I Cop Some Fun In London

This was back when I was almost 30. It was a warm summer night when, even after giving myself a couple of orgasms, I couldn't sleep. It was about 2am so deciding to go for a walk was an easy choice. I knew what London at night was like, so put on a really thin, short skirt, a sheer blouse, and flat sandals. No heels as my target was about an hours stroll away. Walking from near Putney Bridge to Paddington Station (the main line station, not the tube) via Knightsbridge and Park Lane got me attention as everything was transparent when headlights caught me.

That night I didn't encourage anyone as I wanted to be a safe slut. That's safe as in getting fucked by cops, not businessmen in a limo lol. I'd been at the station at that time of night before and there were always at least couple of cops on duty. I did and still do love a good (bad) cop.

Anyway I wandered in and begged a cuppa and a Penguin, making sure the light was behind me so they could see I was naked under my skimpy outfit. I took a bite and touched myself slowly. Being smart cops they promptly locked the door and closed the blinds.

I'd been a tad careless and got biscuit crumbs on my tits so they had to brush them clean... or so they said. They undid my blouse and each focused on one tit. By the time they'd made sure my nipples were Penguin free each breast was red and bruised from their numerous bites and pinches.

I wanted to taste their cocks but it wasn't allowed as Mike stripped my blouse before locking his cuffs around my wrists, holding me firmly in place. It just made my pussy even wetter when I was bent backwards over one of the desks, my legs spread wide. I was now fully exposed and helpless with my juices leaking onto the desk in anticipation of being used by them.

Jase, the older, hotter sergeant had no intention of being gentle. It just wasn't in his nature. Years of experience meant he knew exactly how to hurt his fucktoy in ways that would have her dripping wet and begging for more, or not. Either way he'd make sure she'd remember his cock and carry his bruises. He was an excellent sadist

He repeatedly spanked my bare pussy with one hard hand while the other thoroughly mauled my tits then, in a single thrust he went balls deep. His thick cock felt heavenly, especially when he lifted my legs, holding them wide apart so he could go even deeper, keeping me exactly how he wanted. Mike used his knee to hold my cuffed arms in place while he rifled through a drawer. He opened two bulldog clips and swiftly clamped them onto my nipples but my yelp of pain was muffled when he shoved his cock in my mouth. Between the pain of the clamps, his cock in my throat and Jase pounding my hole I was overwhelmed with sensation and clenched down on him as my orgasm started to hit.

Next thing I'm empty and getting my pussy belted hard. It hurt way more than his hand and the sting of the leather had me screaming. I'm not sure which one was telling me I wasn't allowed to cum until I had permission...

A minute later I felt myself being flipped over and repositioned for their pleasure and I know why I chose these two. My sight is removed when a blindfold (his tie?) turns everything dark. I'm trembling with need as I feel Jase resume fucking my soaked pussy and a moment later Mike's tongue and fingers are exploring my ass. I push back on them as much as I'm able. He pushes two fingers past my tight ring and fucks me in rhythm with Jase. My toes curl and my belly tightens as I fight not to cum but before I can beg they again stop.

I want to cry in frustration but Mike has changed position and is now using my mouth as a fleshlight. My tongue laves his cock as best it can but mostly it's just him working my head up and down his length, holding himself as deep as he can then permitting me a quick breath before repeating. I feel woozy from the lack of oxygen but he keeps going until I'm choking on his cum. Finally he pulls back and I can briefly breathe.

I scream as he slaps my tits then pulls on the clamps until they slowly pop off. The pain is excruciating as the blood flow resumes but it's not the only feeling. Jase shoves into my ass, his cock lubed from my drenched pussy. I can feel every inch as he forces his way deeper. Something cold and metallic stretches out my cunt and I'm feeling so full as both holes are fucked simultaneously. He really knows how to use me properly and I'm quickly and futilely begging to be permitted to cum but he just keeps fucking me rougher and harder. Strong hands control my movements while others cruelly torture my tits. My clit is pinched hard and I'm unable to prevent my orgasm and I spasm around his cock and the toy, knowing Jase will punish me for disobeying. Just that thought has my cunt clenching down on him.

He is still rock hard and the closest equivalent to a machine that I've ever had the pleasure of knowing. And it most definitely was pleasure. He could control his own body as well as he could the body of the fuck toy he was enjoying. He used me mercilessly until he was finally, albeit temporarily, done with me. Then Mike stepped up. He wasn't such an outright sadist but he was strong and brutal. He made you feel branded by his cock and his power and completely owned in the very best way.

By the time he was finally done with me I'd lost track of how many times I'd cum and was only aware of how good he felt filling me up. And that I wanted more.

Finally we had to stop as they had to clean up before the next shift came on duty. Interview rooms aren't actually supposed to stink of sex, sweat and cum.

I walked back out on the street feeling cum slowly dribbling out my holes and down my thighs. My legs were still trembling, my cunt and ass twitching from the aftershocks of so many orgasms. Anybody who looked would know I was a well fucked slut.

Once the taxi took me home I followed orders and crawled into bed still with their cum in and on me. I was good girl, a dirty cum-dump. Just as my aching body started to fall asleep I heard the key turn in the lock and smiled, knowing my two cops were safely home.