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Pull-over part 2

12/14/2005

I was just finishing up mopping the kitchen floor when I
heard Luther start barking up a mad racket outside, followed
shortly by the sound of the doorbell. Frowning, I leaned
the mop against the doorframe ‒ I was not expecting anyone,
and, looking as glamorous as I usually do whilst doing the
housework, I wasn't inclined to entertain guests
at the moment. Walking into the living room to answer the
door, I caught sight of a police cruiser in the driveway
and stumbled, catching my breath. The week-old memory
of having been flung over the hood of one Sgt D Powell's
patrol car and fucked into a daze at the roadside flooded
my brain. I stood frozen until the bell rang once more, Luther's
cacophony of growls and yowls unabating. Trembling, I
edged towards the door and peeked through the hole.
<br>
It was not Sgt D Powell but another cop, an older and rounder
fellow, one I recognized as having seen around town before
on a few occasions. A long slow rush of air escaped my chest,
letting me know I had been holding my breath. I didn't
know if I was more disappointed or relieved. I longed to
see Sgt Powell again, to feel those icy blue eyes on my body,
to be drawn again into his powerful aura. Every day, every
night since the previous weekend I had been unable to keep
my mind from going over and over the sound of his voice ordering
me to lift my skirt, the feel of the cuffs digging into my
wrists, the taste of his cum on my panties as he pushed them
into my mouth. But for gods sake I did not want him to see me
like this, grubby from cleaning and dressed in shapeless
sweatpants and the world's rattiest T-shirt!
<br>
I opened the door. "Hello Officer, something wrong?"
<br>
"Good afternoon ma'am, " he smiled. "I
am just here in your neighborhood today advising everyone
of the fact that we've had a series of break-ins in the
White Pine Ridge development about 3 miles away, you may
have heard about it?" <br>
"Yes, I did hear something, " I said, thinking
of the two women I'd been eavesdropping on in the post
office the day before, " but I don't know any of
the details." I stepped back from the door, "Would
you like to come in?" <br>
"It's really not necessary ma'am, but thank
you. We're just going around today to make sure everyone
is aware and taking steps to protect themselves."
He shook a finger at me, "I noticed when you opened
the door to me no locks clicked. Which makes me think you
must have had it unlocked to begin with, right?"
<br>
"Guilty, " I nodded. He looked at me sternly,
but in an over the top, comical way. I laughed. "I see
your point. I'll be more careful." <br>
"You might be surprised to know that in one of the robberies,
the perpetrator walked right in an unlocked front door
just like that." Snapped his fingers. "The
husband was home even, but he was upstairs working in a home
office. Robbed right under his nose. Luckily no one has
been hurt in any of these so far but you never know what could
happen if you walk into a room and surprise one of these guys
in the act." <br>
"Understood, " I nodded.
<br>
"Do you have a home security system?" <br>
I gestured towards the dog tied out in the side yard, which
had ceased his racket but now stared at us vigilantly. "I
have a Luther." <br>
He grinned. "And a fine looking dog he is too, but just
remember he's no good to you out there if the guy's
in your house already." <br>
"Duly noted. Thanks, Officer." <br>
He gave me a friendly salute and walked back to his car. I
locked the door behind him and watched the car pull out of
the driveway, and then travel up the road the half-mile
to my next closest neighbor.
<br>
To be honest I didn't think too much about the break-ins.
How could I, when my mind would not allow any other thoughts
than the memory of the metal car hood against my cheek and
forehead, huge strong fingers digging into the flesh of
my ass, and a hot hard cock pounding into me?
<br>
I finished up a few more miscellaneous household chores
and, sweaty and gritty, decided to take a quick shower before
heading off to do some grocery shopping. The force of the
water could not cleanse these thoughts from my mind. I wanted
to take my time and see if the hand-held showerhead might
provide me some relief, but I really needed to get going.
I concentrated hard on formulating my grocery list mentally,
trying to focus my mind on something other than the yearning
liquid desire.
<br>
Fresh and damp from my shower, I pulled my robe around me
and began putting away some clean dishes. Suddenly a hand
clamped firmly over my mouth and a massive arm wrapped itself
tightly around my waist, pinning one arm to my side. The
glass in my hand dropped into the sink and shattered as I
flailed and tried unsuccessfully to scream. The noise
from the glass roused Luther, who had been dozing in the
patch of sun in front of his doghouse. The earlier words
from the cop echoed in my mind, "…he's not good
to you out there if the guy's already in…" <br>
My free arm waved wildly, trying to grab on to the attacker,
but it was no use. He pushed me towards the hallway and pinned
me against the wall, trapping my other arm. I trembled,
feeling the tears beginning to well in my eyes. Screaming
ineffectually into the palm covering my mouth I tried to
shake my head loose, but he was incredibly strong. Still
I thrashed with all the panicked effort I could muster,
but pressed to the wall as I was I could get no kind of leverage
and succeeded mainly only in giving myself several bruises
to my elbow and knees. After what felt like ages but was probably
only a minute or so, I realized I was wasting strength I might
better use later and tried to calm myself down, think clearly,
breathe. I rested my head on the cool white wall and tried
to choke in a few sobs, trying desperately to think rationally
through my terror of a way out of this - whatever this was.

