Chapter 10

The sound of aggressive sex fills the room—the force of rough thrusts shakes the bed.

“You like that?”

“Yes, yes, don’t stop...” Curtis groans, bent over his bed as Sabina Tomoiaga fucks him in his ass, her strap-on screwing through his innards. His cock is achingly hard with precum dripping down to the floor.

After investigating the latest crime scene, Curtis headed back to his apartment. He had hoped in some far off place in the back of his brain that Yulia would show. Or course she never did. He even considered going out to try and find her, but New York is a very big city with many places to hide. He quickly realized it would be a waster effort and his chances of finding the killer were greater than finding the woman. When he got back to his apartment, he was surprised to see the girl waiting for him. After that, it didn’t take any convincing or mind control to get him in the position he finds himself in now.

A sharp slap rings out. Sabina brings her palm down against one of his cheeks. He yelps and pushes back at her, receiving a series of subsequent spanks. Her treatment reddens his flesh. “You’ve had a stressful time with this case, yes?”

“Yes...”

“Leave it to me then,” she says. “I’ll take care of you.”

The thrusts increase in speed and force. The girl pounds into him with gusto. His knuckles are white from how tightly he is clutching at the covers. As she keeps up the onslaught, her other hand slides up the back of his sweat-soaked shirt to reach for his tie. Deftly and while keeping rhythm, she works it around until it is resting on his shoulder. One backward yank and he cries out. His head wrenches up. The girl rides his ass viciously using his tie as a makeshift rein. Her dress is cast off on the floor. Her bra and panties are similarly strewn about. The glory of her fit, tight body is on full display.

It has been a stressful case, made even more stressful by Yulia’s arrival. The girl arrived at just the right time, not only now but in his life. He doesn’t know what had gotten into him at the station when he attempted to interrogate her. Looking back it was fun, exciting and dangerous. Curtis is just lucky Yulia found him and no one else. And though the girl had somehow manipulated him into the dirty and taboo act, he could not get her out of his mind. It was a relief to actually find her in his apartment and ready to go. He didn’t question how she got in because it didn’t matter. She was here for one thing and he was willing to give it.

The hand that has been slapping her ass moves to grip tightly on his hip. There is no predictability to the way she yanks back at his tie or smacks his ass. She is mindful of keeping him off balance though. The weak sputters that are his reaction are quite delightful to her ears. She glances down, seeing the cheeks of his ass shake as her hips slam into him, sending the strap-on deep into his guts. Curtis’ strained grunt make the girl giggle. The thrusts are relentless and the stimulator against her clit works wonders for her. This is a psychological pleasure as well as physical. “You want me to fuck you harder?” she purrs, yanking back on his tie.

Curtis struggles to speak from the forceful pace and the pull around his neck with each attempt turning into a soft gasp. It is an unnecessary question since she can tell that he wants it as hard as she can give it. Yet she enjoys the way he winces while trying to respond to her as if he is afraid that no answer will lead to her stopping. His desperation is evidence in itself that this is something he wants and has been very curious about for a long time. Though the way he took it up his ass so easily begs the question of whether he has been in this position before now.

Laughing at his pitiful attempts, Sabina leans forward, smothering her breasts against his back. Her hips are still pumping, churning through his bowels. The sweaty shirt rubs deliciously against her rigid nipples. Her mouth finds his ear and she nibbles on it, murmuring to him and telling him how much she is enjoying this. Unbeknownst to her this is a position he has been in many times before and actually enjoys quite a bit, though it has never been with a woman and a strap-on doing it.

It was actually three years into his being on the force that led him to be in similar position. Curtis had busted a guy for a petty stash of drugs, hoping to catch a bigger fish. It turned out that the guy wasn’t going to be able to lead him anywhere. At the time Curtis felt his reputation on the streets as a cop would be in serious jeopardy and wasn’t sure what to do until the guy gave him an offer he could resist. And he resisted at first, but eventually gave in to it. The first time was strange and even painful, but eventually he had come to enjoy it. It carried on for some time before it had to come to an end. After that, Curtis partook in the act more often and usually in between relationships with women. It was a great stress reliever, especially for him being a New York City cop. But now to be in the hands of a woman ... he is comfortable here, wondering why he never thought of this before.

