The Dirty Cop

Dr. Casey Calvert walks into the room ready to shut down another loose cannon. She has a file on Xander Corvus thick with red flags. One look at the detective and she wants him gone. He reads her the same way. The cuffs click behind her wrists before she can finish her notes. He shoves her down on the steel table, rips open her blouse, and feeds his cock straight into her throat. Spit floods her mouth, runs over her glasses, drips off her chin. He keeps pumping until her eyes water and her mascara streaks. When she’s limp and drooling, he strings her up by the wrists, bare feet barely touching the floor, and lays the flogger across her back and ass until every inch stings. She arches toward the next strike. He steps in close, drags the fat head of his dick through her soaked cunt, and drives in hard. Her legs shake. He lowers her just enough to bend her over the same table, spreads her ass, and shoves straight into her tight hole. The first thrust knocks the breath out of her. He keeps going, hips slamming, hand gripping her hair, until her body jerks and she comes hard around his cock. He doesn’t stop. He fucks that hole open until she’s panting and asking for more, voice hoarse, glasses crooked, body marked and used.