Posted 20030731 to alt.sex.stories.moderated. 
Kimberly and the Cop (MF,rape) Formerly: Kimberly's Lunch Hour
by Philip Harris

"Miss, I'm afraid I have to arrest you for obscene 
display."

Kimberly awoke with such a start that she almost exposed 
herself as she got up, remembering just in time to clasp 
her hand across her chest in order to hold her unhooked bra 
to her.

"But officer, I'm not naked, I'm still wearing my 
underwear," Kimberly argued.  It was such a beautiful day 
that the temptation to sun bathe had been too great.  

Kimberly often went for walks during her lunch hour, and 
she especially liked this park, far enough away from her 
workplace that no other coworkers would be found here.  

"I'm not the only sunbather here Officer," Kimberly 
pleaded.  She was trying to reach behind herself and re-
hook her bra with only one hand, but that was proving 
impossible.  "I'm just in my underwear, the same as a lot 
of other girls are."

"None-the-less Miss," the policeman said, "you're inciting 
arousal in public, and that's an illegal pornographic act.  
You'll have to come with me."

"Inciting arousal?  But I'm not naked!"

"You are in a licentious state of undress.  Your top is 
almost removed entirely, and your underwear is pulled down 
off your hips."

"I'm just trying to get a good tan, to get rid of tan 
lines," Kimberly said, but the policeman looked at her 
impassively.  He was obviously some hard-assed religious 
type, uptight about the human body.

"Well give me back my clothes so that I can get dressed," 
Kimberly said.

"These clothes are evidence Miss.  I'll give you a blanket 
to wear when we get to the police van."

And so Kimberly had to parade across the public park in her 
underwear, holding her bra cups to her chest while a 
policeman carried her clothes behind her.  The police van 
was parked on a street near the far corner of the public 
park.  The policeman unlocked the door in the back of the 
van and Kimberly climbed up and took a seat on one of the 
hard metal benches.  

The policeman climbed into to the van with her, locking the 
door behind them.  He unlocked a metal locker beneath one 
of the benches, took out a course green blanket, and locked 
Kimberly's clothes within the locker, along with his gun.  
Then he spread the green blanket on the metal floor of the 
van.

"There's a blanket for your comfort," he said.

"Why did you put it on the floor?" Kimberly asked, suddenly 
frightened with realization.

"Don't be stupid," the policeman said, "I'm giving you an 
opportunity to avoid the embarrassment of arrest."

"But Officer I'm married, I can't do that."

"Which would you prefer: to settle this all here, right 
now, or to have your husband, children, relatives, 
neighbors and coworkers all hearing about you being 
arrested for public pornographic acts?"

"This is completely illegal," Kimberly said.  "This is 
completely illegal.  Give me back my clothes; I'm getting 
out of here."  Truly panicked, Kimberly's voice had raised 
to a scream.

"Go ahead and shout," the policeman said.  "Nobody pays 
attention to noises coming from a police van."  He began 
unbuckling all of his police gear.

"I'm not going to do this.  I'm not going to do this," 
Kimberly said.

The policeman removed his baton from his police belt.  It 
was long, narrow, smooth, and jet-black, with a handle on 
the side.  He suddenly thrust the baton between Kimberly's 
legs, striking the metal seat with a loud clang.  He then 
slid the end of the baton until it pressed hard against her 
pussy through Kimberly's underwear.

"Ah, ah, ah," Kimberly screamed incoherently in a high 
voice.  She'd never been so scared in her life.

"You choose how you'd rather be violated," the policeman 
said.  "It can be with this hard police baton if you'd 
prefer it that way.  With the baton first, I mean."

He was pressing the baton very hard against Kimberly's 
pussy; she had no doubt of his ability to forcefully 
penetrate her right through her panties.  She'd snapped her 
legs together tightly, but his baton was already pressing 
into her.

"Show me your titties while you're thinking it over," he 
said, keeping his baton pressed hard where Kimberly could 
not refuse it.  

She took her arm down from across her chest.  "Show me!" he 
insisted, and Kimberly, in tears now, removed her bra.

"Play with your nipples while your thinking things over," 
he told her, "and spread your legs."

Kimberly spread her legs apart, and he pressed the baton 
against her much more gently.  She brought her fingertips 
to her C-cup breasts and pinched her nipples.

"Not like that," he told her, "stroke them.  Pinch from 
just behind your areolas and stroke outward, like you're 
milking yourself."

A man shouldn't presume to tell a woman how to play with 
her nipples, Kimberly thought, but she did as he 
instructed.

"I'm a married woman," Kimberly pleaded.  "I've never been 
unfaithful."

