Officer Melindas Feet - JOI
By A.J. Brown



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He heard that knock on the door. He thought he had gotten away with it but he
supposed that was wishful thinking. What he did wasn't the worst thing in the
world but he still could get arrested - he still could end up spending the
night in jail. And he didn't want anyone to find out if he got arrested - but
it would be hard to keep it a secret from everyone.

He heard the knock again, this time a louder one. He pictured some large,
angry male cop just on the other side of his door that would roughly take him
down and handcuff him - the thought of that happening scared him as well. He
didn't like any of this. He knew his road rage was going to get him in trouble
sometime, and that time had come.

He didn't know how he was going to play this. He could just pretend he wasn't
there but there was something about that loud knock that made him think the
person wasn't going away and he couldn't handle listening to that loud
knocking all night. He lived in an apartment building and the neighbors would
notice a cop was at his door if there was a bunch of loud knocking - heck, for
all he knew the landlord may even let the cop in.

There was more loud pounding on the door. He figured there were some people
out there who could just sit there quietly all night and ignore that kind of
noise if it meant not getting in trouble. But he wasn't that strong-willed.
He'd go nuts listening to it and wondering what was going to happen to him. He
needed a resolution.

He crept to the door as quietly as he could, hoping that the person pounding
on the door wouldn't be able to hear his footsteps. As he got right up next to
it there was more loud pounding on the door and it scared him half to death.
Whoever was doing all of that pounding sounded very big and very strong.

He looked out the peephole and was surprised at what he saw. It was a police
officer that was out there but that police officer wasn't very big, and it was
a woman. She looked to be in her early forties and she stood at only about
5'5. She had a brute-looking face. The peephole allowed him to see just about
everywhere in the vicinity of the door and he was confident that she was
alone.

She was a police officer and she was just as capable of arresting him as a
big, strong male officer would have been. But there was something about the
fact that it was a smaller woman standing out there that made him less scared.
Because she was a woman he thought that he may have a better chance of talking
her out of arresting him - perhaps even intimidating her out of it. He had
learned in the past that being physically stronger than someone almost always
gave you a bit of an advantage over them, despite what the rules or laws said.
He watched her lift her feminine fist as she pounded on the door again with
the same force as before. He had let his guard down when he saw her and now
scared not just by the pounding but by the person that was doing it. He
assumed he was stronger than her when he saw her, but he didn't think he would
be able to pound on a door with that kind of strength ...

"Open the door!" she then yelled through the door. Her voice was very feminine
but she had a harshness in her tone that intimidated him. "I know you're in
there - I can hear you on the other side of the door!"

He was angry with himself but there was nothing he could do now. It was just a
woman, he told himself. He wasn't going to be going to jail and he just had to
calm down. He opened up the door and saw her standing there. Her hair was up
over her head in a bun. She now a sweet-looking, pretty smile on her brute
face.

"Hi!" she said and the way she said it, she seemed more like a door-to-door
salesperson right then, than a police officer. "I'm Officer Melinda Moretti.
Like to talk to you about an incident we just got a report of. Mind if I come
in?"

He thought about it. While he wasn't sure if having her in his apartment with
the door closed was the best idea, at least his neighbors wouldn't be able to
see or hear what was going on. And it also may be a bit easier to intimidate
the woman behind a closed door. He let her in and she closed the door behind
her.

She told him that she had received the call about what had happened. He
thought that he could just deny the accusations and be OK with their being no
proof but when she told him that she had spoken to a few witnesses that
verified the complaint, it threw him for a loop. Melinda was also a smooth
talker and she was able to catch him contradicting himself at one point which
certainly did not help him. He was definitely getting nervous the more that
the conversation unfolded.

"So I do have enough cause to arrest you at this point," she said to him and
he felt his palms start to sweat. "And also have you spend the night in jail."

Jail? He couldn't go to jail, even for one night. How did he let his anger get
the better of him where he ended up in this situation? He looked at Melinda
looking like she was ready to arrest him. At this point he figured he didn't
have anything to lose - he dropped to his knees.

"PLEASE!" he said as he put his hands out with the most desperate sounding
begging tone as she looked down at him like seeing this kind of behavior was
nothing that she hadn't seen before. "Please don't arrest me! Please don't put
me in jail. I'll do anything - PLEASE!"

"Mister ... "

"PLEASE!" he shouted at her.

He reached in his pocket to grab his wallet. Melinda didn't look afraid but
she did put her hand on her gun, though she didn't pull it out. That scared
him but not as much as the thought of getting arrested and going to jail. He
quickly pulled out his wallet and when she saw what he had, she took her hand
off of her gun. He pulled all of the cash out of his wallet and put it right
in front of her.

"Just take this and forget this ever happened, PLEASE!" he said pathetically.

She reached her hands out but instead of grabbing for the money, she grabbed
his wrists. She had feminine hands, yet she had a grip that was stronger than
any he had felt before. She was able to control and move his arms like he was
some sort of flimsy doll as she forced him down on his stomach and forced his
arms behind his back. She felt stronger than anyone he had ever tussled with
before and she was so skilled in the way that she controlled his body that he
could do absolutely nothing but take it. This cop definitely knew what she was
doing.

