Stripped Of Her Badge Ch 07

(This story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author's consent. This story is a bit different from my usual fare. To be clear, this is a story where the woman cheats on her man. But a lot of my usual themes are present. There is betrayal, seduction, and heartbreak. It features huge tits and big cocks. And don't expect a happy ending. This is a story about cops and criminals... such stories aren't always pretty. The good characters have shades of darkness, and the bad have shades of appeal. One other thing to point out, as it has come up from time to time, the villain of this story is quite arrogant. Over the years, I've noticed some readers bristle at characters like that, so be warned. If you don't enjoy stories featuring arrogant antagonists, this story won't be for you. So, for those who think they can handle a story like this, go forward.

Additionally, this story is a LONG one, even for me. You have my permission to skip around if you don't want to get too in the weeds. This story is a slow-burn over multiple chapters that ratchets up the tension until it explodes. Not every chapter features sex, but there are heated moments throughout that build up to the main event. If that doesn't sound like your cup of tea, just don't say you weren't warned.)

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"Aren't you gonna fuck my face, Daddy?" Monica asked, the words burning like sin as they passed her smooth lips, her voice slightly different now, higher, girlier, dripping with all-consuming need, making her sound like the sex-crazed bimbo she truly was.

David almost jumped upon hearing this, her words that incredibly potent to the oversexed younger man. He was amazed to hear her call him 'Daddy,' unbidden, freely, of her own choice, and that realization nearly pushed him over the line, tempting him to empty his nuts and spew his hot, thick load all over her face right then and there, rewarding her for her complete submission. It displayed who she was, proving she was ready for the moment. Ready to seal the deal.

David smirked, and that small act of appreciation alone that sent a rush of adrenaline through the hot-bodied older woman. She found a soul-deep satisfaction in pleasing him. Making him happy. It was like nothing else, a feeling she'd never experienced but immediately recognized as one central to her being. She felt like she was born for this. Seeing that she was ready, David locked in, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice.

"You ready, bitch?" David asked her, giving her one last chance to object. But if there were any doubt left, it had died with the side of Monica that believed in justice or the law. With him watching, she leaned forward, moving her face towards the swollen, saliva-covered head of his throbbing penis. Looking up to meet his firm gaze, the badass, highly-feared detective pursed her lips and planted the most worshipful, loving kiss on the tip of his loaded weapon, closing her eyes as she did so, fluttering her lashes. She moaned lustfully against the head of his prick, lovingly, like a wife welcoming her husband back from war. Then, finally pulling her lips off of it with a smack, opened her eyes once again, meeting his gaze as her mouth twisted up into a cock-throbbing smile. She licked her lips.

"Yeah, I'm ready. Do it... Fuck my face, Daddy... Destroy my fucking throat..." Monica sighed, the bimbo fully inhabiting her now, proving that her cop side was out of the picture, calling David something that the cop wouldn't be caught dead saying.

His handsome face morphing into a scowl of demanding, all-consuming lust, David roughly stepped forward, grabbing her by both sides of her head, lining up his cock with her plump, pouting lips. She opened her mouth wide, without question, without hesitation, her eyes daring him to go further. Not waiting another moment, he stepped forward, sliding his cock back into her hot, wet waiting mouth. This time, there was no holding back on his end, and no resistance on hers. David smoothly guided ten-and-a-half inches of thick, meaty cock past Monica's lips, his shaft sliding straight down her throat, not stopping till his balls were resting on her chin again. It was an incredible feat, as she simply opened her throat and let him sheath himself at full depth again, like a sword sliding easily into its sheath. David held himself in place for a moment, savoring the feeling of the degraded cop's throat squeezing the life out of his weapon. Then, he reared back and began to buck his hips.

David only pulled back about half of his length before driving it back down her throat, starting slow but soon working up speed. She made a lewd, wet gagging sound as he bottomed out in her once again, but he saw in her eyes there was no discomfort. This sound was seemingly all for his benefit, to make him feel it, to make the sensation of conquering her throat all the greater. What a fucking slut she was. He gave it to her good and firm, his balls making a heavy slapping noise against her chin as he did exactly what he said he'd do... fucking her face. Her lips were stretched thin as she inhaled his shaft. Every so often, David would pause with his full length down her throat, savoring the exquisite feeling.

