I had moved to Lithuania in the second half of 1990's. I experienced possibly the best summer in my life. Vilnius is a nice city built on several hills. The summer was sunny, hot and the local women fairly easy to attract. Here I had sexual relationships with some of the most beautiful girls in my experience. Oh, it was happy times.

The female customs officer was actually a member of the border guard and arrived in my life by share luck. She was open for action, in her middle 30's, trim and very interested in sex. She liked to play up work related scenes where she was searching me and discovered my big, hard manhood. The Lithuanian border guard uniforms are light brown, similar to the army. The custom uniform is blue.

Honestly - and this proves how peculiar sexuality truly is - in spite of her strong sexual stamina and general filthy mind, her uniform didn't attract the best reaction on my behalf. I guess it was because her uniform was too bland. I told her that my big interest was to fuck a Lithuanian policewoman. Not someone dressed like one, but the real thing. She smiled and said that she may have a solution - wait and see.

She came back to me after a while and told me that she knew about this female police officer who used to sell sexual treats from time to time. She had never done it in her uniform, always worked privately. However, she would do it in uniform for extra money. I accepted, of course, I wouldn't miss this chance. I also had to pay my border guard for this service. I would mount up to be my most expensive fuck ever.

I like the Lithuanian police uniform, it's a nice design, not too modern, more on the strict military style. That I like. It's grey-greenish with a light green shirt and black tie. Together with insignia and rank, it makes quite an impressive front. Female hats are like the British helmets, but the cap is flatter and it goes in grey-green/black. Of course, everything also depends on who is wearing the uniform, not in the meaning of looks, but in posture, how the uniform fits both the body and spirit. I want to fuck a police officer, not a slut.

We can call her Dana. She was in the same age as my last encounter, but shorter with a rounded posture, busty with short, black hair. She was absolutely perfect. She arrived with a civilian jacket over her uniform, being all business from the very beginning. We shook hands, she looked me over, gave her acceptance, but when I wanted to present her with the money, she waved her finger at me - "later", she said in a husky voice of authority.

I was a little confused when I pointed out where she could change. I thought, was this some kind of police scam, a setup? Oh, don't get me wrong, I preferred her to change outside my sight in order to keep the magic, but what if she had a radio in there? I was walking around my living room thinking about that when she appeared again.

I didn't need to worry, she was absolutely perfect and she really knew her business. She stood in front of me with a stern face, dressed perfectly strict from top to toe. She just looked like a poster figurine for the Lithuanian Police Force. Her short, black hair was perfectly aligned with her hat and the collar of her shirt and the jacket. Everything was shining. She just stood there, looking at me as I was something the cat just brought in.

It took me a moment to understand, I was supposed to do the first move. Of course, I had trainers on and my hard-on was clearly showing, so I just pulled them down and out came my pride and joy. She gave me no facial expression at all, so I took a step forward, grabbed her hand and placed on my manhood. We stood close when she slowly jacked my cock with a cool hand. I looked down at her with a wicked smile. She did nothing, just looking forward as on parade or something. It made me very horny.

I pressed her down to her knees with my hands on her shoulders. She went down on me with that look on her little face. She took my cock into her mouth and started to suck. She did it well. I pressed down her uniform hat over her head and started to face fuck her. She was gulping and choking, but what a sight in that large hall-mirror of mine. I was skull fucking a female cop on her knees, with her police cap pressed down to her nose. Yes!

I dragged her up to her feet after she had applied a rubber on my manhood. Her face was red and distorted by the ordeal with my cock. She tried to correct her hat, but I pushed her down over a table and pulled up her skirt and then her knickers down. I rammed her from behind and she moaned and probably protested something in Lithuanian. I grabbed the back collar of her uniform jacket and started to fuck her hard. She was wobbling back and forward, keeping her hat on with one hand and from her mouth came:

"You ... cant ... do ... this ..."

I pulled her up into a standing position and started to work her breasts outside her uniform. I unbutton the jacket and pushed her to the sofa. I was going to fuck her from the front but wanted to see tits. I now found out that she was so keen on details - every uniform fetishists mantra - that she had changed her regularly security clip with an ordinary black tie. She helped me with the shirt, tie and bra while I was mounting her. With her jacket flung open, her shirt unbuttoned to her navel, the tie loosens but not gone and those tits bouncing, well, that and her still holding her hat in place while looking me in the eye was absolute heaven. She knew the business.

We changed location in the flat, to the kitchen and the table there. She was walking with one shoe missing in front of me, all ravished and trashed with the hat askew. She looked back at me with a flustered face framed in sweaty, black hair, showing me undone tie between big tits with a not very regulative uniform anymore. In the end, the jacket went to the floor and I finished off between her tits and my cum hit her hard on the chin. She was sitting there on the floor, all-fucked-up-on-duty-like, looking at me. I went for the money.

I met her again in the hallway, she was still in her role apparently, because she was struggling with her uniform jacket, trying to be presentable again with her tits swinging free and the cap in the wrong direction. She stopped and looked for the first time with complete eagerness on the money in my hand. I understood and I put the cash in one of the breast pockets on her shirt. She smiled, gave me a salute and wobbled away to the changing room as the completely used police officer she was.

This was the one and only time I fucked Officer Dana. What a pity.