By the time he pulled out, cum was already leaking onto the sheets, staining them and making them utterly disgusting. I felt my asshole twitch, the thick, creamy stuff dripping from it. Sam watched what he'd created with a grin, running an affectionate hand over my thigh.
Within a few seconds, Joe had grabbed me by the hair and tugged me down, holding me in place, nose against his flat stomach. I inhaled his masculine scent, eating up the sensation of having him down my throat. His cock throbbed needily, and soon, he was shooting his hot cum into me, choking me and gagging me.
He pulled out ever so slightly, stroking the base of his cock whilst keeping the tip in my mouth, ensuring that I'd be able to swallow every last drop. I held eye contact with him as he came, enjoying the taste that trickled over my tired tongue.
"Fuck- Violet, you're good - a perfect fucktoy-" He groaned, the last of his cum dripping onto my tongue and into my belly. I smiled up at him, satisfied with what he'd given me. I bit my lip, trying in vain to stay quiet - within seconds, I was moaning loud enough to wake the neighbors, Daniel's dick buried deep inside of me.
Daniel's thrusts had grown uneven - he was obviously not able to hold out for much longer. I looked into his eyes as he pounded my tight, virgin pussy, lips parted in ecstacy.
"Cum inside-" I begged softly, reaching out, hoping he'd allow me to hold him. "I want you to cum inside - I need it, I need you to fill me up, fill me up all the way-" I moaned, voice broken and wavering as he slammed into me. I was almost horrified by my own tongue, shocked by the words it'd managed to utter.
"Whatever you say - whores always need more cum-" He smirked, holding me by the hips, allowing me to drape my arms across his back. His pace grew rapid, grew too much for me to take. I went limp in his arms, eyes rolling back and seeing stars as he finally hit the spot I'd been waiting for him to hit.
I hit orgasm almost instantaneously, mouth hanging open in pleasure. My pussy clamped down on Daniel's cock over and over, legs wrapping around him, heels digging into the small of his back. I hadn't even noticed that Sam had lifted the camera off of the tripod, carrying it over and zooming in on my slutty expression.
"Fuck-" I whined, dragging out the syllables as that perfect dick hit the spot again and again, throbbing inside of me. Eventually, the spasming of my walls grew to be too much for Daniel, and he hit his orgasm, burying himself deep within me and pumping me full of his thick seed. I felt it fill me, felt the warm sensation pooling in my belly.
I had my head tipped back against the pillow, eyelids fluttering as he rode out his orgasm, dick deeply satisfying as it rubbed against my oversensitive walls.
"God...such a slut-" He panted, lazily pulling off a last couple of thrusts before removing himself from within me. I whimpered in response, shivering at the loss - it was an odd sensation, to go from being completely full to completely empty, cum leaking onto the bedsheets, pussy dripping and aching.
Sam had the camera right over my face, and I jumped a little upon opening my eyes, looking directly into the lens. Fuck - there was an entire video of this - they'd gotten absolutely everything on tape. I grimaced - how humiliating. I sat up awkwardly, exhausted and completely fucked out.
"Hey, Violet - how was that?" Sam prodded, camera still pointed at me. "Wanna do it again sometime?"
"I-" I stared, voice broken. "Yeah-- it was amazing-" Looking deeply into the camera, I leaned forward. "Don't show this to anybody and I might let you do it again."
Daniel grinned, leaning forward and scooping me up into his arms.
"I think you'll let us do it again no matter what."
I frowned, but I knew that he was right.
Dominated By Three Cops
I had never been a decent driver. Ever since high school, I'd had difficulty maneuvering through streets, down roads, following all the traffic rules that had been taught to me. Drives through big cities were hellish - my knuckles always white from gripping the steering wheel too hard, my eyes peeled for cops that were ready to call me out whenever I made a mistake.
Driving alone, at night - that was fine by me. I lived in a very small town, bordered by nothing but field and forest. The roads here were thin and winding, but I didn't mind. Usually I was the only car in sight, and therefore the rules of the road were a little more lenient. The radio blaring some cheesy pop song, I rolled down my windows and sped up.
