There is a knock at your door late at night, when you go to answer it, there’s a police officer.
Being overly cautious, you ask to see a badge before you unlock the door. He doesn’t hesitate to pull it out, “I’m sorry ma’am, but we got a noise complaint, do you mind if I come in and take a look around?”
How are you supposed to explain to the officer that the noises reported had simply just been you testing out the fat new dildo you got— one with pretty ridges and bumps. You’ve lost track of how many times you’ve stuffed yourself with it.
He walks around with a thumb in his belt, looking around, asking simple questions. Your heart stops when you realize you left that brand new toy laying right in the middle of your bed, still soaked in cum.
It’s a little too late, the pig’s found it. Picking it up by the suction cup at the bottom, he eyes your cum and laughs, holding it up. “Looks like I found the culprit, huh?”
It doesn’t matter if you object, or if you can’t find the words to respond— he’s too busy dragging a his tongue up the length of it, lapping up your cum. “Yeah,” he groans, squeezing tenting bulge in his pants, “I know exactly what you’re needing.”
He keeps the toy with him, using his weight to pin you to the ground, cuffing you, he yanks your panties off in one quick movement, grinning at the sight of your glistening pussy. He teases the tip of the toy at your entrance, and laughs when you cry out, begging him to stop.
“Stop? I haven’t even gotten started.” He breeches your hole, shoving the toy deep inside you, groaning as he listens to the wet, squishy sound. He keeps you pinned to the floor, unable to move while he fucks you relentlessly.
“Are you getting close? Fuck, your thighs are shaking— keep struggling, I’ll fuck you harder.”
When you suddenly freeze up, he yanks the toy out— replacing it with something bigger, fatter, heavier.
… when did he take his cock out?
It doesn’t matter. Not much does as he stuffs your mouth with your panties, railing your sticky cunt mercilessly. Grunting, groaning— taking like a greedy animal. Pumping into your hole relentlessly. Don’t worry— he promises he’ll go as soon as he cums. But then he starts yanking at your shirt, and sucking on your nipples, biting your chest and shoulders and neck—
Suddenly, he’s filling you up. It feels endless— hot glob after hot glob, a full two minutes of him humping your cunt, cock twitching as it releases a fat load. But he doesn’t pull out. Nor does he stop mouthing at your body…. Or humping at your hole.
“Stay still, stay still— don’t overstimulate me baby, you won’t like what I do.” Yet he stays inside, rutting his over sensitive cock inside your gummy, perfect walls. Shuddering, moaning. Taking.
He licks the tear streaks on your face, and pushes your panties deeper into your mouth. Picking his pace up from a slow grind, to full on fucking.
The blissed out look on his face almost made it seem like he wasn’t raping you. Over and over again, creaming your cunt and forcing multiple orgasms out of you. The greedy pig continued to take— spending hours on your bedroom floor with you.
By the time he pulls your panties from your mouth, he’s dumped his sixth load into you.
“Well— fuck, I can’t just leave you like this. Lets see…” his dick twitched inside you, soft and covered in his cream.
“Ah, right.” He lets himself lay over you, groaning as it starts.
It’s a warm, full feeling at first. But then it starts to drip out of you— and then it starts to flood out. He massages his lower tummy as he ruts into you, pissing. Flooding your cunt, and pushing out his loads of cum.
He took longer for him to piss, than to cum. Every now and then, the steady stream would falter as he’d get hard again, throbbing a little bit, he’d push at his tummy, and hump your cunt a little, before the stream would pick back up.
He leaves you like that, a dirty mess on the ground. Another satisfying day at work, taking care of the citizens he loves so much.
