by A Muse
“Are you close baby?” you ask. I nod, beginning to move faster, harder. Your strong grip stops my motions. You back away slowly pulling out of me as you do.
“David please! No!” I wail, trying to follow you. The cuffs stop, bringing me back to my senses. I drop my head and pant, feeling my orgasm fade a bit. Our wet soaks my thighs and I clamp my legs together and tremble.
“Turn around Sarah,” you growl quietly. I do without thinking and feel you press to my sore back. I gasped and turned my head to the side, resting it on the cold bars of the holding cell. “I am going to fuck you so hard it bruises your insides.” You warn, harshly. I gulped down a sob and gripped the bars pushing away arm’s length and bending forward slightly.
“Take me any way that you want me, Sir,” I whimper wanting the pain, fearing it as well. Your fingers run down my ass, then into the crease. You press my pucker gently. I moan rocking my hips and grabbing the bars harder. You push your fingers deeply between my legs and into my wet pussy. You thrust fast and rude. I keen out a scream as I wiggle and arch my back.
“Any way I want you?” you taunt me, rubbing your wet head over my asshole. I relax and nod, banging my head into the bars gently.
“Yes… any way you want me,” I pant and then try to calm myself. Your dick is big, but I know that you will be gentle. You dip into my wet slit and rub up and down hitting my clit repeatedly, making me writhe. I begin to sob out pleas and demands and your deep chuckle makes me wetter and hotter.
“What do you want Sarah?” you tease and lean over me grabbing my breasts through my shirt. “Will you let me fuck your ass in exchange for an orgasm?” Your dick jerked against me as you said orgasm. I turned to look at you over my shoulder and said no, loudly. You freeze and frown.
“You may have my ass because you want it.” You sigh and smile, melting me. I kiss you hungry and long. You moan and cup my face. Then you push me back and look down to watch your dick rub my pussy. I feel the orgasm hit me hard and suddenly.
“Ooohhh!!” I yelp and writhe as you push your seeping cockhead against my hard clit.
“Ride that dick baby girl,” you praise and push against me harder. I whimper and close my legs trapping your hand and hardness between my soaked thighs. You pant and move, slowly pulling out your damp hand. I feel your fingers rub our cum on my ass. I tremble and spread my legs apart once more.
“Fuck my ass, David!” I demand and your sucked in breath pleases me. You push your dick against the pucker and the head pops in quickly. I gasp and writhe as you push in too fast and only stop when your balls deep inside me. “Ah hell!” I yelp and wiggle to get used to the intrusion.
“DON’T FUCKING MOVE SARAH!!” You yell, gasping and grinding hard against me. I freeze feeling you try to push your fingers inside me. I moan and clamp my muscles brutally hard on your erection. “Shit baby,” you begin to thrust and I brace my arms to take the pounding.
“Yea David, give it to me! I want you to pound me so hard I can’t walk straight!” This seems to unleash your lusts and you begin to fuck me so fast that my bracing arms can’t hold me from the bars. You curve your arm over my stomach and step back from the bars until my arms are fully extended. Then you begin to fuck me furiously.
“Sarah, damn I have wanted to do this to you from day one!” you confess and I feel your dick get bigger and harder inside me. “Do you like this?” you grit out and I gasp out answers even though I don’t realize it. “Have you wanted me to be more forceful? Like the night of the car incident?” your prodding makes me remember that night and I scream as I cum so hard that I clamp on your dick brutally tight. “Ah fuck yea, baby!” You fuck me faster, harder, deeper, your groans and moans make me come again. I shake my head and send my hair flying all over you, to stick to your sweaty body.
“Mmmm, gawd, I’m coming again!” you yelp. I close my legs to make the sensation tighter for you. “Yesyesyesyes!” you chant as you slam me so hard, my wrists feel like they are coming out of the sockets. I relax and feel you begin to buckle against me. Your weight takes us down. I shuffle on my knees, closer to the bars, for support. You follow and we rest on the cold steel. I shiver and moan as you pull out of my spasming ass and feel for your utility belt. You release my bruised wrists. I moan as my arms fall useless to my sides.
“David?” I whisper as you hold yourself off me with your arms.
“Yes baby?” you answer softly.
“That was incredible,” I praise and turn to rest against your heaving chest.
“Yes Sarah,” you agree, panting.
“I loved it,” I promise, sensing your doubt.
“I did too,” you state, simply.
“I want to do this more often, let you use sex as a release from the pressures of work.” I clarify. You nod, kissing my forehead. I snuggle closer and slide my face on your wet chest.
“Let’s hit the showers now,” you order. I stand with a smile. I gather your clothes since I am the cleanest and driest of either of us.
“Ok, Officer,” I tease with a sassy wink. Your chuckle warms me and makes me blush. I head to the showers not realizing your cuffs still dangle off my left wrist. You pause and so do I. “What David?” I ask nervously.
“Move in with me, Sarah?” you ask. I swallow and look down.
“Do you really mean it?” I finally look up.
“I do. I am tired of going home alone.” I nod but don’t answer.
“David, I am tired of that too.” I agree. You whoop loudly and grab me up, twirling me around. I laugh and kiss you.
“Let’s take a shower and discuss it over lunch.” You demand. I giggle and nod in agreement.
“Yes, lets officer Hottie.”