Melissa started to ignore the Fetlife website after the scare of nearly being caught by her husband. She never realised that the only image that was posted there relating to her last escapade was of her in the shower with her husband. In the image was a closeup of Desmond’s cock. The caption read, getting fucked after she’s had this BBC.

Only the naïve would relate that comment to the British Broadcasting Company.

Melissa did receive a few text messages from her Master. She ignored the first until it was followed up a day later with a threat of sending the link to her husband. The sight of his email address in the text message confirmed that it was no idle threat.

She answered that text cautiously while trying her best to suppress any excitement in her voice. She did mention that the last encounter was a little too close for comfort. The reply from her Master suggested that she didn’t know what too close for comfort, actually meant. Her Master then surprised her.

You choose. What would you like to do next?

Melissa thought about it. She thought about Juicy, and how much she would like to be with another woman. A powerful and dominant one at that. She thought about Desmond’s huge cock, and how much it thrilled her. She thought about all those young guys waiting to splash their jizz all over her body. There were so many choices, but at least, this time she wasn’t going to get caught. This would be her choice of fetish. She would be in control.

She suddenly thought back to the original photos of her sucking cock in an alleyway. She liked being furtive, but what thrilled her was being caught or being watched while fucking a stranger. Her mind was made up.

I want to be watched while I get taken in a dirty alleyway. And I mean taken.

Melissa waited for the reply. It was curt.

I’ll sort something out and get in touch.

Suddenly, Melissa became excited. She always loved the thrill of outdoor sex, and the thought of getting caught reminded her of that night when three blokes came upon her getting fucked by her boyfriend in a wooded area. He almost gave up on the idea of finishing her off, and it was her that insisted he lay down on the floor while she fucked him; even getting her tits out so that they jiggled for the wankers around her to watch. It was her first orgy if you could call it that. More like a private cum fest. She remembered getting so carried away with her performance that she never actually minded when all three blokes spunked over her. In fact, she relished it.

Four days later she received a reply from her Master. It had all been sorted for seven o’clock in the evening on the following Monday night, right after work. She made her excuses to her husband as soon as she could, saying she would be out on Monday night at a work get-together. A little drink to celebrate the recent contract they had won. It was a half-truth.

The excuse was accepted and encouraged. She never thought about it until Monday morning when she started selecting her clothes for the day and evening.

Melissa chose a short black dress for the evening, with a bra that amplified her bosom. For work, she tried to hide her burgeoning cleavage from her husband, and work colleagues with a loose-fitting shirt. Her working day was nothing but unexceptional. Her only excitement came from the fact that her panties had a permanent wet patch that itched at her skin. Her mind was constantly focused on the evening ahead, and on that fuck she was going to get. Her mind played through various images of how the evening would go, and on more than one occasion she had to hold herself back from touching her pussy because she knew she would climax if she did. Melissa was adamant that she would save herself for the evening encounter with her stranger.

The day passed quickly enough, and before she knew it, Melissa was sitting in the corner of a seedy run-down pub called The Globe with a glass of white wine. She looked around at the few men that occupied the bar area drinking their beer. She wondered whether they would just turn around, and gang-bang her there on the table, fuck her hard before going back to their drinks. Melissa sipped at her wine and never noticed the bloke heading towards her.

“Melissa?” he questioned, tilting his head to try and look into her eyes. When she responded he held out his hand, “I’m Rick, and you look like more than a handful of fun,” he told her.

Melissa smiled, in her head, she congratulated her Master for choosing someone that was tall, good-looking, and with lovely brown wavy hair. His warm smile immediately made her feel at ease. He took a seat next to her and they chatted, making small talk but nothing else. She noticed that Rick kept checking his watch, and she wondered whether she was first on his list of fucks for the evening. After only ten minutes, Rick leaned into Melissa and made the rudest suggestion that she had ever heard. He made it clear that they should leave, and that he was keen to get his cock inside her juicy cunt. In his words, he didn’t care which hole he fucked.

Melissa suddenly felt so excited that she could feel her juices start to sodden her knickers. She swallowed hard and downed what was left of her wine in one go. Eager to please, and eager to get fucked. Her excitement level nearly tripled as she stood up.

Rick held her hand as they quickly walked out of the pub, pulling her with him. He pulled her down an alleyway just to the side of the pub before they started to kiss. It was a quick, desperate and passionate kiss accompanied by his hands roaming all over her body. Both of them instantly forgot that they were only just outside a pub on a busy main road.

