Pixie Isobella

I gave him the blow job of his life and now he wants to fuck me properly… Bad cop laughed at me, his breath hot on my face and breasts. I knew that he didn’t care what I was feeling, and unreasonably that turned me on even more. I wanted to feel him hammering himself inside me… Serafina can’t get enough of the two police officers who invaded her house, and they can’t get enough of her.

Serafina’s Gift is a serial story. This is Chapter 7. To start at the beginning, here is Chapter 1.

Tags: police officers, dubious consent, MMF sex, blow job, degradation, bareback sex, face slaps, rough sex

Serafina’s Gift: Chapter 7

‘I’m going to split you open, darling. Make you scream.’

Bad cop’s voice was rough as his hard cock teased my pussy.

I had only a moment to process his words in wide-eyed almost-fright, then he had located my entrance and was pushing himself fiercely into me, shoving himself deep, not allowing my body time to adjust to his thickness.

‘Hole,’ he said into my face as I gasped in shock beneath him. I moaned to feel my cunt spasming tightly around him in response to the single, degrading word.

He just laughed in response, his hot breath on my face and breasts. He hooked first one arm then the other around my legs and pushed them wide above my head, pushing down on them with all his weight. I moaned to feel him sink even deeper into me, knowing that my cunt was now completely unprotected, wide open to his invasion.

I looked up wide-eyed, panting at his look of triumph, then all thoughts scattered as he lifted his hips high, pulling almost all the way out of me before slamming himself hard back into me.

I screamed.

It was instinctive, an immediate response to the pleasure-pain sensation between my legs as he started to batter me roughly, his shaft a piston that he drove into me again and against, ruthlessly crushing the soft flesh of my cunt against my pubic bone, making me scream and my eyes tear up as his large cock drove deeply into my inner wall, stabbing and bruising my insides.

It felt amazing and shocking at the same time. I couldn’t catch my breath, I couldn’t stop myself screaming each time he slammed back into me, cruelly and carelessly as to what I was feeling.

I could see he was enjoying hurting me, dominating me, forcing me to endure his rough penetration. But I also knew that he didn’t care what I was feeling, and unreasonably that turned me on even more. Out of the corner of my eyes I could see good cop fingering himself, his cock hard again as he watch his colleague fuck me, and I whimpered at how much the sight of him turned me on.

Then bad cop’s hammering into my insides sped up and I couldn’t focus on anything else except breathing and screaming, unable to keep up with the pace he was setting, feeling my entire body shake each time he slammed himself into me.

‘Hole,’ he gasped again in a rough voice, his words in time with his thrusts. ‘Stupid. Hole. Take. That. Scream. Louder. What. You. Deserve.’

I did scream louder, overwhelmed by the sensations, feeling my pussy bruise against my pubic bone as he ground hard, fiercely against me. I didn’t know what I wanted – whether it was for him to stop or for him to go on forever. I felt as though his shaft was a drill or a pylon, ramming again and again into me, and I felt that sooner or later I would split open, my body giving way before him.

Eventually, his breathing quickened and his thrusts quickened and I knew that he too was going to cum.

I flushed again at the knowledge he was bareback inside me. I hadn’t fucked a man bareback before today and I loved it so much – the wetness I could feel inside me and the knowledge that his seed – filthy, dirty – would sink into me, swim around inside me, sink deeper into my womb.

Bad cop came with a gasp and a grunt, and I panted beneath him as his thrusts slowed to a gentle rocking rhythm, his body relaxing down onto mine.

‘Slut,’ he murmured in a voice rough with spent passion, his body heavy on mine, his shaft still buried deep inside me. His head settled down on my chest and his hand closed possessively around one of my breasts. He released my legs and I felt them sprawl backwards, ungainly.

I felt wanton and used, turned into a fucktoy for these strangers who had invaded my home. Lying on top of me, taking his rest after cumming, I felt as though bad cop’s body was imprinting into mine. He shuddered once, and then again, as little aftershocks ricocheted through his body.

I whimpered to know that, each time, more hot seed was spurting into me.

I realised that good cop was moving back towards the couch. I watched resistless as he knelt – naked now, he had removed his uniform – with his knees either side of my head.

He chuckled down at me, his hard shaft hanging in the air above me, a single finger stroking my dirty face. ‘You’re going to be a good girl, aren’t you, Raffy? Take some more cock?’

I moaned up at him, begging him wordlessly with my eyes to give me a break so I could have a rest, but I knew the answer was actually yes. Somehow, I couldn’t seem to get enough of them both, and while I wished that bad cop would get off me, I wasn’t going to stop good cop using my mouth.

He didn’t wait for an answer anyway, lowering his hips down to my face while holding onto the back of the lounge. His shaft was hot and silken smooth against my open lips, and I opened my mouth wide to let him in.

He didn’t want a blowjob so much as to fuck my face and I realised, ruefully, that his position above me gave him excellent purchase to push himself as deeply as he wanted to go into my mouth. He took full advantage of that, forcing me to take him deeply, seemingly uncaring each time I gagged. My mouth was full of the strong scent of him, his slippery precum filling my senses and sliding unbidden down my throat.

I felt awkward and embarrassed at good cop fucking my face while bad cop still lay heavy on me, his shaft hardening slowly inside me.

Finally good cop was done with my mouth and he pulled out, precum still streaming from him, dropping in a slippery stream across my lips and face.

‘Roll over,’ he said roughly. ‘I want the slut’s butt.’

Would you like to read more? Chapter 8 is here.

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