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The security alarm at my house went off one hot summer day a couple years ago while I was out shopping. The alarm company called my daughter because they couldn't get ahold of me for some reason; and she called me just as I was heading towards my car in the supermarket parking lot. I live only a mile and a half away and I hurried home immediately.

As I was going up the long driveway to my townhouse, a young cop was driving down; and I stopped him and asked if he'd just been at #1546. He said "yes" ... the security company had called the police department; so he'd gone to check it out. He'd walked around outside, seeing no open or broken windows or open doors ... Nothing seemed out of order... He said the alarm might have been set off by thunder. The sky had been threatening rain all afternoon, but I hadn't heard any anything.

I asked, "Thunder? What thunder!" and he said there'd just been a couple huge claps of thunder in the area and one of them might have shaken a door and set the alarm off. I guess I'd been in the store at the time.

So I said, "OK ... thanks for checking things out."

And then he said, "Miss ---you're not wearing a seatbelt!"

I replied, "Well, I usually undo my seatbelt at the bottom of the driveway, once I'm off the public street."

And he said, "You're ALWAYS supposed to wear it when you're operating your vehicle!" Then he added, "You know--on second thought, I better come back up there with you to make sure no one actually got into the house."

I was a little relieved to tell the truth. As a fairly recently divorced woman in my mid-fifties, I missed having a man around to rely on for things like that. So I said, "Thanks, I'd appreciate it."

He turned around and drove back to my place and we went in. He went down to the basement and looked at the sliding door down there, then came upstairs and took a look at the sliding door to the deck off the kitchen. He said, "Here--this is it; the door wasn't latched all the way and it must have moved slightly because of the rumble of thunder and set the alarm off. But let me check upstairs just in case."

So we went upstairs and he looked around, and checked the walk-in closet --there's only one room up there--and said very casually, "By the way, you know, I could give you a ticket for not wearing your seatbelt."

I laughed and said, "Oh! no way! You wouldn't do that! ------- Would you?"

And he said, "Oh yes, I certainly would."

I looked at him in disbelief, "C'mon. Not really!"

And he said, "Oh, YES, really! Unless ... maybe you want it to go away ... you COULD make it go away."

I asked, "What do you mean?" thinking maybe he wanted money to "fix" it. I'd never done that, and I was mentally calculating how much it would be, if I were to do such a thing. Which I wouldn't. I'd rather go to court.

I was about to say so, when he said, "Well, there's a certain something you can do for me ... and I'll forget about writing you up."

I said, "What do you mean!" I was getting a little uncomfortable with all of this ... and suddenly, he undid his fly and took out his penis! It was already hard. I was so surprised, I couldn't believe what I was seeing! OhMyGod! I didn't know what to do ... I certainly didn't want a ticket; but I sure wasn't going to engage in anything sexual.

But apparently, he'd already made the decision for me. He grabbed me and started kissing me--and, scared and surprised as I was, I couldn't help a very tiny ripple of pleasure--he was a really good kisser ... and the way he kissed my ears, down my neck ... I know I should have resisted, but -- I don't know. I just couldn't seem to. I wasn't really sure WHAT to do! I admit he was turning me on just the littlest bit. It had been a while since I'd been with a man. He pulled off my tank top and then my bra as he kissed me; and once I was uncovered, he grabbed my breasts and kissed them, too. He mumbled something . . . and then he pushed me to my knees and put his hands on my head and shoved his stiff cock into my mouth, so I had to take it...It was kind of shocking to me, actually. He kept saying, "Yeah, baby ... oohh, yeah ... take it all ... oooh ... oh, YES ..." and I sucked and stroked and ran my tongue around the head like he wanted. And he told me when he was going to cum, and I sucked it all into my mouth, but didn't swallow. He let me get up then and then followed me into the bathroom, saying, "That felt so good; it felt so good." He rinsed off in the sink and then he tucked it away and said, "All right..... that was real good ... so I won't give you that ticket. And by the way, I love those big tits of yours." He ran his hands over them again as I stood there and he squeezed my nipples, hard. And then he left.

And I was like... I don't know ... I was feeling so confused ... disgusted at myself ... I don't know. I don't know ... I thought cops were supposed to be the good guys.