"This throat is mine, bitch," David groaned victoriously, roughly gripping her by the hair. She had completely submitted to David, allowing him free reign to do whatever he wanted to her face. She was a cheap fucking bimbo... this was all she was good for. Throat full of cock, her oxygen running out, it was the only way at this point that her better half would stay down and out and allow the bimbo to keep on thriving.

It was like a switch had flipped within her. It was remarkable how quickly her bimbo half had been able to shed any vestige of the noble, admirable Detective Monica Palmer. With her better nature out of the way, gone was any resistance. Accepting her place, not only embracing her role as a bimbo but completely abandoning the cop part of herself, letting it fade into nothing at the end of his cock, she was rewarded by endless waves of unholy pleasure. This was existence as a bimbo... a blazing, all-consuming hunger for sex. A full-bodied, soul-deep craving for nasty fucking above all else. Every fiber, every nerve ending. She was turned on beyond belief. Nothing else mattered. Only pure hedonistic pleasure.

Even just minutes ago, when she thought she was so filled with lust she couldn't think straight, she was wrong. It was nothing compared to this. Clearly, the resistance within her had been dulling her senses. Now, every sense -- sight, smell, sound, touch, and taste -- they were all consumed with a hunger for David as she was granted the ability to embrace her true nature once and for all. She was meant for this, meant to be on her knees taking dick. And what greater bliss was there than to access your true self and embrace who you really are? For Monica, she now understood her purpose, her true potential, and this feeling of ultimate submission to the man standing before her was like nothing else.

This was where she was meant to be.

David's spit-soaked weapon was now lewdly driving in and out of her mouth with no mercy like a piston, her lips swollen from the rough action. He even took a step forward, forcing her lower on her knees so he could almost stand over her, driving his cock down into Monica's throat, his saliva-soaked balls making even more crude slaps as they collided with her chin. Her face smashed into his pelvis again and again as he used her roughly, throat-fucking her mercilessly.

This went on for what felt an eternity, which for Monica was absolute bliss. She could do this forever. Eyes heavy with all-consuming need, her mouth open and ready as she took David's full length down her throat, providing the alpha male the fuck-hole he required to slake his nastiest desires. Seated now on her butt more than her knees, she had one hand clinging to his firm thighs as her other was at her chest, pinching her own nipples, adding one added source of pleasure to this already overwhelming moment.

"Take that dick you fucking slut!" David growled lustfully. That was really all she could do. Just sit there and fucking take it. David's cock was gliding smoothly down her throat, hard as an iron bar as he did so. Each time he effortlessly pumped his cock all the way in, copious spit would ooze from her mouth, coating her chin and sticking to his weapon in frothy, sticky bands, staying forever connected as he kept driving his weapon into her tight, squeezing throat. His heavy, spit-soaked sack kept heavily colliding with her chin, further announcing his victory while simultaneously announcing her accomplishment, the heavy wet slap of his nuts against her face letting the world know what a good bimbo Monica had proven to be. She couldn't even hear the music pumping from the speakers in the room anymore. All she was focused on was giving David's perfect big cock exactly what it needed. Monica's eyes were rolled into the back of her head, both from pleasure and from lack of the air, but the latter seemed not to be as pressing of an issue as it used to be. She could do this for as long as David needed, her throat squeezing at his swollen pole every time he drove it in deep.

She was doing a very good job, both the pleasure of her throat and the knowledge of what he was doing was taking him close to the edge. He could do this all day, and was tempted to really just luxuriate in an extended, brutal face-fucking, a moment he would remember forever, but he was impatient. He wanted more. It was the sight of her heavy, soft, natural tits jiggling and bouncing as he drilled her throat roughly that inspired his next action.

