You pressed the button disregarding the man standing by the button and quickly moved back to rest your back against the railing of the elevator wall. Glancing his his direction, you noticed a smirk dance across the bellboy's face. "You chose quite the interesting floor. I hope you didn't come here to talk much." He laughed as the elevator came to a halt on your stop. "Should i have picked another one?" you asked hesitantly. "What did I say earlier? You choose the floor, it becomes yours. Now ma'am this is your stop." He pulled the gate open allowing you to step out jut before closing it again. You looked back at him as the elevator began to ascend before taking a step forward. The hall way was dark, the walls once bright red began to fade the further you traveled. Standing in front of the only door there, a bright red and blue police siren light adorn the top of the door frame. A sign read "Knock First" but you chose to ignore it, pressing the door open from its original cracked state. "Hello?" you called out taking a step inside.
Walking into the room you noticed the caution tape that wrapped its way around the window frames and the handcuffs that rested on both sides of the bed frame, the metal railings proving to be useful for something. The sheets were white with black stripes along the center as well as the matching pillow cases. This dude was a simple kind of guy you could only assume. The door creeked behind you as your breathing hitched. "You don't know how to read do you?" A deep male voice called out to you. Before you could speak, you could feel his breath on the back of your neck, allowing goosebumps to form. "Ex-excuse me" You stammered of course unintentionally, but you were nervous and had every right to be.
He grabbed the collar of your sweater pulling it off one side your shoulder before playfully kissing it. You shrugged away shyly falling onto the bed. Taking a quick glance at man standing in front of you, you were pleasantly surprised to notice how young he was. Couldn't be older then 19 years old, dressed in a full fledged police uniform, a night stick hanging from his side. "Let's get one thing clear, I'm not here to listen to your story, I could care less. If you want someone to talk to, wrong floor. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be held against you in the court of....well I guess my court. You don't get an attorney here and will not be appointed one. Anything you want to say before we get started?" He lifted his eye brow in amusement at the slightly disturbed look on your face.
"Actually" you responded timidly. "Spit it out?" he spoke, his voice deep and husky. "Can I....maybe....leave?" your voice trailed off as he closed the door locking it behind him and pulling the keys into his front pocket.
"There's only one way out of this floor and that's with this key. I've been meaning to use this night stick for a while now but no one has seemed suitable enough for it..." he began to examine the baton in his hands, sliding his hand up and down before he held it out to you. You were able to make out the numbers, 20110424, as he spoke, "Now shall we begin?" a devilish grin began to spread across his lips as he used the night stick to spread your legs further apart. You nodded your head in agreement as you watched him slowly pushed the leather skirt your best friend had convinced you to wear further up your body. He stared in admiration at your black laced thong and the music note tattoo that adorned your right hip.
He began to run the baton up and down your lace clad core, before he pulled it away, he held the baton close to his face as he examined it. Your juices glistened on the tip of the baton and you felt a bit of embarrassment run through you but it was quickly replaced with arousal as you watched the man before you lick the tip as he let out a throaty moan, "By far my sweetest client. As much as I love the black lace, I'd rather see your glistening pussy. Take them off kitten"
He watched you as you hooked your fingers in the band of you black lace panties, lifting your self up a bit to pull them down your legs. Sitting on the bed again, you spread your legs, allowing him to fully see you now. Head cocked to the side, baton still gripped in his hand, the man addressed you,"Have you ever been fucked by a baton before?" a smirk adorning his face as he began to kneel in front of you. A feeling of fear ran through you at the length and size of the baton. You had never been fucked by anything that size let alone something like that. Nervously you spoke, "N—No, I've never...Maybe we should do something else" You attempted to close your legs but the man's baton stopped them.
"This is my room kitten, not yours! I say what happens here and right now I would like to fuck your pretty pussy with my baton. I promise it won't hurt if that's what you're afraid of. I provide the utmost pleasure kitten, so just let go" he purred as he slowly moved your legs apart again. This was his job, you thought, as you began to give in to the handsome man before you.
The man let out a sigh of approval as he pulled a bottle of lube out of his back pocket. Pumping out a good amount onto the baton, he watched your every movement.