Rick’s hands finally covered Melissa’s breasts. Her nipples responded as the fabric of her dress rubbed over them making them all hard and erect. Rick squeezed her nipples causing her to gasp. Melissa became squashed between Rick and the wall of the alleyway. Suddenly his hand dipped inside her dress and pulled her breast free. The action was repeated until both of her baps cooled in the cold air. The sudden heat of his mouth around her nipples caused her to let out a loud moan. Melissa emitted a second moan, an even louder one when his hand cupped her sex from underneath.

“You’re such a wet slut,” he told her. His fingers probed her wet pussy before pulling her panties down quickly to rest around her knees.

The sudden forceful movement sent thrills through her body. Just what she wanted, she thought.

With Rick’s mouth around her nipple, and his fingers deep inside her, Melissa was in heaven. She didn’t know how many he had shoved in there but she knew she was about to climax. She let out a few moans, thrust her body towards him, and grabbed hold of his shoulders for stability before she let herself explode on his fingers. She suppressed the screams as much as she could, and her verbal outburst was directed at his shoulder. Her legs shook with her sudden orgasm. It was just the start though. She knew that.

While she calmed down, Rick pushed her to her knees where she found a cock sticking out from between his jeans. Melissa immediately took it into her mouth and sucked on it for a while, before removing it from her mouth to slide her tongue down its length. She sucked his balls into her mouth before eventually returning to swallowing his length of meat. Melissa was on fire, never stopping once to see whether she was affecting him or not. She was rewarded when Rick’s hands moved to the back of her head, and impatiently he guided her on and off his dick with his hands.

Melissa could feel her saliva drip from her mouth, and over her tits, she could hear Rick moaning to himself as well as telling her how filthy she looked sucking his cock. After a few minutes of face fucking, Melissa was helped up from the floor and was turned to face the wall.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed some figures, probably men at the end of the alleyway looking in their direction. They were no longer alone, and the realisation that she had been watched while face-fucked excited her. Melissa looked in their direction and knew exactly what she was going to do next.

Rick bent Melissa over so that her hands were flat against the wall. He pushed her dress up and over her backside and lined his cock up with her dripping pussy. Melissa watched the people as she felt Rick slide his cock into her from behind. She felt like shouting out to them; asking them who would like to be next, but she didn’t. Instead, she just moaned out loud and started to put on a bit of a show for the perverts.

Rick fucked his cock into her hard and fast. Her boobs swung back and forth, not quite touching the wall. The sheer wetness of her pussy didn’t happen just because of the fucking, but also from the sheer excitement of the people watching. Then Melissa told Rick to fuck her hard and make her cum. She begged him to penetrate her deeper. She wanted to feel him stretch her. Rick’s cock pistoned in and out of her sloppy cunt while his hands pulled her hips back to meet his forward thrusts. He was in his element.

Without any warning, Melissa climaxed. She let out a loud satisfying cry, more so for the people at the end of the alleyway than anyone else. She felt her juices leak over his cock before they started running down the inside of her legs. She felt a warmth invade her pussy and Rick held her hands still while he poured his cum into her, making sure he was empty before pulling out of her warm pussy.

Melissa never realised what had happened until it was too late. Rick had pulled out of her as she was resting against the wall with her knickers still around her knees.

Then events just happened so quickly, and her inability to move caused them to happen even faster.

Before she knew it, Rick was running in the opposite direction to the people at the end of the alleyway, two people were running towards her, one stopped, and the other ran further, following Rick. There were shouts of, “stop, police,”  but they fell on deaf ears.

Even before Melissa could right herself, the police officer that had stopped next to her held her hands behind her back and cuffed one of them while reaching around for her other wrist. Her breasts still hung from her dress, and her nipples were hard as a rock as her body was pushed against the cold wall.

The words, “you’re nicked,” rang out loud and clear followed by the usual verbal commentary about human rights.

When the male officer reappeared empty-handed, Melissa was taken to an unmarked car that was parked just beyond the alleyway. The male officer got into the driving seat while the female officer first tucked her head into the back of the car before making her sit on the seat. She closed the door. Melissa didn’t even get a chance to put her tits back into her dress, and her knickers had been discarded on the floor during the march towards the car. She smelt of cum as the mixed juices dried onto her thighs.

