EROTICA | BDSM | FEMDOM | FIRST-TIME GAY | BISEXUAL
Officer on the Scene (Part 1)
Andy & Cora begin to experiment with BDSM, while Officers Gabe & Luca find themselves attracted to each other.
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Andy & Cora
“I can’t believe you want to do that,” Cora Thompson said. “We have a good sex life. Why would hitting me make it better? Isn’t what we do good enough?” She was staring at him. The mystery of her husband’s request still written clearly, not sure what his response was going to be. What the fuck did he want THAT for?
Andrew just grinned back, surprised at her reaction. “I don’t know. Thought it would be fun. I was watching a show about billionaires on TV. Some DA in New York needed his wife to whip him to keep his head together for big cases. Looked like he really enjoyed it, needed it even.”
He reached over to stroke her arm. “Our sex life is great, Cora. Just an idea. You have always been open to my goofy sexual ideas. Why not this one?”
“Really… you have to ask… hitting me?” she asked. “Andy, not sure I’m going to like that. You know me, a total wimp,” she giggled. “I whine when I get a paper cut, for God’s sake. How will I feel having you paddle me?”
“I’ve spanked you several times while we were making love. You liked that, didn’t you?”
“Come on, Andy. Your hand is much softer than a hard leather paddle. That would really hurt.”
“True… but that’s the whole point of it. They say the pain builds the arousal by the time the humping starts. I think I would enjoy it very much.”
“What part would you enjoy?” she said, exasperation all over her face.
“I don’t know. Just thought we could try it on each other. I don’t think I would mind it at all. You know I have a high pain tolerance. It might actually be exciting.”
Cora walked into the kitchen, shaking her head. That guy is out of his mind, she thought to herself. She came back to the kitchen door. “It’s hard for me to imagine getting all excited about somebody whipping me. I’m sorry. Seems kind of out there… but… you’re right. We have tried some fun things. Remember how much I resisted anal when we first got married? Now I really like it. Might as well try it.”
She gave him the best leering look she had. “Maybe I’ll make YOU my slave…”
His face beamed with excitement as he chased her around the kitchen island. “The only slave being made will be you!” he cried out, grabbing her arm, pulling her in for a passionate kiss. God, I love this woman, he thought to himself. How did I end up being so lucky?
She returned the kiss with equal passion. After five years of marriage, their desire for each other had barely dimmed. He pulled her top over her head, burying his face in her perky C-cup breasts while tickling her. She was now giggling while trying to get away, but not trying too hard.
Her hand went down below to find him hard and ready as she stopped fighting and pushed her yoga pants down. “Your slave needs a good humping, oh Master!” she cried out in mock submission.
He was already removing his own gym shorts, pushing her face down on the kitchen cabinet, exposing her sex to his reach. Andy moved his hand to check for moisture and found her sopping wet, then wasted no time in pushing inside.
“Slave, you are wet and ready. Maybe this turns you on more than you’re admitting,” he said, shoving himself roughly in as she gasped at his forcefulness.
“Yes, Master, take me… take me harder… use my pussy for your pleasure.”
She meant her words as humor, at first, but as each plunge went deeper, her tone changed. He pulled a hand back and slapped her ass cheek hard just as he pushed inside with all the force he could. The combination made her gasp.
Andy was giving it to her now, full hip thrusts alternating with hard slaps on each cheek. The pink imprint of his hand was becoming pronounced as her words fell off, replaced by moans of pleasure. She was pushing back against him, whimpers at each thrust, driving him higher.
“Don’t you cum until I tell you,” he barked, slapping her ass when he could as he continued his hard thrusting.
Now her whimpering was for real. She was too close, could not stop, or slow. That was the fun part. He knew she was too far gone. Any attempt to reverse the flow would just amplify the release when it came. Andy hammered into her, his own cum gurgling its way higher.
Cora cried out, grabbing the cabinet to push back harder as the climax shook her. Andy was not far behind, pushing in all the way, unloading into her sex, milking him tightly.
They both gasped for breath as she collapsed on the cabinet, his arms flying out to support himself next to her.
