My husband and I like to roleplay, and we’ve done it all: sexy nurse and doctor, naughty student and teacher, smokin’ firefighter and damsel in distress. But our favorite game is cop and robber. We take turns playing the officer and the criminal, but I have to admit that I prefer it when Hank is the cop. We played our game the other day, and it was the hottest it’s been yet.

I was dressed as a sexy burglar, in a tight catsuit and a mask covering my face. I had “broken into” our house and was attempting to “steal” some of my best jewelry when Officer Hank busted me in the hallway. He was wearing a police uniform we’d bought during a Halloween sale years earlier, complete with badge, hat, and badass shades, and if I hadn’t been completely turned-on, I might have been a little intimidated. He really looked the part.

“Stop right there!” he yelled, and I did. I turned briefly to see how close he was, then made as if I was going to run off. He yelled again, calling out, “I said stop!” and then followed after me before tackling me to the ground. We’d barely started playing, but as his body pushed mine into the floor, I could feel that his cock was already hard. I’d known my tight new outfit was the way to go!

He helped me up to my feet, and when I pretended that I was going to make another break for it, he pushed me up against the wall and told me to spread ’em. I did as he said, pressing myself against the wall as I assumed the position. Hank patted me down a bit, looking for the jewelry, and he found it quickly, but he didn’t stop his search. He ran his hands over my chest and down my ribs, then caressed my ass and thighs. I felt my pussy spasm as his hands approached my center, and I knew the crotch of my catsuit was probably damp from my flowing juices. I wanted him to touch me there so badly!

I shifted my weight to one side, forcing his hand to graze my pussy, but he wouldn’t take the bait. He was still pretending that this was nothing more than a standard pat down. I let him continue to think I would behave, but a moment later, I clamped my legs together, capturing his hand between my thighs. I thought for sure that would turn my good cop into a very, very bad one, but he wouldn’t fall for my game. He gently pushed me against the wall and ordered me once more to spread ’em.

I did as I was told, and as soon as my feet were planted in their original position, Hank took charge. He pulled open the crotch of my catsuit, exposing my pussy and ass, then reached past the material to stroke one thick finger along my damp labia. After discovering how wet I was, he pulled his hand out, pushed his crotch into my ass, and reached around in front of me. He kissed my neck, and when I turned my head toward him, he kissed me on the lips before pushing his wet finger into my mouth. I moaned as I tasted myself on his skin, and I hungrily sucked his finger as Hank ground against me. I felt his dick get even harder through his uniform slacks and realized that we were finally getting to the part of the game I like most.

When Hank pulled his finger from my mouth, he dropped his hands to his pants and unbuttoned and unzipped his fly. He pushed his pants and boxer briefs down just low enough for his dick to jut out, then guided his shaft into my dripping-wet pussy. I moaned loudly as he filled me, and he told me to quiet down or I’d be in trouble for disturbing the peace as well as breaking and entering. I laughed, but when he slammed into me again, my giggle turned into a happy sigh. “Oh, yes, Officer,” I promised, “I’ll be quiet.

Satisfied that I wasn’t going to run away or make a commotion, Hank wrapped an arm around my waist and stepped back, pulling me with him. When we were far enough away from the wall, he pushed me forward so I was bent at the waist with my hair grazing the floor. The new position forced his dick even deeper inside me, and I wiggled my hips, wanting him to get as deep as he could.

Hank bent his knees a bit, grabbed my hips tight between his hands, and fucked me right there in the hallway. He set a good pace, making sure his dick stayed deep in me the whole time — my favorite way to be fucked. I felt myself slowly building up to a major orgasm. I wanted it sooner rather than later, though, so I began to play with my clit. But as soon as my hand disappeared between my legs, Officer Hank was back, and he growled, “Hands where I can see ’em!” Startled by his command, I quickly dropped my hand to the floor again. He waited a minute, making sure I was going to follow orders, then reached around to rub my clit for me. Oh, yeah, that hit the spot!

I was so turned-on by this forceful, demanding version of Hank. His cock throbbed inside me, and I wanted to come, and I knew he was as close as I was. After a minute or so, I heard a loud grunt from Hank, and then I felt his dick spasm and shoot off inside me, just as my juices gushed out around his shaft and down my thighs.

It was the most intense orgasm I could have imagined, and I got so caught up in the feelings of pleasure that I let out a very loud moan without even thinking. Hank, however, still had his head about him, and as soon as we’d calmed down from our mutual orgasms, he pulled me up and slapped a pair of handcuffs on me.

“What did I tell you about disturbing the peace?” he said in my ear, making my pussy throb with renewed excitement. Hank rarely breaks out the cuffs, but when he does, I know I’m in for a real treat. Our game was far from over, and I couldn’t wait until he took me in for “interrogation.” I was about to be the most satisfied criminal in the city.