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Chapter 2, A Group Grope

     Truth be told (although it never would be) I was enjoying my time with Yan.  He was good to me.  He fed me well.  He brought me a new dress which was very thoughtful.  And the sex with him was great.  Constant and great.  He was always interested in a quickie in the morning.  When he returned with our morning meal, he liked me to give some oral attention to his cock.  And then in the afternoon or early evening he would spend an hour or more pounding me in different positions. 

     I had never tried all these different positions but each one felt good.  I liked it rough and hard.  I liked him.  He was clean and kind to me.  And he was gentle until it came to giving me pleasure.  It was as though he knew how I liked it even though we spoke different languages.

     We had been together for a week.  I never left the hut although I did peek out the door often.  Then one morning he motioned for me to go out with him.  I was just wearing my dress.  It was hot and it wasn’t my time of the month and so I passed on putting on my chemise undergarment.  We walked all around the camp.  It was almost as if Yan was showing me off.  In the sunlight my dress was partially transparent.  He seemed proud of me and I got a lot of admiring looks from the men as we passed.

     We stopped next to a group of men who had another woman from the village that I knew.  Her name was Katherine but she went by Kate and she seemed to have settled in with this group of men.  I said hi to her but the man whose lap she was sitting on put his hand on her cheek turning her face to him and saying something in his Norse language to her.  She was wearing a dress that had been cut off at the top of her thighs.  She sat with her back to me and the man had one arm around her and the other rubbing her breasts.

     While Yan talked to the men, I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful Kate was.  She was a couple of years older than me.  She seemed comfortable on the man’s lap and as he massaged her breasts she leaned forward and kissed him on the ear like they were lovers.  I guess they were, sort of.  Her long brown hair cascaded down her back and her shoulders. 

     The men were all sitting in a circle around a smoldering fire pit.  Animal skins were spread around behind them.  Most of the men apparently slept outside and there were just a few huts spread around the clearing.  These men didn’t seem to be as clean as Yan either.  They were almost all bearded and looked rather scraggly compared to the neatly trimmed and daily washed man she was lucky enough to be with.

     The men stopped talking and Yan came over to me and said, “Bo med dem!  Bo!” 

     He grabbed my arm and pushed me into the circle, repeating the phrase, especially the word, “bo.”  He pushed me again when I gave him a quizzical look.  And then he grabbed Kate and said, “Come,” to her.  That word I understood.  There was no objection from the man who owned the lap she was sitting in.  In fact, he helped to lift her into Yan’s arms.

     As I watched Yan walk away with Kate, I knew what the men had been discussing, I knew a trade of some sort had been made but I wasn’t anxious to give up my bear of a man so easily.  I started to follow him and was quickly grabbed by one of the men in the circle.  He tossed me back into the center.  I looked around and saw a number of men smiling lecherously at me.  I started to run but another man caught me, and laughingly threw me on the ground in the middle again.  I stood up and backed away slightly.

     I felt a hand roughly grab my ass and pulled.  When I turned toward him, he tried to grab my arm but I was too quick.  Someone from behind grabbed me by the waist and pulled me into his lap.  I screamed.  The men laughed.  I tried to wriggle free of his grasp and he used my twisting motion to rub my ass against his lap.  I heard him make cooing noises as though I was pleasuring him.  He reached up and pulled the straps of my dress down around my elbows.  When he let go of my hips, I was able to stand up. 

     A couple of the men had stood up.  I tried to return the straps back to my shoulders, but their hands grabbed my arms preventing me from doing so.  While my arms were held, another removed my dress.  Like Yan, these men were much bigger and stronger than me and it seemed to take no effort on their part to remove my dress.  My nakedness was greeted with hoots and unintelligible words but I could tell they all liked what they saw. 

     They all closed in around me.  Not only did they like what they saw, it looked like they all wanted me at once.  I tried to stop them as hands began to paw at my breasts and grab my ass.  I started to slap at them and elbow them but they just laughed and continued to invade my body.  Someone grabbed my hair and pulled hard lifting me momentarily off the ground.  Another hand found its way between my legs, and my twisting legs.  As I pulled my ass away, hands found their way into my most intimate area.

     “Honar vat!”  the man with his hands in my crotch said.  The men laughed.

     “Stop.  Please stop,” I whined meekly.  They laughed again.  I must have had about eight hands on me.  I could feel their calluses and their fingernails, scratching my back, slapping my ass, poking in my holes, pulling my hair.  One of the men seemed to enjoy kissing me and ran his scraggly beard all along my neck and cheeks.  He smelled of sweat and dirt.  Another kept slapping my ass making me jump from the sharp pain.  I think this was the same man who held my hair in his other hand.  Another slapped both of my inner thighs making me open them so he could dig deeper into my pussy with his fingers.

     Someone behind us yelled something in Norse and there was a momentary pause in the action.  The men turned me to face the man whose lap Kate had been on.  He was standing in front of the stump he was using for a chair and taking down his pants.  He repeated his command and motioned for me to come to him.  The man holding my hair and another grabbing my arm led me over to him.  His pants were on the ground and he was naked below his waist with his long hard cock pointing at me in front of him.  The men pushed me to my knees roughly and positioned my head in front of his rigid cock.  I opened my mouth and the man holding me by the hair pushed my mouth over his cock but it was too deep and too fast and I gagged.  I thought I was going to throw up. 

     The man holding my hair was not stopping just because I gagged.  Using my hair he pushed and pulled my mouth over the man’s cock.  As he pushed it in deep, I gagged a couple more times.  The man who owned the cock pushed him away and grabbed my hair in two places.  It was easier for him to coordinate the pushing of his hips along with the pulling of my head.  I hoped he would be gentler but he was rougher and faster.  His cock felt enormous in my mouth but I’m sure it was partly because it was so deep into my throat.  He was grunting and pushing his meat hard into my throat and I had all I could do to breathe, gasping large breaths as his tip moved back to my lips.

     I hardly noticed the other man drop down behind me and grab my breasts – one in each had – from behind.  He squeezed them with full muttony hands and pinched my nipples hard between his fingers.  Way too hard.  I could feel the pain as if he had pierced them with sharp needles. 

     Suddenly the man held my head still and began to fill my mouth with his cum.  He was so far back in my throat I couldn’t taste him.  I couldn’t catch a breath either.  I swallowed once to keep from taking it into my lungs.  I swallowed a second time and began to choke as he pulled out.  I coughed and gasped and spit out what semen was left but mostly I was just trying to catch my breath.  As I looked up at him he spurt a final volume of his white sticky stuff across my face.  I wiped it out of my eye as the other men laughed and spoke to each other.