When Melissa tried to explain her situation, the female police officer suggested that she just shut the fuck up, telling her that she was in enough trouble for one night.

The car journey remained quiet. Melissa studied the car, the police officers' uniforms, and the route they were taking. None of it made sense to her. She started to panic, wondering how she was going to explain this to her husband.

The car finally pulled into the curbside next to a large building. She was quickly ushered out of the car, through a half-open door and down a corridor. The room she ended up in had a single chair close to a desk with a table lamp that was pointing towards the ceiling. The female officer marched her to the chair and sat her down in it.

Her acute senses told her that something was not quite right. The room was too empty with only a few pieces of furniture that were well past their sell-by date. She was arrested but not allowed to make herself decent, and she was told to shut up. The police that arrested her didn’t have the customary radios that they normally carry, and their uniforms didn’t have any indication on the collar to say they were police. The only things they carried were handcuffs and truncheons. Melissa wondered whether the police even used truncheons these days! And the room? It clearly wasn’t a police station.

Melissa heard the police officers talking a few metres away. There were a few raised voices now and then. During a few of those moments, she heard them call her a whore and that she should be taught a lesson. She started to become afraid, and her predicament did little to ease her concerns.

It was the female police officer that broke the conversation with her colleague. She walked towards Melissa and studied her as she sat on the chair. Her male counterpart walked behind her. Melissa’s head tried to keep both of them in view but she failed.

“You’re just a common fucking whore,”  the female officer told her.

Melissa knew that to be a true assessment but she didn’t know why the officer would say such a thing to her.

“Look at you, cum dripping from your cunt and coating your thighs,” the officer continued, “tits out on display and those nipples look like they’re still aroused, I would say,” she winked at her colleague that stood behind Melissa. The female officer bent over and lowered her mouth to Melissa’s ear.

“Do you like acting the whore?” she whispered.

“Shall we see how this makes you feel?” she added.

Without warning the female officer slid two fingers into Melissa’s cum filled hole. The officer behind her wrapped his arms around her and placed them firmly on her breasts pinning her to the chair, he immediately started to pinch her nipples.

Melissa was startled at first, her eyes wide with astonishment, and then she started to put two and two together. Melissa moaned as the sudden pleasure hit her hard. It suddenly dawned on Melissa that this whole situation was a setup, and she immediately decided to play along with it. She was now sure, well, ninety-per cent sure that her Master had arranged all of this.  The quick fuck in the alleyway, the police turning up, this so-called interrogation. It was all a setup.

Melissa couldn’t help but groan as her nipples were extended even further. Both officers told her to be quiet but she couldn’t stop herself as those fingers slid into her well-oiled pussy, expertly fucking her. Melissa’s legs opened of their own accord, and she supplemented the exposure with a loud, fuck.

There was only one way to shut her up. The male officer walked in front of her and pulled an impressively sized dick from his trousers that was already hard, before shoving it into her mouth.

“Please, no. Don’t make me do that, please…” Melissa pleaded with him. The fake pleading that came from her mouth was immediately undone by her lascivious smile.

Melissa could do nothing but swallow the cock that was pushing her lips apart, and she found the thickness and length pleasuring the walls of her mouth. Her only thought was that she was unable to grasp his balls and squeeze them as he had done to her nipples. Suddenly, Melissa started to climax. The finger-fucking had done its job so well.

Both officers ignored her orgasm, and she suddenly found her pussy empty of fingers, and her mouth empty of cock. They both had a quick discussion on the other side of the room, and Melissa mentioned to them that she should be given a statutory phone call.

Both officers had agreed that she had indeed enjoyed the finger fuck but it was the male officer that had heard her remark and grinned back in her direction. He had made his mind up as to their next step, walking over to her, he half pulled her from the chair so that her bottom was hanging off the edge, and knelt between her legs. Before she knew it, his cock was pushing her pussy lips apart.

Melissa never once denied him entrance. There was no way she was about to complain about getting fucked, and she watched his cock slide effortlessly into her, but she did complain about being tagged a whore.

Those words merely angered the officer. He pulled his cock out of her, pulled her up from the chair and bent her over the table. Spreading her legs as wide as he could, he penetrated her once more, pushing his cock in fully. Her large breasts squashed against the table while her cuffed hands rested just over the edge of the table and under her body. Melissa was effectively immobile and helpless, but her smutty side was screaming out with pleasure. She was in heaven, and about to be used just like a whore.