“You make a good slave,” he cried out in his best bellicose tone, giving her one last slap on the rear.
“Ouch…” she said, her hand rubbing the point of contact. “Don’t get carried away, buster.”
He was already pulling out of her, reaching for a paper towel, helping her up. His laughter at the fun of the quickie pulled her in with him as they hugged each other.
“You seemed to enjoy being a slave, Cora. Didn’t you notice how the slaps seemed to build the sensations while we were making it? But hurt when it was over?”
“Maybe…” She had to admit, it was going to be different, but not terrible. They had always been sexually active with each other, trying new things, experimenting. Recently, Andy had been in an experimental phase. He wanted to try everything. Many of them turned out to be a lot of fun for her as well.
Like oral sex. His interest in that had become strong in both directions. He really liked her to suck on him, and she loved it when he would eat her to a climax. She had hated giving blowjobs in her college years, but lately, she could not help but worship his cock just to hear him moan. The pleasure of feeling his cock grow hard in her mouth had become one of her favorite activities. Somewhere along the way, his pleasure had become as important as her own.
Then he added massages. Lately, his long, detailed, very erotic massages had become a staple of their lovemaking. They would smoke a joint, then he would massage her until she melted like butter underneath his loving hands. He would get on top of her, legs straddling her hips, entering from behind and just fuck her till she couldn’t hold back, groaning her release. Yes, she liked that a lot.
Thoughts of what was to come filled her. She never objected to any of these things before. They always turned out fantastic, adding excitement to their lovemaking. She came and came. What’s not to like about that?
In the end, she said yes. They both agreed it was definitely going to be different, but worth a try.
Chasing the Bad Guys
Officer Gabriel Trumbull was sprinting, feeling the rush of adrenaline and the strain of carrying his police gear. The Good Lord had simply not made his large body for sprinting!
Only moments before, he and his partner Luca were sitting in their patrol car at the corner light, ready to turn, when shots went off very close. With practiced instinct, Luca hit the lights and Gabe had the radio in his hand, announcing an Active Shooter situation, calling for an ambulance, just in case.
The sudden appearance of the shooter as he fled the store almost made them both laugh. His startled body language told them their presence was a complete surprise. Unlucky timing.
When the suspect burst out of the store, cash still visible in his hands, Gabe could see his wide-open eyes as the police car appeared out of nowhere. The kid didn’t even have time to stuff the money in his pockets. Bad luck, indeed!
It didn’t take long for him to recover. The bandit raced down the alley between the buildings, with Gabe in pursuit. His partner sped off, hoping to trap the shooter on the other side of the alley.
But this fucker was fast, much faster than Gabriel. The kid was pulling away. Just when Gabe’s lungs were screaming in protest, Luca blocked the alley, surprising the runner with the patrol car appearing in front of him.
The young man physically bounced off the car, flying into a fence, before collapsing on the alley tarmac. The cash he had taken from the shopkeeper hovered in the air for a moment, before mingling with the litter of the alley all around him.
As he stood over the kid, lying in the alley, Gabe pulled his Glock, approaching slowly in the classic two-handed stance; the kid still groaned on the ground. A gun laid near the shooter’s hand. Gabe wanted to make sure he stayed far enough away that the shooter would not surprise him.
“Police!” he yelled. “Push your gun away from your body.”
The kid moved a little, groaning, his pain obvious. Luca’s surprise barrier had banged him up.
“Push the gun away from your body. I will not ask another time.”
The kid flung it away. Gabe cautiously moved forward, kicking the piece out of reach, pulling out a heavy-duty zip tie handcuff out of his jacket. “Roll over on your stomach, hands on your back.” The kid did, though Gabe could tell it hurt to obey. He leaned in, strapped his hands together, then stepped back.
Luca was approaching on the other side. He was an enormous man, looking like a giant next to this kid on the ground.
“Shit, man,” Luca said. “That kid was fast. He almost made it out of the alley before I got there.”
