Karen wasn’t sure how long she slept. She awoke still cradled in in the arms of the man who assulted her. He seemed to be sleeping soundly beside her. She felt dirty. The feeling consumed her as she sowly worked herself free of the man and snuck out of the bed. Tip-toing over to the bathroom she silently closed the door behid her.
The bathroom was simple. There was not much beyond sink, a toilet, and a combination tub shower. She hurried over to and turned on the shower, and waited for the water to heat up. She felt grimy, oily, and sweaty. While she stood there she began to feel something begin to drip down her legs. Instinctively she reached down, and felt the viscous cum leaking from her. It was still warm, kept so deep inside her. Now that she thought on it she could feel more of it inside her. Something passed though her mind, something she refused to admit as shook away the thought and stepped into the shower.
In her hurry she forgot to check the temperature of the water before going in. The cool water surprised her and she had to stifle a gasp. That man was still asleep, and she kept telling herself she preferred it that way. Fidgeting with the knob she adjusted the water to a more comfortable temperature. Standing there she felt the water stream down her body, washing away the sweat and grime. She focused on the sensation of the warm water hitting her skin, it barely registered that her hand was moving between her thighs. She didn’t want to admit to what she was doing. She justified it as cleaning up the mess, but that reasoning didn’t explain the heat she was feeling down there. She drew a finger along her cum covered labia, gathering up the creamy fluid.
Cautiously Karen looked around the bathroom. Already steam was starting to fog up the room and not much was decipherable beyond the shower curtain. Satisfied that she was alone she too a minute to watch the cum glisten as it flowed down her fingers. The fire growing in her loins was becoming too great to ignore, but she’d wasn’t about to let the bastard asleep in the other room know. After a few minutes Karen convinced herself she was alone. She braced one arm against the wall, the warm water from the shower splashed on her back while her free hand returned to her cum filled hole. Starting slowly she ran her finger along her labia, gathering up the slick mixture of cum and her own juices. Karen swallowed, silencing the part of her that was telling her this was wrong. Closing eyes she began to rub het clit, coating it in the cum from her finger.
Part of her was hating herself as she began to masturbate with her assailant’s cum, but that shame didn’t stop her. Maybe it was because of the shame that she felt this overwhelming urge to pleasure herself. Feeling the cum inside her was triggering some instinct inside her. She knew that there was a risk that she’d get pregnant. She wasn’t on the pill, and she didn’t have any emergency contraceptives. Still the more she thought about the cum leaking out of her the more she was turned on. Some primal instinct was triggered in her. She began rubbing her clit more furiously, the heat inside her building. Her legs began to bucle as the waves of ephoria washed over her, and she began to brace more and more against the shower wall. Karen’s mind was spaced out on sensation, and was craving more. She needed something inside her again. Her fingers ran down her slit, before she could stop herself Karen inserted them deep inside herself with an audible squelch. Feeling the cum on her fingers as she gave into her urges was pushing her towards an orgasm. She knew this was wrong, but it only turned her on more. She knew she should stop, but she couldn’t bring herself to. Karen’s self control continued to slip, and she let out a loud moan as she plunged her fingers inside again.
The sound of her moan echoing off the bathroom walls snapped her back to reality. She opened her eyes and cautiously peeked out of the shower, hoping she hadn’t woken the man asleep in her bed up. While she couldn’t see into the bedroom, she appeared to be alone in the bathroom. Karen let out a sigh of relief. She knew that she should stop before she woke up her assailant, but she was so close to an orgasm and she needed the release. Confident that she was not yet discovered, Karen braced against the wall again. Closing her eyes once more she slid her hand down to her needy pussy. She was just about to begin rubbing herself again when the sound of the shower curtain snapped her out of her trance.
“Poor thing,” the now familiar voice rumbled behind her. “You really needed this didn’t you.” Karen didn’t turn around. She was still like a prey animal suddenly aware the predator in it’s midst. “You had this slut buried deep inside you all along.” Tyler’s hand slid down her back, and rested on her hip. “A slut looking for an excuse to be fucked.” Karen could feel the heat coming from Tyler’s cock, inches from her dripping pussy. Karen braced for it slide inside her, but it never came.
“Why,” Karen found herself moaning, “why aren’t you…” her voice trailed off as she realized what she was about to ask.
“Fucking you?” Tyler growled. “If that’s what you want, but you need to admit it.” He teased her cunt with his cock, “Tell me that you’re a dirty slut who needs another fuck.”
“I…” Karen began, but her voice tailed off. She didn’t want to admit to the lust burning within her, at least her mind didn’t. Her body was another story, at the precipice of an orgasm it yearned to feel Tyler’s hot stiff cock inside it. In rebellion against her mind Karen’s hips rocked back in attempt envelop his dick.
Tyler stepped back, dening Karen’s pussy the penitration it desired. “Nuh uh,” Tyler tutted, “you need to say it.” Stepping forward yet again let is cock slide along Karen’s sloppy wet cunt.
Karen’s pussy began to ache for Tyler’s cock. It was so close it was driving her mad. “I,” Karen began, “I’m a dirty slut.” It was like a damn had burst. “I need to be fucked. I need that cum inside me.” She bent over more, presenting her pussy to Tyler. “Give it to me. Give it please-”
Tyler smiled lecherously and placed his hands on Karen’s hips. Linings up his cock he pushed deep inside her. Karen let out a loud satisfied moan as his cock stretched her out. The sensation of Tyler entering her was enough to push her over the edge she’d been on since she was interrupted. Her body quivered, and her legs nearly gave out. Tyler helped her stay standing as her knees buckled. Through her orgasmic spasms Tyler made sure his cock remained inside Karen, feeling every clench of her pussy on his dick.
“Keep,” Karen moaned, “keep going.” Tyler obliged. Rocking his hips forward he began sliding his cock in and out. Still braced by one arm, Karen took her free hand and began to rub her clit. While Tyler’s cock pumped in and out of her wet hole her fingers feverishly circled around her clit. Her moaning became an unrestrained wails of exctacy. In response Tyler’s thrusting became punctuated with beastial grunts.
“Give it,” Karen moaner, “give me your cum.” Tyler let out a growl and pressed his cock in dreep. His thick cum erupted forth coating Karen’s vagina. Karen could feel every twitch that spewed forth more of the hot potent semen. It pushed her into a second orgasm, pulling more of Tyler’s seed into her wombs. Karen knew she was a dirty slut of a cop, and she was never getting clean.
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