Cops & Robbers - M/F - 18+ Only!!

[Boundngagged75]

The midday sun blazed overhead as I drove down the winding country road, the golden fields on either side stretching out to the horizon. The road was mostly empty, save for the occasional car or truck passing by in the opposite direction. I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel, the hum of the engine and the faint sound of a distant radio station providing a soothing backdrop to my thoughts.

Ahead, the road curved and dipped, flanked by ancient oaks that cast dappled shadows on the asphalt, creating a serene, almost timeless scene.

Suddenly, in my rearview mirror, I noticed a flash of red and blue lights. My heart skipped a beat as a police cruiser pulled out from a hidden spot behind a cluster of trees and began to follow me. I glanced at the speedometer, assuring myself that I wasn’t speeding, but the lights stayed on, and the cruiser stayed close.

With a sigh, I signaled and pulled over to the side of the road. I watched as the cruiser came to a stop behind me. The driver’s door opened, and a female police officer emerged, her uniform crisp and her movements confident. She adjusted her hat, her face partially obscured by reflective sunglasses, and walked toward his car with purposeful strides.

She stopped beside my window, one hand resting on her hip, the sun catching the polished badge on her chest. Her uniform was impeccably fitted, hugging her curves in all the right places. The tight navy fabric accentuated her athletic build, each movement revealing the toned muscles beneath. Her long, auburn hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail, drawing attention to her striking features—high cheekbones, full lips, and piercing blue eyes framed by dark lashes. As she approached, the confident click of her heeled boots on the pavement added to her commanding presence, every step exuding a mix of authority and allure.

I rolled down my window, the summer air rushing in, mixed with a hint of the officer’s perfume.

“Good afternoon,” she said, her tone professional but not unfriendly. “License and registration, please.”

I nodded, trying to keep my hands steady as I retrieved the documents from my glove compartment. “Sure, officer…” I examined the silver name plate fastened to her chest, “Winter. Did I do something wrong?”

She took the papers, giving them a quick glance before focusing back on me. “Just a routine check,” she replied. “We’ve had some reports of suspicious activity in the area, and we’re keeping an eye out.”

I nodded, my nerves settling slightly. The officer walked back to her cruiser, checking my information. A few moments later, she returned, handing back my documents.

“Would you mind following me?” she asked, her tone formal and serious.

“Uh, sure,” I replied, my mind racing, perplexed. “May I ask what for? Seems a bit unorthodox.”

“Just keep your hands on the wheel and follow me please,” Officer Winter instructed, emphasizing the importance of her command as she turned around and walked back to her cruiser.

From my rear view mirror, I watched as she climbed back into the seat, closed the door, and pulled around me from the shoulder of the road as I sat clutching my steering wheel nervously.

Her car’s tires skidded slightly as it veered off the paved road, crunching onto the rough gravel of a dirt path as she turned down a road perpendicular to the main road.

The sun was beginning its peak casting long shadows across the landscape as I followed the police cruiser down the deserted dirt road. Dust kicked up by the cruiser’s tires billowed in the air, creating a hazy trail that glowed in the fading taillights. The road was narrow and uneven, flanked by tall, whispering grasses and dense thickets that seemed to close in around us the farther we went.

My heart pounded in my chest as I gripped the steering wheel, the sense of isolation growing with each passing mile. The only sound was the crunch of gravel beneath the tires and the occasional chirp of crickets, their songs heralding the overhead sun.

Ahead, the police cruiser’s lights flickered briefly as it slowed and then turned off onto a narrower, almost hidden path. I hesitated for a moment, glancing around at the encroaching wilderness, before steeling myself and following. The trees here were thicker, their branches forming a canopy that blocked out the daylight, casting eerie shadows on the ground.

As the cruiser finally came to a stop in a small clearing, I pulled up behind it, my apprehension mounting. Officer Winter stepped out, her silhouette framed against the bright sky, and motioned for me to do the same. The deserted road now seemed miles away, the world reduced to this isolated, silent spot.

She stood by her cruiser, the late afternoon sun casting a warm, golden hue over the scene. Her tight, perfectly fitted uniform accentuated her curves, the fabric clinging to her toned figure with every movement.

She leaned casually against the side of the cruiser, one hand resting on her hip, the other brushing a loose strand of her auburn hair away from her face. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she smiled, her full lips curving into a playful grin.

