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Our lips connected like they did prior to every shift, especially those that were overnight. Her job comes with the unfortunate possibility that she will have to work a few late-night shifts through the month and it never got easier when she did, even after six months.
The heavy door shut behind her, the slam echoing through her apartment - the one that I chose to stay at more so than my own. Silence filled the air immediately, showing a foreshadow for how the night would go.
An hour or two passed of me watching a movie before I got a devious idea. My hand reached out blindly for my phone, thumb already pulling up her contact. My eyes peered over to the clock, 10:39pm. If I was this bored already, then she must be too.
I leaned up slightly from the bed that I laid on, blankets crumbling to the floor. The plan was to start simple and work my way up (or down in this case). My fingers drifted to my shift, swiftly pulling it over my head. I never wear a bra at home, so that part I could skip.
Leaning forward to give her a better view, I set up my phone against one of the pillows. A smirk took over my face as I pressed my breasts together, taking a few photos to determine which looked best.
I scrolled through those pictures, knowing they would be enough to start riling her up and clicked send on the best ones. The 'delivered' reminder underneath was evidence of what I just did. But I wasn't done with the teasing just yet.
To take it even further, I slid my pants off so I was just in my panties. Grabbing my phone and shifting so my back was on the bed, I spread my legs. My fingers lightly ran up and down my folds to feel how wet I already was. I wasn't surprised to discover I was soaking through my panties at the thoughts of her. More specifically, the thoughts of what she would do to me later.
I made sure the flash was on before lowering the phone to where it would capture the best shot, using my fingers to gently separate my lips, showing my glistening need for her. I sent that photo as well, following up went the sweet, innocent comment.
"Have a great rest of your shift, baby."
Knowing her, she would be thinking about this until her shift ended and would be unable to keep her hands off of me once she got home. Hopefully this would keep her occupied until then.
Not even thirty minutes later I went to grab the ingredients for a sandwich, feeling my stomach growl this late at night. I just about slapped myself with the deli meat when I discovered we had no bread, so I had two choices. Go without the sandwich, or make a trip to the store for some bread, despite it being past 11pm. There was only one store open at this time and it was across town.
The choice was obvious.
I threw on my jacket that hung by the door, tossing my wallet and car keys in it. Twisting the key into the ignition, I started my long adventure. There was one main thing I enjoyed about night driving and that was the emptiness of the streets. The calmness of the air.
It felt like luck was on my side as I was hitting every green light. My luck quickly disappeared not even ten minutes down the road when I noticed the red and blue lights flashing in my rearview mirror.
My heart seemed like it was one minute from beating out of my chest as I pulled over to the side of the road. Eyes glancing around my surroundings as I waited, I noticed we were on a side street. A street that I've never heard of before now that I think about it.
With each passing second, the anxiety built. I don't think I was doing anything wrong. I was going the speed limit, wasn't swerving, hands weren't on my phone. I did nothing wrong.
Glancing in my mirror, I saw the door of the patrol car open. My clammy and sweaty hands gripped the steering wheel tighter, my knuckles turning white. As I waited, I noticed the flashing lights that were once bright behind me had vanished. Now it was just my headlights on the empty road illuminating it.
A calm and steady knock took me from my thoughts. Hesitantly, I rolled down my driver's side window. Peering up slowly, I looked at the officer who pulled me over, but the brightness of their flashlight shining in my face blinded me, making me unable to see them.
"License and insurance."
The voice sounded oddly familiar.
The flashlight was lowered and that's when I was able to get a look at them. It was her. She pulled me over. She must not have known it was me due to how dark it was, right?
Her silhouette was heavy leaning against my door as I gawked at her. With a smirk on her lips, she hastily shut her bodycam off. I felt my heart drop to my stomach.
"Turn off your headlights," she instructed, with no room for argument.
I did as she said, fingers fumbling to switch them off, watching as the previously dimly lit street turned into nothing.
"Step out. Now," the gentle, caring voice that I knew was not present. This was her authority voice. Her cop voice.
As terrifying as it was, it was equally (if not more) just as hot.
Not even debating it, I rushed out of my vehicle, legs trembling to stay upright as my feet hit the pavement. The door behind me was shut in an instant, with me harshly being shoved up against it, my back colliding with the cool metal.
My body was caged in by hers as she kept me in place, grinding her hips against me. I felt her heavy and full utility belt resting against me. Knowing what laid in there made my stomach do flips.
