The roads are nearly empty, it is late and my mind is elsewhere. My boyfriend is waiting for me and I don’t intend to keep him waiting long. I’m not wearing much, I dressed swiftly… provocatively… but at this late hour, no one else will know. I zone out, cursing the five-inch heels on my feet that are making driving much more difficult than it needs to be.
My gaze wanders to the odometer, which reads 103 MPH. Shit! How long have I been speeding like that?
Just as the thought crosses my mind, I glimpse the police car nestled between the trees, just waiting to clock someone for speeding. I slam my brakes, knowing I’m probably the only person that has passed him in at least an hour, and he’s going to jump at the opportunity to pull me over.
I try to fight the tears. My license is clean! No points, no record at all. I have never been pulled over before. It wasn’t even eight months ago that I passed the road test.
As expected, he quickly pulls out behind me, flashing red-and-blue lights filling my vision. I slow down, pull over, and put the car in park. Trying and failing to blink away the tears, I dig in my purse for my ID.
Minutes pass, and my heart is pounding. I flip the car’s visor mirror open to see my reddening eyes rimmed with mascara-stained tears. Slamming it shut, I huff and run a hand through my long, dark hair. As if there’s a point in trying to fix my makeup - if this officer decides to be harsh with me, I’m just going to cry more anyway.
A knock on my window startles me out of my self-pitying thoughts. I roll it down, blinking at the cop. He’s about six feet tall, average build, late forties, dark hair.
“Hi,” he states. “Do you know how fast you were going?”
Should I lie…? Maybe if I say no, he’ll believe it was just an accident and let me go.
He sighs, frustrated. “I caught you on the laser going 103. The speed limit is 70.”
He asks for my documents, and I provide them with a trembling hand. He eyes me strangely, and I shrink into my seat as he stalks back to his car. I hate to admit that he’s kind of hot. I feel a rush of embarrassment that in the midst of getting pulled over, I’m fawning over the officer’s appearance.
I jump, and he hands me my ID and registration.
“So, we’ve got a ticket for going 33 miles over the limit, which is also a reckless driving ticket. You’re lookin’ at a hell of a lot of fines… and a suspension of your license.”
“No, no, no,” my voice cracks as the tears start flowing, “Please, officer, I have a clean record, I’ve just finished college, I can’t afford the fines or to lose my license! I just got my license. How will I get to class? How could I even afford class after that?”
“Don’t start the waterworks with me, little girl. No one forced you to speed, let alone speed thirty-three miles over. Maybe taking the bus for a bit will teach you a lesson about driving recklessly,” he snapped.
Embarrassingly, his harsh, authoritative tone affects me instantly between my legs. Panic clouds my ability to reason, and I resolve that begging is the only chance I have at keeping my license.
“Please. I’ll do anything. I will never be able to afford the fines, I only make minimum wage and I can barely make my rent as is. Please, I- I swear I will never speed again,” I stutter shakily through my tears.
He observes me for a moment, much to my humiliation. What a stereotypical 21-year-old college girl, trying to cry her way out of a ticket. I swear I notice the ghost of a smirk on his face. Is this fucker amused by me crying?
“Judging by the extent of your recklessness, I can’t be sure that you aren’t under the influence of drugs. I’m going to need to search you. Please step out of the vehicle.”
Drugs?! My face drains of all colour. I feel like a criminal, being searched by a police officer. I hear my heartbeat thrumming violently in my ears as I smooth my short black dress over my thighs. Taking a shaky deep breath, I step out of my car.
“I - uh… w-where do you want me?” I ask, holding my hands up in compliance.
Not bothering to respond, he grips my shoulder and turns me around, places his hand on the center of my back, and pushes me forward so that I am bent forward over my hood.
“Hands on the car, Rachel. Anything on you that I should know about?”
I self-consciously worry about my dress riding up as I place my hands on the hood, but I’m too scared to change my position or make him angrier. Just do what he says, make him happy, and he will let you go, I feebly try to reassure myself.
I stiffen as he pats my sides down, uselessly, since I’m only wearing a tight, short black dress with thin straps and a low neckline. Hard to hide anything under an outfit like that. His hands linger over my ass, and finally, the light bulb goes off in my head. No way. I’m not whoring myself out to get out of a speeding ticket.
