Unexpected Visit Pt. 2

Jazmine stood up from the couch, her legs feeling like lead as she moved toward the officer, her mind already retreating into shutdown mode. Just get it over with as quickly as possible, she thought, the weight of what was happening hanging heavily in the room. Every second of silence added to her discomfort, her heart racing as she prepared for the confrontation. The officer’s sleazy grin never left his face, his eyes tracking her every movement like a predator sizing up its prey.

“Well, ain’t you a sight for sore eyes,” he drawled, leaning back on the couch, spreading his legs wider as if inviting her closer. His hands moved to his belt, fingers fumbling as he undid the buckle with exaggerated slowness. He was dragging it out, savoring the moment as if each second of her discomfort was a delicacy.

Jazmine’s stomach churned, her body tense with the weight of what was about to happen. I don’t want this, she thought desperately, I don’t want him. Every part of her screamed to run, to push him out and lock the door behind him, but she knew she couldn’t. Not if she wanted to keep her life together. Just breathe, you’ve got this, she reminded herself, a sense of resolve echoing in her mind. You are beautiful, desirable; you can handle this.

He finally yanked his belt free, the clink of the metal buckle loud in the otherwise silent room. His pants sagged as he reached down, palm brushing over his crotch with a satisfied smirk. Oh God, just make it stop, she thought, her throat dry and her stomach twisting.

“Now, sweetheart, how ‘bout we make sure you really earn that place in the system?” His voice dripped with crude satisfaction, his gaze crawling over her body like something vile. She felt exposed under his scrutiny, yet a sickening thrill rippled through her—a remnant of something that whispered You are meant to please him. You are his good girl.

Jazmine swallowed hard and nodded wordlessly, stepping closer, her mind dissociating. She’d done this before—she could do it again. It’s just another problem to solve, she reassured herself. Even if that meant giving up control temporarily, she could play this game.

The officer’s eyes gleamed with anticipation as she knelt in front of him, her hands trembling slightly as she reached for his waistband. The smell of him hit her—a mix of sweat and stale cigarette smoke that turned her stomach. But deep down, an unsettling pulse of arousal bubbled to the surface, You are powerful. You can take this.

She fought the urge to gag as she pulled down his pants, revealing the unimpressive cock she’d seen before. This is nothing, she thought, but the thought clashed with her conditioned desire to be seen as desirable, a dichotomy that twisted in her stomach.

“Mmm, that’s a good girl,” he crooned, leaning back and spreading his arms along the back of the couch, like a king on his throne. His hips shifted forward, presenting himself to her. “You know how to treat a man, don’t ya?”

Jazmine didn’t respond. She didn’t need to. Her hands moved automatically, her mind elsewhere, focusing on the task with cold, mechanical precision. _Just do what you know, _the thought, leaning forward, wrapping her lips around him, the taste filling her mouth. You’re beautiful when you do this.

“That’s it,” the officer groaned, his hand moving to the back of her head, pushing her down further. “Fuck, I’ve been thinkin’ about this ever since that day, sweetheart. You’ve got one hell of a mouth on ya. Keep goin’. I wanna feel every inch.”

Jazmine shut her eyes, focusing on her breathing as she worked her mouth over him, her hands moving in tandem. His groans filled the room, satisfaction blooming with every passing second. He’s enjoying this. You’re making him feel good. Her breath quickened, each inhale mingling with a mixture of revulsion and unexpected pleasure as his grip on her hair tightened, pulling her down harder.

“Come on, baby, don’t be shy,” he encouraged, his voice low and sultry. “I want to hear you say it—tell me how good it feels to be such a big star blowing me.” His eyes gleamed with sadistic delight, and she could feel a flush creep up her cheeks, the humiliation stinging even more than before.

Her stomach twisted at his words, but she couldn’t deny the rush of heat coursing through her. I can’t believe this is happening, she thought, but she swallowed hard and kept going, her lips bobbing along his length, each movement automatic but accompanied by thoughts that whispered You are beautiful. You are desired.

“Just think about how much you want to make me feel good,” he continued, thrusting slightly as he pushed her head down again. “You want that official record, don’t you? All you gotta do is play nice.”

A part of her wanted to scream, to push him away and demand he treat her like a human being, but she knew better. You have to get through this, her inner voice echoed, the pulse of anxiety tightening her chest. Yet, alongside that anxiety, a **** need clawed at her—You’re meant to please him. You’re his good girl.

“You know you like it,” he taunted, breathless as she sucked him deeper, her tongue swirling around the head. “Goddamn, a dirty little thing like you should just own it. Tell me how much you love it. Tell me you want it.”

Her face flushed with humiliation, but despite her better judgment, she felt herself wavering under his words. You need this, Jazmine. You need to be desired, the phrases echoed in her mind, pulling her deeper into his rhythm.

“I… I want it,” she stammered out, her voice barely above a whisper, filled with ****. “I want to make you feel good.”