     Another man grabbed me.  He was naked and as I looked around all the other men I saw were half or completely nude.  He pulled me up off my knees.  Then he pulled me close and wrapping his arms around my legs he lifted me and placed my legs around his hips.  Lowering me I felt his hard rod poke between my legs.  It almost wound up in my ass but I reached back frantically and pushed him into my pussy.  As he lowered my hips I felt him penetrate deeply.  He was bigger than Yan or maybe it was the angle but it hurt when he went it.  Not terrible piercing pain but I could feel all of him inside me – stretching my insides. 

     He began to hold me tight while his hips pistonned his sword into me.  Another sadist was slapping me on the ass and slapping me harder than before.  It was feeling sore and tender from his blows.  Finally the slapping stopped and I felt a caress.  He had his two hands rubbing both cheeks and I was surprised at how good it felt as he moved his hands very slowly over my sore flesh.  I then felt his finger move between my cheeks and penetrate my still virgin hole.  I didn’t like this but had no say in the matter. 

     The man fucking me shifted my hips as I had slipped slightly.  This caused the other man’s finger to penetrate me quite deeply and he seemed to enjoy rolling it around. I could feel his knuckle at my rim and I clenched as best I could be to no avail.  It was hard to concentrate on one thing as another man grabbed my hair pulled my chest away from the man holding me and grabbed one of my breasts roughly. 

     This three on one didn’t last too long before we were falling to the ground.  The man on top was pounding me into the hard ground.  With every thrust I could feel my ass being squeezed against the rocks and pebbles.  He grunted and came – not once but four or five times he spilt his seed deep inside of me.  For that moment it was just he and I.

     But as soon as he was done, someone pulled him off and another man took his place pressing on my prone body.  He was smaller.  Maybe it was all the extra lubrication but he slid inside of me easily.  He wormed his cock deep inside of me.  Then holding me by the waist he turned over so that his back was on the ground.  It gave me a sense of lightness and freedom to be on top.  It didn’t last long.

     One of the men grabbed my hair roughly and pulled me into a sitting position.  He then forced his long red projectile into my mouth.  His feet straddled the head of the man below.  His strong hands were on my hips rocking me over his loins while his cock pierced and penetrated my insides.  The other man had a tight hold on my hair and was pumping his hips rapidly into my mouth.  He was out of control, his lust took over his whole being and he completely ignored the difficulty I was having breathing.  Snot was running out of my nose and I was gagging every time he thrust forward. 

     These men were using me as their female.  They were all excited to be rubbing their naked bodies against me.  As much as I tried to stop them, I knew my efforts were useless.  The entire situation was overwhelming.  But there was something about being used – about being helpless – that freed my internal juices.  I could feel them running freely.  I could feel a warm, animalistic, wanton tingle throughout my entire body.

     A third man knelt behind me, between the legs of the man below.  He reached around from in back and grabbed my breasts squeezing them.  I tried to push the man in my mouth away.  I needed to catch my breath and he was pushing too hard.  I couldn’t budge him.  I thought about biting him but that might really get him mad.  I slapped him repeatedly on the side of his hips feeling his sinuous muscles.  Hands rubbing my breasts increased as I became frantic.  The man in my mouth laughed.  And sped up.  Then I heard his grunt and felt his warm seed fill my mouth.  It was salty and thick.  I let it drool out the side of my mouth and over my chin. 

     As soon as he released me I coughed, spitting out the sticky semen before I choked.  I leaned forward resting on my hands.  The man below smiled at me and pumped more eagerly, lifting me with his powerful thrusts.  His cock felt nice rocking inside of me.  The man behind me moved his hands around and began to play with my bottom.  His fingers ran in between my cheeks and along my crack.  Suddenly I felt his finger enter my back hole.  I didn’t like that.  It was dirty back there and he shouldn’t be there.  I tried to clench against him.  He was pushing it in and out and each time he pushed it deeper.  I tried to wriggle away from him but as soon as I lifted my hips the man underneath would strengthen his grip and pull me down.

     The man behind removed his finger and took both of his arms and surrounded mine.  He pulled my arms into my chest and I could no longer lean.  He lowered my torso and placed me on the man below.  I felt completely helpless under the control of one, let alone two, of these strong men.  Once he had me down I felt something pushing into my bottom again. It was bigger than his finger.  I realized it was his cock and there was no room for it.  I was already filled.  I began to panic.  I screamed, “No, no, don’t do that. Stop that.  Please.” 

     He didn’t listen and just kept pushing – sometimes pulling but only to gain more momentum pushing.  I was sure he was ripping me open down there.  I could feel both cocks inside of me and I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to hold them both.  Images of being sliced open from the bottom accompanied the excruciating pain.  I screamed and cried but they wouldn’t stop.  If I get a chance I will kill this bastard behind me, I thought.  But right now I couldn’t escape from his strong arms and the hands on my hips.

     I didn’t even know what he looked like.  I was being squished between the hips of these two men.  They were both grinding and grunting and seemed to be enjoying themselves.  I was in pain, not quite as much as when he first violated my bottom but still pain as they had their way with me.  I was amazed that I could fit both of them at once.  I could feel both of their cocks sticking and stabbing inside of me.  Two swords in one hilt.  Expanding me.  Would I ever be the same? 

     The man below had his arms around me and was holding me tight pressing my breasts against him.  His whole face was squinting fiercely and I knew he wouldn’t last long.  The man behind was leaning forward touching my back but not pressing me hard, his weight carried on his arms and his hips rocking to a steady rhythm.  Once the rhythms were established the pain disappeared.  We rocked as one, slightly faster as we went. 

     The man below me came first and I could feel some part of me inside contract as he did.  It was as though my body was grasping his member and pulling it in deeper.  He groaned and squeezed me and seemed completely satisfied as he took a couple of minutes to finish.  And when he did he didn’t move but stayed inside of me – still – giving the man behind more freedom to plow my backside tunnel.  I still felt very full but I was enjoying his rocking rhythm.  I began to concentrate my thoughts on the movement of his cock against me and the still cock of the other man inside me.  He was picking up the rhythm and ramming me harder and deeper.  I loved his movement.  I loved feeling so full.  I wanted to remember this particular moment.

     “Ya, ya,” he screamed as he came.  His body collapsed on top of me.  I was crushed between these two men.  The man below said something and the one behind me withdrew, got up, and then lifted me off of the man below.  His limp member easily slid out of me.  I was feeling exhausted and the large muscular man lifted me effortlessly.  I felt like a rag doll in a child’s arms.  His arms surrounded me and he gave me a warm caring hug.  I looked into his face for the first time.  He was an older man, maybe 40, and looked almost fatherly in the way he held me.  He gave me a deep kiss full of feelings and intimate messages.

