My Special Birthday

It was my eighteenth birthday last week, and what a birthday it was.
Don't get me wrong though, it started crappy like my last three birthdays, but it ended in a way I couldn't ever anticipated.

My name is Stephanie, and, as I mentioned before, I am eighteen years old.
I have long straight black hair, don't call me a brunette though cuz it annoys me, it's black, not brown, with sparkly blue eyes.
People usually make fun of my height, when you're only five foot two, it's bound to happen I guess, and I am a measly one hundred and ten pounds and on my birthday I was... well... I was still a virgin.
What can I say?
I was a traditionalist, I was waiting for mister right.
But something unexpected happened on my birthday that changed my point of view on... well... on a lot of things.

I still live with my parents, well, my mom and her douchebag of a boyfriend really, never liked the guy, he's hot and everything, and closer to my age than my mom's but he's just there to fuck her and live off her freaking money and won't lift a finger around the house.
I guess my mom wanted a "boy toy" or something, 'cause he ain't worth a shit!
But enough about him, he ain't important, and it's me I want to talk about anyway.

So, I was waiting for my birthday all year, which was this past July, all year long.
I wanted to see what my mom had in store for me, I mean let's face it, you only turn eighteen once right?
I was becoming an adult, a woman, finally, and I was sure she had the biggest surprise aside for me...
Come the day before my birthday, my mom tells me she had plans for the next day with David (My mom's boy toy) and that I'll have to fend for myself coming the day of my birthday.
I tried to argue with her and let her understand I was trying to spend time with her on my birthday and that I was so looking forward to it but she just dismissed it and promised she'd make it up to me...
I can tell you right now that that night I pretty much cried myself to sleep.

The next morning I got up and they were already gone, on the fridge was a note that read...
"I'm sorry baby, I know you're mad right now but I will be back later tonight, at around midnight, if you're still up we'll party or whatever you want, there's a frozen pizza in the fridge, have a good day and again I am sorry, MOM"

So when I finished reading this, tears started to streak down my cheeks...
That's when the phone rang, it was Jessica, my best friend, and so I answered.

"Hello"
I said, trying not to choke.

"Happy birthday crazy!"
My friend answered, and as any good best friend she could tell something was wrong.
"You OK baby?"
She asked, with actual concern in her voice.

"My mom's gone with that fucker David"
And yes, I did keep all the bad words inside, believe me.

"Well that bitch!"
And no, she never kept anything inside, maybe that's why I loved her so much, if she had something to say, she'd say it, no matter what.
"Well I can't let my crazy friend spend all of her eighteenth birthday alone.
So why don't I come and pick you up and we'll have a decent birthday... What do you say Steph?"

At first I didn't want to, I knew Michael would be there.
Michael is Jessi's boyfriend, he's nice and all, but he keeps looking at me in a way that makes me very uncomfortable.
But what else could I have done on this special day anyway?

After I let out a small sigh I finally answered.
"sure, why the hell not?"

"Good"
She answered, almost screaming.
"Pack your shit kiddo and get ready to rock!"
Again with the almost screaming, at least she was enthusiastic.

So I changed to be a bit more presentable attire, since I didn't know how many people would show up, if she had plans to call anyone else that is.

Usually it takes her about ten minutes to come and get me but this time it took her twice as long, I was wondering if she got into a car wreck, it would've been the exclamation point to a very bad day, but she finally showed up in her little 2008 blue Saturn, honking fervently for me to get out.
And so I did, locking the door behind me.

I got into the car and hugged my friend as tight as I could, I even heard her make a "oomph" sound when I did, I guess I took her by surprise.

"OK girl, Mike's waiting at home, he can't wait to see you he said."

"I'll bet" I wanted to say but kept it inside.
"What took you so long?"
I finally asked.

"Oh I had to make a detour... My birthday girl can't have a birthday without a fucking birthday cake I say... Oh and Mike is making something special just for you at home as well."

