Shemale Sherri Arrested for Theft. SeXStoRY

Sherri had had a tough night. First she was involved a little confrontation with a skinny bitch who thought that just because she had a vagina made her hotter than Sherri (and no, it didn’t), and then Sherri borrowed a bottle of whiskey from some advertising executives who called the police on her. Honestly, this was not what she had in mind when dreaming of being ‘The American Shemale in London.’ So here she was standing at the fingerprint machine, hands cuffed in front of her, next to a burly police officer who had been dragging her around. The reflective screen in front of her told her that she was still hot, indeed the hottest piece of skirt in the station. “Left hand please.” “You know, this would be easier if you un-cuffed me.” “I know but then you’ll slap me again, won’t you?” The reddening was only just starting to go down on his left cheek. “No more than you deserve.” Sherri pouted and tried to look serious. “How long is this going to take?” “Left ring finger, please.” “Seriously? Every finger?” “Yes, madam, every finger – and thumbs as well.” A girl can only take so much, “Fuck this! You want this? You want to fingerprint this?” Sherri had lifted the front of her miniskirt and pulled her penis out of her little silk knickers. She started waving it in the direction of the officer. I would say menacingly but it was on the small side, matched with smooth little hairless balls – the whole collection had been called ‘cute’ several times in the past much to Sherri’s annoyance. Another worry for Sherri was that all that waving, and the cuffs, and the proximity of a mean, nasty but quite buff police officer, had given her an erection. She quickly tried to shove it back into her knickers. It just popped right out of the top and created a little tent in her miniskirt. The police officer was unruffled. He looked at Sherri’s tent then bent down until his dark hair brushed her temple and his twelve hour stubble brushed her cheek. She felt his breath on her ear as he whispered, “I might want to do all kinds of things to it, but not fingerprints.” It was not often that Sherri was speechless but this was one of those moments. Her little tent quivered and she gently tested the quality of the hand cuffs. “Well” she mumbled, “We’ll have to see about that, won’t we.” The officer was now completing the fingerprints by entering details on the computer, Sherri stood quietly next to him, occasionally prodding the machine inadvertently with her erection. Every time she did this the officer pressed the wrong button and patiently retyped. But after another prod, when Sherri had stretched her back muscles, he suddenly gripped her little cock in his right hand and said, “Would you mind pointing this away from the computer? You’re putting me off.” Sherri gasped in surprise, outrage and pleasure. The grip was kept while the officer completed the procedure. It certainly kept her quiet; in fact she didn’t move at all, she just stood there, mouth slightly open, trying not to orgasm with a faraway look in her eyes. “OK, all done.” The officer said, cheerily (and not releasing his grip) “Because you were arrested for theft there will have to be a strip search to see if you have anything else on you that you shouldn’t have. Would you like me to conduct this?” “Err, yes, I suppose so...If it has to be done.” Resistance, it seemed, was useless. “OK, come with me, we’ll do this in your cell.” To a casual observer the officer was leading Sherri by the hand cuffs; actually he was leading her by the cock, the engorged and ready to explode at any minute, cock. Sherri followed obediently; her plan to raise hell in her cell was now a long way from her mind. They entered the cell and Sherri finally had her cock released. It stayed disobediently hard. The officer stood back and said, “Right, let’s get those cuffs off, shall we.” Sherri mumbled a thank you, not entirely sure what was going on. The officer released them gently and Sherri rubbed her wrists which had a slight reddening around them, the feeling of release was nice. Sherri wondered what was going to happen, she was sure there should be two officers in the room but felt powerless to do anything. “I want you to take off your shirt and hand it to me.” Sherri dutifully removed her little white shirt that was a size too small (on purpose) and handed it to the officer. She thought she caught him looking at her tits but couldn’t be sure. After feeling her shirt he put it on a wooden bench and said “Now shoes,” The shoes came off, making Sherri feel very small and vulnerable, and were handed to the officer. “Take off you bra now please.” Sherri released her strap and set her breasts free. They were her best feature she though absolutely perfectly proportioned to the rest of her body. The Officer had a feel and then put it onto her shirt. “Raise your arms please; I need to do a physical check.” Sherri lifted her arms and felt like a 50’s glamour model striking a pose; only one with a hard little penis threatening the lens. The officer raised his own arms and gently enclosed Sherri’s elbows. He then slid his hands down her upper arms, around her shoulders and on down her armpits and sides. Sherri’s nipple sprang to life and pointed in the same direction as her cock. “You two as well?” She thought. His large hands felt systematically over her back and tummy. He said “I’m going to have to check your breasts.” And he moved behind her to cup them gently. Her cock was on the point of exploding and she was in such a state that she didn’t care who saw her. She moved her right hand to her penis to give it the two tugs that would guarantee ecstasy. Just as she reached it her hand was slapped out of the way by the officer who stood in front of her a looked cross. “What? You want to touch your cock? You can’t, you are in a police station having been arrested for theft, and it’s a very serious situation, miss. Touching your cock won’t help you now, will it? Leave your hands by your sides or I will have to cuff you again, and it will be behind the back this time.” Sherri thought of pleading, begging, fighting – anything to get her hand on her cock and bring herself off. It wasn’t fair! “Now stop being silly and take your skirt off.” Sherri pulled her pink skirt down; the elasticated waist deliciously stroked her penis until, boing! It sprung up, still on the very point of climax. The skirt fell to the floor and Sherri stepped out of it and gave it to the officer. She was left in a pair of white silk panties and her cock was exposed to the officer’s gaze. He put her skirt down, put his hand on his hips and stared at Sherri’s groin. The stare had such an effect it was as though it was being physically touched; it twitched constantly and was harder than Sherri had ever known. “Give me your knickers,” Was his voice getting lower? Sherri stepped out of them and was completely naked. She stood as if to attention (Her cock was at attention) hands by her sides. The officer let the silk slide through his fingers and put them down. He stepped towards her. “I will need to do a physical check, in case there is anything hidden…err…down there.” Sherri nodded assent, she was incapable of speech, and the officer approached. He knelt in front of her and placed a hand on each hip. He swept down to her ankles, shock waves enveloped her. “Turn around,” A hand on each buttock, lingering for a moment then sweeping down again. “Bend over at the waist” The back of a finger felt between anus and scrotum, this time Sherri gave a clearly audible “Ohhhh!” Then a hand on each cheek gently prising apart and the tip of his finger ran down the middle, teasing the tiny hairs, and running over the anus, making it flex with pleasure. “OK, stand up straight – one more thing to do.” He knelt again in front of her and placed his hands in a diamond shape around her cock, pressing slightly into the flesh. With one swift movement he pulled his hands along the shaft. “I’m…I’m…” He cupped he balls with one hand while Sherri climaxed, hands free, and ejaculated onto the floor of the cell. She almost shouted with relief, surely someone heard, and her cock twitched in her aftermath. “You can get dressed now.” The officer said as he went to leave the cell. Sherri stood open mouthed, quivering from head to foot with the power of her orgasm, unable to move or speak. “You’re a nice girl; try not to steal anything again.” The End