"Nnnnnnhnnnnnn," moaned Maddy, her throat still impaled on the guy's cock.
"Yo, man, you go for it," said Bryce. "She loves cum."
Spencer's cock twitched again. He slowly slid his hand to the front of his shorts and slid his fingers over his cock. He squeezed himself tightly through the fabric.
"Aahhhhh," the stranger groaned. "Ahhh fuck, I'm cumming."
Maddy whined in sympathy as her throat was loaded with hot cum. She didn't bob her head, she simply worked her throat muscles around the fat cock, massaging him in her liquid heat as he pumped his spunk straight into her belly. When she finally lifted her head from his lap, she let out a long gasp and wiped her lips with her fingers.
"That was a lot," she giggled and turned to Bryce, "but now I want some of what you have."
She pushed Bryce back onto the bed, the teenage boy's head actually on Spencer's shins as she straddled him and guided her boyfriend's cock to her warm, wet slit. Bryce let out a long groan of pleasure as she impaled her pussy onto his hardness. The stranger picked up a beer he must have brought with him and leaned back on the bed to watch Maddy as she began to ride Bryce's cock.
Spencer had a perfect side view of the action, even if he did have to remain perfectly still as his daughter worked her hips and bounced her ass on her boyfriend's cock. The bad shook with each up and down slide and her juicy tits heaved. She rested her hands on Bryce's chest and he grabbed her hips, thrusting up to meet her with his long cock.
"Yessss," she moaned. "Fuck that pussy. Fuck me deep, baby."
Their flesh collided with loud slaps. The smell of sex permeated the room. Spencer was keenly aware of the sensation of the seam of his boxer briefs against the underside of his cockhead, rubbing exquisitely each time the bed bounced. Watching his beautiful daughter ride her boyfriend's cock and feeling that incredible friction was almost enough to make him blow his load into his underwear. Only his willpower, and the knowledge that he would be unable to remain completely silent, kept Spencer from letting loose.
"Fuck," groaned Bryce. "I'm going to cum."
"Inside me," gasped Maddy. "I need it. I need every drop."
Bryce's fingers tightened on Maddy's hips and as her ass rose and fell on his cock, Spencer could almost see the teenager's glistening cock throbbing with orgasm. Maddy threw back her head and cried out with her own orgasm, her long auburn hair teasing the tops of her buttocks as her body heaved atop her bucking boyfriend.
They collapsed together, still atop Spencer's legs, in a sweaty, gasping heap. Maddy kissing Bryce and still slowly working her creamed pussy up and down on his cock as Bryce's spunk dripped lewdly out of from her swollen folds.
"I think I've got to have a turn at that ass, baby," said the stranger, stroking his now hard cock. "You up for that?"
"Mmmmmm." Maddy moaned and swept the hair from her sweaty, flushed face. "Yes. Give me a minute."
Bryce's cock slipped slowly out of her pussy and cum drained onto his softening cock. Maddy rose and Spencer saw her in her full, naked glory, body shimmering with sweat, belly bulging with her pregnancy but her body still fit despite her growing breasts.
"Why don't you sit down in that chair," she said, indicating the chair beside the bed.
The man got up from the bed and sat down in the chair beside it. Spencer had a great view of the guy's cock and balls, if that was something he wanted to see, but he was soon rewarded with a view of his daughter's firm ass as she straddled the stranger's lap. She rubbed her cum-smeared cunt against his hardness and kissed him passionately.
"I'm going to get another beer," said Bryce, pulling on his shorts. "You have fun, baby."
"Oh, I will," said Maddy.
She made out with the stranger for a long while as the man fondled her ass. He spread her cheeks wide and played a finger against her asshole. Spencer could see that clearly, watching as this hunky stranger teased and then penetrated his daughter's ass with a finger. He worked it in and out and she began to moan into their kiss and fuck back against his probing digit. He added another finger, stretching her pink hole wider.
"Alright, baby," she giggled. "I'm ready for it. I want you to watch that cock go in and out my ass."
She got up from the stranger's lap and turned around. As she did, she froze and Spencer realized she was looking right at him. She could see that her father's eyes were open and he watching. The shock registering on her face shifted slowly into a smile. She resumed her turn, straddling her lover's lap once again and this time facing Spencer as she pressed the stranger's cock against her anus.
"I need this so bad," she said, her words apparently addressed to her lover, but her eyes on Spencer. "Now I want you to watch every inch of this big dick disappear in my little asshole."
