What ever she wants

The officer wasted no time. She pulled a dining chair to the centre of the room and sat down, legs spread deliberately wide beneath the dark fabric of her trousers.

“Strip,” she ordered.

Emma swallowed, glancing once at Mark, who only nodded stiffly. With shaking hands she slid her dress down over her body, standing exposed, her bare pussy visible without underwear, the skin on her naked breasts feeling colder than ever causing her pink nipples to go impossibly hard.

The officer chuckled. “No knickers? You wanted me to see you like this all along.” She leaned back in the chair, eyes raking up and down Emma’s trembling body. “Touch yourself. Show me how much of a slut you are for the law.”

Emma’s hand hovered at her thigh, shame coursing through her. But she obeyed, sliding two fingers between her folds. The obscene wet sound filled the room as she stroked herself in front of the uniformed woman. Her body reacted, betraying her shame with raw arousal.

“Louder,” the officer taunted. “I want your husband to hear how soaked you get when another woman makes you do this.”

Mark shifted in the corner, visibly hard beneath his jeans, recording on his phone. His cock throbbed at the sound of his wife’s gasps.

The officer stood abruptly, circling Emma like a predator. She reached down, grabbed Emma’s jaw hard, and **** her to meet her gaze. “On your knees.”

Emma dropped instantly, the carpet rough under her skin.

The officer unzipped her trousers, sliding them down just enough to reveal the black strap-on harness beneath. A thick, rubber cock jutted out obscenely. She tilted her hips forward, tapping the tip against Emma’s lips.

“You wanted ‘anything’… so start proving it. Suck.”

Emma hesitated only a moment before opening her mouth, shame burning her cheeks as she slid her lips over the dildo. The officer laughed, cruel and triumphant, pushing deeper.

“That’s it. **** on it. Look at your husband while you do it.”

Emma’s eyes flicked to Mark, who was trembling, phone in one hand, cock straining in the other. The humiliation seared through her body — and made her wetter still.

The officer pushed Emma down until spit dribbled from her chin. “Good little criminal slut,” she mocked. “You’ll do everything I tell you… or next time I won’t be so forgiving.”

Emma gagged, moaned, humiliated and aroused beyond reason. Mark groaned aloud, his cock throbbing painfully.

The officer finally pulled back, yanking Emma’s head up by the hair. “This is just the beginning.”

She left them there, Emma still kneeling, Mark still shaking, the envelope discarded on the table, their shame and arousal now bound to her authority.