Anxiety rushes through me, realising both of our cars are switched off, and we’re pulled over on the side of a dark, secluded highway. He could say or do whatever he wants - passing cars, if there were any, wouldn’t be able to see us.
“Um, officer,” I try to sound as assertive as possible, “I don’t think—”
“If you speak one more word without being asked, I will handcuff you and take you to jail for resisting arrest.”
My heart pounds. I shut my mouth, as it seems to be the best option.
His hands feel large and strong as he squeezes my ass, hooking his fingers ever-so-slightly under the skirt of my dress. I press my thighs together, knowing he can grope me whichever way he pleases and there’s no one around to see. A burst of fear, and something else, blooms deep in my stomach.
“Legs apart, young lady,” he orders as he pats my hips.
I cannot help rolling my eyes, but I follow the command.
I can practically hear the smirk dripping from his voice. Fucking creep! The tears return as the reality of the situation dawns on me. I’m completely powerless. I try to assess my odds at escaping from the situation, whether I have a solid chance at fighting him.
“You said you’d do anything, Rachel?” he says quietly but firmly, trailing his fingers up my skirt, discovering my lack of panties. I curse myself, feeling my pussy dampening due to his masculine touch.
“Pleade… Don’t touch me!” I cry, humiliated, overtaken by vulnerability. I whip around on him, trying to catch his jaw with my fist. He blocks my fist and grips my wrist, stopping me in my tracks. His cold, dark eyes bore into mine, and I blush immediately. He definitely notices, and it seems that I am entertaining him.
“I wasn’t going to do this, but since you can’t just be a good little girl, I guess I have to,” he states, emphasising good little slut mockingly. He removes a set of handcuffs from his belt and turns me around to bend me over the car completely.
He cuffs both wrists behind my back within a minute. Having effectively ruined my one shot at escape, I continue to cry, half terrified and half humiliated that he will see my soaked panties and know why they’re so wet.
“Don’t you dare move,” he warns.
I feel the cool breeze across my skin as he slowly inches my skirt up over my ass, grazing his fingers over puffy labia. Aching desire pools in my stomach, and I feel like such a dirty girl.
He gently palms over my pussy, and I have to suppress a moan. He slips his other hand up my shirt, tweaking my nipple that I haven’t realised was aching to be touched. Without warning, he slips two fingers inside my pussy, making a wet sound that simultaneously fills my entire body with shame and hot desire. He stills with his fingers inside me.
“I’m not a monster, and I would never take a woman without her consent, so I’ll give you a choice, Rachel. You can go, but you will still deal with the legal consequences of your reckless driving. Or, you can please me, let me fuck you, and I can consider this a small mistake, letting you go with a warning,” he says firmly, driving his fingers inside me again as he finishes his speech.
“No, please don’t,” I beg instinctively.
I feel so needy. My nipples are aching. I don’t want to feel like a whore! But he’s hot, and I need something inside me so bad it hurts, and I can’t afford the ticket.
“You’re soaking wet for me, little Rachel. A girl who looks like this on a Friday night is obviously looking for cock. But if you’re sure, I will go and write the ticket.”
“No! Wait. I— I can’t afford that…” My whimper is muffled against the hood of the car.
“Then tell me what you want, Rachel.” He thrusts his fingers inside me again, flicking them against my G-spot.
“Do what? You already said no, but you can beg nicely, and maybe I’ll fuck you and let you go.”
My pussy throbs and wetness starts to drip between my thighs. He’s going to make me beg? Humiliate me even more? I’m already bent over my own car!
“Please fuck me, sir. Please, I want you to take me, officer.”
“Good fucking girl,” he says quietly as he coaxes my panties down, cool air washing over my hot cunt.
The cold metal handcuffs cut into my wrists painfully. He fists his hand in my hair, yanking my head back, forcing me to arch my back for him.
I feel his cock prodding at my entrance, and I can already tell he is larger than anyone I’ve been with before. Without warning, he plunges inside of me, stopping when his hips press against my ass. He allows me only a moment to adjust to the almost-painful stretching sensation before pulling all the way out and repeating.
This time, I can’t suppress a desperate moan. It feels so shameful, to be trading my body to get out of a traffic violation. He fills me so completely, fucking into me roughly. I feel my pussy muscles contracting around him tightly, and wetness dripping down my legs.
