I wrote this story years ago and I was never able to finish it properly.. let me know if you have any ideas
This is a Fantasy.. forcing women to have sex is illegal and immoral. Unprotected sex is stupid.
Corruption of an Officer Part One (MF, Oral, Anal, NC)
Officer Missy Decks was a bright new addition to the Gotham City Police department. The bright-eyed bushy tailed Twenty two year old was fresh out of the academy and enthusiastic about cleaning up the streets of the big city. Her first series of assignments to park patrol on foot and some bicycle patrols in the downtown area resulted several arrests of gangbangers and muggers. These criminals much to their dismay often underestimated her. Her favorite group to arrest were the Bahama Boyz posse.
The Boyz, controlling all the turf west of the park for 10 blocks were a medium sized gang on the verge of being a much larger problem. They were currently kept in check by the park, widely acknowledged a free zone, the Columbian Kings to the north and the Iron Triangle gangs in the south. To the west of the Boyz were a series of smaller gangs Jamaican, Puerto Rican and Irish/Italian in origin, with none of the extra national support of the others.
The Boyz were solidly into drugs and ************ with a kind of white slavery as a sideline. The Boyz were wholesalers of whores up all over town due to the train and bus stations being within their turf. Both the train and bus stations supplied a steady stream of vulnerable runaways and poor single mothers for stock.
Missy hated the Jo Jo the pimp, she had been watching him for weeks, unable to catch him in the act of selling his whores to the johns or otherwise abusing them. She had busted several of the girls, many of them underage, selling themselves to the cruising johns and she knew she was slowing down the business in this area but really wanted to nail the Jo Jo. She finally got the opportunity to confront the pimp when she came upon him harassing a young woman just outside the bus station. She rode up to him on her bicycle, noting for the first time that he was not particularly tall, about 5 ‘10” and thin and dressed in a loud yellow suit and red shirt.
Turning away from his prospective victim he said “Oh look it’s the bike police! What you want bicycle bitch?” “I want you off my streets Jo Jo” she replied “You do huh? Gonna run my Caddy off the road with your little bicycle?” “ No I am going to use my badge and this night stick if I get the chance” “That little night stick? I got a nice stick instead, I can use it on you officer, matter of fact I would be off the street while I used it… we both get what we want how’s bout a it” By now the pimp was inches from Missy and she could smell his cologne and see the look of lust in his eyes.
At about 190 pounds Jo-Jo menace was all in his eyes, and to hear his whores talk, in his pants. He was dangerous enough to stay on top of a lethal profession and Missy knew to be careful with him. Rumor had it that he had once ***** a parole officer for trying to send one of his more productive whores back to prison. .
. Missy could not imagine what it would be like to have this wiry looking man force her to fuck him. She felt a thrill of revulsion as the vision of his cock leapt unbidden to her mind; his cock thrusting into her as it had so many other helpless women was enough to spark her anger. She brought her nightstick forward into the pimp’s solar plexus eliciting a grunt of surprise and pain from Jo Jo. “You’d better watch your self Jo Jo or I might just break your little stick with my big one”
Jo Jo stepped back and sized up the little blond officer. He was imagining for a moment her expression as he slid ten inches of his “nice stick” into her, the resulting lustful smile thrilled and frightened Missy and once again brought thoughts of penetration to her mind and heat to her pussy. “Well honey, you poked me with yours and I’m still smiling. I bet you’ll smile plenty if I poke you with mine” Missy blushed as thought to herself, how freaky, he’s flirting with me and it’s getting me hot. I need to get control of this or he’s going to be hard to deal with. I hate calling for backup, it’s like I can’t handle the job myself.
Missy then noticed the aforementioned Caddy by the curb and looked through the windows for anything to divert the conversation from it’s decidedly sexual bent. She stepped closer to the car, and away from the horny pimp.
Meanwhile Jo Jo and expert at the female psychology noted the blush and the indecision. Slut he thought, just like every other slut, wants a hard fucking, she needs to be put in her place. He stepped up to his car, placing one hand on the roof and blocking Missy’s view of the vehicle while placing the other hand on her shoulder and pulling her near. He whispered loudly “You wanna ride with me baby? That can be arranged. you getting a ride.. or getting ridden.”
