FORCED ENTRY

With a wave of his hand, Wayne dismissed the whore who had knocked on the passenger side window. He did not want a woman who would give in so easily or who would try to steal his wallet. He looked at his watch, then pulled out of the parking space; Wayne decided to go to Wolfy's for a beer then head on home. He drained the mug in one swallow, "Another." Wayne looked around the crowded bar, "Pathetic." he thought as he watched one woman after another throwing herself at whichever man showed interest. That's when he noticed her. She seemed out of place in here.

Denise ran a finger around the rim of her glass, waiting patiently for her date to return from the men’s room. She would tell him she was not feeling well, it seemed a good enough excuse, since the sight of him turned her stomach. Denise could not believe she had been so lonely as to accept a date with this Don Johnson wannabe. His eyes followed her as she headed for the door. Draining the last of his beer, Wayne tossed five dollars on the bar and followed her.

He parked just up the street from where she had stopped, and noted which house she entered. Looking up and down the street, he walked to the house, went around the back, and peered through the crack in the curtains. She was perfect, petite with firm round breasts, her hair fell to her waist. His eyes trailed down her backside to a perfectly rounded ass. Wayne could feel the heat in his groin he had to have her and he would have her, but not tonight. Denise, unaware she was being watched, crawled between the covers, turned out the light and went to sleep. Her only desire was to forget about the disastrous date. Wayne watched her for a long while after the light was turned out. A plan already forming in his mind. He would watch her place for a couple of days, follow her around, and get a general idea of her daily routine.

Checking his watch again, he decided to call it a night. The strobes in the rearview brought him back to reality. He had been so preoccupied with his plan that he had blown through a red light. Wayne got out and leaned against his car. "Oh, its you," the ticket book snapped shut, "I didn't recognize your car." The two cops talked until dawn. By the time Wayne pulled into the driveway it was almost 7AM. He needed to get some sleep before his shift.

Tonight he could take his time, she was out of town for a few days, and he intended to take full advantage of it. Wayne laughed as the beam from his flashlight played over a bookcase, numerous romance books lined the shelves on one wall. Text books, notebooks, cds, and dvds were at home on another wall. The coffee table held back issues of Women’s magazines, and some junk mail. Wayne continued down the hall and entered a room on the left. This room was not as neatly kept as the rest of the house, file cabinets overflowed onto the floor. He poked through some stacks of papers. "Smart woman," he read on, "started her own business." He found letters from, he assumed, old boyfriends, among other papers. Wayne turned his attention to the computer, "Let's see what you have on here." The room was bathed in a dim blue glow. He opened the history file, scanned the list of sites then clicked on one that caught his interest. Wayne just about fell out of the chair, on the screen were photos of dildos and vibrators and a scantily clad woman, the text bubble above her reading: "Every woman should have one of these, it definitely takes care of you!" and she held a smaller version of the dildo that dominated the screen; "So there is more to her than meets the eye." He checked a couple of other web sites, nothing much of interest there. Shutting the computer off, he continued on to the bedroom. This was Wayne's favorite room.

She had great taste when it came to decorating this room. The bed, with its massive wrought iron frame stood against one wall. Nightstands on either side held small lamps, a phone, and other miscellaneous stuff. He sat on the edge of the bed and traced the ironwork on the headboard. Thoughts of handcuffing her to it started heat snaking through him. He pulled open a drawer on the nightstand, this time he did fall over laughing. "Now why haven't I seen her using this?" The dildo he had seen on the website rested in the drawer next to some body oils and lubricants. "She'll forget all about this when I finish with her." He shut the drawer.

The sound of his portable startled him. Wayne let the dispatcher know that he was on his way to the scene. He would have to ask to be reassigned to patrol that district, it was just too risky to keep making trips to her neighborhood. Thankfully, the call he was sent to was only a few minutes away. That morning, before he left the station, Wayne filled out his request for change of patrol area and to change his current shift to afternoons. He knew before the ink dried, that his request would be approved without question. The phone woke him from an almost sound sleep. "Ok stud, you wanted afternoons, you got it. Dietrich reported off, so you get to take his place. See ya at 2." The line went silent. Wayne dressed in sweats and a t-shirt, then headed for the door. "Two my ass, you'll see me in a few minutes you son of a bitch." he muttered.

