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Yes Officer Ch. 01

By: peachykeen



Chapter 01: Moving Violation

"Sing it back, bring it back, sing it back to me!" Both front windows were open and my hair tangled around my face in the breeze as I drove down the empty back road, singing loudly as I pleased along with the radio. I was felling giddy and lighthearted, having just had a lively night out clubbing with a handful of my best girlfriends, dancing, flirting, laughing, celebrating my old roommate Diana's first night out with the gang since she had had her baby. As a designated driver I had steered clear of the booze, but the heady mix of a trip into the city, loud thumping music, sweating sexy dancers, and the good company of fine friends had been intoxicating enough to have me behaving a bit carelessly as I drove, exceeding the posted speed limit by probably a good ten miles per hour. But it was after 2 am, it's an old deserted logging road through the middle of the woods, who would care? I thought as I sang and bounced in my seat.

I suppose I should not have been so very surprised to see the red and blue flashing lights come up in the rearview mirror, seemingly out of nowhere in the blackness of the night. "Well, shiiiiiiit," I groaned aloud to myself, easing the car over to the side. As I waited for the officer to approach I snuck a quick glance at my face in the mirror: I had been in fine flirting form earlier in the evening, was dressed just sluttily enough to be appealing without looking like a hooker, and I was hoping maybe acting a bit cute and girly might just help me get out of this situation with a warning instead of a ticket. Hey, can't blame a girl for trying.

"May I see your license and registration please ma'am."

I turned to the window and looked up. And up. My, my, was he tall. And fit. And fine. He was massive, but not big and beefy, just tall and solid and put tight together. His eyes were the color of a glacier, and his expression just as cool. The way the headlights from his patrol car illuminated his finely chiseled face in profile added to his tangible aura of power and authority. I am not the sort of female who goes weak in the knees at the sight of any man in a uniform, but the way he filled his made me squirm a bit in my seat. 'This,' I thought to myself, 'is the sexiest man I have seen all night, and tonight, I have seen many.'

"Of course," I answered, flashing my best why-hello-there-handsome smile, feeling on the passenger seat for my handbag, not finding it. I looked on the floor and in the back, slowly realizing I must have left it at Diana's house when I dropped her off and went in to coo over the sleeping baby. Oh, no. "I'm so sorry, Officer, I must have just left my bag at my friend's house just before," I smiled again nervously.

I watched as his eyes traveled down from my face to my well-displayed cleavage, then back to meet mine, his expression unchanging. He folded his arms across his chest and I silently admired his biceps bulging against the confines of his shirtsleeves. "So what you're telling me is you have no license," he said firmly.

"No. I mean, I do, it's just – I was just at –"

"Step out of the vehicle please ma'am."

I took a deep breath. I have never had any problems with the law before and had a clean driving record. I wondered how much trouble I could be in now as I slowly opened the door. As I stepped one foot out, I knew he was able to get a good quick view of my underpants as my thighs parted under my short skirt. I rose and straightened it self-consciously, my cool sexy-chick persona shaken by the realization that I might actually not be able to flirt my way out of this one. His unflappable demeanor seemed to indicate he would have none of such nonsense. This, although it unnerved me, only made him seem that much more desirable. Damn. 

He pointed towards his patrol car. "Would you walk to the front of my car, please."

It occurred to me he must think I had been drinking. "I wasn't drinking sir, I was the designated driver, I'll be happy to take a breathalyzer," I offered hopefully.

"Just walk." A short, sharp order.

I complied. Despite my sobriety, my knees felt weak and I was afraid I would stumble as I carefully made my way to his car. Reaching it, successfully I hoped, I turned back to face him. 

He walked over to stand in front of me in a few long, confident strides. I felt my heart begin to race and held my breath, noticing again how utterly gorgeous he was. My feelings were a pounding jumble of fear, lust, confusion, and excitement, and there was an undeniable stirring in my groin. "Am I going to be arrested?" I asked him, my voice trembling. 

He continued just staring at me, said nothing. I was paralyzed. His eyes moved over my body and I could feel myself growing warm and wet between my legs. I shivered. The warm late spring air of the evening had become slightly chilly as the night had taken over, but I knew it was not just the cold that had made me shake a bit.

Finally he spoke. "Pull your skirt up to your waist." 

My jaw dropped and I tried to vocalize a protest, but none came out. He fixed me with a sharp look. After a moment I closed my mouth, and complied.

"Remove your underpants."

My head swam. On one hand, I knew there was so many things fundamentally not right with this situation. It was so beyond anything I'd ever had happen to me before, not to mention unbelievably outside the law. I knew he had no right to do this and to some extent feared what he could do to me if I refused – all the power was his at this moment. Also, even though this old road was almost never used by anyone except the tiny handful of residents at its far end, we were undeniably exposed in the unlikely event any cars did come by. However, I recognized that I actually had no wish to disobey his orders, and that I was wetter and more turned on at this moment than I could ever remember. The thought of being forced to reveal myself to this magnificent, omnipotent stranger, the ever-so-tiny possibility of being happened upon by one of my neighbors…

I slid the satiny material down my bare legs and slipped it over my sandals. He took the panties out of my shaking hand and stuffed them into his breast pocket. "Now spread your legs a bit," he commanded.

