I was naked, on my elbows and knees, my butt in the air. I panted, my breathing hard and fast, ready and waiting. The cops’ words cycled around in my head. ‘You’re going to make it good for us, aren’t you, Raffy?’
Serafina’s Gift is a serial story. This is Chapter 5. To start at the beginning, here is Chapter 1.
Tags: police officers, dubious consent, MMF sex, blow job, degradation, bareback sex, face slaps
Serafina’s Gift: Chapter 5
I was naked, on my elbows and knees, my butt high in the air, feeling vulnerable.
The man I was calling bad cop’s words rang in my ears in his deliberately cruel voice.
Being fucked is all that sluts like this know.
Fill them with cock and cum, and their brains stop working.
Then I forgot everything as I felt a hard cock pushing against my entrance, sliding hungrily into me. Behind me, the other man’s were hard on my hips, controlling me. My face was buried in my carpet and bad cop’s boots were just near my head.
I should’ve been scared but I wasn’t. I was so wet and needy and I just wanted to fuck.
The head of good cop’s shaft was hard and round, and he played with my entrance for a long time, pushing in, pulling out, rubbing around in circling motions. I could hear his voice behind me, groaning in pleasure and I whimpered softly in response.
He was using me bareback and I imagined his juices sliding into me. It made me shiver with desire. I bucked my hips rhythmically against his hands and pulsed my inner muscles to encourage him. The men’s words cycled around in my head, only serving to make me wetter and hornier.
You’re going to make it good for me, aren’t you, Serafina?
I’m happy to shove my fingers inside your hole anytime.
Sluts like this always know what their holes are for.
Then good cop starting pushing himself deeper into me, grunting hard as he went deeper, all the way inside my needy cunt. He was long and thick and he filled me all the way, feeling better even than the toy had been the last weeks.
A stray thought drifted through my head that the toy had been getting me ready for this, preparing me… But I dismissed it. The feeling inside me was just too damn good and I didn’t want to think about anything else.
Good cop ground himself deeply into me for a long time. I quivered to feel his thickness stretching my entrance, the stiff rod inside me. Then he started to fuck me harder in a rhythmic in-and-out motion, forcing himself all the way inside so that I shrieked when the head of his hard shaft hammered into my sensitive inner wall. Instinctively I tried to pull away but the man didn’t let me, the strong hands on my hips holding me against him.
Against the floor, my bare breasts swung back and forth with the violence of his thrusts, the nipples rubbing on the carpet, turning me on even more.
‘Bring her over here’ growled bad cop and I whimpered in sudden anticipation. This cop was the mean one. What was he going to do to me?
Oh gods, I wanted him to touch me so badly, and I didn’t even know why.
Good cop slapped my butt, grunting at me in a harsh voice.
‘Get moving, slut.’
Behind me, good cop’s cock was still deep inside me. I felt embarrassed as he forced me to crawl, crablike towards his partner, while still fucking me from behind. He manhandled me across the floor, forcing me to climb awkwardly over bad cop’s outstretched legs.
The man didn’t move his boots out of the way for me and I whimpered at how much that turned me on.
You are not important.
You belong on the floor, underneath my boots.
Good cop manhandled me around so that I was facing bad cop. The man was still seated arrogantly on the lounge, his legs spread wide. Looking up, half in anticipation, half in fear, I saw his large cock tenting his uniform trousers.
Oh gods, did I really want him to fuck me?
But I knew the answer was yes.
Good cop forced me forward and I pulled myself up against the lounge, my face embarrassingly close to bad cop’s groin. Behind me, good cop released my hips briefly, then I heard him remove his belt. He wrapped it around my hips, fastening it loosely, then I half-screamed as he pulled me physically up into the air, my knees leaving the ground as he held onto the belt, his thick shaft still inside me.
I felt suddenly so insanely vulnerable. My toes still touched the ground, my legs bent, but with my knees off the ground, I couldn’t control the depth or the speed at all. I couldn’t believe the strength of him, able to hold my hips up that high.
I was completely in his hands. As if to highlight this, good cop slammed his shaft hard back into me, the feeling on my sensitive inner wall a mix between pleasure and pain.
I screamed.
Oh gods, it was good. But maybe I would die.
The man kept ramming himself into me but I didn’t have time to concentrate on him because in front of me, bad cop was holding me by the hair, forcing my head back so that I had to look at him.
‘You enjoying yourself, slut?’ he asked, a wide grin on his face. ‘This is what you’re built for, isn’t it?’
I couldn’t answer, the sensations from my groin were too intense and it was impossible to form words.
‘I bet you are,’ he murmured, humping his hard groin up at me suggestively. His other hand dropped to my breast and I shuddered to feel him touching the soft flesh. He stroked gently back and forward, seeming to enjoy the sensation of the soft globe against his fingers, his thumb rubbing back and forth across the hard nipple.
He grinned at me. ‘You know, good girls don’t get their tits out like this for us to look at and play with.’ His fingers closed tightly around the base of my breast, squeezing hard, as he held my eyes with his. It hurt and I knew it was deliberate. ‘Are you going to scream when I hurt you, Raffy?’
It felt like a violation for him to hurt me somewhere so private as my breast, but I whimpered at how much it turned me on. I tried to form words but I couldn’t, good cop was still fucking me from behind – his stamina was intense – and my thoughts were too scattered.
Bad cop released my breast and slapped me hard across the face. ‘That’s what you get for not answering me,’ he said vindictively right into my face. ‘Now, undo my belt so I can fuck you.’
I whimpered uncontrollably, unable to take my eyes away from his. My hands scrabbled at his belt, feeling the hard swell of his erection behind his trousers, and I shivered, starting to breathe hard and fast. I couldn’t get his belt undone, my hands weren’t working and kept slipping. I cursed internally.
‘Get it open, you stupid whore,’ he growled at me, slapping me again out of nowhere, his hand rough and hard. Half sobbing, I was unable to believe that the other man was still grinding himself into me from behind.
I struggled with my knees off the ground, the feeling of the belt digging into the soft skin around the my hips. I forced my fingers to work. I pulled bad cop’s belt open and fumbled at the button and zipper on his trousers, forcing my hands to move.
He wasn’t wearing underwear and his hard cock sprang forward into my face as I pulled the zipper down.
I was breathing harshly, panting from the effort, feeling tears slide down my face from the slaps. Bad cop’s hand was still in my hair, his other hand holding my breast again.
‘Finally,’ he murmured, his eyes holding mine fiercely with his again. ‘You took your time. I like punishing stupid sluts like you, Raffy. Move faster next time and I won’t have to hurt you.’
I couldn’t stop whimpering, and I couldn’t stop the tears sliding down my face. I couldn’t believe how cruel he was being, and I hated that I liked it.
I wanted so much more. I wanted more than his hand on my breast, holding it possessively, greedily. I wanted to feel where this would go next. I wanted to know what it would feel like with his shaft inside me, his hands and hot breath on my skin, his voice growling at me arrogantly, brutally.
‘Are you going to make it good for me, Raffy?’ he murmured, his hand on my breast squeezing a little harder. A reminder. A warning.
I forced myself to make words. ‘Y-y-yes. Yes.’
‘Good choice.’ His words were sarcastic, the praise sounding cruel when coming from him. ‘Lick my cock. Show me how much you want me.’
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