Wayne said nothing to anyone as he headed straight for the office. "You know I hate it when you do that shit," his face becoming red with anger, "What happened to your transfer?" The chair swiveled to face him and he glared at his ex-wife. She had intended to make him miserable until her transfer came through and she was doing a fine job of it. "What’s the matter Wayne, Sunday afternoons don't work well for you?" she was serious and the look on her face was enough to kill, if that was possible. "You cunt! It has nothing to do with what day of the week it is, but it has everything to do with you still trying to order me around like a fucking dog." He slammed a hand on the desk. "These games of yours are getting ridiculous, and if you don't knock it off I'll..." Wayne was cut off. Kathy stood and looked him in the eye. "You'll what?" she wasn't backing down and he knew it. "Report me to the chief? Hmmm...let's see, I doubt he would believe you. You of all people should know how well a perfectly timed blowjob will affect a man. Now get the hell out of my office!"

Denise would be arriving in town around 2:30 and he intended to enjoy his last graveyard shift. Still wound up from her trip, Denise went out for a walk, hoping it would help her wind down so she could sleep. The light breeze, and quiet of her street did help her settle down a bit. she was starting across the street when the cruiser pulled along side of her. "Evenin miss," Wayne couldn't believe his luck, why did he have to have a rookie with him. "Little late for you to be out walking alone isn't it?" Denise laughed, "Let me guess, you think I'm about 16 or 17 right?" The two cops laughed. "Well I don't have any id on me, but I can assure you I am over 21." They all laughed, "Alright, I'll believe you, this time. Be careful." Wayne and Toby pulled away. "Oh man, she was fine!" Toby practically strained his neck turning back to watch her. "That one is off limits." Wayne sounded more threatening than intended.

"Do you know her?" Toby asked. "I don't know her well, but I intend to." A grin crossed his face. They circled the block, and stopped by her house. "You again?" Denise smiled. "I'll be fine, I live right here." She smiled again. Still not ready to sleep, not to mention finding the two men attractive, "Would you like a cup of coffee?" Wayne did not have to be asked twice, he shut the car off, and smiled at Toby. "Lets go." They followed her inside. Things were definitely looking up for Wayne. Denise could not believe the size of these two. She knew they had to be over six feet tall, and doubted a tank could budge them should a stubbornness overtake them. "Please, sit."

"That's ok, we can't stay long." Toby smiled, she was tiny, couldn't be taller than five feet. Wayne slugged Toby. "Christ! What'd ya do that for?" He rubbed his arm. "Look, we are public servants, and we need to be nice to the public we serve." An hour later, the three were still laughing and talking when the fun was disturbed by the radio. Denise looked at the time, almost 4AM. "Well Denise, thanks for the coffee." Wayne stood and smiled, "But duty calls." Denise watched out the window as the cruiser went out of sight. Her dreams would be filled with visions of the Adonis that had just left. She was left with a desire to know more about him; was he married or seeing anyone? She began to form her own plans as to how she would get to run into him again.

Over the next two weeks, Denise and Wayne became somewhat of an item, and she was beginning to wonder if he even liked her at all. Wayne had not tried to lay a hand on her, other than a light kiss at the end of an evening together. The hour was late, and she knew he had to work in the morning, but she didn't care; she needed answers and intended to get them. He picked up on the fifth ring. "What?" he practically growled into the phone. "Its me, we need to talk, now." At the sound of her voice, Wayne sat propped against the wall. "Denise, its after three in the morning. What is so important that it can't wait until tomorrow?" He fumbled for a cigarette and lighter. Drawing on the cigarette, he waited. "Ok, we've been seeing each other, or whatever you want to call it, for the last two weeks and you haven't even tried to fuck me yet. What gives?" That was enough to clear the fog from his mind. "What are you talking about?"

