Serafina can’t get enough of the two police officers who invaded her house, and they can’t get enough of her. As they get ready to ‘search’ her butthole, Serafina remembers they came here searching for the sex toy she was sent in the mail. Whatever happens, they mustn’t find it.
Serafina’s Gift is a serial story. This is Chapter 8. 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, anal sex
Serafina’s Gift: Chapter 8
‘Roll over,’ good cop said roughly. ‘I want the slut’s butt.’
I wanted to say that I couldn’t move but I realised that the words weren’t meant for me anyway.
Bad cop lifted himself up onto his arms and knees, his sweaty torso finally lifting off mine. He grabbed me and rolled me over physically on the wide lounge so that I was lying on top of him. He drove his hips up to mine all the while he was moving, and I came to rest on my knees above him, his shaft still buried deep in my vagina.
I was starting to feel like a puppet, used and controlled by these men, my body available for their pleasure. I could feel bad cop’s cock starting to stiffen again inside me.
The feeling excited me. Maybe he would fuck me again. I didn’t want this impromptu gangbang to be over just yet…
‘You like arse-cock?’ bad cop murmured up at me, his face contented and relaxed from his orgasm, his hips pumping up towards me lazily as he slowly grew erect again inside me.
Good cop laughed behind me in response. I moaned to feel his hands tighten on my hips and the careless note in his voice as he spoke. ‘I don’t give a shit what the slut likes,’ he said. ‘I like arse.’
I heard the rustling sound of a condom and I gasped to feel his fingers, cold and slippery, run back and forth across my anus. I wanted to tell him that I’d never actually had a cock in my butt before, that I wasn’t sure if I would like it.
But I was also panting in unbidden desire at the thought of being fucked there.
I had always wanted to know what it felt like.
I shrieked to feel a finger penetrate the tight rosebud, pushing deep in up to his third knuckle. He fucked me with it a couple of times, then withdrew and I felt him adding more lube, then I shrieked again as he slid two fingers right into me. It felt wrong and good at the same time. I could feel the fingers inside me rubbing against bad cop’s shaft still in my cunt and it felt weirdly invasive.
My butt felt so tight that I could not believe the man would get his cock inside me there.
‘Slut’s pretty tight,’ good cop spoke above me. ‘You been shafted here before, darling?’
‘No,’ I murmured, flushing red hot across my face at the question. I was hating and loving the feeling of him probing at my backside, treating me like a collection of holes. The tight muscles around my butthole were complaining at having to stretch to allow his fingers into me and I felt invaded by the odd sensation.
‘Guess you’ll learn if you like it then,’ he said laconically and I flushed at his careless tone. ‘Push out against my shaft. I’m going to go all the way in.’
I flushed again, looking away as bad cop beneath me laughed up at me. He bucked his hips up rhythmically against me while he laughed, a mini-fucking motion with his stiffening cock inside me. It reminded me of the motion of a fairground ride, and I blushed with humiliation.
‘Gotta search all your holes, Raffy,’ he sneered. ‘Unless you want to be taken down to the station for the sergeant and the lads to do a proper body search?’
I blushed hotter. I had forgotten that this was about the toy. Oh gods, I couldn’t let them take the toy away. I needed it.
Briefly, the thought flashed into my head that I had no idea where the toy had come from. And why did it feel different each time I used it? Why did I get the sense that it adapted to what my body wanted? Why did the cops even know I had it?
And was I ever going to be able to stop myself using it, now that I had discovered how amazing it was to be able to cum whenever, however I wanted?
Behind me, it felt like good cop was treating my anus like the butt of a turkey for basting, sliding his fingers in and out of me, adding more lube each time. His fingers felt stiff and invasive, and I could feel the lube dripping cold and wet inside me. I felt invaded and filthy, and I cursed myself that some part of me was loving the attention.
‘Such a good girl,’ murmured good cop behind me. ‘Look at you. All lubed up and ready for your fucking.’ He withdrew his fingers, and slapped my butt gently a couple of times. I heard him wiping his fingers on his handkerchief and I flushed at what he must be able to see.
‘A good hole,’ the man chuckled. I blushed red hot at the words. My butt felt sensitive from his fingers and I whimpered. I still couldn’t believe I was doing this. He kept talking. ‘Tell me you want me fuck your butthole.’
I licked my lips. My throat felt dry and I didn’t know how to talk.
Did I want him to fuck my butthole? I didn’t know.
The slap came out of nowhere, across my face. It was bad cop, and I blinked down at him, startled. ‘Do what you’re told, bitch,’ he growled up at me.
‘I…’ I started, and broke off. Bad cop raised an eyebrow at me, a question mark. A warning. ‘I w-want you to fuck my b-butthole,’ I gasped out past numb lips. It felt indescribably wanton to say the words out loud and I blushed hotly.
‘Of course you do,’ murmured good cop behind me. ‘You were made for cock, weren’t you, you little slut.’
His hands gripped my butt cheeks harder, pulling them apart to expose my butthole even more. ‘Push out like a good girl,’ good cop murmured. ‘I want to see inside you.’
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