"Isn't this what you wanted, baby?" Her hips grounded deeper against mine.
"You send me dirty pictures at work, knowing I'm busy," her hand slapped my ass roughly. "Knowing that I'm working hard to provide for you, and what are you doing? Making my dick so hard that I can only focus on how badly I need to fuck you?" Her other hand tangled in my hair, giving it a sharp tug.
"No, I just wanted to give you something to look forward to for when you got off," my words came out strangled.
Her dark laugh filled the empty air, making my skin tingle.
"Oh no, baby. You wanted to get fucked hard. You wanted to get punished," her lips attached to my neck, nipping hard, sucking over those spots immediately afterwards. "You're about to get exactly what you wanted. No one around, no one to witness, you're all mine."
I remember how she shut off her body cam, her promise being real that no one would be watching this.
My feet tripped over one another as she dragged me away from where we stood, the two of us now standing between our vehicles. One of her hands rested on my shoulder, while the other wrapped in my hair.
With a rough force, I was pushed down to my knees, the rough ground definitely ripping into the sweatpants I was wearing. The miniature rocks and pebbles that dug into my knees made me shift to get more comfortable, but her grip was unyielding and dominant.
I attempted to look up at her, but the dark sky covering her face made it hard to do so. The hand that was on my shoulder moved. Before I could wonder where it went, the sound of her belt unbuckling made my body tense in fear of the unknown.
I could hear the metal buckle and thick leather being slid from the utility pants she wore and knew she was taking her time with this foreplay. That she was enjoying all of it.
Her pants fell to the ground in front of me, feeling them plop against my knees. She used the hand that was entangled in my hair and brought my face close to where her dick stayed covered by her boxers, rubbing my face against it.
She grinded her hips against my face, making me feel how hard she already was. I wanted to touch her and take off her boxers, but I knew to wait, keeping my hands clasped behind my back.
Pushing me away from her momentarily, I heard the sound of her boxers slipping down her thighs, just enough for her dick to be sprung free. She slapped my face abruptly, before doing the same thing with her fully-hard erection.
I gulped, knowing this was about to be rougher than initially thought, but having no complaints about it.
"You wanted some attention, baby?" The smugness in her voice was evident as she rubbed the tip of her dick against my lips, pre-cum coating them.
"Well now you got it. Open your fucking mouth and take me."
I tried to apologize for sending the nudes to her, but she shoved her length in my mouth, taking it as her opportunity. The intrusiveness made me gag immediately, eyes watering with it.
Her grip in my hair remained firm, starting to pump her hips against my face at a slow, constant pace. She did this for a few minutes, giving me a moment to adjust to her size. When I swirled my tongue around her tip to tease her, she shoved my head down to her abdomen, holding me there.
I attempted to push back on her thighs to breathe, but she would not allow it. Her speed was fast, now effectively fucking my face how she wanted. I was not a person at this moment, I was a toy for her to use.
With each deep thrust down my throat, her balls would slap against my chin, saliva now dripping out the corners of my mouth. I tried to take her fully, but her girth and length was making that almost an impossible job. But she didn't care, just kept rutting hard against my face.
Her grunts increased, as well as her grip tightening in my long locks. She held my hair in a pony tail to make it easier to guide me up and down her dick.
"Fuck, you're so hot. Taking my dick nice and deep down your slutty little throat." She emphasized her point with a sharp thrust, making me choke louder. "I think this is exactly what you needed. A rough fucking to remind you that you're nothing but a dirty whore for me." She pulled me back for a brief moment to look at me, clearly enjoying how worn out I already was, my eyes as wet as my pussy.
She then shoved back in, deeper than before. Her hand rested on the back of my head, forcing me to take more. She stayed there, thrusting her hips shallowly as I could tell she was getting close.
"Look at me as I cum in your mouth," her voice is deep as she speaks.
I obey, tilting my eyes up to watch her the best I could in the dark air, but the thought alone must have been enough for her, as I felt her speed pick up. My fingers tightened around her thighs as I struggled to breath, her full length punishing my throat, rhythm now erratic.
My head was bobbing up and down as she moaned loudly, throwing her head back from the pleasure. Hot spurts of cum were shot down my throat, keeping me there so I would take it all. Her thrusts seemed to slow down after a minute, but my mouth was still wrapped around her dick, waiting for her final instruction in this position.
