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Authors name: Deputy Duffy (stonedog99_1999@yaoo.com)
Story title : Stranger in a Strange World
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Stranger in a Strange World (FF, nc, strip search)
by Deputy Duffy (stonedog99_1999@yaoo.com)
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It was a cool summer night as Allison Clark walked along
the beach road. She was searching for the small nightclub
that her cousin's band was playing at, but she just
couldn't seem to find it. Walking and wishing that she
had written the directions down, but her cousin Amy, made
it sound so easy.
It was Allison's first trip to visit her older cousin,
her first trip anywhere. Her parent's saved up, some of
their money, and bought her the plane ticket for her 18th
birthday.
She had felt like a fish out of water, ever since the day
she first arrived. Allison, who had spent the first 18
years of her life working on her parents' farm, was
thousands of miles from home, on her own for the first
time. To her, it was like she was on a different planet.
To her, everything was so different here. She glanced
down at her outfit, letting out a gasp.
"I can't believe they really dress like this out here!"
She gasped.
She examined her outfit or what there was of it. There
was a small black top that was made of a silky material.
It crossed and clung to her breasts in the front, but was
open in the back, so she couldn't wear a bra.
She had on small little short shorts, made of rubber,
which were red, to match the color of her short messy
hair, and finally a pair of black spiked boots, which
made her feel like she was walking on her tippy-toes.
Amy let her cousin borrow some of her clothes, because
she said she would look hot in them. Allison didn't
really know what that meant, but due to the lack of
clothes and the cool ocean breeze, she was feeling
anything but hot.
Allison continued her journey, in search of her cousin.
The street a buzz of activity. She passed several women
wearing small outfits, similar to hers. She noticed that
they were waving at the passing cars and several of them
were flashing their breasts.
"Geez, everyone is so friendly round here." Allison
thought. "I can't believe the girls' around her are so
forward, back home we would never just show'em what we
gut, or even dream of asking a guy, if he wanted a date."
Allison suddenly heard a distinctive siren approach and
spotted a police car pull up to the side of the road. She
watched as two policewomen got out of the car, walking
towards her. Allison couldn't believe her eyes; even the
police dress in next to nothing out here.
The two policewomen had on matching outfits consisting of
black leather vests, with their police badges clipped on
front of them, tight black spandex shorts, thigh high
black boots, and matching hats and gloves. She watched
their nightsticks' swing by their hips as they
approached. Allison continued watching, wide-eyed, as the
two policewomen walked right up to her.
"Well what do we have here?" The taller, older looking,
of the duo barked.
Allison turned around, not believing that they were
talking to her, but they had to be, it seemed the street
had suddenly emptied.
"Don't ever turn your back on me, you whore!" The older
one hissed.
Allison quickly turned back around, while growing
increasingly nervous.
"I thought I told you whores to stay off my streets!" The
older one barked.
"Please I'm not a whore; I'm a good girl," Allison
managed.
"I just bet you are," the younger one joined in
sarcastically. "I just bet your customer's love the
accent too. How many acting classes did that take?"
Allison was now shaking, unable to respond, confused as
to her meaning. The two policewomen were now standing
face to face with her, seemingly nose to nose with her.
Allison, while scared as to their intent, couldn't get
over how beautiful both of them were. "The police back
home, surely didn't look like this," she thought.
"Cat gut you tongue, whore?" The older one said, running
a gloved finger across Allison's red hair, just above her
ear.
"Please, I was just looking for directions to a club, I
mean the club, I mean..." Allison said, stumbling with
her words, her mouth seemingly too dry to speak.
"Silence you whore!" The taller one screeched. "It has
been a long day and I'm not in the mood for the, I'm
innocent, I swear shit, so spare us."
Allison again tried to speak, but a gloved finger,
pressed against her bright red painted lips, stopped her.
"But it's your lucky night," the tall one continued. "We
will spare you the ride downtown to jail, which spares us
the paperwork, and we'll do a little search right here,
if your clean, we'll let you go."
Allison tried to protest again, but was again cut off,
this time more forcefully.