     He then released me from his grip and turned me toward another man who was sitting on a rock with his pants off.  He held his gift for me in his hand and motioned for me to come over.  The man standing next to me gave me a gentle whack on my naked behind as a way of moving me toward the man. 

     I was passed around from man to man some of them doing me twice until after the sun went down.  Most of the time was with each one individually and this did make the experience a little more intimate and a little less rough.  I was past the point of resisting.  Some of the men were more enjoyable than others.  Strangely, the older men were nicer, more gentle and caring.  By the time all of them were finished I was exhausted.  Every orifice I had was used. I was rubbed between my breasts and the cheeks of my ass.  I was covered in crusty cum from the day’s actions.

     An older man, perhaps close to sixty, who was the last to take me, washed me when he was done.  He was thorough and gentle.  He brought me some food.  The food tasted great even though it was the usual concoction of mutton soup.  I collapsed on one of the skins and quickly fell asleep.  It wasn’t very long before I was awoken by a younger man.  I sighed loudly assuming he was going to screw his swollen muscle into one of my sore holes.

     Instead he grabbed first one arm and then the other, tying each to my ankles.  He tied me quite securely yet the ropes weren’t uncomfortably tight.  It just forced me into an awkward position with my knees bent making it virtually impossible to stand.  He then grabbed my hair, said something I didn’t understand and kissed me hard on the lips.  Then he left me alone.  I wasn’t going anywhere.  I rolled on my side and hoped to be able to sleep trussed up like this.

To be continued…

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Chapter 1, Jan

     Huddled in the large straw hut, Adrianna knew she would soon become a plaything of her captor.  She peeked out of the hut to see Norsemen everywhere she looked.  This hut was located in the middle of their camp and running away would be impossible.  She could see a few other women.  One was tied to a tree.  Her dress was ripped and hanging off of her like rags.  She was covered in mud.  Another was being shared by a group of men who stood in a circle and tossed her from one to the other where they each took liberties with her body, poking and spanking and grabbing her.  One, an older woman, seemed to be enjoying herself – flirting, laughing, and singing with a group of men.  She moved around the group of men freely sitting on their laps and offering her breasts and ass to the men as she moved. 

     The Norsemen had come once before about ten years ago when she was a little girl – too little to be of any sexual interest to the men.  She fled with her grandmother and lived in the hills hiding until they left.  They stayed for weeks and when they left, her mother who had been a captive, was freed but never spoke of her experiences.  The Norsemen were bigger than the local men, and came in large numbers.  They took what they wanted and killed anyone who dared defy them.  Not many defied them; most just ran.  The invaders chased them but mostly to grab the women. After the chase, they would sack the village for food, drink and other items that interested them.

     Adrianna’s captor was an especially big and fast man.  Adrianna was a full grown young woman and known within the village for her speed but she was no match for this man who continued to close the gap and when he reached her picked her up like twig.  She struggled to free herself from him to no avail.  He carried her to his hut and tossed her inside.  As she tumbled in, she almost fell into the fire pan in the middle of the hut.  He didn’t bother to tie her up.  Then after a few minutes he left.  Hours passed.   Many men walked past the hut and she could hear them talking in their strange language and frequently laughing.

     The hut was warm and fairly spacious.  A number of animal skins covered the dirt floor.  Adrianna contemplated her predicament.  She would be expected to have sex with her captor and possibly others.  She cried, sobbing quietly trying not to draw attention.  Resistance would be futile.  She was just a girl.  True she had grown into a woman but she had yet to have sex with any of the boys in the village.  Some fondling had gone on and she had become an expert at giving the boys a release using her mouth, her hands, and other parts of her body but she had been saving her most intimate area for marriage.  She wondered if John would still want to marry her after she had been violated.

     By the time he returned, she had quit her crying.  She had tried to straighten up her dress which was torn in the struggle.  There was a rip near the waist area where he held her.  Her chemise which ran from her breasts to just below her knees could be seen through the slit.  He came back into the hut carrying two large pots full of water.  He immediately placed one on top of the fire pan.  He began to wash himself with the water in the other.  Using a cloth he dipped it in the pot and washed his face and hands first.  Then he took off his shirt and washed his arms and neck and chest.  She could see each of his well defined muscles across his chest and marveled at his enormous biceps.  No boy or man in her village ever looked like this.

     He removed his pants and she turned her head away.  But not so far away that she couldn’t see him with her sideways glance.  She knew it was wrong to look at his naked body but some deep desire drew her eyes to him.  He was now only clothed in a leather thong of some sort that covered his intimate area.  Somehow he seemed more naked to Adrianna in only a thong.  His legs had ridges and bumps where each muscle exposed its individuality.  She felt a naughtiness creep over her body, looking at him through the tops of her eyes, head down.  She had never thought of someone’s rump area as a big giant muscle until she saw his. 

     She let out an audible gulp when he removed the leather cup.  His hands moved the cloth over his long shaft.  It was quite different than the penises of the boys she had been with.  It was large and fully grown and, if it was possible, muscular too.  He washed it with care including the area under it and in the crack behind him.  As the dirt came off she noticed that most of his fair skin had a rugged look that comes from living outside but there was an area below his waist to the top of his thighs that shone a pale white.  His blonde hair was long and full and cascaded to his shoulders.  She could feel herself shaking a bit from fear as his eyes looked her up and down hungrily.

     He rinsed the cloth thoroughly when he was done and he removed the pot from above the fire.  He put his hands into the water testing its heat.  He then came over to Adrianna with the pot and the cloth.  She cowered against the floor.

     “Yan.”  He said pointing to himself.  “Ditt namen?” He said pointing at her.  His voice was deep, calm, quiet and Adrianna found his tone soothing. She didn’t reply.  He pointed again and repeated his question.

     “Adrianna,” she finally responded looking up at him with her little girl puppy eyes hoping he might be kind to her.

     “Ah, Anna. Yag skag ringa dag Anna.”  She didn’t understand his speech but got the idea.  He motioned for her to stand.  She did.  He reached out and grabbed one hand and with a warming cloth he washed her hand rubbing it so gently massaging each finger as went.  Then it was up her arm as far as her elbow length sleeve would let him.  He continued with her other hand and then to her neck and individually washed each element of her face.  She was actually enjoying the warm water and gentle ministrations of this man.  When he finished with her neck he turned her moved behind her and began to wash her back.

     He constantly redipped the cloth in the hot water ensuring it was warm to her skin.  Somehow the shoulders of her dress had come down her arms as he washed.  She never felt him open her back buttons but knew he must have.  As he removed the sleeves from her arms the dress fell forward to her waist.  Her chemise was tied on the back, the string wrapped above her firm breasts holding it in place.  Once loosened it too fell forward.  She covered her naked breasts with her hands.  He washed her back and the tops of her arms.  He patted her bottom taking liberties to feel its round bifocal shape through her garments.  His hand excited her and she felt her knees go weak and warmth spread through her lower torso. 

