by Violet Blue
“I want it,” I said loud and clear, “Please…Officer.” He dragged his cock up and down, brushing my clit softly. “You do want it,” he said, “don’t you? You hungry little cock-whore. You want me to fuck you in this filthy alley, shove my cock in your pussy?”
“Yes,” I said, feeling a nervous sheen of sweat form between my breasts. “Yes, Sir. Please fuck me.”
He slid his cock into me quickly, wet from where it had been brushing up against me. Just as when he beat me, he didn’t give me time to think before he started pumping his hips. When he pushed in roughly, I could feel the pleasure pooling, moving from where his cock was and leaking into my clit. It burned, begging to be touched. Even his fingertips gripping my hips felt good. “You like this, don’t you?” he whispered in my ear. “Filthy slut.” His words made my nerves crack and tingle, sending the pleasure flowing from my pussy in waves as thick and sweet as sugary syrup, and I could do nothing but let it escape my mouth in small groans. Even if I could have moved my hands, I wouldn’t have wanted to.
I could hear another sharp inhalation in my ear as he leaned forward and grabbed my shoulders, pushing harder, making the pleasure burn quickly. I could feel it welling up and building, like rough waters behind a strong dam. “Please don’t stop, Sir,” I begged, not even realizing what I was saying.
“Take it then,” he responded, leaning against me again. “Take it, you fucking whore.”
I could feel an orgasm welling deeper again as the words thrummed in my ears, but a small sound pulled me back from it. He slowed his thrusts and the waves retreated. I couldn’t believe my ears. His cell phone was ringing. Of all things, his bloody cell phone. I wanted to scream and curse, and I nearly began to before he popped it open.
“Hello?” he said, still pulling in and out slowly and chuckling softly. “What am I doing? Fucking a filthy whore in a dingy alleyway.” I knew I should have been angry, but something other than anger was pulsing through my veins.
“Why don’t you come by?” he said. “You can have a go with her.” I felt my face color again.
Blood thumped through my ears as he continued his conversation, still slowly pushing in and out of me. Part of me thought this was near blasphemy, that I should push myself off that dingy couch, demand to be taken out of the handcuffs, gather my panties and what was left of my dignity and storm off. Part of me liked what little friction I had and thought it was worth staying around for more, despite the rudeness. And then there was another part of me that liked what he was doing, his blasé disregard for my feelings, the fact that the rumors were true and the fact that I was special enough to share.
“No, this one’s on the house, I won’t charge you,” he said, pausing before continuing. “She’s a petite brunette in the tartiest outfit you’ve ever seen, and I’d bet you a fiver she’s got the tightest pussy you’ve ever fucked.”
I tightened myself instinctively, all of the warm and sweet feelings pooling into my clit again. I kept quiet, hoping the conversation would continue and inspire him to check me for any features the caller wanted in particular. I got extraordinarily lucky.
“You’d think she would be, but she’s not. And she’s easy too.” His hands moved past my thighs directly to my labia, rubbing a few amazing circles around my clit. “She got wet at nearly the drop of a hat and she should still be. You could probably go for hours on her, and she begs beautifully, too.” He laughed in agreement with his friend, pulling away and stopping all of his movements. I moaned in slight protest, and he pushed his hand onto the small of my back. “Don’t interrupt me,” he whispered.
It was anguishing, the last few minutes of his phone call, even more because they didn’t invite more of his touch on me. He kept his hand on the small of my back the whole time, letting me inhale more ripe fumes from the sofa without even his cock in me to sate me a little. He had pulled it out when I had foolishly interrupted. I cursed under my breath.
“I’ll see you in five, yeah? I’ll keep her warm for you,” he said, clicking the phone closed, finally.
He moved his hand from the small of my back and placed both on my wrists, digging the metal into my skin just slightly as he leaned toward my ear. “I should just let you sit here and stew for that. You interrupted a very important phone call. I don’t just waltz about the streets all day, you know. I have business to attend to. I gave you the privilege of fucking you while I talked, and you had the audacity to try and interrupt. What have you to say for yourself?”