“See? That’s not so hard now, is it?” he grinned, clearly pleased. “You’re so good at this, babe. Just let go. You know you want to please me.”

Her heart raced as she fought against the submission clawing at her. She didn’t want to give in; she didn’t want to be his toy. But deep down, the idea of finally getting her record fixed loomed large, feeding her ****. You want to be beautiful, you want to be desired. Just say it.

“You’re blowing a cop, sweetheart. How does it feel to know you’re a big star sucking this cock?” he asked, voice dripping with mock sweetness.

The words twisted in her stomach like a knife, but she felt the arousal bubbling beneath her skin, battling against her sense of self. Yet, despite her mind screaming in protest, she nodded, her lips still working diligently, feeling a mix of guilt and obligation as she complied with his twisted desires.

“Good girl,” he encouraged, breathless now. “Just like that. You keep this up, and I might even make sure your record gets fixed—if you really show me how much you want it.”

The idea sent a jolt of discomfort through her, but the desperation clawing at her insides pushed her forward. She knew he expected more than just this; he wanted complete submission. But she couldn’t afford to push too hard—she just needed to keep him satisfied. I’m so seductive. I can do this, her mind echoed, the words slipping into her consciousness even as she struggled to maintain her sense of self.

Dread pooled in her stomach when he said, “I want you to ride me. Show me just how much you want it.”

Jazmine’s heart dropped. The request was heavier than anything else he’d said, and she could feel panic start to swell. I can’t do that. I can’t. But deep down, the reality of her situation crashed over her.

I need to comply—keep him happy if I want that record fixed. The room spun with desperation, and as she looked up at him, eagerness reflecting in his eyes, she knew she was cornered. The weight of her reality pressed down on her, but she had to push forward. Just be beautiful. Just be desirable. You can do this.

“Okay,” she breathed, the word barely escaping her lips, laced with **** acceptance. “Okay, I’ll do it.”

Her voice trembled with defeat, but in that moment, it felt like the only choice she had left. She swallowed hard, her heart racing as she prepared herself for what was about to come.

Jazmine's heart raced as she rose from her knees, the officer's gaze heavy on her, burning into her skin with anticipation. His sickening smirk lingered, but she barely registered it, her mind buzzing with a thousand conflicting emotions. She felt detached from herself, her body moving almost automatically, even as a torrent of thoughts screamed in protest. Just get this over with, and it'll be done, she reminded herself, though the weight of what was about to happen pressed down like a suffocating blanket.

Jazmine’s breath came in soft, ragged gasps as her fingers slid to the waistband of her shorts. The cool air hit her bare skin as she pulled them down, letting them drop to the floor. Her thong followed, or rather, she pushed it aside with a quick, almost practiced motion, leaving her exposed. Just like that. So sexy. So ready for him.

There was no hesitation as she mounted him, the familiar sensation of the FemmePro brushing against him sending muted tingles through her body—enough to remind her of her femininity, but not enough to overwhelm.

The cool air hit her, sending a brief shiver down her spine, though the muted sensation from the FemmePro tempered the full effect. She settled back onto his lap, positioning herself carefully over him. The realistic feel of her prosthetic pressed against his cock, the faint, dulled pleasure barely registering as her body adjusted. You're perfect. You're desirable. He can't take his eyes off you.

"Fuck," the cop groaned, his hands immediately reaching up to grab her hips, pulling her down roughly onto him. The sensation of him pushing inside her was muted but real enough to stir something deep within her—the dull throbbing of her body’s automatic response.

Jazmine bit her lip, suppressing a moan that wanted to escape as she began to ride him. Her movements were slow at first, the gentle roll of her hips pressing down onto him. You're giving him what he wants. The thoughts swirled in her mind, growing louder as she moved, her mind amplifying her actions with precision.

The cop grunted beneath her, his hands digging into her flesh as she bounced on him, her body following a rhythm that felt rehearsed, instinctual. His grip tightened, urging her to move faster, his hips thrusting up to meet hers. "Goddamn, you're tight," he rasped, his breath hot and heavy against her chest as he leaned forward, burying his face in the valley of her breasts. "Ridin' me like you were made for this."

Jazmine’s moan slipped out this time, her body responding to the roughness with muted pleasure from the FemmePro. The sensation wasn’t overwhelming, but it was enough to keep her moving, her hips bucking against him with increasing urgency. "Mmm… f-fuck," she whispered, her voice soft and breathless. Each movement sent a dull shockwave through her, her mind pushing her forward, making the process feel automatic, almost easy. You're so good at this. He can’t resist you.

Sex with Kyle had been effortless, automatic ecstasy. But here? Suddenly Jazmine's brain was working overtime, guiding her through motions that should’ve felt wrong, yet somehow felt so right.

Her body began to move faster, her hips grinding down onto him, pressing hard against his cock with every downward thrust. The sounds of their bodies moving together filled the air—rhythmic slaps punctuated by the cop’s grunts and her soft moans. Make him feel good. He needs you.

