Unlawful Sentry

"Why do I need so many guard dogs Donny? I really don't think Gabriel will hurt me considering he wants me to play Porn Cop." Calliope Cruz parades around her living room in the nude. While at home at least she could forego those damnable stiletto heels her Terrorist demanded she wear.

"It's not Gabriel I worry about Calliope. It's the rest of Miami. You may be a fighter but without backup even you can be mobbed. Just take a hard look at Trish Toliver's rape. I would prefer that not happen to you."

"Nobody knows where I live."

"Come on Calliope there's a goddamned News crew following your every move. Trish Toliver aside."

"True...but doesn't it look just as bad to have five squad cars outside and six Officers sitting in my living room? Drooling I might add." She steps into her kitchen to whisper, "Donny? I know you want what's best for me but I can't breath."

"That's why they're there. To make sure you keep breathing."

"Oh, I'm certain if I stopped breathing they would be fighting to see who gave me mouth to mouth. I'd probably die before they decided who was going to do it."

"End of subject Calliope. Get some sleep."

"Zero chances of that. Night Donald."

"Sweet dreams."

"Me or them?"

"Call if things get out of hand."

"Dialing now."

"Ha ha!"

"I wonder if Gabriel is watching me?"

"Most likely. We can't get a surveillance specialist in to remove your bugs and cameras. If we do things go boom somewhere in Miami."

"Is it sick of me to not mind the peeping tom aspect of this?"

"Question is are you not going to mind stepping into public nude just to do your job?"

"I don't so much mind that people see me naked...it's just not fair that parents have to isolate their kids just because of Gabriel's expectations of me. I feel horrible about that."

"We'll formulate a plan to at least lower the risk factor. If it means cloaking you in a gauntlet of uniformed Officers so be it."

"We both know Gabriel will nix that option Donald. I cannot hide in plain sight. Can the Department or even the City get sued because of me?"

"Probably but the circumstances will be overturned by any Judge with his or her right mind concerning the safety for human lives."

"This sucks."

"Like I said get some sleep."

"I need to eat and relax a bit. There's no sleeping for me until I do."

"Order some take out. Bill it to the Precinct. It's the least I can do considering."

"That's sweet Donny. Thank you."

"Hanging up now. Allison will start asking questions I can't answer."

"Give her my best."

"Will do."

Call ending Calliope eases her way back out to the living room. All eyes absorb her flesh the second she steps in. Fanning herself with her hands nervously she moves to her coffee table and uses it as a boundary.

"Anyone hungry? Bettinger offered to buy us take out. Sushi sounds good."

Fitz chuckles, "Does that make you Sushi Homemaker?"

"That's cute." She feels her choker vibrate and huffs her cheeks before letting everyone know, "Babee is here."

"Gabriel?" Tortuga looks around the room.

"I'm on Candid Camera."

"Which means so are we." Fitz growls.

Her cell rings in her hand forcing her to examine the caller. Eyes flaring she shows them the number. Unknown she answers it, "Hello Babee Ramirez household."

"VERY GOOD BABEE. PUT MY VOICE ON SPEAKER." She cooperates allowing the Officers to hear him, "GOOD EVENING MIAMI'S FINEST." Not a single reply out of any of them. Everyone was too afraid of making him angry and retaliating against their friends or family. Clearing his throat loudly Gabriel continues, "BABEE HAS HAD A ROUGH DAY. I THINK THE REST OF THE NIGHT SHE DESERVES TO BE PAMPERED."

Calliope's eyes grow leery, she knew that very soon now she would be manhandled by her fellow Officer's. Yet again. After the Roll Call fiasco every cop for twenty miles wanted in on the action. For the last two years on the force she had heard it all. If she were a bitch she could have nailed all of them for sexual harassment at one time or another. Being the hottest Cop in Miami brought out the lust. She overlooked their comments, even the pats on the butt. Now the guys were getting to live out their fantasies. All Calliope knew was that one day Gabriel would pay for her abuse. Not that the abuse was all bad. She had just tried to be a good girl like her Mother had raised her to be. Sex was minimal up until recently. Now she was being pushed to make up for lost time. It was stimulating seeing how badly they desired her. No matter who they were or what they looked like. It was their reactions that made her wet.

"Right! Babee needs pampered. Babee sore all over." She pouts while feigning aches and pains from head to toe, "Stiletto heels hurt my tootsies. Babee's back and legs hurt from walking in them all day long."

"THERE YOU HAVE IT GENTLEMEN. ARE YOU GOING TO DENY SUCH A LOVELY YOUNG WOMAN?"