“So,” she said, her voice smooth and teasing, “here we are.” Her gaze locked onto me, the intensity of her stare making my heart race.

“I-I’m confused,” I stammered.

Officer Winter stepped closer, her boots crunching softly on the gravel. The way she moved was deliberate, each step exuding confidence and an undeniable allure. “You know,” she continued, her tone dropping to a sultry whisper, “I don’t usually bring people out to this spot. Consider yourself special.”

Her fingers lightly brushed my arm, sending a shiver down my spine. The closeness, the heat of her presence, was intoxicating. She tilted her head, her eyes never leaving his, and bit her lower lip, a gesture that was both innocent and provocatively inviting.

“I could get into trouble for this,” she murmured, her voice barely audible over the rustling of the corn. “But sometimes, breaking the rules can be… fun.” Her smile widened, a promise of adventure and the thrill of the forbidden hanging in the air between them.

“So I’m not in trouble?” I asked, relieved but still trying to wrap my mind around what was unfolding.

“Oh you’re in trouble,” she said with a soft smile, biting her lower lip as our eyes locked. Her laughter, light and melodious, filled the air as she playfully swayed from side to side. She reached up, her fingers deftly pulling loose the elastic band that held her hair in place. Slowly, she let her long, auburn waves tumble free, cascading over her shoulders and framing her face in a cascade of silk.

With a teasing smile, Officer Winter glanced over at me, her eyes twinkling with a mix of mischief and charm. “What’s the matter?” she asked, her voice lilting and inviting, “Are you afraid I might place you under arrest?”

She stepped closer, the breeze gently lifting a few strands of her now-loose hair. Her fingers traced a path down the length of her locks before she shook her head slightly, allowing the hair to fall naturally. The movement was mesmerizing, drawing my eyes to the way the light caught the different shades of brown and red in her hair.

Her smile widened, a touch of shyness mingling with her flirtation. “Do you like me?” she asked, her voice soft and filled with an endearing vulnerability. She tilted her head, the gesture making her look both playful and inviting.

I felt his heart skip a beat as she closed the distance between them, her hair shimmering in the fading light. “I- I do.”

She brushed a lock behind her ear, her fingers lingering near her cheek, highlighting the gentle curves of her face. “Then what do you say we play ‘good cop/ bad cop’?” she asked with a laugh, her eyes meeting his with an intensity that made the world around them fade into the background.

In that moment, with her hair down and her playful, flirtatious energy enveloping me, I felt a connection that was as natural and effortless as the way her hair danced in the evening breeze.
She slowly began to loosen the buttons of her uniform shirt, beginning at the top and working her way down until a black floral balconette bra was peeking out.

I felt my cock growing hard in the front of my pants.
“Who will go first?” she asked flirtatiously. “Do you want me to be the bad cop?”

“How does ‘good cop/ bad cop’ work? I asked, my mind racing with uncertainty and excitement. She continued to unbutton her uniform shirt as she unbloused it from her pants, slipping it down off of her shoulders. The black floral balconette bra cradled her large perfectly symmetrical breasts. Her eyes twinkled with naughtiness. She unsnapped the keepers that fastened her leather duty belt around her waist, dropping it to the ground. Her dark navy blue pants hugged her hips and conformed nicely to her round butt.

“I will need to search you first,” she said in a playfully flirtatious tone. “Turn around and place your hands on the hood of the vehicle.”

As ordered, I turned and placed my hands on the hood of the car, the cold metal sent a shiver through my spine. The sound of a pair of heavy boots shuffling across the dirt made me tremble as female officer approached. “Spread ‘em.” Her voice was calm but firm, instructing me to spread my legs.

She stretched her wrist into a rubber glove, letting it snap back against her wrist. The sound sent warm tingles radiating throughout my body as I stood, bent over the car, in anticipation. She stretched her other wrist into another rubber glove, her finger tips dancing their way into the finger holes of the glove. “Mmmm…” she moaned, gazing over me devilishly as tugged on the cuffs of her gloves, the sound of the latex snapping and rubbing against itself intensifying.

Officer Winter approached me slowly, her expression playful yet firm. “Alright, sir,” she began, her voice steady and authoritative. “I’m going to perform a pat down search for any weapons or contraband,” she explained, her tone leaving no room for argument. “This is for my safety and yours.” Her roleplaying was convincing.

She began at my shoulders, her hands methodically moving down my arms. “Stay still,” she instructed. “Anything sharp or dangerous I should know about?”

