Pr*ck Charming

by Madison Faye

  I glanced at Blake, and he glanced at me. Our eyes narrowed, our jaws tightened, and I watched as both of our willpowers concerning Samantha Caraway finally crumbled to dust.

  We’d denied ourselves for too long.

  And we were done holding back.

  Chapter 8

  Samantha

  “What did I say about finding you in this car again?"

  I gasped, my pulse jumping in my breast at the sudden growling nature of the blond cop’s voice. His hand tightened on my much smaller body, and I gasped a second time as he suddenly spun me around and pushed me hard up against the side of the convertible. Both of them pressed me against the hot metal and held me there tightly as they leaned in close.

  “Playing with your naughty little pussy while spying on some nice couple on their own private property, hmm?" The blond-haired guy’s coarse words caught me totally off-guard, and yet sparked something wild in me as he growled into my ear.

  Suddenly, he sniffed, and his face went dark.

  “Do I smell wine on your breath?”

  I felt the floor drop out from under me. Oh my God, this was about to go from bad to worse.

  "Drinking, while in a stolen car, and we also get to throw lewd and indecent public exposure into the mix, huh?”

  I felt my blood run cold, and my body trembled as I realized that it didn’t quite matter what I said right then, the circumstantial evidence was enough to get me in a lot of trouble.

  “Officer, I—”

  The dark-haired guy grinned darkly at me as they spun me around against the side of the convertible, bending me across the hood. I gasped as I suddenly felt metal going around my wrists.

  “Whoa! You can’t just—”

  "We can't just what, miss? Arrest you? Yeah, actually we can." The dark-haired cop growled at me. “The boys down at the station are going to love you.”

  A cold feeling washed over me — jail!?

  "Wait! Wait! Hang on!" My hands were firmly cuffed behind my back as I leaned into the car, and I knew they could see my thong pulled tight up against my pussy peeking out from under my short skirt.

  And fuck was I wet.

  I was almost horrified to admit it to myself, but I was also wildly turned on by the two big, muscled, hunky cops cuffing my wrists and bending me over like that. Just like before, when the dark-haired one had patted me down, I felt my pulse hammering in my ears and my body responded to the filthy-wrong hotness of the situation.

  “Officers! Please! It’s—” I swallowed heavily as they spun me around, my ass against the car and my chest heaving. “That’s my fiancé in there with…with her. Well, ex-fiancé,” I spat out.

  The two of them stopped for a second, and out of the corner of my eye, I could see the dark-haired guy glance at his partner and smirk. “Sounds like we might have a case of jealous, scorned lover here, Blake.”

  The blond guy — Blake, apparently — sighed and shook his head. “Definitely. We should probably check her for possible weapons, Dustin.”

  His hands grabbed my hips without warning, and I gasped as I felt myself spun back around and bent over the back of the car. Blake suddenly dropped down to his knees behind me, and I felt a shiver run through me as I felt his hands on the backs of my bare thighs. Slowly, he started to feel my smooth, creamy legs, starting at my calves and slowly working his way up.

  Oh my God, were they seriously patting me down again?

  My head spun, but at the same time, the desire I couldn’t even begin to ignore spiked through me like a shot, making my toes curl and my core tighten. I could feel the pulsing heat between my legs, my heart pumping faster as one hunky cop slid his hands up my thighs while his partner held me firmly against the car.

  And I was so wet.

  Horribly, toe-curlingly, dripping wet.

  Looking back, I’m not totally sure how it got to that, but sure enough, as Blake’s hands moved up my legs, his face close to the backs of my thighs, I could just feel my pussy start to get wetter and wetter. His hands pushed my skirt up high, almost all the way over my ass, and my face went bright red.

  I knew he could see how fucking wet I was. Hell, he could probably smell how turned on the rough way they were treating me was getting me.

  I felt him pause, his hands around my naked thighs, and then he chuckled. “Dustin, looks like she might be hiding something here.”

  I heard the dark-haired guy — Dustin — growl darkly into my ear, sending a pulsing shock right down to my pussy. “Is that a fact, huh? I better take a look too then.”

