Taking the Consequences

*All characters are 18+. This is a work of fiction for erotic entertainment only. Real-life sex should always be with enthusiastic consent.*

Copyright 2024 Apophenia

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"Fuck, yes!"

I laughed as the guy on top of me rolled over and collapsed on his back. His name escaped my mind. Tom? Tim? Maybe Dan. Eh, whatever. The sex was good. That's what was important here.

He fumbled with the condom, slipping it off and tossing it on the floor. Ugh. I'd have to clean that up. Oh, well. That was a later-me problem.

And not the biggest mess in the house. Below us, rhythmic bass thumped through the floor. The music vibrated in my chest. I giggled and hummed along a bit.

The bed bounced, and my head spun. Tim or whatever climbed off and went searching for his pants.

"Hey," I mumbled. "Bring me a beer." Sex made me thirsty but also too tired to move. Plus I was dizzy enough to fall on my ass. Maybe I had enough alcohol for tonight.

Nah.

The guy I fucked slipped on his shirt, then froze. I scrunched my eyes at him. He looked kinda funny with his arms halfway up in the air.

But then he said, "Oh, shit. Cops!" And sprinted out of my room.

Cops? Lights flashed at the bottom edge of the window. I groaned. Fuck. I told my roommates the music was too loud. Not everyone here was twenty-one. I wasn't, almost but not quite. They laughed and said I needed another drink. I didn't think the cops would go away if we offered them a drink.

Although, I could've planned better. Naked and drunk, I probably didn't have time to get dressed and run out the back. Besides, I lived here. Which meant I had a good reason for being here. Yeah, that could work. It was dark and late, and I was just sleeping. What party?

Burying myself beneath my blankets, I turned away from the door and closed my eyes. Maybe they wouldn't even see me.

Footsteps stomped up the stairs. A few heavy knocks thumped on my door. Bright light bounced in through my eyelids. I groaned as my head throbbed, then remembered I was supposed to be asleep.

"Hello? Anyone here? You -- on the bed, get up!"

Damnit. Reluctantly rolling over, I made a show of rubbing my eyes. "Huh? Who're you?"

We stared at each other.

The cop didn't look much older than me. Kinda cute, actually. Maybe this was his first time breaking up a college party. Maybe a little flirting and a lot of apologizing would make him feel sorry for me.

Scooting up and clutching my sheets, I 'accidentally' let them slip, revealing my bare shoulders and the tops of my breasts. "Oh! Officer! Um, what-- what's going on?"

His eyes immediately fell to my boobs. "There was a complaint of a noise disturbance. How old are you, miss? Do you have an ID?"

I bit my lip and glanced at my purse on the desk next to the door. "I, um, I'm not sure what you mean. I've been asleep, I didn't hear anything?"

Unfortunately, he followed my eyes. Fuck. Without asking, he rummaged through my bag. I wasn't sure he was allowed to do that, but protesting wouldn't help my cause.

He pulled out my driver's license. "Christine, is it? Looks like you. Twenty years old. Hm. You seem a little flushed. I'm going to need you to take a sobriety test." Moving closer, he held my ID in one hand and a device in the other.

Yeah, I wasn't going to pass that test. Fuck it. I dropped the sheet and lowered my head, looking sadly at the bed like I'd forgotten that I wasn't wearing anything. Be distracted by my tits, cop. Forget about the party.

"I'm so sorry, officer. It won't happen again, I promise. I swear I only had a little. I didn't even like it! Maybe you could make an exception? It's probably best if I sleep it off, right? I really do live here..."

Peeking up through my lashes, I held back a smile as he stared intently at my boobs. His arm fell. After another few seconds, he slipped the device into his pocket, then dropped my ID into my purse.

Yes! Relieved, I pulled up the sheets. No jail for this girl, hah!

His hand shot out and yanked the sheets back down. "Leave it."

I blinked and froze. Stepping right next to me, he unbuckled his belt. My eyes popped. Oh, fuck no. Flashing him was an entirely different story than whatever he had in mind.

I shuffled away. "Oh, I, uh-- Look, I'm sorry. I have a boyfriend." I didn't, but that wasn't important. "I didn't mean to... I'm sorry, sir. I really should, um, go back to sleep. Just me. Sleeping. Alone."

He paused, frowned at me, and his face flushed. "Right. I think you need to come with us, miss. Get dressed, please."

"Umm, are you sure? I'll be twenty-one in a few months! It's kind of a dumb law anyway, right?" I laughed a little.

He scowled. That probably wasn't the smartest thing to say to a cop.

Spinning his finger in the air, he said, "Come on, turn around. I'll take you down wrapped in a bedsheet if I have to." In his other hand was a pair of cuffs.

