Officer, You're Under House Arrest

I’d always see him. The blue-eyed, mousey brown-haired officer who would make a weekly call to my neighbour, ensuring that said neighbour was behaving as per his probation stipulations.

The first time our eyes met, I was putting something in the bin and all I wore? Well, it was a skimpy bralette and booty shorts. His piercing eyes drank me in, relishing in my toned, tatted body. I too did the same. What? He’s hot! Large biceps and a trimmed beard make him a real sight for sore eyes.

Yes, I have been known to intentionally time when I take out the bins: 7:30pm. So when three months ago he didn’t get straight into his car, and instead walked straight to me, I was perplexed.

3 months ago

“Hey,” I said shyly.

“Ma’am, good evening. My name is Officer Ewan. I’m conducting a neighbour review for Mr. Greenwood, would you mind answering some questions?”

His tone was light and welcoming and I was staring aghast at this beautiful specimen who was speaking to me!

“Yes, sure. Uhm do you want to come in?”

His gaze lingered on my lips and a smirk dribbled across his face.

“I’d love to come.”

Did he just say that?

After the preliminary questions of:

“Have you had any issues with Mr. Greenwood?”

“How often does Mr. Greenwood leave his home?”

My personal favourite:

“Have you seen Mr. Greenwood with excessive amounts of money?”

I laughed at that one because Mr. Greenwood is eighty-three and could barely walk to his front door, let alone run a crime syndicate.

“Officer Ewan, that’s a little presumptuous. Mr. Greenwood was arrested for protesting against the traffic light from being removed. He’s hardly a hardcore criminal,” my husky tone is humorous.

He chuckled at that, “Right yes. Just doing my job Ma’am.”

“Call me Naina,” I extended my hand, hoping he’d oblige.

“Taylor,” he grinned, taking my hand, “I’d love to hang out.”

Present Day

“You’re so good Taylor. You know what I need you to do?” Stroking him with my words.

“Yes Ma’am,” He proceeds to stand, but with my hands I tell him to remain in the current position.

“Baby, no. You need to open your body,” I reiterate.

I sit up from my chair as I softly reprimand Taylor. The golden glint from the chandelier draping us in a gaudy haze of decadence. He looks exquisite laying on my 70s modular sofa. My Taylor, yes he’s now called my Taylor; is slouched across it. Naked. Our Tuesday night ritual in full swing.

Things seemed to escalate since our first meeting, the first time Taylor accidentally learnt about my…proclivity was when he had a particularly troublesome day where he was fighting the ‘baddies’. He had come in for some friendly relief, but left with me commanding his release.

“I know, but I just want to touch you. You’ve not let me this entire evening.” His blue eyes dance with apprehension and I’m not sure if I should give in too.

“Uh uh uh, don’t you dare Taylor Ewan or else you’ll be waiting till the next time to touch me,” I tease.

His jaw tenses, but his cock hardens. My large brown eyes are stilled on him, but my brain is telling me to look away and focus on the canvas.

“Don’t you want this cock in you?” he groans.

“Taylor enough,” I hazard.

He stills. Cock now erect and swollen. He likes to tow the line sometimes, forgetting that I’m here to cater to him and his needs. I need him to know that I’ve got him. He’s safe here.

I soften my tone, “Baby this is your sanctuary. You’re not this big, bad Police officer here, you’re just Taylor. Let me take care of you.”

Taylor relaxes a little, and I’ve made a note that he needs a lot more reassurance than I’ve been giving him.

“Keep stroking your cock baby, just like that. You look so handsome,” I murmur.

My hand continue to sketch the outlines of his perfect biceps, whilst my eyes ogle at this beautiful specimen before me. His languid strokes are hypnotising and I’m trusting my hand to draw, as I am at the mercy of Taylor Ewan.

“You like that?” he whispers. His eyes leave mine to trail down to my hardened nipples.

I decide to reward him a little and remove the thin vest. Unveiling my rounded caramel skin, with chocolate peaks standing to attention.