I did as told and bit my lip as I watched him pull his nightstick from his belt. I confess my heart jumped, wondering if I'd made a very bad choice indeed – surely he was not going to hit me? I sucked in a deep breath, tasting the clean piney air. It seemed as though everything was in slow motion as he moved it towards me, as though I was watching a scene in a film. Slowly, teasingly, he began to rub the tip of it back and forth through my slickened pussy lips – the sensations suddenly, shockingly real - then eased about two inches of it inside of me. I cried out and felt for the car behind me to steady myself as my knees buckled, forcing it further up into my cunt. A faint flicker of a smile crossed his face for just a second, and then his emotionless expression returned. I moaned and leaned further back on the car as he worked the club in and out of me, surprisingly gently, pushing in, twisting it, pulling it out again. I could hear my sharp cries echoing off the trees in the otherwise silent night.

After a few minutes he pulled it out of me completely and pulled me back up by grabbing my blouse in his huge, strong hand. He held the stick, shining with my juice, in front of my face. "Suck it clean," he ordered. I opened my mouth and took it in, tasting my warm oceany sweetness. I watched his face as I sucked and licked the stick. He held my gaze confidently as he replaced it into his belt. 

Suddenly, before I could know it was happening, he had slapped the metal cuffs on both my wrists, spun me around, and pushed me roughly face down on the hood of the car. I panicked for a moment at my complete helplessness, "No! No!" I struggled vainly to stand and kicked one leg behind me into empty air. "Please, I'm sorry, no!"

He leaned over me, his entire body covering mine. I was terrified and thrilled at how totally engulfed I felt under his bulk. "Ssssssshhhhh," he growled softly, not unkindly, his lips at my ear. He stroked my hair and I felt his breath on the side of my face, warm and moist. "Sshh," he repeated. It was oddly comforting, his voice so close, his weight above me, although surely I was still just as powerless. I gulped and concentrated on taking slow, deep breaths to calm myself. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my ass through his trousers. It felt very good, laying there underneath him, that hardness straining through the material against my cheek. Safe, even.

I let my breath out in a long, low sigh. "Okay," I said in a small voice.

I could feel more than see him nod his head, and he stood behind me again. The hood of the car was warm from the engine beneath me, and the breeze cool across my exposed backside as I heard him unzipping his trousers. My cunt muscles twitched in anticipation. My few moments of terror had ebbed into an agonizing longing to feel his hard length inside of me. Although I'm sure it was only seconds, it seemed ages before I felt the head of his cock pressing against my slit. He left it there for a few more seconds, an exquisite torture. In my position I had no leverage to push back against him, to take what I wanted. My muscles continued to clench and release, trying to pull at his cock, trying to pull him into me and I heard my own voice moaning softly, "Please, please."

I am not sure but I thought I heard him give a low chuckle, just before he suddenly rammed the full length of his shaft into me in one stroke, my wetness offering him no resistance. As his hips slammed against my ass, the metal from the cuffs dug into the flesh of my wrists, which were trapped between my groin and the edge of the hood of the car. "Oh, god!" I screamed, lost in an explosion of equal parts pain and pleasure. He pulled slowly back out, all the way, then slammed hard into me again. My eyes watered and he began stroking powerfully in and out of me, practically lifting my feet off the ground with each masterful thrust.

Each stroke was a symphony of sensation – that fantastic feeling of my cunt being filled with a hot, hard cock; the metal biting into my soft skin; my breasts pressed hard against the hood of the car; his massive hands gripping my hips tightly, the fingers digging into my flesh; the sound of his deep grunts mixing in with my own chokes and sobs. I discovered that the middle finger of one of my trapped hands could just barely graze my clit and I began to flick at that sensitive button frantically as he pumped in and out of my pussy. The ecstasy outpaced the agony and I felt my whole body beginning to flush with a liquid heat.

My face was slick with tears against the smooth hood of the car as my thighs began quivering uncontrollably. "Oooohhh, Officer, I'm going to cummm…" I moaned, feeling my cunt pulsating around that fantastic hot cock. He said nothing in reply, only grasped my hips tighter in his hands and thrust even harder into me and then held himself deep inside me, sending me over the brink. Electric white-hot waves seemed to ripple through my body, emanating from that point deep in my groin where I could feel the tip of his cock pressed against my cervix. I shuddered and squirmed as I came, howling like a wolf under the stars in the darkness of the woods, my body feeling simultaneously intense and alive, yet melted and soft as the waves crashed and flowed through me, the sound of blood rushing in my ears.

