‘Finally,’ he said, his erect shaft in my face. His eyes held mine fiercely. I couldn’t believe how cruel he was being, and I hated that I liked it. ‘Are you going to make it good for me, Raffy?’ he murmured, his hand on my breast squeezing hard. A reminder. A warning. ‘I like punishing stupid sluts like you, Raffy.’
Serafina’s Gift is a serial story. This is Chapter 6. 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 6
‘Lick my cock,’ said bad cop in a harsh voice. ‘Show me how much you want me.’
Instinctively obedient, I lowered my open lips to his hard shaft. His words echoed in my ears, even as I struggled to concentrate because of good cop’s hard member deep inside me from behind.
Are you going to make it good for me, Raffy?
I like punishing stupid sluts like you.
Do what I tell you next time and I won’t have to hurt you.
The sensations were overwhelming and I loved it so much. I ran my tongue tentatively across the tip of his erect penis. He tasted musky and salty, his slippery precum coating my tongue. I couldn’t believe I was doing this, not with a stranger.
I also couldn’t believe how much I wanted to make it good for him, even though he was harsh and rude. I threw all my energy into giving the tip of his shaft a time he would remember – licking back and forth and around, caressing him firmly with my tongue. I gasped each time a fresh stream of musky precum flowed across my tongue. The man groaned, his hand clenching into my hair in desire.
Behind me, good cop had manhandled me sideways onto my wide lounge, and my knees blessedly touched the surface again. He was buried balls deep inside me, his hands possessive on my hips, his shaft grinding slowly, ignoring me and using my cunt like a fuck toy. I was surprised at how much that turned me on.
Bad cop had one hand in my hair and his other hand squeezing my breast, once again careless as to what I was feeling, focusing on his own desires.
‘That’s enough of that,’ he murmured after a long while, his voice gasping with desire. ‘Open wide, darling.’
I gasped as he pushed hard down on my head and his shaft slid resistless straight into my open mouth. He pushed himself deep against the back of my throat and I half-choked then recovered myself.
‘Suck hard, slut,’ he murmured. ‘Time to take your medicine.’
He felt like an iron rod in my mouth, his silken skin soft and pleasing against my lips and palate. I started sucking on and licking his shaft, closing my lips tightly around him over my teeth and fucking up and down.
‘Good girl,’ he murmured once, his hand still firm in my hair. ‘Just like that. Until I tell you to stop.’
I felt disconnected from myself – penetrated from behind and in front was a new sensation for me. I couldn’t keep both experiences in my head at the same time. Behind me, good cop had started to fuck me harder, pulling out strongly and slamming himself back into me, each thrust forcing me deeper onto bad cop’s cock in my mouth.
I lost count, struggling to breathe, forcing myself to keep sucking on bad cop’s member in my mouth, even as good cop jabbed himself harshly into my insides. He started pounding short and fast, deep into me like a jackhammer, and I wanted to scream from the intense almost-pain sensation except that I couldn’t because bad cop was filling my mouth.
I thought I was going to die from the sensations when good cop finally came with a guttural roar, deep inside me. His movements slowed and I had time to realise that tears were streaming down my face and saliva running from my mouth as I struggled to breathe with bad cop’s shaft pushed deep against the back of my mouth.
‘Fuck…’ groaned bad cop, leaning back lazily on my lounge. His hand closed cruelly around my breast and I gasped in pain. He laughed, briefly, a happy, relaxed, horny sound. Behind me, good cop pulled his softening shaft from me and I whimpered at the sensation of sudden emptiness.
The man slapped my butt, laughing too with the euphoria of his release. ‘Good cow,’ he said briefly, and I felt myself blushing red hot at the degrading term.
Bad cop moved, grabbing me tighter by the hair and pulling me physically up off his shaft. I gasped but didn’t have time to process as he pushed me roughly backwards, flipping me so that that I landed gasping on my back, my legs spread wide and ungainly. Before I could catch my breath, he was standing over me, pulling his uniform trousers roughly down past his hips.
He didn’t remove his boots and his trousers dropped only to his knees, as he stepped back between my legs, his knees on the lounge, his hands to either side of me. Above me, between us, his hard shaft hung in the air, pointing at me like an accusation, precum streaming freely from across my inner thighs and pussy.
He held my eyes with his dark eyes, lowering his hips to my hips, his hands on either side of my torso.
‘You’ve fantasised about this, haven’t you, Raffy?’ He asked me, his voice hoarse with desire. ‘You’re just a hole to be used, aren’t you?’
I whimpered up at him, unreasonably turned on by his degrading words, unable to believe I was lying, legs spread so eagerly beneath him, my cunt wet and slippery with another man’s cum, desperate to be filled and fucked again.
He lowered his hips further and I moaned as I felt his hard shaft sliding up and down across my pussy, whimpering at the knowledge that his juices were mingling into mine. I could feel his trousers and belt rough against my inner thighs and I hated how the wanton feeling of him fucking me still half-clothed turned me on even more.
‘Gods,’ he murmured, his voice rough, his shaft still teasing my pussy. ‘I’m going to split you open, darling. Make you scream.’
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