"Attempting to bribe a police officer is also an offense I can arrest you on,"
she said sternly. "You just got yourself in even more trouble." He heard her
take out her handcuffs as she held both of his wrists behind his back with one
hand. She took her handcuffs but instead of cuffing him with them, she put one
right up against his neck, the feeling of that steel against his neck scaring
him.

"Offering an officer money to get out of trouble is a bribe," she said right
in his ear and there was something in her voice that actually sounded a bit
seductive more than threatening at that point. "But there's other things that
are more wishy-washy. You really want to get out of me arresting you and
taking you downtown to jail?" He was suspicious but listening.

"Yes."

"Will you worship my feet if I let you out of this?" He was thrown-off and
confused. It was not a response he was expecting and he wasn't even sure how
to process it.

"What do you mean by worship them?" She pushed the handcuff in his neck a bit
harder and moved her mouth closer to his ear.

"Rub them. Kiss them." She sounded impatient and even a bit embarrassed that
she had to explain it. "Lick them. Suck on them. You do all that to my feet
and I write this up that I didn't have enough evidence to arrest you. You
don't and you're under arrest. You get one chance to answer or we're going
downtown. What'll it be?"

"OK, I'll do it."

The whole thing seemed very odd to him and he wasn't sure how it was going to
go down but he knew he definitely didn't want to be arrested and he couldn't
see this being a worse alternative. She got up off of him with a pretty smile
on her face and she sat on his recliner. She let her hair down - her hair was
kind of curly but it was long and she looked much prettier with her hair down.
She extended the foot rest so the bottoms of her black boots were looking
right at him. She was looking down at him looking pleased about what was going
to happen. He didn't even know what to do and he didn't want to do something
wrong and kill the deal. Did she want him to lick the bottom of her boots?
That didn't sound that much better than jail and he wasn't sure if he could do
it without gagging.

"Come on," she said, still looking impatient, and also looking a bit
embarrassed that she was supposed to be a tough cop but wanted her feet
worshipped. "Take off my boots."

He felt a bit of relief that he could at least get those out of the way. He
started to unlace her left boot. He had a feeling that she was going to be
wearing either black socks or navy blue socks. He didn't like the way black
and navy blue socks looked on women. He wished all women would wear white
socks.

But he was surprised as he pulled off her boot and put it aside. Her sock
wasn't white but it wasn't black or navy blue either. It was a bright yellow
with cute little white sheep on them wearing pink bows. It was very tight on
her foot and hugged it so he could see the ball of her foot and the arch very
well. It was so tight on her he could see the lines between each of her toes
as well. She wiggled her toes within the sock and it turned him on.

"Like my cute sheep socks?" she said in a cute voice, much different than the
authoritative voice she had been speaking with when talking to him through the
door. "Take off the other boot so you can see the other one."

He unlaced her other boot and pulled that one off to see her other yellow
sheep sock when he put the boot aside. That sock was also very tight to her
foot and the bright yellow socks really stood out compared to the rest of the
dark blue uniform she was wearing.

"Smell my socks," she said and she pointed all of her toes towards him.

"That wasn't part ... "

"Smell them!" she interrupted.

He thought that she was really pushing it but he knew that she could arrest
him at any point if she wanted to so there wasn't a whole lot that he could
do. She smiled as she watched him bring his face right into the bottom of
those socks and take a deep breath. They actually smelled quite fresh - like
clothes that had just come right out of the dryer. Then she pushed the bottoms
of her feet right into his face and her socks even smelled warm.

She started rubbing her feet on his face. He felt the softness of her socks as
well as the arches of her feet pushing right into his face, gently, but still
making it feel like she was dominating him that she was doing that. She was
moving her toes a bit as she did it and he could feel them pushing against his
face as she did it. It was actually really turning him on.

"Now take my socks off," she said as she pulled her feet back away from his
face a bit. "And kiss my feet."

He had hoped that maybe he could get through this with her socks on the entire
time but he supposed that he couldn't be that lucky. He pulled on her socks
staring to take them off as he prepared to see the mature bare feet of this
fortysomething year old woman. He felt really degraded by what she was making
him do.

He looked at her bare feet once he had her socks off. They were rugged looking
feet that had a good deal of wrinkles in her soles. Her toes looked somewhat
stubby and she wasn't wearing any toenail polish. There was something about
her feet that looked really sexy to him, still, and he was surprised to feel
that his dick was getting even harder.

"Well go ahead," she said with a smile as she wiggled all of her bare toes
that were now free from those tight socks. "Kiss my little feet - kiss all
over on the bottom of them."

When he had first agreed to do this it didn't sound appealing but he hadn't
quite grasped the magnitude of what he was going to be doing. Now that those
wrinkled, mature soles were looking right at him, the very bottom of her body
looking right at his face so he could kiss there, it really started to sink in
what a humiliating and degrading act he was going to be doing. It was tough,
but he looked at the smile on her face that was somewhat turning into an
impatient look, and he knew he better dive in and get going.