“No, ma’am,” I muttered, my voice barely audible.

She continued her search, her hands moving with practiced efficiency. “Good. Just keep cooperating and this will be over quickly.”

I could feel the tension in the air as her hands methodically patted me down, as she mimicked searching for anything that might be hidden. The only sound being the rustling of the pat down and my own shallow breaths.

Officer Winter cupped her hand over my hip. Then, slowly slid her palm across my waistline. With a quick yank, she pulled my belt loose, simultaneously unbuttoning my pants. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly as she sent small tingles radiating through my body, her hand diving deep down the front of my pants in between my legs. I squeezed her hand in between my thighs as I felt it enclose around my cock.

“I thought you said you weren’t hiding anything,” she said with a soft smile as she bit her lower lip.

“Am I under arrest?” I asked, quivering at her touch as she wrapped her rubber gloved hand around my cock and slowly started sliding it up and down the shaft.

She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear as she spoke in a low, almost playful tone. “You sure you don’t have anything else hidden?” she teased, her lips curling into a subtle, knowing smile.

As my cock grew hard, she began to rapidly stroke it. The friction from the latex of her gloves was euphoric as blissful and exhilarating, as her hand alternated between stroking my cock and massaging my balls. I grunted and moaned softly as my the palms of my hands remained flat against the vehicle.

“Uh, no, ma’am,” I replied through shortened breaths and panting. “Nothing else hidden.”

Her hand enclosed back around my cock as her slow rub accelerated into a fast jerking motion. Her latex gloved hand slid up and down my cock with ease as I closed my eyes tightly, my cock throbbing. As I opened my eyes, I couldn’t help but notice the way her eyes seemed to dance with amusement, her smile both disarming and unnerving.

“You always this…thorough?” I asked, attempting a shaky grin, trying to match her playful tone.

Officer Winter’s smile widened slightly, her eyes never leaving mine. “Only when necessary,” she replied, her voice a soft purr. “Now hold still. I wouldn’t want to miss anything.”

I felt my cock pulsing as I was ready to cum. “Yes, ma’am,” I muttered as I felt her warm breath on my neck.

Her hand wandered deep down between my thighs, cupping underneath. “Time for a deep cavity search,” she giggled with a devilish grin as her fingertips slightly penetrated, providing anal stimulation as she slid her finger inside.

“Ughh,” I grunted softly. “You certainly are… thorough,” I muttered, my body quivering in anticipation of her fingertips prodding me again.

“I take my job very seriously,” she replied with a hint of sarcasm, her fingertips gently massaging my balls. “‘To serve and protect’.”

“And here I thought I was being taken advantage of,” I said bitingly, small tingles radiating through out my body.

“Me? Never!” she said, her eyes wide and her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Besides. Rubber gloves leave no fingerprints,” she said as she grasped my cock and balls and gave them a tight squeeze.

“Mmm…” I groaned softly, squeezing her hand between my thighs.

“How about we play another game?” she suggested in a low whisper.

“What did you have in mind?” I asked.

“How about ‘Cops and Robbers’?” she replied with a soft smile as she gently massaged my balls with her latex gloved fingertips. “You can be the bad guy,” she whispered in my ear, her hot breath sent a shiver down my spine, making my skin tingle with a mix of apprehension and unexpected thrill. “And I’ll be your hostage.”

She pulled me in closer to her, her body language both inviting and elusive. “Think you can handle that?” she teased, her tone a perfect mix of flirtation and taunt.

I leaned in closer, matching her intensity. “I guess there’s only one way to find out,” I said, my voice low and confident.

Her smile widened, and she took a step back, her eyes never leaving mine. “Let’s see if you can keep up, then,” she said, turning around with a glance over her shoulder that promised adventure and mischief. She unbuttoned her uniform pants and slowly slipped them down off of her hips. Her round ass swallowed up the black thong that hugged her hips. She continued to slide her pants down around her ankles, stepping out of them, and turned back around facing me.

“Oh no, please don’t hurt me, Mr. Robber,” she said with a playful frown, Officer Winter’s brows knitted together in mock seriousness, yet the corners of her mouth twitched upwards, hinting at the smile she was holding back. “I’ll do anything you say.”

“Anything?” I asked, my interest piqued, as we approached each other. I placed my hands on her hips, the bulge in my pants protruding as I pulled her into me.