Hank Romero takes one for the team patting his lap, "You come on over here and let Uncle Hank massage those shoulders Sweetheart." Knowing Gabriel was observing she hops up and down on her toes and claps her hands with a giddy response. Her thoughts a different story entirely. Hank was not exactly a handsome man. In his early 50's he had a portly belly and locks of grey hair. Regardless she played along. Scooting around her coffee table with her back to those sitting on her sofa her ass danced right in front of two other Officers to each side of Romero. Looking over her shoulder to see that she was centered she giggles and nestles down into his lap. He opted to sit back to give her room in escaping his belly fat.

"Is that my TV remote between your legs?" She lifts to glare at his crotch then offers a shocked look, "Oooo! Free cable." The guys chuckled at Babee's humor. As she returns to his lap she squirms acting as if trying to get comfy. Hank grinned like the Devil at his fellow Officers, "Sowwy. I think Hanky Panky has been watching Skinemax."

"Who needs that when we have you Cruz?" Hank smirks.

"Untense me." She offers a pouty face looking over her shoulder seductively.

His hands immediately rose to grip her shoulders. His grip strong but not unbearable. As his fingers massaged her aching muscles she coos, "That feels really nice Hanky."

"Your flesh feels really nice Cruz. Soft and silky."

"I'm a girl we should all be soft and silky." She tilts her chin forward as his thumbs compress up her neckline.

"Hey Calliope?" Fitz drew her attention from a peaceful place, "We all know this is hard on you but We gotta know...just how much do you really like this situation Gabriel has you in? I mean the whole situation. Performing your duties wearing pretty much only your badge."

"Stressful but certainly liberating. Do we have to discuss that? I'm supposed to be relaxing not getting upset."

"Yea, shut up Fitz." Tortuga bumps his shoe against his friend.

"AS THE DAYS GO BY BABEE WILL BECOME USED TO HER ROUTINE." Gabriel intervenes, "I REQUIRE HER TO BE CONFIDENT AND PROUD. ALL OF YOU WILL SUPPORT AND PROTECT HER FROM HARM."

"I got her back." Hank chuckles.

"We got her front." Cedric Porter eyes Babee's massive chest bobbing as Hank kneads her shoulders.

"EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU WILL ENJOY HER. IN REPAYMENT YOU WILL KEEP HER SAFE AND TAKE A BULLET FOR HER IF NECESSARY."

"You want us to enjoy you Cruz?"

"Babee just want to be loved." She whimpers knowing that nothing she had to say mattered. Gabriel left her very little choice in voicing her true opinion. Lives were at stake if she refused. She felt he was testing her. If so she would pass with flying colors.

"GENTLEMEN? I DEMAND THAT YOU SPEAK YOUR MINDS ON HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT MS. CRUZ. EXPLICITLY."

Fitz sighs, "That's easy enough. Not one of us Mother Fuckers haven't talked about getting the chance to tap this Puerto Rican hottie."

"Really?" Babee giggles, "I thought you were all more interested with Millie in Dispatch."

"You're a riot Cruz." Hank laughs, "I still remember that cookout at Bettinger's when you wore those hoochie cutoff's with your ass cheeks sticking out. You can't tell me you didn't wanna turn us on."

"I remember that." Chad Ambrose added, "What about the time she wore that white bikini to Doyle's pool party. Fucking tits fell out when she dove off the diving board and surfaced. Even covering up quick we all saw nipples Sweetheart."

"You mean these nipples?" Babee pinches her breasts.

"Same ones." He chuckles.

"I don't give a shit what you bastards say but I know damned well I've jerked off a few times thinking about Calliope here."

Each of them nodded in agreement, "Yeah, me too." Spoke Fitz, "Ditto." Added Porter.

"You should all do that now." She nibbles a finger nail.

"In front of you?" Porter cocked an eye brow.

"Better than picturing me in your mind. Babee is right here."

Porter ponders for thirty seconds then looks around at his allies, "I think I'm gonna take her up on that." Standing up he unzips his pants and digs in for a beefy black cock. The guys grimaced at first as he sat down grinning from ear to ear stroking it to life.

"Big enough for you Cruz?"

She feigns a blush with bulging eyes, "He's so big."

"Sounds like a porn star." Fitz grunts, "Fuck it. Sounds like a plan." He then releases his own lesser sized cock and wags it at her.

"He's having Fitz." She giggles as Hank moves his hands lower on her spine. More of a rub than a real massage.

"As sick as it is seeing you bastards I'm in." Ambrose rallies dragging out a seven inch stallion. Babee merely eyes it with a bit of insecurity. This could easily evolve into more than she wanted. Going with the flow she hoped they would just relieve their egos and let her go to bed.

"You like seeing our cocks wanting you Cruz?" Fitz had to push it.