It felt great - it was a Friday night, and I had the whole workless weekend ahead of me. The music filled my car as happiness filled my heart, the cold wind of the night blowing my hair every which way. It wasn't the first time I'd gone this fast in my car, but certainly the first time I'd gone this fast on this particular road.
I put the pedal to the floor, the wheels screeching as I went faster, and faster, and faster - with absolutely nobody around to see me. I was smiling, singing along to that stupid song, and I saw it - another car. Oh, shit. It was just any car - those telltale blue and red lights atop the vehicle let me know the truth.
I was mortified - it was dark out, so maybe these cops hadn't seen. My headlights were on, but maybe if I turned them off now - no. That'd be a bad idea. My fists curled around the wheel like they do in the big city - white-knuckled, I continued onwards.
I lifted my foot, slowing down and settling for a slow pace. Perhaps they hadn't heard the screech of my tires, hadn't seen the rapidly approaching headlights. My speed dwindled, and I leisurely drove by the car at a snail's pace, praying for the best. I stared off into the distance, heart thudding and picking up pace as I passed by them.
Just as I was about to heave a sight of relief, those lights began to flicker, and the car sprung into action, siren and all. I was going to have to suck it up and get ticketed, wasn't I? Sulking, I slowed to a crawl, my car lazily drifting across the asphalt as the police car behind me signalled the death of my dignity.
Knowing all too well what I had to do, I hit the brakes, swerving off to the side of the road and bringing my unlucky vehicle to a halt. As my engine came to a standstill, I rested my forehead against the wheel, cursing whatever God had thought this a funny joke to play on me. Honestly, if only I'd been able to restrain myself - there was absolutely no reason for me to be going as fast as I was going.
I heard the slam of the police car's door, and all that was left to do was to put on a friendly face. With a little charm, I might be able to lower the fee - I was a fairly attractive woman, after all. Grabbing my wallet from within my purse, I placed it on my lap, ready to give this man whatever it took to get me off the hook.
His footsteps were harsh on the asphalt, and I winced as he rapped his knuckles on my half-open window. Reluctantly, I rolled it down, peering up at him through my thick, mascara-clad eyelashes. I prayed that he'd be old, a lecherous, aging man who would be easily swayed by cleavage. Looking up, I realized that I wasn't going to be able to convince this man of anything.
He was by far the most handsome policeman I'd ever seen, with tousled brown locks and a jawline so sharp you could cut diamonds on it. He looked down at me with dark, dark eyes and flashed me a knowing smile. I felt a little relieved - at least he seemed friendly.
"So, how are we this evening?" He asked, making light conversation. In all honesty, I just wanted to get the whole situation over and done with. As fun as making small talk with a man of this calibre might be, I was eager to get home, make dinner, and assess the damage done to my bank account by this inevitable ticket.
"I'm fine." I replied, giving him my classic wide-eyed, innocent look. It probably wasn't going to do me much good here, but that was neither here nor there.
"You were going way too fast, you know." He began - I nodded, flushing pink at the thought that he might've heard me singing from the car as I drove recklessly down this middle-of-nowhere street. I needed to learn to not embarrass myself like this.
"Too fast. You know - I'm gonna need to call backup. I don't think I can let you off with just a ticket. These roads are dangerous at night. You could've r
eally hurt somebody, you know that?" He droned on. The way he talked made it sound as though he wasn't about to ruin my life. I knew not what he meant, but I assumed I'd be put in holding or something awful of the sort.
To have my once-clean criminal record develop such a stain would be horrible, I decided. I was going to have to comply with whatever this man wanted in the most polite fashion possible, eyes peeled for any loopholes I could jump through in order to save my poor reputation.
"Okay." I managed, voice meek and weak as I tried to make eye contact with him - he reached into his pocket and produced a phone, stepping away from my car for the time being. I could just drive off right now, but on these narrow streets, he'd catch me instantly. I shifted awkwardly in my seat, waiting for the worst.