I have to give it to Michael, he was one hell of a cook, you know, for a guy.

So, ten minutes later we were pulling in the driveway of Jessi's home.
Not a big house but enough for the two of them to live, plus a bedroom to spare, it was smaller than my house though mind you, my mom inherited my dad's money when he passed away when I was seven...
And he had a whole lot of money.
And if you think that rich girls are popular in high school, you'd be wrong, thank God it's over though.

When we got in the house I bursted out laughing, Michael was wearing an apron that said "Suck the cook" with oven mitts, and seeing him like that just made me laugh, maybe it was the trigger I needed to let out the stress I had lately and make me relax, little did I know that later on that night, something else made me relax a whole lot more.

Michael put a tray of, well I didn't know what it was until much later, on the counter and came and hugged me, a bit too tight in my opinion but at least he wasn't trying to cope a feel.

"I'm sorry for your loss."
He said.

"Huh?"
Was pretty much the only thing my brain could muster after hearing something so absurd.

"Well I heard you lost your mother to some douchebag."

Again with the laughter, he stopped hugging me at this point but I hugged him right back, laughing and crying at the same time... Let's be honest here, I knew he wanted me, and I knew he was my best friend's man but...
Sometimes I couldn't help myself but to love him, he was such a sweet guy and always knew what to say to change your mood for the better.

In the meantime Jessica was putting the cake, which I never got to see until we ate it by the way, in the fridge and smiling back at me, like a true friend would, even if you're hugging that said friend's boyfriend.

It was Noon now and we played video games, we played Rock band and I was the guitarist, Jessi was the bassist and Mike was the vocalist, if you wanted to call that "singing", sounded more like a wolf howling but hey, it was fun none the less.
We played for hours then watched a few horror movies, all three of us were big horror buffs, and then came dinner.

We had lasagna, my favorite, which was by the way a coincidence, there were having that for dinner, and then we had some cake with my friends singing happy birthday to me, I was full, and I mean full!
But that's when Michael took his "special" recipe out that he only cooked himself...
It was brownies.

I was full but when I saw that, I wanted some, but decided to wait it out a little.

So we hung out and Jessi got a couple of beers out of the fridge, now I have to say, I don't smoke, don't do drugs or drink for that matter, but I said to myself "You know what Stephanie? You're fucking eighteen, take one, no, hell, take two!"
And so I did, and felt a little buzz from those two beers I drank but tried to hide it from them because I was afraid they'd laugh at me...
They, on the other hand, drank a lot more than just two, they drank five each.
Finishing the twelve pack...
It was getting late, it was already eleven and I needed to go, since my mom was getting back at midnight and she'd freak out if she saw I wasn't home.
So I got up and said...

"Well I need to go, my mom will expect me to be home at midnight."

Jessica took my arm and yanked me back on the couch of the living room where we were sitting.

"Nu huh, you ain't going anywhere missy, you still haven't tried Mike's muffins."
She started laughing.
"Not muffin I, I, I mean brownies"
She snickered a bit.

Mike got up and came back with a plastic container with the brownies in them.

"OK I'll take one and then I'm leaving, you'll have to drive..."
I looked at how drunk she was.

Before I had time to resume my phrase Mike handed me a brownie, and so I ate it, slowly.

"It tastes..."

Mike and Jessie looked at me funny, with a big grin on their faces.

Jessie took another one and handed it to me, then took one and gave it to Mike and took one for herself.

"The one that ate his or her brownie the fastest wins."
Mike exclaimed.

"Wins what?"
I asked.

"fuck if I know."
We all started laughing.

We all counted to three and gobbled up our brownies.
That's when I started to giggle and feel funny.
They both looked at me laughing a bit and with a big smile on their lips.

"What's so funny?"
I asked with concern.

"Guess what's my baby's secret ingredient."
Jessica asked.

I stood there, starting to feel dizzy, but the good kind, I was starting to feel really good.

