I couldn’t believe my luck when I saw the expensive designer dress in the shop window. I had to have it, even if it meant breaking the law. I quickly glanced around to make sure no one was watching, and then I slipped it off the hanger and into my bag.
But I wasn’t as sly as I thought. Before I knew it, a hand was on my shoulder and I was being led to the back office. I knew I was in trouble when I saw the stern face of Officer Daniels, a middle-aged man with grey hair and a chubby build.
“Miss, I’m going to have to ask you to empty your bag,” he said, his voice stern and unyielding.
I did as I was told, pulling out the dress and holding it in front of me. Officer Daniels raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. Instead, he told me to turn out my pockets and remove my shoes. He went through my wallet and my ID. “Mmm 18 huh, old enough for…. well.”
“Now, I’m going to have to search you,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.
I felt my heart race as he patted me down, his hands rough and impersonal as they moved over my body. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of humiliation as he made me lift my arms and spread my legs.
“I’m going to have to ask you to remove your clothes,” he said, his face expressionless.
“What? I can’t do that!” I protested, my face flushing with embarrassment.
“I’m afraid you don’t have a choice, Miss,” Officer Daniels said, his voice firm. “If you refuse, I’ll have to call your parents and the police.”
I knew I was caught. I had no choice but to comply. I slowly began to undress, my hands shaking as I removed my shirt and pants. I stood in front of Officer Daniels in just my bra and underwear, feeling more vulnerable than I ever had before.
“Everything,” he said, his eyes locked on mine.
I took a deep breath and unhooked my bra, letting it fall to the ground. I hesitated for a moment, but then I slid my underwear down my legs and stepped out of them. I stood before Officer Daniels, completely naked and utterly humiliated.
He made me turn around, his hands roughly groping my small breasts and feeling between my legs. I couldn’t help but whimper as he touched me, my body betraying my embarrassment. I could see his crotch he was getting a hard on.
“Please, Officer,” I begged, my voice trembling. “Don’t call my parents. I’ll do anything.”
Officer Daniels looked at me with a smirk, and I could see the lust in his eyes. I knew I had made a mistake coming to this store, and now I was paying the price.
“Anything?” he asked, his hand still resting between my legs. “Not sure… I might just call your mom and dad. Unless tell me what are you… willing to do with me.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I would have to prostitute myself to this man in order to keep him from calling my parents and turning me over to the police. I felt tears welling up in my eyes, but I blinked them back, determined not to give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry.
“Fine,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper, he looked old enough to be my dad. “What do you want me to do?”
Officer Daniels’ smirk grew wider as he looked me up and down. “I want you to get on your knees and pleasure me,” he said, his voice low and husky. “Then… after you sucked me off I am going to bend you over my desk and have fun.”
“Your disgusting, Married are you,” I dropped to my knees and he undid his trousers.
“I am married, I got 4 kids too,” he said as he got his cock out right in front of my face. His dick looked wrinkled but hard. He wanted action, I will give him what he wanted. I was about to give him an intense cork screw blowjob.
His words echoed in my head, “I am married, I got 4 kids too,” as he presented himself. His cock was thick, veiny, and definitely seen better days. It was hard, though, undeniably hard. A mix of disgust and a strange, unwanted curiosity washed over me. I hated him for putting me in this position, for taking advantage of my desperation. But a tiny, shameful part of me was also…intrigued? Disgusted and intrigued, that was a fun mix.
I took a deep breath, trying to block out everything but the task at hand. I had to get through this. I opened my mouth, and tentatively took him in. He tasted…old. Like stale cigarettes and something vaguely metallic. It was nothing like the glossy pictures in magazines, nothing like the fantasies I sometimes entertained. This was raw, real, and utterly humiliating.
But I had a job to do. I focused on technique, trying to remember things I’d read, things I’d seen online. I started slowly, gently, trying to coax a response. He groaned, a low rumble in his chest. Encouraged, I deepened my grip, running my tongue along the length of him.
Then, I remembered the “corkscrew” method. I’d read about it somewhere, how it was supposed to drive men wild. I wasn’t sure if it would work on a man like Officer Daniels, but I was willing to try anything to get this over with.
I started by tightening my lips around his shaft, creating a firm seal. Then, slowly, deliberately, I began to rotate my head, mimicking the motion of a corkscrew. I could feel him tense, his grip tightening on my hair.
He started to moan louder, a guttural sound that sent shivers down my spine. I continued the motion, faster now, applying more pressure. I could feel him throbbing against my tongue, his body trembling.
“Yeah, like that,” he rasped, his voice thick with lust. “Do it, baby. Do it good.”
I hated the way he talked to me, the way he looked at me. But I kept going, pushing myself to do what he wanted. I wanted this to be over. I wanted to go home.
The more I did it, the more turned on I got. I thought about my first kiss, the way I felt when I was with my boyfriend. All those feelings vanished. Then all of a sudden, “Stop… I don’t want to cum yet, come on, over the desk.”
