Officer Anderson

I was out on a normal night, driving through the city, when I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I turned my head to see a tall, statuesque woman standing beside my car. Her uniform was impeccable, her posture perfect. As she stepped forward, I noticed her name tag: Officer Jessica Anderson. "License and registration, please," she said, her voice steady and calm.

My heart began to race as I reached into my pocket and handed her my wallet. She took out my license and registration, glanced at them briefly, and then turned back to me. "I'm going to have to ask you to step out of the car, sir," she said, her voice still calm and professional.

I got out of the car, feeling a mixture of fear and embarrassment wash over me. Officer Anderson walked around to the back of my car, her heels clicking against the concrete. She then instructed me to place my hands on the roof, and patted me down. As her hands moved down my sides, around my waist, and finally to my hips, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I was about to ask her what I was being accused of when she paused, her fingers grazing over the bulge in my pants.

She leaned in close, her breath warm against my ear. "What's this?" she whispered. Her hand continued to rub over the outline of my little hard pecker, making it twitch beneath her touch. "You trying to hide something from me, sweetheart?" She straightened up, her eyes boring into mine. "You're in a lot of trouble if you are."

She then led me around to the trunk of my car, her grip firm on my arm. As I bent over, she undid my pants and pulled them down, exposing my underwear-clad pecker. "Let me see what we're dealing with here," she murmured, reaching out to stroke the length of my pecker with her index finger. Her touch sent shivers down my spine.

"You know," she said, "it's really not that big of a deal. Most people don't even notice it." She gave my pecker a squeeze, making me wince in pain. "But I'm going to have to take it from you, okay?" With that, she reached behind her back and produced a pair of handcuffs.

Before I could even process what was happening, she had me facedown on the trunk, my hands cuffed behind my back. I felt the cold metal of the cuffs dig into my wrists as she snapped them shut. "Now, where were we?" she asked, her breath tickling the hairs on the back of my neck. She gave my pecker another squeeze, causing me to groan in agony. "Oh, that's right. You forgot to tell me about your snub-nose pistol."

She let go of my pecker and started to pat down my lower body, feeling for the weapon. Her fingers brushed against my testicles, sending a sharp pain through my groin. "Ah-ha!" she exclaimed, grabbing my left ball and twisting it sharply. "Now, why don't you tell me where it is?" She squeezed harder, making me cry out in pain. "Tell me!"

I tried to wriggle away from her, but it was no use. "I-I d-don't know what you're talking about," I stammered through gritted teeth. She squeezed my testicle again, making me whimper. "Oh, you don't?" she said, her voice cold and mocking. "Well, then, I guess we'll just have to teach you a lesson, won't we?" And with that, she began to milk my little pecker dry, her hand moving up and down rhythmically, each stroke sending waves of pleasure and pain through my body.

As she worked me over, her other hand moved back to my testicles, flicking and twisting them mercilessly. "And while we're at it, we might as well make sure you never forget this," she muttered, her breath hot against my ear. "Because you're going to be thinking about this every time you see me in the future, aren't you?"

I could feel my body starting to tremble as the pleasure and pain became almost unbearable. "Y-yes," I managed to choke out between gasps. "I-I'll never forget you, Officer Anderson." And with that, she finally released my testicle, and I collapsed, spent and broken, onto the cold pavement.

"Good boy," she purred, her hand still wrapped around my now-limp pecker. "Now, why don't you go home and think about what you've done?" With that, she uncuffed me and helped me to my feet. As I stumbled away, she fixed me with a steely gaze. "And don't you ever pull that kind of stunt again, understand me?" I nodded weakly, unable to meet her eyes. "Good," she said, her voice softening slightly. "Because the next time, it won't be so easy to walk away."

With that final warning ringing in my ears, I climbed back into my car and drove away, my heart pounding and my body aching. I knew that I had just crossed paths with a force to be reckoned with, and I would never forget Officer Jessica Anderson for the rest of my life.