Before I could answer, even though I didn't have one, Jessica exclaimed, out of freaking nowhere, that she had to go take a shower, which kinda pissed me off because here I was, getting more tired by the minute, slightly drunk and ten minutes on car from my house when it's about fifteen past eleven and my mom would be there soon.
And then I remembered I didn't leave a note before leaving, something I always did if I had to go anywhere, for a rich woman, she was too dumb to have a cell phone.
And Michael didn't have one either and there was no phone in the house, the only accessible phone was Jessi's cell phone but she was already off taking a shower.

As I was lost in thoughts I didn't realize that Mike was now sitting next to me, almost stuck on me like glue, with his right hand on my left thigh.
He looked at me in the eyes, not speaking.
So I spoke.

"So..."
I was getting nervous, I have to say, when you're eighteen and still a virgin and all the friends you have lost theirs many years ago, and then there was this hot guy you fantasized about a couple of times, who was taboo since he was your best friend's boyfriend and you were alone with him and you were a bit drunk...
Well needless to say my little kitty was purring at that time.

He kept quite, still moving his hand on my leg, getting closer with every stroke to where they meet.

"What... What was the special ingredient?"

He smiled for a while, then finally spoke.

"You're gonna get mad."

"why?"

"It was pot."

I just sat there, like my brain didn't registered what he just said.
And then it hit me like a ton of brick, not just the fact that I knew I just took drugs for the first time, but the fact that I had to come back home drunk and high.
That's when I had a sunken feeling inside me, and believe it or not, I think I came in my panties a little.
I was known as miss goody-two-shoes and me breaking the rules like that, on my eighteen birthday of all things, made me hornier then ever before, and so I smiled, reached for another brownie and ate it all in about ten seconds.

It made Mike smile and he leaned in and kissed me, licking the chocolate off my lips, and then he did something I didn't expect, he unzipped his pants and let his cock out.
Damn, he was already hard.
And, bigger than I expected, I'd say a good seven inches.
He started stroking it, looking at me with the same stare and smile.
I was biting my lips, using all the strength I had to not reach and eat that brownie!
Feeling high as shit I said...

"Mike, that's just wrong.
You're my bestie's bf."

"Come on Steph, you know I want you, and I know you want me just as much.
Hurry up before she comes out of the shower."

Again, I sat there for what seemed forever, until I felt my hand reach for it and then...

My watch beeped.
It was already midnight and I was late, and fucked, just not in the way Mike wanted me to be.
At the same time we heard the shower stop in the bathroom, so Mike, while letting out a sigh, put his still hard cock back in his pants, looking at me with anger, worry, disappointment.
With an obvious "I'm so sorry" sign on his face.

Jessica came out of the bathroom with just a bathrobe around her waist, what was she doing in a bathrobe?
She needed to drive me back home.
That's when I understood I had to walk home, which pissed me off, but hey, at least she gave me a good birthday and she was my best friend, so I stood up and said my goodbyes, hugging both Jessi and Michael, who was still hard, I could feel it, which made me wet again, and left.


I was walking down the street, a bit pissed and very horny, wanting to get back home, get yelled at by my mom and just go play with myself and sleep and forget this day ever happened when I saw headlights appear from behind me, and then, the worst nightmare of a goody-two-shoes, sirens.

I turned around and saw, nothing, just bright lights, then I heard a voice.

"Are you by any chance Stephanie Peterson?"
The man voice said.

I didn't want to answer at first, and so I steadily but clumsily walked to his side of the car.

It was a police car as I thought it was, the man sitting in the driver's seat was a man of maybe late forties with short brown hair. That's all I was able to say then.

I leaned in and asked what was wrong, that was a bad idea, he could smell the booze in my breath.

"Have you drank today miss Peterson?"
He asked with a sturdy, professional voice.

"Maybe I did, what of it?"
I answered.
For a straight A student... I can be dumb sometimes.
"And how do you know my name anyway officer..."

