A non-standard use of peacekeeping tools.

“It’s not regulation, but I think you’ll find my unorthodox use of my baton convincing,” she murmurs to you as her smooth, cold night stick pushes its way inside you. It’s thick, but you have thicker toys at home. Plus, this whole situation has got you wetter than the Amazon, so despite its considerable girth, she has no trouble feeding an inch or two of it into your hungry cunt.

“Very convincing, ma’am!” you groan out as you feel her start to slowly move it back and forth. It’s utter ****, being stretched out like this in the middle of the road at night, naked, handcuffed and pinned down. It feels so good, it actually hurts a little bit, which mixes well with the aching that thrums through your body from your wild run. “Is it okay if I swear, or would that be rude in front of an upstanding officer of the law?”

“Well, it IS considered rude …” You notice as she speaks that her breathing is also speeding up a little. As she lifts her eyes up in contemplation, you steal a quick glance and see while one, surprisingly strong arm has her club lightly pumping away at your eager pussy, her off-hand is buried in the front of her pants, clearly fingering herself to the sight of a busty, submissive Latina offering herself over her squad car. “I’d say the only people who’d swear in front of me are criminals. And criminals get some pretty rough treatment. You a criminal, Anna?”

“I don’t know,” you tell her meekly, unsure of it you want her to give it to you harder yet. Not at all, you’re mind is racing with how it would feel to cum being fucked by a police baton held by this sexy redhead, just … pacing. “It already feels like a lot, just what you’re doing right now!”

“Just getting started,” she breathily promises you, this time burying the baton deep inside you. You scream and feel her hesitate for a moment before your high-pitched cry gives way to excited panting, pushing back up towards her to tell her you’re okay. She seems to take the hint as she starts to really fuck you with the night stick, your tight cunt squeezing around it with each push it makes into you. Like you said, you DO have bigger toys than this. But you don’t have the right set-up to make any of those toys fuck you like this!

“This is standard procedure?” you ask between heavy panting, legs bending slightly as they shudder under Deputy Waites’ loving **** and the burden of exhaustion from having spent the last hour or two stalking around suburbia for thrills. “Because this hasn’t been my experience of the police so far!”

“I’m a firm believer in rehabilitation.” Her tone is increasing in pitch right along with yours. While her ramming you with that thick stick is intense, sending shocks of pleasure and lovely aches rippling through you, it’s surprising to hear she seems to be in a similar position. You grin to yourself, but don’t speak. ‘She must really like the view!’ you think confidently as you moan again, fingers clasping uselessly behind your back. “People just don’t learn the right lessons if you use **** … well, the wrong kind of ****.”

“What’s the right kind, Deputy Waites?”

“For example.” Instead of continuing, she speeds up fucking you from behind, making your eyes roll back as she gets progressively more into it.

“FUCK me, Deputy!” you scream, unable to hold back as you push your chest up against the hood of the car, trying to brace to give her more leverage if she wants to give you more. “Oops. I think I just might be a criminal after all!”

“I could tell,” she whispers to you, leaning down over you. Her baton is pushing so deep inside you that it almost hurts, but she seems to be able to tell where that barrier is and pull back just in time. You let out a **** set of wordless pleas for it harder, clit throbbing as she pumps you to the edge of climax. “From the moment I saw you, Anna, I could tell you’re a criminal little slut who needs someone like me to remind her of what’s important when she goes out without a stitch on. Do you know what you need to remember, Anna?” Despite trying to stay in-character, Deputy Waites lets out a long moan after she speaks, unable to cover up that she’s approaching orgasm right alongside you.

“To wear clothes outside my house?” you ask, too focused on your clenching pussy pulsing around her baton and the eager groans and grunts she’s making into your ear from just above you to really think out an answer.

“Oh, Anna, no,” she answers, breathing raggedly as she just barely holds off cumming to speak her mind. “The lesson is that you should make sure you call me before you do. Then if some buzzkill calls the cops …” You scream and gasp as you feel yourself starting to cum, dripping at first down your legs until the pressure builds around the rod absolutely filling you. You violently squirt around it and begin gushing down your legs soon thereafter. “… it could mean your fun’s just getting started.”

