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🕑 Added 2020-08-14 01:00:01 +0000 UTC
Officer Nicole Haught didn’t know what the hell she was doing. One minute, she was crushing on Waverly Earp, hard. The next, she was fucking Wynonna Earp in the ass. Even fucking someone other than Waverly would’ve been pretty bad, when they were in this holding pattern of both being kinda single and kinda interested, but fucking Waverly’s sister? Nicole didn’t think that ‘you were really dragging your feet on asking me out’ would quite cover it. If only Wynonna were her stepsister or her adopted sister or something.
But she couldn’t just give up on Waverly. She was half in love with her. She couldn’t switch teams to Wynonna, even if Wynonna were good girlfriend material, or interested in any kind of long-term—
Nicole’s phone buzzed. Automatically, since it could be work, she fetched it from her pocket, opened it up, and—
There was Wynonna Earp’s ass. Nicole should know, she had been the one to stretch it out like that.
Nicole hurriedly powered down her phone and thrust it back into her pocket. Girlfriend material or not, now Wynonna was sexting her. With Nicole in the middle of Shorty’s, waiting for the courage to ask Waverly out to be in one of the shots she was guzzling down.
When Nicole’s phone buzzed again, she ignored it. She had to focus on Waverly. She loved Waverly, not Wynonna.
But no matter how many shots she did, she couldn’t stop thinking of that photo. Nicole found herself getting excited. She had never looked at any kind of dirty pictures before. Too closeted as a teenager to even pick up a Maxim, and then in college, she’d late-bloomed so hard that she fortunately could get the real thing.
Hell, she could’ve worked her way through a certain sorority if that wouldn’t have been far too more trouble than it was worth. Southern belles.
But somehow, Wynonna Earp was more of a temptation than all of them put together.
With a last doleful look at Waverly, who might as well not know she existed, Nicole made her way to the back of the bar and slipped into a booth. There, she took out her phone. Her hands trembled as she unlocked it.
Haven’t been able to sit right since last night, Wynonna said in the attached message. Or shit right.
Nicole frowned through her tiny laugh. “You’re so gross, Wynonna.”
Then she checked the next message. It took her breath away. The photo this time was of Wynonna leaning against the wall of her bathroom, taking a picture in the mirror. She was dressed immaculately except that her blouse was open all the way down to the bottom. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her nicely svelte breasts showed plainly.
Nicole found herself trembling, a tingle in her sex. She hadn’t actually gotten to strip Wynonna naked, be skin against skin with her in a nice big bed. The picture reawakened her desire for that. As much as Wynonna’s body was made for hard and fast fucks in backalleys and bathrooms, part of Nicole wanted her in a bed, candlelight, rose petals, her mouth tasting of expensive wine.
“What’ve you got there?” Waverly Earp asked, coming over with a pitcher of water, and Nicole turned her phone over and slammed it into the tabletop so hard she immediately worried she’d broken the glass.
“Nothing. Nothing!” Nicole said hurriedly as Waverly poured her a glass of water. “Just… police business. Can’t talk about it. You know how it is.”
“Sure. You know. If it’s not weird or, uh, Earp-y.”
“Not weird or Earp-y,” Nicole promised, lying through her teeth.
Her phone buzzed again.
At least it wasn’t broken.
“Aren’t you going to get that?” Waverly asked.
“It can wait.”
“Your police business?”
“No, my sister’s had the whole family in a group chat about her new baby, so they’re texting all over the place—”
“Aww.” Waverly hugged the water pitcher to her chest. “I love babies. Can I see?”
“No. Not this one. It’s an ugly baby. Ugly.”
“Probably a good idea for you to slow down on the shots,” Waverly said slowly. “I’ll be by with some more water when you’re on the bottom of that glass.”
“Okay,” Nicole said. “Thanks.”
She left. Nicole felt like an addict, trying not to turn the phone over, trying to wait until Waverly was well and truly gone at least, but she found herself counting Waverly’s steps until she had the booth to herself and she twisted the phone around…
Another picture of Wynonna. She was sitting on the couch in the homestead, now completely naked. Only her panties were on. Now she was using some kind of camera with a digital timer, because she was looking right at Nicole seductively, licking her lips with the tip of her pink tongue.
The attached text said: Text me back or I won’t send anymore. I am NOT some thot that gets left on read!
“I can’t believe this,” Nicole said softly. “Wynonna Earp knows what a thot is…”
She typed, keeping it simple—probably the best course of action when dealing with Wynonna: I want to see more.
Wynonna texted back immediately: What am I, your bitch? ;)
“Jesus, the winking smiley,” Nicole moaned. She found herself typing like she couldn’t stop: You’d better be. I’d hate to think you come that hard for just anybody.
