There was once this police officer, who had a condom fetish. He was a shy guy and didn’t have many partners but he liked to m*********. He would c** in a condom after jerking off, as well. That gave him k****, perverted pleasure. He wasn’t too tall, but a muscular and sturdy young man. He was normally serious, responsible, sometimes a little awkward too.
There was also a h**** girl, the cop’s neighbor. She would often come to visit her older friend in his apartment. The girl was in her early twenties, and our hero was in his early thirties. They were lovers. His task was to punish her when she was naughty, by spanking her a** with his nightstick, hand or his leather belt. They loved it when her b*** got red and he left marks on it. She had an impregnation fantasy, however she knew he preferred to use condoms. He asked her to play with his c***, kiss the teat of his condom and put his wrapped sausage between her big b****. He had a nice, fat d***. Not too long – perfect for his h**** although not too experienced partner.
Their bodies formed a perfect whole when they’d unite in a passionate embrace. He was a rough but at the same time loving, caring partner. She was a fire waiting to be ignited. She’d been jerking off her p**** for years; rubbing her c******* and f******** herself, screaming loud when she’d reach o*****. They had hot s**. She begged him to fill her p****, even though her mother warned her that she had to make sure the guy doesn’t c** inside, for she could get pregnant and/or catch an STD. The mother said it with harsh, insulting words. It hurt her soul. Didn’t she have a right to feel the man’s p**** without worrying for her life? She’d been m*********** for way too long.
And so, she would frequently run away from her own to her neighbor’s apartment. The cop squeezed her t***, sucked her hard n****** and rubbed them with his cockhead. He also paid attention to her c***. The girl was ecstatic with pleasure. She dug her nails in the cop’s back, he could feel her fingernails between his broad shoulders as he was pounding her. She asked him to write the word s*** on her a** with a marker… He felt embarrassed, but he did it anyway. She was his little w****, after all. She wanted to be degraded, by the man she felt safe with. Lust overwhelmed them both, to the point they were no longer able to think rationally. They became animals.
She sucked his tongue, moaned as her heavy t*** were hanging above the cop’s mouth. He sucked them greedily, taking both ample breasts in his hands. He pinched her stiff n******, which made her even wetter than before. She told him she’s his dairy cow and he called her a big-titted s***. She squirted on his d*** when he asked her if she was going to breastfeed his kids, in the case she stays pregnant. She replied that she’d either give birth to the baby, or abort it – whatever was his wish. But the cop was wearing a condom, remember? He said that it’s important for his little friend not to get pregnant.
Because he loved her. Because he respected her and cared for her. And because he didn’t want her to get in trouble with her parents. But that’s not what she wanted. Birth control was a woman’s obligation (at least in her opinion). There was no need for him to be that careful with her.
Yes, mom scolded her for wanting to have s**, humiliated her, and now she became a masochist, a s*** that desperately needs to be bred. A s*** that screamed for d*** while jerking off in the toilet.
She gave him a passionate kiss; their tongues intertwined, they were mating in their mouths. The cop could not take it anymore. He threw the g****** the floor so she was kneeling in doggy pose, entered her from behind and fucked her so hard, the whole building could hear the little s*** screaming as she was getting fucked by a sturdy policeman.
“Take the condom off, please!”, she begged. And he did.
Finally, he came roaring like a wounded beast and emptied his swollen balls into her p****. His thick sperm entered her v*****. He collapsed on top of her, his d*** still throbbing inside the woman he was madly attracted to.
She began to cry. She probably had to take the morning-after pill, just to be sure. The cop caressed her face gently. They both looked at the stream of s**** leaking out of the girl’s p****. He got on his knees and lapped it up, as well as her juices. It felt so dirty, yet she felt alive at those moments.
Of course, when she came home her mother yelled at her. The girl knew she was a s***. She ran away to the basement, just to m********* once again, calling her lover’s name and f******** her c**-filled c***, with tears in her eyes. Tears of shame, pleasure and joy.