     He returned to her neck and pressed his naked body against her naked back.   His arms moved around and began washing the front of her chest.  She resisted his moving the cloth over her breasts holding them tightly with her own hands.  Instead of fighting her he moved lower and washed her waist area.  He knelt behind her and removed her worn leather shoes. He lifted and washed each foot.  He dropped the cloth into the hot pot and with both hands slid her dress and chemise to the floor.  Her hands moved from hiding her breasts to trying to hold her garments at her waist, but she realized she would only rip the thin material if she resisted his effort to slide them down her legs. 

     She now stood naked facing the warm fire while he knelt behind her.  He again picked up the cloth and washed first one leg and then the other.  It sent shivers up her spine as he came close to her middle where her hands stood guard.  He dipped the cloth again, stood and put it around her breasts.  She couldn’t stop him and she just accepted his fondling passively.  He knew how to massage her breasts to make them feel good.  He moved closer pressing his naked chest against her back.  His strong arms surrounded her.  She could feel his stiff rod against the top of her bottom.  He was making her feel like a real woman for the first time in her life.  Delicate, feminine, exciting.  She shouldn’t feel this way, she thought.  He continued to rub her breasts even after dropping the cloth and his hot breath cascaded down the side of her face sending shivers throughout her body.

     He dipped the warm cloth again, bending down.  He grabbed a fistful of her long raven hair and bent her forward, wiping her ass with the moist cloth.  She went from feeling like a woman to an animal in the hands of its master.  He pushed her legs apart and with a freshly dipped cloth pushed between her protecting hands and into her misty haired mound.  He ran the cloth around her hair and then through the middle track, washing and prodding, back and forth.  Finally he pushed the cloth into the crack of her ass and washed deeply between her cheeks.

     Bent over as she was with him holding her hair, she reached her hands down to the ground to settle herself.  She heard the cloth splash back down into the water.  He ran his raw hand into the space between her legs.  His fingers began to penetrate the valley between her flesh.  No man had ever touched her there and she was reacting to his touch.  Her body began to tremble as his fingers played with regions she barely knew.  Still holding her hair in one hand, he moved his other hand around the outside of her hip and reached back into the space it had just left but now from a different angle.

     Suddenly she could feel his fleshy probe at the entrance to her tunnel.  She tried to pull away but only succeeded in dropping to her knees.   He mirrored her motion and his thing never left that cozy spot between her legs.  His arm pulled her hip tightly as he began to push his hips forward and drive his penetrating rod into her.  He went slowly and gently.  She could feel his large rod expanding her insides but there was not the kind of pain she had been told about.  He slid easily and kept going deeper and deeper until he finally hit the end of her insides.

     He rocked her slowly at first and then with more passion and speed.  One hand pulled her hair so that her head was tilted back.  She felt more pain in her neck than from her hair being pulled.  She could feel him inside of her.  He was big and he went deep, occasionally bumping her at the end.  She liked the feeling and the feeling of his hips smacking against her ass.  She knew she shouldn’t.  He let go of her hair and ran both hands under her body squeezing each breast and nipple. Then one arm reached over and hugged both breasts while his other hand reached between her legs.

     She was helpless to do anything.  She was a small pet to this muscular man.  She was helpless to stop these feelings that were running through her body.  The shivers and tingling and rushing of feelings that were overcoming her body.  She was both woman and animal.  Grunting and heaving to his rhythms.  Her head hung low.  She was sweating.  His arms wrapped tightly around her.  His fingers messing in her slit.  All his pounding.  Lifting her hips and knees off the ground with his thrusts.  She couldn’t deny what she was feeling.

     She no longer felt naked but rather clothed in this man’s muscles.  Clothed in this man’s rhythm.  She felt her whole body responding to his.  Her insides were pumping moisture, her muscles contracting around his shaft.  She screamed aloud as her spirit gave into his thrusts.  He continued for some time before giving up his spirit along with hers, arching his back and releasing deep within her. 

     They both collapsed next to the warm fire, he slightly on top of her.  She wondered how many days he would remain. 

Chapter 2, A Group Grope 

 (c) Rushmore Judd

 

Chapter 1 can be found here.

Chapter 2

Suddenly, a voice came over a speaker in the room, “She’s been touching herself, Jimmy.  What should we do?”  He pushed her away from him, pulled his pants back up and returned to his chair.  “Were you touching yourself, dear?” Jimmy asked.  “Did I tell you to touch yourself?”  She realized Charlie was watching the whole thing and remembered it was being videotaped.  “Assume the position,” Jimmy said matter-of-factly. 

 

“What position?”  She wasn’t sure if he meant bent over the table again but with a quick gesture he confirmed her fears.  When would this end, she thought?  He went to the door and she heard the bolt unlock.  He came up and stood next to her.  He put his naked hand on her butt.

 

“You must learn to do exactly as you are told.  Do you understand?”  His hand was moving in a circle over the expanse of her bottom.  “You have been disrespectful.  And you will be punished.”  He slapped her ass with a hard whole hand whack.  It hurt, still burning with pain after the shock left.  ”Ouch” she said.  “Do you accept the punishment for your crimes, willingly?”  She whimpered.  Another whack and a definite sting like she had been hit with a palm full of needles.   “Yes!” she screamed.  “I accept.”  He whacked her again.  Then used his hand in a soothing manner gently touching her making her aware how warm her ass was.

 

“OK, Charlie, she’s warming up for you.”  He whacked her again and gave her gentle strokes afterwards as before.  As Charlie entered the room, he whacked her again and as he stroked her ass, he asked, “Are you ready Charlie?”

 

Charlie moved into place behind her ass and Jimmy gathered up his stuff and began to leave.  “The next shift is just coming on, Jimmy.  So I guess I will see you tomorrow.  Unless you are going to watch the show.”  “No, she did me pretty well.  I’m done for today.”  “Can you bring in some more blank tapes at your next shift?” Charlie asked and Jimmy nodded.

 

What was going on, she thought.  What did she get herself into?  ‘Done for Today!’  What did that mean?  Charlie was moving his palm over her ass like Jimmy had been doing.  How long were they going to keep her here? 

