Mall Domination: Busty Cop's Forced Public Submission and Slut Awakening

I was working the night shift for the third night in a row and was quite frankly growing tired of it. I knew when I became a police officer that it was going to be a difficult task—not simply because it was a dangerous job, but because I was a female in a man's world. I had applied for the position with the Colorado Department in early January, and now I was nine months into my new career. I was pretty sure I was being assigned the shifts no one else wanted, but what could I do? So, I worked hard and hoped one day that I would be appreciated for my skills and not restricted because of my gender.

 

So, here it was, approximately 1 a.m., and I was sitting in my patrol car just outside of the city limits—same thing, different night. I usually had my share of drunks, speeders, suspicious characters, etc. Nighttime usually brought out the crazy in some people.

 

I was listening to a few of the other officers corresponding back and forth over the radio, wondering why they got the cool calls. It just didn't seem fair. Out of boredom, I turned on my interior light and checked myself out in the rearview mirror. I touched up my makeup a bit and brushed my long, brown hair. Even though I was not in a high-profile position, I always dressed to look my best, and at 23, even in uniform, I could still turn heads. I ran my hand down my legs, then back up again, smoothing my black stockings as I went, straightening them at the top, slipping my right hand beneath my skirt and softly touching my silk, black thong—my bare pussy tingling at the tiniest caress.

 

I ran my left hand up the buttons on my uniform blouse and opened a couple, reaching inside and down into my lacy, black bra, cupping my 36DD breast in my hand, toying with my nipple. Listening to the guys on the police radio, I closed my eyes and began running my fingers up and down my moist panties. I could feel my clit harden beneath my touch, and I started to slide my hand inside when my police radio went off.

 

Jumping to my senses, I straightened my clothes just as I was getting my first call of the night. I thought to myself that the guys must be busy, because this one seemed a little interesting. It seemed there was a call at the Color stone Mall, where a guy in his mid-thirties was making lewd gestures towards a girl at the jewelry counter.

 

Still a little turned on, I regained my composure and responded to the 10-78 and was on my way to the mall in record time. I was advised to be extremely cautious, as the guy seemed to be a repeat offender. I parked in front of the mall and was out of my car and inside in seconds, my heels clicking as I hurried along to the jewelry department. As I approached the area, I could see two girls behind the counter: a busty redhead and a more conservative-type brunette in glasses—both very beautiful, and both seemed a little nervous.

 

Across from them at the counter was the guy in question—about 5'8", with black hair, a beard, and a mustache. Slender in build, maybe in his early thirties, dressed in simple jeans and a white t-shirt. I watched for a second, and it appeared that he was touching himself, leaning on the counter and touching the brunette on the neck. Nothing major, but the incident could turn ugly really quick.

 

I slowly approached the guy from behind and didn't even draw my weapon—he honestly didn't seem that much of a threat. I firmly grasped his left arm and asked him to back away from the counter slowly. He turned quickly because I startled him, and in doing so, I discovered he had his jeans unbuttoned and unzipped, and his dick—fully erect—out for everyone to see. I quickly became a little more concerned and reached for my revolver but wasn't quite fast enough. The guy grabbed my arm and twisted it behind me, and I somehow ended up cuffed and pushed face down onto the jewelry counter.

 

I glanced up at the two girls, and they truly seemed terrified. I tried talking some sense into the guy—whose name I learned was Mike—but he wasn't having any of it. He pushed up against me, and I could feel his erection hard against me. He breathed heavily down my neck, laughing as he sneered at the girls. "So, you call the police on me?" The redhead shook her head nervously as the brunette stood quietly in a daze. "And you get this!" he yelled. "A big-titted bitch trying to do a man's job!"

 

He laughed as he pushed me to my knees, my hands still cuffed behind my back. "So you wanna take the bad man in?" he spat at me, stroking his dick in my face. "OK, bitch, take the bad man in!" He laughed as he shoved his thick, hard dick into my mouth, and right there in the crowded mall, in front of the jewelry counter, Mike was gagging me and smothering me with his huge dick. "What the fuck are you waiting for?" he yelled at the two behind the desk, who immediately were standing at attention on either side of me. Both of them hit their knees, and while Mike was busy smacking them across their lips with his cock, I got my first good look at them.

 

From their name tags, I learned that the redhead was named Vanessa and the quiet brunette was named Sherry. Vanessa was a tall, voluptuous, confident type in her black heels, blue dress skirt, and white floral button-up blouse—full, pouty lips and nice cleavage. She didn't seem as upset as Sherry at the whole situation. Sherry was more uptight, conservatively dressed, and very timid and shy. But here we were—all three on our knees in front of some pervert. Mike savored each movement, like he had planned it for months. 

