reasons of privacy,” and said he had to wait as a WPC would be along to search me in a moment. I was nervous. I wasn't sure whether Steve was joking or whether he had got something kinky planned. Threesomes are not my scene, not unless it's strictly mental imagery of course. I've had plenty of hot scenarios going through my mind like any girl trying to “get there” when things aren't happening; but in actual reality, no thanks. He pretended to talk into his radio again.

“Okay control” he said

“I'm afraid the WPC has been delayed, madam. I have been authorised to give you a quick pat down search to make sure you have nothing dangerous on you.”

“Okay.” I lifted my arms above my head but then decided I was being too keen for the purposes of the role play so I changed my mind, as girls are allowed to do

“I'm not sure you can do this.” I tried to sound confident; but noticed a shaky edge to my voice.

“It's not allowed. I've got my rights,” I added, feeling more confident.

“In order to ensure nothing improper happens madam, I've been authorised to video the search for evidential purposes.”

Steve had obviously thought of everything. He went over to the cupboard and got out our video camera out, it was already set up on a tripod ready to go. He set it up facing the bed, it had all been planned out. There was no way to get out of this. I had to surrender. The problem is of course I am a total control freak. I hate not being able to command a situation.

He set the camera running. We have occasionally recorded sex sessions but I was always wary. I've heard of too many stories of videos finding their way onto the net via disgruntled ex-boyfriends; but what the hell, I thought, let's see where it goes, I could always delete it. Not being in control was, in a strange way, turning out to be liberating and things were starting to heat up in my panties.

“Come on madam, face the camera please, this is a matter of national urgency,”

I stood facing the camera with my back to him. I was getting pretty damn urgent myself. He started to give me a thorough pat down. He looked through my hair, around my collar, running his hands under my arms and around my waist, down my back, down the outsides of my legs and he asked me to lift my feet up to see the underside of my shoes.

He walked around the front of me,

“People often hide drugs in their mouths, madam. Can you open your mouth for me” I did so, he made a show of looking in.

“Nothing,” he said

“I could have told you that” I said and managed to sound just the right side of petulant.

“Sorry madam I'm only doing my job. I'm going to have to do a second frisk search.”

 

Hmm, I thought, this sounds better. He went behind me again and this time rubbed his hands over my breasts. He came around the front and opened a few buttons of my blouse and peeked inside my bra. He dug a hand in each cup rubbing his hands over my breasts looking me in the eyes. He was obviously enjoying telling me what to do. I could see his uniform was being put under duress from the inside.

“Are you sure this is allowed officer?” I protested.

“Please don't interfere Madam,”

“I think you're the one doing the interfering.”

He went round behind me again and I felt him kneel down beside me and run his hands up the insides of my thighs all the way to my panties. He was play rough and the feeling of his hands up my skirt was making me squirm. I had to move my legs apart to assist the search otherwise I would be resisting. I didn't want to resist. If my panties aren't moist by now I thought they never will be.

He unbuttoned my blouse fully and I heard the zip at the back of my dress being pulled down. He ordered me to step out of it so I was standing there in my blouse, bra, panties and heels.

“Bend over miss” His voice was so commanding. He turned me sideways to the camera and forced my head down over the bed with my hands out in front of me.

“I'm going to have to examine you internally.” Now that was more like it, the search was finally going places.

He pulled down my panties and put his fingers in my pussy. It was a real turn on to be ordered to do things. I couldn't say no. I had to do everything I was told; and, it was all being caught on camera. The video winked its red eye at me mutely. Everything was being caught on camera.

I felt him put his face to me and lick me from behind probing inside the entrance to my pussy with his tongue.

I was beyond caring what the officer did to me next, I wanted his cock inside me and I wanted it there and then.

“I'm going to have to use a longer instrument” he said.

 

I heard his zip and trousers go down. He unhooked his belt and rubbed the leather over my bum and flicked me gently with it. I could feel my bum smarting at the sting of the leather. I love a little hanky spanky, the slap and tingle of it makes my pussy twice as hot. He tossed the belt on to the bed beside me and I could smell the leather. His cock pushed up against me and then pushed into me. It felt huge, he must have been as horny as I was. I love having sex half clothed, it feels so much more promiscuous than being fully naked. With the camera running, it felt much naughtier.

