**Chapter 4: The Married Cop's First Corruption**
The slap still echoed in the small interrogation room. The female officer's cheek burned red where my palm had connected, her sharp hazel eyes blazing with pure fury. She was about to explode — mouth opening, hand already reaching for her baton — when her phone suddenly rang on the metal table.
She snatched it up, voice tight with rage. "Captain? Yes, I have the suspect in interrogation—"
The voice on the other end cut her off like a whip.
"You fucking bitch! Do you have any idea who you just arrested?! That's Alex Voss — the richest young master in this entire city! His mother owns half the damn police budget! If Elena Voss finds out her son is in your custody, the whole station will be fucked sideways! Apologize right now, you stupid cunt, or consider yourself fired!"
*Click.*
The line went dead.
The cop's face drained of all color. Sweat beaded on her forehead, her strict ponytail suddenly looking messy. Her wide, horror-filled eyes slowly turned to me. The powerful, no-nonsense policewoman who had dragged me in here like a criminal was gone. In her place stood a terrified, trembling milf who finally understood exactly how much trouble she was in.
She dropped to her knees instantly, the tight black police pants stretching obscenely over her fat ass. Her massive G-cup breasts heaved inside the strained white shirt as she bowed her head low.
"Young Master… forgive me," she whispered, voice cracking. "I didn't know it was you. Please… forgive this stupid bitch. I'll do anything. Just don't tell your mother. I have a husband… a family… please…"
Tears welled up in her eyes. She was almost crying now, hands clasped together like a prayer.
My cock throbbed so hard it hurt. Twelve thick inches of veiny meat strained against my pants, leaking pre-cum at the sight of this proud married milf broken on her knees in front of me.
I unzipped slowly, letting the massive cock spring free right in front of her face. It slapped heavily against her cheek, hot and heavy, the fat head already glistening.
"Suck it," I said, voice cold and commanding.
Her eyes widened in pure shock. "B-But Young Master… I'm a married woman. How can I… my husband—"
"Suck. It." I repeated, red eyes boring into hers.
She stared at the enormous cock for a long second, lips trembling. Then, with a broken little whimper, she leaned forward. Her soft, warm tongue hesitantly licked the underside of my shaft, tracing a thick vein from base to tip.
"Ahhh… that's it," I groaned, satisfaction flooding through me. "Keep going."
Tears slipped down her flushed cheeks as she licked again, longer this time, swirling her tongue around the swollen head. Her full red lips parted and she took the tip into her warm, wet mouth, sucking gently.
*Fuck.* The sight of this married cop milf on her knees, police uniform still on, sucking my cock while crying was pure heaven. Her massive tits strained the buttons of her shirt with every shaky breath.
"Is… is this enough, Young Master?" she asked weakly, pulling off for a second, saliva already dripping from her lips.
I grabbed a fistful of her long black ponytail and yanked her head forward. "Continue sucking until I say stop."
Then I thrust.
*Gawk—!*
Her eyes flew wide as I forced half my thick cock down her throat in one go. She gagged hard, throat convulsing around me, but I didn't let her pull back.
*Gawk—! Gawk—! Gawk—!*
Wet, sloppy choking sounds filled the interrogation room as I fucked her face. Saliva poured down her chin, dripping onto her massive cleavage. Her hands clutched my thighs, nails digging in, but she kept sucking, tongue working desperately under my shaft.
"Mmmph—! Hngh—! Gawk—!" Her moans vibrated around my cock, eyes watering, mascara running in black streaks down her cheeks. The strict policewoman was reduced to a drooling mess, throat bulging visibly every time I pushed deeper.
I held her head tight, hips snapping forward, using her married mouth like a cheap fleshlight. "That's right… suck your Young Master's cock like the whore you were always meant to be."
Her throat tightened even more, milking me. I could feel my balls tightening already, but I wasn't done. Not even close.
I suddenly pulled out with a wet *pop*, strings of saliva connecting her gasping lips to my glistening cock. She coughed hard, gasping for air, face a ruined, tear-streaked mess of lust and fear.
Before she could speak, I grabbed her by the collar and yanked her up, spinning her around and slamming her upper body down onto the metal interrogation table. Her fat ass jutted out perfectly, police pants stretched tight over those juicy cheeks.
"Ah—! What are you doing?!" she cried, voice hoarse. "Young Master, please—!"
I didn't answer with words. I grabbed the back of her uniform shirt and tore it open in one violent rip. Buttons flew everywhere. Her massive G-cup breasts spilled out heavily onto the cold table, nipples rock-hard and pink. I reached down and ripped her police pants and panties down to her knees in one motion.
There it was — her married pussy. Pink, puffy, and already dripping wet, glistening under the fluorescent lights. A thin string of her juices stretched down her thigh.
"Ahh—! Stop it, you monster! I'm a married woman! I have a husband—!" she begged, trying to push herself up.
"Who said you could talk, bitch?" I growled, slapping her fat ass hard enough to leave a red handprint. "Shut the fuck up and take what you deserve."
I lined up my massive cock against her soaked entrance and slammed in.
*THWACK—!*
"AHHHHH—!!" she screamed as all twelve thick inches stretched her tight married cunt in one brutal thrust. Her walls clenched around me like a vice, hot, wet, and pulsing. I could feel her cervix kissing the head of my cock.
"Fuuuuck… your pussy is gripping me so tight," I groaned, pulling back and slamming in again, harder. The table shook with every powerful thrust. Her massive tits squished against the metal surface, nipples dragging with every movement.
I reached around and grabbed two handfuls of those heavy breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples while I railed her from behind. The wet *slap-slap-slap* of my hips against her fat ass echoed loudly in the room, mixed with her broken moans and cries.
"You're… you're too big—! It's splitting me—! Ahh—! My husband has never… never fucked me like this—!" she wailed, but her hips were starting to push back against me, greedy for more.
I tore the rest of her uniform completely off her body, leaving her naked except for the police cap still somehow on her head and the pants tangled around her knees. Her long black hair spilled loose from the ponytail as I pounded her senseless.
Her pussy was creaming hard now — white frothy rings forming around the base of my cock with every deep thrust. Juices ran down her thick thighs onto the floor.
I leaned over her back, biting her shoulder hard while my hips kept hammering. "Say it. Tell me whose pussy this is now."
She was crying in pleasure, voice completely broken. "It's… it's yours—! This married pussy belongs to Young Master Alex—! Please—! Don't stop—!"
I felt the System ping in my head, but I ignored it. I was too busy destroying this milf's cunt, watching her fat ass ripple with every savage thrust, her huge tits bouncing wildly under her.
I was just getting started.