Getting as much as he could from Monica's throat, he waited till the last possible moment before stopping. Then, David slowly pulled his heavy, lengthy, saliva-coated cock from Monica's tight, squeezing throat, bands of her own spit landing on her gorgeous face as he took a step back. Monica followed this action with a deep, desperate gasp for breath, but in the state she was in, her own wellbeing was secondary. She was so ravenously hungry for David's big cock that she lunged forward before he could get out of reach, grasping the base of it. Forsaking any more air in order to inhale David's meat again, she took his swollen prick back into her mouth again, wrapping her lips around it before it could get too far away.

"Ha..." David laughed, amused at Monica's desperation, his voice tinged with lust as the detective reattached her mouth to his weapon. He was caught off guard seeing the ice-queen so nakedly hungry for cock, and while he was behind the driver's wheel here in terms of controlling the pace, he had to put the brakes on and appreciate this moment.

Given that he'd taken a step back, the brunette was forced to lean forward to suck his dick again, only taking about half of it into her mouth. But instead of fully submitting herself to a throat-fuck as she did before, this time she was on the offensive, bobbing on his shaft, really sucking his big cock. Her lips were wrapped tightly around the shaft, and her cheeks hollowed, sucking him off like a total slut. Her tongue was running wild against the underside of his massive prick as she attacked his swollen dick, going at it faster and faster, groaning in satisfaction from deep in her throat as she worked over his pole.

David had stopped the lewd throat-fuck for a reason, but he just had to savor just how well the detective was sucking his cock. She was really going for it, voraciously sucking his big dick, spit leaking from her lips as she went to town on his meaty shaft. He let himself revel in it for a couple minutes, closing his eyes and running a hand through his hair as the detective went crazy, losing control as she furiously sucked him off. He let his gaze fall back to her kneeling form, her face a blur as she bobbed up and down the top half of his sizable manhood. But then his eyes fall past this to the sight of her massive tits wobbling lewdly as she blew him, and he was reminded of why he'd stopped fucking her face. So, as good as it felt for him, he had to remind her who was driving here.

"Alright, that's enough..." he stated firmly, but she was too lost in the moment that it didn't get through. Finally, he had to lean over, using his long reach to roughly spank her ass.

SPANK!

This got through to her, her rhythm taken from her as she felt the heat of his crisp spank radiating from her ass. This moment's pause allowed him to step back, pulling his drool-covered cock from between her lips. But as the head of his manhood emerged from her hungry mouth, she tried to follow him and take his cock down her throat again. But David used the same palm he'd spanked her with to block her, pressing his palm into her forward, allowing himself to take another step back before releasing his hold on her. Her eyes went again to his cock, clearly about to try again, before he spoke up.

"Listen to me..." he growled firmly, pulling her focus back to him. The message got through, the dazed detective now looking up at him like the brainless, sex-crazed bimbo she was, awaiting David's next command.

"Come with me..." David said, crooking his finger as he backed towards the couch again. "I want to fuck your tits!" A dark thrill went through her at this lewd command. So many men had clearly wanted to slide their cocks between her tits over the years, but none ever had the spine to actually live out the dream. But it just felt right and proper that David should be the first to enjoy that honor. To break her tits in, so to speak. He had conquered her. They were his property anyway. He'd already taught her so much... he deserved a proper reward for all his hard work.

"Yes, Daddy..." Monica replied, panting for breath, proving her first use of that word was no accident, her mind forever altered by the experience of deep-throating his massive weapon. When that cock slid past her lips, she was a cop. When it emerged, she was a bimbo. Everything that had happened since that point was a blur, and it was only now that she was able to emerge from the bimbo blur for just a moment, allowing David's words to get through. And she was glad she did, as his command sent a jolt of excitement through her.

It was time to see what else his dick could do.

On her hands and knees, she crawled along the floor as she followed him back to the couch, arching her back to ensure her thong-clad ass was thrust out behind her for him to appreciate. This was all instinctual. She'd never been in this position. But the bimbo side of her that she'd been suppressing for years knew exactly what to do to make a true stud like David happy.

