Stripped, searched and arrested

‘Knock, Knock’

Mark was knocking at Tiffany’s door with the rest of his belongings from his now old form room. He hadn’t lost the firmness in his pants, very excited about seeing Tiffany in her police role playing outfit.

“Come in!” her voice echoed from the inside.

Opening the unlocked door, Mark was walking into a completely dark room, all lights turned out and with the sun already down, nothing was visible.

He slowly walked forward, putting some of his stuff down on the ground, near the side of the wall. “Where are you Tiff,” he whispered, walking aimlessly into the middle of the room. His arms were stretched out, as if he was just going to run into her and be able to grab a hold of that incredible body.

Before he could, the lights turned back on. “Hands up boy, you’re under arrest.”

Mark spun around to see Tiffany standing at the light switch, pointing a fake gun at him.

“Holy Fuck,” he said as he checked out her body. She wore a dark blue police hat, a tight dark blue police top that had a zipper that went down the middle. It was only zipped up half way which meant a good deal of her bra-less boobs could could be seen. Just below the top that cut off at her mid-drift, Tiffany wore a pair of lacy black panties, they weren’t part of the costume, it was just her way of making it even spicier.

And finally, Fishnet Stockings sat comfortably at her thighs under some black boots that went up to her calves. Hot. Hot. Hot.

Mark couldn’t stop himself from smiling as he raised his arms in the air. “Up against the wall right now, and don’t forget to spread ‘em,” she told him, pushing him towards the back wall.

Following the orders of the sexy brunette cop, Mark found himself face to face with the white painted wall, his legs spread and the palms of his hands flat against the wall. “What’s the matter officer?”

Tiffany grabbed the back of his head, “Did I say you could speak? Leave the talking to me.”

His dick couldn’t be any harder right now. Role playing with Tiffany was something they had begun to do most weeks now. He let her do her job, staying quiet as he felt her hands patting him down while removing his shirt and working on his zipper.

Dropping his pants, Tiffany felt up his crotch, patting him down and squeezing his fully hard boner. “Hmmm what’s this huh? We have rules against carrying heavy weapons like this on campus,” she told him, while putting her soft hand down his briefs.

“Oh you are in big, big trouble mister,” she said, feeling him up while dropping his briefs to the ground to make him 100% completely naked.

“It’s so big, how did you ever think you were going to get away with hiding this,” she said in his ear again, now stroking his cock. The precum on his tip was leaking enough to almost be used as a lubricant as the skin of her hand made contact with his shaft.

After a few more long slow strokes, Tiffany stepped up her game again. “I’m going to need to take this back to my office to inspect it properly,” she said, holding his cock tightly with her right hand, leading him to the bed. With that, she threw him on top of the bed, picking up some silver handcuffs.