Sabina’s mouth slides down to his neck, sucking and nipping and occasionally biting. As she continues to pump deep into his ass, her free hand slides from his hip to seek out his prick. It is hard and rearing like a wild horse, leaking profusely with sticky sweat streams of precum. The girl closes her hand around it hearing him moan in response and pushing mindlessly back at her. Quickly, a pace is set. Wet strokes go up and down. It is easy to tell just from the way his moans grow louder and more lewd that he is close to a very messy finish.

“That’s it,” the girl groans. “Cum for me. Do it...”

Curtis grunts. His hands grip at the covers. A series of powerful thrusts run through his cock, pulsing against her palm and heralding the oncoming load. Her strokes speed up to coax it out.

“Do it. Cum for me. Come on...”

One last throb rolls through the straining shaft. Sensing the imminent eruption, she slides her hand down underneath the tip. A long, drawn out groan spills from the man as his orgasm strikes. Hard spurts rocket out into her cupped palm. Sabina coos in his ear, still pumping her hips. The load quickly overfills her hand and the last spurts top off the pool of cum and trickles to escape by dripping onto the floor. Euphoric shudders run through Curtis. The tail end of his orgasm provides one last wave of ecstasy. The hand holding his tie yanks his head back to meet the other hand, cum now trickling sluggishly down her wrist. A small, creamy puddle rests in her palm.

“Clean me off,” she orders, letting go of his tie and finally stopping her thrusts.

With no hesitation, the man leans forward to suckle at the offering. He groans as the taste of his own fluid coats his tongue. The puddle in her palm is drawn into his mouth by his breathless licking. The sticky remnants stick obscenely to his lips, giving them a dull sheen. The wet slurps make him purr and desire is easily read in his eyes. He is thorough in his obedience, taking his time in lapping at her hand. He runs his tongue between each finger, moaning as he licks back down to her wrist, the trail of spunk no match for his enthusiasm.

“Good boy, she croons, kissing at his neck and feeling him nuzzle back in response. “But we’re not done yet,” she tells him, seeing the new spark of lust appear instantly in his eyes.

This is not something he is used to. Usually once the guy he is getting fucked by finishes that is it. There is no more fucking. Sometimes of course there just isn’t time for another go, but even when there is plenty of it that is it. Rising back off him, Sabina runs her hands along his back, sliding underneath the shirt to stroke at his flesh. Her hips have stopped with strap-on halfway inside him. With one steady push it fills him back up again, shoving deep into his insides. Curtis groans softly, grinding back at the length of her silicone cock.

“Work your ass back against me,” she orders.

His hips begin to rock backward immediately. She giggles, watching him intently as he drives himself against the fake prick and grunting from the sensation of it churning through his backdoor. The flesh of his ass lures her fingers, black colored nails digging into his cheeks. A shudder runs through his body as he keeps up the self-impalement.

“Harder,” she urges.

A loud, constant smacking sound rings out as his pace increases in response. He groans with his head hung low. His hands are flat on the bed. He uses this position to push more desperately into her. The sight of his ass bouncing is exquisite with his hot flesh rippling from each impact. This insistent backward movement keeps the clit stimulator rubbing against her sensitive bud. Sabina’s own orgasm builds, unfurling slowly into what will surely be a wonderful crescendo. As the pleasure rises and she grips tightly at his flesh, drawing a lustful sigh from his lips. She is unmoving, and keeping the strap-on pointed forward so that he can skewer himself on it again and again and again.

“That’s it,” she coos. “That’s a good boy...”

By now his bed is a wreck. The covers are practically drawn up into a wad. The sheets are a mess with the fitted sheet yanked free from one corner. Curtis’ pace increases with breathless gasps coming from him in droves. The swells of sensations are on the rise. Thrills provoke shudders all over the girl. The man’s feverish rhythm is unrelenting. And as her climax beckons, she clutches at his ass, drawing it back towards her to help him take every inch. Her muscles tense, the pleasure reaching the breaking point. Then her orgasm strikes her to radiate out sheer bliss all over every inch of her body. Sabina groans. The ecstasy is intense. Her pussy drenches her thighs with her juices. Still caught up in his obedience, Curtis mashes himself back against the strap-on. The continued impacts keep the clit stimulator doing its job very well, but the girl finds herself overwhelmed quickly. The incessant sensations are too good, too sharp. They make her shudder uncontrollably. Her hips draw back, bringing the silicone length halfway out. He peeks over his shoulder, stopping in mid-motion. The look on her face tells him everything he needs to know.