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Chapter 15 Part 1 Night of the Lawless
"Sis Officer, if you want us gone sooner, here's an idea why don't you let us have some fun with you too?"
In front of a police car flashing its lights, a tall policewoman was being pushed back step by step by a group of men. Panicking, she backed up until her round, perky butt hit the hood and let out an involuntary "Ah!" which drew mocking laughter.
"Please leave in an orderly manner. Thanks for cooperating. It's already late…" The policewoman steadied herself and tried in vain to get them to disperse.
"Sis Officer, your buttons are done wrong and what's that at the corner of your mouth? Think we can't see it?" one man sneered, prompting a wave of snickers.
She touched her lip; there was a smear of a man's fluid. Their eyes were disturbingly sharp. Then she glanced down at her uniform: a tight, semi‑sheer blouse and a black nylon pencil skirt. Two buttons were in the wrong holes, leaving her chest gaping, her full breasts almost fully exposed.
Their triumphant laughter turned her cheeks pink. She glanced over at the male officer who'd come with her; he was below the stage, shooing people away. On the stage, the woman hanging from the frame who knew how long she'd been up there, or how many men had had her was still wildly aroused. Tired, yes, but her thighs still clamped a man's waist as her body rolled in waves, her sex drawing out his essence.
"What a demon," the policewoman sighed.
She and the male officer had been on patrol and had stopped to fool around. Halfway through a blowjob, a call came in to clear a public nuisance: loud, late‑night group sex.
At first she thought Dispatch was overreacting just an orgy. But when they arrived, the scale stunned her.
She went around ordering couples and groups all over the park to leave. Meanwhile, the atmosphere's heat rekindled the embers in her, making her own temperature climb again.
Still, as a policewoman she had to maintain her composure. Yet her gait, her figure, and the pheromone‑heavy air drew a pack of red‑eyed men.
Playing with a policewoman in public few things stirred the beast more.
She tried to calm herself and think of a way out, but she felt her lower body slipping out of her control.
She was a cop, but also a woman. Officers soothing citizens with their bodies was commonplace here; grabbing a weapon in this sea of flesh made no sense.
"Relax, we won't lie to the law. We'll leave right after we're done. Come on, Sis Officer…" The men were close enough that she could feel their breath.
Seeing no escape, she turned her head away the clearest signal of consent in this world.
"Come here haha, Sis Officer, your boobs are soft." Greedy hands climbed onto her chest. She cried "Ah!" and tried to struggle, but two more men seized her arms and pinned her against the hood.
"Last time we had a cop in the detention center damn, she was filthy. Been wanting a repeat."
"Cops are sluts gotta use their pussies to keep order."
"This uniform's a crime the way it squeezes these big tits. Here, let me help you breathe!"
Rip! Her blouse tore open; two creamy mounds sprang free, trembling.
"Beautiful tits!"
"Nice but not as slutty as the one on stage, haha."
At the mention of the stage, their animality surged. Ignoring her pleas, seven or eight hands kneaded her chest.
She tossed her head from side to side; her cap fell, hair spilled, sweat beaded her brow. Eyes squeezed shut, face flushed, she panted.
Suddenly, "Ah!" She cried out again as two men pried her legs apart one shoved his head up under her skirt to lick her soaking slit through nylon and panties, while another slipped off her flats and began sucking her neatly trimmed toes.
At last she lost control and surrendered…
The male officer, hearing the commotion, looked over and saw the police car rocking and the knot of bodies on the hood. Someone yanked the policewoman's hair up so she could blow him, while another man ripped her stockings and shoved into her from behind.
"Slut, enjoy it," he smirked, then hopped up to the stage.
Another patrol car arrived. The curtain finally began to fall on the orgy. The male officer became the last man to take Lin Jiabi that night. He used a key to undo her cuffs; she collapsed on the stage. But sensing a man behind her, she immediately dropped to her knees and braced herself on the boards. He grabbed her hair and, like a bitch on a leash, took her roughly from behind.
When he squeezed out the last drop, he flung her aside like trash and strode off.
She lay in a puddle of her own nectar, half her body glazed in semen, legs still splayed and refusing to close, trembling as if the aftershocks would never end, her white flesh tinted a decadent red by the post‑orgasmic glow.
I had thought her sex would be swollen and sore to the touch. But when I helped her down, I noticed: aside from her labia being turned out, everything else was normal still tender, still elastic, still slick, ready to welcome the next intruder.
"It breaks my heart… You, veteran mentor of the slut world satisfied tonight? Is that hole filled?" Yun slipped in to support her, kissed her lips, and brushed her hair, only to find it clumped into sticky strands. He took out a towel he'd prepared and gently wiped her face.
"I must've been crazy tonight! Jie, where should we play next?" Gifted beyond belief already thinking ahead.
"You slut half the city rode you and even the cops came, and now you're itching again?" Her clothes were long gone; he draped a big towel over her. She wore it loosely, breasts and sex half‑covered, half‑exposed.
"How about your hospital? Let me in tonight, I'll change into a nurse outfit, relieve patients' desire, satisfy the residents, even be a demo prop in lectures so many ideas."
"You really are something. Your head is filth from end to end. Just shower and rest for work."
"Haha, rest? After so many men, I want you to do me as compensation…"
"Fine. If you're not afraid, neither am I. We'll go till dawn. I was pent up too."
I followed behind them in silence, thoughts tangled, steps slowing.
Finally, I stopped. "Miss…"
"What is it?" They turned.
"I won't go with you. Not on the way. I'll take the night bus."
They exchanged a glance. It was past two in the morning who chooses the bus now? And "on the way" was nonsense; I didn't even know where they were headed.
"Yayi, come with us. Jie will drop you at the hotel. Whether you work tomorrow or not, who cares Old Chen won't touch you," she said.
"Thanks, Miss. The night bus is easy here. Please, go ahead."
"Yayi, just call me Jie," he smiled. "Would be nice to talk properly sometime. Ah, I get it. Maybe you want to play with some girls on the night bus. You're the one who lit the fuse after watching all night, you must be pent up."
"Mm, probably! Haha, won't force you." She hugged me. "Thanks for tonight. I'm leading another group tomorrow I'll call. I'd planned to let you have a turn in a bit."
"Plenty of chances, Miss," I forced a smile.
"True. We're off take care of yourself. …Jie, let's do it once in front of the car first."
"Haha, you!"
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