I should’ve known he wasn’t a real cop. I was walking out of the bar when he stopped me. “Miss, you aren’t planning on driving, are you?” he asked, looking stern.
I laughed at him. The next thing I knew, he had me thrown against the wall. “Spread ’em, bitch.” he said, frisking me and grabbing my tits. I was scared as I was already on probation. “Don’t make me taze you.” I cowered as he reached up under my skirt and fingered my pussy. I think a man in uniform is hot, so I didn’t fight when he unfastened his uniform pants. He grabbed me by the hair and bent me over.
I felt his cop cock penetrate me deeply. I put both hands on the wall to take the force of his thrusts. His balls were banging hard against me. “Please, sir, Take me to jail, but don’t do this.” I begged. He smashed my face against the wall. “Shut the fuck up, druggy cunt. I know how you fuck all the guys around here. You didn’t give me the time of day until I was a cop.”
I knew then who he was. He was the local perv who took advantage of women when they were drunk. He was famous for roofies in ladies drinks, then taking them home to fuck them, sodomize them, and make videos to blackmail them with.
His thick cock swelled in my unwilling pussy. I felt him start to shudder and I knew he was going to spew his dirty cum deep inside me. I began to fight and scream, hearing my cries echo in the empty street. He pulled out then and spun me around. “Suck me off.” he ordered, punching me in the face.
I gobbled furiously as he pumped his load into my face, yelling obscenities, and making a scene. He left me leaning against the wall in shock as he re-entered the club, waiting for his next victim. I limped down the dark alley, bloodied and broken, heading home to find some release in druggie paradise.
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