Maybe I do. Maybe I’m just a nasty slut.
Nicole’s skin felt itchy, her mouth dry. She shouldn’t be falling this hard for Wynonna’s lines, especially when Wynonna wasn’t even there to deliver them in person!
How nasty can you be when you’ve only sent me three pictures?
Do you really want to see more or do you just want me to do what you say like a good little bitch?
“Fuck,” Nicole breathed. She really wanted to get her hands on Wynonna—slap her palm into that tight little ass until she’d left it in flames. If you were my bitch, I’d have better things to order you to do than send me your glamour shots.
Another immediate text back. Why the fuck was it that Waverly barely knew she existed and Wynonna was practically calling her mistress? Tell me I’m pretty.
Your ass is pretty.
Good. That’s the part I want you to fuck. And there was a picture attached. Finally.
Wynonna was on her hands and knees, looking over her shoulder. Her creamy ass was shown completely, right down to the wet hair between her legs. Wynonna liked to be seen as much as Nicole liked to look at her.
Nicole narrowed her eyes and tightened her lips, her suffering hardly relieved by the new glimpse at Wynonna’s nudity. This one had been taken more recently than the opening salvo. Wynonna’s anus was almost entirely closed up. Nicole wondered if that was some Earp Heir healing, because the way she’d fucked Wynonna, she could’ve sworn that asshole was ruined for life. Should’ve been ruined for life.
That asshole just should not be closed, she typed in a frenzy. If it’s closed, I should be fucking it again.
My thoughts exactly, Wynonna texted back. Nicole could just see her smirk. I’m in the bathroom if you’re ready to do something about my nice, tight asshole. Or you could moon over my sister some more. But you know what they say. An Earp in the ass is worth two in the bush.
Nicole rolled her eyes. That didn’t even make a saying.
She went straight to the bathroom. Thankfully, it was next to deserted. Aside from the Earps, Shorty’s didn’t see much popularity with the fairer sex, at least outside of the weekend cattle call.
Wynonna Earp was waiting for her next to the handicapped stall, dressed in her usual mix of butch and slutty. She held a vibrator and a bottle of lube in her hands. “See you got my text,” she purred.
“Put those on top of the changing station,” Nicole said seriously. “I brought my own.”
She took her nightstick out of her belt. As it wasn’t like she ever needed to really use it, she’d long ago gotten a model with straps at the handle. She stepped into them, pulling the nightstick up to be harnessed at her groin
“Now bend over the toilet with your ass in the air. And you’d better not be wearing panties.”
“Do I ever?” Wynonna quipped, doing as Nicole said with a climax of insouciantly flipping her skirt up over her ass.
Nicole took her lube from one of the million loops on her police belt, where it looked like it could be just a bottle of pepper spray—she checked the label to make sure it wasn’t. Meanwhile, Wynonna lay her belly on the closed lid of the toilet, stretching her hands out to the wall on either side of the cistern and opening her legs as wide as they could go.
Nicole took a good look at Wynonna’s ass—the cell phone photos had whetted her appetite, since they couldn’t truly capture just how nice, how top-shelf, Wynonna’s ass really was. Her buttocks were spread, highlighting the curviness of the soft and silky looking flesh. The groove between them was long, narrow, and dark, dominated by the perfect circle of tight pink muscle that led inside. Wynonna reached behind herself to make it look even better, putting her cheeks together, then pulling them out to reveal how her sphincter flexed needfully open.
“Nice,” the redhead said, pouring the uncapped lube into her hand.
She spread the lubricating oil between Wynonna’s buttocks, neatly filling the valley and then rubbing it in with two fingers. When Nicole came to Wynonna’s anus, she shoved her middle finger inside. She didn’t care how it felt for Wynonna. She simply wanted to get started on destroying that tight little hole. She wiggled her finger inside and then started tugging it in different directions, loosening the tight muscle all around it.
“Oooh, Officer Haught!” Wynonna gasped. “You treat that hole like you own it. You gonna let it close up again this time?”
Nicole pushed her finger all the way into Wynonna’s ass, feeling the humid heat of being crushed under all her supple flesh, and she stirred the taut muscle around her finger, smearing it with lubricant. “Maybe,” she hummed. “Maybe I like opening you up all over again. If you didn’t love taking my fat strap up your ass, you wouldn’t have texted me, would you?”
Wynonna rocked her hips, giving Nicole’s finger a squeeze. “Yeah, but I don’t just want you to finger my ass. I want you to make me come.”
Nicole put the bottle of lubricant on top of the toilet paper dispenser. “I’m going to put my strap up your ass and we’ll see if that makes you come. Either way, you can forget about sitting right for the next few days.”
“Try it,” Wynonna said. “I love having a nice gape to remind me that I’m your bitch.”