"Oh, wow. You don't need those. I'll go with you!" I gathered the sheets and wrapped them like he said. My clothes were all over the floor. He didn't look like he'd patiently wait for me to put them on, and I didn't want to give him a view of my bare ass anyway.

"Standard procedure, miss. Please cooperate." He smirked as he grabbed my wrist.

I squeaked and curled my legs up. My panic seemed to amuse him. He slapped the cuff on and moved for my other wrist, reaching across my chest.

"Don't make this difficult, miss. Resisting arrest? Tsk. Naughty."

"No, I'm sorry! Wait, please!" I wasn't trying to resist, but I was completely naked under these sheets, and he wasn't giving me any time to cover myself properly. We wrestled as I tried to keep a hold on the sheets and he insisted on cuffing me. He was stronger. Kneeling on the bed, he yanked my arms together. The sheets slid out of my grasp, exposing my boobs again. I blushed as the cuffs closed on my other wrist.

At this point, the cop was on the bed, straddling my legs and smirking in self-satisfaction. "That's better. Nice tits, Christine. Maybe this will teach you not to tease a cop."

He was definitely leering now as he cupped one of my breasts. I squirmed and grimaced. Getting groped on top of being arrested -- this was turning into a shitty night.

Grinning, he let go of my boob and sat back, moving his hands to my waist instead. "You like putting on a show, huh? Go on, then. Give me a show. Why don't we see what that gets you?"

Wary, I frowned. Maybe he just liked a girl in cuffs. Fucking cops. Well, if there was still a way out of this where I didn't end up in jail...

My shoulders pulled back and my chest thrust forward. I even managed a little smile, not that he noticed since his eyes were glued to my chest. As I shook my shoulders and bounced my boobs, his hands rubbed up and down my sides. He pulled the sheets lower and lower, but I ignored it.

"Officer," I murmured. "I'm really sorry. It would be super nice of you to let me go just this once. I've never done anything like this before. Please?"

His eyes flicked up with a small frown. Shit. I should've waited a little longer, but it was true -- I'd never tried to flirt my way out of jail before. My smile widened and I squeezed my breasts together with my upper arms. The distraction was enough to make his frown disappear.

A sneer decorated his lips instead. "Maybe if you make it worth my time." He pulled the sheets down -- past my hips, exposing my bare pussy. That sight definitely made him happier. "Or maybe I should take you in for prostitution."

"What! I'm not--! No, don't touch... I..." I tried to cover myself with my cuffed hands, but he glared at me, effectively freezing me in place. I didn't move as he slid a palm down my belly, touching the top of my mound, his thumb rubbing between my folds.

"No? You're not a slut? What kind of nice girl sleeps naked -- and gets wet while she's showing off her tits?" His fingers curled on my pussy, pressing into my slick entrance.

"I... My boyfriend... um." I was about to continue with my boyfriend excuse, but then I remembered the party. I was supposed to have slept through all that noise downstairs. My eyebrows pulled down as I tried to sort through my reasoning.

The cop murmured, "Go on. Were you thinking about him? Wondering if my cock is bigger?" He laughed at my grimace. Thrusting a finger into my overly welcoming pussy, he smirked. "Feels like you need a good fucking, you're so damn wet. I can help you with that. What do you say?"

His other hand played with the cuffs on my wrist.

I squirmed on his finger, hating how my pussy clenched. "No, I--" But what was the other option? Jail. A record. I could lose my scholarship. Fuck.

He pushed in a second finger, sliding in and out as he mocked me. "No? Are you sure? You're taking a ride with me one way or another, miss. What's it going to be?"

With lust and alcohol claiming the majority of my brain, I only mumbled quietly, "Please..."

He leaned in. "Please fuck your little cunt? Is that what you're trying to say? Spit it out, slut. Ask me to fuck your needy pussy," he said as he rubbed my clit and curled his fingers inside me.

My hips twitched. He was an asshole cop taking advantage of me, but I couldn't stop feeling the tingling between my legs, the gathering heat in my core. Tom or whatever felt like a warm-up compared to the rough fingering I was getting now.

"Please... please fuck..." I whispered, gasping as he thumbed my clit harder. "Please fuck my pussy! Oh!" Shame was hot on my face as my head fell back. Shame and pleasure.

His fingers thrust faster as his breath fell on my boobs. "Are you sure, baby? You really want my cock plowing your tight little hole?"

No. No, I really didn't.

"Yes!" I cried out. "Please fill me up! I need your cock, sir! Please! Ah! No, don't stop-- mmm..."