“I’m sorry,” I said, without missing a beat. I didn’t feel like being coy or playing any more games. I just wanted something, whatever he had to give me, “I’m sorry I interrupted…Officer. It won’t happen again.”
I could hear the smile in his voice. “You are very well trained, aren’t you? Let’s see if we can soften you up a little before the others arrive.” I wanted to ask who the others were, but when he pushed his cock into me again, I honestly didn’t care about anything but the oddly satisfying feeling of fullness when he shoved himself forward. It tickled but made me feel like I was melting from the inside out. And when he pulled me back just so to slide his warm fingers over my clit, up and down, pushing just slightly, it turned the tickle into a fire that made my pulse quicken. I could feel my body picking up where it had left off, drawing up so quickly I was sad to think it was coming to an end.
Instantly, I could feel my pussy tighten and send sparks shooting through my clit and labia and on up through my chest in a wave. Taking a breath in instinctively, I held on to it so it would last longer, exhaling only slightly to continue to ride the feeling of waves and circuits shorting through my system. I could never understand how women in movies could scream so loud when they came. In the short twenty-five years of my life, no matter how much I moaned and took breaths between my teeth while being fucked or fucking, coming had always felt so strong it stole my breath away.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could pick up flashing blue and red lights as I caught my breath. Before I could sort it out, something black had been draped over my eyelids. “Very good,” he whispered in my ear. “You’ve softened up nice, haven’t you? Now stay here and keep quiet for me while I go talk with them, hmm? Be a good little slut for me.”
I nodded quickly and mumbled, “Yes, Officer,” as best I could.
He zipped his pants up and walked a few steps away. I could still hear his voice over the thumping in my ears.
“Where’s your partner?”
“I’m not sure I could bring him just yet, and the other guys wanted me to vouch for you. You know how the last girl you had went.”
He groaned. “That was weeks ago. And I told you, this one is different.”
Their voices paused as their footsteps drew closer. There she is,” he said, “As good as I described her, even better.”
“She looks a bit disheveled,” the voice said. “What did you do to her?”
“Just softened her up a little bit for you so you won’t have to waste any time.”
“Look at those heels. She was quite tarted up, wasn’t she?”
“She’s even more tarted up now,” he said, moving my hips over slightly. I heard the other man take a sharp breath through his teeth. He brushed his hands roughly between my asscheeks and down my labia, pushing past them to explore as they burned to his touch. I wanted to move my hips to guide his fingers to my clit, but I kept as still as I could.
“Damn,” he said, stepping a bit closer. “She’s nice and slick, isn’t she?”
“As I promised,” the first cop said.
He dipped his fingers into my pussy, pushing them in and out slowly but steadily. “She’s still nice and tight, too, even after you’ve had a go?”
“I told you, didn’t I? I don’t call you unless it’s for the good girls. This one’s good. She begs really nice too. Push her clit a few times, and she’ll say any fucking thing you want.”
The new arrival leaned his weight on my back a little, pulling his fingers out o
f me and gripping my hip with his hand. As he lined his hips against mine, he ground himself into me a little, letting me feel that he was hard. He shoved his other hand in front of me, pushing his fingers past my labia, finding my clit easily, and rubbing hard and fast. The pleasure came quickly and I let myself moan, knowing that’s what he wanted to hear.
This one wasn’t like the man I had been able to see. He didn’t waste time asking me questions; he kept things as short, sweet and powerful as the fast strokes he was making over my clit, making the oversensitive nerves protest. “Do you want me to fuck you, slut?”
“Yes, Officer,” Damn that cop with his quick hands. I had fully intended on going into this as a mouthy miscreant. It hadn’t worked out as smoothly as I had planned.
“Is that supposed to be this begging I’m hearing so much about?” he said, partly to me and partly to the other man. He completely pulled away. I could hear footsteps as my heart pounded, thinking he was walking away.
