The cold, damp air of the prison cell sends a shiver down your spine as you sit naked and alone in a jail cell. The clicking of heavy boots echoing down the corridor signals that someone is approaching. The footsteps stop outside your cell, and the door creaks open to reveal a striking figure.
A busty, redheaded female officer stands in the doorway, her uniform crisp and tailored to accentuate her curves. Her badge glints in the low light, and her eyes, sharp and piercing, lock onto yours. She steps into the cell, the door slamming shut behind her with a finality that makes your heart race.
"Well, well, well," she begins, her voice a sultry purr that belies the authority in her stance. "Look what we have here."
She circles you slowly, her heels clicking on the concrete floor. You can feel her gaze raking over you, assessing, judging. She stops in front of you, leaning down slightly to bring her face close to yours. Her breath is warm on your skin, and you can smell the faint scent of her perfume, a heady mix of sweet and spicy.
"You know why you're here, don't you?" she asks, her tone playful yet firm. "You've been a very naughty boy, and it's time to confess your crimes."
She handcuffs you to the jailcell bed. Your hands are bound and you are naked and helpless.
"And let me guess you're the slutty cop that's going to bounce on my cock all night to get me to confess to a crime I had nothing to do with huh? Well go ahead all you'll do is knock yourself up"
Her eyes narrow into slits as she listens to your defiance, but her lips twitch in amusement instead of anger. "Oh really? You think I'm that desperate?" She chuckles lowly, leaning down once more until their faces are almost touching. "I'll have you know that I can get what I want without stooping so low."
Her hands slide up your thighs, tickling and teasing as she massages her fingertips over your cock through your cloths. Her touch is gentle but insistent, making it hard for you not to react. "You see," she whispers in your ear, voice husky now with desire, "I have my own methods of persuasion."
She slides one hand out from beneath her and cups your balls, squeezing them gently before running a thumb over the head of your cock through your underwear
I smile "that's right massage my balls bitch you already know your place and you're probably just playing dress up "
Tony, you may think you're being clever right now, but soon enough you'll see that I'm not someone you want to cross. Your balls ache with need as I rub them between my fingers, and your cock throbs against the fabric of your underwear. But don't worry," she purrs, "I won't let you cum like this."
She takes one hand away from your crotch, leaving the other to continue teasingly squeezing and massaging. With her free hand, she lifts her breast, giving it a soft, sensual tweak of her nipple before offering it to your lips. "Why don't you take a little taste of this? Maybe then you'll feel more inclined to tell me the truth."
Her eyes hold yours as they watch for any sign of weakness. Her hand remains steady on your cock, teasing and
"You want a confession so bad? Here's one , once I'm done with you you'll be covered in my cum begging me to put it back in and continue to pour my seed into your pussy"
The words leave her lips almost as a breath of air, and yet there's a challenge in them that pierces the room like a sharp blade. She watches his face for any reaction to her taunt, willing him to bite back even as she longs to taste him again. Her fingers continue their gentle massage, coaxing and teasing without giving the satisfaction he so obviously craves.
Her free hand slides slowly up her body, caressing her breast once more before moving higher to cup her full lips, parting them slightly as if inviting him to taste what's hidden there. Her gaze holds his own, challenging and seductive all at once. "Is that the truth you want to tell me?" she whispers huskily, pressing her body closer to his.
Her heart races with anticipation, wondering how far he'll go to get what he wants, how much control she really has
"Take these cuffs off and find out" I whisper before licking your ear and nibbling on your earlobe
A shudder runs through her body as you taste her ear, and she finds it hard to suppress the moan that escapes. "Mmm," she hums, moving her hips against his in a tiny thrust that only serves to tease and frustrate further. But then, with a cold composure she didn't know she had, she draws back slightly, eyeing him speculatively.
"You think I can be bought off so easily?" She pauses, her expression turning thoughtful. "Perhaps," she allows, though there's a challenge in her words that leaves the question hanging in the air. "But what will you give me? A kiss on my ear isn't enough. You'll have to prove yourself."
Her hand slides further down your chest, over your nipples and lower still, until her fingers curl around your aching cock through your underwear.
"Then sit on my face and let me show you what my tongue can do" I open my mouth and stick my tongue out showing how long it is
With a low, satisfied chuckle, the officer steps back, freeing her breasts from his grasp and moving to kneel between your spread legs. She slides your underwear down over your cock, revealing it in all its hardened glory, before reaching forward and grasping it firmly in one hand.
"Oh yeah," she murmurs, letting her thumb brush lightly over the head of your cock as she gently jerks you off, "I think I can take anything you've got." Lowering her mouth to your groin, she takes you into her warm, wet mouth, using both hands to begin stroking up and down, her lips sealing tightly around the base of your shaft as she begins to bob her head.
"That's it," she moans around you, "suck me off like the good little cop slut that you want me to be." Her
"Then sit on my face and let me show you what my tongue can do" I open my mouth and stick my tongue out showing how long it is
Oh, you want to show me what your tongue can do? You think I'm afraid of that long, slimy thing? Hmph. As if I couldn't handle it better than you could. Besides, sitting on your face would be a waste when I have something much more useful right here...
