eros-muse: No one took us seriously, we were cops but none of the men at the station ever treated us
eros-muse: No one took us seriously, we were cops but none of the men at the station ever treated us like equals. They always said we should be working reception, or home in a kitchen with our bellies full of babies. They belittled us and they told us that we weren’t fit to wear ‘their’ uniform and no one ever told them to stop. Not our duty sergeant or the chief who laughed us out of his office and told us not to bother him with such stupid nonsense before he stuck us on processing duty for a month. Instead we both learned to put up with it and to tell our husbands that things were fine. We told them that everyone accepted us, that everyone was alright with us being there when things were only getting progressively worse. The taunts turned into harassment, we found dildos in our lockers and our desks, my nightstick was replaced by nine inches of black silicon and Tracy’s gun by some kind of dual vibrator anal stimulator and it took us nearly an hour to find our real equipment. We’d both almost had our fill but we couldn’t turn away now. We had to show these guys we belonged there and so we ignored it, even when the pranks and harassment turned from switching out our things to smacks on the ass or subtle gropes as we slid past people in the locker room. Again we tried to report it to the chief who told us to deal with it ourselves to find some way to get the guys to like us or we’d have to find work else where. After all the times we’d told our husband things were okay we couldn’t risk that, couldn’t deal with the shame of being fired or sent away and so we soldiered on. One weekend Tracy called me in for an extra shift saying we could work more and let the guys have a day off and maybe that would help. I didn’t really want to work but I figured maybe it would help, just maybe. Only I didn’t get to work, I didn’t get to impress the guys or to convince them of my ability to handle being a police officer. Instead I walked into the station to find Tracy bend over the front desk with one of the officers fucking her from behind, her eyes hidden behind her glasses but the loud moans showing just how she felt about it. I didn’t have time to protest or to think about leaving as I felt myself grabbed from behind, skilled hands undoing my equipment belt and sending my uniform pants down to my ankles. “Hold still Heather,” I heard our duty sergeant’s voice as he grabbed my hips and I could hear the sneer that he almost perpetually wore on his face in his tone, “I mean Officer Bretton.” When he found me wet, dripping from the sex I’d had interrupted by Tracy’s call to come into work he laughed and slid himself into me. He was bigger than my husband, longer and thicker both and I couldn’t stop the gasp that broke past my lips at being filled so full. I couldn’t help it, I was already so horny and no the sergeant was deep into my body. I don’t know why, I could have resisted, could have cried out and figured out some way to stop him but my body needed this. Some part of me was tired of the lovemaking, the sweet tenderness I got at home and the way this man was treating me like his pleasure object told me that there would be no tenderness here, no lovemaking, he was here to fuck me and my hips fucked back on their own.The way he filled me, stretched me had my body trembling and cumming in only a few minutes. I cried out then, screaming my pleasure into the station as I felt him starting to thicken, his cock swelling and stretching me even more as I felt what was about to happen. “No! Don’t cum insi-” My voice halted as it trailed into a silent scream of pleasure, his fingers tweaking my clit and sending me crashing back into the abyss of orgasmic pleasure just as he started to pump the content of his balls into my pussy. Every thrust, short and sharp sent another pulse of his seed deep into my waiting womb. A womb that only a month before would have been protected, a month before would have been safe but a month is a long time especially coming off of birth control to start a family with my husband, and now I was extremely fertile and full of another man’s cum. I felt him push the last few drops of himself into me before he pulled out letting me sag against the counter tip where I watched Mandy gasping for breath as cum oozed from her used body as well. The both of us had probably just been bred, we’d proven ourselves unworthy to wear the uniform they wore or at least not in the way we wanted. Instead we would be their playthings, working extra shifts, shifts where we would kneel behind the counter, our mouths or our pussies around their cocks even as our bellies swelled with the babies of these men rather than our husbands. -- source link