Policewoman

Me smiles. “Glad you like the policewoman outfit,” she says. “Borrowed it from my friend Amy.”

Suddenly she disappears, along with the rack of clothes, and then the perception filter lifts and Me’s standing there, dressed as a policewoman, the short skirt and dark tights showing off her shapely legs.

“Should have brought my truncheon,” she says, “though it looks like you’ve brought yours.”

She walks behind you and tells you to spread your legs. You obey, and then she starts moving her soft hands all over your flesh, turning you on, touching you in all the right places.

“What's so sexy about Me being a policewoman?” she asks. “Do you just like uniforms, or do you like a strong woman being in charge?” From behind you, her hands move up your thighs. “Or is it the possibility of police brutality?” Her hands wrap around your cock. “Looks like I’ve found a concealed weapon. Maybe I should confiscate it.”

She squeezes your cock and then lets go. “I am the law,” she tells you, grabbing your balls. You wince as you feel her nails digging in. “I’m the judge, the jury... the executioner. I get to decide when you cum.”

She releases your balls and walks around to be in front of you. You look at her, with her white blouse, stab vest and short skirt, liking what you see, as she looks back at you. Then she gets on her knees, facing your erect cock. “Well, hello, hello, hello, what have we here then?”

Then she goes quiet, as she takes your cock in her mouth, your weapon truly being concealed. Her tongue and teeth play along it, her fingernails scratching your balls, as she starts to give you a blow job that sends shivers of excitement through you, your muscles tensing. You can’t help but moan as she builds and builds, using her centuries of experience to take you to new plateaus of pleasure, and then, just as you’re at the point of no return... she stops.

You hang there, your cock twitching, while she just laughs.

“I’ll need to take a sample of semen,” she says, taking off her hat with its checkered pattern, and grabbing your frustrated cock, before slowly, ever so slowly, draining it of all its cum, into her hat.

She looks up at you. “You should eat, keep up your strength.” She dips her fingers into her hat, covering them in your thick cum, and then forces her fingers into your mouth, almost **** you, making you lick them clean.

“That’s the only thing you’ll get to eat during this game, my cumslut,” she tell you, with a smile, “but after the game, you’ll get to eat Me.”

She smiles and disappears, courtesy of a perception filter, while you hang there, horny and frustrated, wishing this game would end and the fun would begin.

A few minutes later, Me reappears, back in her long leather coat.