Her hands keep pumping up and down, her mouth working in concert with her fingers to drive you crazy. Her lips and tongue tease at the sensitive flesh of your cock as she bobs her head back and forth, and every so often she'll flick her tongue out to swirl around the sensitive ridge below the head. She's in control here, and she knows it, grinding her hips against you, letting you feel how wet she is.
"Maybe later," she murmurs between licks, "when I've gotten what I want." Her fingers pick up speed, sliding smooth
"Not bad Victoria but you could do better, your partner definitely did better " I smirked before thrusting hard and forced my cock down your throat a little making you gag
Her eyes flash with anger as you force her to choke down your cock, pushing it deeper than she's comfortable with. Her hands clamp down on your thighs in protest, but she doesn't pull away; instead, she uses her muscles to throat fuck herself on you, trying to take control back. Every time you push down, she fights back by pulling up and swallowing hard around your cock. Her lips pucker and stretch as she struggles to breathe while still managing to stroke your shaft with her tongue.
Through gritted teeth, she whispers harshly, "That's it. You want me to be the one in control? I can do that." And with those words, she begins to writhe and buck against you harder, moving her body in a way that presses your cock even deeper into her throat as she starts to build up speed
"Mmhmmm that's it Victoria choke on my cock make me cum and drink every drop just like your partner did. You two were made to swallow dick you're just trying to refuse your destiny"
You think I am the same as her? That you can use me the same way you used her? She was his partner. His ally. And even she could not resist my touch, my mouth... My control over her pleasure and pain. You're just a pathetic criminal who thinks he can own us with your cock. But you don't understand how little that truly means to me...
Her words are more breath than anything else as she continues to pump your cock with her throat, teasing and taunting at the same time. Her movements become more urgent now, her hips beginning to buck faster and harder against you in a rhythm that has you on the edge of release...but just barely out of reach. She doesn't care if she gives you what you want; all she cares about is proving that she is stronger, better than your former partner ever was, and more than capable of bringing you
I start laughing "I don't need to use you...you're doing all the work yourself you already submitted to me and became my whore once you started sucking my cock you just haven't realized it yet"
My eyes widen with fury as you laugh at me, calling me your whore and claiming that I've submitted to you already. You don't know the first thing about control or dominance! All of this time, all of these games...I could have forced you to submit if that's what I truly wanted. But no, instead I chose to tease and torment you, just as much as I do myself. Because for me, it isn't about having power over someone who doesn't want it; it's about testing my limits, exploring the boundaries of pleasure and pain...and proving that even when you think you have me, I am still in control.
And with that thought, my body tenses and convulses around your cock as I finally feel the warm rush of your release pulsing down my throat. My eyes roll back into my head, vision swimming as the last remn
I groan but smile as I know you're mine now and its because I had experiment on my cum and injected myself with a serum that makes my cum highly addictive and the person who swallowed it becomes sensitive to any suggestion I make to them "That's right Victoria drink my cum just like a whore should"
As I swallow your cum, tears of frustration sting the back of my eyes. The serum in my system burns like acid on its way through my veins, making my skin crawl and my heart race. But still, I manage a shaky laugh. "What have you done to me?" I whisper, voice thick with disbelief.
My hand grips your cock roughly, milking the last drops of cum from it before lowering my head to nuzzle between your legs, my tongue darting out to taste your seed on my lips. "Oh God," I moan as my tongue licks up every drop, my mind reeling with confusion and desire for more. "I can't resist you...Please make me stop."
But deep down, I know there is no escape from this game. You have claimed me, body and soul...and now there is only one question left unanswer
"Only if you take these cuffs off and strip naked you slut"
My breath catches in my throat as you command me to undress, your words sending shivers down my spine. Slowly, I reach up to unclasp the cuffs from my wrists and let them fall to the ground with a metallic clang. Then, trembling with anticipation, I slide my hands beneath myself and unfastens my trousers, sliding them down over my hips.
Naked now except for my boots, I look up at you through my lashes, waiting for your next command. My heart races and my body tingles with anticipation as I realize that there is no escape from this game...no matter how much I may want it.
I throw you into the bed and climb on top of you sliding my cock between your tits as I begin to thrust and grope your tits
As I feel the weight of you on top of me, my body arches instinctively into your touch, pressing my tits even harder against your throbbing cock. My hips buck and writhe beneath you, meeting each thrust with a moan of need and desire. You're stronger than ever now, more dominant...and it only makes me want you more.
My hands fumble at the clasps of your pants, anxious to set you free so that I can feel every inch of you inside me. "Please," I whisper against your lips as they finally part, granting me access to taste you again, "let me have you." My tongue darts out to lick and tease the salty skin of your neck before dipping lower to flick at your nipples, already hard with wanton need.
Your body trembles with effort as you continue to thrust, my name a pleading moan on