“Take off all your clothes,” Stacey said matter-of-factly.
Katherine looked up wide-eyed at the blunt demand. “What?”
“Ma’am,” Stacey drawled. “You can take off your clothes by yourself, or I can call in a couple of the male officers to do it for you. Your choice.”
Katherine was stunned. It wasn’t like she hadn’t been naked in front of a stranger before. She had gone nude at beaches in France and Mexico, but stripping in front of this female police officer was different. “I’ve been searched already!” she protested.
Stacey tapped her foot and crossed her arms across her ample breasts. “You’re going to spend a night in jail, and you’re going to be safe when it happens,” she said. “Everyone gets searched before they go in a cell.” The young cop pulled a walkie-talkie from her belt. “Now do I have to call some folks in here to help me, or are you going to get naked for your search?”
Hesitantly Katherine put her fingers to the buttons on her shirt. “But I …” The cop thumbed the walkie-talkie, and static blurted out of the speaker. Katherine didn’t finish the thought. Her nimble fingers popped the buttons open one at a time, and then she fiddled with the knot she had tied with the tails of the shirt. Her blouse fell open, and Katherine’s breasts were free. The plaid skirt was next. There was a small snap at the top. Katherine twiddled the snap open, then slowly drew down the zipper. In a few moments, she was naked. Katherine reflexively covered her naked breasts and pussy.
The young cop was nonplussed by her nudity. “Turn around and put your hands on the counter,” Stacey said.
Nervously, Katherine did as she was told. The smooth wood of the counter was cool against the palms of her hands.
“Spread your legs, ma’am.”
Katherine spread her long tanned thighs and looked over her shoulder. From the counter top, the young officer retrieved a plastic glove and a jar of Vaseline. She watched as Stacey slipped the glove on and then coated her fingers with the jelly.
“Oh, god,” Katherine murmured as the young officer moved behind her.
“Relax,” Stacey said. “This is much easier if you relax and don’t fight it.”
The young officer put her ungloved hand on Katherine’s back, and then with the other hand, used two fingers to stroke the cleft of Katherine’s pussy in one long slow motion. The tentative probe left a smear of jelly on Katherine’s pussy lips, and then the cop slid two fingers deep inside of her.
Katherine stood up high on her toes as the fingers entered her canal, and she moaned deep in her throat. Stacey’s fingers moved in and out slightly, further exciting the Katherine. Stacey twisted her fingers this way and that, probing the woman’s inner recesses. Katherine was humiliated by the search, and yet she was excited at the same time. Her body betrayed her again, and Katherine pushed back against the young officer.
Stacey responded by withdrawing her fingers, and Katherine moaned at the absence. But now the slippery fingers touched a smaller, more sensitive opening.
“Oh, my God,” Katherine murmured, as the same two fingers pushed slowly into her hot anus. The fingers slid deeper and deeper, and Katherine rocked back and forth on her tip-toes, as the young officer twisted her fingers slowly inside of Katherine. Stacey probed her deeply, and Katherine arched her back high, as the fingers fluttered inside of her. Katherine’s ass had always been the most sensuous part of her being, even though she consciously felt as though it was a naughty thing to have something – or someone – inside of her anus.
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