"Be a good little girl and I won't have to use this!" The
tall one hissed, as she tapped on her nightstick that was
swinging from her belt.
Allison was even more surprised when the officer,
finished her warning by leaning forward and planting a
soft, quick kiss on Allison's lips. Allison was a
flutter, she was as nervous as she had ever remembered
being, but somehow strangely excited, as nothing like
this had ever happened to her.
"Why did she kiss me?" Allison quickly thought. "And more
importantly, why did I let her?"
Allison felt her wrists being grabbed and pulled up over
her head. She was led over to a nearby light pole and
made to bend forward and lean her hands against it. Her
feet were quickly kicked apart. She had to arch her back
just to keep from falling down.
Allison watched, as a young woman came out of the coffee
shop that she was now standing in front of. She gave some
coffee and a doughnut, to the taller policewoman, who
thanked the woman with a strong kiss on the lips, before
the women ran back into the shop.
"Geez, even the police are friendly round here," Allison
thought, before she thought. "Oh My!"
Allison was startled, by pressure rubbing against her
shoulders. She quickly snapped her head back and saw the
younger policewoman behind her, smiling.
"Just relax; if you don't fight me, it will be better for
us all," she purred into Allison's ear.
Allison had been taught to respect the law by her
parents, so she figured she had to let them due their
job, as embarrassing as it was, to be frisked in public.
Then, she figured, they would let her be on her way. Plus
she knew she didn't have anything to hide. "Maybe," she
thought, "They would even know where the club was?"
The young policewoman began rubbing her gloved hands,
softly down her naked back, sending shivers down
Allison's spine. The hand's traveled across the back of
her shorts, down one leg and back up the other. The
gloved hands continued up the front of her shorts,
traveling over her top next, just brushing her breasts on
the way by, before they made it back on top of her
shoulders. Allison suddenly felt a sense of relief,
figuring the search was over and rather quickly at that.
"I think we should give her the special search, just to
make sure," the taller, older woman hissed, as she
flashed Allison a wicked smile.
Allison cringed at the statement and because the young
woman's gloved hand's started traveling down her body,
this time with more force, even stopping to squeeze both
of her ass cheeks, on the way down this time. Up the
front they came, running over her firm breasts, lightly
at first and then stopping to squeeze each one several
times.
Allison's face flushed, her jaw clinched, as it was the
first time that anyone had ever done that to her. She was
a late bloomer and was still getting used to her new
body. She hadn't even had that much time to explore them
herself. She felt the young woman's hand's, suddenly pull
open her top, her cone shaped breasts springing out from
their confinement.
Letting out a gasp, Allison tried to stand, as this
surprised her to say the least, but a strong forearm to
the back, sent her reluctantly back into position.
Both policewomen spent several minutes comforting her
with words, although it wasn't doing much good. Allison
was having all she could do to keep it together now, as
no one had ever seen her newly formed breasts; naked
before. Yet here they were; hanging from her body, like
Christmas ornaments, seemingly for all to see.
The young policewoman's hands went back to work, the
light pole acting like a spotlight. The hand's slowly
cupped each breast, as if they were weighing them, before
the gloved fingers began squeezing them softly, as
Allison whimpered. They finished by giving them one last
squeeze, a sultry voice also telling her how good they
felt.
An open palmed hand, started running back and forth
across her exposed pink nipples. The rough leather gloves
causing Allison's nipples to become hard little bee bees.
Allison had never felt them this hard before, even when
she went swimming, in the cold cement pond, back home.
The gloved hands suddenly began pulling on her erect
nipples, causing Allison a mixture of pleasure and pain.
Allison was looking to the older policewoman, who was
standing on the other side of the light pole, for relief,
but she was busy watching her partner's work, busy
watching Allison's breast manipulation.
Allison finally felt some relief, as the gloved hand's
left her breasts, but much to her chagrin, they didn't
cover them back up. They were just left exposed to the
cool air and the crowd of onlookers, who were gathered at
the nearby buildings and shop windows, and didn't dare
get closer.