“Who says I want you?” Nicole retorted, truly unsure where all of this was coming from. She guessed Wynonna just really was a freak, determined to pull out all the stops to have another anal fuck like she’d gotten last time.
Nicole leaned close to Wynonna’s soft ass and placed the nightstick between the two fleshy halves of that ripe peach. Wynonna’s flesh was slippery with lubricant and Nicole’s strap-on slid around between her buttocks, all of its length surrounded by skin. Nicole rolled her hips, moving the strap-on up and down in Wynonna’s crevice, sliding into all the space between her cheeks.
“Mmmm!” Wynonna moaned in a whisper. “That’s a good start, but there’s a perfectly good vibrator you’re not using.”
“Okay, fuck it, let’s see how much of a slut you really are.” Nicole pulled back, picking up the vibrator from the diaper changing station and turning it on.
It vibrated with a steady whirr. The batteries were fresh and the soft plastic tip quivered as if in readiness. She ran it between Wynonna’s buttocks.
“Oooh, good,” Wynonna sighed. “That’s so fucking hot, Officer.” She hugged the base of the toilet, lifting her ass into the air to make it easier for Nicole to sodomize her. “Now really put it in there.”
“You know, it’s ironic that this comes up while I’m playing with your ass, but you’re really getting up close and personal with that toilet.”
“Relax, will you? Waverly cleaned it like ten minutes ago. And if you think I like getting anal…”
“Just for that joke,” Nicole said threateningly, and pushed it against Wynonna’s sex, Wynonna cooing as the vibrator made her juices fairly leap out of her.
Her victim shook her hips from side to side, moaning in enjoyment, clearly loving having the dildo’s vibrations far inside her. “Fuck, it’s doing me just right!” Wynonna keened. “That’s it! Like that!”
Nicole prodded inside her with the vibrator, pushing it against the top of her cunt where her clit was on the other side. Wynonna gasped and mewled as Nicole rubbed the vibrator there, until her entire ass was quivering and red, her hips shaking needfully. She was a woman that desperately wanted to be fucked.
“My asshole’s too empty, baby,” Wynonna moaned. “How about some cock, huh? How about you fuck this ass instead of just playing with it?”
“Jesus,” Nicole muttered, holding the vibrator to Wynonna’s pussy as her other hand lifted the strap-on to Wynonna’s asshole. She pushed forward with her hips, sliding the dildo into Wynonna’s tight hole.
Wynonna gasped as her cheeks spread, groaning and panting as the strap-on went deeper and deeper. Despite appearances, she was still somewhat broken in from the last time Nicole had sodomized her. The strap-on was soon all the way inside her rectum. And Nicole still played the vibrator against Wynonna’s cunt.
Being fucked in the ass and the pussy at the same time made Wynonna so aroused that only Nicole’s dominance could keep her in place—the policewoman kicked Wynonna’s legs out from under her when she tried to shift her position.
“Uh-uh, bitch, you aren’t going anywhere!” Nicole husked. “Stay where you belong and take your medicine!”
Wynonna’s body quivered with rapture. She had Nicole’s thick strap-on in her ass and a vibrator at her cunt. She didn’t know how she could be any more Nicole’s bitch than she was now.
“Oh God!” Wynonna cried out, even more excited now that Nicole had truly started to dominate her. “Fuck me hard, Officer! Fuck me really hard! Fuck me hard enough to kill me!”
Nicole cocked her hips and slammed them into Wynonna’s splayed buttocks, bringing her groin flush with Wynonna’s ass. Wynonna’s skin was soft against her loins. Her sphincter was tight but loosening around the thick and oiled strap-on.
“Oh fuck! Officer fucking Haught!” Wynonna moaned. “You’re really fucking me with that thing! Oh God, you’re really making me your bitch! Keep going! Keep fucking me! This asshole is all yours!”
“You think I don’t know that?” Nicole spat in reply. “Don’t tell me what to do, slut. I’ll fuck you however I want, whenever I want. I don’t give a shit how you feel about it.”
While Wynonna was swooning over that display of domination, almost cackling about it her grin was so wide, Nicole pulled the strap-on from her anus and replaced it with the vibrator, which she pushed in to the hilt. Its joyful tremors went deep into Wynonna’s body, seeming to electrify her bowels.
“Fuck my asshole!” Wynonna cried out, tears of pleasure running from her eyes. “Fuck my fucking asshole already!”
Before Wynonna could grow too used to that, though, Nicole pulled the vibrator away and dropped it to the ground. It buzzed away on the tile as Nicole pried apart Wynonna’s buttocks to admire the ‘work in progress’—Wynonna’s asshole, splayed but trying to pull together, to close despite the abuse that had gone into drawing it open. Nicole gave it one gigantic thrust, in one stroke both entering and filling Wynonna’s rectum up to her bowels.
