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Aerin's Fantasy with a twist
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Aerin's Fantasy with a twist Aerin opened the door to the hotel room that her had given her on the phone. The lush carpet muffled the sound of her heels as she stepped into the room but the man sitting on the bed looked up quickly, his eyes eagerly drinking her in. She knew she was an amazing sight and she paused as the door swung close behind her with a soft click. His gaze started at here heels, almost too high but he clearly appreciated how they flexed her calves. He lingered on the black pencil skirt above her bare legs. Somehow, she could tell he saw that the tight skirt left no way to hide her lack of panties. I lay too smooth and tight. When he took in white<b> silk </font></b>blouse, she saw a grin slowly spread across his face. He knew that despite her classy, professional appearance, she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. The skirt was tight enough that she had to shorten her steps as she crossed the room to the bed. She saw the stack of bills on the night stand and smiled. They both would have an amazing night tonight. He was fully dressed, and she appreciated that this was someone who was going to enjoy the build up and not be waiting naked and ready to fuck her as soon as possible. He stood up and met here in the middle of the room, reaching out to take her hand. Gently, he led her toward the bed. Not pulling or hurrying just a leisurely gentleman’s escort. As she neared the bed, he turned back to face her. His eyes glanced over to the nightstand. “Is that enough?” he asked quietly. It made her smile and put her other hand on his chest “For anything you want all night”. She would probably be sore and exhausted but it worth it worth it. He turned back to the bed and guided her hand to proceed the rest of the way to the bed first. Clearly, he wanted to see her ass sway in the tight skirt as she walked. Suddenly, he pulled her to a stop. She felt the cold metal lock around the wrist of the hand he was holding. The distinctive ratcheting click of a handcuff closing echoing through the room. “I am sorry miss, but you are under arrest” his voice now firm and professional, almost detached. She was in shock and could only stand there passively as he pulled her other hand behind her back. “You have the right to remain silent.” He continued in that same clinical correct voice. She began to panic as the other wrist was encircled in metal with a soft click. But it was too late to do anything but submit to his authority. “You have the right to an attorney.” He said as he gently began to turn her to face him, “if you can’t afford one, the court will appoint one for you.” She was facing him fully but too close, too intimate a distance, as he looked in her eyes and asked “Do you understand these rights as I have explained them to you.” Aerin nodded mutely as the depth of the trouble she was in started to sink in. “I’m sorry, miss, but you need to respond verbally if you understand your rights.” “yes” she replied in a weak, vulnerable voice. Suddenly the officer’s gaze hardened. And he glared into her eyes. The hand on her armed tightened slightly as he prompted her, “Yes, Sir”. His voice was cold and hard. She felt a shiver as she realized she was helpless. “Yes, Sir” Aerin repeated obediently. The officer used his hand on her arm to guide her towards the nearby wall. “I need to search you, make sure you don’t have anything dangerous hidden.” He said from behind her. He stopped her father away from the wall then she expected. “Spread your legs”, he commanded. And when the skirt prevented her from spreading them far enough to his liking he tugged it up. He used his leg between hers to spread them further apart than comfortable. She felt stretched and exposed. It was only his hand on her arm that stopped her from wobbling. “Do you trust me to lean you forward against the wall?’ He asked her in a gentler voice. Her Yes Sir felt automatic and inevitable. He slowly lowered her forward until on her face and chest pressed against the wall stopped her from toppling forward. She realized with a shudder that she was effectively immobilized. She heard him step back slowly as he asked “Do you have any weapons or dangerous object on your person you want to tell me about?” This time Aerin’s No Sit came out with audible capital letters. She felt him step back closer and start his search. His fingers combed through her hair leaving it with a messy just fucked look before he roughly pushed them into her mouth. She couldn’t imagine what he was looking for. She was embarrassed to realize drool was dripping down her chin as his fingers explored her mouth. She had to resist the urge to suck on them when a fingertip brushed the back of her throat. His hands patted down her arms and back quickly. Then she felt his strong hands slide down and squeeze her ass through her skirt. They didn’t quite fondle, but she had to fight the urge to grind back against his large hands. Even though her legs were bare, she felt him squat down behind her to search them. His hands squeezed firmly as they slide down the outside of legs all way to her ankles. One hand gripped her ankle tightly while the other started to slide up the inside of that leg. Slowly up her calves to the inside of her thighs. She suppressed a groan as his hand pushed up under her skirt all way to her pussy. She wasn’t quite sure if he accidently touched her there but was embarrassed to realize she probably left a smear of wetness on his hand. He didn’t seem to notice as he switched his griped to the other ankle and repeated the effort. This time, she was almost sure he brushed her pussy on purpose. But she blushed as she realized her pussy had dripped wetness down to her inner thighs and his last caress pressed between them surely left his hand covered with her wetness. As he stood up she was able to see him over her shoulder. The hungry stare at his glistening hand gave her an idea… “Please, Sir, I will do anything not to be arrested.” She said in her best seductive voice. “just anything” She continued running her tongue over he lips. She realized that with her lipstick smeared and her chin covered in drool she looked like a complete slut, but it was her only hope. Comment if you like and want the story to continue... how does she avoid jail? |
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