The policewoman


The police is your best friend


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The policewoman (by Ralmar)

(Ralmar is a Belgian man, with Dutch being his first language.
Since the story arrived in Dutch, I don't know if Ralmar speaks English (well))

It was Wednesday afternoon, I had a day off and wanted to go run in the park in the afternoon.
At one o’ clock I left home to set off for the park.
After about half an hour I had to really had to go, and I was looking for a tree in the park.

When I had finished, I heard a woman’s voice behind me say : "Well then, got everything back on board there ?"
I turned around, my head blushing.
A tall woman (about 6 feet 7 inches) was standing there, I myself am only 5 feet 11 inches tall.
She was wearing a police uniform and already had the book of tickets in her hands.
"This is peeing in public places, sir, that ticket will cost you 20€."
I asked her where else I was supposed to pee.
She did not care about that, "urinating in public is forbidden, sir", she said.
I kept harping on in order to try to get out of that ticket.
The officer now came standing ominously against me and looked down on me.
She was blonde, her hair reaching down to her shoulders and for as far as I could see her body was well-shaped.
Jokingly I asked her if she wanted to have a fight and she told me : "Come back here in half an hour, I ‘m off duty then."
I took my regular laps round the park and out of curiosity came back after half an hour already.
When I came running by she was already waiting for me, so she said "so you would want to have a fight with me then.
I hope you know what you ‘re getting into."
We walked together to the little house that was right by the park.
Her name was Anita, the house was a detached one, and it was quite large on the inside, by the way.
When we arrived inside she told me I must take a shower first and she showed me the way to the bathroom.
I undressed and took a shower, when suddenly I heard her voice.
"I ‘m taking your clothes away, I ‘ll just wash them, in the mean time you can wear these briefs for a moment."
When I had finished taking a shower and had dried myself, I put on her black briefs.
It was a string slip, but it suited me quite well.
I walked into the living room, she had drawn the curtains, on the floor lay a kind of mat which measured 10 by 10 feet.
I called her to find out what was keeping her.
"I ‘ll be there in a minute, go sit on the mat first, so that you can first get to know the mat in a friendly manner."
She walked into the room, wearing a red string slip and a push-up bra.
Her breasts were huge, I think she had at least a D-cup.
She had a great figure that was tall and slender.
"Well then," she said, "let ‘s just go through the rules : hitting is not allowed, for the rest it ‘s everyone for himself."
She sat on her knees opposite me.
"Are you ready", she asked, "let ‘s start."

She had only just said it when she attacked me.
She flung her arm around my neck and used her weight to press me against the ground.
She threw her leg over me, and sat down on my chest.
Everything went so fast, within a couple of seconds I was lying on my back and this georgous woman was sitting on top of my chest and had pegged down my arms with her legs.
She looked at me, laughing, "I thought you wanted to fight", she said, "but you ‘re no match for me".

I protested by saying I had not been ready yet.
"Oh, so you want another chance."
She calmly got off me and went to sit opposite me again.
"So, it ‘s up to you to mark when you ‘re ready", she said.
The moment I said I was ready, one of her hands grabbed me by the hair and pulled me hard to the floor.
Again she sat down on my chest and pegged down my arms with her legs.
She looked at me, laughing, "Well then, got another excuse for me or are you starting to admit that I am stronger than you.", she said in a humiliating tone.
"You pulled my hair, that ‘s not allowed."
"Come on!", she said, "I did explain the rules : only hitting is not allowed."

"Anyway, I understand that you ‘re still not convinced that I am simply too strong, I ‘ll give you one more chance."
Normally, when you play around with a women you get terribly horny, at that time that ‘s exactly what I was and Anita had noticed that before too, and leered at it.
The way she had talked to me in such a humiliating tone incited a certain feeling deep inside of me, a voice inside me said "come on, are you really going to let a woman walk all over you ?"
We sat down facing each other again, she had a nasty smile on her face, I gave the go-ahead and instantly a hand went for my hair again.
I bounced it off and because of that I did not pay attention to her other hand, which dissappeared between my legs as quick as lightning.
Suddenly I felt an unbearable pain, which did not stop.
She pinched me hard in the balls and I did not move a muscle, I no longer dared to move.
"Well then," she said, "lay down on your back for a while again."
Carefully I did what I was asked to do.
She kept on pinching my balls, then she threw a leg over my body.
"Put your arms next to your body", she said and I did what was asked of me.
She sat down on my chest again, this time she sat with her back facing my body, with her legs she pressed my arms against my body.
Only when she was sure that I could no longer free myself, she released my balls and moved to sit up straight.
I had a view on her backside, she had a great pair of nice buttocks, which excited me even more.
"Three times is a charm, now do you finally admit that I am too strong for you ?!"
I was indeed lying helpless underneath her for the third time, but still I did not want to give in.
"No", was the answer I gave her then, "you ‘re using dirty tricks, if you start wrestling in a normal way you couldn’t manage."
"Oh," she said, "another one of these men who thinks women fight dirty."
"Let me tell you something else", she said, "women are simply smarter than men.
Now that you ‘re lying helpless underneath a woman for the third time, you start looking for excuses.
I think you shouldn’t get any more chances from me, I don’t think you should get any more chances from me, I easily get the better of you.
I simply won’t admit any contradiction from you anymore, by the way, you seem to perfectly like it." 
My cock was standing hard inside the briefs and sure enough I found it quite enjoyable, but I would not own up.
I told her I wanted to get another chance.
"You don’t listen well", she said, "I said I would no longer admit any contradiction."

