It Was An Emergency!

It Was An Emergency!

The times are changing and living alone as a single 28-year-old woman was not as safe as it used to be in the city or the suburbs of Indianapolis. Henrietta Peck, a 5'7" redhead with curvy hips and a nice 34C rack enjoyed living in her neighborhood but did not like spending nights alone.

Technology enhancements for home security systems led Henrietta, or "Hen" for short, as her friends called her, to reach out to several security firms for estimates on new systems for her older single-family home.

She wasn't only shopping for a burglar alarm system; she was also auditioning smart, handsome technicians who might do more than install a new security system for her. A nerdy workaholic, Hen did not date much even though she was attractive and secretly interested in exploring kinky sex.

When the security salesmen arrived at her home, Henrietta wore tight-fitting suggestive clothing, sexy lingerie and perfume to possibly lure them into salacious acts on the job. She might leave sex toys out in her bedroom and bathroom and take a shower while they were at her home and come out in only a small towel.

After the men, initially unaware of Ms. Peck's full intentions before arriving, sat down with her to review their plan, their system and potential costs and installation dates, she would pour on the honey and see if any bears responded.

Hen saw several men with wedding rings run to their trucks after hastily going over their security proposals and one other nervous salesman just leave before he had finished.

However, there were a few men who decided to take a risk and see if Henrietta was horny and ready for a roll in the hay.

That led to Hen giving a tall black technician a sloppy blow job in her kitchen, plus these other successes:

Full naked fucking with a middle-aged married man who said his wife was frigid;

A hand job in the basement with a single white 25-year-old;

A blow job and cunnilingus in the bedroom and a subsequent promise of a date with a 33-year-old engineer at one of the firms.

Hen waited several days after each of these encounters but received no calls or texts from any of the salesmen. Two weeks went by and still no calls or follow-up communications. She did not buy any of their systems.

Then, late one evening, Henrietta was reading in her den in front of a freshly prepared fire and enjoying a fine wine to relax.

She heard footsteps outside her house and a sound at her back door. At about the same time, she found something strange burning in the fireplace that may have been dropped in from the chimney, and there was a suspicious car with no lights on driving down her quiet street.

Hen picked up her cell phone and called in the frantic request for help:

"9-1-1..... This is Henrietta Peck at 123 Doodad Drive. I have heard multiple unusual noises and suspect there is a criminal on my property. Please send an officer quickly."

As she had been settling down for bed while reading, Hen only had on a negligee with no underwear and a light silken outer robe and a short belt tied around her waist when she met Officer Brad Steel at the front door. She had been too frightened and distracted to change. He identified himself and showed her his badge as she gazed through her front door peephole. She breathed a sigh of relief and noticed he was quite a hunk of an officer... and that her front porch light had either burned out or was disabled.

To protect and to serve

Officer Steel had heard the dispatcher call out for the closest officer to 123 Doodad Street. He responded that he was only two blocks away in his patrol car and would check out the situation. He quickly drove to Ms. Peck's home without lights or siren and approached the front door.

"Front light is out. Proceed with caution," he thought.

He knocked on the door. He turned on his body cam and flashlight.

"Ma'am, this is Officer Steel from the Indianapolis City Police." He held up his badge to her peephole.

The door opened and light from the inside framed the woman's body from behind. Brad Steel noticed she had quite a nice figure and was not wearing many clothes.

"Hmm. Could be a honey trap. Proceed with caution," he thought.

"Officer, I am so glad to see you," the breathless woman said. "I have heard noises around back of my house, someone walking around, and I think something was put down my chimney... I am so frightened!"

"All right, ma'am, I will check around back. Can you please turn on any lights you have on the back side of the house?" Brad said. "Then please stay inside until I knock again."

Brad went around the side of the house with his light up and his gun drawn. He searched for several minutes and didn't see any evidence of a forced entry. He did not see any obvious footprints. Speaking into his body cam, he said "no sign of anything in the rear yard. Returning to speak with the homeowner."