"I haven't seen everyone yet." She pouts looking at Tortuga, Officer Danny Rivera, and Hank behind her. Rivera quickly joined the others leaving Tortuga to regret his desires. He loved his wife but this was stimulating seeing Calliope nude up close and in Babee mode. Gritting his teeth Tortuga stepped up and gripped his beast speaking in his South Islander language under his breath. That just left Hank. Easing off of Hank's lap Calliope turns facing them all and sits back on her coffee table. Pointing at Hank she bats her eyes, "All for one and one for all."

"Christ Cruz." Hank struggles to move past his belly and unzip his fly. He was already wheezing being out of shape. Taking too long Babee rolls her eyes and drops to her knee between his legs and helps him out. Digging in she pulls out a meager five incher then takes his hand allowing him to take over. Once jerking she rises and returns to her big oak coffee table. Watching them jerk she felt in control. Until Fitz had to ruin it.

"Lay back and rub that pussy Cruz. Inspire us."

"Babee like rubbing herself down there." She takes a deep breath and lays back with her feet on the edge. Knees wide she applies fingers to vigorously tease her clit. Her pink pussy vibrant and wet. All eyes zeroed in on her pussy. Those that found it difficult to see it stood up and towered to her sides. Calliope flares her eyes at their unexpected reactions.

"Faster Cruz."

"Make some noise Babee."

"Okeeee!" She whimpers at their requests. Her moans childlike and sensual force their hands to storm rock hard erections. She couldn't help but look at them. Her thoughts knowing this was a mistake. There was no way she was going to just play with herself and they jerk off. Sooner or later temptation would overtake their senses. Sure she was enjoying herself. But, in reality she really hoped this would end with her squirting and they expending what energy they have stroking their beasts to the bitter end. Hearing each of them groan made her moans escalate. Reaching her peak Babee with a shrill whine curls her toes, "I can't hold it any longer."

"Squirt Babee." Hank growls as her neck cranes forward, her face beet red from resistance. Enough of that Babee squirts a flood all around her fingers. Resorting to deep insertions the flow continued. The guys were regretfully vocal at seeing her detonation.

"Fuck that was beautiful Cruz." Fitz beat his beast faster.

Porter and Tortuga struggled to stay the distance but found themselves stepping closer to Calliope's legs. Each choosing a curled set of toes to cum all over. Babee felt the warm wetness coat her feet, "Someone painted Babee's toes. Yay!"

Exhausted both men collapse on to the sofa and loveseat simultaneously. The others continued their ejaculation fest. Hank was suffering the worst, his overweight shape left him extremely winded. Watching him from her outstretched limbs Calliope felt badly for him. He really wanted to be like the other guys but age and build prevented his youthful desires.

Ambrose took a darker turn leaning on one knee upon her coffee table to pepper her firm belly right across her belly button. She shivered at the sight. As he eased away she sighed at Hank, "You can do it Hanky."

"Losing steam Sweetheart."

"I know what might help." She sits up and kneels between her table and his lap. Ignoring the jizz on her toes and belly she leaned over Hank's lap and molded her monster tits around his dick. He released his grip and just let her rock back and forth with her pecker feeling every sensation. He was grateful and settled back to catch his breath. With a sensual exhale Babee smiles, "Don't get lost in there Hanky."

"Not on your life Sweetheart. I owe you one."

"I see your one popping up between my two."

"So do we Cruz." Fitz holds his breath ready to fire away. Shuffling over her shoulder he pelts her with a long stream of white hot cum. It got into her sweaty curls but she ignored the fact.

"Thank you Fitz."

Her eyes never once left Hank's gaze at her. She allowed her chin to graze against his crown with each uprising between her breasts. Gentle huffs of warm breath tease his mushroom. Hank nodded his approval, "Calliope? You made my career."

"You're not ready to retire yet Hanky." She reaches over him and retrieves his hand from his tummy. Returning it to his beast she remains close enough to let her breasts touch his circulating knuckles. The nearness of her heartbeat made him snarl and jettison cum all across her massive tits.

"Work of art Romero. You drenched those jugs." Fitz chuckled.

That just left Danny Rivera pumping his shaft like a madman. Nearing his eruption he jumped to his feet and stood over Babee's face. He had to be the one to give her a facial. He had fantasized about that for two freaking years. Each time he observed her drink coffee or eat a frosted donut he imagined her wearing his cum. She would always smile and lick her lips. She knew the effect it had on men. She was a woman. Taunting men was her job regardless of never putting out. Seeing his arrival she shifts slightly on her knees to open her mouth with an expectant look. Seeing her gaping jaw Rivera couldn't resist, he bent his knees and placed his crown between her lips. She merely gravitated there without closure or letting her tongue enter the fray. If she did she knew a blowjob would result as he would give up and let her finish him. In a maddening grunt Rivera fired his load into her mouth. Pulling out after the first shot in order to see the remainder puddle up on her chin and nose. She accepted every drop and waited for him to retreat before Babee reacted, "Are you sure your last name is Rivera? I think it's Riviera."

