I fucked the cop who saved me from my ex (f19/m19/m29)

Now for context, I’m about to describe a rough roleplay (CNC) that I was totally into, so trigger warning. Everything was above board and consensual.

I broke up with my bf 6 months ago, but he’s stayed obsessed with me. I’ve caught him stalking me, looking through my window and even had underwear go missing from my car… hmmm I wonder who that could’ve been.

But honestly, I love the attention and one day when he felt guilty and asked me I told him as much. But I made it clear he was just sexual attention for me, we’d never be back together and he agreed.

This all came to a head last week. I was out in a run in a pretty sexy skin tight track bottoms and a zip up jacket. I LOVE how it shows my body off.

I was running when I noticed a van driving slowly near me. I turned a corner, and it followed. I was getting a little freaked out until I noticed who was driving it, my ex.

I smiled, and honestly it was a turn on, so I lowered my bottoms a bit to show off some underwear and made t sure to shake my ass as i ran. I turned again and he was mesmerised. At that point I turned waved him goodbye with a wink and cut through a park, I’ve got to keep him keeen.

Yet, as I reached the other exit, there he was. I normally wouldn’t give him the time of day but honestly I was kinda impressed that he’d gotten around the park so quick. So I heard him out. He told me he had a gift for me in his van, so I followed.

When we got there he asked me before opening the door, what colour is the sky. Now this was our code for starting CBC when we were together. “Yellow” I replied, giving him the go ahead to use me however he saw fit, no matter how much I resisted.

I stepped up into the van, already wet from the chase and the codeword.

There was a plain black gift box sitting in the bed of the van. He nodded at it. “Open it.”

I lifted the lid. Nestled in tissue paper: a pair of pink furry handcuffs, the same ones we used to use at his.

“Put them on,” he said, voice low. “Then cuff yourself to that bar.” He pointed at the metal rail running along the ceiling.

I laughed nervously, playing it up. “No please. Anything but this”

“Do it.” Sharper this time. The tone that used to make my knees weak. Fuck I wanted him so bad right now. I can’t believe I’m writing that.

I hesitated, bit my lip, reached up, looped the chain over the bar and cuffed myself. Arms stretched above my head, body arched, jacket riding up to show the strip of bare stomach. Exposed. Helpless. Exactly how I wanted to feel.

He stepped in close, and started to kiss my neck and run his hands up and down my body, he was hungry. He’d not had me in months and now wanted to make a meal of me. His hands slid up my sides, found the zipper of my jacket, started dragging it down slowly. I wasn’t wearing a bra, I couldn’t wait for him to see but I squirmed, half-whimpering “no… wait…”

All of a sudden my ex was suddenly ripped backward out of the van. I heard him grunt and an impact land. “Come here you cunt!” Someone shouted

I twisted to look. A uniformed police had my ex in a firm grip, and spun him around to cuff him to the nearest lamppost. My ex was trying to explain but how could you explain something like that lmao. I just looked on. Honestly the idea of being saved turns me on so much, and so does the idea of cucking, so this whole situation was just making me more wet.

The officer turned back to me, eyes flicking over my cuffed wrists, my half unzipped jacket which was now showing a lot of cleavage.

“You okay, ma’am?” He asked as he came in and started to undo my cuffs.

I didn’t answer with words. I was so overcome with adrenaline and raw lust that the second he undid them I grabbed his face and kissed. I couldn’t believe what I’d done so we both froze for a second, but when he didn’t pull back I pulled him in again kissing harder.

I pulled him into the van and got on top, I took off his hat and put it on, before undoing my jacket to let my tits fall. His hands found them straight away and I moaned as he explored me while I grinded on him.

I broke the kiss just long enough to glance over at my ex chained to the post, eyes wide, cock probably straining in his jeans despite everything. I blew him a slow, mocking kiss, then kicked the van door shut with my foot.

I turned and got back on top of him. Our hands explored everywhere his all over my ass and tits as I undid his belt. I shoved his uniform pants down just enough. He was big. I lined him up and he slid right in and I rode him in cowgirl. I was moaning so loudly hoping my ex could hear. He sat up and alternated kissing my neck and my tits.

He fucked me like he was claiming me, like my ex was nothing but background noise. I came first. I was shaking and my heart was racing but he didn’t miss a beat. He waited till I was done then pushed me off him and bent me over. He went in from behind and fucked me doggy and I told him he could so he didn’t hesitate to fill me up.

We caught our breath cuddling, sweaty in euphoria. Eventually his radio buzzed and we started to get dressed.

“That thing with him was all consensual by the way,” I said, voice husky. “CNC thing. He’s harmless. Just obsessed.”

The officer raised an eyebrow, then laughed. “I should probably let him go then”

My ex was on the post as we hopped out the van. I now looked wayyy more disheveled than when I went in, and I left my hoodie half zipped, to show even more of my cleavage off.

I told the officer to give me his phone and he did. I put my number in and jokingly said “Thanks for the save, officer.” I kissed his lips as I handed his phone back, just wanting my ex to see.

“Anytime” he laughed. I blew a kiss to my ex then jogged home.

Best run I’ve had in months.