Brad knocked again on the door.

"Ma'am, it's Officer Steel again. I'd like to speak with you."

The door opened.

"Did you find him? Did you find who was walking around my house?" Hen Peck asked.

"No ma'am, I didn't. Could I get a statement from you, please?" Brad replied.

"Oh, yes, of course... and where are my manners? Please come in, Officer... what did you say your name was?" Hen said, nervously.

"Officer Steel. Officer Brad Steel."

"Yes, yes, please come in." Hen said.

Inside, the home was warm and welcoming. Brad noticed again that Ms. Peck was very attractive and was only wearing a thin silk robe over what appeared to be nightgown or negligee.

She led him to her sofa, and he began to take her statement. As she began to calm down, he noticed that she was looking him over intently while speaking to him.

"Are those your handcuffs? And is that your night stick?" She asked, pointing to items on his wide police belt and crossing her legs in a very deliberate manner.

"Um, yes, ma'am, they are." Brad said. "Do you live here by yourself?"

"Oh, yes, yes, I do. I appreciate you being here.... as a woman who lives by herself, it can be scary at times like this. It's good to know a strong fellow like yourself is here to help." Hen replied. "I heard noises around the house, but I haven't checked in the house itself. Would you be willing to walk around the house from room to room with me so I can relax a bit?"

"Yes, Ma'am, I'd be happy to." Brad replied.

Hen thanked him and led him down the hallway towards the stairs to the rest of the house, the direction from which she said she'd first heard the sounds.

The Officer Is Not A Gentleman

Henrietta, nervous to be so close to such a masculine handsome officer of the law, instinctively grabbed his hand and led the way upstairs.

Officer Steel -- with his body cam still on and gun drawn -- followed her up the stairs of the creaky house. He realized how empty this big place must feel for a single gal like Ms. Peck to be here alone so much.

"Please tell me the rooms you use the least up here first," said Officer Steel, "and let me lead the way." He looked at the beautiful redhead in night clothing with her sparkling blue eyes and reassured her she would be okay.

The pair did a thorough check of the spare bedroom, a craft room, the bathroom and the large bedroom where Henrietta slept. There was another smaller bathroom off her bedroom. No sign of any intruder. No more noises or other disturbances.

Standing in Hen's boudoir, the moonlight showing through the large window clearly showed Officer Steel that Ms. Peck was not wearing any undergarments. "Oh my, what a shapely victim tonight," he thought.

His nightstick was soon not the only rigid item on his body. Brad quietly turned off the body cam and gazed at the beauty before him. She was intoxicating.

Smelling her perfume, seeing the turned down bed before him, and not having any more commitments this shift, he paused.

"Just one moment, Ms. Peck - I need to call in."

Officer Steel radioed into the dispatcher. "All clear at the Peck residence at 123 Doodad Drive. Signing off for the night. 10-4."

Henrietta thanked Officer Steel for coming to her rescue, holding his arm with her warm sensuous feminine hand. That touch startled Brad yet he appreciated her gesture.

He hesitated, citing in his head the police manual restricting fraternization with a suspect or a victim. However, Ms. Peck was not yet a suspect and there was no evidence of any foul play, so she wasn't a victim either.

Just then, Hen pulled Officer Steel aside and whispered in his ear:

"Would you be kind enough to show me your tools?"

Officer Steel, who was in high demand among the female officers and staff at the Indianapolis Police Department, loved the ladies and had a weakness for redheads.

"Uh, sure, ma'am," he replied. He removed his night stick and allowed Henrietta to hold it.

She said, "Not that one... this one," and as she said so, she moved both of her hands to his groin and cupped his cock and balls through his navy-blue uniform.

They gazed at each other for a moment, then met in a passionate kiss. Hen's hands continued to explore Brad's swelling crotch as he ran his hands around her waist and hips.

"Are you going to lock me up for assaulting an officer?" Hen said breathlessly between kisses.

