Trevor and Carrie decide to have a risky nighttime romp in the middle of the park, hoping to re-ignite Carrie's sexual imagination. However, they get caught in the act...by a cop. No, he's not going to kick them out. He handcuffs Trevor to a pole and decides to have a little fun with his girlfriend!
Trevor is shocked at first, but when he sees his girlfriend having the time of her life, he starts to reconsider. Sometimes watching CAN be fun...
Warning: This 4400 word story contains dubious consent, cuckolding, oral sex, anal sex, and a surprise twist you won't believe!
“You come with me.” He took a pair of handcuffs from behind his back and approached Trevor. Trevor gave in and put out his wrists; the cop only locked the handcuff around one of them. Odd.
He led Trevor over to the path light and locked the other cuff around the thin steel pole that acted as its support. Trevor was locked to that spot.
Carrie continued to lie on the bench, terrified of what he was going to do. There was no point in running since Trevor was still trapped there. The cop’s radio suddenly began blaring, causing him to instinctively shoot his hand to it and shut it off. He approached Carrie’s closed legs, looking her over from top to bottom. He began to touch her, running his hands all over her body, squeezing her soft breasts.
“What the hell are you doing?” Carrie said, terrified that he was touching her. Goose bumps formed all over her body as his fingers searched her thoroughly, pressing her breasts together and sliding through her still moist slit. His hands were having their way with her body and she wasn't sure what to think. His skin was rough and worn, feeling a bit like sandpaper at times.
“I’m searching you,” he said. “Aha, what do we have here? Drugs?” He pulled the lube out of her jacket pocket and examined it in the light. “Ah. This will be useful.” Carrie continued to wonder what he wanted with her.
Trevor was still stuck on the light, helpless to do anything. “Get your hands off of her!” he shouted, watching the cop literally cop a feel from his girlfriend. He lifted a useless fist, hurling it about like he was punching the air.
“You keep your mouth shut over there or I’ll make sure it stays shut.” The officer knew he didn’t need to say much to be effective.
Trevor looked at the gun again and shut up. “Sorry,” he said, defeated.
The cop unfastened the top of his pants and lowered them along with his boxers, revealing a muscled ass for Trevor to stare at. “This is for you,” he said to Carrie. “Suck it.”
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Published August 11, 2012
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.