 

Charlie was dressed in casual clothes.  She was pretty sure he had been in his uniform before.  “He leaned forward and put his face right next to ear.  “Are you ready for some fun, honey?  I’ve been watching you and getting very excited.”  There was a moment of silence.  “Jimmy and I have a deal, whoever, goes first, doesn’t let the girl have an orgasm.  Jimmy likes to go first and I like to go second because I like to give girls orgasms.  Do you orgasm easily?  Do you like to be touched?”  His hand moved through her crack and into her pussy, ruffling her sweaty hair, tingling her clit.  She tried to move away but his hand pressed against her naked shaved groin area.

 

“Don’t you be disrespectful to me, Miss Gove, or I will have to punish you as Jimmy did.  Do you want to be spanked?”  “No” she replied quickly.  His hand began to lightly move back and forth over her mons.  Her clit began hardening to his touch.  He began breathing and touching his warm lips over the back of her neck and her shoulders.  “Do you want to have an orgasm,” he asked, “or do you want me to just use your body for my own pleasure?

 

“Yes,” she whispered meekly.  “Yes, what?  Tell me which you want.”  “An orgasm,” she whispered.  “Louder, I can’t hear you.”  “I would like to have an orgasm, sir, and I would like to give you one too.  And I would like to leave here then.”  “In good time.”

 

His hand continued to rub her pussy while they talked.  His hand turned to the side and his thumb was rolling in between her swollen folds.  His thumb was gently flicking her clit on each pass.  And his thumb slid along her inner flesh and pushed into the opening of her vagina.  It was slick and wet and fleshy down there.  It felt to her like it was wide open and she was so ready to have it penetrated. His warm kisses were working their way down her back and gave her another body shudder as his kisses crossed her ass. 

 

He took both of his hands and opened the crack of her ass and blew an air kiss across her brown hole.  He kissed and licked the inside of her spread cheeks.  Stopped and blew across her ass.  Then she felt his wet tongue lick from her pussy opening deep inside her crack and right across her brown hole.  She had never had anyone do that to her and the sensation was unbelievable.  A million little sensations going off all at once.  He breathed across the moist area of her crack and as it evaporated she felt another million.  Her pussy was contracting in a sort of orgasm.  Not a complete all-in type but a small little – I can’t take anymore – one.  He licked slowly her again and this time rimmed her hole.  Then blew on it again.  He continued this alternating wet licks and blowing air until she had trouble staying in her position.

 

She was still in The Position bent over the table while he manipulated her from behind.  But her arms gave way as she collapsed from all of the sensations she was feeling.  “Turn over and lie on table on your back with your legs hanging over this edge.”  She was glad to comply; her arms being only the most tired of her muscles.  Lying down felt great as she stretched on the table as he requested with her legs spread apart.  Her eyes were closed and her head tossed back.  She realized she yearned for more of his touch.  When it didn’t immediately come, she lifted her head and looked up to see him stripping to his shorts and putting on a mask.  The mask had feathers sticking out from the brows, flowing up into a feathery plume about six inches above the eyes.

 

He moved over to her and stood between her legs.  With both hands he molded her flesh as he slide from the top of her shoulders, along her sides, to the top of her hips.  From there his hands moved gently across her lower abdomen closing in and finishing just along the sides of her pussy lips and onto the inside of her thighs.  He then moved up again only this time he was closer to her middle, running up her ribs.  When he got to her breasts he squeezed them from underneath and she felt her nipples harden from the stretching pressure.  Then he released the pressure and seemed to enjoy the flexibility as he gently pushed against the sides and wiggled them in the process.  As he let go of their weight, they sagged slightly toward her sides and the table, but she was still pretty pert at her age and they kept their roundness on her chest. 

 

His fingertips twisted her nipples as he started small and kept expanding the amount of nipple he had in each twist.  The twists got harder and they sent pangs to her clit.  He leaned forward and kissed her stomach as his twists became more like rhythmic pulls.  His mouth went lower and the feathers on his mask graced her ribs and stomach.  He marched right into her pussy with his mouth and tongue.  First he opened up her lips with one sloppy wet lick starting at the bottom and moving up.  Finding her enlarged clit easily, his tongue rolled lazily around it.  She stretched her back causing his nipple pull to get harder.

 

Hi licking was both varied and continual, moving from one technique to another.  His tongue pulling the skin at the base of her clit up and down.  His tongue speeding up along its side.  Flicking gently over its tip.  Slowly licking its length.  Eventually she could not even tell exactly what he was doing as she completely gave into the sweet feelings emanating through her body.  She realized that she was moaning loudly echoing in the office like room as she finally had a complete orgasm releasing every bit of her soul into it.  She was shaking and shuddering as he continued his ministrations.  And he slowed his attention to the rhythm of her pulsating, spreading out the continuing spasms.

 

As she began to calm, she felt him get up from position between her legs and reposition himself so that his cock was as the opening to her cunt.  His shaft moved in slowly at fist, giving off lovely sensations to her pussy.  It felt good to be penetrated as she wallowed in the afterglow of the most powerful orgasm she had ever had.  Once past the initial slow immediate penetration he pushed into hard with his stiff shaft.  The quick feeling of his cock fully inside her brought another spasm to her pussy, seemingly an ending one from her last tidal movements.

 

He began to rhythmically move in and out her with a quickening pace.  As his movements began to increase, her sexual desires were renewed.  Her pussy was virgin territory for the night and she began to breath heavy.  He leaned forward and kissed her first on the mouth (and she responded lustily), then on cheek and over to her ear where he whispered. “Did you like that?”  “YyyyES!” she grunted.  “Do you want me to keeping fucking you?”  “Yes!” 

 

He increased his pace and she began to get lost in the feeling again.  His upper body was draped over hers. It was a muscular and sinuous body.  Fantastic shoulders and upper body muscles.  She dreamed he was her ideal fucker.  Tall, strong, sweaty.  She reached around him, touching those hardened muscles on his back.  Hugging him and kissing his neck and shoulders.  He pounded her relentlessly, harder and harder.  She was going to cum again.  She moved her hips side to side, pressed against the table it moved his cock in a circle inside her cunt.  She could feel him hitting her G-spot.  And moved to increase this sensation.  She was fully engaged with him as she felt his body tense and a new slow deliberate powerful rhythm moved him.  They came together, she almost shouting forgetful of where she was; he grunting to his releases.

 

Chapter 3

 

Waves of deep sexual releases crashed over her.  Feelings of love and appreciation manifested in kissing him over and over, her arms around his big shoulders and bulging biceps.  Then she heard what sounded like a door being quietly closed.  More than once.  She looked over her shoulder to see one – no two – men and one woman.  They were all naked.  They were standing patiently against the wall, the men were all semi hard.

 

Charlie was ending, collapsing into her arms and remaining still.  The others in the room began pushing chairs aside and put a mat on the floor.  My god, she thought, please let me out of here.  No more.  Just as she was about to push Charlie off of her, he removed himself on his own, giving her a gentle but unwanted kiss on her cheek.