Just as my own orgasm began to subside he began to pump roughly in and out again, my dripping cunt still clutching at his swollen cock. I heard him groan loudly and felt his rod give a sudden twitch and jerk inside me. He pulled out and gasped and I felt the warm gobs of his cum spurting onto my ass, some of it starting to drip down into the crack. I lifted my head as much as I could to try to see and could turn just enough to watch his face, his gorgeous face, contorted with the force of his orgasm as the last of his cum splashed out onto my cheeks. Through his hands on my hips I could feel his body shuddering and I heard him gulping at the cool night air. I closed my eyes and pressed my forehead against the metal below me, while he rested his sticky cock between my ass cheeks.

After a moment he stepped back and I heard him rezipping his trousers, then felt him rubbing a piece of fabric over my ass, mopping up the puddles of gooey, pearly cum. He grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked me sharply back to my feet, my legs still very wobbly. "Open," he commanded, his face inches from mine. Of course I did as told and he stuffed my cum-covered panties into my mouth. The earthy, salty taste filled my nose and throat as I held his eyes with mine and we stood there for a second, until my shaking legs started to give again. 

He let go of my hair and caught me around the waist with his arm, then walked me back slowly to my car, supporting my weight against him. Leaning me back against the door, he pulled the soaking panties from my mouth and crouched in front of me, lifting one of my feet and then the other, and then slowly slid the wet material back up my legs as

he stood. I watched him in something of a daze as he straightened my skirt and blouse, and was further amazed when he took out a tissue from one of his trouser pockets and began to dab it at my face around the eyes. I must have looked a fright, make-up everywhere, I'm sure, but the way he cleaned me up was so oddly tender and affectionate, considering the circumstances. I could only stare at him, although the expression he returned had resumed its inscrutable blankness.

When he had finished wiping the mascara streaks from my face, he gently removed the cuffs and held both my hands in one of his own as he replaced the steel rings on his belt with the other. As softly as one would caress an infant, he massaged my sore wrists one at a time between his huge palms. I stood stunned. Was this the same man who had only a short time before thrown me like a rag doll across the hood of a patrol car? I opened my mouth to say something, but couldn't think of what. It didn't matter, as he shook his head and put a finger to my lips. For the first time, he smiled unmistakably, a slow, satisfied grin that crept across his face like a cat.

"I want you to listen to me carefully," he said, quietly but firmly. I nodded. He continued, "You are going to get in your car and take a minute to get yourself together. Then you are going to continue on your journey. You are on your way home, I presume?"

I nodded again. "I live at the end of this road, near the junction with 55." My voice was a rustling whisper, like leaves in a breeze. For the first time I noticed the name pinned to his uniform. Sgt. D Powell. 

"Good." He opened the door of the car and helped me lower myself in. "I am going to follow you to make sure you get there safely. Then I will turn back. You will tell no one about what happened here tonight. Understood?"

After I was in he turned way without waiting to hear my answer. I watched him in the side mirror as he walked back to his vehicle, a striking silhouette in the glare of the headlights. I rubbed my wrists thoughtfully as I gathered my thoughts, tried to fit Sgt. D Powell and what had just happened into my concept of reality. This is not a big town, how could I not have seen him before? Then again, I had almost no occasion to deal with the police. Surely he had taken a bigger risk than I in this situation, when all was said and done. I wondered if I would ever be able to drive down my old road again without secretly hoping to be pulled over.

* * * * *

I'm still wondering. I saw him again, about three days later, as the bruises on my wrists had faded to a light bluish-yellow. He and another cop were coming out of the 7-11 as I was going in. I caught my breath at the sight of him. He held the door for me and winked, smiling for just a half second, then resumed his conversation with the other cop and walked out. I rubbed my wrists subconsciously and watched him go, sighing. I have got to learn to drive less carefully.

Yes Officer Ch. 02



Chapter 02: Breaking and Entering

I was just finishing up mopping the kitchen floor when I heard Luther start barking up a mad racket outside, followed shortly by the sound of the doorbell. Frowning, I leaned the mop against the doorframe – I was not expecting anyone, and, looking as glamorous as I usually do whilst doing the housework, I wasn't inclined to entertain guests at the moment. Walking into the living room to answer the door, I caught sight of a police cruiser in the driveway and stumbled, catching my breath. The week-old memory of having been flung over the hood of one Sgt D Powell's patrol car and fucked into a daze at the roadside flooded my brain. I stood frozen until the bell rang once more, Luther's cacophony of growls and yowls unabating. Trembling, I edged towards the door and peeked through the hole.

It was not Sgt D Powell but another cop, an older and rounder fellow, one I recognized as having seen around town before on a few occasions. A long slow rush of air escaped my chest, letting me know I had been holding my breath. I didn't know if I was more disappointed or relieved. I longed to see Sgt Powell again, to feel those icy blue eyes on my body, to be drawn again into his powerful aura. Every day, every night since the previous weekend I had been unable to keep my mind from going over and over the sound of his voice ordering me to lift my skirt, the feel of the cuffs digging into my wrists, the taste of his cum on my panties as he pushed them into my mouth. But for gods sake I did not want him to see me like this, grubby from cleaning and dressed in shapeless sweatpants and the world's rattiest T-shirt!