“How many other cops have you let use this sweet little cunt? I can only assume you’ve gotten out of a dozen other tickets with a tight pussy like this, kitten,” he growls as he tightens his grip on my hair.
Wave after wave of pleasure falls over me as he takes me, hard and fast. His slick fingers, coated with my arousal, circle my clit relentlessly as I whimper on the hood of my car, handcuffed and bent over for his pleasure, jerking forward with every hard thrust. I can’t help my moans.
“Aw, is this little slut actually enjoying this? Enjoying having her tight little cunt taken by a stranger? What’s exciting you, Rachel, the handcuffs? Or is it fucking someone you don’t know that gets you this soaked? You love to feel a stranger’s hands run all over you, using you for their pleasure, don’t you, whore?”
I jump suddenly as he removes his fingers from my clit and prods at my ass. I try to squirm away, but the handcuffs combined with his punishing grip on my hair force me to stay in place.
“Aww,” he laughs softly, mockingly, “Never had anyone touch the back door before, huh, baby? Maybe I should be your first time, just so you don’t forget our time together too quickly.”
I clench up around him in terror and reluctance, but I know he feels the extra rush of wetness at the idea of such a dirty act.
“No, no! Please, officer, it’s going to hurt and I’ve never —”
He cuts me off, taking my breath away, as he slides a soaked finger into my asshole. I whimper in pain, the burning sensation in my asshole only tolerable due to the relentless pleasure of his cock pounding into my pussy. Tears are streaming down my face, but I’m not sure if they’re due to pain, pleasure or humiliation.
I feel my climax building inside me as he slides his finger in and out in rhythm with his cock. To feel him use each of my holes as he pleases, clearly knowing and enjoying the fact that I’m torn between crippling shame and incredible pleasure, sends me closer to my orgasm.
“I want you to cum for me, kitten. I want you to remember how good I made you feel, so you can feel even more embarrassed when you remember this. You should be ashamed of yourself, moaning and arching like a whore while some cop uses you as his pretty little fuck toy.”
With his words, he slides another finger into my asshole, stretching me as I cry out. The unexpected pain and dirty words push me over the edge of my orgasm, and I forget my shame and fear for just a moment as I shudder through the waves of electric pleasure. I don’t hold the whimpers and moans back, and I feel him cum copious amounts of hot semen inside of me.
Coming down from my orgasm, I start to chastise myself. How could I do something so slutty just to get out of a traffic violation ticket? He could easily say that I was the one who bribed him with sexual favors… he could just give me the ticket anyways. Cold anxiety clouds my mind as I realize he is not taking the handcuffs off.
He pulls down and grabs my arms, pulling me off the car.
“W-why aren’t you taking the handcuffs off?”
I look up at his eyes for the first time in a while, and see cold amusement that sends a chill down my spine. He grips my arm, and just about drags me to the back seat of the cop car.
“No, wait! Wait! What are you doing? We had a—” I start babbling, panicking again.
“Rachel, I’m taking you to jail for reckless driving and resisting arrest. Maybe you’ll think before going thirty-three miles over and swinging on a police officer again.” He smirks at me, pushes me into the back seat, and whispers, “The other cops are going to have so much fun with you.”
How is this happening to me? My phone is in the car, my boyfriend was expecting me. My forehead rests against the cool wooden table in the dim, gray interrogation room. Not even fifteen minutes ago, the officer dragged me by my arm through a back entrance of the station, re-cuffed my hands in front of me, and ordered me to sit in here. At least he let me use the restroom and clean up after the events of the last few hours. He didn’t say if he would be back any time soon.
As much as I hate to admit it, every time I start to remember being bent over my car less than an hour ago, it sends a rush of warmth straight to my pussy. It also sends a wave of shame over me, because the cop obviously took advantage of me, and I… liked it. Well, got off on it. Does that mean I liked it? What the hell is wrong with me?
The door clicks, and I jump, bracing myself for the humiliation of having to look him in the eye again. I silently try to prepare myself for asking the cop to just let me pay the fines and leave.
But when the door opens, it’s not him.
The man who walks through the door is older - probably mid-to-late fifties, and much taller, around six-foot-three. He’s stockier than the other cop, but as he walks closer, I can see through his nicely-pressed gray button-up that he’s quite muscular. His hair is mostly gray, with some wisps of darkness still poking through. His jaw is shadowed with stubble.