"Stone, and because your mom called us, she came in earlier than she said she would and found the house empty, I was already on patrol and said I'd take a look, apparently her little girl went on and partied all night huh?"
He said laughing a bit.

again my dumb ass answered...

"Well it ain't your fucking business what I do."

His smile went away as fast as it came and asked me to step away from the door and got out and holy shit, the guy must have been six feet five inches tall, and he was big, and I mean huge.
Close to three hundred pounds of pure muscles.
The guy was scary let me tell you, and when you're only five foot two and a hundred and ten pounds, miss goody-two-shoes who's high and drunk and never got in trouble, well let me tell you I almost shat in my pants.
But there was something else, it never occurred to me before but, seeing him standing in front of me like this made me wetter than I've ever been before.
Was it because he was so manly or because of the uniform or just because he knew how to take control?
I don't know, but damn this man was making me horny.

"Ma'am I will ask you to get in the car please, and I will drive you back to your mother, she's worried sick."

I was about to say something but the second I opened my mouth he stopped me by saying...

"No fussing or I will to get my handcuffs little lady."

I whispered...
"what an ass."
Well, I think I whispered, I ain't sure anymore because after I said that he replied.

"OK that's enough."

He turned me around and took his handcuffs out and cuffed me.
I didn't do anything because at least I had the presence of mind not to make a bad situation even worse, well I think that's why I let him.

So he put me in the back seat and started to drive away when he said...

"Look, I have been doing this job for thirteen years now, and I know when a child slips away to get drunk and high, so please, be calm and you'll be with your momma in a few minutes."

"I ain't a fucking child."
I responded, being offended.

"Well how old are you then?"

"I'm eighteen, just turned eighteen today actually, what a great day it has been."

I saw him look at me through the mirror and he said...

"Oh, I thought you were younger, you're such a tiny girl, so... you're an adult huh?"

"Yes I am, and I am sick of people thinking I am younger, I'd prove it to you but I can't reach my wallet with those handcuffs on."

"I believe ya."

And then, I am sure of it, he pulled on his groin and even though I couldn't see him, I am sure he had a smile on his face while doing so.
And we spent maybe three minutes of silence and then he finally broke it off by saying...

"If you don't mind I have to take a little detour at my house, shouldn't take too long."

"Whatever."
It was pretty much the only thing I had in mind as I was falling asleep back there.

So he drove for a good twenty minutes until we got to his place, nice cozy little place in the woods, good thing that he was a cop or I would've been scared shitless.
He got out and then opened my door, I just looked at him not understanding the meaning of the gesture.
And then he spoke to me...

"Well you think I'm gonna let you all alone in this patrol car?
I don't know you and there's a lot of expensive equipment in there.
So come on little lady."

He helped me out of the car.
He put a hand on my shoulder, at first, and at the front door of his house it was now just above my butt.

He unlocked the door and we went inside.

It was a nice, very tidy place, not a speck of dust anywhere, with tons of, what I presumed was, family pictures on the walls of the entrance's hallway.

He unlocked another door inside the house, I peaked in and I saw a stairway that lead down to the cellar.

"Come on girl, don't be shy."
He said smiling at me.

I still had my handcuffs on and started to panic, I mean, shit, wouldn't being a cop the best cover for a serial killer?

So we went downstairs, with my pussy being as dry as sand paper now, into a dark room.
He turned on the lights and I saw ropes and something that looked like a massage table, but without the hole in it, but with things to put your feet in like in the hospital.

It looked like a dungeon.

He came in from behind me, and grabbed my ass, I yelped as I turned around.
He had his belt in his hand, and then threw it on the floor.

"What, what are you doing? Are you gonna hurt me?"
I said in a trembling voice.

He looked at me, down at me I should say, and just smiled, he unzipped his cop pants and let out his cock, that was weird to have two guys do that to me in one night when no one has ever did that before my entire life...
and oh my God, his cock was limp, but still bigger than Michael's.

"You're gonna get on your knees little girl and suck that cock!"

