Raise your hand if you saw this coming.

Bent over the hood of a cop car with the officer’s cum covered fingers in his mouth and the cop's other hand teasing his wide open asshole, DJ found himself in a situation that he would have never expected. The worst part about it was how much it was turning him on. He felt every nerve ending in his body light up as the cop’s fingers teased around his abused rim. The rim of an asshole that had held a random uber driver’s latex clad cock only minutes before.

Without even realizing he was doing it, DJ wiggled his hips and tried to get the cop to go deeper. Even as that was occurring, his tongue and lips were busy sweeping all the vestiges of his pathetic sissy dribble from the cops latex glove covered fingers. DJ’s mind felt detached from his body as he felt every instinct drive him farther and farther from any actions he would have chosen.

The cops fingers pulled from between DJ’s cherry covered lips. The tip of his pink tongue slid out and cleaned any residual left behind off of the lipstick covered surface of his face. “Now, I need to make sure there aren’t any hidden weapons, toys, or **** hiding. And far as I can tell, there is only one place left there might be some.”

DJ felt the cop pulling his ass cheeks apart to give him better access to his puckered hole. The spit slick pointer finger slipped inside the opening with little trouble. While the driver’s cock hadn’t been large, it had certainly been thicker than a finger. Yet even with the skinny digit inside of him, DJ felt intense pleasure surge up his spine. “Fuck.” He whimpered and arched his back, trying to push against the cop’s hand to fit more inside of him.

Slowly the cop’s finger began to slide in and out. Each knuckle was a tiny surge of pleasure to the feminized man. Just as he was getting used to the feeling, a second finger joined without warning. The large cop’s fingers were now thicker than the driver’s dick had been. DJ could feel himself being stretched around the fingers as his hole was spread. “Oh shit. Fuck me.” DJ’s breath began to pant in and out of him.

Thinking this was as bad as it could get, or as good depending on what part of his body you asked, DJ’s hips began to rock back and forth to meet the officer’s thrusts. The cage, kept hidden till now by the flimsy thong, bounced its way out of the tiny triangle of fabric as he got fingerfucked. DJ’s theory of how bad this could get was proven wrong as the cop shoved his third finger inside of the boy. “FUCK!” DJ’s knees began to buckle as the man hammered into him.

Unable to hold himself up any longer, DJ collapsed against the hood of the cop car. His plastic cage was smashed between his meaty thighs and the side of the cruiser. The cop behind him held him up against the car with one hand while pistoning the other in and out of the boy’s hole. Unable to stop himself, DJ began to moan with each thrust. He could feel his orgasm building. He was surprised he could reach another orgasm so soon after being milked by the driver’s dick. Letting all of those thoughts go, DJ focused instead on the feelings of the aggressive manual stimulation his prostate was receiving.

“Fuck me, fuck, oh fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck.” DJ’s vocabulary disappeared under the onslaught of sensations. Suddenly, the waves of orgasm rolled across his body. His hole squeezed down on the cops fingers and his hips bucked, banging the cage against the side of the car repeatedly. Tiny spurts of cum splattered out of his cage to land against the side of the car holding him up.

Before he could recover from the mind numbing orgasm the rough finger fucking had given him, he felt the cop’s fingers slip out of him. There was a moment as his abused hole felt the emptiness and he mewled in sadness. The feeling was short lived as the plug that the cop had found in his purse earlier was slid inside of him.

Stepping away from the collapsed man, the officer stripped the dirtied gloves off and threw them towards a dumpster in the alley way. With the cop no longer pushing him against the car, DJ’s weak legs stopped supporting him and he crumpled to the ground. His head rested against the side of the cop car as he stared forward blankly.

“God damnit slut. Look at the fucking mess you made of my car!” The officer’s voice boomed out and shook DJ’s consciousness back to the present. Pulling away from the panel with an almost lethargic slowness, DJ stared at the dribbling semen that was sliding down towards the ground. “Clean that shit off.”

DJ’s frayed mind tried to understand as he looked around searching for something to clean the car with. Tired of waiting for the dumb blonde to figure out what he meant the officer grabbed a fistful of hair and shoved DJ’s face into the stream of cum that he had leaked all over the car. “Fucking lick it up bitch.”

The post nut clarity of his situation set in and the man that had been completely straight less than 4 hours ago leaned in and began to lap up the mess of his salty and slimy cum. The dusty sides of the car only made the taste worse. Long licks slobbered up and down the car as DJ did anything he could think of so as not to be arrested.

Letting go of the blonde, the cop stepped around him and moved to his car. Opening the door he stepped in and started it up. DJ scrambled away from the rumbling vehicle, landing on his bottom. The feeling of his mostly bare plump ass on the ground was made worse as the long metal plug was pushed deeper inside of him. “Fuck!” He cried out again, this time with more pain than pleasure.

“Don’t let me catch you turning tricks out here again…DJ Haitch.” Throwing the crossdresser’s purse and ID to the ground, the cop rolled up his window and drove away.

DJ stared at the receding image of the car and stood up. His knees wobbled, not from the tall platform heels on his feet, but from the aftermath of the rough digital **** he had received. Stumbling over to his purse and ID, he bent over at the hips to pick them up off the ground. It took him a few tries to pick up the ID. The long nail extensions making it difficult to get under the card.

Standing up straight, he looked around and realized he was alone. Seeing the store that the driver had brought him here for, he realized he could go inside there. Looking farther around him, he spotted a public bus station, the bus pulling up to it. Of course, he could simply call another driver too.

‘So, what do we think folks?’