Well, the series is finished, so I thought I would put together a boxed set of all for parts in the Forced to Comply Series!
was breathless. I hadn’t been touched like that since I broke up with my cheating douche-bag of a boyfriend months before, and I had missed the way it felt to have a man’s hands on me. Maybe it was just because everything in my life had been so messed up lately, or maybe it was just because the situation was so strange, or perhaps it was just because a handsome cop had handcuffed me and was groping my breasts, but I was instantly and intensely turned on. The stress of the week, my outrage and anger at being pulled over – everything entirely dissipated. All I wanted was for him to touch me more and more.
His fingers were still pumping into me as his other hand twisted my nipples, and his mouth was still locked on mine. My breath was becoming ragged as the passionate need to climax built up higher and higher. I struggled against my handcuffs as I pulled my lips away from his to let out a guttural scream of pure anguish. I needed to orgasm, I just couldn’t take it anymore!
“Please let me come!” I begged my police officer captor.
“Is that what you want is it?” he teased.
“Yes!” I cried, “please! I’ll do anything you want! Please!”
“Well, alright. I’ll make you come, and then you’ll make me come. Does that sound fair?”
“Yes! Yes, it’s fair! Please, just let me come right now!”
With that, he dropped to his knees in front of me, and moved his face between my legs.
Breathless, I watched as he forced two fingers into me just as before. I looked down into his eyes, and he looked back up at me, a confident smile on his face. His leant forward and his mouth gently wrapped around the lips of my pussy. . .