Winter Spire: Den of Desire

by Anya Merchant

  They were big, soft, and gratuitously satisfying. Victor felt a different kind of pleasure wave through his cock as Officer Matthews squeezed and stroked him off with her cleavage. She brought her lips down so that she was suckling on the head of it and began to bounce against him, her boobs pleasuring him and offering visual eye candy at the same time.

  “Whoa…” Victor shook his head. It was too much. “Hold on, I’m about to-“

  Three things happened at once. Officer Matthews sucked hard and gave the tip of his cock a soft lick. Somebody knocked on the car’s backseat window, from outside. And Victor lost control.

  The door pulled open as he began to cum. Officer Matthews turned her head to look at the interruption, and Victor’s hot, sticky load blasted against her cheeks and chest. Semen spurted onto her lips, dribbled down her chin, and defiled her breasts. More of it splashed out than Victor had ever been able to produce before, double or triple as much, at least, but his attention was elsewhere.

  “Get out of the car.” A new voice, female, even toned, and professional, spilled into the car. Victor could only see the silhouette of the woman in the darkness of the alleyway. He looked from her to Officer Matthews.

  “What?” She shook her head. “This man is under arrest!”

  “I’ll take it from here,” said the woman. “You should go home, take a shower, and forget about this.”

  Officer Matthews scrambled to wipe herself clean and cover her breasts. Victor inched his way out of the car and then waited as a familiar looking woman reached inside and took the keys to his handcuffs from the cop.

  Wait a second. It’s her.

  Lucy Wilson, his father’s former assistant and the woman in the photo, turned to face him with a smile on her face.

  “Looks like I arrived just in time.”

  Forbidden Magic by Anya Merchant