I opened the door. "Hello Officer, something wrong?"

"Good afternoon ma'am," he smiled. "I am just here in your neighborhood today advising everyone of the fact that we've had a series of break-ins in the White Pine Ridge development about 3 miles away, you may have heard about it?"

"Yes, I did hear something," I said, thinking of the two women I'd been eavesdropping on in the post office the day before, " but I don't know any of the details." I stepped back from the door, "Would you like to come in?"

"It's really not necessary ma'am, but thank you. We're just going around today to make sure everyone is aware and taking steps to protect themselves." He shook a finger at me, "I noticed when you opened the door to me no locks clicked. Which makes me think you must have had it unlocked to begin with, right?"

"Guilty," I nodded. He looked at me sternly, but in an over the top, comical way. I laughed. "I see your point. I'll be more careful."

"You might be surprised to know that in one of the robberies, the perpetrator walked right in an unlocked front door just like that." Snapped his fingers. "The husband was home even, but he was upstairs working in a home office. Robbed right under his nose. Luckily no one has been hurt in any of these so far but you never know what could happen if you walk into a room and surprise one of these guys in the act."

"Understood," I nodded.

"Do you have a home security system?"

I gestured towards the dog tied out in the side yard, which had ceased his racket but now stared at us vigilantly. "I have a Luther."

He grinned. "And a fine looking dog he is too, but just remember he's no good to you out there if the guy's in your house already." 

"Duly noted. Thanks, Officer."

He gave me a friendly salute and walked back to his car. I locked the door behind him and watched the car pull out of the driveway, and then travel up the road the half-mile to my next closest neighbor.

To be honest I didn't think too much about the break-ins. How could I, when my mind would not allow any other thoughts than the memory of the metal car hood against my cheek and forehead, huge strong fingers digging into the flesh of my ass, and a hot hard cock pounding into me? 

I finished up a few more miscellaneous household chores and, sweaty and gritty, decided to take a quick shower before heading off to do some grocery shopping. The force of the water could not cleanse these thoughts from my mind. I wanted to take my time and see if the hand-held showerhead might provide me some relief, but I really needed to get going. I concentrated hard on formulating my grocery list mentally, trying to focus my mind on something other than the yearning liquid desire.

Fresh and damp from my shower, I pulled my robe around me and began putting away some clean dishes. Suddenly a hand clamped firmly over my mouth and a massive arm wrapped itself tightly around my waist, pinning one arm to my side. The glass in my hand dropped into the sink and shattered as I flailed and tried unsuccessfully to scream. The noise from the glass roused Luther, who had been dozing in the patch of sun in front of his doghouse. The earlier words from the cop echoed in my mind, "…he's not good to you out there if the guy's already in…" 

My free arm waved wildly, trying to grab on to the attacker, but it was no use. He pushed me towards the hallway and pinned me against the wall, trapping my other arm. I trembled, feeling the tears beginning to well in my eyes. Screaming ineffectually into the palm covering my mouth I tried to shake my head loose, but he was incredibly strong. Still I thrashed with all the panicked effort I could muster, but pressed to the wall as I was I could get no kind of leverage and succeeded mainly only in giving myself several bruises to my elbow and knees. After what felt like ages but was probably only a minute or so, I realized I was wasting strength I might better use later and tried to calm myself down, think clearly, breathe. I rested my head on the cool white wall and tried to choke in a few sobs, trying desperately to think rationally through my terror of a way out of this - whatever this was.

"Now you see exactly how easy it is for someone to get to you," he hissed into my ear.

I froze. I knew that voice. It was him. Oh, god. Relief flooded over me, followed immediately by another wave of…what? A curious mix of fear and passion and longing and unease that I had no word for.

Sgt Powell loosened his grip around my waist and slipped his hand inside my robe. He pinched one of my rapidly stiffening nipples, hard, as he bit my ear. I moaned into his palm, still trembling, but conscious of the flames stirring in my lower belly. He unfastened the belt from my robe and pulled it free.

"Not one fucking word," he said. I nodded minutely. He removed his hand from my mouth and pulled the robe from my body roughly, jerking me backwards. He secured my hands behind my back with the bathrobe tie and pressed me back up against the wall with his full body, pressing me tightly, his hands on my shoulders. God he was such a huge man. I could feel his hard cock against my bound hands through his uniform. I closed my hands around that bulge and he yanked my head back by my still-wet hair, twisting his fingers. I winced.

"You want that?" he sneered, his breath hot on the side of my face, twisting the fistful of hair harder. His other hand traveled down my body and forced itself between my legs. "You're wet already, you slut. You like this, don't you?" I moaned and nodded as he pushed his hand further down, one of his thick fingers sliding inside of me. I groaned, loudly now, spreading my legs slightly. "You're such a whore," he growled, "all a man has to do is walk in here and grab you and you are spreading your legs for him to get into your cunt."

I wanted to say 'Not any man. You. Only you.' But he had ordered me not to speak and I was not going to disobey.