His hip pressed against hers and the thrill of anger was followed by a mental image of the pimp mounting her from behind and riding her pussy. The anger vanished in a flash and was replaced with the thrill of fear and sexual excitement. Heat filled her pussy and her nipples hardened painfully under her vest. “Jesus! She thought, if I don’t do something soon he’s gonna fuck me right in his car.. ooohhh I hate him” As she looked into the car in desperation her sight fell onto a shiny object on the seat, a roach clip!
Missy looked over at the pimp and said “Looks like the party is over and you might not have a ride for me or on me Mr. Nice Stick.” The pimp looked at the obviously horny officer and then grunted in surprise again as she stuck her cuffs on the hand he was using to hold her shoulder. Jo-Jo shoved her against the car and grabbed her hot pussy with his uncuffed hand. “Right bitch that pussy is mine like the dollar in my pocket” her bike shorts were no protection against his surprisingly strong and distressingly long fingers. He spread her nether lips and rubbed her hot little nub right through
her spandex bike shorts. “That hot little camel toe of yours gonna get some good stretching right now”
Missy grunted in surprise as the powerful hand massaged her all to willing cunt. “Nasty bastard stop that.. oooohh uuuuggghhh ooh she moaned softly as her pussy, squeezed and rubbed by the slender pimp spasmed while sending a message to her body. “Time to Fuck”.
Missy shocked at the pimp’s aggression had a flash of rage. Her right hand held the cuff to his left wrist while his right hand was molesting her. She then struck the pimp across his throat with her nightstick, which she had in her left hand. This combined with a well-placed foot behind his right leg drove him to the ground. The stunned Pimp lay on the ground for a moment, one moment to long.
She quickly pounced on him and in a smooth motion rolled him onto his belly and cuffed his hands. She lay on top of him for a moment and then whispered in his ear. “How do you like being the one who’s fucked for once. You’re pretty easy you know” She then called for a radio car to haul him off. During the wait for the radio car she sat on his back, with his face on the concrete one leg to either side. Jo-Jo used this opportunity to continue to grab at her pussy seeking to humiliate and excite her, in which he was quite successful. Anyone observing the pretty officer would have been able to tell she was deliberately leaving her pussy in range of Jo-Jo’s cuffed hands and thrusting fingers.
Jo-Jo, partially enraged at this humiliation and partly intrigued by the horny cop played it cool. He thought to himself, “You wait bitch, you fucked with me and now I am gonna fuck with you, but good! That pussy is MINE! Missy watched them load Jo Jo into the radio car smiling with a mixture of pride and lust. The bastard even blew her a kiss as the radio car took him away. She declined to share with the transporting officer or her Sargent that the pimp had been molesting her. She booked him for drug paraphernalia. A couple of days in jail should suit him just fine and then she had his Caddy towed as well.
As her shift closed out she returned to the station, still horny and angry with the pimps fondling of her. The desk sergeant Jones, called out to her. Hey I got some news on your buddy Jo Jo. Really she asked? Is he enjoying his cell? Well..no not really we had to cut him loose, it appears while you and he were rolling around the roach clip disappeared. Shit! She thought.. I thought I could at least get him off the street tonight. She went to her locker, showered and headed out of the station.
Missy was incredibly horny after her run in with Jo-Jo and needed to calm down. As luck would have it she had a date with that night with Miguel and was looking forward to inflicting a little pain on him. Miguel met her at an arrest scene. It was a stormy relationship in which Miguel had at first accused her of racist behavior when she arrested a couple of Mexicans on her beat. She had clashed with him at the site of the arrest and again when she returned to pick up some evidence. He cornered her and a stated that she only arrested the Mexicans and not whites because she was a bigot. She flatly denied the accusation and he asked if she had ever dated a Mexican. She stated she had not and he as much as dared her to be seen in public with him. She took up the gauntlet and they went to dinner two nights later.
She cock teased him mercilessly and left him blue balled. He had called and asked her out again, she thought he had learned his lesson but looked forward to putting him in his place again. What she had not taken into consideration was the impact Jo Jo had on her frame of mind.