“No! Wait, please. Please, Sir, don’t leave. Please fuck me!” I tried to spread my legs as wide as I could in those damned heels, feeling more sweat form across my body despite the cool air of the night. I couldn’t believe how pathetic I was being, but it surprised me even more that I was loving every minute of it.
I heard him snicker and walk forward. He hadn’t gotten nearly as far away as I’d thought. He unzipped his pants quickly and grabbed me by the hips, pulling me off of the sofa. He grunted angrily when I stumbled in my heels, bent over and pulled them off my feet quickly. Nervousness twisted my stomach as I remembered the idiotic complexity that the shoes involved. He got them off quicker than I expected, giving me the impression he must’ve done this before. Grabbing my hips again, he let go to angle himself before he pushed hard into me. Without letting me adjust he started to fuck me quickly, holding me as steady as he could, pushing in and pulling out. Just as I let a moan of surprise pass my lips, I felt something warm trail past them and over my cheek.
“You’re going to suck my cock, you filthy cunt,” the first cop said, “and you’re not going to swallow a single fucking drop until you’ve earned it.”
I felt myself tighten at the words, making the man behind me groan slightly.
“Ah, fuck she is tight,” he said through harsh breaths.
I felt a small slap of skin across my face, realizing that he must’ve hit me with his cock for not responding. I felt myself turn red at how ridiculous I must have looked. “Yes, Officer,” I said clearly, “I will.”
I felt the soft skin cross my lips again, and I opened my mouth, wrapping my lips around my teeth quickly, as he pushed past them. I felt a hand pulling my hair, and his cock moved in and out of my mouth, leaking slightly salty but sweet drops of precome everywhere. I licked as much as I could, feeling pleasure buzz through my vulva when he groaned in approval. It was hard to focus on moving my tongue and smelling the intensity of it all and the immense feeling of the other man fucking me roughly. I tried to block out the fucking as much as I could, letting moans pass my lips when they got the best of me. He tightened his grip on my hair, making me worry I had made a mistake.
“Fuck her harder,” he said between his breaths. “Make her moan more.”
The other man reached around to finger through my labia, pushing his finger on my clit the same way he had done before. The nerves crackled in protest, but the feeling of his fingers moving so rapidly made me lose concentration on anything else. I missed the stinky couch I had rested on before as my knees grew weak, and I moaned louder than I expected.
I felt myself gagging when he forced himself deeper down my throat. He pushed his hips harder and grabbed more tightly on to my hair, then he pulled out of my mouth sharply, and I could hear him moving his fist up and down on his cock.
“Hold your mouth open, slut.” I did as he said without hesitation, sticking my tongue out as far as I could. I hated the black blindfold that prevented me from seeing his face. The muscles in my lower back ached as I held myself still. The harder I breathed, the drier my mouth became. I wanted to wet it again, but I didn’t dare close it.
He shoved the head of his cock into my mouth again, knuckles bumping my check frequently as he began to breathe sharply. I closed my mouth around it, feeling the moisture return.
“Do you want this, whore? Do you like this?”
My pussy was starting to burn from the fingers grazing my clit and rubbing my labia. It wasn’t a bad burning, like that of a paper cut or a knee after a particularly rough fall. It was sweet, magnetic, ragged and thorough, and as it intensified, I began to forget about everything.
The hand pulled away from my clit, and a harsh slap to my ass pulled me farther from the burning and made me instinctively tighten. The man behind me groaned just audibly.
“Answer when I speak to you,” I heard from in front of me. “And keep your mouth where it is,” he added, under his breath, through a few groans of his own.
I tried to form the word yes with his cock in my mouth, but it didn’t come out sounding like anything but a grunt. I felt slightly ridiculous, but the burning began to slowly return. “Yes, what?” he growled.
For a second my mind was blank. Inwardly, I cursed, hoping the man fucking me would slow down a little so I could collect my thoughts. A second slap stung my ass. He pulled his cock from my mouth, grazing just the tip over my lips. From his short breaths, I knew what he was about to do. The burning started to kick in further, and I whimpered.
