Facesitting Cop with Attitude

Susanna White woke with a start and lay frozen in bed – ears straining to catch the slightest noise. Yes, there it was again – the faint squeak of a foot moving across the floorboards downstairs. There was someone in her house!

Silently, she drew back the covers and reached for her service revolver in the nightstand. The stupid intruder had made a big mistake, breaking into the house of a cop. She carefully slipped her handcuffs  and key into her pajama pants pocket and with bare feet, lightly padded across the room.

 

After two years in this house, she knew where every loose floorboard was. Even in the darkness she moved without a sound and swiftly made her way down the stairs, listening to the sounds of the intruder. He was in her living room now, and she wondered if he was pondering how much money he could get for her Harman Kardon stereo. The bastard would not be taking that or anything else from this house tonight. She reached the ground floor and quickly moved across the foyer to the living room.

 

There was the bastard, his back to her, staring at the stereo. She pointed her gun at him and, voice thick with menace said, “Freeze, asshole!”

 

The man turned. He wore jeans, a black coat, and had a leather mask over his head, covering everything but his eyes, nose, and mouth. She was gratified and amused when she saw his eyes widen at the sight of the gun. But then the twit put on an air of bravado, saying, “Oh come on, we both know that gun isn’t loaded, lady. You probably don’t even know how to use it.”

 

“Wrong again, dirtbag,” Susanna told him. “You should have done your homework. You just broke into the house of a cop. Big mistake.”

 

The intruder scoffed. “You expect me to believe that, lady? Where is your badge?”

 

“It’s in my wallet upstairs, asshole. But that citation for bravery over on the wall should be proof enough for you. And then of course there’s the gun, which IS loaded by the way. So just lift your hands nice and slow and let’s get on with it.”

 

The masked man looked over at the wall where she’d pointed and when he looked back at her he was no longer scoffing. He lifted his hands and said, “Oh geez lady, I’m really sorry. Please don’t arrest me. I can’t deal with going back to jail again.”

 

“You should have thought of that before you went and broke into my home,” Susanna stated. She approached him, grabbed his wrist and spun him around, handcuffing his hands behind him.

 

“Please lady, I’ll do anything to avoid jail. Anything at all!” the intruder begged. “Can’t we work something out?”

 

Something about the way he asked so beseechingly made Susanna pause. He sounded sincere, scared, and now that she thought about it, he also sounded rather young. “What the hell are you doing breaking into houses then, if you’re so scared of going to jail.”

 

“Pure and simple, lady, I need the money to live,” he told her. “This economy is fucked and I haven’t been able to find a job in two months. I’m about to be evicted and I haven’t had a decent meal in a week. I’m a bit desperate, I guess. I’m really sorry.”

 

“So what do you mean that you’ll do anything?” she asked him, curiosity coloring her voice.

 

“I mean anything, lady,” he insisted. “I’ll do any work that needs to be done. Anything at all. Please don’t send me to jail.”

 

Susanna lowered her gun. Something about his offer sparked a touch of excitement inside of her. That, and seeing him standing there in leather mask and handcuffs, begging and totally at her mercy. She felt her nipples stiffen under the light tshirt she wore and the heat rise in her cunt.

 

The intruder noticed her nipples too, and repeated again in a lower tone, “I mean it lady, I will do anything you want.”

 

It had been so long since she’d gotten properly laid – not since her last lover had packed in the middle of the night and left, saying he just couldn’t live with a control freak anymore. As gratifying as the job was, it just didn’t give her the sexual satisfaction she needed. She decided to test the intruder and see just how serious he was with his offer to do anything for her.

 

“Okay, I’ll tell you what,” she said. “I’ll uncuff one hand. And then I want you to strip.”

 

“Strip??” he asked, sounding surprised, hopeful, and a little worried all at the same time. “You mean, take all my clothes off?”

 

“Yup,” she told him. “Unless, of course, you have changed your mind about doing anything to stay out of jail.”

 

“Oh no, not at all!” he reassured her, now sounding eager. “I’m definitely willing!”

 

Susanne smiled menacingly. “Don’t you want to know what I have in mind first?” she asked.

