The suspect had her pinned against the squad car before she could draw her weapon. Officer Lena Vargas, 28, all tight uniform and hard attitude, felt the cold metal of the hood bite into her hips as his bigger body crushed her from behind. "You think you're in charge, bitch?" he growled, yanking her arms behind her back and slapping cuffs on her wrists. The metal clicked tight. Her badge dug into her chest.
He kicked her legs apart. Her utility belt clattered to the ground when he ripped it off. Lena twisted, cursing, but he was stronger. His hand shoved between her thighs, fingers hooking into the crotch of her uniform pants and tearing the fabric open with one hard yank. Cool night air hit her bare pussy. She wasn't wearing panties under the pants that night. Stupid mistake.
"Fuck you," she spat, voice shaking. He laughed low and mean, rubbing two thick fingers straight up her slit. She was dry at first, but the friction turned slick fast when he worked her clit in rough circles. "Already getting wet for it, girl cop? Dirty little slut in blue."
Lena bucked, trying to throw him off, but the cuffs held her. He unzipped, pulled out a heavy cock, and shoved it between her ass cheeks. No warning. One brutal thrust and he was inside her pussy, stretching her open. She cried out, half pain, half unwanted spark. He didn't give her time to adjust. He fucked her hard against the car, hips slamming, balls slapping her clit with every stroke. The cuffs rattled. Her tits mashed against the windshield, nipples scraping the glass through her shirt.
He reached around and pinched her clit, rolling it while he pounded deeper. "Take that cock, cop. You arrest guys like me all day, now you're getting dicked down like the whore you are." Lena's breath came in short gasps. Her body betrayed her, pussy clenching around him, getting wetter with every rough thrust. She hated it. She wanted it. The mix made her head spin.
He pulled out, spun her around, and shoved her to her knees on the gravel. His cock, shiny with her juices, slapped her cheek. "Open." She glared up at him but parted her lips. He fed it into her mouth, gripping her hair, fucking her face until she gagged and drooled down her chin.
Tears streaked her makeup. He held her there, deep in her throat, until she swallowed around him.
Then he hauled her up, bent her over the hood again, and drove back into her cunt. Harder this time. One hand on her cuffed wrists, the other smacking her ass red. "Beg for it," he ordered. Lena shook her head, but the words slipped out anyway. "Fuck me… harder." He rewarded her with brutal strokes that made her legs shake.
Her orgasm hit sudden and vicious. She came around his cock, pussy pulsing, juices dripping down her thighs. He didn't stop. He kept using her until he grunted and flooded her, hot cum pumping deep. When he pulled out, it leaked down her legs onto the road.
He left the cuffs on, tossed her badge onto the seat, and walked away into the dark. Lena stayed bent over the car, breathing hard, uniform wrecked, cum and her own wetness cooling on her skin. Sirens wailed in the distance. She closed her eyes, already wondering how the hell she was going to explain this shift.