“God, yes, Deputy!” you moan out as she fucks you ravenously with her baton, orgasm after orgasm bursting down your thighs. “This is the best … community outreach … I’ve ever seen!” You lose your words soon after, the next climax too intense to even keep your eyes forward. You can vaguely hear her lovely, orgasmic moans as she joins you, imagining her professional uniform pants soaking through as she cums from abusing your tight, sexy little body with a weapon. The two of you moan and squeal in unison by the end before she stumbles back, losing her grip on her night stick, and you let out one, final, long groan as you slowly push it out of you until it lands on the dirt road with a small “thump.”

“God, that was so good!” she exclaims as she fumbles with her keys, then quickly unlocks the cuffs. You turn around, smirk for a moment at the wet spots running from her crotch and down her legs, then kiss her hard. She pushes you back on to the hood so your ass can rest on it as you two make out slowly, but intensely, guiding each other down from the frantic high of moments ago into an evened-out, enjoyable recovery. “Hey, you know I just meant to let me know so I could cover for you, not ‘you have to fuck me to not get arrested,’ right? That power play fantasy thing we just did was scorching fucking hot, but if it’s a one-time thing …”

“Uh uh,” you manage to say, kissing her forehead to try to help her calm down. You giggle, noting how much taller she is than you when your butt isn’t all the way up at top-of-hood level. “I wouldn’t have fucked you if I thought you did. And I’m definitely up for a repeat performance. Though I should probably figure out your first name.”

“It’s embarrassing.” She blushes a little when she says it, such a cute and innocent reaction from the woman who was basically beating your pussy into submission so recently. “Waites is fine.” You raise an eyebrow. “Fine, fine. It’s … Ambelina.”

“That’s a pretty name!” you chide her, smacking her gently on the shoulder. “Why’s that embarrassing?”

“It’s just a pretty weird one, too. I’d much rather be an Anna.”

“Well, you can’t BE Anna, but if it’s any consolation, you can absolutely HAVE Anna,” you taunt, hopping down off the car. “There was some talk of a ride home? You’re totally welcome to come inside, I’m just … exhausted for some reason. And would like to be back in my bed.”

“I’d love to,” she groans, “but I have night shift. Killing half an hour out here like this, doable, and extremely fun. Getting caught up as my most recent lover’s houseguest, probably falling asleep with her …” you smile at the image, “it sounds really great, but then I have to answer a bunch of not-fun questions at work.”

“Gimme your number.” As Ambelina drives you back to your house, you compose a brief, but extremely lurid text to her. It’s a bit so she won’t forget who sent it, but also because you want to see her face reading the sentence, “Maybe next time bring some more serious hardware. Love to see what kind of firepower you could fit in my tight, little ass.” You grin, then send a second text. “Unloaded, please. And no ironsights.” When you pull up to your house, you laugh when she checks her phone and you see the gorgeous redheaded deputy’s eyes bug out for a second reading your messages.

“Gun safety is important,” she recovers gracefully with a sigh, looking over at you with an amused smile. “So, I’m guessing, not a work phone?”

“And if it’s my sheriff’s department booty call number, I’m pretty sure it’s not yours, either.” She shrugs. “And thank you, for not arresting me. Working it off was A LOT more fun.” You lean over and kiss her again, deeply and hard, and you end up making out for a few minutes until a particularly sharp groan from your own mouth alerts you to the fact Ambelina probably needs to get a move on. “Sorry.”

“No, you’re not. But neither am I,” she teases with a grin. “Go on, get inside before anyone else sees that fine ass, and I have to teach you a lesson all over again.” You distinctly wiggle your hips at her when you get out of your car as you head to your door, no light on to ensure a safer return. Ambelina doesn’t pull away until you’re inside and had time to lock the door, a slight, but protective gesture you appreciate. You lean against the door and sigh contentedly. It’s not something you can do every night … but you can’t remember why you ever gave this up. You head to bed with your cats, sleeping soundly and late to start off your Saturday.