“If you can’t be bothered to address me properly, slut, you don’t deserve to swallow.”
The man behind me ceased thrusting suddenly, causing the burning feeling to plateau. It felt good having him in me, but it didn’t do any good unless he moved. I heard his breaths coming shorter, and I wanted to tear off my blindfold. Now that I could think, I combed my head for the proper way to address him. Just as the idea popped in, I felt warmth falling down my lips and smearing my chin and cheeks, and I felt my pussy clench lightly. He spread the warmth across my face everywhere but inside my mouth as he caught his breath. The man behind me pulled out and pushed in again, grabbing my hips harshly and resuming a quicker pace. The burning came back almost instantly, making me moan loudly. The other man still had my chin cupped in his hand, fingering the drying come on my face.
“You moan so well,” he said through what I knew was a smile. “You’ve had a lot of practice, haven’t you? Tell me…do you come as well as you moan?” He pulled my chin up a little higher, leaning to whisper in my ear. “Are you going to come for me? Are you going to be a good little slut for me?”
Without giving it a second thought, I muttered, “Yes, Officer.”
I could feel fingers slipping down toward my clit again, and I knew it was over.
“Good little slut. Come for me then.”
The burning intensified sharply, running from my clit up through my body, coming out of my mouth without a sound. I heard the man behind me groan loudly as my pussy clenched forcibly. I held my breath, concentrating on the echoes of pleasure vibrating through my body like the deep bass of a loudspeaker. The man behind me pulled out while the man in front of me murmured, “Good little slut, come for me,” making my pussy clinch even harder.
After a few moments, I was roughly draped across the arm of the couch nearby, as loose as a rag doll. Hands pulled my hips and pushed my legs open as I leaned over the couch’s arm. My pussy was still flinching as I breathed, an entirely different burning covering my labia, making blood pump through my clitoris so harshly that I could have sworn I felt my heartbeat right there.
“Look at that,” the man who’d come on my face said, “How much do you think that’s worth?”
Fingers traced my sensitive labia, pushing inside of me. I felt completely malleable and soft. “A lot,” the other man uttered. The fingers left and I felt nothing but the cool air mingling with the wetness that coated my labia. “I think we should take her back to the station and see how the rest of the boys like her.”
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Kirsty Logan
Another sleepless night watching the moon crawl across the sky. I turn in bed, flip the pillow to the cool side, tug some of the covers back from my husband’s sleeping grip. Nothing works. The moon slipping in around the blinds lights the room like an old black-and-white film, everything dark with silvered edges. Rory’s snores sound like a grumbling bear. Every time I start to drift off they change rhythm, snapping me awake again.
There’s a feeling deep in my belly that won’t go away, making the heat between my legs pulse regularly with the beat of my heart. I could slide myself toward Rory, climb on top of his sleeping warmth, slip him inside me and ride myself to the tipping point of pleasure before he’d even properly awoken. I think about his drowsy hands stroking my hips, his sleepy kisses. I turn the pillow over again and sigh.
There’s no use lying here with my eyes wide open.
I slip out of bed and into my dressing gown. Padding downstairs, I’m conscious of just how quiet it is here on the island. After twenty years in the middle of London, the Isle of Skye is so quiet it deafens me. I fill the kettle with water, switch it on, switch it off again. I don’t want anything. No; I do want something, I just don’t know what it is.
From upstairs, Rory’s snores are muted but still audible. I tap my bare feet on the kitchen floor and look at all the things I do not want. If I hold my breath, I can hear the shush of the sea. I slip my feet into the Wellington boots by the back door, pull on Rory’s waterproof jacket and slip down the garden path. The sea is spread out before me, heavy as black velvet under the darkened sky. The summer air is cool enough to make me pull the jacket tight around me, and it brings up goose bumps on my legs where the breeze slips between the coat and boots. It makes my heart beat harder, as if the wind is the fingers of a dozen strangers against my skin.