He pulls one of two chairs out from the other side of the table and sits, setting a small black recorder on the smooth surface. I don’t have the courage to look him in the eye, so I train my eyes on my handcuffs and shift uncomfortably in the hard metal chair.
“Rachel?” he asks, his voice a deep rumble.
“Yes,” I confirm quietly.
“Alright Rachel, I’m Officer Wang. I’ve got a few questions to ask you.”
I hate myself for thinking his voice is sexy. This man is at least a good thirty years older than me. I roll my eyes and huff, frustrated that he has any questions at all. It’s not like this is some high-profile case in need of heavy investigation. It’s not like the other cop admitted that he fucked me, because that would implicate him as well, right?
“I don’t know why you need to ask questions. I was driving too fast. I’m sure you catch plenty of girls in their twenties for driving recklessly,” I snap.
When I look up at him, he almost looks amused. He takes a breath and folds his hands on the table, leaning his elbows on the edge. I take in his thick, muscular forearms framed by his neatly rolled sleeves.
“I think we both know that my questions have nothing to do with your driving, but I think you need to hear this,” he raises his voice, his tone icy, “You can fucking kill someone driving like that, Rachel. You could kill yourself, instantly, driving like that. Do you understand me? I don’t know if you live with your parents, or a boyfriend, or whatever, but you deserve to be put over someone’s knee for endangering yourself and others that way.”
Over someone’s knee?! My hands start to tremble as I realize how much bigger he is than me, and how much scarier he is than the other cop. His authoritative tone, those green eyes boring into mine. I want to think that I don’t need to be afraid of a police officer, that they can’t just do whatever they want or harm me, but only other experience with a cop proves that I have plenty to be afraid of. This thought process just makes me realise that he can do whatever he pleases with me, just like the last guy, and I press my thighs together.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, thoroughly reprimanded.
“Now, onto the questions,” he continues calmly as if he didn’t just raise his voice at me, “Officer Johnson has informed me that you were arrested for driving recklessly, resisting arrest by attempting to punch him, and attempting to bribe him with sexual favors. Are these things true?”
Attempting to bribe him! A rush of shock and anxiety hits me straight in my chest, and I feel tears welling in my eyes.
“No! I did not bribe him!” I squeak, “He forced me to… he -”
“Rachel, because I want to be nice, I’m going to suggest that you don’t lie to me, because it is just going to worsen the situation for you. You asked Officer Johnson to have sex with you,” he says slowly, authoritatively. “And here is how I know that.”
He reaches toward the recorder, and presses a button on it. We are silent for a moment as I notice his hands are big and strong-looking, and he has a very nice silver watch on his left wrist, along with a wedding band on his finger.
Suddenly from the recorder, I hear a shrill-sounding female voice moaning the words, “please fuck me, sir. Please, I want you to take me, officer.”
My heart drops immediately as I realise those are my desperate words, not even a few hours ago. Caught on recording. Making it sound like I was begging Officer Johnson to fuck me. The tears are flowing again, which probably makes me look guilty, but I can’t help it.
“You understand this looks bad for you, Rachel?” Officer Wang says evenly, but the ghost of a smirk is playing at his face.
“He made me say that! He was the one who offered that deal to me. Listen to the rest of the recording. Why the hell would I ask to be taken advantage of like that?” I cry, frustrated.
“Taken advantage of? Sweet Rachel,” he pushes another button on the recorder, and I’m humiliated as I hear my own whimpers and moans. “You sound like you’re having a pretty good time being taken advantage of,” he gestures air-quotes with his fingers. “But the rest of the recording has been lost due to some technical difficulties. Gotta hate technology these days.”
Speechless, I put my head into my hands as silent tears roll down my face.
“Come here, Rachel,” he says, his tone gentle.
I oblige, not seeing any worth in disobeying him now.
I feel his burning gaze rake over every inch of my body in my slutty, tight black dress and five-inch high heels that are killing my feet after so many hours. I regret not wearing a bra, as I know my nipples are poking through the fabric in the coldness of the room. Yeah, Rachel, keep telling yourself it’s because the room is cold and not because Officer Wang is hot.