I wanted to say something more, but suddenly the lights were out.
She had sat down on my face, while she held my arms with her hands.
I could not get any air, I began to kick my legs wildly to try and free myself.
As I was gasping for breath this was short-lived, it was as if there was another sense in me that said "keep calm and use the oxygen you still have left."
When I was quiet again, Anita lifted her rear side a bit up, and I got room to breathe again.
She laughed and said : "Well, come on, admit that I a am stronger."
I did not answer, I was enjoying the view in front of my eyes.
"No ? Then suit yourself."
Her rearside came closer, I looked up, but it was too late already.
Anita was sitting on my face once more.
She started to move her rear side in circles around on my face, once in a while I could gasp for air.
Suddenly she sat still with all of her weight on my face.
She only lifted her rearside when she noticed the power was flowing out of my arms.
"And how do you feel about it now, sir ?"
I admitted it, I could not insist any longer.

She went off me and sat down next to me.
First I lay there, exhausted, I had to catch my breath first.
I asked her if she had done this before.
She told me she had been doing a lot of combat sports, but since she had joined the Police she had not had much time left anymore, neither had she felt like carrying on with it.
It was the intimidation she had suffered at work from her colleagues that had brought her to this idea.
She had humiliated a couple of colleagues this way, and had silenced them at work.
She felt great when she had power over men.
"You show them that physically you’re simply stronger, after that they obey me obediently."
"Does it make you horny ?", I asked.
"Haven’t you noticed ?
My briefs are getting really wet already.
I enjoy ruling over a perfect strange man like you.
Most men enjoy it themselves too, there are only just a few who simply can’t stand it, and they ‘re out of here in no time, you know."
"We ‘ve done enough of talking", she said, "we ‘ll continue."

"Oh", I said, "do we start over again ?"
"No", Anita said, "after all you’ve admitted that I’m the strongest, well then it ‘s up to the strongest one to decide what ‘s going to happen so lay back on your back again."
I did as she told me to and lay back on my back.
She threw a leg over me and sat down on my chest.
She looked at me, smiling and took off her bra, blimey, such hooters !
I wanted to feel them with y hands, but she would not have that.
She took me by the hair and pulled my head downwards.
She stood up and sat down on my face, I could still see her breasts and her face.
Her covered vagina sat on my nose, and she started to slowly shove it back and forth on my nose.
Just now I could feel how wet she indeed was.
She kept moving back and forth on my face until she had come.

She positioned herself above my head with a foot at each side of my head, then took off her string slip and slowly lowered herself, she lingered just above my head, while she was squatting.
I wanted to tongue her so I raised my head.
She fell on her back and sat down on my chest again.
She looked at me, smiling, and said : "now remember, I ‘m the one who decides what ‘s going to happen."
"I want you to lick my string slip clean", she said as she pulled her string slip over my head, so that the crotch of it covered my mouth and nose.
It was all too obvious she was enjoying this victory.
She stood up again, and she made me take off my briefs.
She positioned herself on my belly.
She pinched my balls, which were about to explode, once more and then forced my cock into her.
Before long we came at the same time.
She sat down for a while, relishing the experience, but then she quickly continued her aims again.
She crept on her hands and knees back to my face again.
She let her cunt dangle above my face.
"Look how filthy you ‘ve made my pussy, with that mess of yours."
My sperm was trickling out of her cunt, and she sat down on my face again.
I had to lick her completely clean again, and had to swallow all of it.
She had pegged down my arms with her legs again, so I could only do as she told me to do.
This was complete humiliation, I was forced to lap up my own sperm.
But it was a tremendous experience to be humiliated in this way.
These days I take my laps even more often than I used to do, but I have never seen her back again.
The house where I went through this experience, is inhabited by an older married couple, who don’t know anyone named Anita.
At the police station they do not know her either, she has done a moonlight flit, so I will probably never meet her again.