Pixie Isobella

He’s holding my butt cheeks open, looking at my butt. ‘Open up, like a good girl,’ he murmurs. ‘I want to look inside you.’ I don’t want him to see inside me, but I obey. They just invaded my house this morning and I don’t know when they’re going to stop fucking me.

Serafina’s Gift is a serial story. This is Chapter 9. To start at the beginning, here is Chapter 1.

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

Serafina’s Gift: Chapter 9

‘Push out like a good girl,’ good cop murmured, his hands on my butt cheeks. ‘I want to see inside you.’

Flushing, I obeyed, feeling red move down my face and throat at the thought of him looking inside my butthole. There was a long pause and I could hear him breathing, and I moaned, trembling at the thought of what he could see.

‘You’re a good little hole, Raffy,’ good cop said. ‘We’ll teach you to get your butt further open in time.’

I moaned at the words, then I gasped as I felt the warm tip of his penis against the tight rosebud between my butt cheeks. My breathing quickened in anticipation. Oh gods, this was it, he was going to fuck me here, and I still didn’t know if I would like it. Was it going to hurt? I had no idea.

Good cop’s cock was warm and felt like nothing at first, just a hard, round object against my butthole. I didn’t think he could ever get himself inside me there. Then he pushed and I could feel myself giving way, the slippery, well-lubed flesh opening up as he probed, driving into me.

The tip of his shaft was hard and I whimpered. He was too large, I didn’t think he would ever fit inside me. It felt like a thick wedge pushing into my tight flesh, the tight hole complaining that it wasn’t meant to be stretched open like this. 

‘Push out, darling’ good cop ordered me. ‘Open up for me.’ Obediently I pushed back against him and felt the head of his cock push a little further into me. I felt the entrance to my anus opening up wider and wider, the tight muscles being stretched even further open. I knew that if I was open enough, his strength could just do the rest, he would force himself against my vulnerable opening and slide straight inside me. 

‘She’s a tight whore,’ the man gasped. ‘Fuck, this is going to be good. I don’t care if you don’t enjoy it, Raffy. This isn’t about you.’

I moaned, flushing at his cruel words. I felt invaded and objectified, and I wasn’t sure if I was enjoying myself but I didn’t want to stop. The new sensation of my anus being opened felt so fundamentally wrong but it also turned me on deeply in some place I didn’t even know had existed. It felt like he was pushing a truncheon at my butthole and I was equally scared and disbelieving that he would ever get himself inside me.

But good cop pushed harder and I gasped to feel myself being stretched open. I knew my butt was opening up wider and wider, held open in a way that felt unnatural. I pushed back again with my muscles and suddenly I felt the head of his thick shaft slide straight into my butthole.

Oh gods.

I shrieked at the sensation. 

It was too invasive, too much like a rod of iron up my butt. I wanted to clench my muscles around him and force him back out, but he was strong and kept driving firmly deeper into me. His hands were gripping my butt cheeks cruelly, fiercely, still holding them wide open for better access. 

Even if I wasn’t convinced I was enjoying the sensations, even if it felt too invasive, I realized I was pleasing him. Bizarrely, that turned me on at a deep level.

‘You should see the slut’s face,’ murmured bad cop beneath me. He lifted up a lazy hand to stroke my cheek and I whimpered at the feeling of objectification his words invoked in me. ‘All wide eyes and open mouth. I don’t think she has felt anything quite like this before.’

Good cop laughed grimly, pushing deeper into me in a strong thrust. ‘I’ll fuck her butt any day. Teach her to like it.’

I moaned as good cop pushed his cock deeper into my butt in a strong thrust. The men’s words made me blush. I was horrified and embarrassed that I was doing this and that I was enjoying it.

You should see the slut’s face.

I don’t think she has felt anything quite like this before.

I’ll fuck her butt any day. Teach her to like it.

I hadn’t felt anything like this before and I didn’t know if I liked it. The feeling of good cop’s cock in my butt felt deeply invasive, an intrusion impaling my soft insides and holding me open. But I didn’t have time to work out how I felt about it, as he pushed again and slid inexorably deeper inside me.

I realised from the feeling of his hips against my butt cheeks that he was fully inside me. I was gasping for breath. I didn’t know how it was even possible. I felt like I had a thick wooden pole up my butt, impaling me, controlling me.

I thought that everything was already intense enough but then the cop started to fuck me. I heard myself moaning at the intense sensation as he slid in and out of me, grinding deep into me with his hips. The rosebud of my butthole ached from being held open, trying continually to close but his hard shaft held me open.

Beneath me, bad cop started fuck himself into me again, his hands dropping to my waist. I whimpered, pleading with him with my eyes to stop or slow down. It was too much. Too much sensation, I was too full, dammit.

He grinned at me, ignoring me. ‘You want it harder, don’t you, darling?’ he said.

Yes, murmured my cunt.

No, I wanted to shriek but I knew it wasn’t true. My pussy was hot and dripping with my juices, and each rough invasive thrust into my backside made me feel more and more turned on.

Bad cop didn’t wait for an answer anyway. The men both started to fuck me roughly, bad cop beneath me battering into my pussy in short, rough strokes driven from his hips, while good cop behind me ground deep inside my butt in a forceful rhythm. 

The pressure inside me was intense, I felt as though my pussy and anus were being ripped apart as the two men used me like their sex toy.

I whimpered to feel the men’s shafts moving against each other along the thin membranes between my cunt and my butthole. I had never felt anything so intense and I was impaled so deeply on both of them that I couldn’t escape the sensations. Every so often, their rhythm combined so that they both pushed into me at once, and each time I screamed, because I felt as though I was being stretched to my limits.

Good cop spoke, his voice gasping with effort, his words in time with his hips as he ground into me. ‘Say, thank you, slut.’

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