by Bianca James
That was my theory and the reason I’d been checking out some of the professors at college recently, not that any of them seemed remotely interested in me. There were, no doubt, rules about that sort of thing. What I needed was someone I could let myself go with. Somebody who’s not going to judge my voracious and unique appetites as well as the countless fantasies that swim around in my head, yet find no outlet for expression.
Where would I even begin with the self-centered frat guys in college? How long would it take to get comfortable enough with them to open up and share that dark, sensual part of my mind I’ve kept hidden and suppressed for so long?
Chapter 5
“So, what have we got here?” His thick finger brushed across my moist slit, pausing to probe inside. I was beside myself with arousal at being strip searched and dominated by the handsome and very imposing cop, but when he started to finger me, I nearly begged him not to stop. “You’re dripping wet. Is that for your John over there?”
“John? No, wait…you don’t think I’m a—”
“Save it for the judge, sweetie.” He cut me off. “I don’t need to hear the same old shit from your type,” he continued dismissively.
“But it’s not what you—”
Slap! With one hand still cradling my wet mound, his other hand slapped me hard on the ass.
“Shut up. I’ll ask the questions, you answer them. Got it?”
“Yeah, but you don’t—”
Slap!
I bit my lip and kept quiet.
Before he could continue with his questions, I heard Jerry’s truck start up and begin to reverse.
“Where’s he think he’s going?” The black cop called to his partner.
He shrugged casually. “I cut him loose. Told him I’d call his wife the next time I found him scoring a blow-n-go from a hooker in a back alley. That stopped him farting in church.”
“You lazy asshole. You don’t want the paperwork. Am I right or am I right?”
“Never mind what I do or don’t want, what have you got there?” He looked me up and down approvingly, relieving me of what little clothing I had on, with his eyes.
“I think we got us a horny hooker, partner, at least that’s what I think we got.”
“I told you, I’m not a—”
“Shut-the-fuck-up,” both cops said in unison.
“Let’s see your ID, that’ll tell us the story. We’ll run your details through the system and see what pops.” Reggie held out his hand.
“Look, Officer…” I squinted to read his badge in rhythmic blue and red flashes of the patrol car lights, “DeShawn…I’m not a hooker. I was at a club and that guy snatched me from a bus shelter. He was trying to force me onto him when you guys showed up. I thought you were here to help me, not arrest me.”
“ID?” His hand remained outstretched.
My shoulder slumped. “I don’t have any. No purse, phone, ID. Nothing. My friend has everything. She’s gone home already. The bitch ditched me at the club and took her bag with all my stuff still in it.”
“I see,” DeShawn said. He looked across the alley to his partner, who nodded as he came closer and looked me up and down with the same lecherous eyes I’d felt burning my skin earlier.
“Maybe I should frisk her, too? Can’t be too careful and we should be following best practice after all.”
“I’m not hiding anything. I told you, my friend has all my stuff. I just want to go home and forget this night ever happened,” I whined.
“That’s not going to happen. You’re going into lockup for the night before you see the judge in the morning. Without ID, there won’t even be a chance of you getting bail.” As he got closer, I could make out the name on his shield. Hancock. I could also see the full length of his penis swelling down the inside leg of his black uniform pants.
Hancock, hey? That’d be right, I thought.
Then the panic really started to hit home. His words rang in my ears. Worst case, I thought I might have been driven home in the patrol car and shamed in front of my folks and neighbors. Maybe I’d get written up for some minor infringement, but these guys were talking jail. Jail! Not to mention court. I could feel my college scholarship and post grad job opportunities ebbing away, replaced with a minimum wage job flipping burgers at some greasy diner in the ass-end of nowhere.