He pumped me hard from behind, holding on to my hips for purchase whilst I grabbed the sheets, my mouth open in a great big continuous “O”. I caught sight of us in the bedroom mirror, getting a glimpse of what I would be seeing on the video later. It was a real turn-on to see me being fucked by a man in uniform. In my mind it wasn't Steve in the mirror. I could only see the side of him from his shoulders down, the muscles of this thighs working rhythmically as he thrust into me. It was a man, any man; this random guy, taking me there, helpless. My sense of control was completely taken away from me.

Steve was leaning right over me with my face was flat on the bed. I couldn't stop him from doing anything he wanted to me. He grabbed my breasts kneading them hard. As he took me, my face was buried in the bedclothes. I felt him work a hand between us and felt him sticking his thumb in my arse. We've tried some anal before. To be honest, it didn't do much for me before but then it was extremely naughty and him forcing his thumb inside me as he fucked me was all part of the feeling of subjugation. I could feel my ring giving in as he pressed in harder. The feeling of being entered from back and front was extremely erotic and from out of nowhere I found myself bucking myself up against him. I wanted something bigger and deeper and tried to tell him but couldn't interfere with the due process of the law. I had to accept what was happening and couldn't interfere although I was being interfered with. The feeling of helplessness was overwhelming.

“Now Madam,” he said,

“I think we need to make sure you aren't hiding anything anywhere else.”

He forced me up on to the bed to go on all fours and stood up astride me on the bed. I felt him push his dick up against my arse. I was so up for it by then.

“Oh officer “ I said,

“Are you sure?”

“Believe me Miss, it's necessary.”

He pushed himself into me. He must have had some lube ready because he slid in easily. I felt my arse stretching open as he pushed himself in holding his cock straight with one hand, feeding it in hard inch by delicious hard inch. Once he was fully in, he produced a vibrator from under the bedclothes and slipped it into my pussy and set it pulsing. He must have had his balls resting on the butt end of the vibrator as it stuck out of me, because he was going wild. He was pumping hard and deep in long slow controlled strokes to start but he soon lost all semblance of control. The smell of anal is totally different to normal sex, it's more of a sweet savoury than salty and the sound and smell of us fucking was intoxicating. He would slap my bum occasionally with a thwack for not complying with his orders to push back harder. I pushed back as hard as I could whilst he grabbed handfuls of the flesh of my hips and bum. At one point he slipped his leather belt under my waist and buckled it up around me and used it to hold on to whilst he gave my arse a good deep rodgering. I had never had him in so deep before or so rough. I could feel the roughness of my ring gripping his shaft right down to the root with each thrust. If he hadn't have lubed me up so good I wouldn't have been able to sit for a week.

I had never been filled twice at the same time. The feeling was so intense. With the vibe in my pussy pulsing and him pumping down into my arse I couldn't help but work my hands between my legs to massage my clit pushing it down against the vibrator. I had my face turned to the side taking the weight of us on my upper chest and shoulder whist he pulled me back by his belt under my hips onto his cock, thrusting forward. It was the most amazing ride of my life.

The feeling of being so full with his balls bumping into the place between my arse and pussy sent me over the edge and I came hard. I grabbed hold of the vibrator and was pumping myself with it as he fucked my arse harder and deeper. I had never come during anal before and it felt deliciously naughty. I felt him tense and grunt as he came shooting his spunk deep up my arse. We were both groaning with the effort of coming. What the neighbours must have thought of all of these animal noises coming from our bedroom, God only knows.

We collapsed onto to the bed him still inside me and the vibe still pulsing. It was a hell of a session.

We watched the video back later after we had had a good shower. It made me hot as hell and we had sex again whilst watching it. I can't believe how hot it made me seeing a man in uniform taking me hard from behind.

Since then, Steve has surprised me at home in a variety of uniforms. We've been on fire, had manoeuvres in the rear garden a few times, I've been piloted, examined by doctors, arrested more than once and I've lost count of the number of seamen. Each session is dutifully recorded and stored away. If Steve goes out with his mates I often stay in and watch our sessions and when he comes back I'm raring to go. I've also surprised him a few times. He's come back to nurses, teachers, his own WPC - the one who was late for my search and was very angry she had missed out and took it out on him.

It's added a whole new dimension to our bedroom antics. But, I am in control of the video. I certainly don't want to find these on the net one day.

 

***

 

Talking of videos, despite my focused attention on Ros and her escapades the wonders of modern technology meant my girlfriends and their mobile phones ensured I had multiple replays from multiple angles of the tightest buns we had seen in many a long night.

Hooray for the 3G generation.

  

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