"You know goddamn good an well what I'm talking about. You come over here dressed all in black, smelling so good and we chat like old friends, but you have not given any indication that you find me attractive enough to sleep with. I am tired of this, if I don't get fucked soon, you can consider yourself single again. Or is that what you want?" The hurt in her voice was evident, no matter how hard she tried she couldn't hide it from him. She could not believe she was letting him affect her this way. "We'll talk later." Wayne said good night then hung up. Denise gave in to the urge to cry. She hated feeling this way. Wayne would let her stew for a while, she had no idea the can of worms she had just opened, but she would love it, he was sure of it. His next night off would be one she would not soon forget.

Wayne put a few things into his bag and secured it to his bike. The night was too nice to be stuck in a car, and a bike could be easily hidden. He had seen the wanting in her eyes, knew that she wanted him, and he intended to give her just what she wanted in only a style he could provide. When he reached her block, he turned off the bike and pushed it to her house. When he reached the front of her car, he dropped the kickstand, grabbed his bag, and headed around the back. No lights were on she must be asleep. Good. This was working out better than he had planned. Wayne knew just where to step to avoid creaking boards and furniture. The last thing he wanted was to awaken her before he was ready. He cracked the door to her room, she looked like an angel. Hair falling off to one side of the pillow, the moonlight barely illuminating her features. He grew harder with anticipation. Wayne pulled the ball-cap low on his brow, he wanted to surprise her.

The clicking of the cuffs seemed ear shattering so he stopped for a moment to see if she would stir. Nothing. He continued with the other cuff. The shackles, he decided, would need warmed up a bit. Soon he had her fixed to the bed, and it was time to awaken his sleeping beauty. Lightly, a gloved hand caressed her cheek until she stirred. Her eyes wide, his hand covered her mouth before she could scream. That would be bad, his fantasy would be shattered if she got the scream out. Shaking his head no, and placing a finger against her lips, he looked into her eyes. They went to the badge, and the fear that had been there was replaced by, by what, he did not know, lust, desire. She relaxed and was willing to play along with this little game.

He smiled to himself. Tossing back the covers, he exposed her naked flesh to his hungry gaze, Wayne was beginning to doubt he would be able to carry this out, she was too damned gorgeous to play with for long. He trailed a gloved finger down her body, stopping to tease the hardening little nub that was swollen with desire. Denise was no longer afraid of the unknown intruder. She saw a badge and realized that this is what she had fantasized about. She was going to have sex with a cop and if he wanted to play bad guy that was fine with her. She had been celibate for far to long, and was sure that at any moment she was going to scream out in pleasure. Her neighbors, any one of them, would probably call the police to report the scream, and this cop would be in deep shit. Denise began to bite the inside of her cheek to keep quiet. Then an added thought, "Hmmm I never fantasized about shackles." she laughed to herself, "I'm liking this." Her hips raised and moved, trying to get the release she was seeking. Each time she moved, he would put a hand on her belly and hold her still. Wayne just shook his head and did all he could to keep from laughing. He removed a blindfold from his bag and tied it around her head. Her breathing and quiet moans told him that he was pushing all of the right buttons.

Moving lower, his tongue slipped into her. He pressed his tongue hard against the flesh of her very wet cunt. He flicked at her clit with the tip of his tongue, inserted two fingers into her, and did not stop her from trying to fuck his face. He moved away from her and watched, her breasts heaving with each breath. She was starting to squirm, Wayne covered his mouth to stifle his laughter.

"Argh!" Denise was frustrated. "Goddamn you, that's not even funny!" She strained against the cuffs and shackles, "If you're going to fuck me, do it now! This is so unfair and so like a man!" Mentally she kicked herself for having such a fantasy. At first it was very pleasurable, but not once, in her fantasy did the man stop before she came. Wayne teased her, running a finger over each sensitive part of her, which, fortunately for him, was her entire body since he had caused every nerve ending to be on red alert. He touched an erect nipple, and she tried to squirm away from him. He touched her ribs, not sure if she was ticklish or on fire there too, she tried to get away again. "That's it!" yelled a little louder than she intended. "Either you get me off or get the hell out." The fight, replaced by embarrassment left her when she heard her nightstand drawer open.

