Officer Bigdick Pt. 1
Introduction:
I can’t believe I’m doing this!
It was late one Friday night, about 11:15. I had just gotten home from a late night at the office. The kids were at my mother’s and my husband was on a business trip in Denver, CO. I kicked off my heels and constricting business skirt, had a quick shower and relaxed in my bedroom. Drying off, when it hit me: Damn-I am so horny!. My husband hasn’t been around lately and when he has, he hasn’t exactly fucked me right. Sure, I do love him, but his 5 inch penis and poor stamina in the bedroom rarely get me off. My dirty secret, my vibrator, was getting a lot more use lately.
Anyways, the idea of an empty house, for some unbeknown reason, really turns me on. It goes without saying that I pulled out my sexy lil’ vibe and rented a cheesy porno off of IO.
(Now I don’t wish to toot my own horn, but I consider myself a sexy woman. I’m 5’5 125 lbs. I have shoulder-length sexy red hair, green eyes, fair skin w/ a few freckles, etc. My measurements are my pride and joy: 34c-26-38. Perky tits that don’t look like that of a 36yo married woman! My big bubble butt is tight and bouncy and men have always adored my tight pussy with its trimmed, thin, red landing strip.)
As I sat there, getting down with myself, grinding on my precious clit with my vibe as I watched some 20-something actress get railed doggystyle by a 9 inch cock, I noticed strange sounds outside. They resembled crunching of dry leaves and footsteps, which was strange considering it was springtime and there weren’t any leaves out anymore. I tried to ignore these sounds as i fingered my ass a little, enjoying the sensations. I even turned up the volume to help me get more into the mood; but the noises outside continued. My ignorance quickly turned to fear. Shit! What if there’s a robber outside?! I wondered. This idea stuck in my mind as I dropped the vibe and ran downstairs, peering around each corner of my spacious house. My worries were not alleviated as I threw on a robe and called the police. I sat anxiously on my couch, practically biting my nails as the odd sounds outside did not seem to cease.
Approximately 15 minutes later, a squad car parked outside in my driveway. All of the stress that was seemingly tearing up my insides disappeared as an officer walked from the sidewalk to my door. I quickly answered in my light bathrobe with a perky “Hi!”
As soon as I got a better look at the officer, I realized how sexy he was. It may have been my stress and horniness thinking, but I found him insanely attractive. Officer Bigdick (as we shall call him!) stood at about 6’2, had short cropped dark hair, and was muscular and built. He had the jawline of a supermodel and looked to be only about 30 years old. His lustful image was far in contrast to the idea of the typical donut-crunching, overweight cop that I expected.
“Is there a problem here Miss?” he asked as i stared into his dark blue eyes.
I invited him in and strutted to the kitchen in my robe, retrieving a glass of water for the strapping young officer.
“I’ve heard some strange noises outside: would you mind investigating?” I asked him.
He sipped his water. “Of course Miss” he smiled, assuring me that he would get to the bottom of this, and walked out the door. I watched him through the window for a few minutes but soon sat on my couch again, waiting for a response.
After about 5 minutes of investigation, he returned through the door.
“Nothing but a few raccoons Miss” he smiled. I giggled innocently.
“I see…..” My speech was interrupted as Officer Bigdick seemed to spring into action. He crept across my living room, looking upstairs.
“What is it?” I whispered nervously.
“I here something…” he sprinted upstairs silently. I followed him as fast as he could only to find him at the end of my upstairs hallway, staring into my bedroom. I walked over behind him only to find my vibrator lying on my bed with the cheesy porno still playing on my TV.
“Oh…!” I gasped as I ran to the TV, shutting it off and then tossing my vibe under the bed. I looked up to him with embarrassment and he just stood there, grinning.
“Relax, I’ve seen much worse…” he chuckled, “At least you’re watching straight porn.”
I giggled, releasing my uneasiness, and walked over to him. “I am so sorry you had to see that.”
I could tell he felt more awkward than I did. He assured me again that everything was fine and as I passed him to enter the hallway, my thigh brushed against his crotch. Rather than feeling a limp small penis brush my leg, I felt a tense, semi-hard, big cock. My horniness taking control of me, I swiftly looked up to him with a look that basically said: “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” and needless to say, he was!
(go on to Part 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