  I groaned as I felt him kneel beside the first guy, both of them staring right at my soaking wet panties clinging like a soft white second skin as they molded wetly against my lips.

  A hand came swatting down on my almost bare ass, making me gasp and jerk against the side of the car.

  “Spread those legs miss,” one of them growled.

  I groaned again, my face going bright red as I felt their hands start to pull my legs wider. And I knew this was wrong — I knew there was no way this was okay for them to be doing. But at the same time, every part of me wanted them to keep going. Every part of me screamed for them to take me right there and do whatever they wanted with me.

  I moaned at the thought, biting my lip as I felt their hands pull at my legs.

  “Shit, you mean this?”

  I gasped. Strong fingers slid against the soaking wet center of my panties, making my breath hitch and my body shiver. The fingers slipped up and down the wet groove there, pressing the soaking wet cotton against my dripping slit and making me arch against the side of the car.

  I could hear the gruff voice of Dustin, the dark-haired cop. “Yeah, looks like she’s hiding something all right. Probably a concealed weapon of some kind.”

  I groaned deeply as I felt him begin to push his fingers harder against my slit, pushing the soaking wet fabric of my panties in between my lips.

  “I suppose we should show her what a real weapon looks like, shouldn’t we?” It was Blake’s voice, and I could hear him standing up behind me.

  “Definitely.” His partner chuckled, standing as well.

  I was panting heavily standing there against the convertible, and I could feel my pulse start to race faster and faster, my pussy getting wetter and wetter as I felt the two big men stand up behind me.

  I could hear the jangle of holster belts and buckles behind me, and then the obvious sound of zippers being drawn down.

  Holy fuck.

  Part of me knew I could stop this. Part of me knew I could say something, and tell them this had gone too far, and I knew they’d stop.

  It was the other part of me though that told the first part to keep its fucking mouth shut.

  Because I didn’t want them to stop. This was insane, and nothing remotely close to anything I’d ever in a million years thought about doing. I mean I was handcuffed, and bent over a stolen car, with the two hottest men I’d ever even seen putting their hands on me, teasing my soaking wet pussy, and promising to do all sorts of wicked, filthy things to me.

  And maybe the me from yesterday, the me that was still willing to bottle everything up and pretend all the wrong in her life could be ignored, would have stopped this. Maybe that version of me would have shook her head, told them flat out to get their hands off of me, and gone on with her boring existence with her scummy, cheating fiancé and her adventure-less life.

  …Good thing I wasn’t that girl anymore, not after I’d seen that text.

  Because now, I was a new me, and the new Samantha was going to live life to the fullest, say what was on her mind, and do what she wanted. And what I wanted right then was to let go. I wanted to let go of the old me, and part of me that was unsure about this. And what I wanted the most was for these two hot, gorgeous men to make me feel what I hadn’t felt in a long time — desired, sexy, and wanted.

  And I wanted it right now.

  “You going to arrest me or what, you pigs?”

  They fro
ze, and I felt my chest seize up.

  Shit, had I just taken it way too far? My brow furrowed, and I chewed on my lip as I suddenly worried that I’d gone farther than I should have.

  And then I heard them chuckle.

  I started to grin, but I suddenly gasped as I felt a powerful hand smack down across my ass with a sharp crack, making me cry out.

  “I think someone’s resisting,” Dustin’s voice growled in my ear.

  “I think someone’s begging for some excessive force,” Blake’s equally gruff voice rumbled into my other ear, making me moan as the tingle teased through my body.

  “Yes,” I whispered out, panting as I felt both cops gripping my ass firmly.

  “You want it, you better ask nicely for it,” Dustin whispered darkly into my ear, and I moaned loudly as his fingers slid between my legs and over my soaked panties.

  “Please,” I panted, arching my back and feeling the last of my reservation scatter to the wind.

  Blake spanked me again, making me moan as I felt his partner’s fingers slide up and down the lips of my pussy.

  “We’ve waited a long time for this, you know,” Blake growled into my ear, his palm sliding and smoothing over my tender ass. “And we won’t be denied anymore.”

  I shivered.