“Maybe you can tie me up,” she suggested with a soft smile. Her eyes sparkled with a teasing glint, the corners crinkling ever so slightly as if she were holding back a secret. They locked onto mine with a captivating intensity, full of playful promise and a hint of mischief, making it clear she was enjoying the game.

“Where are those handcuffs?” I replied, returning a smile.
— — — —

Officer Winter had been stripped naked of her clothing. Her bare pussy was clean and smooth. Her large symmetrical breasts rolled on top of her chest as she struggled with her hands secured behind her back, the chains rattling as she tugged against the cold steel cuffs clasped around her wrists. Another set of handcuffs fastened her wrists to the door handle of the cruiser.

For aesthetics, her ankles were bound together with a long polyethylene ribbon of yellow and black caution tape; as well as above and below her breasts, securing her arms to her sides.

I circled her with a predatory grace, my eyes gleaming with dark amusement. She exaggeratedly and enthusiastically struggled against the handcuffs, grunting in embellished frustration.

“Looks like the tables have turned, Officer Winter,” I sneered, leaning in close. My breath was hot against her cheek, sending an involuntary shiver down her spine. “You’ve been a naughty cop, haven’t you?”

“You’re never going to get away with this?” she protested, holding back a playful smile. Her eyes, before sharp and commanding, now darted with a mix of vulnerability and helplessness. She forced a defiant smirk. “You don’t know who you’re messing with,” she said, trying to mask her peril with bravado.

I chuckled, my voice low and mocking. “Oh, I think I do,” I whispered, leaning even closer, his lips almost brushing her ear. “What should I do with you first?”

“I’ll scream,” she warned, her voice remained steady, dripping with defiance, fully committed to her role. Her eyes lowered. “Unless, of course, you gag me.”

My cock grew hard as I felt a lump in my throat. She was pleading to me with her eyes, biting her lower lip. I walked over to the trunk of the cruiser, which had been popped open, and grabbed a shiny roll of black vinyl reflective tape.

“Mmm, yeah, gag me,” she muttered as she bit her lower lip again, watching eagerly as I approached her, stretching a small strip off of the roll.

I tore the small strip off of the roll. Her eyes changed from yearning to disappointment.

“What’s that?” she asked. I was confused.

“You said you wanted me to-“

“Yes, gag me,” she interrupted. “Really, really gag me. That isn’t going to keep me quiet, doll,” she boasted. “I want you to really, really, really,” her voice faded into a whisper, “gag me.”

The tranquil symphony of rustling leaves and distant bird calls was abruptly shattered by the harsh, jarring sound of the tape being stretched off the roll, tearing through the serene forest air.

“Mmm… Mmppphh!” she moaned aloud enthusiastically and exaggeratedly as a wide strip of shiny black tape had been stretched out tightly over her mouth and pressed firmly to her lips. I began to tightly wrap the tape around her mouth, making several passes behind her head. “Mmmph! Mmmpphh!” was all she could manage, muffled under several layers of the shiny black pvc tape that had been wrapped around her head, covering her mouth.

The tape conformed to her mouth nicely, revealing the contour of her lips underneath and making a set of lip prints visible beneath as it had been wrapped tightly around. I felt the urge to kiss her. My cock was throbbing in the front of my pants.

I grabbed onto the waistband of my pants and slid them down off my hips, down around my ankles and kicked them off into a heap on the ground. She gazed at my cock, standing fully erect and protruding as she moaned softly, muffled by the tape that stung her lips.

“Mmm… Mmppphh…” she moaned softly under the layers of tape silencing her. Her eyes were inviting. I placed my hands on her hips and pinned her against the cruiser, her shackled hands trapped between her back and the cool steel of the door.

I pressed my lips firmly to hers over the tape as she let out a loud erotic whimper. I pulled her in close to me, slipping my hard cock inside of her tight wet pussy. She began to flex her hips, taking me deeper inside of her.

“Mmmpphh!” she moaned aloud as her tight pussy enclosed around my cock. I could feel my cock pulsing as I thrusted my hips into her, sliding in and out of her.

“Mmmpph! Mmmppphh!!” she squealed into her gag as her globe sized breasts bounced up and down on her chest. I flexed my hips as she took me deeper inside of her. My cock was pulsing in the embrace of her hot wet pussy, enveloped in her slippery juices.

“Oh, fuck,” I muttered as I placed my hand in the small of her back, pulling her in tightly to me.

