This directly follows the Pool Party series. Again, this is a fantasy, devoid of STDs and real world problems. In real life, I don't advise giving pussy to cops.
In the days and weeks following the pool party and her subsequent punishment, Hellie found herself fixated on the fucking she'd gotten in Officer Dill's cruiser. And on top of it. And outside of it.
It didn't help that things had been sort of dry lately. She and her landlord, Bryant, were two ships passing in the night lately, and she was waiting for the end of the month when he'd claim his rent. Her boss, Nicolai, was at the store less and less, working on some winery project. Fucking Barry was great, but it just wasn't...naughty anymore.
Hellie would take cock from customers in the store bathroom, and she'd think about getting picked up by Officer Dill, getting ambushed at work by Mr. Noble, getting touched by a convict and fucked by a creepy man with a big dick who called her "Princess." She imagined being handcuffed, having her legs tied open, or being fucked by all of those men, one by one. She rubbed her clit and played with her pussy lips at night, imagining Officer Dill finally taking his turn in her asshole, bending her over the hood of his police car in handcuffs on the side of a deserted road at night. She imagined him putting her naked in a holding cell with twenty strange hungry, violent men. These fantasies scared her and made her so wet, made her cum hard on her hand, her toys, her sheets.
One day after work, Hellie finally went to the police station. She took the bus after work, telling Barry she'd get herself home.
She wore a black tank top with spaghetti straps and tight jeans that showed off her ass. She left her hair down. When she walked into the station, she recognized the officer at the front desk immediately. Just a couple weeks before, he'd fucked her mouth and her ass in the parking lot.
He looked over her for only a few seconds before grinning.
"Well well," he said.
She came closer to the desk. "Hi."
"Think you're on my phone, little miss."
Hellie bit her lip. "I might be, Officer."
"You didn't come back here to see me, did you?"
Hellie swallowed. "Well, I...Officer Dill told me to come here," she lied.
The Officer's smile widened. "Oh he did, did he? Guess I'm supposed to take you to him, is that right?"
Hellie shrugged. "I don't know, I'm not sure."
The officer stood. "How about this, sweetheart? I'll take you to a place where you can sit and wait for Dill, and then I'll go get him for you."
"Um, okay." Hellie nodded, feeling a little rush through her body.
She followed him down the hall and he led her to a small room with a mirror on the wall.
Hellie eyed the mirror. "Am I going to be...interrogated, Officer?"
"It's Officer Hamilton, honey. And I don't know that, sweetheart. That depends on why Dill called you down here." He nodded to the table in the room. "Now you go ahead and sit your pretty, tight little ass in that seat, and I'll get Officer Dill for you." He closed the door.
Hellie felt her pussy squeeze inside and dampen, like a fruit juicing itself. As Hamilton-- Ham, Hellie thought, and smiled-- had told her, she sat down in the chair. She looked at her phone, then replaced it in her pocket. This was all a gamble. What if Dill wasn't even here? What if he'd never had any intention of even touching her ever again? What if he--
The door opened, and Hamilton entered. He closed the door behind him, and locked it. He wore a smirk on his face.
Hellie swallowed, unsure if it was because she was scared, or because her mouth was watering.
"Well honey, Officer Dill told me he'll be back from patrol in just a few minutes, and to tell you to just hang tight til he gets here."
Hellie nodded. "Okay."
Hamilton sat at the table across from her. "Usually I'd handcuff you while you're in here." He chuckled. "But you'd probably like that, wouldn't you sweetheart?"
Hellie looked at him. The she put on her best customer service smile. "Officer Ham, huh? That must be a ROUGH name for a police officer."
Hamilton's smirk vanished. "You little bitch." He studied her face, her tits. "Take your clothes off."
Hellie folded her arms. "What if I don't?"
Ham leaned forward. "Isn't that why you're here?"
Hellie blushed. "What if it's not?"
"I know what you are, slut, just as well as you do." He nodded to her. "Now take your fucking clothes off before I book your sweet ass for prostitution."
Hellie stood, taking off her tank top. She was beginning to enjoy bothering him. "There's nothing wrong with sex work, Officer Ham."
"Baby, you are REALLY testing me right now."
"What do you mean?" Hellie pulled down her jeans.
Hamilton stood. "I remember you being a much better-behaved little cumslut than this., But that's okay. We can fix that."
Hellie bit her lip again, standing in front of him in her bra and thong.
"Take those off, too. Show me that ass I fucked."
Hellie shivered, turning around as she pulled down her thong.
"Mmm yeah. That's it, bitch. Get those titties out too."
Hellie removed her bra.
Hamilton came around the table slowly. "Now let's see. Put those hands on the table. Don't you move." He stood behind her, pressing his bulge into her bare ass. Hellie took a deep breath in, trying to resist pushing back.
"That's it, that's better." He reached around her to squeeze and rub her tits.
"Oh," Hellie breathed.
"Now she's quiet, huh slut? This is why you came here, huh? Step your feet apart."
Hellie did.
Hamilton crouched down behind her. She could feel his breath on her ass, giving her goosebumps. He reached up, grabbed her ass cheeks, and spread them apart.
"Ah!" Hellie gasped.
"Sh-sh-sh, easy there slut. There's that pretty little asshole." He poked and rubbed Hellie's asshole, making her jump. He squeezed and grabbed her butt. Then he stood back up.
"Bend over."
"Why?"
Hamilton smacked Hellie's ass. "Bend the fuck over and get down on the fucking desk, slut."
Hellie did so, her breasts coming to rest on the cold table.
"Mmhmm, that's it bitch." He bent over her, the weight and heat of him on her back. He spoke softly into her ear.
"You like this, huh."