Officer Steel reached with one hand and swiftly removed his handcuffs from his belt. Hen coyly moved her hands up in front of her and licked her lips while staring at Brad. He took Hen's wrists, reached around her and put her wrists behind her, then cuffed her. Her silk robe fell open exposing her naked body under the thin sheer negligee. His cock was throbbing and lengthening. He needed to loosen his pants and take off the gun belt soon.

Henrietta saw that Officer Steel had crossed the threshold of civility and moved on to lust, which was her intent in calling 9-1-1 in the first place - getting a lone handsome officer like him to come to her aid. Her sexual desires were about to be addressed.

Active Shooter

"Turn around, Ms. Peck," Brad said, in a firm voice.

"Yes, sir," she replied.

Bread took off his belt, precinct baseball cap, and began to unbutton his uniform shirt. As he did so, he continued to speak to Hen.

"I have put you in cuffs because you are a very bad girl. You have been very naughty and disrespectful of me as a peace officer. Do you understand?" He used a firm but low voice with her, which projected great power under check.

"Yes," she said timidly. Hen was incredibly turned on by his powerful voice. Her shaved sex was already moist and ready for action.

His shirt was off and he began to take off his pants. He stepped up close to Hen and put his hands on her waist and pulled her against him, his hard cock - still in his underwear pressing against her ass. Hen tried to reach for his cock with her cuffed hands, but he pushed them away. Not yet, he thought. Moving his mouth next to her right ear, he said,

"You asked to see my tools?"

"Yes."

"You wanted to hold my night stick?"

"Yes."

"How badly do you want my tools? How badly do you want my night stick?"

"More than anything, Officer."

Brad stepped back, kicked his shoes off, and stepped out of his pants. He lowered his underwear. Now he was completely naked.

He stepped up to Hen again. Once again, he lightly brushed her hair away and put his mouth right by her ear. He kissed along her neck and then said:

"Turn around."

Hen did as she was told.

"Sit on the bed."

Hen sat back on the bed behind her, her hands still cuffed.

Brad knelt down to where he was eye to eye with Hen. He looked at her intently for a moment. Then he pushed her back on the bed and buried his face between her legs. He used his arms to hold her legs apart and began to click furiously on her dripping pussy. Her clit stood out as his tongue danced around and around. Hen began to moan - her hands were cuffed behind her, and with her lying back, she had no way to escape - her own body weight kept her pinned down. Not that she wanted to flee...

Brad licked and teased and sucked on Hen's swollen clit. Her moans became louder and more frequent as Brad accelerated his inspection of the crime scene. With a groan, Hen climaxed. Brad took her over the edge and down the other side before standing up again. Hen caught her breath and stared at him. What next?

Brad reached forward and pulled Hen up to sit. She looked at him with wild eyes. His cock danced before her.

"Kneel," he said.

Hen slid off the bed. Brad knelt beside her, uncuffed her, and tossed the cuffs aside.

He stood before her. Her hands were now free; Hen began to run her hands around his thighs and firm abdomen. Who was in charge now, she thought?

Redheaded Hen Pecks and is Pecked by Officer Steel's Baton

Henrietta's small manicured feminine digits danced over Officer Steel's strong abs and muscular thighs, purposely teasing his cock and balls by not groping them... yet. The sensations of Hen's red-painted fingernails on his skin made Brad's cock twitch and sent vibrations to his ball sac. She had this peace officer right where she wanted him.

Using both hands upon the back of his legs and ass, Hen moved her mouth to his engorged erect cock and tasted the tip of his knob with its pre-cum. She brought both hands forward to stroke his cock as her tongue glided up and down the shaft of his rod. Her blue eyes and beautiful face looked up, eyeing Brad the whole time.

Seeing such a lovely lady sucking his cock, he got harder and dreamed of ramming his personal night stick into her waiting pussy. Henrietta's hands tickled his balls and moistened his cock with her saliva.

The lady was now in control and she rose up to join Brad standing, only coming up to his nipples, which she licked and massaged. He bent down and kissed her passionately and she whispered, "Take me to jail, Officer Steel!"

