[F] I got fucked by the [M] law in college

During one year of college, I started “dating” a police officer. And by dating…I mean he would come to my apartment, fuck me, and leave. Maybe he took me to dinner once in a blue moon. He was such an asshole, treated me poorly, but God if the sex wasn’t amazing. I think that’s where I developed my handcuff fetish because I don’t remember having one before him

We were completely toxic for each other. Wed argue all the time and do things to purposefully piss each other off, but I think it just helped make the sex that much more intense. He absolutely hated that I would flirt with other guys when I would go out with my friends, he hated that I still had tinder, hated me sending nudes on Snap. In a very cliche move for a cop, he loved thinking he could try and control me, or punish me when I didn’t do what I wanted. We would constantly fight about this and “break up” only for us to have crazy wild sex the same night and do it all over again in a few days.

One of the nights we “broke up” I went out to a bar with some of my friends. After a few too many drinks I started flirting with a guy that was hanging around with us. We started dancing and both started being generous with our hands. I helped guide his hand between my legs and moved my panties to the side so he could tease me. But it was then that I turned and noticed my favorite police officer watching me from the other side of the bar. Once he saw I knew he was there he walked over to me, grabbed me by the arm and took me out of the bar out the back. Once we were outside he backed me up against the wall of the building, yelling at me for what I was doing.

I was embarrassed, I was sad, I was angry, but really more than any of that…I was horny. He continued yelling at me until I reached out and grabbed his cock over his pants. He tried to push my hand away, wanting to keep the fight going. Then I got down on my knees, reaching for him again with far less resistance than I faced before. As he asked what the fuck I was doing I continued to pull at his pants, undoing his belt and lowering his zipper. He wasn’t fighting it any more. I pulled his cock out of his pants and slid it right into my mouth. I could feel him growing around my lips as I slowly moved my head up and down. I could hear him still trying to admonish me for what I did but at this point I was zoning him out. I took my boobs out of my dress and started rubbing them, bouncing them up and down the way I knew he liked.

I took his fat cock out of my mouth and held it in my hand while I looked up at him, jerking him off while he looked down on me with rage still in his eyes. I knew what I was in store for. He pushed my hand away and put his dick back into his pants, grabbed me by the arm and walked me back to his car, calling me every filthy name in the process. He opened up the back door and pushed me inside. I asked where we were going and he simply told me to shut my mouth. I did as I was told

He moved his car to the back of the parking lot, out of sight of any patrons to the bar. He opened the door and pulled me back out. He pushed me to the back of the car and bent me over the trunk, all the while running his hands over my body and groping me in the roughest way possible. I hiked my dress up over my ass as he yanked my underwear to the ground. Continuing to degrade me, he pulled both of my arms behind my back and held them together dropping down to a knee. He threw his tongue in between my legs, with no sense of rhythm or passion, just aggressively pushing his tongue all over me, no intention of pleasuring me.

He pulled away from my ass and spit at my pussy. He stood back up, still holding my arms behind my back and took his cock back out of his pants. He leaned into me, his stomach keeping my hands where he wanted them. With one hand he pushed my head and face down against the trunk and used the other to guide his cock into my now throbbing pussy. Then he started thrusting. Probably harder than I had ever felt him fuck me in the past. He was getting all of his anger out on me, and I enjoyed it.

I pushed my face away from the car and he reached out to push it right back down where he wanted it. His hand slid down to my throat, gripping it tighter than ever. Then out of nowhere he stopped. He turned me around so my ass was against the trunk of his car. Keeping on hand on my throat he moved the other down in between my legs and lightly slapped my clit. Then he thrust two of his fingers inside me

Forcefully moving them up and down inside me I had never had a guy finger me like this before. It was extremely aggressive yet passionate at the same time. He grabbed my hair and pulled my face closer to his and kissed me, fingers still slamming into me. I could feel this crazy amount of pressure and he pulled his fingers out of me. I was gushing for him, literally. Liquid came out of me that I didn’t know I was capable of. It was the first time a guy had made me squirt, I had only seen that in porn before.

He took his fingers that still had my juices on them and grabbed me around the throat again, forcing me back to my knees. Quickly he pushed his cock back into my mouth, my head slamming against the back of his car. I knew he was about to cum and I started stroking his shaft while I wrapped my lips around the tip of his cock. He pulled the hair on the top of my head and I looked up at him as he came into my mouth.

He told me he was taking me home and I got into his car. We hardly said a word to one another for the entire drive. When we got to my apartment I was surprised he pulled into a spot, usually he would just drop me off right in front of my door and drive away. He got out of the car and walked me to my door, and then let himself inside. Still hardly talking we both got undressed and immediately got into bed. It was one of the maybe handful of nights that he slept over at my place…

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/u9k4ua/f_i_got_fucked_by_the_m_law_in_college