Hancock was a lot rougher with his hands than his partner. His dry, crusty fingers rasped my butt cheeks and my pussy lips and he slid one hand down the front and the other down the back of my panties. Even the way he dipped his finger to see if Reggie was right about me being naturally wet was forceful and indifferent. I should have felt disgusted and violated at such treatment by the two officers who I thought were going to rescue me from the smelly, sleazy truck driver. But, I wasn’t ashamed to admit, I felt neither. It was like they had channeled my dirtiest, filthiest fantasies and they were no more than players in my slutty sex dream.
Being cornered in a dark alley with a tall, black, handsome cop and a dangerous looking, rough white cop was something beyond my wildest fantasies and I just wanted to scream to them “Take me hard and rough. Fill every hole. Use me like a dirty little cum dump” But I didn’t. That would have spoiled the entire moment and robbed them of the dominance and power they thought they had over me. It would have ruined everything if I’d not shown them the fear they seem to thrive upon.
“What you think Reggie? Should we see if she wants to work her way out of this? Trade a little something for a free pass? I bet you haven’t had any in a while. We both get out of the paperwork, too.”
“No—” I started to say before DeShawn slapped my ass with his broad, black hand.
“Nobody was talking to you.” He looked at his partner and his mouth twisted into a cruel leer. “Yeah, you’re right. It’s been a long time. I could do with some. I’m in.”
“So I get no say in this at all?” I quizzed, knowing the answer already.
They both shook their heads. Their cold eyes were filled with dark desire and perilous lechery. I knew where they were heading and the thought caused a wave of heat to cascade up my thighs and through my pussy, resulting in an aching need to be filled and taken. Taken hard and without mercy.
They both looked predatory and very, very dangerous. The idea that they had me cornered like their prey excited the hell out of me. I was burning with lewd impulses and vulgar thoughts. I was so ready for them to use me hard and relentlessly for their own pleasure.
Hancock still had one hand down the back of my panties and I felt him spread my butt cheeks with his ring and index fingers as his middle finger sought out what I’d always thought of as my ‘no-fly-zone’. Maybe that was a throwback to my early years at Sunday school, but I’d always thought of it as being a sinful opening and not one that should be touched at all in any kind of sexual way.
Yet, there I was pushing my ass back toward the older uniformed officer as he explored it with his rough finger. Maybe it was the fact that he was touching me in my forbidden place or perhaps I was just enjoying the sensation of having the nerve endings around my puckered flower stimulated. All I knew was that it felt amazing!
Then he pulled his hand out, spat on his finger and went back to work, this time, rimming me with his warm, wet finger. It was delectable. Like a Wet Willie in the ass. Who knew this was a ‘thing’. I sure as hell didn’t.
“Fuck, she’s tight, Reggie. But very responsive. I think she’ll stretch out nicely with a bit more work.”
Officer DeShawn decided it was time he had a taste of the action and to my delight, he started unbuckling his belt and within seconds had exposed the most massive piece of meat I’d seen in my life. Now, to be clear, I’d not had a huge amount of experience with older men’s cocks, and this was my first introduction to something other than the pasty little Irish cock my one and only college boyfriends had.
Oh-my-God! It was fucking enormous. There was no other description I could have used for it. It stood erect and proud, the thic
k, ebony shaft seemed to go on forever, crowned by a glorious helmet shaped head that was of a different hue to the darker color of the shaft. It was a thing of beauty and I just wanted to reach out and touch it. It was one outstanding cock.
Reaching out, I wrapped one hand around the substantial shaft, amazed that my hand barely encircled half its girth. Wow! It responded to my touch by hardening and swelling further, causing the bulbous dome of the head to do likewise, as if it were some kind of beast in its own right and it was telling me it wanted more.
“Eat my dick,” Reggie ordered gruffly.
When you ask so politely, how can a lady refuse? I thought. Reggie was turning out not to be the well-groomed gentleman I thought he was.
And I was glad of that, too.
“I don’t think I—”
“Suck my fucking dick or I’ll make you swallow it the hard way.”
“And from now on, we’re your Daddy. So that’s what your gonna call us if you want things to go well for you, got it?”
