**Chapter 5: The Cop Milf's Total Breakdown**
Her married pussy was clenching so hard around my cock it felt like it was trying to milk me dry already. I had Officer Mia Kane — 36-year-old, married, mother of two — bent over the cold metal interrogation table like a cheap whore, her torn police uniform hanging off her shoulders, massive G-cup tits squished flat against the surface. Her fat ass rippled with every savage thrust as I pounded her from behind.
"Fuuuuck—! Young Master—! It's too deep—! You're hitting my womb—!" she screamed, voice cracking. Tears streamed down her flushed face, mascara running in black rivers, but her hips were slamming back against me, greedy for every inch.
I gripped her wide hips harder, fingers digging bruises into her soft flesh, and railed her even faster. The wet *SLAP-SLAP-SLAP* of my heavy balls smacking her clit echoed off the walls. Her pussy was a soaked, creamy mess — white froth coating my thick 12-inch shaft with every brutal stroke.
"You're crying already, Officer? Look at you — proud married cop turned into a drooling cocksleeve in five minutes," I growled, leaning over her back and biting her neck. "Your husband could never fuck you like this, could he?"
"N-No—! Ahh—! He's never… never made me feel this full—! I'm losing my mind—!" she wailed, body shaking violently as another orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy spasmed wildly, squirting clear girl-cum down her thighs and onto the floor.
I didn't slow down. I flipped her onto her back on the table, hooked her long legs over my shoulders, and folded her in half. The new angle let me slam even deeper, battering her cervix with every thrust. Her massive tits bounced wildly, nipples rock-hard and begging.
"Cry louder, bitch. Let the whole station hear what a whore you really are," I snarled, pounding her senseless.
She was completely broken now — eyes rolled back, tongue lolling out in full ahegao, tears pouring down her cheeks while she screamed in pure ecstasy. "Cumming—! I'm cumming again—! Young Master's cock is ruining me—! Please—! Don't stop—!"
I felt her walls flutter and clamp down like a vice one more time. That was it. I pulled out suddenly, flipped her over again, and pressed the fat head of my cock against her tight, virgin asshole.
"Wait—! Not there—! I've never—! My husband never—!" she begged, panic mixing with desperate lust.
I didn't care. I spat on her puckered hole and slammed in.
"AHHHHHHHH—!!" she screamed as her ass stretched wide around my massive cock. The tight ring of muscle gave way inch by inch until I was buried balls-deep in her virgin asshole.
"Fuuuuck… so tight," I groaned, starting to thrust slow and deep at first, letting her feel every vein. Then I sped up, pounding her ass like I owned it.
Mia's cries turned into broken sobs of pleasure. "It hurts—! It feels so good—! I'm crying—! Young Master—! I'm crying from your cock in my ass—! Harder—! Please—!"
Her fat ass jiggled violently with every thrust. I reached around and rubbed her swollen clit furiously while I reamed her asshole. She came again — harder than before — squirting all over the table, body convulsing, ass clamping down on my cock like it never wanted to let go.
I couldn't hold back anymore. I buried myself to the hilt in her ass and exploded.
Thick, hot ropes of cum blasted deep into her bowels, filling her up until it started leaking out around my shaft in creamy white streams. I kept thrusting through my orgasm, making sure every drop stayed inside her.
Finally I pulled out with a wet *pop*. Cum poured from her gaping asshole and ruined pussy onto the floor.
I grabbed her hair and yanked her off the table, forcing her down onto her knees in front of me.
"Clean it," I ordered coldly.
Still crying, face ruined, body trembling, she opened her mouth and took my cum-covered cock between her glossy lips. She sucked obediently — tongue swirling, throat working, cleaning every inch of her own ass and pussy juices mixed with my seed.
*Gawk… gawk… gawk…*
"Good girl," I praised, then pulled out and started slapping my heavy, wet cock across her tear-streaked face — left, right, left, right — leaving shiny streaks of cum and spit on her cheeks and lips.
I snatched her phone from the table, unlocked it with her fingerprint while she was still dazed, and dialed my own number. I saved it under "Young Master Alex" and handed the phone back.
"From today onwards," I said, voice low and dangerous, "if you want to keep this job — and your husband from finding out what a anal-slut you are — you will come crawling whenever I call. Understand?"
She nodded frantically, cum still dripping from her chin. "Y-Yes, Young Master… whenever you call… I'll crawl…"
**[Milf Corruption System Notification]**
**[Officer Mia Kane – Corruption Level: 62%]
[Rewards Unlocked:]
• +40 Stamina
• +30 Strength
• Cock Thickness Permanently Increased
• New Skill: "Milf Command" – Any corrupted milf will obey your orders instantly
• Bonus: Mia's pussy and ass are now permanently more sensitive and addicted to your cock]**
I smirked, zipped up, and walked out of the interrogation room like nothing happened. The station was dead quiet — no one dared look at me.
Outside, my phone rang. It was Lisa.
"Young Master, are you alright? I already called the police captain the second I heard. They should be groveling by now."
I laughed. "Nah, thanks Lisa. I'm perfectly fine. Did you send the employee files?"
"Yes, Master. Check your phone. Everything is there."
I slid into my Lamborghini, engine roaring to life, and opened the files while the car idled. Hundreds of profiles — every woman working at Mom's company. I scrolled slowly, cock still half-hard from the cop's holes.
Then I saw her.
Sarah Bennett. 34 years old. Marketing manager. Married for 12 years to her husband, David Bennett — same company, lower position. Her profile picture made my cock twitch again: long auburn hair, mature beautiful face, massive H-cup breasts barely contained in her office blouse, wide hips, and a fat ass that screamed "breed me." Her husband's photo was right next to hers — average, boring, nothing special.
A creepy, dark smile spread across my face. *Perfect.*
I dialed David's number immediately.
"Mr. Bennett? This is Alex Voss. Meet me at the café across from the company in fifteen minutes. Don't be late."
I hung up before he could answer and sped off.
Fifteen minutes later I was sitting in the quiet corner of the upscale café, sipping expensive coffee. David walked in looking nervous, adjusting his tie. He spotted me and hurried over.
"Young Master Alex… you called for me?" he asked, voice shaky.
I leaned back, red eyes gleaming. "I heard something from my mother yesterday. You're about to be fired."
His face drained of all color. He looked like he might faint. "W-What do you mean, Young Master? I've been with the company for years—"
I cut him off with a cold smile. "You and your wife have been in the same position for years. My mother decided Sarah works better than you. There's no need for the extra burden. So… you're out."
David's knees gave out. He dropped right there in the café, kneeling in front of my table like a beggar.
"Young Master… please… help me," he begged, voice cracking. "I have a mortgage… kids… I can't lose this job. I'll do anything. Please…"
I looked down at the pathetic man, my creepy smile widening.
"Well, well… look at this. There *is* only one way I can help you."
His eyes lit up with desperate hope. "Yes, Young Master! Just say it! I'll do anything!"
I leaned forward, voice low and filthy.
"Let me fuck your wife."
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