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Valerie leaned against the wide stone pillar as a warm evening breeze blew across her scantily clad form. Her shoulder length lavender hair was tossed by the wind as cars whizzed down the street. The dye job was complemented by her short, one-piece dress and form fitting choker necklace. Their purple sheen gleamed brightly in the night time city lights, calling attention to her ample curves.
Her dress terminated not far below her waist and from there her attractions became more bold. Black garters trailed down her thick thighs. They contrasted nicely with the healthy peach tone of her light skin. The leather strips clipped to stockings just above her knees, framing the rest of her legs in irresistible see-through black silk.
Between her legs hung a long, thick cock, framed base to tip in shiny, black vinyl. The stretchy sleeve felt wonderful around her hypersensitive length. She kept the top of the sleeve unzipped to show off just a little of her plump, bulging flesh. Doing this attracted the right type of clients and warded off the others. It drew men that craved domination like honey did to flies.
Valerie heard a car door slam shut a little ways down the street and her gaze followed the sound. She’d been so busy scoping for Johns that she’d hardly paid attention to the peeping boy in blue. She’d noticed the cop car earlier, but thought nothing of it. Probably just some jack-off eating donuts while perving on her. Maybe even tickling the pickle on his break. If he’d parked closer or stayed much longer, she would’ve moved on. As the young man sheathed the baton in his duty rig and approached her, it seemed a confrontation was inevitable.
“Evenin Ma’am. I’d like a word, if you don’t mind.”
“Have all the words you want. I’ll decide if there’s any worth responding to.”
“Hey now, no need to get hostile. What’s your name?”
“Valerie.”
“That your real name or your street name?”
“Does it matter?”
“I’d like to see some ID.”
Valerie rolled her eyes before reaching into her purse and fishing out her wallet. She removed her driver’s license and handed it to him. He scanned it briefly before handing it back.
“Nice to meet you, Jennifer. I take it this is your corner?”
“What if it is? You know the state adopted the Swedish model, right? You can’t bust me anymore. Only the Johns.”
“Doesn’t seem like there’s many of those tonight.”
“Maybe some asshole cop is scaring them away. Ever think of that?”
“I’ll keep scaring them away if you don’t show me a little courtesy.”
“Pffft...” Valerie pushed herself off the pillar, picked up her bag and started walking away.
“I can’t bust you for hooking” he called from behind her “but I could book you for indecent exposure!”
Valerie stopped in her tracks and turned around, eyeing him scornfully. “What the fuck do you want?”
The flatfoot followed in her footsteps, catching up within seconds. “Maybe I’m looking for a good time. On the down-low, of course.”
Valerie folded her arms under her ample breasts, her lips spreading into a smirk as her left eyebrow raised. “Do you even know about this block? This is tops-only territory. If you’re looking to get your dick sucked or to stick it in my ass, that’s not what I do.”
“I was warned” he replied with a smile.
Her annoyance faded into curiosity. “You’re looking to get topped? By someone like me?”
“Maybe I’m looking for something new...”
Something new? Yeah, right. No doubt he was missing the ‘no homo’ suck-and-fuck days with his college frat buddies. Probably had a beard wife or girlfriend who was too prudish to peg him. If this guy hadn’t sucked a dozen cocks, Valerie was the Queen of England.
Still, he wasn’t a bad looking guy. A little on the short side, but handsome enough with short, dark hair and soft features. Well built. He hadn’t been on the force long enough to become a pastry cramming, engorged walrus yet. Not that it mattered.
A paying customer was a paying customer. Valerie was happy to drain her balls in any pudgy slut boy that wanted to get stuffed. Unlike regular prostitutes, a Femdom top didn’t have to look at the jerk she was fucking. Didn’t have to humor him or pretend she found him attractive. You just pushed their face into the mattress and took out your aggression on their quivering man cunt.
Yes, this could work out. It never hurt to have another friend on the force.
“What are you proposing?”
“Since this is my first party, how bout a freebie? In exchange, I’ll turn a blind eye to your Johns.”
‘Cheap ass motherfucker... ‘
Valerie was instantly pissed, but she didn’t show it outwardly. She bottled up her anger. It was more important to reel him in right now.
“Alright. That sounds fair, Officer...” she reached out and touched his name badge. “Pollack.”
“Call me Randy.”
“You want to do this now, Randy?”
“I’ll be off duty in a little over an hour.”
“Perfect!” She said, putting on her most charming smile and placing her hands on her curvy hips. “Come to the Clearview Motel at 10:30 and we’ll have a grand ole time!”
Valerie was on the way back to her apartment when she pulled out her phone.
“Hey Siri! Call Shanice.”
She held the device to her ear as her heels echoed off the pavement. It only took a couple rings before the call was answered.
“Hey girlfriend! How you doin?”
“Not bad. How’s your night?”
“Eh, its OK. Kinda slow.”
“Yeah, it was dead on my end until some oinker started harassing me.”
“What? For real?!?”
“Yeah, and that’s not all. He tried to shake me down.”
“Seriously? He’s gotta be new around here.”
“Oh, he’s as green as a leprechaun eating peas in the forest. But there’s a pot of gold at the end of this rainbow.”