I shot a glance at each of them. Neither was laughing. This was no joke.
“Yes…yes…Daddy.” I looked them in the eyes to see if I’d said it right. The desire that burned brightly in both their eyes told me I was right on the money.
Bending over to bring my face eye to eye with his cock, so to speak, I carefully opened my mouth and began to encircle the swollen rim of the crown with my tongue while I got used to the idea of taking it in my mouth.
Having bent over, my ass protruded further out and Hancock took the opportunity to wet his finger some more and proceeded to open my ass with it, burying it deeper than he had before. It felt uncomfortable and even a bit painful, but there was something delightful about it too, in a weird kind of way that I couldn’t really describe.
Suddenly, Reggie’s powerful hand roughly grabbed my long blond hair and held my head firmly in place as he thrust his hips forward, forcing his cock into my mouth in a way that made me gag and almost choke. I tried to pull away, but he wasn’t having any of that and held me firm.
“I told you I’d make you take it. Next time do what I tell you, or else,” he threatened.
“Open your legs more,” demanded Hancock as he kicked at the sexy ‘stripper heels’ I’d worn to the club. I did as I was told, widening my stance and thrust my ass out further at the same time so he could finger my ass even more. I was starting to really enjoy the sensation.
Reggie must have known I was struggling with his huge cock filling my mouth because he pulled my head away from it and let me breath through my mouth for a few moments.
“You’re gonna suck the fuck out of me and I ain’t stopping until you milk every bit of it and gulp it like you love it.”
I nodded. He reefed a fistful of my hair and shot me an angry look.
“Yes, Daddy.” My voice quaked but not from fear. Far from it.
With one hand around his shaft, I used the other hand to cup his balls. They were heavy. Laden with cum. I remembered hearing earlier Hancock joking that Reggie hadn’t had any for a while. I’d never let my ex come in my mouth. He always wanted me to suck him, but not like this. Wild, demanding and possessive. This was what I’d been craving for a long time, now. Being dominated. Taken. Used. My ex was never capable of anything like this, so there was no point sharing my inner slut with him. He wasn’t man enough or old enough to deal with it or give me what I needed.
Perhaps it was the dominant growl in his voice or the demeaning, filthy words he was hurling at me, but I was getting wetter by the minute and I felt a clawing need to be filled. My pussy ached for some cock and Hancock didn’t seem to be in any hurry to fulfill my needs.
“Hancock, you gonna fuck me or play with my backdoor all night?”
“You want it, now, do you? Alright then. I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you’ll wish you were back in the truck taking that losers stinky, unwashed dick in your sweet little mouth,” he roared as he pulled my panties to the side and plunged his other hand between my legs, spreading my soaked slit. He hadn’t even bothered to pull his finger out of my ass. Not that I was complaining about at that.
Looking backward, between my spread legs, I could see his pants and shorts shimmy to the ground before he took his cock in his hand and began to guide it toward my slick, waiting pussy. I was hungry for his cock to slam into me and fill me up. Hard and deep was how I wanted it.
Reggie didn’t want to wait any longer for his release. How did I know that? Well, the words “Make me come, bitch. Fuck me with your mouth like a dirty hooker,” pretty much gave me all the clues I needed.
With my hand holding his enormous sack while he pumped his gigantic cock in and out of my mouth, nearly all the way down my throat, I felt him start to pulse, ready to come. I had no idea what to expect, but I knew I had no choice but to take him, all of him, deep and dirty.
A hard slap on my ass cheek drew my attention back to Hancock.
“Make me come, too, you dirty little shit Fuck me good. Fuck me real good,” he wailed as he pounded me hard and deep.
I pushed back on him as he pushed his hips forward and the tip of his cock, which had been rubbing between my saturated pussy lips, now plunged into the depths of my desperate and needy channel. He buried himself to the hilt in one hard, uncompromising thrust and I felt the thrill of being penetrated and filled to capacity with his generous cock and his finger in my ass. Two cocks down there would have ticked one of my dream fantasies off the list I kept in my head, but this was a good entrée to that particular whim. I loved it.