<br>
"Now you see exactly how easy it is for someone to get
to you, " he hissed into my ear.
<br>
I froze. I knew that voice. It was him. Oh, god. Relief flooded
over me, followed immediately by another wave of…what?
A curious mix of fear and passion and longing and unease
that I had no word for.
<br>
Sgt Powell loosened his grip around my waist and slipped
his hand inside my robe. He pinched one of my rapidly stiffening
nipples, hard, as he bit my ear. I moaned into his palm, still
trembling, but conscious of the flames stirring in my lower
belly. He unfastened the belt from my robe and pulled it
free.
<br>
"Not one fucking word, " he said. I nodded minutely.
He removed his hand from my mouth and pulled the robe from
my body roughly, jerking me backwards. He secured my hands
behind my back with the bathrobe tie and pressed me back
up against the wall with his full body, pressing me tightly,
his hands on my shoulders. God he was such a huge man. I could
feel his hard cock against my bound hands through his uniform.
I closed my hands around that bulge and he yanked my head
back by my still-wet hair, twisting his fingers. I winced.

<br>
"You want that?" he sneered, his breath hot
on the side of my face, twisting the fistful of hair harder.
His other hand traveled down my body and forced itself between
my legs. "You're wet already, you slut. You like
this, don't you?" I moaned and nodded as he pushed
his hand further down, one of his thick fingers sliding
inside of me. I groaned, loudly now, spreading my legs slightly.
"You're such a whore, " he growled, "all
a man has to do is walk in here and grab you and you are spreading
your legs for him to get into your cunt." <br>
I wanted to say 'Not any man. You. Only you.' But
he had ordered me not to speak and I was not going to disobey.

<br>
He yanked me back from the wall and pushed me into the living
room, forcing me onto my knees. "Don't turn around,
and keep your eyes on the floor, " he ordered. I nodded,
putting my head down. I wanted so badly to see him though,
to look into that icy blue stare. He released his grip on
my shoulders and I heard him step back. "Tell me, my
little speeding slut, have you been thinking about how
good I fucked you on the hood of my car last week?" I
nodded again. "I can't hear you, " he said
sharply.
<br>
"You said not one word, " I squeaked meekly.