During the whole episode, Melissa pleaded with them not to fuck her. She pleaded with them to let her go home to her husband but her cries and fake sobs fell on deaf ears as the officer relentlessly slid his cock in and out of her pussy.

To an outsider, her act was amateurish at best, and both officers knew that she wanted everything they were giving her. Melissa knew that too.

At first, his strokes were slow and deep, accompanied by a few hard thrusts, but when he started to hold her hips, his thrusts became more urgent. He finally grabbed her wobbling flesh tightly and started to pound into her.

Melissa moaned loudly with every inward thrust, and the female officer forcefully pulled Melissa’s head up from the other side of the desk and offered up her wet pussy for her to lick. It was the only way she could think of to shut her up, though she had to pull Melissa’s mouth tight into her cunt to make sufficient contact.

While the male officer didn’t know it, Melissa relished the taste, and smell of his aroused accomplice, and didn’t waste any time in getting her tongue into her moist pussy, licking the clit that stuck out a good half-an-inch, and sliding her tongue in and out of her juicy cunt.

Melissa started to think of Juicy, and how delicious her cunt tasted. Her mind exploded once more with the thoughts of eating pussy, with the hard pounding of her cunt, and that wonderful hard cock that caused her to have another orgasm.

Melissa’s muffled cries filled the room as she worked her tongue harder and harder on the clit in front of her, determined to get her just desserts. Melissa was rewarded with a gush of pussy juice over her face as the officer cried out to her colleague.

Melissa now had a name, but just one name, Derek. At least she could now use that name whenever she thought of the memory, of this time, in this room.

Melissa was so pleased that she had been rewarded that she kept licking at the officer's pussy all the while the female officer leaned over her body in a post-orgasmic state of pleasure.

The cock was removed from Melissa’s pussy, and the male officer pulled her to her feet, turned her around, and undid the handcuffs. She was free at last, as free as she wanted to be anyway. Without a pause, he pushed her back onto the table, face-up this time, and pushed his cock back into her. His thrusts were hard and fast, and the female officer sat in the chair and watched her colleague fuck Melissa for a second time.

It wasn’t long before he climaxed, and as he did so, Melissa experienced her third orgasm in that barren room. The officer pulled out of her, squirted his juicy cum in the general direction of her pussy and emptied his balls.

Melissa felt the warmth of every drop of cum as it hit her smoothly shaved body. Her breaths came hard and fast as she thought of how wonderful the experience had been. She had been well and truly fucked, and believed that she was on the verge of being allowed to go home.

That wasn’t the case.

“Seeing as you came over her pussy, let me try and help get that cum inside the whore,” the female officer said as she stood up. Melissa watched her approach as Derek backed away.

Melissa lay still, grinned at the officer, and believed she was about to get fingered once more. She was so wrong. Her eyes widened as she saw the officer draw her truncheon from the belt. She smeared cum all over the end and smiled in Melissa’s direction before lining it up with her pussy.

There was only one word that left Melissa’s mouth, “fuck!”

Melissa almost screamed as she felt it being pushed inside her. All she could do was open her legs, and hope that her body would accommodate it. She closed her eyes and allowed the fat truncheon to fuck into her.

Melissa decided that it felt amazing. The truncheon was being pushed deeper and deeper, as far as it would go, and with some force before being pulled back out. The action sped up, and Melissa looked into the eyes of the officer and watched her manic expression come to life as she fucked her on the table. Their eyes never left each other as each girl silently encouraged the other.

Melissa’s breathing became ragged, she gazed hard into the officer's eyes, almost pleading with her to bring her off. Her head started to nod in approval, and suddenly the back of her head hit the table as she climaxed over the hard black truncheon. Her bottom lifted from the table as her legs shook around it.

As soon as Melissa climaxed the female officer pulled the truncheon from her gaping pussy. Both of the women gasped for air but it was Melissa that was the most satisfied.

“Ever felt one that big before, slut?” she asked.

“As a matter of fact, yes, it was gorgeous, and attached to a real man,” Melissa nodded back at her.

The female officer swung the chair around to face the table and pulled Melissa onto it. The male officer sat at the other end of the table and leaned over it to speak into her ear.