I couldn't believe it, I mean, he's a cop for fuck's sake, that's when I understood he wasn't a serial killer, but a serial rapist.

He put a hand, a big hand on my shoulder and forced me on my knees without breaking a sweat.
He grabbed his huge cock, which, I would say was at the very least a foot long and as thick as my wrist, and shoved it in my mouth. It took me by surprise and I choked and then coughed.
It was just too surreal to me.

"Come on bitch, suck it, take it like a woman."
He said with a shortness of breath, he was excited about taking advantage of a small, defenseless woman, that much was obvious.

He started to fuck my mouth then, just like he would my pussy, making me choke and salivate all over his behemoth of a cock.
He was grabbing me by the back of the head while doing this, and messed up all my hair.

while he was pounding me in the back of my throat I caught a glimpse of his belt, with the gun still in its holster, but for some reason I forgot about it fast, and felt my panties getting even wetter when I finally decided to look up at him while I had his cock in my mouth.

I could feel it growing thicker in my mouth as he kept fucking it, half of me wanted him to cum and be done with it.
I remembered in my half dazed part of our trip here that he radioed in that he found me and was bringing me back...
So he won't hurt me than right?
Wouldn't make much sense, he's probably gonna cum and...

That's when he lift me up, putting his big hands under my armpit and lifting me like I was a baby.
He had his cop shirt open and I didn't even noticed.
And oh my God this man had the biggest, most ripped body I had ever seen.

He turned me around and went on his knees.
He took my pants, shoes, socks and panties off.
I was trying to let him know I was a virgin and I could live with just a blowjob but nothing was coming out of my mouth, my voice felt like it went to sleep when I was still in the car and nothing could ever wake it back up again.

I was looking straight ahead and saw four ropes hanging down from the ceiling, I didn't even have time to think about what it might have been when he spoke...

"You like that little girl?"
He said in a gruffed voice.

Holy crap, he was eating my butt cheeks, I didn't even realized until then.
One hand was covering a whole cheek, and he was squeezing them hard and sucking on them and biting too.

He grabbed me and put me on that table I mentioned earlier, put me on my back, or should I say, on my hands since he still didn't take the fucking handcuffs off, and, even though I'm skinny, the weight of my body was pushing the cuffs into my wrist and it was hurting like hell.

The pain at first was excruciating, and I felt some warm liquid flowing down to the palm of my hand, I felt like crying until...
Until I felt him put a finger inside me.

"Mmm the little whore is wet I see."

Oh my God, one of his finger was as big as two of mine combined.

"Fuck girl, you're so tight in there, one might think you're a fucking virgin."

Oh I wasn't about to tell him that.

I was trying to move so I could get comforta...

"Oh."
I moaned.
My clit was in his mouth now and he was sucking on it hard, it felt so fucking amazing that I came all over his lips.

He moaned at this point, looked up at me and smiled, a smiled that scared me.
He lifted me up, and put me in the middle of those ropes, and he finally took off the cuffs.

"Thank y..."
Before I even had time to finish my phrase, and as I was rubbing my wrist, cringing from the pain, he grabbed one of my hands and put it in the hole of the rop and did the same thing with the other one.
I was bound again.
He then lifted my right leg and did the same thing.
I was in an impossible position and I knew what was to come and braced for it.
He lifted my other leg and strapped it in the hole of this special rope, they looked like bungee ropes, big and thick.
There I was, spread open and in the air, not being able to move, and he grabbed me tight.

"Mmm now you're gonna get it little girl."

He slapped my butt, which made me bounce a little, and then I felt his hands leave my ass and I heard him walk away.
I was waiting for the worse.
About twenty seconds later I heard him come back and I felt something cold on my pussy, I knew what it was and what it meant.
It was lube.

I felt his giant cock on my pussy and felt him push as hard as he could until the head of his cock was inside.

Tears started to streak down my cheeks again as I grinded my teeth together.
He was stretching me beyond what I thought was possible.
It did hurt like hell, and I also knew I was bleeding, but I knew I could not do anything, and did I want to fight it?
Part of me sure didn't.