"But you've wanted to be," he said.  "You were having very 
sexy thoughts while you were sunbathing there in the park, 
weren't you?"

Kimberly, sitting on the metal seat, forced to stroke the 
nipples of her exposed breasts while a long, smooth, 
always-hard shaft pressed her panties into her pussy, said 
nothing.

"Don't you sunbathe because you like feeling horny?  You 
lie there and fantasize about being raped, about a strange 
man pulling off your panties, yanking off your bra and 
sliding his cum-loaded cock into your pussy."

He took the baton threat away from her now, placing the 
weapon beside himself on the seat across from Kimberly.  
Then he reached between her legs and pulled aside her 
panties, looking at the open juiciness of her pussy.  He 
inserted an index finger into her pussy and began finger-
fucking her, while Kimberly sat spread-legged and continued 
to stroke her nipples.

"Isn't that what you think about while you're laying 
outdoors in the sun?" he asked.  "You think about fucking, 
don't you?"

Kimberly didn't answer him.  He finger-fucked her faster; 
Kimberly could hear the gush-gush of her wetness.

"That's all you ever think about, isn't it?" he demanded, 
"all you ever think about is fucking!"  His finger was 
giving Kimberly a very thorough workout.  She felt very 
aroused, but still far from orgasming.

"Are you ready for the blanket now?" he asked, finger-
fucking her harder to coax her answer.

Kimberly nodded her head yes.

He removed Kimberly's panties when she stood up 
momentarily.  By the time she was lying on the blanket she 
was completely naked for sex.  It was true, Kimberly 
confessed to herself, that she enjoyed being naked.  That's 
why she sunbathed in her underwear in the park; it made her 
aroused to think about her public near-nudity.  She wished 
that she could sunbathe naked all the way.

He only took down his pants.  

He flopped his cock, half ready, in Kimberly's face.  She 
caressed it with her right hand, stroking it just inches 
from her face while he pinched and pulled inexpertly at her 
nipples.  This was the closest Kimberly had been to a man's 
cock since she got married--a man other than her husband, 
she corrected herself.

She felt a surge of lust despite the terrible 
circumstances.  She'd thought about cheating many, many, 
many times.  God she needed good fucking!  But she had 
promised to remain faithful.  

Well she had no choice now, did she?  She looked at the 
cop's pink, circumcised, smooth and thick cock, at his 
balls, fully loaded and ready to fire.  She was being 
forced to accept this cock.  Soon it was going to fuck her, 
cum in her; those balls would empty semen into her, making 
her a taken woman; but she was blameless because she was 
being forced to do all of this.

Kimberly began sucking on the cop's cock.  He hadn't really 
forced her to do that, but she was dying to know about its 
taste.  It tasted . . . different . . . and the same.  
Different from her husband's cock, but also the same--a 
cock taste.  Still it was a new cock taste, new to her, and 
its fragrance and taste and hotness made Kimberly very 
horny.  

There's nothing I can do about this, Kimberly thought, so I 
might as well accept it and . . . .  She couldn't bring her 
self to confess enjoyment, but she knew that being fucked 
by this cop was going to give her something she'd needed 
for a long, long time.

His cock now fully hard, Kimberly stopped sucking it, and 
spread her legs in submission.  His body weight felt good 
when it pressed upon her.  And oh yes his cock felt 
wonderful when it entered her.  That wonderful, long-denied 
felling of new penetration!

There were no great fireworks when Kimberly came, but she 
did orgasm, and her orgasm was very satisfying.  It was a 
simple fuck by a simple man, but his cum was inside her now 
and she felt good about it, not guilty or angry.

Kimberly felt no guilt about this, no guilt at all.  She'd 
been raped.  But she knew what this meant; this feeling of 
satisfaction afterward; it meant that from now on Kimberly 
was going to screw around.  She'd been faithful for many 
years, resisting cheating although she'd desperately needed 
it, but from now on Kimberly was going to give her body 
what it needed, whenever it needed it.

The policeman/rapist gave Kimberly back her clothes, 
telling her sternly that she was lucky he'd been so nice to 
her and not arrested her, and that if she ever told anyone 
about this he would deny that it happened while he was on 
duty and would insist that it was consensual--and 
furthermore he would claim that she was a pro hooker and 
had done it for money.

Kimberly didn't care.  She didn't care about him at all 
now.  She dressed quickly and hurried away, planning what 
lie she'd tell the office to excuse herself for being late 
back from lunch.  Kimberly didn't care about the cop.  He'd 
given Kimberly more freedom than he knew.  From now on she 
was going to screw around.  From now on there were going to 
be a lot of cocks for Kimberly.

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