<br>
He chuckled, a hand stroking my hair and tucking a loose
strand behind my ear. "What a good little order-taking
whore you are. Oh, just wait until you see how good you are.
Now this time answer me. Have you been touching that nice
juicy cunt thinking about me?" <br>
"Yes, " I admitted. "A lot." Almost
constantly, in fact.
<br>
"You loved having my big cock inside of you, didn't
you, slut?" <br>
I nodded. He bent forward and yanked my head back again,
"Say it." <br>
"I loved having your big cock inside me, Sgt Powell."
<br>
He laughed again. "Do you have a vibrator?"
<br>
"Yes." <br>
"And have you been fucking your pussy with it, thinking
about my big cock?" <br>
"Yes." <br>
"Good little slut, " he said, petting my head
again. "And where is it now?" <br>
"In the drawer of my night table, in the bedroom."
<br>
He said nothing and from the corner of my downcast eyes I
could see his feet as he walked into the kitchen, then returned.
I heard him click on the entertainment system and put in
a videotape. "Eyes up, " he ordered.
<br>
I picked my head up and stared at him, catching my breath.
He was as gorgeous as I'd remembered. So tall, so solid,
so powerfully built. He had taken his cap off and had a silvery
blond military haircut. And those eyes, those glacial
blue eyes that burned into my body.
<br>
"While I go find your vibrator, you watch this, "
he said. "See for yourself what an obedient little
slut you are." He clicked 'play' and left
the room.
<br>
It was the recording from the dashboard camera of the patrol
car. It hadn't occurred to me there would be one but
of course there would be; I felt a bit stupid for a moment
at not having thought of it before. Stupidity gave way to
lust as I watched those events from my memory unfold on the
screen. Saw myself pulling up my skirt, removing my underpants.
Slammed over the hood. Saw the twisted look of pain and ecstasy
on my face at his first stroke into me when the handcuffs
bit into my wrists. Make-up smearing, mascara running
down my cheeks as he fucked me. Heard my shrill moans and
sobs. Watched his normally cool, composed face grimacing
as he felt me beginning to cum. As I watched I could feel my
juice trickling down between my thighs, my breathing becoming
more ragged.
<br>
"Isn't that just beautiful, slut?" he
said from the doorway. I started, not sure how long he'd
been standing there. I hadn't heard him come back,
I had been so absorbed in the video. He smiled then, a surprisingly
warm and friendly smile, which I couldn't help but
return. But a troubling thought had occurred to me.
<br>
"Has anyone else seen this tape?" I asked.
<br>
The smile disappeared. He stood directly in front of me.
"Why? Are you afraid of everyone finding out what
a slut you are?" I didn't answer, just stared
up at him. He bent down, his face inches above mine. "Do
you think they don't all know? Do you think they can't
tell just by looking at you what you are, slut? Do you think
they can't smell it coming off of you?" He reached
out and squeezed my face tightly in one of his huge hands,
"How do you think I knew then, you whore?" <br>
I whimpered and he let go. He undid his belt, tossing it casually
onto the couch, then to unzip his trousers. He took his stiff
cock in one hand and guided it towards my mouth. I closed
my eyes but he grabbed a handful of hair and twisted again.
"Don't you dare. You look at me while you suck
my cock, slut." <br>
"Yes Sir Sgt Powell, " I said. It seemed appropriate.

<br>
He smiled again just for a second at this. "Stop talking
and start sucking." <br>
I closed my lips around the smooth head, my tongue flicking
at the drop of clear fluid at the tip, my eyes meeting his.
He pushed further in slowly. I loved feeling his hardness
filling my mouth inch by inch. As long as I could remember
in my adult life I have always loved giving head, feeling
that combination of rigidity and silky soft skin against
my tongue and cheeks. I'd never not been able to use
my hands to control the pace, though. He held my head in both
hands and began to thrust in and out between my lips quickly.
"You cocksucking whore, you are enjoying this aren't
you?" he hissed. I moaned around his shaft in assent
as he increased his speed. After a few minutes of his frantic
face-fucking my lips began to feel raw, and he was forcing
himself harder and harder into my throat. I half wanted
him to stop so I could get some relief, and half prayed this
would go on and on. My eyes started to sting and water as I
watched his face. He was struggling hard to maintain his
fa├žade, I could tell. When I saw his face beginning to crack,
I concentrated on increasing the intensity of my suction,
and his eyes fluttered closed as his head fell back. He staggered
back a step, his cock pulling from my mouth with a wet popping
sound. I licked my stinging lips and smiled a small triumphant
smile.
<br>
His eyes narrowed. "Wipe that grin off your face,
you slut, I'm not done with you." <br>
"Yes Sir." I rolled my tongue in my mouth, savoring
the taste of his flesh still left there. I watched as he fastened
his trousers again loosely and went back into the kitchen,
watched him rummaging around in the cabinets until he found
what he was looking for.
<br>
He came, the bottle of my best organic olive oil in his hand.
I had a feeling I knew what that was going to be for and I tensed
in anticipation, and some fear. I had had a man's cock
in my ass before but never one quite as big as his. He must
have read been able to read the look on my face and he smirked
as he bent to pick up the vibrator he had left on the floor.
"That's right whore, " he chuckled, "you
know your ass is mine now." He crept forward on his
knees and bent his head to one of my breasts and sucked the
nipple hard into his mouth, then bit down on it, not altogether
softly. I jumped and let out a sharp cry. He lifted his head
until we were nose to nose and cupped my cheek in his huge
palm, then gave the tip of my nose a delicate kiss. "Beautiful
whore, " he said softly, "you'll take
whatever I give you and love it, won't you." It
was a statement, not a question.
<br>
"Yes Officer, " I whispered as he moved to kneel
behind me. My pussy was so wet and I could feel the muscles
inside pulsating with each breath I took. No man had ever
spoken to me this way before and if anyone had asked me if
I'd wanted them to I probably would have said no, but
oh - how did I know what I was missing? I loved hearing him
call me a whore. Night after night after this I knew I would
be hearing his voice in my head, saying it again and again.