"Swallow."
I did so, making sure not to spill any of her. My throat felt raw and I knew I would have trouble speaking later, but I didn't care. What I did care about was the ache between my legs and how needy I was.
Coughing and struggling to retain my breathing, she was quick to yank me to my feet, her grip painful. She shoved me towards the back seat of her patrol car.
"Get in before I fuck that pretty mouth of yours again," she whispered in my ear.
She opened the door for me - such a gentleman I thought, rolling my eyes as she pushed me in. The abrupt motion made my arms fall out to either side of my head, supporting me upright. I felt her body settle in behind me, the door shutting loudly.
Her smell was all in the vehicle. The cologne she wore mixed with the smell of coffee and energy drinks drifted through the car. It was suffocating and intoxicating.
The car remained dark as she didn't turn it on, just locked the doors. Her fingers moved with precision as they found my sweatpants, swiftly tugging them down my legs.
The coldness from being so bare brought goosebumps to my skin. Her hands found my hips and maneuvered me around so I was now lying on my back. She positioned herself between my legs, forcing them wide for her.
I looked down to where I knew her dick would be and prepared myself when I felt her nudging at my entrance. I let out a gasp as I felt her tip spread my folds, getting herself covered in my slick arousal.
"You're fucking soaked," she hummed, hand coming up to rest on my neck, but not yet applying pressure.
"You love when I use you as my personal slut, don't you?" her tip circled around my clit making my body jolt.
"Well, you're about to love this," she muttered before a scream was let out from my mouth, her slamming inside of me fully. It felt like an out of body experience with the brutality of her thrusts, using my body like it was nothing more than a fleshlight.
The contradicting sounds in the patrol car were from her pleasured grunts and my painful moans. With her body positioned on top of me like this, I swear I could feel every inch of her, even vein throbbing.
My arms wrapped around her neck, nails clawing at her clothed back with each rugged thrust. "This is mine. You don't get to touch what's mine without my permission. Got it?" Her rhythm was strong and fierce, evidently punishing me from what I did earlier.
"Yes," I gasped out, still holding onto her as her speed got faster.
A harsh slap was delivered across my cheek, eyes watering.
"Use your manners. Yes, what?" she growled.
"Yes, Officer," I cried out, the mixture of her harsh thrusts and demeaning words almost sending me over the edge.
"Good girl," her voice was husky and full of praise from my submission.
Her hands grasped at my thighs, picking them up to wrap around her waist. I knew what was about to happen and placed my hands on her chest, trying to push her away, but her weight on top of me was too strong.
"Shh, just lay there and take it, baby. I know you want to feel good too." I had no choice but to take her rough handling in this new position - one that was her favorite because she can ensure I "feel her fully," which she was never wrong about.
My limbs went limp around her, letting her use me how she wanted, angling me whichever way was best. My head was occasionally hitting against the door when her pace got faster, but she didn't care. When I tried to tell her that, her free hand covered my mouth.
"Shut up and cum on this dick. Show me what a slut you are."
Her words alone were enough to make me cum, but when combined with how roughly she was fucking me, it took almost no time at all for my orgasm to crash over me.
She didn't stop or slow down as I came, fucking me through it. I screamed against her hand as her full body weight was on top of, pining me more against the seats as my back arched.
I knew she was chasing after her own release as she held me down, her hips slapping against mine harder. I instinctively tried to shift away from her due to the intense amount of pleasure I felt, but her calloused fingers gripped my waist, holding me in place.
With a loud, husky groan, she buried herself to the hilt. I felt her hot, sticky cum release inside of me, painting my walls white. She thrusted deeply, ensuring I milked her dick thoroughly and that none slid out.
We both laid there for a brief moment, her still on top of me, dick buried snuggly inside my pussy, our mixed cum leaking on the seats probably.
My fingers went to wipe away the sweat that gathered along my face, but she tugged me out of the car, my sweatpants and panties still around my ankles. I thought we were done for now and would resume later.
I was wrong.
Her hands weren't soft as she walked me over to the hood of her patrol car, bending me over it at the hips. The chilly, night air slapped against my bare ass that was exposed fully to her. My breasts were squished as they were pressed to the hood.
"Don't think we're done yet, baby. You've got one more lesson you need to learn," she murmured.
My feet struggled to keep me up as her heavy boot kicked mine apart, keeping me spread for her. The tip of her dick spreading through my lower lips made me bite down on my knuckle, already feeling much more sensitive.
