Dream sequence from chapter two of “Lusting after Michiko”
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Michiko was naked. She stood in her doorway, naked. The hallway was full of people – all the tenants from the building.
She wanted to get away, get inside and close the door. But she couldn’t move. She looked at her arms and legs and saw that they were tied to the doorframe with heavy ropes, like the ones used on old sailing boats. She tried to wriggle free, but it was hopeless.
“Anyone call the police?”
She turned the head at the sound of the voice. A policeman stepped out of the elevator, and the crowd let him through. He stood in front of her in full uniform, pursing his lips.
“Well, well, well,” he said slowly, his black gloved hands reaching for her breasts. “What have we here?”
She tried to struggle away from him, but he grabbed her naked breasts with hisleather gloves, caressing and squeezing them.
“No…” Michiko whispered, but no-one seemed to hear her.
The policeman now reached down to touch her pussy.
She felt his leathery glove stroking her labia. And then, slowly, a gloved finger pushing into her pussy. Michiko realized how wet she already was and felt ashamed. His finger slid in and out, in and out of her pussy, making her moan against her will.
“Ohhh…” she whimpered. “Nooo…”
The policeman’s face was an expressionless mask, as he kept finger-fucking her, increasing the pace, going deeper, faster, making her wriggle helplessly in her ropes. The crowd murmured approvingly.
She heard the sound of the policeman zipping down. She couldn’t see his cock, but moments later she felt it. The swollen head pressed against her labia, pushing into her. She didn’t have the strength to fight it, and eventually she felt his rigid shaft entering her, slipping up into her, burying its entire length in her slick, wet pussy in one powerful stroke.
“Ahhh…” she cried.
The policeman pulled back, slipping almost all the way out of her slippery cunt. Then he thrust forwards and upwards, impaling her on the full length of his tool. Then out – then in – then out – then in.
Gradually, the crowds murmur began to follow the rhythm. Michiko struggled, sobbing helplessly, as the policeman increased his pace. Relentlessly he hammered his rigid cock into her tender pussy over and over, while the crowd chanted:
“Fuck… her… fuck… her…”
The policeman grabbed her ass with his gloved hands, guiding his thrusts into her flesh with even greater precision. Michiko closed her eyes, as she felt her climax approaching. She didn’t want to come. She didn’t want the policeman to make her come, and she didn’t want the crowd to watch. But it was useless – the policeman was a skilled lover, and she couldn’t fight her body’s natural sexual reflexes.
“Fuck… her… fuck… her…”
She writhed in ecstasy, her juices flowing down her thighs. A few more deep thrusts of the policeman’s bone-hard cock, and she lost control. Hanging by the heavy ropes, Michiko felt a powerful orgasm surging through her trembling body.
“Aaah!” she cried. “Aaah!”
But the policeman didn’t stop. His thrusts had settled in a steady rhythm, and he seemed to be able to go on for ever.
“No…” Michiko whispered, “Please…”
“Fuck… her… fuck… her…”
Michiko hardly heard the crowd anymore. She heard the blood boiling in her ears, as she policeman kept fucking her. Unable to fight it, she came again.
“Ohhh…” she cried.
He went on forever. Michiko hang there, limp like a lifeless puppet, the policeman’s cock pumping her like a piston. Juices gushed from her aching pussy. The crowd was still cheering, now clapping in time to the chant:
“Fuck… her… fuck… her…”
The policeman was sweating from the strain. He put his face close to hers and grinned – a vicious grimace of evil lust.
“I’m not finished with you yet,” he sneered. “You hear me talking? I’m not finished with you yet.”