Shadow Desires – Part 2

My name is Anu Mehta. After the pub night, Satya and I became addicts. Every fantasy got dirtier. Every limit got pushed harder. We fucked like animals for days just remembering how those strangers used me while he watched.

One night, drunk on wine and each other, Satya grabbed my hair while he was deep inside me. “Imagine getting arrested,” he growled. “Short skirt. No panties. Cops searching every hole while I sit helpless behind glass.” I cum so hard I squirted all over him.

The idea burned in my brain for weeks. Three weeks later, I made it real. I wore my shortest denim skirt. So short that bending even a little showed everything. No panties. A tiny white crop top that barely covered my boobs. My nipples poked through the thin fabric.

Black thigh-high stockings with deliberate ladders running up them. Red high heels. Red lipstick-like blood. I looked like a cheap whore begging for trouble.
Satya dropped me near a 24-hour shop in a rough area. He kissed me hard in the car. His fingers slid under my skirt, found me already dripping.

“Get caught, baby,” he whispered. “Let them ruin you while I watch.”

I smiled. “I want you to suffer tonight.”

I walked into the shop. Heart pounding. Took a big bottle of vodka. Stuffed it inside my top so it pushed my boobs up even more. Walked out slowly, making sure the CCTV saw my face. Sirens came fast.

Two patrol cars screeched up. Four officers jumped out. The leader was tall, with cropped hair and built like a bodybuilder. Badge said Patel. He grabbed my wrist hard.

“Shoplifting, madam? And dressed like this?”

I giggled on purpose and let the bottle fall and roll on the ground. “Oops. Silly me.”

His eyes dropped to my skirt. It had ridden up. My bare pussy is on full show. “No panties either. Indecent exposure, too.” They cuffed me right there on the street. Cold metal bit my wrists behind my back. The position made my boobs push out. My skirt stayed high.

Anyone driving past could see everything. Satya sat in our car across the road. Watching. His hand was already in his lap. Eyes dark with that mix of pain and hunger I loved. At the station, the desk sergeant stared at my legs as he’d never seen skin before. They marched me past the counter.

My heels clicked loudly. Every man in the room turned. They put me in a small interview room. Metal table bolted to the floor. Hard plastic chair. Freezing air-con made my nipples like stones. They left me alone for twenty minutes. I sat with my legs slightly open.

My pussy throbbed. I was so wet it started dripping on the chair. The door finally opened. Five officers walked in. The four from the street plus the desk sergeant. All tall. All built. All in uniform. Belts. Boots. Authority dripping from them. Patel locked the door behind him. Clicked it slowly.

“Mrs Anu Mehta. Quite the list tonight. Shoplifting. Public indecency. Anything you want to confess?”

I bit my lip. Shifted so my skirt rode higher. “I’ve been a very naughty girl, Sir. Maybe you need to search me… thoroughly.”

Silence. Then slow smiles. Patel stepped behind me. “Stand up. Hands on the table. Legs wide apart.” I stood. Bent forward. My skirt lifted completely. Bare ass and pussy on show. I heard zippers and belts.

A gloved hand started at my ankle. Slow. Up the stocking. Over the lace top. Fingers grazed bare thigh. Reached my wet lips. Spread them. Patel’s voice is low. “No panties. And look how wet she is already.”

He held up two shining fingers in front of my face. “Explain this, Mrs Mehta.”
I turned my head. Licked his fingers clean. “Uniforms make me horny, Sir.”
That broke the dam. Patel grabbed my cuffed arms. Yanked them higher up my back.

Pushed my chest hard on the cold table. My crop top was dragged up. Boobs spilt out. Nipples scraped metal. Two officers stepped forward. Belts are fully open now. The first cock touched my lips. Thick. Veined. Already leaking. I opened wide. He didn’t wait.

He grabbed my hair and shoved deep into my throat. “Ah… fuck!” I gagged loudly. At the same moment, another officer lifted my hips higher. Rubbed his fat cock head along my dripping slit. Then slammed inside in one brutal thrust.
“OH GOD… YES!” I screamed around the cock in my mouth.

They laughed low. Patel leaned close to my ear. “Your husband is in the next room. Behind the glass. Watching his pretty wife get fucked by police cocks.” I moaned louder. Pushed back on the cock inside me. The one in my pussy started pounding. Hard. Deep. Skin slapping loudly.

“Fuck… she’s tight… so wet…”

Me: “Harder… please sir… fuck me harder…”

He slapped my ass sharply. “Beg like a proper slut.”

Me: “Please sir… fuck your married slut harder… ruin my pussy…”

He growled. Gripped my hips. Slammed so deep I saw stars. “Uhh… yes… like that… oh fuck!” The one in my mouth pulled my hair tighter. Fucked my throat raw. “Gag on it, whore… take every inch…”

I did. Tears ran. Mascara smeared. Spit dripped on the table. They found rhythm. When one thrust deep in my pussy, the other pulled out of my throat so I could scream. Then switched. I cum fast. Hard.

“FUCK… I’M CUMMING… AHHH!”

My pussy clenched. Juice squirted down my thighs. They didn’t stop. Fucked me through it.

Patel: “Look at the glass. Tell your husband what’s happening.”
I looked up. Saw Satya’s shadow. His hand is moving fast inside his pants.
Me (voice breaking): “Baby… they’re fucking me so good… their cocks are so big… ah!”