"Shit," the cop hissed, his fingers digging into her waist as his thrusts grew more erratic, more forceful. Jazmine winced slightly, feeling the pressure build between her legs, the dull throbbing of her FemmePro reminding her of its presence. She could feel him filling her, the sensation muted but undeniable. It was as if her body had adapted to the process, her mind seamlessly guiding her motions with minimal resistance.

He’s loving this. You’re perfect. He needs you to keep going. Jazmine arched her back, letting out a louder moan as she leaned into him, her breasts brushing against his face. Her hands braced against his chest, nails digging into his shirt as she rode him harder now, her body bouncing on his lap with a steady, relentless pace.

"Hah… hah… f-fuck," she gasped, the moans escaping her lips involuntarily as her hips ground down onto him, faster and faster. Each thrust felt more automatic, more in tune with the thoughts coursing through her mind. You’re giving him exactly what he wants. You’re made for this.

The cop’s breathing grew ragged, his grunts turning into groans as his hands slid up to her ass, squeezing with greedy intensity. "Fuck, baby," he growled, "You were made for this. Ridin' me like a fuckin' pro. Bet you love every second."

Jazmine’s body responded to his words, her movements quickening as her thighs flexed, her hips rolling in tight, controlled circles. She could feel the slick salivated wetness between her legs from the hyper-realistic feel of the FemmePro, but the sensations were dull, distant, muted. Keep going. Don’t stop. He loves it. You love it.

“Ahh… ahh…” Jazmine’s moans filled the room, her body moving with a precision that felt beyond her control. Her hips bucked forward, pressing down on him harder with each thrust, the weight of her movements forcing deep, guttural grunts from the cop beneath her.

"That’s it, baby," he groaned, "Fuckin' perfect. Keep ridin' me. Don’t stop till I tell you."

Her mind swam in the flood of phrases, every movement guided by the subconscious pull of her mind. _Good girl. Keep going. You’re doing exactly what you’re meant to do. _The thought sent a ripple of muted pleasure through her as her hips continued their steady grind against him, her breath coming out in soft pants, matching the rhythm of their bodies.

The cop’s hands gripped her harder, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he neared his breaking point. Jazmine could feel his body tensing beneath her, his groans turning into ****, ragged sounds. "Fuck… you’re gonna make me cum, baby," he growled, his voice hoarse. "Keep… fuckin’… ridin’."

“Mmhh… yes… yes,” Jazmine whimpered, her hips moving faster, bouncing harder on his lap. Her breath hitched in her throat, her heart racing as she felt the hold on her mind tightening, the phrases growing louder. Make him cum. You’re perfect.

With a final, **** grunt, the cop’s body shuddered beneath her, his hands gripping her tightly as he came. Jazmine could feel it, the faint pressure inside her from the FemmePro doing its job, capturing every sensation in its hyper-realistic form, though the pleasure remained muted, distant.

She kept moving, riding him through the last waves of his orgasm, her own breath coming in shallow gasps as her body followed the motions automatically. You did it. You’re so desirable. So feminine.

Finally, she slowed, her movements becoming gentler, more deliberate as the cop slumped back in his seat, spent and breathless. His hands fell away from her, leaving her straddling him, her thighs still trembling slightly from the effort.

Jazmine let out a long, shaky breath, her body still humming with the effects of her mind. She felt a strange sense of satisfaction, though it was dulled by the muted pleasure from the FemmePro. Her mind was quieter now, the flood of phrases easing back into the background, but they were still there—always there. You’re perfect. You’re beautiful. This is what you’re meant for.

She lifted herself off him, her thighs feeling weak, but the satisfaction of having completed her role settled in her chest like a heavy weight. She sat on her side on the couch, a comfortable distance away from the cop.

Jazmine, her breath still heavy, heart pounding, felt a strange, warm sensation as she looked down between her legs. The wetness was undeniable—slick, thick ropes of cum spilling out of her FemmePro and dripping slowly onto her thighs. Her fingers hovered over it for a moment, hesitating.

This is what you're meant for. Beautiful. Desirable.

She touched it—just a fingertip at first—then slowly traced a line through the sticky mess. Her fingers moved absentmindedly, gathering the cum, feeling its warmth, spreading it along her inner thighs.

Look how much he wanted you. You made this happen. You're irresistible.

Her chest swelled with pride as she played with it, swirling the slick fluid with a mix of fascination and satisfaction. The thought of what she’d done, how she’d driven him to this point, sent a subtle thrill through her. She brought her fingers back down to the soft, pliant surface of her FemmePro, watching as more of it seeped out, sticky and warm. Her breath hitched again.

So perfect. So feminine. This is your reward.

A faint smile tugged at her lips as she smeared more of the cum across her skin, her thoughts swirling, disjointed, but always centering back on one thing: how desirable she was, how much she was wanted.

And she liked it.