Suddenly, all the adrenalin and hard running caught up to Gabe. He leaned over, hands on his knees, heaving big breaths. All that time in the weight room, he chuckled to himself, and he could barely make it a block with gear. I gotta run more.
The kid started to cry. Gabe shook his head. This was the worst part of these arrests. Everything had gone wrong for this young man. Probably didn’t even want to do it. Forced to rob the store by a gang leader or something. This kid was in for a world of hurt. Gabriel knew Aggravated Robbery with a deadly weapon was a serious crime, with a minimum sentence of 3–10 years at a violent felons’ facility. And that’s assuming he didn’t kill or maim anybody in the store.
Luca was kneeling next to the shooter, talking to him, making sure he wasn’t seriously injured. They both knew the impact of the runner and the patrol car would bring an investigation by Internal Affairs, but Gabe would back him up as the only possible action, considering the kid’s speed.
Thankfully, the shooter was more shaken than hurt. They helped him to his feet, pulling the mask off. Sweet Jesus, Gabe thought to himself, his head shaking in disgust. The kid couldn’t even be 16. They helped him into the back of the squad car, shutting the door between them.
“That was more excitement than I want in a day. What about you, Luca?” They were taking pictures of the cash strewn around the alley.
“You bet,” Luca responded, as he picked up the gun, placing it in a plastic bag. “Tough break for the kid here, having us on the scene so quickly. I wonder why he did it? You could tell this was not an experienced hold-up guy. Probably a gang-banger initiation or something.”
Gabe could only shake his head in agreement. He was on the radio with dispatch to report the incident. The ambulance siren had already made to the mouth of the alley. “Let’s get over to the store, see the status there.”
Turned out the kid was so scared he had only done damage to the refrigeration unit, not coming close to a person. Gabe hoped the judge would take that into account come sentencing. Still, he recited the phrase they had taught him at the academy, ‘If you can’t do the time, don’t do the crime!’ Young or not, this was a violent attack. He knew the kid would have to pay with years of his life.
Now that all the excitement was past, Gabriel was needing to sit down to calm his shaking hands. Not for the first time, he admired Luca’s calm and cool demeanor. His partner’s years in Afghanistan with the Army had allowed him to develop a thicker skin than Gabe. Nothing fazed him.
They drove the kid back to the station, turned him over to the sergeant for booking. Though Gabe and Luca laughed with each other, this case was pretty simple. They saw the shooter run from the store, brandishing the weapon, and he had the cash in his hands when he hit the alley fence. Not much doubt this time.
They grabbed something to eat. Luca did not seem to mind what had happened. He was more upset about the draft choices his beloved Carolina Panthers had made than the down-the-drain life of this poor kid.
Gabriel had asked him one time how he did that, stayed so distant from the chaos that he lived around day-to-day. Luca told him a couple of war stories from Wanat in Afghanistan, and Gabe understood immediately. Our idea of chaos was quite mild, given the circumstances. ‘Besides, you cannot cure stupid,’ he would frequently say. He saw it every day growing up in a rough neighborhood in Charlotte. The Army had been his escape. Gabe never had the guts to ask how Luca ended up in their Midwest city instead of back in Charlotte.
Gabriel looked around to make sure no one could see, grabbed Luca’s hand with a gentle squeeze. Luca squeezed back as their eyes met. They had been lovers for two years now.
“Thanks for helping with the car. That kid left me in the dust. I never would have caught him.”
“I keep telling you to spend less time with the weights and more with speed training.”
“Hilarious, my friend, but this six-foot body ain’t ever going to be THAT fast, no matter what I do. I’d rather look good!” It was a friendly debate they had been having for years.
Gabriel stared at his cup of coffee. He really enjoyed being a police officer, but wished there were fewer terrible days like today, where the shit-storm of so many people’s lives did not end up in their laps. He knew after many discussions that Luca thought the same thing.
First Steps
Andy had done a lot of research on bondage, BDSM, dominant/submissive. He was warming to the topic. Cora thought he had gone out of his mind.
Still, they needed to get some equipment to make it all possible. First stop was Caroline’s Emporium, the biggest sex toy shop in the region.