<br>
He pushed my bound hands up so they were at the center of my
back and pulled my hips back against his, his cock pressed
tightly between my buttocks and his groin. I wriggled my
ass against the length of it, shivering. He laughed. "Eager
little bitch." I heard him turn the vibrator on as
he pressed the tip of it to the nape of my neck, holding my
hair aside with his hand. He slowly drew a line with it, around
to my throat, up under my chin, let it buzz against my lower
lip. I opened my mouth and he laughed again, "You see?
Whore. Wanting to suck even a fake dick, that's how
badly you want it. Go on, suck it then." He lifted it
just a bit higher so I could get my mouth around it while his
other hand slipped around my waist and rested over my pussy.
He moved the vib in and out of my mouth as I sucked, his hand
cupping my dripping sex, his lips to my ear whispering,
"Such a good cocksucking whore, what a lovely slut…"
<br>
He pulled the toy from between my lips and trailed it down
between my breasts and over my stomach. The hand over my
pussy shifted and his fingers pressed down to part my outer
lips as he touched just the very tip of the vibrator lightly
to my clit. I moaned and let my head fall back against his
shoulder, arching my back at the sensation. He pressed
it harder, moving it in a tiny circle, then pulled it away,
He did this again and again, leaving it buzzing against
me for just a little bit longer each time, but keeping it
away longer each time in between as well. I could feel my
pussy muscles start clenching and releasing each time
he came near with it, almost as if they were willing my pussy
to somehow just reach out and grab it. My inner thighs were
slick with my running juice as I became more and more desperate
for him to stop teasing me. "Please!" I heard
myself cry out. "Sgt Powell, please!" <br>
I felt him move the humming tip of the vibrator down along
my lips, pressing just the head gently inside. I sucked
in my breath as I felt it begin to slip inside of me. Suddenly
I felt his teeth sink into the flesh of my neck as he rammed
the length of the vibrator up inside my cunt in one quick
movement. "Aagh!" I cried loudly. He held us
there like this, his teeth pinning my head to his shoulder,
one hand pressing the vibrator deep up inside of me, the
other arm folded across my stomach, keeping my body held
tightly back against his. A long, glorious, suspended
moment, the vibrator sending long undulating ripples
of sensation radiating from the center of my body.
<br>
He released his hold across my stomach and dragged his teeth
from my neck, nipping as he let go. His free hand now reached
under me from behind and held the vibrator in place as he
placed the other on my shoulder and pushed my body forwards,
easing me down until my forehead rested on the carpet. I
sighed and shuddered as he continued to work the vib gently,
slowly, in and out.
<br>
"Now, " he said calmly, "I'm going
to untie you hands. When I do, you are going to take your right
hand, reach down between your legs, and keep fucking your
little whore cunt with that vibrator just exactly like
I'm doing right now, understand?" <br>
"Yes Officer." I slipped my freed hand between
my slick thighs and took over the subtle pumping rhythm.
I heard him unscrewing the cap from the bottle of oil and
felt a small trickle at the top of my ass crack. I swallowed
hard, knowing it would not be long now before I would be feeling
his thick cock pushing its way deep into my tightest hole.
Briefly I wondered if he was planning to try to loosen me
a bit with his fingers first, or if he would go straight for
sliding that big hard shaft right into me. Oh, god! I found
myself both thrilled and terrified at the thought of the
latter, but relieved as I felt his fingertip nudging its
way into me. "Oooo, Sgt Powell, " I moaned,
feeling his knuckles sliding past my sphincter.
<br>
He began churning my asshole with his finger, keeping time
with my own rhythm with the vibrator. "Yes, my little
whore? Did you have something to say?" <br>
I pushed myself up slightly off the floor with my free hand.
"Ooo god, Officer, I ‒ Oh! Oh!" My back arched
and I fell forward again as I felt him slide in a second finger,
the intensity of the stretching sensation overwhelming
me.
<br>
"I'm sorry, I didn't quite understand what
you were saying, " he laughed. "Were you trying
to say, 'Please, Officer, let's stop now?'"
He increased his pace, really working those fingers in
and out of my oiled hole.
<br>
"Oh, no!" I half gasped, half moaned. "Please,
no!" <br>
"Well, what could you have been trying to say then?"
he teased. "Could it have been, 'Please, Officer,
please fuck my tight slut ass with your big fat cock',
could that've been it?" <br>
I grunted "Yes, " even though that wasn't
what I'd been trying to say ‒ truthfully, I hadn't
been trying to say anything coherent ‒ but it sure was what
I wanted right now.
<br>
He suddenly withdrew his fingers and delivered a stinging
slap to my ass. "Yes, WHAT?!" he thundered.

