Tell him to get to business

"Uuuuunh~" you moan, "Just fuck me already!"

The officer laughs at this. "Don't need to ask me twice!" he responds, removing his hands from your body in order to undo his pants. He drops them to the dirt beneath himself and steps out of them.

He roughly turns you around and pushes you up against a tree; the bark scrapes against you slightly. You feel his hardness at your entrance. Wait, you were forgetting something. "Condom!" you remember.

"Ah, right, almost forgot." You hear the man pick up his pants and start fumbling with them behind you. You're unable to turn around and look -- your hands are still cuffed behind you and you're leaning against a tree. Soon enough you hear the sound of foil tearing. A minute later, you feel his dick at your entrance again. Then, you feel a fullness that was unfamiliar only this morning, and yet has now become commonplace over the past few hours.

The cop thrusts into you roughly several times, and you grimace at the intrusion. Within a minute though, his cock was lubricated by your juices enough that you actually start to enjoy yourself. You find yourself moaning slightly as you're used by the officer.

"Uncuff me," you grunt between thrusts. The man behind you stops.

"Why should I?" he asks.

You pause before answering. "So I can... rub myself," you say.

"You'd better not try anything funny," he says. You hear the jingling of cuff keys and feel him messing with the cuffs. Moments later, you feel them spring free from your wrists. You stretch your arms out and push yourself off of the tree, happy to not have the rough bark pressed against your shoulder any longer.