I gave a cop my info and he showed up at my house.

Sex with a cop has been on my sex bucket list with my best friend for ages. I'd yet to meet a cop I actually wanted until one Saturday night.

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I (F23) was on the balcony of a rooftop bar with a group of friends when I noticed some cops on the road below. One of them was tall with broad shoulders and dark hair. He kept looking up at me and I smiled every time we made eye contact.

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I went downstairs to get a better look and do a vibe check. I told him I liked his uniform and he was immediately on the same page. He was friendly and smiling a little, while maintaining an air of authority as his eyes scanned the venue. I handed him a note with my info and told him to check that I got home safe after his shift ended. He said, "My pleasure, ma'am" with a nod.

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I was already wet thinking about it in the Uber ride home.

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I lay on my couch and barely stroked my pussy through my soaked and slimy panties. I must have drifted off to sleep, and was suddenly woken by a knock on my door.

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My heart pounding in my chest, I looked through the peephole. It was him, standing there still in full uniform. I opened the door and he stepped inside, closing it behind him. This was the closest I'd been to him so far and I could smell the night on him.

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"Miss *my name*, you requested a wellness check, correct?" He asked in a calm yet authoritative voice. I had barely answered when he continued, "I have reason to believe that you may have broken — and even stolen — a few hearts this evening." He was playing the character from my dreams perfectly.

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I acted shocked and started to explain that I would never.

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He spun me around in my own living room and told me to stand against the wall. With my hands on the wall, he spread my legs by tapping my foot with his, just like on TV. He started patting me down, his big hands sliding up and down my bare sides. Pretty quickly he was squeezing my tits and squeezing my ass hard over my skirt.

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He asked how much I'd had to drink and if I could consent to a cavity search. His slightly raised eyebrow suggested he wanted a serious answer. I told him I wasn't drunk (I really wasn't).

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The next question was, "Do you want me to cuff you?" A twinge of fear ran up my spine. The look on his face again suggested it wasn't rhetorical — he was asking for consent. "OK, just so you know I'm not resisting," I explained. He cuffed my wrists behind my back. I heard the clicking and felt the cold metal as they tightened. I was genuinely at the mercy of a man I'd spoken to for maybe five minutes.

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He spun me around and pushed me back against the wall while reaching under my skirt. He slid his fingers over my slimy soaked panties and looked down at me with a smirk. "Awfully wet for someone who's done nothing wrong!"

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He pushed my panties down and I let them drop to the floor. He slowly slipped a finger between my swollen lips and pressed into me. His fingers went deep in my pussy and then my ass. I feigned protest, questioning the cavity search, and again he cut me off: "I'll ask the questions." His stern authority made me throb.

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He gripped my wrist and shoulder and marched me further into the living room. He forced me to my knees on the thickest part of the carpet and unzipped. His thick cock flopped out. "Put this in your mouth and suck until I tell you to stop!" He ordered.

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I looked up at him as my lips wrapped around his cock. He was still in full uniform, his shiny badge catching the light.

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When he'd had enough of fucking my mouth, he made me kneel on the couch and bend over the back.

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I heard the distinct sound of a condom wrapper. But what pressed against my pussy was unfamiliar. Smooth, hard and cold — it was his police baton. He'd thankfully put a condom on it before pushing it in me.

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It was noticeably thicker and heavier than any dildo. It started warming up, with this rigid, unyielding firmness that felt completely different. No give at all, just serious, invasive pressure. The weight and solid authority of it stretching me made every slow thrust and twist way more intense and dominating. I was shaking and dripping as he worked several inches in and out.

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I came so hard my legs trembled.

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He took the cuffs off and marched me to my bedroom. He laid me down on my back and told me to keep my hands where he could see them. He kissed me forcefully, holding my hands above my head, and then moved down to suck my nipples.

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He flipped me face down and with one hand on the back of my neck, his belt creaking, buried his cock in me. He fucked me hard. Every thrust reminded me he knew where I lived. The way he told me what to do, with the confidence that I would obey, drove me wild.

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I came hard on his cock, clenching on him only slightly more forgiving than his baton. He finished inside me, pumping me full while he grunted and growled in my ear. I felt every throb as he emptied himself.

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We shared a cool drink in the kitchen and he left soon after.

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I was too exhausted to change and slept naked, his cum still leaking out of me.

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I told my friend Alice all about it, sent her a couple pics we'd taken and asked if she wanted a "wellness check."

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She couldn't wait to try him out so I gave her his number. A couple days later she FaceTimed me. When I answered it was him, wearing his uniform.

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“This is her one phone call,” he said with a smirk, “but she can’t talk right now.”

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He angled the phone down and there was my best friend on her knees, lips wrapped around his cock, sucking him eagerly while he held the back of her head. She looked totally lost in it, her blue eyes watery, making those wet slurping sounds. He gave me one last look and ended the call.

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To this day we joke about calling the cop on each other.

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