Cop didn't finish

The cop grabs your head. "Open your mouth, bitch," he orders.

You shakily comply, and he rams his cock down your throat. You gag and can feel the lack of air pressing on your panic button, and this causes your tears to well up and spill down your cheeks. He pulls back and slams in again.

"That's it, bitch, you're just **** to be a hole for cocks, aren't you?" the man cackles; you can see out the corner of your eye that he's pulling his clothes back on. The woman is weeping quietly into her hands.

Truthfully, the **** hasn't been wrong yet. You close your eyes and feel. The helplessness as the strong hands around your head pull you on and off the cop's thick cock, the fluids leaking from your disappointed cunt, the burn of your lungs. You feel small and weak and helpless. You risk a glance up at the angry policeman and his silhouette is so imposing you feel your cunt twitch in renewed interest.

"Mind if I lend a hand?" the man asks the cop casually as he crouches around you, smelling of sweat and sex, gesturing to your cunt. The cop glares at him, veins in his neck throbbing, but doesn't say no.

You whimper and try to twist your hips away - you're still too sensitive and the first rough touch of the alleyway **** feels like sandpaper. You sound a wail around the cop's cock - though you're guessing by the cop's stuttered breathing he rather like that.

The man grabs you by the waist firmly and snakes his hand between your thighs, stroking your damp labia with fervor. "You're a rare one, aren't you. Bet you'd have helped to hold her down if I'd asked." There's a note of wonder in his amused depravity, and you silently thank God that there's a cock in your mouth so you can't give an incriminating answer.

And then he's brutally thumbing your clit, and you twist and squirm. This isn't what you want, it's too much - and dear God it feels so good.

He forces a second orgasm from you and you moan around the cock in your mouth. The cop grunts and jerks suddenly, pushing in as far as your throat will let him. After the longest seconds of your life the cop pulls out, and you cough. The man holding you starts rubbing your clit again, and it burns. "Please, no," you whimper, leaning away even as you marvel at the man's persistence.

The cop lets out a shaky breath, and fixes his clothing. His gaze lingers on the alleyway ****. "I should arrest you," he finally mutters to no one in particular. "Stop that and get out. You've got two minutes." He exits the alley.

The alleyway **** smirks at you. "Don't look at me like you didn't enjoy every bit of that."