The Cop: Ending Number 4

After what feels like hours you hear footsteps coming down the hallway, the door creaks open and the cop from earlier comes into the room, confidently swaying. She slams the door closed as she walks through it, glaring at you from across the room.

“We’re going to have some fun Clark. Well, not ‘we’ so much, mostly me. I’ve been looking forward to my turn to **** you.”

She looks gleefully sadistic as she says this, wasting no time getting right to the point.

“I see you’re still tied up, that’s very good, it makes it easy for me to use you however I want.”

She takes her baton and slams it into her palm a few times before tossing it aside and slinking up the foot of the bed. She completely ignores your cock as she crawls over your body, not stopping until her knees are on either side of your head, her feet now further pinning down your already restrained arms. She looks down and smirks at you before sitting directly on your face, smothering you between her thighs.

The smell of her is intoxicating, you open your mouth on instinct, quickly discovering her pussy is right above your mouth, and she’s not wearing any underwear under her fishnets. Your mouth open you reach your tongue out, and she laughs as she starts to tease you - grinding against your face, never letting you ​really​ get a taste. Every time you tilt your chin up in the hopes of burying your face in her pussy, she lifts her hips just enough to pull out of your reach, leaving you more and more ****. Finally she grinds down, riding your face, but only for a moment before she climbs down from the bed.

Reaching down into her dress she pulls out what looks like a small silver bullet vibrator. She sets it on the bed and strips off her dress and heels, leaving the fishnets and hat on. Her tits are huge, combined with her slim waist and strong thighs she’s a voluptuous dream come true.

Climbing onto the bed again, she straddles you this time, teasingly rubbing her pussy over your cock, She reaches down and with one hand rips at her fishnets, creating a hole right over her pussy. Positioning herself perfectly, she penetrates herself slowly with your cock, sitting down completely filling her pussy, then she stops.

“No thrusting Clark, this is for me, not you. I want your cock inside me while I cum, but if you thrust even once I will take that baton to your balls. Don't even think about cumming.”

She grabs the tiny vibrator and places it right above her clit, watching you carefully as she turns it on. You gasp when you feel the vibrations, you want to thrust so badly! She starts moaning with her sultry voice, you can feel her pussy tightening and relaxing over and over on your hard cock. She uses her free hand to pinch and twist her nipples, the little vibrator is quite powerful, with how much her pussy is contracting you think she’s already about to cum.

Looking at you sadistically again she starts riding you hard and fast, vibrator still on her clit, her head rolls back as she moans in pleasure, cumming all over your hard cock. If she only rode you just a moment or two longer you would be cumming so hard! But she doesn’t even take a minute to savor her own orgasm, she gets off you right away, not wanting to push you over the edge, just bring you dangerously close.

She opens a drawer on the nightstand and pulls out a plastic chastity belt. It is blue to match the color of her police uniform. With the dexterity of a woman that has done this before, she quickly compresses your hard cock down into the cage and gets you locked up. "I like for my prisoner to feel me the first time. It makes the next few even more torturous. You can thrust as much as you want now."

She returns to the drawer and pulls out a thick blue cock extender that fits perfectly over your new cage. Now when she starts to ride you again, you feel nothing. No warm pussy, no pleasant vibrations, and no tightening as she cums. You can of course hear every one of her groans and moans. You can see her face scrunch up each time she cums. You thrust out of instinct helping her to achieve her orgasms while getting nowhere close to one of your own.

After six more orgasms, she gets off your new fake cock and starts to get dressed. "Thanks for the good time. I'll let Paige know that I'm done with you" she says sternly, picking up her baton. She sashays out of the room, giving a little wave over her shoulder but not turning around.

You lay on the bed for a long time until eventually Paige comes back. Her eyes land on your cock and cage and she starts to giggle uncontrollably. "Oh so THAT's what she meant about mailing the key tomorrow." She comes over to the bed, unties you, and gives you a kiss. "Sorry I can't take it off baby, I don't have the key. She left 15 minutes ago with some dude dressed like a firefighter. Sounds like it will be a few days until the mail delivers it."

She starts to jerk off your fake blue cock and says with a happy sigh "guess I'll just have to try this thing out for the next few days. Oh well."