<br>
I winced. "Yes, Officer Powell, sir." <br>
"AND?" <br>
I lifted my head and peered back around at him. Oh those eyes,
those eyes like ice, and yet so full of fire. Holding eye
contact and willing my voice to sound as unruffled as possible,
I purred (at least, I hoped it sounded like I purred) "Yes,
Officer Powell, sir, I want you to please fuck my tight slut
ass with your big fat cock." However I had sounded, it worked. I watched as he fought
to keep down a smile, then dropped my head back down to the
floor with a soft moan as I felt him begin stroking the bulbous
head of his cock up and down my crack. I tried to concentrate
on taking deep, calming breaths as he positioned the tip
against my pucker and began to lean in. I stopped the rhythm
with the vibrator and just held it inside of me, wanting
nothing to interrupt the powerful moments of that beautiful
dick demanding entry. Animalistic growling sounds I couldn't
control started escaping my throat as I felt the incredible,
almost-but-not-quite unbearable combination of pain
and bliss as my asshole slowly stretched to accommodate
his meaty shaft. It was amazing, feeling every millimeter
sinking into me, slowly slowly, the sound of his low deep
groans barely reaching my ears over the sound of my own.
His fingers gripped my hips tightly and I could feel him
slide in to the hilt.
<br>
Then, almost as slowly, he pulled completely back out of
me, leaving me feeling emptier than I had ever felt in my
life. I sobbed involuntarily as I felt the head of his cock
pop gently out of me, "No, no, please, god, don't
stop now." <br>
"Oh don't you worry whore, I'm not finished
with this ass yet, " he promised, and then as if to
prove it, pressed the head against my crack again and slid
into me rapidly. For a second, I thought I might pass out
at the intensity of sensation, and I bit my lip so hard I'm
still amazed I didn't break the skin. He held still
as I regained my senses, then grabbed handfuls of my ass
flesh in his fingers and squeezed hard; so hard I could feel
his neatly clipped nails digging into me. I let out a yelp.
"Now, start fucking that whore cunt with your vibrator
again, I never said you could stop, " he instructed
firmly.
<br>
"Y-y-y-yes sir, " I gulped, starting to pump
the toy gently in my box.
<br>
He let go of his grip on my ass, but quickly followed that
with a few short, sharp slaps to each buttock. "Faster
than that." <br>
"Yes, Officer." <br>
"Pull it way out and slam is back in there. Fuck that
pussy hard like I know you like it, slut. Fuck it hard while
I fuck your ass hard, and don't you dare stop again,
you hear me?" he said, laying in a few more good slaps.