 

He methodically traced our lips with his dick, then made us beg him to suck it. "You slut!" he smirked as Vanessa followed orders. He would hold handfuls of her long, red hair in his hands and pull her fast and hard forward onto his dick. She struggled to breathe, and her makeup ran down her face in streaks. Once satisfied that he had punished her sufficiently, he ordered her to stay and moved on to Sherry, who hadn't looked up the whole time.

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An evil smirk crossed Mike's face as he realized he now had the chance to corrupt a sweet, innocent good girl. Standing in front of Sherry, he forced his dick beneath her chin and made her look up at him. "You know you want it!" he said with enjoyment, now tracing her lips slowly with the tip. "Beg me to let you suck it, bitch!" he ordered. Sherry was much too timid and shy to do as he ordered, which seemed to really tick him off. He walked behind her, pushed her skirt up around her waist, and grabbed my slapstick from my belt. He then proceeded to spank her gently with it at first, but each time she refused his orders, he struck harder—her lily-white skin now red from his abuse.

 

 Finally, when she couldn't take anymore, she shouted out, "Let me suck your dick—please, Mike, I want to suck your hard dick!" She was almost in tears when Mike triumphantly made his way back to the front. "Now that's a good little cock whore!" he bellowed, fucking her face roughly, knowing she probably had never had a dick in her mouth before. She gagged through most of it, her glasses falling to the floor and her tidy hair now falling down around her face.

 

A crowd was now gathering around and enjoying watching Mike go from Sherry to me to Vanessa, giving each of us a long, hard taste of his cock. I couldn't believe this was happening to them, to me—an officer of the law—and I was trying to hint to one of the girls to see if she could reach my gun, but Mike caught me and dragged me to my feet. "Trying to be a trouble maker, officer?" he laughed as he forced me behind him, then back down to my knees. 

 

And while Vanessa and Sherry were forced to suck his dick, he shoved my face into his now bare ass, ordering me to lick. My stomach turned, but I did as ordered, licking his ass while the other girls sucked his dick. He was moaning in pleasure, calling us dirty whores, and the crowd was loving it. They had actually formed a barrier so that no one could come in and stop the show.

 

Mike then ordered us to our feet and stood us behind the counter with our hands on the glass top, our legs spread wide. He went behind each of us, ripping our tops open and exposing our breasts to everyone, grabbing each of them, squeezing till we were whimpering in pain. Next, our skirts were hiked up past our hips, and our undies dropped to the floor around our ankles. With our tits pushed down onto the glass, Mike went behind and began his assault again, shoving his dick in Vanessa and humping her like a horny maniac. 

 

At first, she tried showing no emotion whatsoever, but as his thrusts got deeper and harder, she began moaning a little, then a lot, and I couldn't believe my ears when she was actually heaving and twisting in an intense orgasm! "That's my good little slut!" Mike purred, moving on to me, turning his back to Vanessa so she could tongue and lick his ass while he fucked my pussy. The more she licked, the harder his cock got and the harder he fucked me. "How's that, officer?" he questioned me. "Make you a deal," he continued. "You cum more than once, and I get off for good behavior—deal?" And then, of course, he forced me to agree. 

 

I tried with all that was in me not to give in to the feelings I was experiencing, but pain gave way to pleasure, and I was cumming with shuddering intensity—his cock now dripping with my cum. He made Sherry lick it clean while he forced me to kiss Vanessa and taste his ass on her tongue. Sherry was still gagging when he plowed her pussy from behind, and I and Vanessa were licking his balls and ass while he defiled Sherry, loving the fact that she had indeed been a virgin.

 

We could hear other police officers in the vicinity trying to come to our aid, but they were forced to drop their guns and held back from the area. Now, finally uncuffing me, he put us down on all fours. Mike went from one pussy to the next to the next, each time bringing us to orgasm and the crowd cheering him on, then went from one girl's pussy to another girl's mouth till each of us had tasted the other girl on his dick. Then turning us to face him, he made sure our big, round tits were out for his pleasure. Then he ordered all three of us to satisfy him at once. 

 

So, Vanessa would suck his dick and lick his balls for a while, I would lick his ass for a while, and Sherry assumed the position to take his cock for another ride. Then we would switch—each girl getting one last chance to have her pussy pleased and one last chance to suck his enormous cock. And when he was ready to shoot his massive load, we were on our knees, mouths open, our tits in our hands, and Mike groaned loudly and exploded all over our faces, into our mouths, and down our necks and tits—a massive load that covered the three of us.

 

At this point, a couple of the officers pushed their way through and rushed towards us—dripping with cum, our tits hanging out, and cum still running down our inner thighs. We stood to our feet and stood in front of Mike. "Nothing wrong here!" Vanessa chirped. "There must have been a mistake!" Sherry said shyly. "No charges will be filed!" I said with authority. And we walked away with Mike, back towards the dressing rooms, hoping he could do it again.

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