  “On your knees, miss,” he whispered into my ear. “Now.”

  Chapter 9

  Samantha

  Shaking with anticipation, my tongue darting out to wet my lips, I did as I was told. With the cuffs holding my arms behind me, I nodded and found myself dropping down to my knees on the ground, facing the car.

  My heart pounded.

  Again, I knew I could stop this, but there’s no way wanted to do that now. I wanted this — whatever “this” turned out to be — with every buzzing, tingling part of me.

  “Now turn around, slowly.”

  I did as Officer Blake told me to do. Slowly, on my knees, I shuffled around until I was facing them, and then my jaw dropped.

  And my pussy pulsed.

  The two cops both had their thick cocks sticking out through the flies of their dark blue uniforms, and they were huge — like, jaw-droppingly, panty-soakingly, drool-worthy HUGE. They grinned at me as they both slowly brought hands up and began to stroke their big dicks right in front of me, and I could feel my pussy positively throb between my legs in spite of myself.

  Part of me wanted to run away screaming — I mean, this was so wrong.

  But the other part of me? Well, the other part of me was hotter, wetter, and more turned on than I could ever remember being.

  “You see miss, you’re in a lot of trouble here. You know that right?” Officer Blake grinned, slowly pumping his big dick as he winked at me.

  I nodded slowly, unable to take my eyes off of the huge, throbbing cock in his hand. “Yes sir.”

  A million thoughts raced through my mind, but as I stared at the two dominant, hung men standing right in front of me, my flurry of thoughts suddenly focused on one, powerful need. I felt a shiver run through my body, and felt the blood pound in my ears as my aching pussy throbbed between my thighs. I knew exactly what I wanted to do then.

  Dustin stepped forward, his eyes glinting at me as he slowly stroked his cock. He pushed his hips forward, and I suddenly gasped as his thick dick suddenly bobbed right in front of my face.

  “Open wide, miss.”

  Looking up at him, I slowly found myself nodding.

  I wanted this.

  And beyond anything I could have ever imagined me doing, I opened my mouth for a strange man’s big cock.

  I moaned as it slid across my lips, tasting his salty sweet pre-cum as the big head pushed into my mouth. I felt my lips stretch, my jaw going to its widest as the enormous cock slipped into my mouth. Dustin’s hand slid into my long hair, and he grinned down at me as he gripped it firmly in his fist.

  “Good girl, Samantha. Now just suck my cock.” I moaned, feeling my pussy clench up at his coarse words. I looked up to see him wink at me as my lips closed around his thick shaft.

  I hummed lightly on his dick as I began to suck at it. Hollowing my cheeks, I slurped gently as I moved my mouth up and down his girth. My tongue swirled around his head, teasing the tip and tasting more of his salty sweetness.

  “Fuck,” Dustin hissed. “Jesus she’s fucking incredible.” He growled looked down on me sucking his big cock. “I bet you do this with all the cops that pull you over, huh? I bet you swallow all their big dicks to get out of tickets all the time don’t you, you dirty little slut.”

  I shook my head, moaning as pure lust rippled through me. I’d never had a man talk to me like this, and I suddenly found that it was turning me on like nothing else ever had before. It was filthy, and I fucking loved it.

  Blake stepped forward then, his own huge dick throbbing in his fist as he stroked it. He pushed the head against my cheek, stroking himself as his pre-cum smeared across my skin.

  I gasped as I pulled off Dustin and turned to Blake, looking up at him as well, there on my knees with my hands cuffed behind my back and my naughty little pussy absolutely leaking my desire through my soaking wet panties. Without hesitation, this time feeling the blood roaring in my ears, I sucked his cock head into my mouth and slurped. He groaned, bringing his hand to my hair as well as he slid his hips forward, pushing his cock deep into my throat. Next to us, Dustin began to stroke his slicked cock against my face, lightly smacking my cheek with the fat head.

  I didn’t even know how to begin to admit it to myself, but I was fucking loving this. I was wetter and more turned on than I’d ever been, just feeling the two big cops use my mouth like that and dominate me.

  “Alright, haul her up, I’m gonna check the backseat for contraband.”