“Since you didn’t show Johnson, how about you show me what a good little cock sucker you can be? Since you obviously enjoy fucking cops,” he says, his words cruel, but his tone gentle.
I visibly flinch at the accusation, not entirely sure if it’s false.
“I can tell you’re attracted to me, sweetheart. You’re not very difficult to read. I can make you feel good,” he says, trailing his fingers up my thigh. “After we’re done, we can just forget about all these charges. I can take you to your car, and we can pretend this didn’t happen… of course, you will not say anything of this if you want the contents of this recorder to remain private, and for your record to remain clean.”
I don’t stop his hand trailing up my dress, because frankly, I’m not sure I want him to stop. I should know better than to trust this guy, since trusting the last one backfired on me, but it seems like either choice I make will be the wrong one. Bribing an officer is a felony, maybe prison time. I can’t just accept that charge and move on with my life.
I’ve lost count of how many times my panties have soaked through tonight, but as I feel them soak again, I push all doubt out of my mind and decide to go along with it.
I sink to my knees on the concrete floor and fumble with his belt, and he unlocks the handcuffs to help me.
“Good girl. He was right when he said you’re a good little obedient whore once you come around.”
The rude, dirty words register immediately between my legs, and I can feel my pussy throbbing as I remove a daunting erection from his pants. I plant an open-mouthed kiss at the head of it, teasing the tip with my tongue while squeezing the base with my hand. His hand gently strokes my hair, resting at the back of my head as I lick up and down his cock, ensuring I get the whole length wet with my saliva before taking him all the way into my mouth. I feel the tip touch the back of my throat, and swirl my tongue along the base as I suck hard.
Trying not to go too fast too quickly, I realise that I want to please him. I really want to please him.
I wrap a hand around his hard shaft and slide it up and down following my mouth as I fuck my own mouth with his cock, swiping plenty of spit along the length. I’m rewarded with a deep, sexy groan as I fumble my other hand through his zipper to fondle his balls as I continue to take him deeper, get his cock wetter, drag my lips up and down faster. Desperately, I want to feel his come on my tongue and down my throat.
I nearly jump out of my skin when I hear the door’s lock click again, but Officer Wang’s hand on the back of my head firmly pushes my head back down on his cock, forcing me to gag as tears spill over my cheeks. His act of dominance reminds me that I’m completely under his control for the time being, and it turns me on enough that I whimper and squirm, pressing my thighs together needily, attempting to get friction on my neglected clit. My nipples are aching to be touched, and I can’t believe it’s only been a few hours since my last orgasm.
“I didn’t give you permission to stop, sweet little Rachel,” he growls.
The door opens and I don’t dare look away, I just continue sucking and lapping at his hard length as best I can.
“Don’t fuck her throat raw, Wang, you greedy bastard. I’m trying to get a taste of how good little Rachel’s cock sucking abilities are, too.”
My heart drops when I recognize Officer Johnson’s voice.
My mind is whirling, but I feel so needy and horny that I don’t even care that the sleazy, scary man who got me into this situation is back.
“Alright, beautiful, you can let up, we’ve got other plans for you,” Officer Wang’s voice is raspy with lust.
Other plans? Hot lust and excitement gathers in my core, and I realize the charges and fines are forgotten. All I can think about is how much I want these men to use me and treat me like a whore. I sit back on my knees, looking up at each officer, waiting to be ordered around.
Officer Johnson bends down, face-to-face with me, and grips my face so that I can’t look away. His cold, dark eyes bore into mine, and I’m reminded of how hot he is, despite how much colder and meaner he seems than Officer Wang.
“Are you going to be a good little slut for me this time, sweetheart?”
I blink at him, my face still covered in tears, and probably smudged makeup, and spit from the sloppy blowjob he just interrupted.
“‘Yes, sir, I’m going to be a good slut’,” he corrects me.
The statement is humiliating, and it sends another rush of wet arousal to my pussy.
“Yes, sir, I’m going to be a good slut.”
He grins, and brushes his hand over my hair. I close my eyes and lean into his touch, before his hand suddenly lifts and smacks me across my face, hard. I yelp in both surprise and pain.
“That’s for trying to assault me earlier, toy. Say thank you. If you don’t, I’m not going to let you come.”
The threat of not being able to come after all of this weighs heavy on me, so I don’t even think twice.
“Thank you for slapping me, Officer Johnson.”