He kissed her sole and feeling that wrinkled sole against his lips made him
feel like such a worthless human being. The fresh smell of her socks was able
to hide her foot smell as her feet didn't smell bad or anything but he could
definitely smell a bit of sweat on them. They definitely smelled like they had
had a bit of a busy day.

He kept kissing all over on the bottom of her soles and he could feel his dick
getting harder as he did it. If there was nothing else about this whole thing
that he was going to be able to forget, he hoped that he would at least be
able to erase the memory of the fact that it was turning him on so much.

"Now lick them," she said.

Kissing them was hard enough and he didn't know how he was going to be able to
do this. He just had to get it over with. He touched his tongue to her dry,
rugged heel and then ran it up her arch, feel the ball of her foot stick out
as he ran it up there, then running it up two of her toes. Her foot had a
strong taste just like the smell of it did that really absorbed in his tongue.
For some reason that taste, as well as the feeling of her bare foot on his
tongue, really turned him on and he let out a moan that sounded like he was
turned on as he finished licking her toes.

"Wow, it sounded like that actually turned you on," she said and she looked at
him curiously as he blushed. She kept looking at him like she wanted him to
respond to what she had said.

"What do you want me to do next?"

"I want you to pull down your pants and start jerking off to my feet," she
said. He started breathing more rapidly. The idea of that actually really
excited him but there was no way he could actually do something like that -
certainly not to some cop's feet.

"No," he said and she looked at him like she didn't like hearing him say No.
"There's no way you can make me do that. This is enough."

"You wanna get your ass kicked right here by a 44-year-old woman?" she said,
not even bothering to threaten to arrest him anymore. "I'll kick your ass
right here - drop your pants."

Not only did she have the ability to arrest him over his head but also the
fact that she could beat him up. He knew that an officer couldn't just
threaten him like that but with him being in his house with no witnesses, he
couldn't think of anything he could do about it. Having to report that he had
already kissed and licked a woman's feet was not something his pride would
allow him to do either. She obviously knew all of this and there was nothing
that he could do. So with her bare feet there turning him on so much, he
pulled his pants down and saw just how hard his cock had gotten. She looked
down at it and started to laugh.

"Ha-ha-ha, wow you really like my feet," she said. "Take your right hand and
start stroking the shaft slowly. Go nice and slow to start out but make sure
you are looking at my feet too."

He did as he was told, grabbing himself there tightly. He looked at the
wrinkles in her feet as he did so. She wrinkled them more and wiggled her toes
to really excite him. He could feel the cum building up in his cock and he
knew he'd explode if he stroked it any faster.

"That's good," she said as she made a jerking motion with her own hand,
showing him the pace that she wanted him to go at. "Now suck on my toes - come
on. My little toes want you to suck on them."

She wiggled them some more for him and it was driving him crazy. They were
rugged looking toes and they didn't really look pretty, especially since she
didn't have any kind of nail polish on them, but they looked really sexy to
him. He wanted to jerk off faster as he looked at them but kept the same pace.

He put his mouth on her toes and began sucking on them, the taste and feeling
of those toes in his mouth exciting him like crazy. She pushed her toes in his
mouth further and he could feel them running against the roof of his mouth. He
let out another moan showing how turned on he was.

"Now I want you to take your left hand," she said. "And start jerking off the
head of your cock with it, while you still stroke the shaft with your right
hand. Squeeze just a little bit harder with your left hand."

He had never jerked off in that way before but the feeling of it was amazing,
the taste and feeling of her toes in his mouth being what was really making it
all so perfect. She stuck her foot deeper in his mouth so now half of it was
in there and she giggled as she heard him moan again.

"Now keep both hands where they are but go harder and faster," she said
excitedly.

He did it harder and faster just as she instructed and briefly looked up at
the smile on her face as she pushed her foot in his mouth more and then
started rubbing her other foot on his face. It was too much intensity for him,
feeling and tasting her foot in his mouth, feeling and smelling the other one
rubbing on his face, while he felt like his cock was going to explode the way
that she was having him masturbate.

"Yeah you really like my feet, don't you?" she said as she looked with
satisfaction as how much at her mercy he was right then. "You want to cum? Go
ahead and stroke yourself harder and let me see you blow your load
everywhere."

Another muffled moan came out as he did what she said, feeling himself about
to cum everywhere, while he kept feeling those amazing feet on his face and in
his mouth. He felt the cum shoot out of his cock and it just kept coming out
as he felt that rugged foot rubbing against his face. It was far more than he
had ever cum before and Melinda looked down at him satisfied.

"Put my socks back on my feet," she said.

She held her bare feet out for him to do the job. He was glad he was given the
duty of putting her socks back on her feet but as he did so he wondered if he
was covering them up to never see them again. He kept his eye right on her
foot as he put the second sock on, hoping that he would be able to save the
image of that sexy foot. Once both her socks were on, Melinda sat up to put
her boots on herself.

"I guess I can let you off with a warning this time," she said to him. "But
watch it with the road rage. If I have to come back here again, we might not
be able to have this kind of fun."

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