“We are satisfied you’re no whore that’s working the area,” he smirked, “you seem to enjoy it too much, so we’ve – ” he pointed to his companion, “– decided to let you go.”

He placed a phone down on the table and slid it towards Melissa. He told her to make her fucking call. She looked at it. It was her phone that he had taken from her handbag.

“Go on call your husband, tell him to pick you up outside Maple Hill police station in fifteen minutes. We’ll be ever so kind and drop you off there.”

Melissa contemplated his gesture.

“You could just drop me off close to home? I could walk the rest of the way?” She asked with a smirk on her face that her Master would have been proud of.

“You wanted the call, you take it. You’ve been wrongfully arrested, now call him or we leave you here.”

Melissa picked up the phone. She rang her husband.

Both police officers smirked, and almost giggled to themselves when they heard her pour her heart out.

“I’ve had a bit of a scare,” she sobbed, “it’s been a – how shall I put this – a harrowing and eventful evening.”

She waited for her husband to ask her whether she was in trouble, and what had happened. Both officers thought it was an admirable performance.

“Can you just pick me up at Maple Hill police station, please?”

Again, Melissa waited for him to calm down before she continued.

“No, I’ve not been arrested, it’s okay, just a mistake that’s all. Can you just be there as soon as you can?”

She waited for the confirmation that he would be there in about twenty-five minutes. She was happy that the extra ten minutes would give her plenty of time to concoct a suitable excuse.

Melissa was handed her bag by the female officer, she placed her phone into it and was led down the corridor, and into a restroom to tidy herself up.

The officers drove her to Maple Hill police station. They waited for an additional five minutes before letting her out of the car. After all, they didn’t want her to get accosted by some bloke wanting a quick fuck while she was in their custody. That would have been disrespectful of them.

When Melissa got out of the car she bent down to the passenger side window to speak with the female officer.

“What?” the officer asked, winding the car window down to listen.

“I couldn’t keep that truncheon by any chance, could I?” Asked Melissa.

The officer wound the car window back up without answering and they drove off. Six minutes later her husband arrived and Melissa got into the car.

“Let’s go,” she said, making herself comfortable while putting her seat belt on.

“What the fuck happened?” asked her husband.

Melissa explained on the way home about how she went for that drink after work, how her companions wanted to go to a club, and how she had refused and had started to walk to the nearest bus stop before getting lost in an area that she was unfamiliar with. Her husband listened to how she found herself in the seedier part of town, how she flagged a car down so that she could ask someone how to get to the nearest bus stop, and how, when she leaned into the car to talk to the man, the police turned up and promptly arrested her for prostitution.

Melissa let her husband absorb the story she had concocted so far, letting it slowly sink in. It couldn’t have been further from the truth if she had tried. After all, Melissa had never in her life been paid for sex but had always given it freely. More than freely on some occasions.

After her husband asked a few pertinent questions, she continued her story, telling him that it took her a while to talk them around to the fact that she was lost, and only trying to find her way home. She told the police where she worked, and that she was married. She explained that they must have checked all the details and records that they have on prostitutes, and had come to the conclusion that it was a case of mistaken identity.

Her husband seemed to be accepting the plausible explanation as he drove home in relative silence.

Her phone pinged with a message as she reached the front door of her house. She was glad to be there. John had exited the car quite quickly and headed indoors, telling Melissa that he was off to bed and that he had an early start in the morning.

Melissa nodded but headed off to make a coffee. She sat and looked at the phone while the kettle boiled. In the text from her Master was a link to an uploaded video from the evening.

Melissa found herself sitting on the kitchen chairs at home. Her legs open on either side of the table leg. She sipped at the coffee on the table that was smelling of pure heaven. She clicked on the link and navigated to the Fetlife website. With the coffee halfway to her mouth, she watched as the young officer’s cock entered her pussy, and started to fuck her. She remembered the feelings. She watched as his thrusts become wilder and wilder. Her hand found her pussy, and she started to rub at it. Her head suddenly turned to the kitchen worktop, to the item that stood upright on its stand. She retrieved the rolling pin and quickly inserted it into her cunt.

Melissa wasn’t done for the evening, not yet, not until she had cum on her very own wooden truncheon that she had not even thought about using until that very moment. Melissa forced it into her while she revelled in watching her very own self-made dirty video.