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After he was gone, I showered for a really, really long time, trying to get clean. I must have brushed my teeth and rinsed my mouth about eight times. I went to bed early, at about 7; but I just lay there, feeling lost and bewildered; I wanted to report the incident, but to whom? And then I'd have to go over the whole thing again? It would be my word against his . . . it scared me just to think of how that would go . . . And then I heard knocking at my door. Oh, damn. I'd forgotten. Christine. I put on my robe and went to down to open the door. It had completely slipped my mind that my neighbor had told me she might drop off a plant cutting for me this evening. But it wasn't her. It was the cop . . . not in uniform this time. OhmyGod. I was so surprised, I couldn't say anything--and he just walked right in!

He said, "That was so good what you did before; I want some more." I stared at him a moment. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. He was so young! He was about six feet tall, lean build, not bad looking, and had short brown hair, a mustache, and hazel eyes. Maybe mid-thirties, at least twenty years younger than I am.

I started to say "No"--but he just took me in his arms and started kissing me all over and feeling my tits and squeezing my nipples--and I was in a little nightshirt under a robe--so there wasn't much between me and him. And I could feel how hard he was already up against me ... He undid his jeans and let them fall on the floor ... he took off his shirt and then my robe and pulled my nightshirt over my head. He held me against his chest. I didn't resist ... I just couldn't... and then he fingered my pussy--and I was already SO wet... and so turned on ... even though I was scared of him and tried to push his probing fingers away.

And he said "Go upstairs." So I did. He followed me and told me to lie down on my bed. This time, he went down on me, pushing my legs apart, but I was so embarrassed . . . I mean, I just don't do these things . . . I mean it's embarrassing when someone who you don't even know or have a relationship with . . . puts his face, like right there where you think of it as so private. So I couldn't really like it, even though it was getting to me, his tongue oh ... but I mean, none of this was my idea, you know. I just lay there and didn't resist.

And after that, he made me suck his cock in my mouth til he nearly came; and then he told me to kneel at the edge of my bed facing way from him; and then he fucking fucked me so HARD and so deep, doggy style ... OhMyGod ... I came almost right away in spite of myself; and he did too; and he pumped me full of cum. Honest, I thought I would faint. And he lay there and held me and said he felt so good and he loved the blow job ... And then he kissed me on the cheek and he sort of dozed off for a little while, hanging on to me all the while. Then, without a word, he got up and went downstairs and put his clothes on and left. And that was it. I didn't hear from him again.

Well, that is, I didn't see him again for about seven or eight months, til the following year --- and then one unusually warm day early in the spring, mid-April, when I came home from work around four-thirty, I noticed there was an unfamiliar car in my extra parking space. As I pulled in, I looked over--- and recognized the cop. And he had someone else with him. I got a huge fright in me immediately; and I thought about just putting my car in reverse and getting the hell out of there; but by the time my brain had slowly processed that idea, he was already out of his car and behind mine. I couldn't leave without running him over. What was I supposed to DO!

I sat for a moment, trying to figure out my next move; and not coming up with anything, I slowly got out of my car as he held the door open. "Hi. Nice to see you again. You're looking good." He smiled as he greeted me, just as if we were regular friends . . . And then his companion got out of their car and walked around to the front of mine. He was a little older than the cop and a little harder looking. Neither of them wore uniforms. I was already scared. Could I say I had to run out to a doctor's appointment right away? I didn't know what to do. Meanwhile my cop "friend" had put his arm on mine and was steering me to my front door. "Keeping out of trouble?"

"Of course," I answered. "I'm just a boring old school teacher."

"Oh," he said, "Then perhaps it's about time you had a little excitement, don't you think?"

OhMyGod! He'd said it so pleasantly, that I hadn't immediately caught the explicit meaning of his words. I felt a stabbing pain of acute anxiety in my stomach . . . I couldn't think what I should do. There was no one else around in the parking lot I could appeal to.

They waited with me on my front step, as I fumbled with the keys in my hand. I unlocked the door to my house and they followed me inside. As the alarm warning went off, I briefly considered hitting the panic button--but I was WITH a cop; what good would it do! Probably make them angry. They stood there while I disabled the alarm. All I could think was, "Someone, please help me!"