“Oooh, shit!” Wynonna panted. “That’s it! Oh, fucking Christ! Oh my God! Hnnngh!”
Nicole held onto Wynonna’s waist with her hands and jammed in hard with her pelvis. Her strap-on pinned Wynonna down to the toilet she was bent over. Now, relishing her supremacy as if drunk on Wynonna’s eagerly offered submission, Nicole reached underneath Wynonna’s body and palmed her supple breasts. The nipples were stiff as nails and her tits themselves were sweating with feverish heat. Nicole kneaded them in her fingers as she ass-fucked Wynonna, until even the great and mighty Earp Heir couldn’t take anymore.
“Oh shit!” Wynonna gasped. “I’m coming! Fucking finish me off, baby, I’m coming!”
Nicole pounded herself into Wynonna, hammered her strap-on into Wynonna’s ass, until Wynonna went all wet and juicy, a puddle of flesh that would’ve fallen off the toilet to the floor if Nicole hadn’t caught her. She picked Wynonna up only to plop her back down on the toilet seat, straddling it this time, able to stay vaguely upright as she leaned against the cistern.
“Dirty bitch,” Nicole breathed. “You’re such a dirty little bitch. You actually wanted that—be fucked up the ass in a public restroom—you dirty fucking bitch, you enjoyed that!”
“Well, fuck, Officer,” Wynonna replied, short on breath herself. “Someone should. It’s not like you’re getting anywhere with Waverly. Nice of me to make sure you stay in practice just in case that big dummy ever makes a pass at you.”
“Jesus.” Nicole shook her head. “You’re such an asshole.”
“Don’t pretend you haven’t been getting off on the fact that I’m Waverly’s sister. Come on. Were you imagining I was her or was just fucking her sister enough for you? Bet it was the second one. Admit it, you liked getting back at her for not taking you to the spring formal.”
“God, shut up!” Nicole stepped forward, grabbing Wynonna’s head and forcing her well-used strap-on to Wynonna’s lips. “Suck it. If you don’t have anything nice to say, you can just suck.”
Wynonna opened her mouth and happily resolved herself to being as much Nicole’s oral bitch as she’d been her anal slut. Nothing went with the four beers she’d had like some totally fucked-up fucking. As long as her life was unfilmed reality TV, she might as well enjoy the train wreck. Someone should, in lieu of an audience getting to watch.
***
Waverly Earp felt guilty about following Nicole into the bathroom, even before she saw anything. Because what was she trying to see, after all? Nicole Haught and her sister fucking away like she’d thought she’d seen in the police station before she got scared and ran away? That was just… wrong. Wrong of her to even think about, much less try to see. Yet she ended up in the toilet stall beside the handicapped one, listening to Nicole and Wynonna… do what they did.
At first she hugged herself, as though she could hold in whatever it was she was feeling and not let it come to the surface, resolve itself into whatever it was threatening to become. It made her shiver, feeling how sensitive her own breasts were against her arms.
She moved them—running her hands softly down her belly, her groin, where she imagined Nicole’s strap-on was as she fucked Wynonna. It made her feel lightheaded, so it was like Waverly wasn’t aware of her own actions as she reached into her pants and curled her fingers around her naked sex. Then she clamped her thighs tightly around her hand in turn, as if holding it there to squeeze and fondle the engorged lips of her cunt. She felt them shudder and swell, mirroring the sensations Waverly felt screaming through her mind.
Waverly fell gently onto her ass atop the closed toilet. Her legs spread automatically, like her body was giving her fingers permission to do what they immediately did—roaming up and down her slippery pussy, making Waverly moan but not too loudly. She wasn’t in any state to think of avoiding discovery, she just didn’t want to block out any of the noises of what Nicole was doing to her sister.
Experimentally, Waverly pressed the pad of her finger into the soft, slippery folds that waited inside her labia. Her finger seemed to slip inside of its own accord. She felt a twinge of pain, probably because she was so tensed up with the sheer wrongness of everything, but even that spoke of how intense the sensations could become down there. It clearly hurt for Wynonna, taking something up her ass, yet it must’ve been the most wonderful thing in the world for Wynonna to still be begging to be fucked there.
It had been quiet for a while now in the other stall, which Waverly had barely noticed, absorbed in the beginnings of her own masturbation. Now she had something like a giggle. A sweet, Officer Haught giggle.
Waverly stood up, her hand still protectively covering her sex. She climbed up onto the toilet seat. And, standing on top of it, she looked over the stall partition to see Officer Nicole Haught laugh at the fact that she was facefucking Wynonna Earp.