I felt like a spit-roast pig being speared at both ends by the cocks of two real men who knew what they wanted and knew how to take what was theirs. It was so primal and animalistic that it felt almost surreal. Like a dream. Or, in my case, like a long time fantasy come true.
I sucked on Reggie’s cock like a woman possessed and fist fucked what I couldn’t take in my mouth, which was quite a lot. It felt like he was getting longer and harder by the minute.
Behind me, Hancock was slamming me like there was no tomorrow, pounding me hard. With each stroke he pulled back until the head of his cock reached my tight pussy entrance then hammering it home again, hard and fast. I felt his balls slapping against me with each frenzied thrust and I tried to scream with delight at the rough, unbridled treatment he was dishing out, but that’s not easy to do with a giant black cock burying itself halfway down your throat.
Maybe it was the scream I was trying to let out or because he was already close to spilling his load, but either way, Reggie erupted with a force that took me by surprise as jets of salty cum hit the back of my throat over and over again. There was an absolute torrent of the thick, creamy semen and it started running out the corners of my mouth and down my face.
“Take it all you little cum dumpster,” Reggie cried out as he squeezed himself dry in my mouth.
“That’s it Reggie, we’ll fill this fucking dirty cum slut from both ends until she can’t take any more. I’m filling her tight little pussy now. Oh fuck! Here I come!”
Hancock’s finger rammed my ass until it was fully buried all the way. At the same time he drove his cock home hard for the last time and it burst deep inside me, spilling his hot load within me.
“Fuck yeah! Feel that. Take my hot fuck. Squeeze my balls. Get every drop out of them,” Hancock hissed as his orgasm continued like it was never going to end.
When I reached between my legs and cupped his balls, I felt his sack contracting and convulsing in my hand as he shot his molten hot load into me.
I’d never been so turned on in my life. I hadn’t realized it, I was so busy looking after the two horny cops, but my own heat had been rising to the point where I felt I was on the precipice of a massive climax myself. I had a deluge of gelatinous creamy cum dripping out of what felt like every fucking hole in my body and the thought of how that must have looked, tipped me over and I felt my climax surge through me. I’d wanted to be taken and used and my fantasy becoming reality exploded i
nto the most powerful orgasm, beyond anything I’d ever imagined. It was a dazzling and totally remarkable experience.
As the tidal wave of climax began to recede, I felt a spray of something hot and sticky all over my face and shoulder. I had Hancock still buried deep at one and Reggie’s cock had finally pumped itself dry in my mouth and I still had it firmly in my grip. What the fuck?
“Oh, yeah! That’s what I’m t…t…talking about. Freddy wants to be your Daddy, too!” I heard an unfamiliar voice screech in ecstasy.
I looked to the side and there was some weird looking guy with Harry Potter glasses and a plaid shirt giving himself a hand job with his wrists handcuffed together. Ropey streams of his cum were jetting toward my face. Where the fuck had he come from?
“Shut the fuck up, Freddy!” Both cops shouted at him.
And that’s the true story of my disaster night ended. I didn’t go to jail and have a memory that will stay with me forever.
Now all I have to do is keep working on not attracting trouble or bad situations.
Or not.
Chapter 6
I’d never really thought about what it would be like to be kissed by a girl. Not that I’m against that kind of thing, it just never occurred to me. When I felt Chloe’s lips touch mine, I was filled with apprehension, a sense of curiosity and an almost electric thrill of raw sexuality, like I’d never really felt before. It felt so wrong. So naughty. So forbidden. I loved it!
With my back pressed against the cold steel bars of the cell, I gave in to my lustful instincts and parted my lips to allow her tongue to snake its way into my mouth, exploring every dark, forbidden corner of it. My nipples began to ache they were so hard and the heat building between my thighs was almost unbearable.