Satya’s shape jerked harder. The desk sergeant – older, salt-and-pepper beard – lay on the table in front of me. Pulled me on top by my hair. His cock slid into my pussy easily. Still loose from the first one. “Ride it, slut.”

I tried. But my cuffed hands made it hard. He gripped my waist. Bounced me hard. Patel stood behind me. Spat thick on my asshole. Rubbed it in with his thumb.

Me: “Yes… please… take my ass too…”

Patel: “Greedy little wife.”

He pushed in slowly. Thick head stretching my ring. Burned so good.

“OH FUCK… IT’S BIG… AHHH!”

Inch by inch, he filled my ass. Till his hips met my skin. Sergeant in my pussy. Patel in my ass. Both started moving. Perfect opposite rhythm.
“UNNGHH… SO FULL… FUCK… I CAN’T…”

I screamed. Came again. Harder. Squirting all over the sergeant’s uniform pants. The third officer stepped up. He fed his cock into my open, screaming mouth. Now all three holes are stuffed.

Patel: “Look at her take police cock in every hole. Your wife is a perfect whore.”

I looked at the glass again. Moaned around the cock.

Me: “Mmmp… yes… I’m your whore… fuck me… use me…”

They pounded harder.

Sergeant: “Feel that, slut? Two cocks inside you at once?”

Me: “Yes… oh god yes… don’t stop…”

My body shook between them. Boobs bouncing wild. Nipples scraped the sergeant’s shirt. I cum a third time. Screaming around the cock. Whole body spasming. Pussy and ass clenching. The one in my mouth groaned. Pulled out. Shot thick ropes across my face. Hot. Sticky.

“Open… swallow what lands in your mouth.”

I did. Tongue out. Catching cum. Another officer took his place. Shoved deep into my throat again. They rotated for ages. One finished deep in my pussy. Hot pulses fill me.

“Take police seed, married bitch.”

Another pulled out of my ass. Shot inside my open mouth. Patel stayed in my ass the longest. Pounded brutal.

Patel: “Tell your husband whose ass this is now.”

Me (sobbing from pleasure): “It’s yours, Sir… my ass belongs to the police now… ah fuck!”

He growled. Slammed deep. Filled my ass with cum. They uncuffed me finally. My wrists are red. I collapsed forward on the table. But they weren’t done.
Two officers grabbed my legs. Pulled them wide. Held me open.
The youngest one – big cock, thick as my wrist – rubbed it on my swollen pussy.

Me: “Please… more… I need more…”

He laughed. Slammed in.

“FUCK… YES… SO THICK… AHHH!”

He fucked like an animal. Table rocked. My boobs bounced painfully.

Me: “Harder… destroy my pussy… make me useless for my husband…”

He slapped my tits.

“Say it louder.”

Me (screaming): “DESTROY MY PUSSY… MAKE IT LOSE FOR MY CUCK HUSBAND… HE ONLY WATCHES!”

Behind the glass, I heard a muffled groan. Satya came in his pants. The officer grinned. Fucked faster. I cum again. Squirting hard. Soaking his uniform. Someone brought the thick silver baton from Patel’s belt. Rubbed it through my dripping folds.

Me: “Yes… fuck me with it… please…”

He pushed slowly. Thick metal stretching me wide.

“OH MY GOD… IT’S HUGE… AHHH… DEEPER…”

He fucked me with the baton while another fed me cock. I lost count of orgasms. One rolled into the next. Body shaking. Voice raw from screaming.
They wrote on my boobs with a permanent marker.

“POLICE SLUT”
“FREE USE”
“CUCK’S WIFE”

One took phone photos. Flash bright. “For training purposes,” he joked.
Another made me hold my pussy open while he zoomed in on the cum leaking out.

Finally, they finished. Cum everywhere. Face painted white. Boobs glazed. Pussy and ass gaping. Thighs sticky rivers. Stockings torn to shreds. I could barely move. Lay on the table panting. Body twitching.

Patel wiped my chin with his thumb. Fed me the cum. “Good girl. Charges dropped. But community service starts next Friday night. Wear even less.”
I smiled weakly. Voice hoarse. “Yes sir… I’ll be here…”

They wrapped me in a rough grey blanket that smelled of bleach. Opened the door. Satya was waiting outside. Face flushed. Pants are wet at the front. Eyes wild. He took me in his arms. Carried me to the car. In the dark car park, he couldn’t wait. Pushed me into the back seat. Threw the blanket off.

Saw the writing on my boobs. The cum is still fresh. He groaned loudly. Shoved into my loose, cum-filled pussy in one thrust.

Satya: “Fuck… you’re so sloppy… full of them.”

Me: “Yes, baby… five police loads inside me… fuck your used wife.”

He pounded desperately. Hands shaking.

Me: “They were bigger… meaner… they made me scream things I never said to you.”

He cried out. Came hard. Added his load deep. Then he pulled out. Licked me clean. Tongue scooping stranger cum and his own. I held his head. Came again on his face.

At home, he carried me inside. Laid me on the kitchen table. Spent hours licking every drop out of me. Fingering both holes till I sobbed from overstimulation. Then fucked me again. Slow. Possessive. In every hole.

Satya: “You’re mine again now.”

Me: “Always yours… but next Friday I go back for more.”

He smiled darkly. Cock hard again. “Wear the shortest thing you own.”
I already know what it will be. Nothing at all.

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