Allison sense of relief was again brief, as the gloved
hand's grasped the waistband of her tight rubber short
shorts.
"They wouldn't do that, not right here!" Allison thought,
but as quickly as she thought it, it happened, leaving
her rubber shorts bunched around her knees.
Allison instantly felt a rush of cool air, swamping her
hot flesh, as a moan escaped her lips. It wasn't long
before she could feel hot breath against her backside,
but she was to embarrassed to look back now, a small
teardrop even splashed on the cement below.
The older policewoman, finished with her coffee, suddenly
joined her partner, as both women were now studying
Allison's backside view. Allison suddenly felt like a
fish, in a fish bowl. When she left home, yearning for
adventure, this is not what she had envisioned.
Allison closed her eyes. She knew the policewomen were in
complete control of her now and there was nothing she
could do about it. Allison felt some gloved hand's start
roaming over naked skin. They ran over her ass cheeks,
over her thighs, even lightly brushing her sex. All while
her legs were like rubber; her face a flame. Allison
cringed as she heard the policewomen, giggling like
schoolgirls, obviously enjoying their work.
Allison suddenly felt gloved hand's firmly grip her ass
cheeks, before they slowly pulled them apart. She felt a
rush of cool air again, as gloved finger's slid inside
her ass crack.
This time, when they pulled apart, she felt her pussy
lips being stretched apart too, even more when two
finger's worked in a V-like motion. She moaned a feeble
protest, as she knew that their eyes could now see her
most intimate of places, through her fine red pubic hair.
A gloved finger suddenly began running against her spread
pussy lips, slowly at first, but soon it increased in
speed and in pressure. Allison had never experienced
anything like it; it felt infinitely better than her own.
Her body was tingling all over, it felt like a thousand
ants were crawling all over her body. She even felt a bit
lightheaded.
Soon another finger joined the first. This one running in
the other direction. This one also found her special
pleasure zone, on the top of her pussy, which she still
called her love button, but she knew it was her clitoris.
Allison was doing all she could to remain standing, as
the fingers were having their effect, when she also felt
pressure on her right breast. She opened her eyes, ever
so slightly, and saw that the older policewoman had her
mouth over it, kissing it at first before she began
sucking on her erect nipple. Allison bit her lower lip,
as her nipple seemed to melt in the woman's warm mouth.
Allison cursed herself for enjoying it so.
The policewomen kept up their actions, their rubbing and
sucking, increasing in intensity, with time. Allison's
body started quivering, cries of pleasure, escaping from
her lips. Allison's body seemingly alive for the first
time, but her head was miles away, up in the clouds.
"What were they doing to her?" Allison asked herself over
and over. "And why does it feel, SO GOOD?"
Allison just couldn't stand it any more, the
policewomen's intense pleasurable actions, long since
overtaking the perverseness of it all. It was just too
much for her to fight anymore. Allison gave in, and
almost instantly, let out a scream.
"Ahhhgh, I'm CUMMMING!" Flooded the air. Her body
suddenly racked in a series of violent quivers, seemingly
lighting strikes, could do no better.
Finally the gloved finger's stopped their assault and her
shorts were pulled back up. The suction on her nipple had
also stopped and her breasts were also covered back up.
Allison's body had stopped its quivering, but she still
felt dizzy, it almost felt like she was going to fall.
The older policewoman stood up and caught Allison,
seemingly just in time, cradling her in her arms, while
carrying her towards the police car. Allison was still to
dazed, from her first sexual experience, to protest, but
still wore a look of concern on her face.
"Don't worry," the older policewoman whispered into her
ear. "We are just going to take you back to our place. We
have plenty more to show you... I guess it turns out you
weren't a whore after all... At least not yet!"
The older policewoman helped Allison into the back seat
of the patrol car; resting Allison's head in her lap,
even giving her a long deep kiss, as her partner, quickly
drove off.
"They're awful friendly round here." Allison thought. "I
think I'm going to like it here after all."
The End
Thanks for reading my little tale.
Your comments and suggestions are always welcomed.
Email me at Stonedog99_1999@yahoo.com
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
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