Just as the edge of an orgasm approached, he pulled his fingers out. I panted at the ceiling, tensing as his legs shifted and clothes rustled. The sound of a zipper made me flinch. My mind spun, dizzy with lust, denial, and the fuzz of alcohol. I should scream. Shouldn't I?

The cop didn't give me any more opportunities to back out. He grabbed my hips and slammed his cock deep inside me, burying himself in one swift thrust. My mouth opened. He clapped a hand over my face. A muffled scream poured into his palm. My pussy clenched spasmodically, pleasure and burning pain mixing as my body struggled to accommodate the sudden invasion. His pelvis bucked as he thrust himself in deeper, and my body decided he felt fucking amazing. I screamed again -- this time in overwhelming pleasure.

"Fuck!" he hissed. "Tight little slut. Cumming already, huh? Can't get enough cock, can you? I bet you fucked half the guys at this party already, and were hoping for more. I'll give you more. Fuck, yeah."

Moaning deliriously into his palm, I pressed my hands to his stomach as he began humping my body, pulling out and ramming back in, hammering wave after wave of intense pleasure through my already overloaded senses. Twinges of humiliation flickered with every thrust. A cop was fucking me. A man I'd never met was using my body and calling me a slut -- and I was acting like one. I told myself I didn't have a choice. The cuffs dug into my wrists as the cop leaned against me. I might as well enjoy his cock if it felt good, right?

After a particularly deep and hard thrust, he frowned down between us, probably annoyed at my fingers digging into his chest. Maybe he'd take off the cuffs. He didn't need them. I wasn't fighting him. Despite his thick cock stretching my pussy, I felt a small spark of hope.

He leaned back and lifted my arms by the cuffs. Instead of removing them, he pulled me sideways and hooked my constrained wrists over a post on the headboard. My back and breasts were forced to arch up. He smirked at my chest, grabbed a handful of boob, and went back to fucking me.

I whimpered and grabbed onto the post. This was not better. The back of my head banged against wood as the cop pounded my pussy harder and harder. He bent to lick my tits while his hips kept pumping. I'd never been fucked like this before -- by a guy who clearly didn't care about me. It was insane how wet I was, though. I didn't want him. I didn't know him. He was making me do this so I wouldn't end up in jail. But my pussy had never felt hotter.

Squirming for a slightly more comfortable position earned me a slap across my tits. I yelped, and he chuckled.

"If you're gonna move, baby, move your hips. Fuck me. Convince me you really want me, Christine." He lifted my ass into his thrusts as he spoke, urging me into the same motion.

I swallowed, planted my feet, and rolled my hips. It was what he wanted. Pissing him off now would make all of this pointless. My face burned red hot as I did what I was told and acted like the slut he thought I was, moving with him, sliding my pussy on his cock.

Sweat slicked my palms. I hadn't counted on his cock feeling even better as I participated, humping myself up and down the length of his shaft, fucking him willingly in almost every way. Thrust. Cop. Thrust. Avoiding jail. Thrust. Not my fault.

Fuck.

He groaned. "There you go. Damn, you're a hot little cunt. Keep it up. That's a good bitch. Ungh..."

I gritted my teeth. Nice of him to remind me I wasn't doing this for fun, I guess.

He kept nudging my ass, encouraging me to fuck myself on him faster and faster, making me do all the work. It wasn't good enough for him that he got to bang a random hot college girl -- no, he wanted to make me act like I wanted it. My pussy wanted it. I felt so hot again. It was humiliating how much of my efforts were because I was chasing another orgasm.

As I ground my pussy desperately against his pelvis, he leaned into my ear. His uniform scraped my nipples as he groaned, "I want to hear you beg, slut. Say 'no'. Beg me not to cum in your dirty little cunt."

What?!

My hips went still. Cold fear washed down my back. He wasn't using a condom. Dizziness spun my thoughts. He'd thrust into me so fast, and I came so hard, I'd forgotten to even think about a condom. He was fucking me raw. Oh, God.

He laughed softly, wrapped me tightly in his arms, and pumped his hips, slamming his bare cock into the back of my tunnel over and over again. I squirmed and squealed beneath him. Why would he cum in me?! Fuck, this wasn't happening. I couldn't take a raw load, especially not right now! No!

I gasped, "Please don't cum in my pussy! Please! I'm not on birth control! You'll get me pregnant! No! No, no, no! Don't cum in-- mmngh!"

He groaned right into my ear, slapped a hand over my mouth, and shoved his cock shoved all the way inside me. His shaft felt so hard, so big. The entire length of him twitched.

"Mmnngh!"

"Unhh..." he groaned. "Yeah, I'm cumming, baby. Fuck, yes! Milk my cock with your tight little pussy! Ungh!"