He yanked me back from the wall and pushed me into the living room, forcing me onto my knees. "Don't turn around, and keep your eyes on the floor," he ordered. I nodded, putting my head down. I wanted so badly to see him though, to look into that icy blue stare. He released his grip on my shoulders and I heard him step back. "Tell me, my little speeding slut, have you been thinking about how good I fucked you on the hood of my car last week?" I nodded again. "I can't hear you," he said sharply.

"You said not one word," I squeaked meekly.

He chuckled, a hand stroking my hair and tucking a loose strand behind my ear. "What a good little order-taking whore you are. Oh, just wait until you see how good you are. Now this time answer me. Have you been touching that nice juicy cunt thinking about me?"

"Yes," I admitted. "A lot." Almost constantly, in fact.

"You loved having my big cock inside of you, didn't you, slut?"

I nodded. He bent forward and yanked my head back again, "Say it."

"I loved having your big cock inside me, Sgt Powell."

He laughed again. "Do you have a vibrator?"

"Yes."

"And have you been fucking your pussy with it, thinking about my big cock?"

"Yes." 

"Good little slut," he said, petting my head again. "And where is it now?"

"In the drawer of my night table, in the bedroom."

He said nothing and from the corner of my downcast eyes I could see his feet as he walked into the kitchen, then returned. I heard him click on the entertainment system and put in a videotape. "Eyes up," he ordered.

I picked my head up and stared at him, catching my breath. He was as gorgeous as I'd remembered. So tall, so solid, so powerfully built. He had taken his cap off and had a silvery blond military haircut. And those eyes, those glacial blue eyes that burned into my body. 

"While I go find your vibrator, you watch this," he said. "See for yourself what an obedient little slut you are." He clicked 'play' and left the room.

It was the recording from the dashboard camera of the patrol car. It hadn't occurred to me there would be one but of course there would be; I felt a bit stupid for a moment at not having thought of it before. Stupidity gave way to lust as I watched those events from my memory unfold on the screen. Saw myself pulling up my skirt, removing my underpants. Slammed over the hood. Saw the twisted look of pain and ecstasy on my face at his first stroke into me when the handcuffs bit into my wrists. Make-up smearing, mascara running down my cheeks as he fucked me. Heard my shrill moans and sobs. Watched his normally cool, composed face grimacing as he felt me beginning to cum. As I watched I could feel my juice trickling down between my thighs, my breathing becoming more ragged.

"Isn't that just beautiful, slut?" he said from the doorway. I started, not sure how long he'd been standing there. I hadn't heard him come back, I had been so absorbed in the video. He smiled then, a surprisingly warm and friendly smile, which I couldn't help but return. But a troubling thought had occurred to me.

"Has anyone else seen this tape?" I asked.

The smile disappeared. He stood directly in front of me. "Why? Are you afraid of everyone finding out what a slut you are?" I didn't answer, just stared up at him. He bent down, his face inches above mine. "Do you think they don't all know? Do you think they can't tell just by looking at you what you are, slut? Do you think they can't smell it coming off of you?" He reached out and squeezed my face tightly in one of his huge hands, "How do you think I knew then, you whore?"

I whimpered and he let go. He undid his belt, tossing it casually onto the couch, then to unzip his trousers. He took his stiff cock in one hand and guided it towards my mouth. I closed my eyes but he grabbed a handful of hair and twisted again. "Don't you dare. You look at me while you suck my cock, slut."

"Yes Sir Sgt Powell," I said. It seemed appropriate. 

He smiled again just for a second at this. "Stop talking and start sucking."

I closed my lips around the smooth head, my tongue flicking at the drop of clear fluid at the tip, my eyes meeting his. He pushed further in slowly. I loved feeling his hardness filling my mouth inch by inch. As long as I could remember in my adult life I have always loved giving head, feeling that combination of rigidity and silky soft skin against my tongue and cheeks. I'd never not been able to use my hands to control the pace, though. He held my head in both hands and began to thrust in and out between my lips quickly. "You cocksucking whore, you are enjoying this aren't you?" he hissed. I moaned around his shaft in assent as he increased his speed. After a few minutes of his frantic face-fucking my lips began to feel raw, and he was forcing himself harder and harder into my throat. I half wanted him to stop so I could get some relief, and half prayed this would go on and on. My eyes started to sting and water as I watched his face. He was struggling hard to maintain his façade, I could tell. When I saw his face beginning to crack, I concentrated on increasing the intensity of my suction, and his eyes fluttered closed as his head fell back. He staggered back a step, his cock pulling from my mouth with a wet popping sound. I licked my stinging lips and smiled a small triumphant smile. 

His eyes narrowed. "Wipe that grin off your face, you slut, I'm not done with you."

"Yes Sir." I rolled my tongue in my mouth, savoring the taste of his flesh still left there. I watched as he fastened his trousers again loosely and went back into the kitchen, watched him rummaging around in the cabinets until he found what he was looking for.