He plunged his sausage like fingers into my ribs and pushed harder, going as deep as he could and coming back, and then deep again, the pain was barely bearable but just to think I was high, drunk and getting fucked by the biggest man that I have ever seen, being a cop, strapped to God knows what this is supposed to be in his basement of his own house was quite a fucking turn on. That's when I realized I was a sub through and through...
And I wanted him to take me as his whore.

My pussy got wetter and wetter by the second, making his cock slide in and out easier, it was still a bit painful but the pleasure was surely getting in, getting in good.

I slightly started to moan, and he slightly started to fuck me faster and faster.
The faster he was fucking me, the more painful it would get, the more painful it would get, the more pleasure I was receiving.

"Mmm fuck"
I moaned.
All I could hear from him was his breathing getting louder and louder.

It didn't take long for him to start fucking me as hard as he could.
If he wasn't holding me so tight, I would've hit my head on the far wall of his basement being tied up in these ropes because he was fucking me so hard.

I could feel my tight little pussy stretch, I could feel myself bleed all over his cock and didn't care, I wanted him and he knew.

I came again, this time cumming all over his cock.
The second he felt it, or heard it since I screamed at the top of my lungs, he pulled out and untied my feet, went in front of me and untied my arms as well.
I couldn't even feel the pain on my wrists anymore and just went on my knees and sucked him hard, not caring if I was swallowing blood in the meantime.

I was sucking his huge curvy foot long thick cock with a passion, like I needed it to live, like if it was the oxygen that I breathe, or water that I drank.
I tasted myself on him and I loved it, and believe it or not, because at this point it was a hard thing to do but, I got even wetter.

When he was done with me blowing him he grabbed me again, lifted me up in his arms, turned me around and ate my pussy while I was sucking him, with my head being upside down I started feeling a bit dizzy, but didn't care, I didn't want to let go of his cock.

It didn't dawn on me much later that he might have been licking blood as much as cum when he was eating me.
All I know is, I came yet again, and I must've cum a lot because he turned me around and shoved me on the table and starting gagging.
I smiled playing with my pussy.
I saw the things to put my feet in and I obediently put my legs in them, waiting for him to close them on me and he did, trapping me in this bonding entrapment.

He fingered me again, stopping periodically to taste his fingers.
I was rubbing my clit as he was doing so and we stopped just before reaching orgasm again, that's when I finally got to see how a big cock like that looked like when entering my wet virgin cave.

He spat on his cock and rubbed his spit on the head of it, he then spat on my pussy and rubbed it in with the tip of his cock, and then looked at me.
We both smiled at each other as he entered his monster inside me.

It felt like an anaconda got into me, not the real one mind you, the one in the movies.

I grabbed the top of my head and let him slide it in me to the balls.
And he started fucking me again, ramming his big cock in me, taking me like the obvious whore I was.

"You're so fucking tight baby"
He moaned.

"That's because..."
I hesitated.
"...Because I'm a virgin"
I finally said.

He stopped for a bit, looking a bit shocked, and then smiled, this same perverted smile he gave me earlier.

"Than I guess I need to give you a night to remember."

And that's when I almost passed out.
He stared fucking me harder then ever before, and me who thought he couldn't had gone faster then before.
I screamed in pain when I felt his whole cock going back and forth, to the tip of the head to balls deep.
He was fucking me so hard that the big veins were coming out of his neck as big as my arms it seemed.

I could see sweat coming out of his forehead as big watery beads.
His huge muscles coming out of his big arms like mountains on a plain.
Seeing my pussy lips disappear with each thrust.

I grabbed the bench that I was on, hard, it felt like rubber or something, and held on tight.

"Take that you little slut, little party girl!"
He said with just enough breath.

He kept ramming my pussy hard, fast and deep.
Taking me as his own personal sex toy.
Just another tool of his basement to get his rocks off and I liked it.