"Hnnngh! Nngh! Mmm... mmhh... mm-- ohh... fuck..." Wet heat poured into my womb. Jet after jet of hot, virile seed bathed my unprotected pussy. The heat spread and my inner muscles clenched. Pleasure instantly drowned my mind. No one had ever cum inside me before. Apparently, I loved the feeling.

He came in me for what felt like forever. Sticky cream oozed from my overflowing pussy, squishing obscenely as he thrust and thrust. Some tiny corner of my mind was absolutely terrified, but the rest of me basked in the amazing new sensation of a pussy full of cum. So wet and warm. Sticky, thick liquid oozed between us. My entire body hummed.

"Fuck," he panted. "That's a nice cunt."

Collapsing on top of me, he recovered his breath as semen slowly trailed down my ass. Fear climbed through the thick haze of lust. He came inside me. I whimpered. He groaned, leaned back, and pulled out of me. A rush of wet heat dribbled into the sheets.

My legs closed instinctively as soon as he left the bed. Globs of fluid continued trickling out of me. My pussy was full of a cop's cum. Was it worth it? The sensual heat in my core purred, yes. More. Again!

No. Absolutely not. As the cop straightened his uniform, I shuffled up the bed and worked my hands over the bedpost. He walked away, appearing to have forgotten about me.

"Wait! The cuffs! You forgot the cuffs!" I held out my wrists.

Smirking over his shoulder, he said, "No, I didn't." Then he yelled out into the hall, "Hey, guys! In here!"

I froze. In seconds, two more cops stepped into the room.

To his friends, he said, "The lady wants special treatment. Think we can make an exception?"

My naked body was like an invitation. Neither of them needed more than a glance at my breasts before they both unbuckled their belts.

One hopped onto the bed, hitching my legs over his thighs as he quickly lined up his cock. "For a tight little cunt? Maybe. Let's see how tight."

By the time I recovered, he was already pushing himself inside me. I pressed my palms against his chest, twisted my body, and kicked the air -- as useless as always.

"No, wait, please-- I have a boyfriend! Please! Ah!"

He thrust smoothly into my slick tunnel. We both groaned. My inner walls stretched for him, for yet another cop using my hungry cunt. As he bottomed out inside me, he patted my cheek. I flinched away.

Sneering, he said, "Lucky boy. Listen, babe, you can play nice with us and go home to your boyfriend." He pulled out and thrust hard, grunting as he squeezed my ass. "Or he can visit you in jail. Up to you, sweetie. Either way..." His cock slid out, then he took a slow, forceful stroke. "We're gonna fuck your little pussy. Ok?"

My arms trembled. "Nngh... no, please.... I'm sorry. Ahh..." Shameful warmth colored my cheeks. I was already moaning. My body was on a lustful high and didn't care about who or why, just more, more, more.

"At least... use a condom. Please," I gasped as he pulled me into his powerful thrusts.

Laughing, the first cop said, "Little late for that, isn't it? Don't listen to her. Cum in her cunt. She loves it."

They ignored my whimpering moans and soft pleading. The cop fucking me laughed when I tensed and shuddered around his cock, my body betraying me again. Anticipation buzzed in my pleasure-soaked senses. I hated how much I wanted him to cum in me. The flood of heat might set me off again. The threat of getting knocked up almost definitely would.

"No, please, no," I moaned as he sped up and chased after his release.

"Shh, shh, shh, it's ok," he cooed with a laugh. "Hey, Mark, shut her up."

They shifted me sideways on the bed until my head bent backwards over the edge. I got a glimpse of the third cop's rigid cock as he pressed himself against my lips.

"Open wide," the last man mocked. A forceful thrust in my pussy made me gasp, and the shaft at my face shoved into my mouth.

A little back and forth sliding on my tongue wetted his dick, and, before long, saliva was dripping down the sides of my face. Meanwhile, between my legs, the other cop grunted and hammered the back of my tunnel. All I could think about was how he was going to cum soon, and I wouldn't even be able to beg him not to. I couldn't tell them to stop, and they had no intention of doing so. They weren't even letting my mouth deny the pleasure racing through my body.

It was like I was admitting to enjoying everything they did to me, just because I couldn't say otherwise.

"Fuck, she's so tight!" groaned the cop humping my pussy. "I'm gonna fill you up, girl! Oh, fuck, yeah!"

And all I did was moan. His cock jumped, a splash of heat landing in the back of my tunnel. Again and again, he pumped deep, deep inside me, releasing every drop of his cum into my aching cunt. I licked the shaft in my mouth like I could coax more warm semen into my pussy. My legs widened and there wasn't a sound of protest from my lungs. After all, I couldn't say no.