Officer Wang laughs quietly, shaking his head and rubbing a hand over his stubble. “You’re sadistic, Johnson,” he reprimands lightheartedly.
“Just reminding our pretty toy of her place, dude.”
There’s no way my pussy isn’t dripping right now. Being spoken to like that, being treated like such a little slut by these strong, authoritative men… I can’t take it anymore.
I slide a hand between my legs to stroke the neglected folds of my cunt, and Johnson immediately smirks and turns to Wang.
“Clearly not sadistic enough, since she wants to touch herself immediately after getting smacked,” he says.
I gasp as Officer Wang stands and grabs me by my hair, bending me backwards over the interrogation table. Officer Johnson strides behind the table where I was once sitting, and grips my hair so that my head is hanging backwards off the table, and my ass sits just at the opposite edge… where Officer Wang is standing.
As soon as Officer Wang grips my knees and spreads them apart, I realize they are going to take me at the same time. The thought turns me on so much that I whimper out loud, squirming on the table but not attempting to escape.
“Let’s get her out of this fucking whore dress,” Johnson growls, gripping the hem and pulling it over my head. I don’t fight him. I need their hands all over me, taking and using every inch. Wang tauntingly drags a heavy finger up my slit over my soaked lace underwear, teasing me just enough to drive me insane.
“You should see how pathetically drenched these little panties are, Johnson. We’ve barely touched the girl,” Officer Wang says, genuinely shocked, teasing me a moment longer before yanking the panties off.
I look up to see Officer Johnson’s strong, veiny hands pulling his impressive, hard cock out of his pants. “Believe me, dude, I know. Little slut was sopping wet when I fucked her earlier,” he growls. “Right, Rachel? I think you’ve just got a thing for having the choice taken away from you, having your little cunt, ass and mouth used whether you like it or not.”
Excitement builds further inside me as he taunts me with the cruel, cold words, and I feel strong fingers stroking my soaked folds, dragging my wetness upwards and in circles around my swollen, needy clit. I press into Wang’s touch, moaning in approval. With his other hand, he starts to rub and tweak one of my nipples into a stiff peak, and then the other. The stimulation is delicious after being deprived for however long I was blowing him. I whimper desperately at the almost-painful empty feeling inside my pussy.
“Do you want to suck my cock, baby?” Johnson asks, stroking himself over my face with one hand and twisting one of my nipples with the other, his touch more aggressive and crueler than Officer Wang’s.
“Yes, sir,” I answer honestly, obediently opening my mouth for him.
“Good toy,” he praises me in an appreciative voice, sending a wave of pleasure through me. “Relax your throat, baby.”
I attempt to kiss and lap at his cock the same way I did to Wang, but he shoves his cock into my mouth slowly, gripping my face with his fingers clasping under my chin. He does not stop until it’s all the way in, part of it down my throat. He holds my head down on it, despite my gagging and spluttering, and I moan around his cock, savoring the feeling of having my throat used in such a carnal way.
Officer Wang prods his cock at my slick, hot entrance, and I spread my legs even wider for him as I allow Johnson to face-fuck me.
I squeak in a short moment of pain as his thick erection stretches me, but much like the man using my mouth, he pushes forward until his balls touch my asshole. He doesn’t move, just allows me to stretch around him for a moment while he rubs delicious wet circles around my sensitive bud. The feeling of fullness, both in my throat and pussy, almost sends me over the edge.
Then, he begins to move, keeping an agonizing rhythm that wasn’t quite slow, but certainly not fast. He knows if he fucks me faster, I will come, and they’re trying to drag this out, to torture me as long as they can. I whimper and moan around Johnson’s cock urgently, greedily trying to move my tongue and head to further please him. He smacks my face again.
“Stop trying to regain some control, slut, and take what I give you.”
Wang speeds his punishing pace inside my cunt, slamming into me, his balls now wet with my arousal and slapping against my asshole. I feel my orgasm building inside me, and my eyes roll back into my head as my whole body is consumed by tingly, hot desire and passion.
It’s all too much. My cunt is being fucked hard, my throat is being fucked hard, Johnson has a hand on my throat to hold me down, and Wang is stroking my clit and… oh, my God.
