The air felt solid around my fingers, as I reached toward him. The slickness of his pants spoke to the power of the uniform, the depth of his authority. I pushed the button through the buttonhole, heard the sound of each tooth of the zipper.
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Each individual click sounded like another step down the staircase to inescapable depravity. Somewhere in the back of my mind, a tiny rational voice screamed that this wouldn’t be something I would be able to walk back from.
I swallowed dryly as I thought about why I had placed that godforsaken ad in the first place.
I wanted to be humiliated. Degraded. Used and covered in dozens of loads of cum. I was tired of waiting for someone to do it for me. I was tired of the innocent, vanilla vibes that kept men from using me that way I had always fantasized about. The sweet face and quiet voice were a hindrance to what I really wanted. The ad was an excuse to break free from all of that, an excuse to set all reason to the wind.
I thought about how I had felt, kneeling in the parking garage. How different it felt to not be bound by everything that had come before.
In a way, it was terrifying, but I couldn’t deny how my pussy dripped.
And Damian… the thought of him, and everything he had done since I met him, made me shiver.
The police officer’s cock popped out of his pants, already hard and ready. I looked up at him, as a shudder ran through my body. Idly, I wondered how many of these “checks” he made for possible solicitation. Even in the dim light, his eyes flashed with his arousal.
Damian’s voice floated from where he leaned against his car. “Get on with it, doll. I’ve got places to be tonight.”
There was something about that sentence that made my breath hitch. He had places to be tonight?
Inwardly, I admonished myself, feeling the heat prickle along my cheeks.
Of course he had somewhere to be. I, on the other hand, belonged on my knees, anywhere, watching ropes of cum being unloaded onto my face.
My breath came out in a ragged hiss.
I pushed my lips over the velvet hardness of the officer’s cock, and I moaned as he filled my mouth.
Degenerate. Needy, pathetic slut.
Deeper and deeper he slid into me, as the words repeated in my mind, the truth of them solidifying as he found the back of my throat. His fingers gripped my hair, making me wince. He tipped my head backward, and I was forced to look up at him, looming over me.
“I don’t want to feel any teeth, got it? Be a good little whore and take it.”
I nodded, as far as I could.
“Good.”
His grip tightened, and pain shot through my head, as I felt a wad of spit land directly between my eyes.
My shoulders caved in, and the only thing keeping me from collapsing onto the ground was his unrelenting grip. A sound escaped my mouth that might have been the beginning of a sob, but he used that minute relaxation to push himself even deeper into my throat. I gagged, as a torrent of throat slime spilled from between my lips and down my chin. I could feel his spit run down the bridge of my nose and pool in the corners of my eyes.
Naive, dumb slut.
How did I think no one would demand the use of my throat? Of course they’d want a warm mouth to fuck.
I was so stupid.
He pulled my face closer to his torso, forcing his cock further down my throat. My body rebelled at the intrusion, and I jerked backward, my own saliva dripping onto my tits.
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