Date: Mon, 27 Feb 2017 15:13:07 +0000
From: Jesse Hunter <bpd1381@hotmail.com>
Subject: From Cop to Whore part 8

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What the fuck is wrong with me?

I stood at the mirror of my bathroom sink looking for something.  I mean,
there's no way I'd find what little bit of dignity I had at one time.
Sanity?  Yeah, I'd say that left when I allowed myself to be bound and
gagged with fucking duct tape and then gang banged.  Dignity?  Out the door
when I let four dominant men urinate on me.  Honesty?  I still had that.

And if I was being honest with myself, I had to admit that I loved being
submissive.  So far, it had been the hugest turn on of my life.  I see a
black guy walking toward me and I damn near lose all control.  My lust
kicks into overdrive and all I want to do is be his sex toy.  It started
with Dontay but I'm well past that now.

I took a shower after cleaning myself out.  It was time to go back to work.
These days I was bringing extra underwear with me just in case.

I geared up and got in my patrol car.  I told the Sheriff's Office (the
town was too small to have it's own dispatch) that I was in service.  Then
I sought out the dayshift officer that I was relieving.  He met me at the
town hall and passed on any info I needed from my time off.  I was drifting
while he was talking.  I was admiring his biceps, his voice, his ego.  I
got control of myself and we parted ways.

Within the first hour of my 12 hour shift, dispatch sent me to check on the
welfare of a resident at a house in one of our better neighborhoods.  His
family had called because they couldn't reach him.  I responded to the
address and knocked on the front door.  While standing on the porch of the
brick ranch-style house, I remember thinking that they needed to replace
their mulch.

A heavyset black man opened the door.  He invited me in.  I informed him
why I was there and asked to see his ID.  I confirmed it was him and asked
that he call his family to let them know he was ok.

I was turning to leave when he reached out and touched my arm.  I stopped
and looked at him.  "Is there something else, sir?"

"Yeah.  This."

And he pulled out his dick.  For a bigger guy, he had a good looking dick.
Instinctively, my mouth opened a bit.

"Dontay said to tell you that he called this in and that you better make me
happy."

I'd be lying if I said I didn't want it.  And truth is, I probably would
have even if he hadn't brought up Dontay.

I dropped to my knees and started servicing the man.  He didn't get hard
right away.  I had to work on it.  Before long, I found the way he liked
it.  I also noticed I was deep-throating without being forced to.  I guess
my skills were improving.

"Awe baby that's good.  Yeah just like that."

He never once berated me.  He was really enjoying the blowjob.  Toward the
end I could taste a sweet substance coming out of his dick.  I knew from
experience that was the taste of pre-cum.  The actual cum is usually a
little more bitter.  Eventually, he pulled his dick out of my mouth and
jacked off in my face.  I tried to get it all in my mouth but a little was
on my chin and some on my shirt (I was still in full uniform while on my
knees).

"Hang on a minute, baby," he said while retrieving a dish towel.  He wiped
the excess cum from my chin and my shirt.  He was actually very sweet about
it.

"I'll be sure to tell Dontay how good of a job you did."

"Thank you, sir."

I left the house with the taste of his cum in my mouth, and without a
single doubt that Dontay was whoring me out to his friends.

I went back to work.  I wrote a few tickets before finally deciding to
confront Dontay about what he was doing to me.

I pulled up in the complex and parked in front of his place.  No one was
outside, thank god.  I knocked on his door.  He actually answered it.  I
don't think he was expecting me.  He even looked a little bit surprised.
But he recovered quickly.

"Come on in, Officer."

I did.

"Dontay, have you been charging these guys to have sex with me?"

"Da fuck?!"

I didn't notice the attractive black female coming out of the kitchen.
Now, she had a surprised look on her face.

"Dat shit you wearing ain't free, bitch."

Apparently, he talked to his women just like he talked to me.  But he
bought them things and they got to talk back.  I continued, "Dontay, I like
what we do, but..."

He stopped me by putting the screen to his phone in my face.  There was a
video of him and his friends fucking me in the living room.  And one more
of me sucking him while I was in uniform.  I was speechless.

I stood there.  Numerous emotions running through me.  Anger, fear, guilt,
and I'll be damned if lust didn't fucking creep up in there the hardest.