“Mmm..Mmppph..” she whimpered. I could hear her muffled moans and the sound of the chain rattling as her face was buried in my chest, thrusting her hips furiously.

“Fuck,” I muttered in between shallow breaths. She interlocked the fingers of her rubber gloved hands with mine behind her back. Officer Winter felt a warm tingling wave radiating throughout her body. She moaned euphorically as an intense feeling of pleasure began to build and build. I disengaged my fingers with hers, and gave her bare ass a tight squeeze.

“Mmmpphh! Mmmppph!” was all she could manage with the tape plastered over her mouth as she beckoned me to cum with her. She whimpered as the tingly feeling stimulating her body rocketed into a sudden burst of intense pleasure. I grabbed a handful of her hair, giving it a firm tug. Her head yanked back as she squealed into tape sealing her lips.

“Mmmmpphh!” She grunted into her gag, my cock pulsing as her pussy enclosed around it throughout each thrust deep inside of her. We both moaned together as I began to cum long and hard inside of her.

I could feel her chest rising and falling against mine, her breasts pressed up against me. She panted and whimpered, breathing rhythmically, grunting and groaning into her gag, my cock still stuffed inside her tight wet pussy, her juices flowing over me.
— — — —

Officer Winter stood with her back to me, her uniform disheveled and her hair slightly tousled from the intensity of our embrace. She hurriedly adjusted her uniform, making sure everything was in place before she stepped back into the world of duty and decorum.

“I have to go,” she whispered, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her own heart.

I reached out, catching her hand in a tender grip. “When will I see you again?” I asked, my voice tinged with a blend of hope and sadness.

She smiled softly, squeezing my hand. “Soon,” she promised, though uncertainty lingered in her gaze. “Be careful,” she added, her voice firm but affectionate.

As she walked away, the soft click of her boot heels on the gravel was the only sound that accompanied her, a stark contrast to the passionate and kinky rendezvous she had just left. As I watched her climb into her cruiser and drive away, my heart raced with a mix of exhilaration and trepidation, the clandestine nature of our rendezvous adding an edge to my otherwise controlled existence.

On the ground at my feet, an object lay forgotten: her nameplate, glinting in the sunlight. It bore the inscription “Officer T. Winter,” a silent testament to the day’s secret tryst.

My eyes fell upon the small, metallic nameplate lying in the dirt. Picking it up, I felt the cool metal against my palm, tracing the engraved letters: “Officer T. Winter.”

A wave of emotions washed over me — an overwhelming urge to see her again. To tie her up and fuck her. I found myself craving her pussy. Desperately wanting to hold her sweaty, bound and gagged body against mine. The nameplate felt like a tangible connection to her, a piece of her left behind in our intimate haven.

“I should go after her,” I thought, my heart racing with the impulse to chase after Officer Winter, to catch up to her before she disappeared out of my life forever. The urgency of the moment pressed upon me, the nameplate a silent beacon calling me to action.

I turned back onto the main road, and began to head back in the direction of where I was pulled over earlier. The trees lining the road began to thin, revealing a small clearing to my left. I slowed down, the gravel crunching under my tires as I pulled off the road and into the clearing. To my disappointment, there was no sign of Officer Winter.

Turning off the engine, I stepped out of the car and stretched, the quiet of the countryside enveloping me. Ahead of me, a field of tall grass swayed gently in the evening breeze. I decided to take a closer look, curious about what lay beyond. Pushing through the rustling stalks, the scent of earth and fresh grass filled the air. The grass reached up to my waist, whispering secrets as I waded through it.

Suddenly, a strange noise cut through the tranquil evening—a chorus of muffled whimpers from behind a large oak tree. I stopped in my tracks, my heart beginning to race. I stood still, straining to hear more clearly. I took a cautious step forward, the grass parting before me. The sound grew louder, more insistent. My mind raced with possibilities, each one more unnerving than the last. What could be making that noise in the middle of nowhere?

Despite my apprehension, curiosity propelled me forward. With each step, the muffled whimpers became louder, more distinct. I felt an inexplicable pull toward the source of the sound, unable to turn back now that I was so close. I pressed on, determined to uncover the mystery hidden within the tall grass.

As I approached the large oak tree as my eyes noticed a coil of ropes wrapped around the trunk, seemingly out of place. “Hello?” I called out.

The rustling and stifled whimpers persisted, but there was no answer.