It took a while. Before long, he returned to the side of my vehicle, seemingly supervising me. I glanced over at him from time to time, only to find that same shit-eating grin that had come to rest on his face the second that he'd pulled me over. I was starting to grow irritated with the situation, but I knew it was best to stay obedient and polite with the police.
All too soon, I heard the hum of another engine purring down the inky road - the car to which said engine belonged parked several meters in front of my own. I looked up - two men stepped out of the car. These men were...also a little too attractive to be policemen, in my opinion. How embarrassing - it figures that the officers conducting my arrest would have to be the best-looking ones in the county.
"Hey, John-" One of the two men said, as they both approached the officer that had pulled me over. I watched anxiously, listening closely to their conversation for any little details that might help me later on. "Where's this girl you were talking about?"
John gestured towards me, and I cowered under the gazes of the three men. It felt somehow overwhelming to have three pairs of eyes trained on me at once. I forced a shy smile, to which the men began to chuckle. I knew not why, but my face heated up regardless, the shame of the night filling me up ruthlessly.
"What's your name, sweetie?" One of the men asked, voice mocking in tone. I winced - so this was how it was gonna be, huh? Looking up into his blue eyes, I noted his height - far taller than the other two, he gave off an extremely intimidating air. It was hard for me to remain composed when he stared at me like that.
"Alyssa." I replied, horrified at how quiet and broken my voice had gotten. The fear had a death grip on my heart, squeezing it far too tightly as it throbbed, desperate to get oxygen flowing through me again. "My name's Alyssa."
"So earnest- I'm Officer Jones, but you can call me Travis." He said, his overtly casual nature seeming somewhat out of place in a situation like this. "And this is my buddy, Officer Smith. Call him Evan, he'll like that." He continued, gesturing towards his shorter companion, who had some admittedly impressive biceps. That voice - this man's smug tone was well and truly getting on my nerves.
"Quit stalling." John stated, pushing the two aside and tugging open my car door. He leaned over me, reaching to undo my seatbelt and shove my wallet off of my lap. Without warning, he grabbed me by the forearm and yanked me out of the car, causing me to stumble and let out a rather embarrassing noise of surprise, at which the men laughed.
I stood on shaky, custard-like legs, staring dumbly up at the men around me. John's firm grip led me over to the hood of my car - I'd seen this in movies. Were they going to force me down and cuff me? Surely the crime I'd committed hadn't been that serious - why couldn't John have done this job himself?
"So, Alyssa - I don't know if John's told you this yet, but the three of us have come up with an arrangement to...waive your ticket." Evan stated, his eyes roaming over my body rather suspiciously. I crossed my arms over my chest on instinct, an overwhelming feeling of shyness coursing through my veins.
"What sort of arrangement?" I asked, my nerves slowly starting to get the better of me as I looked into Evan's milky brown eyes. I bit my lip, stepping back a little awkwardly.
"You let us do whatever we'd like with you, and we won't let anyone know about your little road mishap." John murmured, voice so close to my ear that it was startling. His hands snaked around my waist, dipping beneath the hem of my shirt. I squeaked, skin tensing up beneath John's cold fingertips.
"No- No, just- just give me the ticket-" I begged, suddenly feeling a sense of helplessness that I'd never experienced before.
Travis stepped forward and yanked my skirt down without warning, exposing my plump thighs to the cold air. John pulled my shirt up over my head, and I was too weak to fight back. Evan's fingers snuck behind me, unclasping my bra and letting it fall. They tossed the fabric aside, leaving me bare - nothing but my panties to hide behind. My lips were parted in surprise, and my heart was thudding against my ribcage, my mind swimming in the waves of panicked thoughts.
"You weren't kidding when you said that she had nice tits-" Travis remarked, stepping forward and grabbing one of my breasts with his strong, calloused hands, using it to yank me towards him. I looked up into his eyes, the panic obvious on my face. He leaned down, capturing my lips in his own, a sloppy kiss that hadn't a trace of romance concealed within it.