“Oh?”
“He likes dick.”
“Hahaha! What’s the plan?”
“I’m on my way home right now to pick up some toys. Meeting him at the Clearview at 10:30. You want in?”
“Hell yeah! Let’s show em who runs these streets!”
“Right on. Park in the back and wait for my signal. I’ll text when he’s prepped.”
“Sounds good. I’ll see if the others want to join in.”
“The more the merrier.”
Valerie opened the door to their room, flicked on the lights and strode in confidently with Randy in tow. She set her purse and bag of toys on the end table in between the rooms dual twin beds. The mischievous domme surveyed the freshly cleaned room and smiled.
Val and her fellow working girls loved this placed for several reasons. It was relatively cheap, the owner didn’t ask questions and the raised beds were at ideal “cock level.” It was the perfect place to take any kinky bottom bitch and put them in their place. For the cock hungry man-sluts who could afford a double team, the small twin beds made it easy to spit-roast them.
“Alright, out of those clothes! I don’t got all night” Valerie instructed him with a wink.
“Yes Ma’am” he replied with a cocky smile. He hurriedly unbuckled his pants.
Valerie noted that he’d left his duty belt in the car. He’d removed his jacket, probably in the hopes that no one would notice he was a cop on the way in, but the rest of his outfit made it a poorly kept secret. At least he was smart enough not to bring a gun into a situation like this. Studying his frame, she spied the outlines of a phone and wallet in his pants.
‘Jackpot!’
She returned to her bag of toys and started rooting around in it. As Randy disrobed, she found the item she was looking for and pulled it free. The familiar metal clinking sound put the young man on edge.
“Playing with yours would’ve been more fun, but thankfully I brought my own.” The handcuffs hung from her index finger, swinging below her hand menacingly.
“Hold on now” Randy said as he tossed his underwear aside. “I never agreed to that.”
His flaccid cock hung below, a pale imitation of Valerie’s PVC-sheathed monster. She wondered if he was a “grower” or if that’s as big as it got. It didn’t matter, ultimately. It wouldn’t be getting any attention tonight.
“Do you want to get topped or not?”
“Yeah, but I’m not into bondage.”
“Well I am! Gets me hard as a fucking rock to see a faggot bitch like you all tied up! We do this my way or we don’t do it at all.”
He seemed hesitant; on the verge of calling the whole thing off. She had to put him at ease.
“You saw my ID, Randy. You know my real name. You really think I’m going to try anything funny? Get on the bed and put your hands behind your back like a good little boy! Do what Mistress Valerie says so I can make this the hottest night of your life.”
That was more than enough. His little cock twitched in excitement and his cheeks filled with the deep red of giddy arousal. He followed her instructions immediately, climbing aboard one of the the twin beds and stretching himself out.
“Not like that! The other way! Lengthwise across the center.”
He turned ninety degrees and arranged himself as she commanded, his ass now hanging off one side of the bed and his head at the other. He put his arms behind his back obediently and breathed deeply.
Valerie leaned onto the bed, her knee digging into his body as she grabbed one hand and slapped the first cuff on it.
“Easy! Not too tight, please...”
She sneered, grabbed his other hand and pulled it up high and tight behind his back before ratcheting the second cuff around it.
“Ahhh! FUCK!!!”
Valerie leaned down and spoke directly into his ear. “Don’t ever tell Mistress what to do, you filthy worm.” She gave his ass a firm shove with her boot as she slid off the bed and got back to her feet.
She gathered a wad of phlegm in her mouth and spit the loogie on his lower back before returning to her bag of toys. The increasingly aroused Domina gathered the remaining equipment she needed: two ankle cuffs and two lengths of chain with snap hooks on the ends.
Randy didn’t complain as she went to work securing his legs to the bottom of the bed frame. His libido had completely overridden his better judgment. He’d made his bondage bed and now he was lying in it. The anticipation of being filled with Valerie’s bulging cum pipe was his sole focus. A deep desire he couldn’t deny.
With her thirsty little bitch fully immobilized, Valerie retrieved her phone and sent the text: ‘He’s ready. Room 13.’
She slowly unzipped the cock sleeve from her fleshy length. As the glossy holster slid off, her hot appendage felt fresh air for the first time that night. Now Valerie was growing as eager as her horny prisoner. She grabbed red lipstick from her purse and moved back to the bed. She uncapped the stick and began writing ‘BITCH‘ in big letters across his left ass cheek.
“I invited some friends over. I hope you don’t mind.”
“What? Friends?!? That wasn’t part of-”
“Relax! They’re just like me. You’re going to love it.” She etched out “PIG“ in the same big letters across his right ass cheek. “Just enjoy the ride, slut! I daresay you’re getting way more than you deserve.”
No sooner had the words escaped her lips than the room’s only door opened. The voices of several chattering women could be heard as they entered; their boot heels stomping on the motel floor.
Valerie tossed the lipstick on his back and laid her fully engorged cum cannon down the center of his crack. She worked it up and down, teasing him as her fellow Dommes made their way in. Shanice arrived first, circling to Randy’s front as she and two other women examined the bitch-made cop their colleague had snared.
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