He came, the bottle of my best organic olive oil in his hand. I had a feeling I knew what that was going to be for and I tensed in anticipation, and some fear. I had had a man's cock in my ass before but never one quite as big as his. He must have read been able to read the look on my face and he smirked as he bent to pick up the vibrator he had left on the floor. "That's right whore," he chuckled, "you know your ass is mine now." He crept forward on his knees and bent his head to one of my breasts and sucked the nipple hard into his mouth, then bit down on it, not altogether softly. I jumped and let out a sharp cry. He lifted his head until we were nose to nose and cupped my cheek in his huge palm, then gave the tip of my nose a delicate kiss. "Beautiful whore," he said softly, "you'll take whatever I give you and love it, won't you." It was a statement, not a question.

"Yes Officer," I whispered as he moved to kneel behind me. My pussy was so wet and I could feel the muscles inside pulsating with each breath I took. No man had ever spoken to me this way before and if anyone had asked me if I'd wanted them to I probably would have said no, but oh - how did I know what I was missing? I loved hearing him call me a whore. Night after night after this I knew I would be hearing his voice in my head, saying it again and again.

He pushed my bound hands up so they were at the center of my back and pulled my hips back against his, his cock pressed tightly between my buttocks and his groin. I wriggled my ass against the length of it, shivering. He laughed. "Eager little bitch." I heard him turn the vibrator on as he pressed the tip of it to the nape of my neck, holding my hair aside with his hand. He slowly drew a line with it, around to my throat, up under my chin, let it buzz against my lower lip. I opened my mouth and he laughed again, "You see? Whore. Wanting to suck even a fake dick, that's how badly you want it. Go on, suck it then." He lifted it just a bit higher so I could get my mouth around it while his other hand slipped around my waist and rested over my pussy. He moved the vib in and out of my mouth as I sucked, his hand cupping my dripping sex, his lips to my ear whispering, "Such a good cocksucking whore, what a lovely slut…"

He pulled the toy from between my lips and trailed it down between my breasts and over my stomach. The hand over my pussy shifted and his fingers pressed down to part my outer lips as he touched just the very tip of the vibrator lightly to my clit. I moaned and let my head fall back against his shoulder, arching my back at the sensation. He pressed it harder, moving it in a tiny circle, then pulled it away, He did this again and again, leaving it buzzing against me for just a little bit longer each time, but keeping it away longer each time in between as well. I could feel my pussy muscles start clenching and releasing each time he came near with it, almost as if they were willing my pussy to somehow just reach out and grab it. My inner thighs were slick with my running juice as I became more and more desperate for him to stop teasing me. "Please!" I heard myself cry out. "Sgt Powell, please!"

I felt him move the humming tip of the vibrator down along my lips, pressing just the head gently inside. I sucked in my breath as I felt it begin to slip inside of me. Suddenly I felt his teeth sink into the flesh of my neck as he rammed the length of the vibrator up inside my cunt in one quick movement. "Aagh!" I cried loudly. He held us there like this, his teeth pinning my head to his shoulder, one hand pressing the vibrator deep up inside of me, the other arm folded across my stomach, keeping my body held tightly back against his. A long, glorious, suspended moment, the vibrator sending long undulating ripples of sensation radiating from the center of my body.

He released his hold across my stomach and dragged his teeth from my neck, nipping as he let go. His free hand now reached under me from behind and held the vibrator in place as he placed the other on my shoulder and pushed my body forwards, easing me down until my forehead rested on the carpet. I sighed and shuddered as he continued to work the vib gently, slowly, in and out.

"Now," he said calmly, "I'm going to untie you hands. When I do, you are going to take your right hand, reach down between your legs, and keep fucking your little whore cunt with that vibrator just exactly like I'm doing right now, understand?"

"Yes Officer." I slipped my freed hand between my slick thighs and took over the subtle pumping rhythm. I heard him unscrewing the cap from the bottle of oil and felt a small trickle at the top of my ass crack. I swallowed hard, knowing it would not be long now before I would be feeling his thick cock pushing its way deep into my tightest hole. Briefly I wondered if he was planning to try to loosen me a bit with his fingers first, or if he would go straight for sliding that big hard shaft right into me. Oh, god! I found myself both thrilled and terrified at the thought of the latter, but relieved as I felt his fingertip nudging its way into me. "Oooo, Sgt Powell," I moaned, feeling his knuckles sliding past my sphincter.

He began churning my asshole with his finger, keeping time with my own rhythm with the vibrator. "Yes, my little whore? Did you have something to say?"

I pushed myself up slightly off the floor with my free hand. "Ooo god, Officer, I – Oh! Oh!" My back arched and I fell forward again as I felt him slide in a second finger, the intensity of the stretching sensation overwhelming me.

"I'm sorry, I didn't quite understand what you were saying," he laughed. "Were you trying to say, 'Please, Officer, let's stop now?'" He increased his pace, really working those fingers in and out of my oiled hole.

"Oh, no!" I half gasped, half moaned. "Please, no!"

"Well, what could you have been trying to say then?" he teased. "Could it have been, 'Please, Officer, please fuck my tight slut ass with your big fat cock', could that've been it?"