Without warning, he pushed me away, causing me to stumble backwards and fall gracelessly onto the hood of the car. I stood up shakily, still in shock from the turn of events. Suddenly, a pair of hands were on my shoulders, turning me around and forcing me to bend over, cheek pressed up against the cold metal of the car's hood. I writhed beneath the strong grip, but it was an exercise in futility.
"Now, Alyssa-" John spoke, his once-casual voice having taken on an entirely different tone. "You're going to do exactly as we say if you plan on making it out of here with a clean criminal record, alright?" He snarled, cold fingers running over the soft curves of my ass. I shivered at the touch, subconsciously arching up into it.
"Alright-" I replied breathlessly, too scared to fight back.
"Good girl." John sighed, voice full of contentment. He slid his fingers beneath the waistband of my panties, tugging them down around my thighs, exposing my pussy. I was shaking, trembling, and John was seemingly getting off on it. He dragged his hand along my ass, before moving it away and then slamming it back down, spanking me hard.
I cried out in shock and pain, and though I was desperate to remain composed, I had a feeling that that particular task would be impossible. As much as that slap had stung, I had to admit to myself that there were certainly worse situations that I could be in - these men were good-looking by any standards, and I hadn't gotten laid in quite some time.
Plus, despite my reckless driving, if I let them have their way with me, I wouldn't be left with a smear on my perfect record. I decided to look on the bright side - John's fingernails felt crazy good as they ran along my ass cheek, teasing the overly sensitive, reddened skin without mercy.
John ran a finger south, circling my clit - almost embarrassingly fast, I grew needy. It felt so damn good to be touched, and though I was petrified, it was impossible for me to keep from getting wet. I angled my hips down, rolling them against John's hand desperately. Shit - I probably shouldn't act so eager in front of men like these.
"Fucking slut. Look, she's already dripping-" Came a voice from being, a voice I recognized as belonging to Travis. I wanted to protest, but he was right - my pussy had gotten wet at an alarming rate, and judging by the way I was bucking my hips uselessly, I was acting pretty damn slutty. I had to act as dignified as possible-
But John cast away my last trace of dignity when he dipped two long, thick fingers into me - my walls clamped down in appreciation, trying to pull him in further. He pressed the digits into me at a fast pace, curling them and coming infuriatingly close to grazing my most sensitive spots - though I knew he was avoiding them on purpose.
I swayed my hips temptingly, hoping to lure him in deeper - I needed his touch at this point, and I was desperate to get it. He didn't seem to care about pleasing me, merely about proving a point. I felt the two thick finger
s spread me open, and they stayed in that supremely uncomfortable position for quite some time.
"See? Told you guys she wasn't loose." John said, somewhat triumphantly, as he held me open for the other two to see. "She looks tight-"
"Nah, she's a fucking whore no matter how tight she is." Evan stated firmly, though he pressed a finger into the opening as well, stretching me to my limits. It felt insanely good to have three huge fingers that deep inside of me, and the little moans that escaped my lips were indicative of my pleasure.
"She's enjoying that a little too much, don't you think?" Travis asked, breaking the silence and stepping forward to observe the situation. "She's just our cumdumpster for the night. No need to satisfy her. C'mon, let's get down to business." He went on, a wry tone to his deep voice. I furrowed my brows in frustration, biting my lip as I felt the fingers be pulled out of me.
It was certainly a shock to feel so empty all of a sudden, and I let out a pathetic whine, one that caused the three men to snicker in their sense of superiority. I stuck my hips out further, attempting in vain to coax them back into me, but it simply wasn't happening. These men were here to use me and nothing else.
"Get up, you fuckin' slut-" Evan snapped, grabbing me by the shoulders and hoisting me up off of the hood of the car. I was shaky on my feet, panties still loosely hanging around my knees. I allowed them to fall down to my ankles, and I kicked them off, along with my shoes. Completely bare, I submitted myself to the men.
John ran his fingers through my hair, leaning down to kiss me chastely on the forehead. The gesture of affection was out of place but not unwanted - I felt a little more at ease looking into his eyes. His smile was teasing, was playful - and I wanted him so badly.
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