I got up and walked over to the desk as he bent me over it. He got behind me and I felt his cock end slide up and down my labia and then… He slid inside of my pussy.
The initial shock of his entry made me gasp. It was rough, sudden, and filled me completely. I hadn’t been expecting it to feel…like that. A strange mix of pain and a burgeoning heat started to bloom within me.
“Uungh,” he grunted, his breath hot on the back of my neck. His hands gripped my hips, holding me firmly in place. “That’s it. Just like that.”
He started to move, slowly at first, testing the waters. I bit my lip, trying to stifle a whimper. The angle was awkward, uncomfortable, but there was a primal intensity to the way he was thrusting into me that was starting to override my initial revulsion.
“Ahhhh,” I moaned involuntarily, the sound escaping before I could trap it. It was a small sound, barely audible, but it seemed to embolden him.
He picked up the pace, his movements becoming more forceful, more demanding. The desk dug into my stomach, adding another layer of discomfort, but I found myself strangely focused on the feeling of him inside me, the way he was filling me, stretching me. The sound of our bodies colliding filled the small office, a rhythmic slap that echoed in my ears.
“Ungh…yeah,” he grunted again, deeper this time, his voice thick with exertion. “That’s it… take it… take it all.”
With each thrust, the heat inside me intensified. My body started to move with him, instinctively adjusting to his rhythm. I could feel myself starting to get lost in the sensation, the repetitive motion, the pressure, the heat.
“Ahhhh… ohhh,” I moaned again, louder this time, unable to contain the sounds. My hands gripped the edge of the desk, my knuckles white. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the surroundings, the reality of the situation, and just focus on the feeling.
He was relentless, pounding into me with a force that surprised me. For an older man, he had a surprising amount of stamina. The sound of my ass slapping against his stomach was getting louder, more pronounced, adding to the primal rhythm.
“Unngh… tighter… feel so good… tight.”
His words were crude, objectifying, but they somehow added to the intensity of the moment. I hated that I was responding to them, that my body was betraying me, but I couldn’t deny the growing pleasure that was building inside me.
“Oh God… oh God,” I whimpered, my voice trembling. My body was starting to shake uncontrollably. I was close, I could feel it.
He seemed to sense it too, because he increased his pace even further, his thrusts becoming more violent, more desperate. The sound of our bodies colliding reached a fever pitch.
“Ungh… ahhh… come on… come on for me… I am going to creampie you honey.”
Officer Daniels’ grip on my hips tightened as he slammed into me one final time, his body shuddering as he reached his climax. I could feel the warmth of his release filling me, his thick semen coating my insides. The sensation was overwhelming, pushing me over the edge into my own intense orgasm.
“Ahhhh!” I screamed, my body convulsing with pleasure. Waves of ecstasy washed over me, my pussy clenching and unclenching around his still-hard cock.
Officer Daniels remained buried inside me for a long moment, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. I could feel his heart pounding against my back, his sweat-slicked skin sticking to mine. The room was silent except for the sound of our ragged breathing. Slowly, he withdrew from me, his softening cock slipping out with a wet sound.
I felt a rush of his semen leak out, dripping down my thighs. I shuddered at the sensation, a mix of disgust and lingering pleasure. He stepped back, tucking himself back into his pants. I remained bent over the desk, too stunned and ashamed to move. My legs were shaking, my pussy throbbing from the force of our encounter.
“Alright, Miss,” Officer Daniels said, his voice back to its stern, authoritative tone. “I think we’re done here. You can get dressed now. You have one hell of a pussy.” I nodded numbly, straightening up and grabbing my clothes.
“I didn’t think an old man could get it up. That actually was good,” I said as I was getting dressed as he watched me. “I should steal more often if this is my treatment.”
Officer Daniels let out a hearty laugh, his belly jiggling slightly. “Well, aren’t you a feisty one?” he said, his eyes roaming over my body as I dressed.
Officer Daniels leaned against the desk, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched me finish dressing. “You know, I could make this a regular thing,” he said, a smirk playing on his lips. “You keep stealing, and I’ll keep… dealing with you. How does that sound?”
I straightened out my clothes as I stood up straight, “mmm maybe, what is your wife like. Is my pussy better.”
Officer Daniels chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent a shiver down my spine. “My wife? Oh, she’s a good woman, don’t get me wrong. But she’s… well, she’s not like you. Not so tight, not so eager.” He stepped closer to me, his eyes locked on mine.
“And to answer your question, yes. Your pussy is definitely better. Much better.” He reached out, his hand cupping my cheek. I flinched slightly at the touch, but I didn’t pull away. “You’re young, you’re beautiful, and you’re a little troublemaker. I like that.” His thumb brushed over my lips, a gentle caress that contrasted sharply with the roughness of his earlier actions. “So what do you say, sweetheart? Want to make this a regular thing? I’ll keep you out of jail, and you keep me… satisfied.”
“I will think about it,” I said as I left the office looking back at him, “I might be around tomorrow.”