I grunted "Yes," even though that wasn't what I'd been trying to say – truthfully, I hadn't been trying to say anything coherent – but it sure was what I wanted right now.

He suddenly withdrew his fingers and delivered a stinging slap to my ass. "Yes, WHAT?!" he thundered.

I winced. "Yes, Officer Powell, sir."

"AND?"

I lifted my head and peered back around at him. Oh those eyes, those eyes like ice, and yet so full of fire. Holding eye contact and willing my voice to sound as unruffled as possible, I purred (at least, I hoped it sounded like I purred) "Yes, Officer Powell, sir, I want you to please fuck my tight slut ass with your big fat cock."




Yes Officer Ch. 02



However I had sounded, it worked. I watched as he fought to keep down a smile, then dropped my head back down to the floor with a soft moan as I felt him begin stroking the bulbous head of his cock up and down my crack. I tried to concentrate on taking deep, calming breaths as he positioned the tip against my pucker and began to lean in. I stopped the rhythm with the vibrator and just held it inside of me, wanting nothing to interrupt the powerful moments of that beautiful dick demanding entry. Animalistic growling sounds I couldn't control started escaping my throat as I felt the incredible, almost-but-not-quite unbearable combination of pain and bliss as my asshole slowly stretched to accommodate his meaty shaft. It was amazing, feeling every millimeter sinking into me, slowly slowly, the sound of his low deep groans barely reaching my ears over the sound of my own. His fingers gripped my hips tightly and I could feel him slide in to the hilt.

Then, almost as slowly, he pulled completely back out of me, leaving me feeling emptier than I had ever felt in my life. I sobbed involuntarily as I felt the head of his cock pop gently out of me, "No, no, please, god, don't stop now."

"Oh don't you worry whore, I'm not finished with this ass yet," he promised, and then as if to prove it, pressed the head against my crack again and slid into me rapidly. For a second, I thought I might pass out at the intensity of sensation, and I bit my lip so hard I'm still amazed I didn't break the skin. He held still as I regained my senses, then grabbed handfuls of my ass flesh in his fingers and squeezed hard; so hard I could feel his neatly clipped nails digging into me. I let out a yelp. "Now, start fucking that whore cunt with your vibrator again, I never said you could stop," he instructed firmly.

"Y-y-y-yes sir," I gulped, starting to pump the toy gently in my box. 

He let go of his grip on my ass, but quickly followed that with a few short, sharp slaps to each buttock. "Faster than that."

"Yes, Officer."

"Pull it way out and slam is back in there. Fuck that pussy hard like I know you like it, slut. Fuck it hard while I fuck your ass hard, and don't you dare stop again, you hear me?" he said, laying in a few more good slaps.

I could not manage to answer, only moan and whimper as I did as he said and plunged the vibrator roughly in and out of my drenched pussy, so wet I could feel my juices starting to run down my arm, my hand occasionally losing its grip on the toy from the slickness. He began to pump his cock back and forth in my ass, somewhat slowly at first, then with increasing frequency, slamming deeply into me. His balls slapped against my hand at each stroke, and I felt myself carried on wave after wave of glorious physical sensations. Our combined growls and grunts were a primal, lupine symphony of instinctual pleasure.

I could feel myself building to a spectacular climax and tired desperately to get my voice to form actual words to tell him, but it was beyond my capability. All I could manage was an unintelligible string of desperate syllables, "Oh-m-oh-g-g-I-cu-mm-ga-oh…" 

Fortunately, he needed no further explanation. "Yeah, baby, go on, cum for me," he panted encouragingly. "Let me feel this good little whore cum with my big cock up her tight ass." He reached forward and grabbed my hair with both hands, pulling my head back roughly as he rammed deep into me. "Go on slut, do it now. Cum. Cum for me."

I let out a wail as the first wave of orgasm crashed into me, the roar of the ocean in my ears, my hand pumping the vibrator in my pussy furiously as I felt my muscles clamping around it in delicious spasms, again and again, and again. I could hear my own cries, long and high, but they sounded as thought they were distant, as though I was hearing them from underwater while my body was being pulled to and fro by the surf. And then, even more distant, the low rumble of his guidance, "My goooooood slut…that's it, keep cumming…you're not done, keep cumming…you know you love that nice dick deep in your ass, whore, look how hard it makes you cum…" Every time I thought I was nearing the end, my body would dissolve again into a mass of shuddering ecstasy.

After a while I became aware of how my soaked brow was grinding into the carpet under me, my forehead burning from the friction. "Officer," I rasped softly, trying to find my voice again as I returned to earth. "Officer Powell, please."

He had slowed his pace and was now moving in and out of my ass in long, slow strokes. "Yes, my beautiful slut?"

I shivered again. Why was it so thrilling to hear him call me that? "May I please stop with…My hand, my wrist…I can't keep…"

"Absolutely not," he said firmly. He reached under me and closed his hand over my drenched and sticky one, pushing the toy back firmly inside of me as he buried his cock as deeply as it would go in my ass. 