<br>
I could not manage to answer, only moan and whimper as I did
as he said and plunged the vibrator roughly in and out of
my drenched pussy, so wet I could feel my juices starting
to run down my arm, my hand occasionally losing its grip
on the toy from the slickness. He began to pump his cock back
and forth in my ass, somewhat slowly at first, then with
increasing frequency, slamming deeply into me. His balls
slapped against my hand at each stroke, and I felt myself
carried on wave after wave of glorious physical sensations.
Our combined growls and grunts were a primal, lupine symphony
of instinctual pleasure.
<br>
I could feel myself building to a spectacular climax and
tired desperately to get my voice to form actual words to
tell him, but it was beyond my capability. All I could manage
was an unintelligible string of desperate syllables,
"Oh-m-oh-g-g-I-cu-mm-ga-oh…" <br>
Fortunately, he needed no further explanation. "Yeah,
baby, go on, cum for me, " he panted encouragingly.
"Let me feel this good little whore cum with my big
cock up her tight ass." He reached forward and grabbed
my hair with both hands, pulling my head back roughly as
he rammed deep into me. "Go on slut, do it now. Cum.
Cum for me." <br>
I let out a wail as the first wave of orgasm crashed into me,
the roar of the ocean in my ears, my hand pumping the vibrator
in my pussy furiously as I felt my muscles clamping around
it in delicious spasms, again and again, and again. I could
hear my own cries, long and high, but they sounded as thought
they were distant, as though I was hearing them from underwater
while my body was being pulled to and fro by the surf. And
then, even more distant, the low rumble of his guidance,
"My goooooood slut…that's it, keep cumming…you're
not done, keep cumming…you know you love that nice dick
deep in your ass, whore, look how hard it makes you cum…"
Every time I thought I was nearing the end, my body would
dissolve again into a mass of shuddering ecstasy.
<br>
After a while I became aware of how my soaked brow was grinding
into the carpet under me, my forehead burning from the friction.
"Officer, " I rasped softly, trying to find
my voice again as I returned to earth. "Officer Powell,
please." <br>
He had slowed his pace and was now moving in and out of my ass
in long, slow strokes. "Yes, my beautiful slut?"
<br>
I shivered again. Why was it so thrilling to hear him call
me that? "May I please stop with…My hand, my wrist…I
can't keep…" <br>
"Absolutely not, " he said firmly. He reached
under me and closed his hand over my drenched and sticky
one, pushing the toy back firmly inside of me as he buried
his cock as deeply as it would go in my ass.
<br>
My cunt was buzzing from its own muscular rhythm along with
the vibrator such that I couldn't feel it as separate
from myself, just a delicious feeling of fullness and electricity
that throbbed incessantly as he resumed plunging his meat
relentlessly in and out of my quivering asshole. I had that
sensation of hearing myself as though from a distance again,
choking sobs and gasps as my body, under a will of its own,
began to be wracked again by ripples of orgasm, some strong
and violent, others gentle swells of pleasure. His powerful
thrusting reached a crescendo and I drifted back into consciousness
as he gave a mighty leonine roar and pushed into me with his
full body weight, knocking me forward onto my stomach as
I felt that fantastic cock twitch and heave in my bowels.
His huge frame fell forward onto my back and his open mouth
pressed against my shoulder, his throaty wails partially
muffled by my gleaming flesh as he continued to spurt more
deeply inside of me than any man had ever been, for what seemed
like ages.
<br>
Neither of us moved for a time, save for involuntary twitching
of our sweaty, exhausted bodies as our breathing gradually
began to recover. His hand, which was still covering mine
and holding the vib in place, gave mine a little squeeze
and he lifted his weight off of me a little, causing his slightly
softened cock to pull out of my anus. I sighed softly as I
felt it ease out, feeling bruised and empty and gratified
all at the same time. He extricated his arm from underneath
me and rolled onto his back, and let out a huge breath. The
vibrator slipped out of me and between my slick fingers
to rest on the carpet between my legs.
<br>
I managed to summon the strength to turn my head to look at
him as he lay there, his eyes closed, muscular chest rising
and falling, forehead glistening with beads of sweat.
As I started to regain the ability to collect my thoughts,
I wondered, who is this man? And why do I let him do this to
me? And, suddenly, scarily, what if he never did it again?
I couldn't quite get my mind around it, but I somehow
just knew he had awakened a need in me, and the thought that
he could just walk out the door and that would be the end of
it was almost heartbreaking.
<br>
Eventually he opened his eyes, and gazed back at me wordlessly
for a moment, stonefaced. He cleared his throat. "Get
up, " he ordered, softly but firmly.
<br>
I tried to push myself up, but my spent muscles refused to
cooperate. "I don't think I can, " I murmured
meekly.
<br>
With surprisingly abrupt agility, he pulled himself up
to a kneeling position. "I said, get up, whore."
<br>
I whimpered and shook as I somehow forced my aching body
back up to my knees and sat trembling on my heels, facing
him but with my eyes lowered. I could feel him studying my
face as I focused on his beautiful cock, softened now but
still damp, resting gently in a tangle of wiry whitish blond
pubic hair. A small drop of pearly cum sat enticingly at
its very tip. As I knelt I could feel similar drops leaking
their way out of my raw fucked ass.
<br>
He cleared his throat again. "You had better go get
yourself cleaned up, slut, " he said gently. He got
to his feet ‒ slightly shakily, I noticed ‒ and helped me
do the same, with considerable effort. Once upright my
knees buckled and he pulled my tightly to him, one arm around
my waist and the other hand under my armpit, supporting
my weight. I pressed my face into his chest and breathed
the smell of him deeply into my lungs. Slowly he eased me
back onto my own and bent to pickup my robe from off the floor.
"Go take a shower, " he commanded, holding
it out to me.
<br>
Slowly, on my wobbly legs, I headed up the stairs to the bathroom,
and caught a glimpse of my swollen and tear-streaked face
in the mirror on the way in, my forehead red and rubbed raw
from grinding into the carpet. Still feeling rather unsteady,
I decided to run a bath rather than have a shower, and groaned
with both pain and pleasure as I lowered myself into the
steaming water. I relaxed back in the tub and let my mind
play over the incredible scene that had just taken place
in my life. My fingers slipped between my thighs to caress
my sore but still greedy pussy as I replayed it in my mind,
feeling the tingle of my well-ravaged asshole, and I brought
myself to another climax there in the water as I savored
the memory of his voice calling me a slut and urging me to
cum for him.
<br>
I toweled off and combed my wet hair, delaying going back
downstairs for as long as possible. I knew he wouldn't
be there when I did and somehow I wanted to put off facing
that. When I did go back down to the empty living room, the
earthy smell of our fucking still hung faintly in the air.
I sighed and went into the kitchen for a drink. A good, strong
drink.
<br>
The broken glass had been cleaned up, and the olive oil placed
back in its place in the cupboard. I giggled aloud at the
sight of my vibrator, washed and now drying in the drainboard
along with the plates and mugs from earlier. It seemed such
a curiously touching gesture ‒ he'd broken in and ravaged
me utterly, and yet left as a tidy houseguest. It wasn't
until I'd poured myself a not-altogether-small glass
of scotch that I noticed the parcel on the table. I sat down
(and winced ‒ I was starting to suspect sitting down might
be a bit less comfortable than usual for a day or two) and
opened the large padded envelope.
<br>
It was the videotape, and a short note:
<br>
"No one else has seen this tape. You now have the only
copy. You can destroy it if you want but I hope you won't.
I hope you will watch it every day and think about how much
you love being my whore.
<br>
P.S. Get an alarm system. There are people out there that
would really hurt you, you know." <br>
I smiled and put the video away in a safe place in the living
room, and went out into the twilight to bring Luther in for
his dinner.