That awoke the studly cop and he now took charge.

"Were you just resisting arrest?" he posed.

Henrietta started to speak, but Officer Steel used his superior strength to lay her on the bed, raise her legs as high as they would go and dip his baton into her vagina. First an inch, then two and then more. She could take it and moaned at the sensation of them being one and also from the pleasurable friction he created.

"Give me your other stick, Officer!" Hen said.

Brad reached over and grabbed his uniform night stick from the end table next to Henrietta's bed. He handed it to her, curious. Resuming his thrusting, he saw her take it in one hand and begin to suck on it like she had just done on his steely shaft. Soon she was taking several inches of the baton in and out of her mouth in rhythm with the piston-like action of his penis in her wet vagina. The sight of her sucking on the black stick while he plunged his stick into Hen's honey pot was a huge turn on to Brad.

Their hips moved in sync thrusting together and the bedroom was filled with Hen's moans and the sounds of Officer Steel's greased dick and balls slapping against her ass.

Officer Steel, on command, said, "One more area I need to examine for the strip search,"

He turned her over on the bed, positioned her ass high and her head down. He loved the way her breasts swayed with his movements.

Officer Steel saw that delicious pussy but also saw Hen's winking asshole. He spit twice into her top orifice. Hen could feel the moisture on her asshole, and then the searing feeling as he slid his still-rigid man meat into her. Henrietta had never experienced anal sex, but she grew to enjoy the different sensations. Using her right hand, she vigorously rubbed her g-spot and erect clit to maximize the pleasure that the officer's strip search was offering. With her left hand she continued to move the baton in and out of her mouth.

Brad was a skilled lover and he knew certain women wanted it rough. Sometimes these were the shyest and meekest ladies in real life who turned into naughty girls in the sack.

He loved her flowing red hair and used his left hand to grab it into a fist and pull. His right hand periodically spanked the suspect being searched on her ass cheeks. Each time he pulled her hair and smacked her ass, he thrust his cock more deeply onto her anus and heard the efforts of his work being rewarded.

"Give me the baton, Ms. Peck," he commanded.

Henrietta obeyed, handing him the moistened rigid tube.

He let go of Henrietta's hair and used his left hand to hold her hips while he used his right hand to guide the unyielding shaft slowly into Hen's wet pussy, all the while keeping his cock in her tight ass. Hen let out deep loud moans as she was penetrated in both love canals.

Hen was in seventh heaven and her eyes were in the back of her head as she started to scream her enthusiasm. She shuddered and a flow of wetness cascaded over Officer Steel's night stick, balls and the soiled bed.

This arrest and cavity search was going well....

What else might Officer Steel have in mind for this redheaded tart who called 9-1-1 without just cause?

A Bushel or a Peck

"Officer, Officer, I need something more," Hen cried out. "I want to rub your magic wand."

Slightly confused, and wanting to come, Brad extracted himself from the back of the Hen House.

"Put your other tool away," Hen said, and following her request, Brad eased the baton out as well.

Hen moved to where she was sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Officer, come stand in front of me," Hen said, with a bit of a wild look in her eyes.

Brad stood before her, his raging member inches from Hen.

Reaching out, Hen took her hand, wet it with her saliva, and then rubbed it between her full breasts. She then placed Brad's steel between her tits and squeezed them together, giving him a narrow valley of female beauty to plow.

Not needing any instruction at this point, Brad began to fuck Hen's tits with a fury. Her long red hair tossed as he thrust again and again between her full 34Cs.

"Officer Steel, fire your big gun right into my mouth," Hen moaned, tipping her head down to receive the shot.

Brad could hold back no longer and emptied his full clip into her oral holster. Hen took several of the shots and let the others strike around the target. She looked at Brad with an evil grin, licking her lips. Brad, drained, fell back against her dresser and eased himself to the floor. Hen was the first to speak.

"Hand me your radio, Officer. I need to call this crime scene in: Officer needs assistance - man down."