This is a Fantasy.. forcing women to have sex is illegal and immoral. Unprotected sex is stupid.
Corruption of an Officer Part One (MF, Oral, Anal, NC)
Officer Missy Decks was a bright new addition to the Gotham City Police department. The bright-eyed bushy tailed Twenty two year old was fresh out of the academy and enthusiastic about cleaning up the streets of the big city. Her first series of assignments to park patrol on foot and some bicycle patrols in the downtown area resulted several arrests of gangbangers and muggers. These criminals much to their dismay often underestimated her. Her favorite group to arrest were the Bahama Boyz posse.
The Boyz, controlling all the turf west of the park for 10 blocks were a medium sized gang on the verge of being a much larger problem. They were currently kept in check by the park, widely acknowledged a free zone, the Columbian Kings to the north and the Iron Triangle gangs in the south. To the west of the Boyz were a series of smaller gangs Jamaican, Puerto Rican and Irish/Italian in origin, with none of the extra national support of the others.
The Boyz were solidly into drugs and ************ with a kind of white slavery as a sideline. The Boyz were wholesalers of whores up all over town due to the train and bus stations being within their turf. Both the train and bus stations supplied a steady stream of vulnerable runaways and poor single mothers for stock.
Missy hated the Jo Jo the pimp, she had been watching him for weeks, unable to catch him in the act of selling his whores to the johns or otherwise abusing them. She had busted several of the girls, many of them underage, selling themselves to the cruising johns and she knew she was slowing down the business in this area but really wanted to nail the Jo Jo. She finally got the opportunity to confront the pimp when she came upon him harassing a young woman just outside the bus station. She rode up to him on her bicycle, noting for the first time that he was not particularly tall, about 5 ‘10” and thin and dressed in a loud yellow suit and red shirt.
Turning away from his prospective victim he said “Oh look it’s the bike police! What you want bicycle bitch?” “I want you off my streets Jo Jo” she replied “You do huh? Gonna run my Caddy off the road with your little bicycle?” “ No I am going to use my badge and this night stick if I get the chance” “That little night stick? I got a nice stick instead, I can use it on you officer, matter of fact I would be off the street while I used it… we both get what we want how’s bout a it” By now the pimp was inches from Missy and she could smell his cologne and see the look of lust in his eyes.
At about 190 pounds Jo-Jo menace was all in his eyes, and to hear his whores talk, in his pants. He was dangerous enough to stay on top of a lethal profession and Missy knew to be careful with him. Rumor had it that he had once ***** a parole officer for trying to send one of his more productive whores back to prison. .
. Missy could not imagine what it would be like to have this wiry looking man force her to fuck him. She felt a thrill of revulsion as the vision of his cock leapt unbidden to her mind; his cock thrusting into her as it had so many other helpless women was enough to spark her anger. She brought her nightstick forward into the pimp’s solar plexus eliciting a grunt of surprise and pain from Jo Jo. “You’d better watch your self Jo Jo or I might just break your little stick with my big one”
Jo Jo stepped back and sized up the little blond officer. He was imagining for a moment her expression as he slid ten inches of his “nice stick” into her, the resulting lustful smile thrilled and frightened Missy and once again brought thoughts of penetration to her mind and heat to her pussy. “Well honey, you poked me with yours and I’m still smiling. I bet you’ll smile plenty if I poke you with mine” Missy blushed as thought to herself, how freaky, he’s flirting with me and it’s getting me hot. I need to get control of this or he’s going to be hard to deal with. I hate calling for backup, it’s like I can’t handle the job myself.
Missy then noticed the aforementioned Caddy by the curb and looked through the windows for anything to divert the conversation from it’s decidedly sexual bent. She stepped closer to the car, and away from the horny pimp.
Meanwhile Jo Jo and expert at the female psychology noted the blush and the indecision. Slut he thought, just like every other slut, wants a hard fucking, she needs to be put in her place. He stepped up to his car, placing one hand on the roof and blocking Missy’s view of the vehicle while placing the other hand on her shoulder and pulling her near. He whispered loudly “You wanna ride with me baby? That can be arranged. you getting a ride.. or getting ridden.”
