Don/Dawn of the Dead Chapter 2

I really like these white thigh highs I have on today. Coupled with the tall red pumps, the plaid little school girl skirt and the rest of it... I look hot. As I stand and shop, I stop to raise one leg and rub it long and slow against the other one, feeling the wonderful fabrics slide together across my shaved legs. I take a sample of black lipstick and try it on, puckering my cocksucker lips in the tiny mirror on the counter.

Jerry, the blonde cop, is watching from his post behind the counter. Not that real stores would have cops behind the counter but this is zombie land and we're playing today. I raise my skirt up slightly and press my throbbing hot sissy clit against the cold, hard glass of the display case and wink at Jerry. He laughs. We can never stay in character.

I pick up a small bottle of perfume, look around nervously and drop it into my purse. Flipping my hair back, I head towards the door.

"Miss?" Jerry says getting up from his seat. I can see his cock outlined against his pants. He's already hard. He loves this game. "I'm going to have to take a look inside your purse."

I stop and cock my ass to the side. I've grown my hair out and curled it; I pull at a dangling strand as I rub my legs together some more. "Why officer? Did I do something wrong?"

"Well," Jerry says as he walks towards me, "I think you've been shoplifting ma'am. I'm going to have to take you in the back for questioning."

"Oh no," I feign. He takes my purse and sets it on the counter. Spinning me around, he cuffs my hands behind my back. When he's done, he lingers for a moment running his hand up the back of my leg. Over the hose, across the garter strap straight into the crack of my ass. He slips a finger into my sissy pussy and leans in closer.

"No underwear today. You are a bad, bad girl." His finger is buried all the way in me. I fondle his cock with my handcuffed hands, squeezing the head ever so lightly.