 

“Get on the floor on all fours,” one of the new men commanded.  Charlie was putting his clothes back on.  “I’ve had enough,” she objected.  “I’ll bet you said that after Jimmy left.  Do you want to be tried for your crimes or are you going to cooperate?”  “How much longer can this go on?  I’m tired and I just feel like going home.”  She began to sob.  “Oh, stop that sniveling,” said the woman, “we’ll let you go after you satisfy the rest of us here.  Now get on the mat!”

 

She was too tired to argue and got on the mat doggie style.  She felt a face at her ass and thought it might be the woman.  She was surprised at how quickly it turned her on as the woman’s face kissed her cheeks and her hands reached under to her pussy.  One of the men positioned himself over her head with his legs straddling each side.  Her head was face down toward the mat but she could almost feel his cock dangling over her head.  He leaned forward and his hands reached under her grabbing each breast.  The woman used both hands to spread her legs and she moved to the side and crawled on her back until her head was under her pussy.  “Give me the pillows, Sam.”  And she could see the woman raise her head and a couple of hard small pillows get placed under her head.  Then ‘Sam’ spread her legs a bit more causing her hips to move down and her pussy to press against the woman’s face. “How’s that Marie?”  “Just right,” she mumbled.

 

Marie began to lick her pussy with a gentle tongue.  The tip of her nose would occasionally penetrate her cunt and then sometimes her ass as she moved her face up and down.  The other guy was squeezing and pinching her breasts when he suddenly closed his legs on her head.  She felt trapped by the man’s strong naked legs.  Then even more suddenly she felt Sam’s cock pushing at the entrance to her vagina.  He penetrated her pussy as the other man kept her from rocking forward.  It hurt for one second until he was fully in, then she could feel her moisture surrounding it as he slid it in and out.  He was much bigger that Charlie and it felt good to her, along with the simultaneous stimulation from the other two. 

 

Then the other man loosened his grip, lowered himself to his knees and lifted her head to his crotch.  His intentions were clear.  She opened her mouth submissively.  He carefully inserted his cock into her rocking mouth.  She was happy that is had no bad taste and that he didn’t drive it too deep.  She was fatigued yet renewing.  The cock in her pussy, the tongue on her clit, her mouth full and many strong hands all over different parts of her body.  She resigned herself to giving in to her lust one more time.  She just went with it, like she was riding some strange sex machine.  Not directing any of the activity but passively enjoying the movements.  Feeling her lust take over her again.

 

The first to cum was the man in her pussy.  His big cock began to ram her causing her to take the man in her mouth too deeply and she was choking a bit.  But he like it and continued to thrust deep into her throat.  Marie’s tongue was flicking her clit intermittently as she was being passed back and forth over her face.  Sam came loudly and soon stopped his pushing.  She gasped for a good breath and removed the man’s cock from her mouth.  To do this she had to sit on Marie’s face and shift her weight so she could use her hands.  She tried to transfer her weight to her knees so that she would not constrain Marie’s movements too much. 

 

She placed her hands around the man’s cock and began to rub his cock up and down.  She pulled down on the surrounding skin stretching it as much as possible.  She placed her lips next to his tip and licked its head when her hands went down the shaft.  She could tell he liked it and looked up into his face.  He was in another world aware of only what was happening to his cock.  The expression on his face pleased her, knowing she had his number.

 

Meanwhile, Marie’s tongue had returned with a vengeance after being denied total access by Sam.  She obviously enjoyed lapping up her pussy and the wetness was pouring out of her all over Marie’s face.  She was on the verge of coming again as she looked into the other man’s face and began a rapid whacking off of his cock, alternatively rubbing his head against her cheek, into her mouth, licking his most sensitive areas.   He came with out uttering a word but his face froze into a tension filled expression.  His hot cum hit her on the cheek and she closed her eyes just in time to feel the second spurt land on her lids.  She put it back into her mouth and completely drained him for six or seven more spurts.  His cum was salty as she swallowed it.

 

She was cumming herself as she was excited by the man’s powerful orgasm and Marie’s frantic tongue which was now focused on her clit.  The man caressed the side of her face as she came and then repositioned himself and kissed her on the lips.  She kissed him back feeling the stirrings in her pussy even as her mind said it was wrong.  The man pulled away. By now Sam had dressed and left and this man began dressing.  She rolled over on her back, hoping that Marie would leave now too.  She had done enough.

 

Marie sat up next to her and generously placed a pillow under her head.  “You have one more person to satisfy before you leave, slut and that’s me.  Be good to me and you can go home.”  As the other man finished dressing and left, they were alone.  Marie moved over on top of her in a sixty-nine position and lowered her pussy to her face.  She had only eaten a woman’s pussy once in college and it was when she was very drunk.  But she knew what felt good.

 

Marie leaned over and licked her pussy to get it wet.  Then she sat more upright and used one hand to rub slowly and gently on her pussy.  The prisoner licked her pussy good and was focusing a lot of attention on her clit.  Marie enjoyed this until she felt she was ready and then instructed her to stick her tongue in her cunt and lick in and out.  This calmed Marie a bit but felt very good.  Afterall, she was going to enjoy her orgasm too.

 

“So after you are done with me, slut, you can go.  But you will have to come back.”  She tried to reply but Marie told her to shut up and keep licking.  “Just listen. 

We caught you with the cocaine and we have your fingerprints on the bag.  We have a tape of Charlie giving you a legitimate body cavity search – the quick version.  Oh, yes, baby, right there.  We also have a tape of you being gang banged by two men and a woman with the camera strategically place to show you and your face only.  We know who you are and can at any time distribute the tape to your family, your friends, your lovers.  We can put in on the Internet and within a year 10,000 people will have seen it and in two years a million. Oh yes, yes.”

 

“Slut, I know you liked it – all of it.  It shows on the tape and we – oh oh – we want you back here again to do it all over again.  Oh yes that’s it.  Yes baby. Yes!”  And Marie came, her juices flowing from deep within her pussy.  Gushing.  Collapsing laying her face lovingly against her pussy.  She stayed while she received a few clean up finishing licks to coincide with her waning spasms. 

 

When she was finally done coming she got up as over the speaker hands very clapping and someone whistled.  “You dirty old men,” Marie said.  “OK Sweety, you can go now but we expect to see you next Friday night, anytime between 6:00PM and 10:00.  Is it clear what will happen if you don’t show up?”

 

“Yes,” she replied, wondering if she would come back but just thinking about getting out of there right now.  She knew if she came back she would do it because she liked it not because they were threatening her.

