When Martin is pulled over by the sexy Officer Fontaine, he thinks he's about to get a ticket. Instead, she forces him to have sex with her, threatening to send him to jail if he doesn't give her the orgasm of her life. Now, Martin will end up in the big house unless he can satisfy her every steamy desire! ...
When Martin is pulled over by the sexy Officer Fontaine, he thinks he's about to get a ticket. Instead, she forces him to have sex with her, threatening to send him to jail if he doesn't give her the orgasm of her life. Now, Martin will end up in the big house unless he can satisfy her every steamy desire!
Warning: Formerly called NYPD Screw, this sizzling tale of non-consensual sex contains hot oral and anal sex, including bondage, BDSM, and forced sex! It's about to get erotic.
Again, no response from Fontaine. The cruiser rolled along, pulling off the expressway onto the local roads. Martin looked out the window, confused.
"Where are you going? The police station is back that way."
"We're not going to the police station?"
"Then where are we going?"
"Great," he said. "Just great."
She drove on, down through the local roads with stores and houses, until she finally pulled off into a small development. There was a wide expanse of condos set against the edge of a forest, and Fontaine pulled the cruiser to a stop at the very end of the development. She spent a minute grabbing some things from the trunk, then opened the door.
"Get out," she said. Martin struggled out, the cuffs still digging into his hands.
"You want to loosen these things?" he asked. "I think I'm losing all circulation in my hands."
"Be quiet," Fontaine said. "Come on. Follow me." She walked down the path to one of the condos. Martin considered running for it, but he wouldn't get very far in handcuffs. He followed her, and she led him inside.
The condo just looked like a typical apartment for a single woman. A small but clean kitchen, art on the walls, a plush sofa. A jar of potpourri on the coffee table. Martin looked around, wondering when the other shoe was going to drop.
"Is this your apartment?" he asked. "Why did you bring me here?"
Fontaine said nothing. She reached into her pocket and threw something at Martin. It hit him in the chest and bounced off onto the coffee table. He looked down. It was a small bag filled with white powder.
"What's that?" he asked.
"That's the cocaine I'm going to say I found on you," Fontaine said. "That is, if you don't give me at least two orgasms."
"Sit down," Fontaine said. She took her nightstick off her belt and swung it softly at Martin. He jumped back and collapsed onto the sofa. Fontaine began unbuttoning her uniform, slowly. Martin could see her black bra and exposed skin as she went. Then she pulled the uniform off her, tossing it away. Next she began unbuckling her belt, taking off her holster and gun and laying it on the coffee table. Her pants slipped off, and she stood there in just her bra and panties. Martin sat goggling. She was even hotter than she had seemed with her uniform on. Her breasts were large and full, and she had a flat washboard stomach supporting her great body. Her blonde hair was falling down around her shoulders.
Aurora Dupree is a former burlesque dancer turned author, who enjoys titillating her fans with scintillating tales both real and imagined. She resides in New Orleans, where she's always meeting sexy people with sexy stories.