"Riviera? While in France..." Danny moved back in, placing his cock up to her lips once more, "French that bad boy."

Within her thoughts Calliope relayed a mental note, "When will you learn to shut up?"

She forces herself to accept his cock into her mouth. Her tongue swirling around it and capturing final droplets. With a flick of her tongue to his crown she kissed it goodbye, "Off to see the Louvre." She rises and starts to step away from them when she loses her balance due to circulation at kneeling so long. Falling over Hank her tits mashed around his face. Squealing at her misfortune she feels Hank's hands surround her back holding her close. His mouth feeding on her flesh she gasps.

"Louvre on those titties Romero." Rivera laughed watching her ass in the air. Both he and Porter had the same idea as each of them relocated a hand to rub her ass cheeks. Fitz smirked and slapped her ass. She yelped and bulged her eyes. Porter in response slapped his side's cheek. They took turns while Calliope held her breath. Ambrose eased in beside Hank and decided to squeeze her available breast.

"Wooooweee! That's one soft titty. I figured a boob job would make them hard and stiff. Feels real to me."

She wanted to hyperventilate but kept her composure as Babee might, "Pillow fight. Yay!"

Laughter ensued at her expense. Fitz after five good spanks pried her cheeks apart to get a better look at her shiny clam and the cute little anus. Teasing it with a wet finger Fitz toyed with her anal cavity. Circling it then going in for the kill. She tensed up at his insertion. Having never dealt with anal much it spooked her slightly.

"Easy there Fitz." She huffs dramatically as Calliope more than Babee.

"Just like a cavity search at work right Porter?"

"Unlawful search and seizure Buddy."

"Right!" Calliope whimpered, "Unlawful entry."

"Just responding to a break in Cruz." Fitz grinned and eased his finger deeper into her ass. Porter observing it and her deafening gasp led him on his own adventure. Fingertips toying with her labia he decides to curl two fingers up inside her pussy. She let out a barely audible, "Shit." That led to both men fingering her holes, Hank devouring her right nipple, and Ambrose happy just squeezing her left breast. That left Rivera and Tortuga feeling left out. Rivera made himself at home next to Porter's probing fingers. Reaching under her he locates her clit and uses his thumb to rub it. She immediately repeated herself, "Shit."

Tortuga? He stepped out on the balcony and had a smoke. Her cat Swayze circling his pant leg. He thought about calling his wife until he heard Calliope becoming vocal. Moaning she got into Babee mode with simple phrases like, "That feels so good."

Leading to, "You guys are going to make Babee crazy."

Adding a third finger inside her pussy Porter grinned at Fitz like the Cheshire Cat. Encouraging him Fitz whispers, "Go for four." That he did as Calliope strained her expression to that of exhausted awe. Four large fingers twisted, turning, in and out was destroying her emotions. Her body trembling as Hank massaged her back from shoulders to ass cheeks. Ambrose deciding that a mere squeeze wasn't enough joined Hank in sucking on her nipples. Two mouths feeding she began arching her back. Calliope Princess Cruz was ready for another orgasm. Echoed moans delighted the boys.

Motioning Porter to vacate her pussy Fitz switched over abandoning her anal hole in favor of her drenched pussy. His hand slightly smaller than Porter's he enters his own four fingers and fucks her pussy hard to get her screaming and shaking like a leaf. As her eyes began to roll back in her head Fitz dares to take things one step further. Enters the thumb for a snug insertion. Babee drops her jaw, "OH MY FUCKING GOD!" Digging deeper he forces his fist up inside her. Stretching her pussy to its limits she begged for them to stop out of fear of vaginal tearing. Once inside Fitz stopped to let her settle down. As soon as her breath slowed he eased deeper. He wanted to know if she could accept his entire hand up to the wrist. Cursing as Babee she admits, "Fitz like a glove."

"THAT'S THE SPIRIT DETECTIVE PORNSTAR." Gabriel returns.

"Pray I never find you Mister G. I'll make sure Fitz here does this to your ass." She huffs dramatically as Fitz twists his fist within. Rivera's constant massaging of her clitoris made her begin convulsing. Both Hank and Ambrose held her body firm against them. In a screaming orgasm Babee Ramirez gushes around the hand of Fitz. Flooding Hank's lap led him to release her nipple to mutter, "Damn Calliope. I need to start building a freakin' Ark?"