Caroline’s was not a small suburban lingerie shop that had beginner dildos. It was a supermarket for sex, two towns over. On the main floor, Caroline’s had a full line of lingerie, something to serve everyone from suburban housewives wanting to add a little spice to stripper garb for the working professional. It also had everything from strap-ons to large dildos for more specialized markets.
Downstairs was where the real action took place for Andy and Cora. You had to go to the very back of the store, where a small circular staircase took you into a BDSM wonderland of cuffs, whips, floggers, clamps, and associated bondage clothing.
Andy and Cora walked around the assortment of dildos and lingerie. Interesting stuff, they both thought, but not what they were looking for at the moment. They wanted something harder core, leading them to the circular stairway in the back.
Here, they emerged into a dimly lit space with spotlights on the retail shelves for various products. They had come with a shopping list. First, they needed restraints. That meant leather cuffs and a harness to fasten them to the bed. They were not disappointed. Caroline’s had it all.
They bought leather cuffs that could fit them both, designed not to leave marks from bruising the skin. They had buckles on the outside with two-ended eyebolt snaps for attaching the limbs. The leather bed restraint kit would fasten to the bed frame and hold the submissive firmly to the bed through the cuffs. They also bought blindfolds in case they wanted to have some surprise fun. All of those were cheap.
The cost started adding up when they went looking for tools for the application of sexual pain. First, they bought something for nipple/ball torture. This included clamps, plus chains to hook them all together.
Then they went looking for striking instruments. An oval-shaped leather paddle with soft velvet on one side, hard leather on the other, caught their attention. Then a flogger made of thin plastic strands with small beads along each strand. The retail clerk spoke highly of it, saying it gave a delicious sting that spread across the skin. Cora held up a long leather cane that looked like it would really hurt, swishing it through the air. And finally, a riding crop. This was a shorter version of the leather cane with a small leather cap covering the end.
The clerk was an interesting fellow, obviously into the subject. He could tell they were new to the BDSM world and made some suggestions. He recommended we save some money on all this high-priced shit and head for regular retail stores. Sporting goods for a 10-inch paddleball paddle. Lumber yard for some thin dowel rods (‘leaves broad, red stripes on the skin,’ he gleefully confided). A kitchen goods store for some wooden spoons and steel spatulas. All these, he assured us, would leave great patterns on the skin, and hurt like hell.
Cora was getting nervous by this time. She was not sure she would want this much pain, no matter how strongly she had committed to the experiment. Her mother had spanked her when she was a kid. She didn’t remember that fondly. She suddenly got quiet, wondering, did his own mother spank him?
That very thought was funny. Andy’s mom was such a sweetheart of a lady. Cora could not imagine her whipping Andy, even raising her voice in anger. I’m sure she did. Andy was a rambunctious kid, always in trouble. Any kid with a curious mind like him, Cora knew, would be in trouble a lot. She always laughed at the stories. But his mother whipping him for those indiscretions? Not a chance!
Still, as she picked up the riding crop, she thought, why not try it? Andy had never disappointed her before with all his experiments. Why not this one? She chuckled to herself. You never know, you might like it! Or even more interesting, he might like it as well.
In particular, she wondered what Andy would think about being on the receiving end. His body trapped in a full X-position on the bed, blindfolded, waiting for her to move. She would stand at the end with a big leather rod in her hand. She dreamed of whipping him as his moans filled her…
This deep revelation startled her as she swished practice swings through the air. She was going to enjoy doing this very much. While she was watching him go through all the options, she wondered who this experiment was for… him, or both of them. She would need to think about this some more.
They had only been married for five years. They graduated from college and were now heavy into their careers: he as a banker, she as an analyst at a mutual fund complex. The future was looking bright for them both.
They met in their early 20s at a friend’s party. It was deep love at first sight. They got married, had a great honeymoon at a Sandals resort, then settled into married life.
After trying the feel of a few more striking rods and floggers as she swung them in the air, Cora was sure it was going to be fun trying.
Continued in Part 2…
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