Corrupt Officer Catches A Beautiful Shoplifter And Takes Her To His Office For A Rough Cavity Search

The petite brunette with the heart-shaped ass sashayed into the bustling department store, a mischievous glint in her emerald eyes. Her tight black dress hugged her curves like a second skin, the plunging neckline teasing at the swell of her ample cleavage. She glanced around with feigned innocence as she deftly palmed a tube of designer lipstick into her Chloe bag.

Just as she sauntered towards the exit, Detective Johnson appeared, his chiseled jaw set in a grimace. “Hold it right there Miss,” he said gruffly. “I believe you have something that doesn’t belong to you.” The shoplifter played coy, fluttering her long lashes. “Why Detective, I’m not sure what you mean. This purse happens to be mine…” She trailed off with a smirk.

“I was talking about the lipstick tucked away in there.” He reached for her bag and she gasped, trying to pull away. “I think you need to come down to the station for a…thorough search,” he said with a wolfish grin.

At the stark white walls of the interrogation room, the brunette’s heart raced. The cop had her dead to rights. But as his meaty hands unzipped her dress, exposing the creamy curves of her breasts and the lacy cups of her La Perla bra, she felt a forbidden thrill.

He growled. “You’re a terrible little thief, you know that? Seducing men with your body, defrauding honest hard workers.” She licked her full lips, letting the zipper slip further, until the dress collapsed into a pool at her feet.

“Mmm, but I bet you like that,” she purred, hiking one stocking-clad leg up to perch on the cold metal table, her crime red pussy barely concealed by a scrap of lace. “Finding lovelies like me. Punishing us. I bet you dream about it.” His thick cock throbbed under his uniform, evident as a bulge against the fabric.

He advanced, his large frame enveloping her. “Dirty girl,” he hissed. “Ain’t no crime I wouldn’t sentence you to for that ass.” His palm smacked her plush rear and she moaned. He grabbed the flimsy strip of underwear and yanked, the delicate lace tearing in two.

Two thick fingers plunged into her wet cunt without preamble, pumping ruthlessly. She mewled, climbing onto the table. He flipped her over, exposing the glory of her rump, and roughly spread her cheeks. His cock, engorged and dripping, pressed against her most intimate entrance.

“Detective!” she gasped. “That’s not allowed!” He shoved in to the hilt with one brutal thrust and she howled. His meaty shaft stretched her impossibly, the burn turning to mind-shattering pleasure.

He pistoned into her sodden hole, grunting as he took her, claiming her very Essential oil. The hefty balls smacked her clit with each forceful plunge. She was no stranger to sex, but the sheer brutality of his fucking made her light-headed.

His behemoth hands roamed her lush form, fingering her tight little asshole and pinching her hard nubs as he rutted into her. She shuddered, the obscene sound of flesh on flesh filling the interrogation room.

“I’m going to fill this pussy with my seed,” he snarled. “Brand you from the inside out.” His cock swelled and he erupted, flooding her core with his thick hot semen. Her cunt clenched, milking him for every drop, as she crested her own peak.

“Fuck,” he bit out, still buried to the root. “Such a dirty cunt. I should lock you up for the night and use this body properly.” Thrill went through her. An illicit thrill. But he pulled out, his cock already hardening again, glistening with their juices.

“Back up against the wall,” he commanded. The cop fished a bullet vibrator from his pocket. He turned it on, running the powerful vibrations over her labial lips, making her buck. “I want to see you come for me, little thief. Again and again.”

She bit her lip, obeying on shaky legs. As reality hit home, he dropped to his knees, burying his face in her peach, ass, and thighs, licking up their combined release in long laps, his tongue probing her entrance. She writhed, the orgasm crashing down on her again in a shower of sparks.

The night wasn’t nearly over. This cop would analgesia her extensively, her whole body and mind used for his pleasure. And she would take it, moaning for him until her throat was hoarse and his cum was painting her skin. Because this was her true punishment, feeling her body used and owned by this man of authority, his cock branding her, his seed filling her… He would give her the fucking she deserved.