Heather Brown - Raped policewoman

I put on the costume laying on the bed, trying to figure out where each unusual thing went, and then stood in front of the mirror studying my outfit.

What I had put on was a frilly little maid's uniform. It had a tight corset that made my throbbing tits come way up, and under the stiff, short skirt, I was wearing a special pair of panties made out of black rubber that were open at the crotch.

When I walked out of the bedroom, my cunt was burning in anticipation, sliding in harness of the tight rubber panties, the lips bulging in a sobbing hairy furrow from the crevice of clenching black slickness.

But the sensation I was feeling was nothing compared to the sexual electricity that coursed through my horny body when I saw Ted.

He was standing with his legs apart and his hands cocked on his hips, looking as close to the devil himself as I could imagine. He was wearing some sort of black leather costume with all sorts of straps and buckles and laces, with a sinister black cape swirling around his shoulders like a shroud. He gripped a long, snake-like whip that curled sensuously like a cobra to the floor.

Right in the center of his studded leather ensemble his crotch was open, the leather cut away so that his cock was standing free. And what a cock it was; a ten-inch beauty that started in an unruly nest of jet-black crotch hair and rose like a marble column from his taut round balls.

His swinging boom reached out to me, drawing me magnetically toward it so that all I wanted to do was throw myself at his feet, thankful for any piece of himself that he would deign to give me. God, my pussy was throbbing so hard in the open slot of the clinging rubber panties that I thought I was going to come right there without even being touched.

"Oh, my God," I cried, throwing myself to the floor at his feet and reaching up and throwing my trembling hands around his twitching cock, virtually hanging on it. "Let me suck that monster. Let me feel your cock in my mouth. I'll do anything you want."

His response was nothing like I had anticipated. For when I looked up at his face, expecting him to tell me to go ahead and suck his cock, instead of pleasure I read anger on it, lines of scorn pinching his mouth and narrowing his eyes so that they seemed to burn through my prickling skin.

"You slime," he hissed, "you rotten turd. What makes you think you're good enough to suck my magnificent prick? You think I let just any filthy little tramp put her scummy mouth on my sacred cock? How do I know you're not diseased?"

Logically, I should have been immediately turned off and gotten the hell out of there. But there was some mysteriously erotic intangible working, something about the ambiance and the costumes we were wearing, something about the memory of all those lewd pictures I had seen, something about the alcohol that seared my fuzzy brain, made it all take on a different light. Instead of being offended by what he said, I found myself turned on even more, my cunt gushing helplessly from the impact of his harsh words, the creamy discharge secreting milkily and oozing from my burgeoning gash which pouted from the clenching slit of my tight rubber panties.

"Tell me what to do," I begged, my pussy pulsing with the degrading words.

"Lick my boots and prove how low you really are," he snarled, the spittle flying from his lips.

I thrust my nose to the cold toe of his black leather boots and began licking furiously, the sloshing of my wet tongue against the polished leather matching the continued bubbling of my hopelessly aroused cunt.

"Hurry up, you silly bitch!" he ordered. "And don't forget to lick the soles… in case I stepped in any dog shit."

When I didn't respond fast enough to suit him, I saw his clenched hand rise and the long black whip come out of nowhere and snap across my back, encircling my waist like an enraged python. My raw flesh bulged in pulsing welts through the slashed material of the maid's uniform as I shook in shuddering spasms.

Jesus, I thought as I felt my cunt drool thrillingly between my legs, smearing my thighs with a thick froth and puddling in warm splatted drops on the floor, this isn't cruelty. This is coming!

Incredibly enough, without actually having even been touched by Ted, I had already come in his presence, experiencing a powerful shuddering orgasm just by the power of his command to lick his boots, and the filthy insults he spewed my way, and the sweet caress of his terrible lash, lacerating my back to the point of swollen red bubbling. My cunt was as wringing wet and filled with excitement as if it had just had one or even two charging, spurting cocks up it.

My God, I thought, if this is happening to me now, what am I going to be like before this is over?

I deliriously fell to his boots again, anxious to win a place in his favor by doing what he wished, no matter how degrading. By now, just the taste and scent of the leather turned me on, a shock wave which hit my cunt with a bang, my clit springing out from the top of my pussy at least an inch, my pubic hair sticking straight out, and my engorged fucking canal choked to the brim with a bubbling fresh load of pussy juice. Coming repeatedly, my body shaking so badly I could hardly keep my balance, I steadied myself and made oral love to his boot, massaging it with my lips, tongue and teeth as carefully as I would have the sweetest of stiff cocks.

But I couldn't satisfy him, which excited me all the more, as he growled, "Enough of this silly shit," and swung the boot that I wasn't licking so that it crashed against my ear, the impact filling my head with ringing and sending me toppling in a heap on the floor.

I looked up into his cold gray eyes and saw his twisted lips spit in disgust, "I see the only way you'll be good for a damn thing will be to give you a good hard fucking."

"Oh, yes!" I cried, coming to life from such a cunt-thrilling suggestion, reaching out in his general direction.

"But first you must be prepared. Anoint my noble cock with your trembling lips, bitch."

Oh yes, yes, I thought as I got up and leapt to his long, stiff prick, seizing it in my hungry mouth as I began to lick and kiss it ardently, reveling in the faint aroma and taste of urine emanating from his cock.

I nibbled on his prick. I hung on for dear life – I teased it, I tortured it – I did everything I could think of to his already swollen battering ram of a cock to get it harder, stiffer, longer, and even more swollen for its impending eruption of cum, so that finally it would at last explode inside my mouth, tearing my throat apart with lava-hot missiles of molten jizz. The more he brutally shoved inside of me, the more I loved it, savoring the delicious flesh of his brawny long cock, loving its sleek graceful lines coursing in luxury through my mouth, the rising and drooping slope of the rim of the knotty head sliding into my sensitive throat.

I gagged as my throat closed around his cock like a live sponge, my eyeballs bobbing as I desperately fought for breath, starved of oxygen but still determined not to let go of the incredibly firm cock that was choking me.

No matter if I had turned blue, I wouldn't have released his sweet-tasting dick for anything. But suddenly it was taken away from me, snatched out of my throat in an angry thrust, the turgid meat of his cock sliding roughly over my startled lips.

"Enough of your filthy spit soiling my flawless cock," he said, as though he were some kind of medieval royalty and I were the scum of scums. "Spread your skinny pipe-stem legs so I can go about preparing you for the fuck that will turn you into a woman instead of a flat-chested, shit-assed little girl. It's best I clean your filthy pussy out in advance with my wondrous tongue; there's no telling what you've got up there."

I fell on my back and parted my legs, feeling my cunt thrust out toward him as though it were a hairy hand, my pussy lips the squishy fingers that beckoned him to do as he pleased to my helpless, sopping twat.