I was engulfed in a fantasy. As per usual it may or may not involved those whom I really knew. Tonight's guest was a recurring one, my neighbor, Officer Monroe. We lived in the same duplex and as much as I'd love to know him on a more personal level, that man always seemed to be on the job. But regardless, we'd became good enough acquaintances to make him a guest in my sexual fantasies.
Tonight wasn't anything too special. I was playing with my self, only imagining what it would be like if that man was in a mindset other than that of a deputy. Once I hit my first climax of the night, I couldn't restrain the fantasy playing out in my mind. On multiple occasions I cried out his name. But while I was enjoying myself in my own little world, my bedroom door was kicked opened.
"Beth?"
His footsteps soon entered. I saw him drop his revolver in shock. There I was, in bed, playing with myself. I had a little vibrator pressing against my clit as I squealed in pleasure.
I gasped, immediately stopping what I was doing to cover myself with a pillow.
"Uh... uh... Beth, oh my God!" He exclaimed, his face immediately turning red in the dim lighting. "I... I heard you... from my apartment over. I swear I heard you crying and calling out for me. I was afraid you may be in trouble, or hurt. Are... are you ok?" He said, glaring at the floor.
"Um... yes Officer Monroe... I am ok." I replied. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for you to hear that."
His eyes darted from the floor to my bed as I spoke.
"I'm sorry for giving you such a scare, but I appreciate the concern."
"Beth?"
"Yes" I replied.
"Um... why did you... were you... uh... thinking about me?" He asked softly.
My face turned bright red. As I sat up to try and defend my dignity, he gently nudged the door closed with his foot. He stared me down, silently walking towards the edge of my bed. He picked up my balled up underwear at the foot of my bed, holding up to examine it. He rubbed his thumb against the wet silk of the panties crotch. Slowly he brought it up to face, closing his eyes as he breathed it in. As he exhaled he let out a soft grunt, and I could see his pants tightening all the while in full view of me. Still holding onto my panties, he walked over and sat in a lounge chair across from my bed.
"Come to my place tomorrow night at 10pm. If you choose not to come, this will never be spoken of again, do you understand."
I nodded. And with that all said and done, he put my panties in his pocket, picked up his revolter, and left.
The next night, I knocked on his door at exactly 10pm. He quickly opened the door. As I walked inside, he instantly turned me around. I gasp as he pinned me against his front door, whispering in my ear.
"It's just you and me in this entire building and we can do whatever the fuck we want."
He kissed my neck, running his hand under my blouse.
"Please... please fuck me... fuck me against this god damn door." I whimpered.
"Never in a million years would have I expected you to be such a pent up little slut." He smiled.
"Only for such a nice man as yourself."
"Come here," he said, walking to his bedroom door. "Stand in front of the bed and get undressed." He commanded.
I quickly complied, neatly kicking off my shoes, then pulling over my blouse and finally pulling down my skirt. He watched with his mouth ajar, leaning against the bedroom door.
"Now bend over on the bed." He said.
I did as he asked. He walked up behind me, pressing his erection against me as he put my hand behind my back. He twirled his handcuffs on his finger for a moment, then secured them on my wrists.
"Is this what you fucking dreamed about while you were over there behind that wall being a little whore." He asked.
I nodded, only to yank on hair, pull my head up so he could grunt in my ear.
"It's yes sir!" He yelled.
"Yes sir!" I corrected myself.
He quickly undid his fly. I gasped as he rubbed it against my ass, partially covered by my panties.
"Get on your fucking knees." He groaned, grabbing my shoulder.
He helped me up, immediately pushing me down to my knees. I looked up at him with hungry eyes as he slapped his cock against my cheek.
"Mmm spit on that cock for me baby."
"Yes sir." I whimpered.
I spit on the head of his cock, with my lips gently grazed the length of his cock. After coating his cock with spit, I gently put it in my mouth. My tongue swirled around his cock, causing him to groan, grabbing the back of my head.
"Gooood girrrl." He purred, pushing his cock farther down my throat.
Spit was strewn about my entire face by the time he pulled my head back.