 

 

Chapter 1

 

It was a Friday night.  She was arrested for drug possession.  She was carrying some cocaine and some amphetamines.  She was bringing them to a party for a friend who would be there later.  But now she was in deep shit and she knew it.  Funny, she never ever had a lot of drugs with her or in her home.  She never bought the stuff.  It was always available to her through men who wanted to get into her pants.  She had a number of boyfriends and others who just wanted her to be nice to them, especially older men.  But here she was in the back of a police car, handcuffed heading for some rural hick station in the middle of vacationland New Hampshire. 

 

The policeman told her on the way, that he would have to search her thoroughly, fingerprint her, take her picture and then he would book her.  He said it in a matter of fact way.  She didn’t know if he had any sexual thoughts in mind.  Most men did of her, of course.  She was a beautiful woman.  She was able to retain her natural breasts without any enhancement and they seemed perfect to her.  Plump, perky and with a natural softness that some men really appreciated.  Together with a thin waist and ample hips gave her a real hourglass look.  And she loved to sashay it around in a sexy outfit in front of the men.  She wondered if she was hoping that he wanted sexual favors for letting her get away.  As they approached the well light bright station, she was beginning to think that she wasn’t going to get away.  My god, she thought, she might go to prison.

 

“When there are drugs involved,” he said, “We have to be careful that they don’t smuggle any into the jail.  So a complete body cavity search is necessary.”  Woo, what was this, she thought.  “Will you have a woman policeman do it to me?”  “Sorry no women police officers here in West Conrad.”  “So will you be doing the search yourself?”  By now they were parked and exiting the car.  He ignored her last question and pulled her by the arm into the station.  In the first room there was a desk facing in front of a plastic fireproof glass.  They had entered by a door that led in behind the front desk where there sat a heavy set older man.  “Hey, Charlie, I’ve got a perp here for questioning and booking.  It’ll be a while before I’m done.”  He tossed her purse on the desk in front of Charlie.  Charley shrugged, he never even looked at her and never left a crossword puzzle he was doing. 

 

He brought her into a windowless room.  It was plainly furnished with a wooden table and swivel chair as well as a stainless steel cabinet.  Before he entered behind her, he unholstered his gun and hung it on a hook outside the room.  Once inside with her he bolted the door.  He told her to lean against the wall with her hands above her head.  When she complied he thoroughly frisked her, feeling all around her breasts, under her arms, down her sides, along her legs, across her belly and in between her leg, even touching her crotch carefully.  She got a buzz from his hands and while she was a bit embarrassed at the extent of his search, she began to get excited.  She was also feeling the effects of a couple of drinks and a few snorts she had had earlier. 

 

“OK, get completely undressed and hand me each piece of clothing” he instructed her.  The thought of undressing in front of him gave her an idea.  “Don’t you have any music?” she asked.  “No,” he said gruffly. 

 

“There’s been a terrible mistake here” she said.  “I never buy drugs; I was holding them for a friend.  This is all a mistake.  Can’t you let me go?” she said in her sweetest, most imploring voice.  She would have to convince him to let her go!

 

“Just get undressed.”  And so she did, but she played a song in her mind and began to strip sexily in front of him while he sat in the swivel chair.  He said nothing and she felt that no reaction was probably approval, afterall, she had a great body and men loved her sexy moves on the dance floor.  First, off came her top – a loose fitting cashmere sweater which she pulled slowly up over her head while her legs swayed her body to the “sound” of the music.  As her top cleared her head she looked right into the uniformed cop’s eyes and she immediately was the lust in his eyes.

 

What was she doing?  She thought.  He could do anything to her that he wanted to.  Especially in here with the door bolted from the inside and no windows.  And she was teasing him, not planning to give him anything, just a show and some flirting.  But he could take from her what he wanted probably and she didn’t know anything about him.  He hadn’t been friendly to her.  In the whole trip to the station, he didn’t say anything.  Although she sensed some friendliness in his hands when he frisked her.  Then the thought of jail entered her mind.  How terrible it would be to go to jail.  She had to do anything that she could to get out of this and that meant going all the way if she stood a chance.

 

She turned her body gracefully with her back to him while she unhooked the back to her bra.  “Don’t you have any music,” she asked?  While she had her back to him, she heard the cabinet door open and he switched on some music.  It was a nice driving danceable beat.  As she took off her bra, still with her back to him, she began dancing slowly – every other beat.  She tossed her bra over her shoulder at him, turned around, and slid her hands from her hips to her breasts.  Covering both breasts with her hands, she posed at different angles from front to back and each side, saying: “Do you see any drugs or weapons here Officer?  Or here?”  She pushed up her breasts and showed him the bottom of her breasts.  “Do I look dangerous, Mister Officer?”

 

His eyes were smiling now and his face frozen intently watching her.  I’ll bet he’s done this before with some other pretty women, she thought. 

 

She leaned forward and let her hands offer her breasts up to his eyes.  “Or anything here?”  Her nipples were nice and hard.  She was squeezing and pressing her breasts while they were in her hands, occasionally getting a direct nipple squeeze between her fingers. 

 

“Keep going,” he said.  So she used the surface of the table to take off her shoes one at a time with each foot positioned for maximum viewing.  She danced into each position in her sexiest way.  She seemed to have a natural fluidity.  She always did but she was surprised that she seemed to be at her best under these circumstances.

 

She faced him as her fingers opened her belt, slid it out of the loops of her jeans and handed it to him.  He was stretched out with his legs apart, leaning backwards in the swivel chair.  Her fingers worked the button and the zipper of her jeans open, all the while, she swayed and hip thrust to the music.  As she pealed the tight jeans down over her legs, she found it difficult to keep her white plain (who thought she would get arrested) clean panties on.  Nonetheless she succeeded in getting her jeans off without loosing her total poise or her panties.  They were bunched up at the top but stopped from rolling off but the thin side-cut of the bikini shape kept them on.  She handed him her pants and moved in between his legs, very close to him.  “You better check these out carefully” she said. 

 

She danced in front of him as he tossed the jeans aside.  “You’re enjoying this aren’t you” she said.  He remained quite.  She put her hand on his shoulder and gave his muscle a quick squeeze.  “Wow, you work out everyday, don’t you?”  She let her open palm run across his shoulder to back and along the length of his shoulder.  She put her other hand on his other shoulder and leaned forward even closer.  Her breasts were within a foot of his eyes, a nipple pointing at each eye.  “Don’t you have to search my cavities Officer?  Do you want to start with my mouth?”  She leaned closer to him, putting her mouth within inches of his face.  She licked her lips.  Her naked breasts were leaning on his neck, touching the flesh of his chin.  She opened her mouth and breathed hot air along the side of his face.  She stuck her tongue out and moved it up and down and side to side while she moved her breasts back and forth lightly over his chest and neck.