As David moved towards the couch, he slowly began to fully disrobe. Kicking off his shoes and socks, that gave him the opportunity to let his pants and boxer-briefs finally fall to the floor. Stepping out of them, he tossed away his suit coat before sitting down. Now seated, his spit-covered pillar standing erect and proud from his crotch, he calmly unbuttoned his shirt as he watched the busty detective crawling towards him, her eyes zeroed in on his weapon. Fuck, that was a sexy sight, something he'd dreamed of every day in the gym while working out right beside her. As she got close enough to make contact, resting her hands on his bare knees as she settled between his spread legs, he pulled his shirt open, shrugged it off, and tossed it aside, revealing his shredded abs and fit chest, a sight so impressive it pulled the lust-consumed detective's eyes away from his looming prick for a few moments. But her eyes quickly returned to his thick, beefy cock. As she settled in close, sitting on her knees, her expansive cleavage ended up right in line with his towering manhood. Biting her lip as she stared at it, she finally looked up at him, waiting to be given permission.

David simply looked down at her expectantly, giving her a firm, pointed glare that made her feel like a foolish airhead for waiting a second longer than she had to. He told her what he wanted. He'd made it quite clear. What was it about David that made Monica feel so stupid around him? For years on the force, she'd often felt like the smartest person in the room, a clear-headed, no-nonsense detective, building a name for herself on her keen intellect... but whenever she was around David, she always acted like such a nervous, stupid ditz. David had run circles around the cops from the start, clowning Joel over and over again, and embarrassing Monica repeatedly as he got what he'd wanted every step of the way. Even though she was more than a decade older than David, with a whole career behind her, and he was just some young punk fresh out of college... he'd proven himself her superior. Easily, naturally. For weeks she had been tortured by the feeling that he ALWAYS won, that he couldn't lose, that he always got his way, that he had bested her every step of the way, and decisively so. Perhaps it was time to stop questioning him and just follow his lead. Accept that he would always get his way, and that there was no point trying to fight it or ask why. When he said something, it would happen. And sometimes, it would be easier to just cut to the chase and take a more active role in her own further subjugation at the hands of the young, cocky stud. David told her he wanted to tit-fuck her... it was her responsibility to make that happen. The cop-and-criminal dynamic she had thought defined their relationship had always been a lie, she could see that now. In this equation, she was the brainless bimbo, and he was the smart, capable stud.

It was the natural order of things.

Looking up at him with a humbled look in her eyes, she held his gaze as she reached up and palmed each of her massive, perfect tits, lightly pinching her own nipples as she did so. Still meeting his eyeline, she lightly squeezed her giant boobs as she pulled them apart, exposing the entirety of her cavernous cleavage, and the extra-silky, smooth breast-flesh between her mountainous tits. Knee-walking a little closer so his baseball bat was poised in place in the crevasse between her tits, a coy smile lit up her face as she paused for effect. He raised his eyebrow, staring her down impatiently, and seeing that she had his full attention, she gave him what he wanted, squeezing her tits together, smothering the length of his shaft with absolute softness.

"Oh my God, haha..." David groaned, laughing at how amazing it felt to have the detective's massive, firm melons finally pressed around his weapon. The detective's warm, fleshy jugs ballooned out against his diamond-hard manhood. The smooth, silky flesh squeezed around his shaft, but even Monica's deep, cavernous cleavage could not fully contain the full length of his python, the head and an inch or two of shaft emerging from the top of her cleavage. Her nimble fingers digging into her fleshy udders, the nearly naked cop began sliding her tits along his length, making sure every inch of his prick got a good feel of her soft, pillowy melons.

"You like that?" Monica asked sweetly, her heavy breasts slapping heavily against his crotch as she bounced them against the base of his meat.

"Mmm... god damn..." David sighed, every sign of approval he gave sending a rush of pleasure through the bimbo detective's body. He chewed on his lower lip to fight off the particularly potent spike of pleasure her huge rack brought to his big dick as she sank onto him again and again, his shaft disappearing into her deep cleavage. He then reached down, placing his hands over hers, and pressed her tits even more firmly against his throbbing prick, digging his fingers into the succulent flesh as much as he could, giving her a better idea of what he was looking for. Roughly squeezing her tits around his swollen dick, he couldn't help but marvel at how good it felt. "Fuck! These tits were made for titty-fucking! Holy shit!" He fell back again, letting the kneeling older woman worship his big cock with her equally big tits.