"I'm taking you home."

He smirks "I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to come with me?" He says.

Eagerly you get out of the car. You want him to know that you're eager. That you're going to do whatever he wants you to. You want him to know that you're here for his pleasure. "Taking me to the station, officer?" you ask. "Going to throw me and jail and discipline me?"

He shakes his head, seeming steadier. "No ma'am" He's still so respectful. What a fucking cop. "We're going back to my place."

Well that doesn't seem according to procedure. But it's clear just how easily you've gotten into his head. It's only a matter of time, you think, before you're in his pants.

Being a slut is so much easier than you expected.

You get into the back of the cruiser. Sitting there makes you feel bad. Like you're guilty of some violation. Maybe not of the law, but of basic decency.

And he takes you out into a suburban neighborhood. The type where things like this go on all the time, but no one ever admits it. And he has you step out of the car. You do and linger for a moment, hoping maybe someone will see you, half naked, with this upstanding officer.

But no one does. And he leads you into the door.

And now in the house, you wait for him to get his wits about him and take you. You wait for him to build up the courage to give into his base instincts. You wait for this handsome, good guy cop to be a very bad guy thing.

But you don't expect it when he shouts "Darling... I'm home."

This is... wait, what?

And he adds. "I brought you another one."

You have no response for this. You don't even know what to think. Maybe you're not as in control as you think you are. Maybe he's not as upstanding as you think he is. But maybe... that means something unexpectedly wonderful is going to happen.

And his darling appears around the corner. A gorgeous woman with long blonde hair, in a sports bra and tight workout shorts. And it's clear that she's been working out. Hell it's clear that she may do nothing else than work out.

Her body is amazingly cut. Not a 6-pack but 8-pack abs. Muscular. Not an inch of fat. And pretty too, with a similarly, classically, all-American attractive face. But then a sleeve of tattoos down one arm.

But there's not too much time for you to process exactly what kind of people these are, and who she is. Because she immediately tears off her shorts, exposing her bald, glistening cunt. And she says one word.

"Eat."

And what else can you do? You suck her long labia into your mouth, and your lips and tongue and teeth begin to play over every inch of her pussy.

She grabs a handful of hair at the back of your head and holds you in place aggressively. It feels good to be dominated. It feels just as good with this woman as it did with your Master back home.

You lick and slick at her cunt. You suck on her clit. She doesn't make a noise. But her body twitches and shudders. And you know you're doing a good job.

You have no idea what Mr. Police Officer is doing. Watching, of course. But jerking off maybe? If he's allowed. You get the feeling you know who's in charge in this relationship.

You keep licking and sucking. Her juices are great, pouring out onto your tongue.

You try to reach a hand up her stomach, feel her 8-pack. But she throws it back down. So you just wrap it around one of her legs.

It's as if you're begging her and eating her at the same time.

You haven't been with a woman since college. But the sensation returns to you, the feeling of a twat on your tongue brings it all back. You remember exactly what to do. You remember being good at it.

And clearly you still are because the woman actually stumbles a bit as your tongue flicks at her more intensely. How hot would it be, you think, to bring her to her knees.

Faster. Faster. Deeper. Deeper.

You try, but she's too strong. And you're too weak. At least right now. Until the game changes.

And finally she's there. She shoves you back onto your ass and shouts "Cunt!" While her pussy squirts a furious stream of juices onto your face and hair. You try your best to open your mouth and take some in. It's a pleasing moment.

She turns to her husband who is standing, watching, but his hard bulge still in his pants.

"You brought me a good one this time." She says. He smiles. "A very good one." She looks over at you with her pretty face registering approval. "In fact, I think we should do something with this one that we haven't done in a long time. I think she deserves something special."

You sit up on you knees like an eager doggy. Yes, you think, you've earned something special.

The woman looks over at her cop husband. He nods. Does he know what she has in mind? Maybe.