He had his back to the female.  He was facing me.  He turned his head
toward her a little.  "Baby, you wanna see how big my ego is?"

"Da fuck you talking about?"

"Watch this."

He turned back to me.  He mouthed, "I own you.  Do ya job, bitch."

Honestly, I don't really think he needed the videos to control me.  My
libido controlled me.  And he was the fucking master of that.  I dropped to
my knees and pulled his dick out of his pants.  I put it in my mouth and
started sucking like no one else was there.  I dropped my hands and grabbed
my duty belt in the rear (I knew he preferred no hands).

He was talking to his girl, "I told you I get whatever the fuck I want.  I
run dis bitch.  And dis fucking town."

"Does your Daddy know about this?" She asked.

"Not yet.  Gotta get muh timing right on dat."

I'm pretty sure I was tasting her on that dick.  It had been a lifetime ago
since I'd had pink taco but you don't forget that taste.  It wasn't for
long, though.  He came pretty fast.  He grabbed my head and started
face-fucking me.  He was grunting like an animal when he shot his load in
my mouth.

"Swallow it, bitch."

Like I had to be told.  It was already ingested by the time he said it.  I
knew that was a part of the show for his girl.

"Stand up."

I wiped the spit from my mouth as I did.  I adjusted the hard on in my
pants as I stood and faced my pimp.

"You be safe out there, Officer.  Oh, and when they tell you to take your
10-10, those are my customers."

"Yes Sir."

I turned to leave.  How the hell did he know 10-codes?  Usually that's just
cops and crooks that are familiar with that language.  Prior to him
sticking his dick in me, I didn't know Dontay.  So, he wasn't one of the
town's usual criminals.  Why is that even a question in my mind right now?
Dontay has turned me into his fucking whore.  An actual fucking whore.  How
in the hell did I get here?  And what did he mean by the whole 10-10 thing?

I sat in the car for a sec before turning it on.  When I switched it on, I
heard dispatch sending a deputy to my town.  I keyed the mike and asked
what was going on.  They cancelled the deputy and said they were trying to
call me to send me on a call.  I wasn't answering.  Shit, I had forgotten
to switch on my walkie.  They gave me the call details and I drove in that
direction.

I pulled into the driveway of the house and walked up to the door with my
notebook.  It was a very clean porch.  A middle-aged black man opened the
front door and asked me to come in.  He was wearing pajama pants.

As we entered the living room, he said, "Dontay said for you to tell
dispatch that you were 10-10.  He said I'd have you for an hour."

That ego maniac was prostituting me out through the county dispatch.  The
guy dropped his pants.  My instincts kicked in at the sight of his dick.  I
started to take off my shirt but he stopped me.  "I've always want to fuck
a cop.  Keep it on.  Lose the pants, though," he said.

I got on the radio and told them my victim was gone on arrival and that I
was en route to my 10-10.  Then I took off my duty belt and pants.

He sat on the couch.  "Come suck my dick, boy."  I walked over to him and
took my place on my knees between his legs.  I started sucking his dick.
He smelled like he had just taken a shower.  Thanks to my pimp, I had
learned to relax my throat and breathe through my nose.  So when he was
hard I was able to go all the way to his balls.  I looked up at him to make
sure he liked it.  He did.

After about 20 minutes, he pulled me off his dick.  "Alight, boy, turn
around."

I was on all fours, naked except for my uniform shirt.  He lubed his dick
and slid it into my ass.  Fuck, that felt good.  He grabbed a handful of my
shirt while he started pumping me.  He was a quiet fuck.  He would grunt
occasionally.  He flipped me onto my back and raised my ass in the air
while fucking me.  That felt really good.  He came like that.  As I said,
he had been a quiet fuck, but he didn't cum quietly.  He let out a fucking
roar that I'm pretty sure the whole town heard.  He pulled out and I felt
the cum dripping out of my hole.

We went to the bathroom and took a shower together.  He got horny again and
fucked me one more time in the shower.  Even if I was carrying two of his
loads in my ass, I got to leave there clean.

I got dressed and went back on patrol.  The few calls I received were real
calls after that.  But, there would be more in the week.

To be continued.....