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another fantactic story...thank you

12/14/2005

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Awesome story ! loved the detailed play by play of it all!!!
Makes me want to go get a police uniform !!

12/15/2005

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Well, are you going to continue and how do you get him to your
real "Master"? Great job!

12/15/2005

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wow! what a story

12/15/2005

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I've read both your stories and think they are great.
Have you ever thought about writing a screen play? You describe
the acts with such detail that it makes the reader feel like
he is there watching. Please write more

12/15/2005

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Fantastic story. Had me feeling like I was there. Are you
going to do a sequel?



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12/15/2005

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Very sizzlin' story?

4/4/2006

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Smokin.......


And what was Luther's dinner?????? Sequel maybe???

4/6/2006

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wicked great more please

4/6/2006

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Great detail. Felt I was there watching.

4/6/2006

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damnnnnnn amazing story
pls write some more!

4/9/2006

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amazing, want another story please

4/9/2006

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WOW WOW I LOVE IT I WHAT MORE I WISH ONE DAY WE CAN MEET AND HAVE
THIS EXPERIENCE WITH YOU AND ME, TAKE CARE

4/10/2006

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AMAZING!!! I can't wait to read more of your stories..the
detail..simply fantastic...bravo!

4/11/2006

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AMAZING!!! Wonderfully written story! I can't wait
to read more. Please keep them coming!

4/11/2006

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Wonderful story. This is a perfect example of the way I want
to be taken

4/11/2006

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WOW! amazind story, will never look at a cop the same way
again....lol

4/11/2006

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WOW! a amazing story..Will never look at a cop the same again........LOL

4/11/2006

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This take the phase of to serve to a whole to level.

4/15/2006

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Hmm thats deliciously told, thrilling

3/6/2007

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READ BOTH STORIES AND WHICH IT WAS ME FUCKING YOU

3/14/2007

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again a great story.not only do you write well but you're
a hell of a woman.beautiful sexy and talented. hope you
write more

9/3/2007

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That was a great stort! I wish i was a cop! LOL

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