 

The intruder laughed nervously. “I’ll go along with whatever, but yeah, okay – what do you have in mind?”

 

“Oh, let’s just say that one way or another, you will be punished. I think that a bit of facesitting is in order. I plan to sit naked on your face in that mask and smother you with my smooth wet pussy and ass.  I plan to grind on you and make you lick me until I’m satisfied,” she told him.

 

“Wow, that sounds very intense. No one has ever done anything like that to me before,” he told her. “But I will be your willing pupil and do exactly what you tell me.”

 

“You’re damned right, you will,” she assured him. “Oh, and you’ll be tied up too. And I don’t want to hear any bitching from you when I get going with my ass grinding,” she warned. “When I get going, I can be – intense.”

 

“I’m up for the challenge,” he said. “Besides, from the looks of that hot body, I won’t have any problem at all giving you some proper ass worship.”

 

Susanna liked the sound of that and felt her pussy swelling with heat and moisture. She reached some nylon cord out of the hutch next to her and fetched her handcuff key at the same time. She carefully unlocked one wrist and warned him against pulling any “funny stuff” and then stepped back. “Okay – strip. I want to watch.”

 

The man removed his coat and laid it on the sofa. Then he quickly shed the rest of his clothing and stood naked before her. She saw that his cock was quite large and very erect. He was clearly turned on. Her pussy pulsed more moisture at the sight of it. She had a feeling that facesitting on this man was going to be very pleasurable.

 

She stepped over to him and tied his hands together and then stretched the cord down to his ankles and tied them together too. “Lay down on the floor,” she then ordered him.

 

He quickly complied, large erection reaching for the ceiling. She put the gun on the table and said, “And by the way, before you get any wise ideas – this never happened.” She walked over to his pants and fished his ID out of his wallet, taking note of his name and address. “If you mess with me, Daniel, you will regret it.”

 

“I won’t mess with you lady,” Daniel told her. “I feel like I’m getting off lucky here.”

 

“You’ll be lucky to get off, too,” she told him, chuckling. “If you service me good and proper during our facesitting session, there might be a reward in it for you. But right now, that’s a BIG if.”

 

She dropped his wallet on his pants and stood over him. When she saw that she had all of his attention, Susanne deliberately stripped down, revealing her strong perfect body. She was gratified to see his cock twitch in his excitement. Yes, this was going to be fun.

 

She stood over him facing his feet, her legs spread – her feet on either side of his head, giving him a perfect view of her wet and swollen pussy. Then she kneeled and sat back, her pussy covering his mouth and her ass over his nose, smothering him with her facesitting. “Now lick!” she ordered him.

 

She felt his long, hot tongue begin to caress her throbbing pussy lips and the sensation was heavenly. She had to give the boy credit. He really seemed to know his way around snatch. She moaned and grinded against him, his nose tickling her ass hole. Soon she was calling out in her heat, “yes, yes, oh fuck yes!” and suddenly she was cumming hard, her pussy juices coating his mouth and leather mask. Satisfied, she leaned back for one more small measure of facesitting, just to remind him who was in charge here, and then she rose to her feet.

 

“Okay, I have to give you credit,” Susanne told him. “You have earned this. But, you’re staying tied up.”

 

She knelt beside Daniel and took his large cock in her right hand. She could barely wrap her hand around it’s girth. “My, you are a big boy, aren’t you?” she stated, and was pleased to hear him moan. She squeezed her hand tighter around it and stroked up and down, enjoying the sounds of his pleasure and beyond that, her complete control over him. Every time she could tell that he was getting close, she slowed down just enough to prolong things a little longer, driving him crazy. Finally, when the man was panting and moaning uncontrollably, she stroked him hard and fast, pumping his cock until his spunk shot out, covering her hands and his belly.

 

“Consider yourself properly punished,” she told him with a smile. “And don’t you dare ever let me catch you in my home again,” she added sternly. “At least, not unless you are ordered to be here!”

 

Daniel smiled through his mask. “Any chance of that happening soon?” he asked, sounding hopeful.

 

“Only time will tell,” is all she would say. “Now, get dressed and get the fuck out. I need my sleep.”