My cunt was buzzing from its own muscular rhythm along with the vibrator such that I couldn't feel it as separate from myself, just a delicious feeling of fullness and electricity that throbbed incessantly as he resumed plunging his meat relentlessly in and out of my quivering asshole. I had that sensation of hearing myself as though from a distance again, choking sobs and gasps as my body, under a will of its own, began to be wracked again by ripples of orgasm, some strong and violent, others gentle swells of pleasure. His powerful thrusting reached a crescendo and I drifted back into consciousness as he gave a mighty leonine roar and pushed into me with his full body weight, knocking me forward onto my stomach as I felt that fantastic cock twitch and heave in my bowels. His huge frame fell forward onto my back and his open mouth pressed against my shoulder, his throaty wails partially muffled by my gleaming flesh as he continued to spurt more deeply inside of me than any man had ever been, for what seemed like ages.

Neither of us moved for a time, save for involuntary twitching of our sweaty, exhausted bodies as our breathing gradually began to recover. His hand, which was still covering mine and holding the vib in place, gave mine a little squeeze and he lifted his weight off of me a little, causing his slightly softened cock to pull out of my anus. I sighed softly as I felt it ease out, feeling bruised and empty and gratified all at the same time. He extricated his arm from underneath me and rolled onto his back, and let out a huge breath. The vibrator slipped out of me and between my slick fingers to rest on the carpet between my legs.

I managed to summon the strength to turn my head to look at him as he lay there, his eyes closed, muscular chest rising and falling, forehead glistening with beads of sweat. As I started to regain the ability to collect my thoughts, I wondered, who is this man? And why do I let him do this to me? And, suddenly, scarily, what if he never did it again? I couldn't quite get my mind around it, but I somehow just knew he had awakened a need in me, and the thought that he could just walk out the door and that would be the end of it was almost heartbreaking.

Eventually he opened his eyes, and gazed back at me wordlessly for a moment, stonefaced. He cleared his throat. "Get up," he ordered, softly but firmly.

I tried to push myself up, but my spent muscles refused to cooperate. "I don't think I can," I murmured meekly.

With surprisingly abrupt agility, he pulled himself up to a kneeling position. "I said, get up, whore."

I whimpered and shook as I somehow forced my aching body back up to my knees and sat trembling on my heels, facing him but with my eyes lowered. I could feel him studying my face as I focused on his beautiful cock, softened now but still damp, resting gently in a tangle of wiry whitish blond pubic hair. A small drop of pearly cum sat enticingly at its very tip. As I knelt I could feel similar drops leaking their way out of my raw fucked ass.

He cleared his throat again. "You had better go get yourself cleaned up, slut," he said gently. He got to his feet – slightly shakily, I noticed – and helped me do the same, with considerable effort. Once upright my knees buckled and he pulled my tightly to him, one arm around my waist and the other hand under my armpit, supporting my weight. I pressed my face into his chest and breathed the smell of him deeply into my lungs. Slowly he eased me back onto my own and bent to pickup my robe from off the floor. "Go take a shower," he commanded, holding it out to me.

Slowly, on my wobbly legs, I headed up the stairs to the bathroom, and caught a glimpse of my swollen and tear-streaked face in the mirror on the way in, my forehead red and rubbed raw from grinding into the carpet. Still feeling rather unsteady, I decided to run a bath rather than have a shower, and groaned with both pain and pleasure as I lowered myself into the steaming water. I relaxed back in the tub and let my mind play over the incredible scene that had just taken place in my life. My fingers slipped between my thighs to caress my sore but still greedy pussy as I replayed it in my mind, feeling the tingle of my well-ravaged asshole, and I brought myself to another climax there in the water as I savored the memory of his voice calling me a slut and urging me to cum for him.

I toweled off and combed my wet hair, delaying going back downstairs for as long as possible. I knew he wouldn't be there when I did and somehow I wanted to put off facing that. When I did go back down to the empty living room, the earthy smell of our fucking still hung faintly in the air. I sighed and went into the kitchen for a drink. A good, strong drink.

The broken glass had been cleaned up, and the olive oil placed back in its place in the cupboard. I giggled aloud at the sight of my vibrator, washed and now drying in the drainboard along with the plates and mugs from earlier. It seemed such a curiously touching gesture – he'd broken in and ravaged me utterly, and yet left as a tidy houseguest. It wasn't until I'd poured myself a not-altogether-small glass of scotch that I noticed the parcel on the table. I sat down (and winced – I was starting to suspect sitting down might be a bit less comfortable than usual for a day or two) and opened the large padded envelope.

It was the videotape, and a short note:

"No one else has seen this tape. You now have the only copy. You can destroy it if you want but I hope you won't. I hope you will watch it every day and think about how much you love being my whore.

P.S. Get an alarm system. There are people out there that would really hurt you, you know."

I smiled and put the video away in a safe place in the living room, and went out into the twilight to bring Luther in for his dinner.