In most play I tend towards the dominant side but I do like to switch from time to time. One of the most intense experiences of my life, not so very long ago, was an unexpected switch.Halloween night. I traveled by train to visit with my lover. She’d made all the arrangements for costumes for us to attend a party later that evening. I didn’t know what she chosen or anything about the party itself. I was simply looking forward to the weekend away. As the train pulled into the station I stood at the door, impatiently looking out onto the platform, waiting for the train to come to a complete stop. I stepped out but I didn’t spot her right away in the crowd. As it dispersed I recognized her large grin on the face of a small man, a police officer. In her bobby costume, complete with hat, she looked like a wee bantam rooster of a cop. Her curves were hidden under the tight, constricting jacket and her hair was hidden under the hat. A billy stick hung at her belt along with handcuffs. She clutched a brown paper bag.I walked to her and took her into my arms. After we kissed she pushed the bag into my hands.”We’re running late, ” she said, “slip into the bathroom and put this on.”I left my knapsack with her and, holding the bag, walked towards the station bathroom. Before I’d gone two steps she said to my retreating back, “And no underwear allowed.”Bemused, but smiling, I enter the bathroom and slipped into a stall at the end. I opened the bag and pulled out the first item. A kilt. In just a few moments I’d undressed and donned the outfit. Complete with tasseled shoes, high socks and tam I came out of the elvankent escort stall to see what the effect was. A smiling Scotsman faced me from the mirror. It felt oddly arousing to have no underwear on with the kilt. I felt every breeze caress my legs and buttocks. I stuffed my clothes into the bag and headed out to see Terri. Her grin was wide as I joined her. “Come on then, we’re off.”I followed her to her black beetle and we threw my things into the back. Seated beside her I started to get a sense of how women must feel sometimes as Terri wasn’t shy about running a hand along my thigh. This level of access to hands and eyes felt vastly different from the comparative security of pants. My cock stirred under the kilt.When we got to the party house, the street was full. We pulled into the village church parking lot. We weren’t the first to do so as the lot was partially full. The party itself passed, as parties do, with interesting conversation, and a spiraling amount of flirting. The kilt got a lot of attention and a number of women were interested in knowing what I was wearing under it. Terri smiled the whole time, enjoying my verbal sparring with the curious. I was standing in front of two, very drunk, women who sat on a small sofa chatting with them. Terri was standing beside me. The redhead, dressed as a witch in a low décolletage black gown, reached out to touch my thigh and looked up into my eyes.“Can I see?” she asked as she trailed her hand just under the bottom of my tartan. I felt my cock twitch in response to the situation but before I could answer, emek escort bayan Terri slid in behind me and, pressed up against my back, reached around and lifted the front of my kilt above my waist. I was rock hard in an instant and both women on the couch got an eyeful. The bold one who’d touched my thigh leaned forward and wrapped her red nailed hands around my shaft. Her lips were parted and I was sure she was going to take me into her mouth when Terri jerked the kilt back down.“Enough of that now lad, ” Terri said, “you’re going to come along with me. You can’t go about exposing yourself.” With that Terri pulled the cuffs off her belt and cuffed my hands behind my back. My kilt was tented out, in spite of the weight of my sporran, with the strength of my arousal. “And you Miss, ” Terri continued looking at the redheaded witch, “You’d best come along to file a complaint.”Smiling, the voluptuous witch stood up. She stood close enough to press her breasts against my chest for a moment while her hand squeezed my cock through the tartan. “Yes, I better had.”Terri guided me with one hand on my bicep while the witch took the other. We made our way through the crowd and out the front door. We walked through the night and to the church parking lot. To my surprise Terri didn’t go to the car but took us into the church. The witch rubbed up against me every step, too drunk I suppose to worry where we were. The unlocked door led into the chapel. We crept quietly inside, the lights were off and only the street light as filtered through the stained glass windows lit Escort eryaman our way. Moving us to the side of the chapel, Terri set the scene. “Miss it’s pretty late to go all the way to the station house to file a complaint. We could make this felon offer you some form of retribution to make it up to you, if you can think of anything you’d like from him.”“Oh, yes, ” our cleavage laden redheaded witch breathed, “I can think of several services that could make it up to me. Will you have him do them all?”“Yes, Miss, it’s only fair after a shock like that. He’ll need to be taught a lesson on top of paying you back, but I’ll take care of that.”I stayed quiet.The witch raised the hem of her long black gown up to expose pale thighs with a scattering of freckles. A black thong hid her pubic triangle, but only for a second as she pulled it off and hung it over my head. She lay back on the pew and placed one leg over the back of the seat and the other on the floor to brace herself. She pointed at her neatly trimmed, auburn triangle and said, “Officer, do you think he could clean me up, I got all sticky when he exposed himself to me?”Roughly, Terri pushed me to my knees, hands still cuffed, and pressed my head to the witch’s cunt. “Yes, Miss, that seems a fair start, ” Terri said. Her voice was husky. I could tell she was getting turned on. I was hard as rock myself.I could smell the witch’s arousal and her pussy lips gleamed with her secretions. Her hips rose up to meet my tongue before I could get all the way there. She was eager. Her taste was sweetly hot and musky on my tongue. The chapel floor was hard under my knees but I didn’t care as I lapped eagerly, running my tongue from one end of her pink lipped slit to the other. Her clitoris was large and aroused, looking like a miniature cock, so easy to find and I ran my tongue in circles around it, occasionally flicking across it’s hard little shaft.