He started to pinch my nipples hard then and I again, uncontrollably started to spasm and came all over his cock, I guess that was too much for him at the time and he pulled out and came all over my body, shooting all the way up to my mouth, when I happilly stuck out my tongue and swallowed as much cum as I could.

He kept jacking off for a while and then let go of his snake.

He untied me and raised me up, with less ease this time, I guess he was getting tired, and put me on my feet.
Good thing this is a strong man because all the strength in my legs was gone and I fell forward into his big strong arms.

"Well, you need to go upstairs with me and take a shower now, you can't go back home to your momma smelling like sweat and cum, you smell like sex little girl."

With the little strength I had left I whispered to him...
"Call me whore."

"What did you say little girl?"
He asked with a weakened smile on his face.

"Call me your whore."
I repeated with a little bit more power in my voice, not enough to strain myself but enough for him to hear me.

He moaned and then exclaimed...
"Anything you want, though I thought it was obvious that you were, you didn't have to tell me.
So get your ass upstairs and get in the shower with me before my wife comes back from work."

I stood there in a semi-shocked dazed, and then I looked at his left hand, I didn't even realized there was a ring there.

So we went up the stairs, with him helping me walk.
We got in the shower and bathed ourselves, problem is, I had the idea of soaping him up.
Touching his rock hard body made me excited all over again, especially when I was soaping his huge cock up.
I just had to rinse it down with water and then finish cleaning it up with my mouth.

I sucked hard and fast, masturbating my little pussy faster then I ever did in my entire life, cumming in the bath tub and him cumming directly in my mouth.

We dried each other up, got dressed, got out of the bathroom and of the house and in the patrol car.

"What are you gonna tell my mom?"
I said, now getting a little bit of my natural "me" mind back.

"Oh I haven't thought of that."
He paused.
"Well, I'll tell her that you went to your friends house and that it so happens that she's my niece, my niece that I haven't seen in a long time, oh and umm take this will you?"

He handed me gum, good thinking.

I started chewing my gum and, for some reason, I was humming...
And purring.

We pulled in the driveway and my mom got out instantly.

"honey, what happened? Are you alright? Are you hurt?"

She was running to the car, I got out before Officer Stone did, he stayed in the car for a while.
At first I thought he would've let me fend for myself.

"Damn, one question at a time mom."
Good thing I was able to stand up now, because I was basically dead inside from exhaustion.

She hugged me and started crying a bit.
Officer Stone, who was out of the car now, got close to us and I felt something on my butt.

Officer Stone then told my mom his fake story and she swallowed it without question, just like I did with his cum.

Officer Stone went back to his car and looked at my mom and said...
"You don't have to worry about your daughter ma'am, she's one hell of a girl."
He said, turning his gaze on me and smiled, and of course I smiled back, but this time I felt the same perverted smile forming in my own face.
And then he got in his car and left.

I turned around and walked into the house with my mom holding me tight as we did.

"I'm just happy you're safe and sound honey."
And she kissed me on the cheek, good thing it wasn't on the mouth because I have a cultivation of different nasty smells in there, all of which my mom would get pissed about and maybe even pass out from.

"Well, I'm gonna go to bed now honey, and tomorrow we'll party like it's nineteen ninety."
She said.
It didn't mean much to me but I am sure it meant something to her.
"I hope it's OK with you, I'm beat, especially with all the stress you gave me."

"It's OK mom, go sleep and I will be doing the same."
I said and she hugged me again and left for her room.
I was waiting for David to follow, especially when she called for him, but he just replied he'd be there in a minute and just stared at me, with a smile...
Is it possible?..
Is it possible that he might know?

Well, I went in my room shaking with fear, and then I thought...
"Well if he knows I'm gonna have to give him a good reason to keep his mouth shut, I have an idea or two in mind."

Oh and what I felt on my ass standing outside my house?

It's a piece of paper, with the days and hours Officer Stone is alone at his house.

THE END!