Officer Rogers rogers you

But the words don't register in your foggy mind. All you know is that your body is begging for more, your pussy wet and ****. And as you stare up at him, your eyes glazed and unfocused with desire, you know that you're going to do whatever it takes to get it. You start to suck in earnest, your cheeks hollowing out as you take him deeper into your throat. His hand moves to the back of your head, guiding you in a steady rhythm, and you're lost to the sensation of his cock filling your mouth, his taste overwhelming you. Your hand slips between your legs, your fingers sliding through your slick folds, as you try to ease the ache that's building inside of you.

He pulls out of your mouth and walks around you, pushing you down on all fours, your huge breasts swaying, your ass up, back arched with sexual tension, your swollen pussy hot and aching ro be filled. Need. That’s what you feel. Unthinking, unrequited need.

He says something, but it's all a blur. The only thing you can focus on is the feeling of his hand on your ass, the way he spreads your lips and slides a finger inside you. You're so wet, so ready for him, that he has no trouble pushing his thick finger in deep. You moan, pushing back against him, begging for more. "Is this what you want, Becky?" He asks, his voice a dark whisper.

You nod frantically, your body trembling with need. “Cock… want your cock…” you mutter. You've never felt so consumed by lust. You're his to use, his to command. You want to scream it from the rooftops. Yes, you want it all. You want to be his little slut, his bimbo plaything. You want his cock. “Please sir. I want some more…” you beg in supplication.

“More?” Officer Rogers says, a hint of amusement in his voice. “You’re a fan of Dick-ins?” He withdraws his finger and you feel a sense of loss, but it's quickly replaced by the feeling of his cock pressing against your entrance. You're so wet that he slides in with ease, filling you up in a way that makes you feel complete. You whimper, your body adjusting to the sudden intrusion. He's so big and the sensation is exhilarating. You try to push back, to slide back and forth along his woderfully thick shaft but he grips your hips. Your breasts bounce as your impetus ceases and he controls your little body completely. He decides how much more you will have, not you. He is in control. He is the authority of your pleasure.

He starts to thrust into you, slow at first, giving you time to get used to the sensation. Each stroke is a mix of delicious satisfaction and pleasure, making your pussy clench around him. You can feel yourself getting wetter with every thrust, your juices coating his cock and dripping moisyly down your legs. You're so lost in the moment that you don't even care about the mess you're making on your carpeted floor. All you can think about is the feeling of being filled, the way he's using you for his own satisfaction. Fucked doggy style on all fours like a bimbo slut.

As he speeds up, the pleasure becomes more intense, your moans turning into screams of ecstasy. You can feel your orgasm building, your body tightening around him. You're so close, so close to coming, but you know it's not enough. You need more. You need to be used harder, faster. "Please, sir," you whine, your voice a mix of pleasure and desperation, "fuck me harder!"

Officer Rogers complies, his hips slamming into you with a **** that makes your whole body shake. Your breasts slap against the carpeted floor, your nipples aching from the constant friction. You can feel your orgasm approaching, and it's like nothing you've ever experienced before. The pleasure is so intense, so all-consuming, that you're amost sure you're going to pass out.

You reach back with one hand, your nails digging into the flesh of your own ass, urging him to go deeper, faster. He grabs your hip with one hand, his other coming around to squeeze your breast, twisting your nipple as he fucks you harder. The pain sends shockwaves through your body, but it only makes you wetter, your pussy clenching around him like a vice.

He's getting closer, you can feel it. His breath is coming in harsh pants, his grip on your hip tightening. And then, with a final, brutal thrust, he cums. You feel the warmth of his semen flood into you, filling you up, claiming you. You scream out your own orgasm, your body shaking with the **** of it. It's like nothing you've ever felt before, a wave of pleasure that crashes over you and leaves you gasping for air.

He doesn't stop, though. He keeps fucking you, his cum mixing with your own juices, creating a wet, sloppy mess. He's not done with you yet. You're his toy, his to use, and he's going to make sure you're fully satisfied before he lets you go. His strokes become more erratic, his breathing more ragged, his cock swelling inside of you. Then he sags, spent.

For a moment, you're just there, panting and trembling, your new body still trying to process the intense pleasure it just experienced. You feel... changed. Different. And as the fog of your bimbo-induced lust starts to lift, a niggling concern surfaces in the back of your mind: birth control. You've never had to worry about it before, but now... now you're a woman with a pussy that's just been used without a condom. Panic starts to set in as the reality of the situation crashes down around you. What if... what if you get pregnant?