“Hello?” I called out again, nervously. The fallen leaves and twigs crunched under my boots as I slowly approached the tree. The rustling continued as I approached cautiously, each step careful and deliberate. My breath was shallow, and my heart pounded in my chest as I slowly began to circle behind the tree, bracing for whatever, or whoever, might be waiting on the other side.

I found myself face to face, staring into the frightened eyes of a young woman, sitting on the ground, her back pressed against the giant hardwood. She was stripped of her clothing. She wore a matching set of delicate, lace-trimmed underwear, the soft lavender fabric contrasting beautifully against her smooth, caramel-toned skin. The bra hugged her form perfectly, the intricate lace details adding a touch of elegance, while the high-waisted panties accentuated the curve of her hips. Several long coils of rope had been wrapped around her chest, above and below her breasts, and torso, securing her to the thick trunk of a tall oak tree.

Her rich, dark skin glowed under the streetlights, a deep ebony that spoke of her roots and resilience. Her eyes, large and expressive, held a world of stories within them, with the helplessness of a damsel in distress. A crown of tightly coiled curls framed her face, each curl perfectly defined, cascading down to her shoulders with natural grace. She was barefoot, one of her black dress socks had been pulled into her mouth between her lips, knotted off tightly behind her head; and two long strips of duct tape plastered over her mouth to hold the gag together in the shape of an “x”.

“Mmmpph! Mmppphh!” was all she could manage as she pled desperately with her eyes.

I pinched the corner of the tape and slowly peeled it away from her mouth. Her lips were pressed tightly together over the saliva soaked sock tied in her mouth. “Mmmph!” she groaned while I hooked a finger around it, pulling it from her mouth and letting it hang loosley around her neck as she gagged and gasped for air.
“What happened to you?” I asked inquisitively.

“Oh thank god!” she replied in between abbreviated inhales. “I stopped to provide roadside assistance to a woman who was having car trouble. The bitch hit me over the head from behind! By the time I came around, I had been tied up, gagged, and my uniform had been stolen.”

“Who are you?” I asked as I began to examine the knots that bound her.

“I’m Officer Tara Winter.”

[FabianStr2016]

What a story! And really exiting ending! I really hope to read more of you in the future

[YugoSK]

Damn! That was hot. Can we expect more of it?

[Boundngagged75]

What a story! And really exiting ending! I really hope to read more of you in the future

@FabianStr2016 Thank you very much! I’m glad you enjoyed it! I’ve got plenty of stories Let me know what you’re into and I’ll point out some others that you may like

[Boundngagged75]

Damn! That was hot. Can we expect more of it?

@YugoSK Thanks! I intended to just end this here, but I’ll see if I can find a little inspiration and creativity to continue it. We shall see

[laz]

nice twist at the end

[Boundngagged75]

nice twist at the end

@laz thank you! I wonder what our sexy, sultry officer’s true identity is

[Flyingvulture]

Oh my god, what a ride!!

Where's this road again? So I can "avoid it", of course.

And the ending, oof. So many mysteries involved! Love it!

[Boundngagged75]

Oh my god, what a ride!!

Where's this road again? So I can "avoid it", of course.

And the ending, oof. So many mysteries involved! Love it!

@Flyingvulture thank you very much for taking the time to read and for providing positive feedback!

[FabianStr2016]

What a story! And really exiting ending! I really hope to read more of you in the future

@FabianStr2016 Thank you very much! I’m glad you enjoyed it! I’ve got plenty of stories Let me know what you’re into and I’ll point out some others that you may like

I’d love to hear some more about the true identity of the kidnapper/„police officer“ ;D What could she be up next?

[Switcher1313]

Oh I like this tale! Very nice twist!

[Boundngagged75]

What a story! And really exiting ending! I really hope to read more of you in the future

@FabianStr2016 Thank you very much! I’m glad you enjoyed it! I’ve got plenty of stories Let me know what you’re into and I’ll point out some others that you may like

I’d love to hear some more about the true identity of the kidnapper/„police officer“ ;D What could she be up next?

Was the woman’s encounter with the real Officer Tara Winter an ambush? A sexy rendezvous gone wrong? All part of a kinky roleplay? So many possibilities

[Boundngagged75]

Oh I like this tale! Very nice twist!

@Switcher1313 aww thanks I appreciate you taking the time to read and for the positive feedback. I’m glad you enjoyed it!