  Blake reached down and started to bring me to my feet as Dustin opened the car door and moved into the back of the convertible. He sat back in the big backseat and grinned at me as I stood. He began to unclip his heavy belt and push his uniform pants down his legs. Suddenly, I felt Blake guiding me to the back door and pushing me over onto my knees in the backseat. I was suddenly face to face with Dustin’s big cock with my naked ass and dripping pussy sticking out the side of the car for Blake.

  Dustin wasted no time at all. Grabbing my head, he brought my mouth back down to his throbbing cock. Hungrily, I moaned as I suckled him, slurping at his giant dick and hearing him grunt. It was a little awkward with my hands cuffed like that, but there was something so fucking hot about him guiding my mouth for me up and down his shaft.

  Suddenly, I moaned into him as I felt something hot and wet tease right against my soaking wet panties. Holy shit, it was a tongue! I groaned deeply, the naughty electric feelings spreading out through my whole body as Blake’s tongue lapped and sucked at my soaked thong. His fingers suddenly reached up and pulled the tiny garment to the side, and I moaned deeply around his partner’s cock as I felt his tongue slide deep into my tight little cunt.

  He curled his tongue around my aching clit as he licked me, teasing at the throbbing button and making my body shiver as he lapped at my sticky sweet wetness.

  God this was so dirty. I was on the side of the road in a strange neighborhood letting one police officer fuck my mouth with his big dick while his partner pulled my panties to the side and ate me out.

  And his tongue was driving me crazy. It slipped back and forth across my clit before going rigid and pushing deep into my slit. I could feel the vibrations of his moans in my cunt as he ate me, his tongue pushing deep into my folds.

  But then he pulled away, and I felt him stand behind me. I could hear the jangle of his own gun-belt dropping from his hips, and then I pulled off Dustin with a gasp as I felt something thick press right against me.

  The bulging, hot head of Blake’s massive cock.

  I whipped my head around and stared at him, seeing him gripping his cock around the head and pressing it against my slippery, tight slit. A surge of raw lust rippled through me in anticipation of this
hunky, brawny cop about to slide his big fat cock right into my pussy.

  “Wait, officer! I don’t know if we should—”

  But he just grinned wolfishly at me as he pressed forward, the thick head of his cock stretching my pussy wide as he pushed in. I felt my words tumble into moans as my jaw went slack at the huge feeling of being totally stretched by his big dick. I whimpered in pleasure, there on my knees in the backseat of the car, resting on my cheek with my hands handcuffed behind my back. My eyes were wide as I watched this dominant, hunky cop slowly stretch and fill my pussy with his enormous shaft.

  Dustin pulled me back around and slipped his cock back against my lips, sliding into my hot mouth. I grunted around him as I felt Blake slowly begin to open me up, stretching my tight slit wide for his thick girth. Slowly, one hand clutching my ass and holding my panties to the side and the other reaching down to lightly stroke my clit, he pushed in. I could feel my pussy clench at him and throb between my legs as he slowly filled me to the hilt with thick, hot cock. And when I felt his heavy balls rest against my lips, I shuddered, knowing he was buried completely inside of me.

  Dustin’s hands gripped my hair as he began to fuck my mouth, sliding his huge head over my lips and deep into my mouth as he grunted. My arms flexed and strained at my handcuffs as I felt Blake start to pull slowly out of me before plunging back in and making my breath catch.

  The two hung cops started to slide in and out of my mouth and my pussy in unison like that, filling me up and then sliding out, only to double-stuff me once again as they pushed in deep. My mind was flying in a million different directions trying to even begin to wrap my head around this. Part of me was screaming at me about how wrong this was, how slutty it was for me to be moaning like this while two hung policemen fucked me hard on the side of the road. I moaned and pushed back against Blake, reveling in the feeling of getting fucked at both ends by these two gorgeous dominant men in uniform.

  Dustin grunted and pulled my hungry mouth off his cock, chuckling as I leaned forward for another taste. “Damn, we found ourselves a hungry little plaything, didn’t we?” My pussy throbbed at his words, and I bit my lip and looked at him.