Pixie Isobella

When Serafina received a sex toy in the mail, she was too excited to ask questions about who sent it or why. And now the police are on her doorstep. Do they want the toy or do they just want her? All she knows is that she wants them to fuck her, as rough and filthy as possible…

Serafina’s Gift is a serial story. This is Chapter 4. To start at the beginning, here is Chapter 1.

Tags: police officers, dubious consent, MMF sex, blow job, degradation

Serafina’s Gift: Chapter 4

I felt hard fingers sliding across the wetness between my legs before pushing straight into my cunt. I gasped, half in shock, half in pleasure. Oh wow. I hadn’t been touched in so long and it felt so good.

‘You’re wet, aren’t you, doll?’ the cop grunted from behind me where I couldn’t see him. ‘Is it the toy or are you always this wet?’ This man, I decided, was good cop.

‘I bet the slut is always wet,’ grunted the cop who was still sitting on my couch. Bad cop, I decided I was going to start calling him in my head.

They hadn’t told me their names and I hadn’t seen their ID long enough to catch names. Some part of me didn’t want to make this real by knowing their names. I was enjoying the real-fantasy of being searched and fucked by the police too much.

The fingers in my cunt were rough and invasive. He wasn’t fingering me so much as shoving his fingers into me, showing me how deep he could get inside me and enjoying invading me as much as possible.

‘You like hands inside you, don’t you, darling?’ he grunted in my ear, as he pulled his fingers half out and shoved them roughly deeper again, grinding his hand into me to get deeper again. I could feel his whole large body against mine and it felt exciting, even as I started to whimper at the invasive feeling between my legs.

His other hand had been in my hair, holding my head still, but now he slid it down my body, across my back and around the front under my stretched-out arms and took hold of my bare breast, squeezing slightly. ‘Don’t you, darling?’ he asked, a note of warning in his voice, even as it stayed kind.

‘Y-yes,’ I whimpered, embarrassed at myself.

‘Good. That’s good.’ His hand closed tightly around my breast, squeezing hard enough to feel controlling but not hard enough to be truly painful. ‘I’m happy to shove my fingers inside your hole anytime. Now, get down on the floor.’

He used his grip on my breast and his other hand on my hip to force me down to the ground, onto my knees, then he grabbed me by the hair – not painfully, just enough to control me – and pulled my head back to look at him. Out of the corner of my eyes I could see the other man’s lower trouser legs and boots, spread arrogantly wide on my rug while he sat on the lounge.

Above me, the man I was calling good cop was scarily large and strong, looming over me. I could see his member was hard inside his trousers and I heard my breathing speed up at the thought of him fucking me. 

‘You’re going to be good to me, aren’t you, Raffy?’ he smirked, holding my head back so that I had to meet his eyes, my back arching backwards to force my boobs forward. ‘You’re going to do what I like, aren’t you?’

I tried to nod but I couldn’t, he was holding my head so tightly. ‘Yes,’ I tried to say but my voice only came out as a croaky whisper. ‘Yes,’ I murmured again, forcing sound into my voice.

‘Good,’ he grinned, releasing my hair. I looked half-excitedly, half-fearfully up at him as he loosened his belt and unfastened his uniform trousers, pulling down his fly. His shaft sprang out into the air, thick and long, already hard, the circumcised head broad and flat. He reached down with his hand to grab my hair again, grinning down at me.

‘You know what to do, don’t you Raffy?’

‘Sluts like this always know what their mouths are for,’ came the uncouth voice of the other cop – bad cop – from the lounge behind me. I blushed, red hot. I couldn’t help it, his words were so degrading, so offensive.

But I also loved it. I realised I was wetter than ever between my legs. I couldn’t wait for them to stop mouthing off and just fuck me already.

Good cop angled my head towards his shaft and automatically I opened my mouth, ready and waiting to feel him push across my lips. ‘Get me nice and hard, you little slut,’ he grunted at me as I felt a thin stream of pre-cum land on my face.

I licked at the head of his cock as he came within range, then opened my lips wide as he pushed himself into my mouth. He tasted like sex – strong and musky, his shaft a rigid rod holding my jaw open, filling my mouth. He didn’t force himself into me, letting me control the depth and angle, even as he sunk two hands into my hair, cradling my head against his groin. 

I let the tip of his cock drift across the top of my mouth, loving the feeling of him inside me, the slippery feeling of his juices lubricating my mouth. I started to lick and suck, using my whole mouth to caress his shaft, falling into a regular rhythm, in and out, my lips closing strongly around his shaft. Above me, I could see his eyes closed in bliss and he was groaning as his hands tightened in my hair.

The feeling of his cock in my mouth was making me even more horny – as always – and I hoped he wouldn’t cum in my mouth. I wanted to be fucked so badly.

I needn’t have worried. He let me suck on him for a long time, until my jaw started to ache. I had gagged a couple of times from the depth but he always let me pull back and get my balance again. But eventually, he pulled on my hair to pull my mouth back off his cock and I looked at him, half-fearful.

Oh gods, I wanted his cock inside me – properly inside me, in my cunt – but I also still couldn’t believe I was doing this.

He stroked his thumb across my lips, his other hand still in my hair. ‘I’m going to fuck you, you stupid horny slut,’ he murmured at me, his words thick with desire. ‘You’ll like that, won’t you?’

I was feeling dazed and I didn’t get a chance to answer before the other police officer spoke snidely from behind me. ‘It’s all sluts like this know,’ he grunted, and I could tell that he was being deliberately vicious, deliberately offensive. ‘Fill them with cock and cum, and their brains stop working’.

The man standing over me smiled, his voice still soft and kind. ‘Are you going to be my blow-up toy, Raffy? Say yes.’

‘Yes,’ I murmured with lips that felt wooden, my mouth still stiff from his cock, even as I blushed again.

Dear gods, what was I even thinking?

‘Good girl’. 

The man’s voice was curt and he didn’t waste time. He pushed me physically backwards and I fell, startled, onto the soft rug, only to shriek in surprise as I felt hard hands on my hips, flipping me over onto my front on the floor, pulling me roughly up onto my knees.

I had a moment of feeling utterly vulnerable, my arse in the air, his hands on my hips, my face against the floor, able to see the other cop’s boots within arms reach. Then I forgot everything as I felt a hard cock pushing against my entrance, sliding hungrily into me.

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