She wasn't fully erect yet, having had cum twice already, but I could tell she was getting there as she humped me from behind, teasing herself and me. Our mixed juices were dripping down my thighs, her trying to keep it in place.
My head was shoved down against her patrol car, eyes facing to the side from the angle she had me in. Fingers gripping my hair to get a steady grip, she entered me slowly.
She pumped her hips in a deliberately antagonizing fashion. In, out. Doing it slowly enough for my walls to clench around every part of her. To suck her back in each time she pulled out.
This harsh invitation had my body going limp, already worn out. Her tight, possessive grip on me ensured that I was fucking myself back on her dick, just as much as she was fucking me. Each violent thrust made it clear that she wasn't just focusing on getting off again.
This was about reminding me of my place. A punishment.
My moans were uncontrollable at this point as I felt her twitch inside of me, my body jolting in response. With how thick and long she was, I knew I was going to feel her for days.
"Don't forget your place," she purred.
Her weight was heavy against my back as she got in a better position, fully over me now as my feet didn't touch the ground, dangling slightly. Her breath was hot as it hit my ear.
"This pussy is mine. This body is mine. You don't get to touch it or do anything to it without my permission."
I nodded, not trusting myself to get any words out. One of her free hands slapped down on the hood next to my head, making my body flinch.
"You just needed a reminder of it, huh baby? You just needed to get fucked like a slut on the side of the road where anyone could see. Isn't that right?"
Her thrusts were aggressive as she grunted in my ear, methodically building me up just to slow down again.
"Yes," I pleaded with her, desperate enough to agree with anything she said.
A thick sigh was heard as she bottomed out in me, resulting in a rugged scream from my end. The silk on her shirt was rubbing against my back as she stayed there for a moment, stuffing me full of her.
"You know better than that. Yes, what?"
I whined needily, my hips pressing back to hers.
"Yes, Officer," I whimpered as she rewarded me by resuming her sharp thrusts, alternating rough smacks on my ass.
With one hand slapping my ass, the other slid to cover my mouth. She forced herself into the hilt, hips flush against mine. Her punishing speed was torturous and pleasurable as she wouldn't touch my clit, using me only for how she wants.
"Oh no, baby," she chuckles darkly. "Sluts get filled with cum, they don't get to cum. Consider this punishment for all those pretty little pictures you sent."
The sensation was overwhelming. Her dick was sharply hitting my cervix with how deep she was, thrusting so fast I thought she was going to dent the hood with the collision of our bodies. I begged her to let me cum as her hand stayed over my mouth, but she was unrelentless, using my pussy to get off.
With a deep and final grunt, she released inside of me. Her thick, hot seed filled me up again, my pussy clenching around her tightly. This was her act of claim, her declaration of possession.
She stayed where she was, grinding shallowly against me despite my whimpers. Both of us were covered in sweat, me more so than her. Stupid cop training. The warm feeling of her dripping down my thighs made me shiver. I felt sticky and exhausted - exactly what she wanted.
I let out a pathetic whine as she pulled out of me, making a popping sound as she did so. I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding as she used her tip to circle around my entrance, gathering our mixed cum on it.
With no hesitation or warning, she shoved back inside of me, forcing the cum back in.
"Don't want to waste any of this, baby," she mocked, hand on my lower back as she slid in and out of me, her balls slapping against my ass.
I laid there, useless and unable to do anything, as she used me for a few more minutes before taking a step back, pulling out finally. Before I had the energy to push myself off the hood, I heard the sound of her belt buckle clicking into place, followed by a zipper.
I used whatever strength I had remaining and was able to stand upright, pulling up my pants and panties that hung around my ankles. Her touch that was previously aggressive was now soft, but still assertive as she grabbed my chin to look at her.
"You're going to get in your car and head right home. You're not going to the store. You're not going to send anymore pictures, and you're sure as hell not going to touch what's mine. Understand?" Her voice was strict, her demeanor clearly switching back into police-mode.
I was unable to protest so I just trekked over to my car, legs shaking like jelly. Turning my head back around, I noticed she was already in her patrol car, eyes locked on me. With no words, she started the engine and waited for me to do the same. When I did, she nodded at me to start driving home.
As I did, I saw a message pop up on my phone.
"Don't think this is over, I'll see you in a few hours."