“You behave so well for me Taylor, when you’re not being impatient,” I giggle.

“I want to make you happy,” his voice is gravelly, grating on every consonant.

“Then spread your legs wide and pump that cock harder for me.” I drop the charcoal and kneel beside the modular watching with eager eyes as he grips his cock tighter, his perfect full mouth is parted as he takes shallow breaths.

His swollen head is a deep shade of pink, bordering on purplish indicating just how aroused he is.

“You do this to me,” he grunts.

Pearls appear atop his head and he uses that as lubricant as he twists his hand over his head and then roughly twists it around his thick girth. The veins on his cock disappearing as he strangles each protruding vessel.
“Do you like me on my knees Taylor?” I know that’s what my baby wants.

“Yes, you look divine.” His words are staccato, breathing jolted.

“Would I look better if I had your beautiful cock in my mouth?”

He nods.

“Please,” he manages to blurt.

I smile at him, knowing I hold his pleasure. He cannot come without my mouth or pussy around his cock.

Knowing that he can’t hold on for much longer so I kiss the tip, using my tongue to taste the beads that are threatening to explode.

“Mmm so tasty,” I whisper against his long length, sending vibrations.

Taking him into my mouth I lazily suck, not providing too much pressure. I continue to tease him. Taylor and I have had many conversations where he’s described sex much like an arrest, ‘it should be quick, straight to the point and minimal disruption.’

However, I’m trying to teach him the antithesis: It should be messy, prolonged and his control diminished.

My mouth is eager to give him a hiatus, so I hasten my sucks, drawing my cheeks into suctioning his cock as hard as possible. His moans are heady as he snaps his head back in pure arousal.

One hand gently strokes his thigh and the other now cups his balls as I massage them gently whilst I bob head and contort my mouth to give him the maximum pleasure.

Pools of saliva alongside his sweat and pre-cum spill from the sides of my mouth as I try to contain the tsunami he will inevitably unleash down my throat. As my hand wanders a little lower, gently rubbing along the seam. His legs bend as he does not expect my descent to this little unchartered territory.

I don’t pry, that’s for another time.

His grip becomes tighter at the back of my head and I feel Taylor’s impatience. Tut, tut, tut. Does he not realise I know what he wants and needs?

Naughty.

Removing my mouth off his cock, I push his thighs up, giving me a gorgeous view of his swollen balls and perfectly puckered asshole. I can hear his restrained gasps as my mouth places delicate kisses on his inner-thighs. Licking and biting until I reach his balls, where I pop each one into my mouth, gently twirling and sucking them.

Taylor’s moans are now bordering growls, “Relax baby, I’ve got you.” I reassure. Removing one hand that was propping-up his thigh, I position myself in-between his legs so he can see what I’m about to do for him.

I want my middle finger soaked in our cocktail, so I suck hard. The positioning that finger around his hole.

“Wha- Naina!” he screams as I rub around his hole whilst taking his cock back into my mouth. Instead of the languid sucks, they’re now fast, urgent and depraved. I take his cock as far back as my throat can and gag, whilst my middle finger continues to circle and slightly prod.

It’s relentless and I’m ready for him to unleash his build-up down my throat where I can keep the stress of his day safe, inside of me. He does, streams of his cum cascade down my throat and I continue swallowing, spilling around the sides; my eyes watering.

My finger has stopped circling and the tip hooks inside.

I detach from my Taylor and use my hands to pump his aftershocks away.

“That was unbelievable,” he pants.

“You were being impatient,” I pant.

“With you I’m always impatient,” he smiles, his voice hoarse from screaming.

“Let me take you upstairs and clean you baby,” I get back on my feet. Waiting for my action man to get up and follow me.

“Will we get to finish that portrait?” He grabs me by the waist as I lead him up the stairs.

“We can do that after dinner, okay?”

“I’m under your arrest,” he breathes into my hair.