His hip pressed against hers and the thrill of anger was followed by a mental image of the pimp mounting her from behind and riding her pussy. The anger vanished in a flash and was replaced with the thrill of fear and sexual excitement. Heat filled her pussy and her nipples hardened painfully under her vest. “Jesus! She thought, if I don’t do something soon he’s gonna fuck me right in his car.. ooohhh I hate him” As she looked into the car in desperation her sight fell onto a shiny object on the seat, a roach clip!
Missy looked over at the pimp and said “Looks like the party is over and you might not have a ride for me or on me Mr. Nice Stick.” The pimp looked at the obviously horny officer and then grunted in surprise again as she stuck her cuffs on the hand he was using to hold her shoulder. Jo-Jo shoved her against the car and grabbed her hot pussy with his uncuffed hand. “Right bitch that pussy is mine like the dollar in my pocket” her bike shorts were no protection against his surprisingly strong and distressingly long fingers. He spread her nether lips and rubbed her hot little nub right through
her spandex bike shorts. “That hot little camel toe of yours gonna get some good stretching right now”
Missy grunted in surprise as the powerful hand massaged her all to willing cunt. “Nasty bastard stop that.. oooohh uuuuggghhh ooh she moaned softly as her pussy, squeezed and rubbed by the slender pimp spasmed while sending a message to her body. “Time to Fuck”.
Missy shocked at the pimp’s aggression had a flash of rage. Her right hand held the cuff to his left wrist while his right hand was molesting her. She then struck the pimp across his throat with her nightstick, which she had in her left hand. This combined with a well-placed foot behind his right leg drove him to the ground. The stunned Pimp lay on the ground for a moment, one moment to long.
She quickly pounced on him and in a smooth motion rolled him onto his belly and cuffed his hands. She lay on top of him for a moment and then whispered in his ear. “How do you like being the one who’s fucked for once. You’re pretty easy you know” She then called for a radio car to haul him off. During the wait for the radio car she sat on his back, with his face on the concrete one leg to either side. Jo-Jo used this opportunity to continue to grab at her pussy seeking to humiliate and excite her, in which he was quite successful. Anyone observing the pretty officer would have been able to tell she was deliberately leaving her pussy in range of Jo-Jo’s cuffed hands and thrusting fingers.
Jo-Jo, partially enraged at this humiliation and partly intrigued by the horny cop played it cool. He thought to himself, “You wait bitch, you fucked with me and now I am gonna fuck with you, but good! That pussy is MINE! Missy watched them load Jo Jo into the radio car smiling with a mixture of pride and lust. The bastard even blew her a kiss as the radio car took him away. She declined to share with the transporting officer or her Sargent that the pimp had been molesting her. She booked him for drug paraphernalia. A couple of days in jail should suit him just fine and then she had his Caddy towed as well.
As her shift closed out she returned to the station, still horny and angry with the pimps fondling of her. The desk sergeant Jones, called out to her. Hey I got some news on your buddy Jo Jo. Really she asked? Is he enjoying his cell? Well..no not really we had to cut him loose, it appears while you and he were rolling around the roach clip disappeared. Shit! She thought.. I thought I could at least get him off the street tonight. She went to her locker, showered and headed out of the station.
Missy was incredibly horny after her run in with Jo-Jo and needed to calm down. As luck would have it she had a date with that night with Miguel and was looking forward to inflicting a little pain on him. Miguel met her at an arrest scene. It was a stormy relationship in which Miguel had at first accused her of racist behavior when she arrested a couple of Mexicans on her beat. She had clashed with him at the site of the arrest and again when she returned to pick up some evidence. He cornered her and a stated that she only arrested the Mexicans and not whites because she was a bigot. She flatly denied the accusation and he asked if she had ever dated a Mexican. She stated she had not and he as much as dared her to be seen in public with him. She took up the gauntlet and they went to dinner two nights later.
She cock teased him mercilessly and left him blue balled. He had called and asked her out again, she thought he had learned his lesson but looked forward to putting him in his place again. What she had not taken into consideration was the impact Jo Jo had on her frame of mind.