 

“Stand back and straighten up,” he barked.  She did as she was told, suddenly shocked back into the reality of her situation.  “Stand straight.  Now take off those panties.”  He reached into the cabinet and pulled out a pair of medical gloves and began putting them on.  She took off her panties with no more dancing, a little hesitant about the impending search. 

 

“Please don’t do this, sir,” she pleaded.  “This is all a mistake.”

 

“Turn around, bend over and put your hands on the table.”  She did as she was told, filled with humiliation as she did.  I’m here in a fucking police station with some cop sticking his fingers up my ass, she thought.  He dabbed a finger on his gloved hand with a lubricant.  “Your ass is all tense,” he said.  “That’s the hard way to do it.  Relax your ass.”  As he said this, he put both of his palms on the cheeks of her ass and spread her cheeks.  His hands gently moved into her crack.  Then she felt his finger poke at her hole and he spread the cold lubricant slowly around the rim.  The first shocking touch turned quickly into enjoyment.  She seemed will-less and was enjoying the feel of his finger making circles around the edge of her rim.  He continually circled and was pressing up against the very inside.  She could feel her hole opening to his finger seeming to get more pleasure as her hole expanded.  She was thrilled by the feeling of the expanding.  He removed his finger to get more lubricant and when he returned he entered her hole directly.

 

His other hand was pressed in her crack separating her naked bottom.  His finger was still moving in circles and slowly moving inward with each circle.  She found this very exciting and was actually coming close to an orgasmic state.  He continued up her rectum for what seemed like a long time and when he withdrew he did so slowly.  As he moved away from her she began to get up and turn to face him.  “I have one more cavity to search.  Assume the position.”  She turned back into her position, again feeling humiliated.  She found herself riding this rollercoaster between sexual excitement and fear. 

 

“Open your legs wide.”  As soon as she finished his left hand was on her pussy spreading her lips, gently rubbing up and down to find and control the folds.  She was neatly trimmed so it wasn’t as hard as he made it seem.  Quickly a lubricated finger hit her just above her opening and slid it’s slickness up to and right around her clit.  It was done so expertly, that she thought it wasn’t a mistake and was deft and deliberate.  He was into this as much as she but hiding it better.  She let out a brief gasp as he circled her clit with his wet finger.  He went back for another dip and it looked like he dipped two fingers and a thumb into the jar.

 

He started with one but soon had two fingers in her and they were moving around inside of her.  She felt the two fingers massage her G-spot with one on each side and he rubbed up and down over and over again.  It was deliberate, she knew.  His fingers moved around and suddenly they were replaced with his thumb.  His fingers were on her clit and he was pushing his thumb in and around her, moving in and out.  As his thumb moved so did his fingers in circles around and near her clit.  She was gasping in rhythm to his probing and she suddenly realized it was a loud vocal moaning that he could hear.

 

His right hand reached around her hip under her and went right into her crotch.  The fingers of these hands spread her lips open while his other still lubricated fingers ran directly over her clit.  She was going to cum at any minute and then suddenly he stopped and removed his hands.  Her knees buckled.  My god, what could he be thinking, she thought.  He must know I was just there.  He couldn’t keep doing it for a minute more.  He was deliberately exciting me.  She turned around and used the desk for support.  Her energy drawn and her lust unsatisfied.

 

“Did you enjoy that?” she said dejectedly.  “Do you enjoy teasing me?”  

 

“We are not done yet,” he said.  We have to have the questioning now and I think you are ready for that aren’t you.  In fact I want you to turn around and assume the position for me one more time.”

 

She couldn’t believe this.  What was he after?  What was he going to do now?  She assumed her position again without enthusiasm.  He had changed gloves again and with just one finger of one hand, he inserted it into her vagina, felt around clinically and removed it.  He stepped back from her.

 

“Can I turn around now?”  “Yes, that was just one for the video recording.  In case someone questions whether my exam was professional or not.”  He smirked and pointed to a camera wedged into the corner of the room above where he was sitting in the swivel chair.  “We’ve got your whole show on video.  Charlie and I will have hours of fun watching it with a few close friends.”  He laughed.  “Your strip show would make for good court room drama and the papers would love it.  Maybe even FOX News.” 

 

She slumped onto the top of the table covering her breasts with her hands.  “But you were in there too.  You weren’t innocent.  You were into it.”

 

“Oh, we’ll edit that out.  Don’t worry child.  When the court sees it they will see you strip and offer yourself to me and then they will see me conduct a very professional exam.  I think we got you, sweety.”

 

“What do you mean – got me! What do you plan to do?”  She paused and quickly returned to her seductive character and said, “What do you want me to do for you, Officer?  You’re not going to send me to jail, are you?  Let me give you something instead.  Anything.”

 

“Well let’s see what kind of skills you have.  Service me, bitch,” he yelled.  She went over to him in the chair but he waved her off.  “I want to see this on the video,” he said and he moved the chair toward the center of the room.  She asked if she could remove his pants and she assumed his silence to be acceptance.  She undid his belt, unzipped him and pulled his pants down to his ankles.  She gave him her sexy look and leaned into him, breathing in his ear.  “You will let me go, won’t you, Officer,” she whispered in his ear.  Silence.  She slithered her body down toward his lap.  Her hands got there before her mouth and had no trouble finding his thick hard cock.  She poked it through the opening in his shorts as her hands enveloped it.  She then looked into the camera and posed his cock into its lens, her hand cradling it behind.  She continued to look at the camera as her face slowly lowered to the head of his cock.  She licked it slowly.  Then looked pleadingly into his eyes as she lowered her mouth over his cock.  She first played with just the first two inches, the sensitive under-skin of his rigid circumcised cock.  She grabbed the shaft with both hands and slowly slid her hands down pulling the skin around his entire cock to go taut.  She begin moving her mouth up and down a considerable portion of his average length but ample thickness.  Her tongue played sloppily where his missing foreskin was.  Up and down, while she looked up into his face.  He was in another dimension no longer thinking about anything but the feeling she was giving him.

 

She moved her mouth up and down in a rhythm that started slow and moved faster in easily paced increments.  She put some extra spit on him as the pace increased.  As he approached his orgasm, she began moving her hands up and down in synch with her mouth.  When he did come, his first spit caught her tonsil but she pushed his direction to one side, leaving his cock in her mouth through his entire ejaculations.  She didn’t swallow but opened her mouth so his cum ran down her chin.  She removed her mouth when he was done, pursed her lips and spit out the rest.  She knew she swallowed some and now had to swallow more as she cleaned her mouth with her tongue.  She wasn’t proud of her behavior with this silent man but her pussy was dripping and maybe he would let her go now.  

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