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. -end- More stories by Philip Harris can be found on /~pharris/.