Wang’s other hand trails down to touch my asshole, and once he slides the tip of his finger in, my world crashes into a million little shards of pleasure. I buck against the table, breathing hard, moaning through my orgasm around the cock that is not letting up on my throat.
“Oh, our little slut likes to have her asshole played with, huh?” Wang growls, and I just hear Johnson laugh softly, knowingly.
I lay across the table in bliss, exhausted after my orgasm but still desperately wanting their cum. They both pause, just for a moment, and I hear Wang quietly say,
“You know… I’m sure Smith would love to help her with that.”
“Ha. You’re just as sadistic as me, dude. You just want to see the little whore fucked by as many guys as possible.”
I’m relaxed after my orgasm, but I can’t help the little rush of fear that causes my whole body to tense when my mouth is suddenly empty.
“One second, kitten,” Johnson strokes my face and zips up, leaving the room with another click of the door.
“Wait, what’s going on? Who’s-”
I’m cut off by pleasure as Wang continues to fuck me, placing his strong hand around my throat and looking into my eyes.
“Have we done anything so far that you haven’t enjoyed, sweetheart? Johnson already told you that you are going to take what we give you. If I have to tell you again, I’m going to have to follow-up on that spanking I said you needed earlier, understand?”
“Yes, sir,” I squeak, feeling extra vulnerable when he makes me look into his eyes as he penetrates my sensitive cunt harder and harder, sending waves of hot pleasure over me. A deep groan fills the room as he pulls out of my pussy, stroking himself with his hand and releasing his come all over my tits.
I hear the door open again, and this time two sets of footsteps enter the room.
Wang grips my waist, flipping me over so that I am lying on my stomach on the table, and I have no idea what the new person looks like. This sends a jolt of excitement between my legs, and it fills me with humiliation that I’m so excited to be fucked by someone I have not even seen.
Johnson returns to my face, prodding his cock at my lips once again.
“Don’t worry, kitten, Officer Smith wants to make you feel good too.”
I squeak when I feel my wetness being dragged up to my asshole by more fingers, but I’m so relaxed from my orgasm that I don’t fight the smooth finger that pushes past my opening.
Johnson continues to fuck my face as he was before, gripping the back of my hair cruelly as he did a few hours ago. The finger in my ass becomes two fingers, and suddenly there’s a cock prodding at my tight, pink hole.
I want to resist, but Officer Johnson is holding my hair and my mouth is full, so I focus on pleasuring him as the cock slides in more easily than I’d like to admit. Two fingers start to pump pleasurably in and out of my cunt, and in my peripheral vision I can see that they are Wang’s fingers.
Slowly, my pleasure starts building as the cock at my asshole digs deep, penetrating me in a slower, gentler way than the other men. I don’t even know what this man’s voice sounds like… fuck.
The realization that all of my holes are being used, and those holes are pleasuring men who are complete strangers to me, almost sends me into my second orgasm. All it takes is a loud moan from Officer Johnson, releasing his come down my throat, to send me over the edge again. My vision clouds with stars and I feel my ass clamp down in pleasure, causing Officer Smith to pull out of me and cover me with his release.
Funny how last time I was in a police car, I desperately didn’t want to be. Now, after the night’s events, I don’t really want to get out of the car, knowing I will probably not see Officer Wang again. Strangely, he has started to feel safe to me
“Alright, young lady, here we are,” Wang states as he pulls over behind my car, still abandoned on the side of the freeway.
“Um… thank you,” I stutter.
He grins at me, a handsome smile, and I blush like a damn teenager.
“You’re very welcome, Rachel. Hopefully you learned your lesson about speeding tonight, but if you didn’t, at least make sure you do it when I’m on the clock.”
He winks, and I know it’s fucked up, but I’m probably going to miss him. I climb into my car and head home as everything slowly fades to black.
I am startled by my phone ringing incessantly and with unnecessary volume. What? I’m lying in bed… my bed. I pick up the phone in a daze.
“Hi Rachel,” it’s my boyfriend, “So, are you coming over tonight?”
“No!” I scream and throw the phone into my pillow. I’m shocked… confused. Did any of it happen? Was it just a dream? I look towards the bedroom chair, my dress is neatly hanging there. My high heels are under the chair, my panties… on the floor. What does this mean? I fall back onto the bed and remember… the aching in my loins… the humiliation. But above all, the feeling of emptiness.
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