Wayne trailed the dildo over her stomach and down to her cunt. He found a bottle of lubricant, oiled up the dong; he was glad no one else was seeing this; and slid it into her. "WAIT!" Denise was mortified that he had found her toys. "You can't..." her words were replaced by soft moans. Ok, she thought, so it isn't his "tool" but at least I can get off. Wayne slid the dong into her and left it there. Turning to his bag, he took out a set of nipple clamps and put them on her. Had she not been bound to the bed, she surely would have went through the roof. Denise had never imagined that clamps would feel so wonderful. Wayne developed a rhythm that she came to enjoy, he'd slide the dong in and tug on the chain between the clamps, as he removed the dong he would let the chain slack. Bored with the dong, Wayne tossed it aside. He produced a PR24 from his bag and traced the outline of her body with it. This, he did not warm up. Wayne delighted in seeing the goose flesh that formed in the baton's wake. He lit a candle that he had brought with and dripped the wax onto her erect nipples, breasts, and stomach. The wax added intensity to her already alert senses. She still wished for release, as her desire to grab this cop and suck his cock was becoming too much to bare. There was no doubt, she did not care who he was, she wanted him and she wanted him now.

Switching tactics, she began to beg him to fuck her or at least make her cum. “Please, just one orgasm and then you can go back to playing with me." She twisted every direction, but it was useless. "Ok, I'll make a deal with you." She had to try something, anything, she was ready to explode. "I'll suck your cock until you blow if you promise to get me off." Her answer, the PR24 nudged her lips. Hell she wasn't picky, her mouth opened and she took as much of it as possible. Wayne almost came in his pants, she was deep throating the baton. Was she a porn star in a past life? While he worked the baton with one hand, his other hand rubbed hard against his crotch. What had he gotten himself into with her? Denise seemed to be the woman he had waited a lifetime for. Hell, his ex-wife never sucked him or anything like Denise was doing.

Not able to stand it any longer, he replaced the baton with his cock. He let out a growl that sent shivers down Denise's spine. Her mouth was heaven, warm and wet, and hungry. He worked the baton in and out of her wet cunt, Denise felt as if two cocks were invading her instead of one and a baton. She decided she did not want to know who this cop was, because if it were not Wayne, how would she be able to face him. Wayne had reached the end of his limit. He tossed the baton aside, got on the bed between her legs, and drove his cock home again and again. He kissed her roughly, then tenderly and deeply, stealing the moans before they could escape. They came together in one explosive orgasm. He removed the cuffs and shackles, and let her curl into him before she removed the blindfold. She looked up, kissed him, then ...WHACK! on the exposed flesh of his arm. "You asshole!' she should have guessed right off that it was Wayne. "That wasn't the least bit funny."

He laughed. "Not funny, but enjoyable, after all, I didn't hear anything but begging coming from those sweet lips of yours." He held out a pack of cigarettes. "Want one?"

"Wayne, shut up, just shut the fuck up!" Denise tried to sound and act tough, but was failing miserably under the circumstances. She snatched one of the cigarettes, and glared at him. "And you no doubt expect me to love you and beg you for more huh?" She released the puff of smoke. "Love you, yes. Beg you?" she smacked him again, "NEVER AGAIN!"

"That was downright dirty and all you had to do was tell me, instead of hang up on me, that you were going to come over and tie me up and do all kinds of pleasing things to me." His deep laughter filled the room. "Denise, sweetheart, you should have seen yourself." Wayne moved out of reach, the spot she smacked was becoming red and sore. "Oh wait a minute, you can see yourself." The look on her face sent laughter running through him again. "What is that supposed to mean?" She covered herself with the sheet. "Answer me or else."

"Or else what?" She would not win this one. "What I mean is this." He clicked on the TV, and then hit play. And the whole scene that had just been played out in life, was now playing again on the screen. "OH MY GOD!" The red returned to her face and body full force. "YOU'RE NOT GETTING OUT OF HERE WITH THAT TAPE!" Denise leapt off of the bed, and chased Wayne through the house, yelling at him. His laughter echoed in the darkness. Exhausted from both the lovemaking, and the chase, they collapsed on the living room floor. Wayne on top, and Denise telling him stop. "You know something squirt?" His blue eyes held a fire that had not been there in years. "I love you, and never want to be apart from you." He kissed her, and rolled off to the side.

"By the way," she questioned. "There are a few things I want to know." He smacked her bottom. "Not tonight, lets get some sleep, I have to work tomorrow."

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