The way your back arched as you breathed deeply to calm your nerves, the way your chest rose and fell with every agonizing second that passed. He rubbed the tip of the baton back onto your soaked pussy, rubbing some of the lube on your entrance before slowly pushing the head of the baton into you. You could feel how tight you were around it, allowing yourself to adjust to the size before he pushed a little further. "There you go baby, nice and slow" His grin was beautiful, glaring brightly at you, he licked his lips as the baton pushed into as far as it could go. He pumped the baton in and out of you, slow at first but then picked up speed. Pressing his hand on your hip to keep them from rocking to much you could feel the knot in your stomach beginning to form . "Oh my god I'm almost there!" you called out to the officer.
He pulled the baton out leaving you hallow and wanting. "Not yet....not before I've gotten the chance to feel you." He was unbuckling his belt just enough to let it hang loosely in the pant holes, He unbuttoned his pants letting them pool at his ankles before pulling you up for your face to meet his freed erection. Tapping the tip along your bottom lip, you parted your mouth enough to allow him to slip between your teeth. He threw his head back in pleasure as he pumped himself with his free hand, rocking back and forth on his heels he moaned. "Your tongue works magic! By far the best I've ever had." his smile so genuinely plastered onto his face.
You began to move your tongue in small circles, rolling around the tip before taking him fully into your mouth. He began to thrust faster, his vein becoming more prevalent. He quickly pulled out without warning before pulling your legs to the edge of the bed. "I can't let you miss out on all the fun now can i?" He grabbed your wrist, rolling you onto your stomach before you made contact with the cold metal that hung from the pipes of the bedpost. "Cuffs?" you whispered trying to pry your hands free.
"Didn't I say you the the right to remain silent?" The man's voice husky and raw. You felt him slip his hand between your folds, rubbing small circles onto your clit with his thumb as he inserted his two digits into you. You threw your head back in pleasure, bringing your knees to your chest for doggy style. He watched as you stood there on all fours, your skirt pulled up to your chest as your ass stood clear in the air. He removed his fingers before inserting himself, slowly. Allowing you to adjust before completely pulling out and ramming back into you. He grabbed your ponytail, wrapping his hand around it before giving it a harsh tug. "Tonight, I want to fuck you like you've never been fucked before. I want you to scream when I tell you to...call me Sargent." The man's tongue licked the bottom of your earlobe making you shutter before ramming back into you.
This thrusts sent your body into a frenzy as he continued to move at a fast rhythmic pace. His hand still wrapped in your hair you began to scream. "Sargent...FUCK ME HARDER....Please" you called out to him before the finger that had once rubbed heavenly circles into your womanhood was now placed between your lips. "SUCK" he ordered from behind, not missing a beat. You did as you were commanded to do before you heard a loud slap sound just as you felt a sharp pain on your ass. You bit down harder on his finger as the next slap occurred. Surprised by your sudden arousal you could feel your climax approaching and you knew he was close to. Wrapping his hand around your ponytail again, he tugged harder, forcing you to look up at the siren light that flashed along the white painted ceiling.
His once sharp movements had slowed down slightly and became erratic. "I want you to look at me..." His voice low and horse as you felt the knot in your abdomen become even more harsh. Suddenly your orgasm ripped though your body as your knees grew weak. He continued to ram into you as you rode out your high before he quickly pulled out of you, moving around to the front of the bed. "Open your mouth for daddy" he spoke, pumping himself a few times as he did so. Suddenly he released onto your face, as you felt the hot liquid drip into your mouth, you licked at it, never breaking eye contact.
"You are by far the sexiest client i have ever had. My name is Jungkook and this is my floor. Stop by anytime...free of charge for now on." His smile was toothy but sunny. You could tell he was being sincere but before you had the opportunity to speak, he release your wrists and handed you a towel. Walking to the door, he stopped. "Hmmm.." he purred before removing the key from his pocket and unlocking the door. "No one ever got as far as knowing my name...Here I'm just a floor.... Six.... they call me six... hmmm...Why'd I even tell you my name...Anyways the next show is about to start, care to join?"