She sat slowly, biting her lip as her ass opened up against the stranger's fat cock. His tip stretched her and then popped inside her. She slid down him, impaling her ass onto the stranger's cock.
Terrified, but emboldened, Spencer opened his cargo shorts. Maddy's gaze flitted to his cock, soaked with precum as he gripped it in his fist and began to stroke. Her smiled widened and she began to move atop the stranger's lap.
"That's so fucking big," she moaned. "I love it."
The stranger pulled her back against his chest, turning her face and kissing her as he thrust up and into her. As they moved together, Spencer stroked his aching cock. He wanted to cum from almost the first moment, but he willed himself to hold back. He wanted to cum with them. With the cum spurting into his daughter.
She moved faster and faster, her breasts bouncing as the stranger's fingers reached over her thigh and played with her cum smeared slit. He rubbed at her clit and they shared sloppy tongue kissed. The pace of Maddy's ride intensified. Spencer stroked faster.
Maddy was looking right at him. Her eyes were heavy with lust, but she was staring at him knowingly, watching his hand work up and down the length of his cock. Her body moved up and down on the stranger's hard cock, cream dripping from her pussy as the muscular man worked her ass up and down his shaft, almost in perfect time to Spencer's stroking hand.
"Oh, fuck," groaned the stranger. "I'm going to cum."
"I want you to cum," moaned Maddy, still looking at Spencer. "I want your hot load in my ass."
Spencer moaned as his climax peaked. He could see the underside of the man's root throbbing as the hunky teen pumped cum into Maddy's ass. Maddy cried with pleasure, "Yes, yes...fuck! Fill my ass!"
Spunk shot from Spencer's cock and sailed over his chest, past his shoulder and splattered on the comforter. He desperately adjusted his aim and looked Maddy in the eye as he fired his hot cum all over her bed, hot ropes of his sticky spunk finally dropping onto his thigh and spilling over his fingers. She smiled, hair falling in her flushed face as her movements atop Jeff slowed. She sat in his lap for a long time, eyes gently mocking Spencer as guilt began to wash over him.
Finally, Spencer could take it no longer. He rolled off the bed away from his mess of cum, stuffing his cock away and crawling to the door like a whipped dog. He had never felt lower in his entire life. His voyeurism had crossed a line. He had jerked off to what his daughter was doing with a man and she had seen him do it. She had even encouraged it. The depravity of what he had done was a cloak of filth threatening to suffocate his conscience.
In the hall beyond his daughter's room, Spencer forced himself to his feet. The world swayed around him. He was still loaded, and the party was still packing the house. He staggered past a shocked Bryce and stumbled down the stairs and into the mix of the party.
The living area was thumping with loud music. Girls and guys were dancing, laughing and talking. Someone was smoking weed. There was a keg. He momentarily hoped that none of the girls were drinking and then he lurched past it, needing desperately to be out of the claustrophobic party. The way to the front door was much closer to the stairs back down to his basement. For all he knew there were teens fucking on his bed right now and he just could
n't deal with that.
"Spencer," called Katie from somewhere in the party. "Hey, Spencer, come here. Are you okay?"
"Fine!" shouted Spencer as he stumbled out the door. He wanted to be sick, but he knew he wouldn't be. The drinking he did in the marines had drowned that ability right out of him.
The cool, night air helped some. The lawn was littered with drink cups and a few groups of teens hanging out and talking. They eyed him warily, like he didn't belong and was a little amusing. Like an escaped kangaroo at the zoo.
"Fuck off," he muttered, stumbling out of the yard and into the street.
Some part of Spencer's brain kicked into automatic and he started retracing the route he had run that morning. Now, drunk off his ass and stumbling rather than running, it was taking him a long time. The downtown area of the college town was quiet and dark this late at night. He staggered past empty shops, maybe looking for a bar that was still open, he wasn't exactly sure.
It was around three in the morning, staggering through the lonely streets of the downtown area, when a police car finally flashed its lights and pulled up alongside Spencer. He staggered on a few more steps before stopping and facing the slowly rolling cruiser. He clenched his hands into fists. He was ready to throw a punch at a cop and get thrown in the jail for resisting arrest. He wasn't thinking rationally about the consequences, he just wanted to be punished.
The police car stopped and the door opened. Instead of the ex-military shitkicker, Spencer was surprised to see a petite brunette exiting the vehicle. Although she was small, she had a body on her, with her police belt hanging off her shapely hips and her uniform stretched over tits she was trying and failing to hide in a sports bra. Spencer stopped and relaxed at the sight of her.
"What are we up to tonight, sir?" asked the policewoman, shining her flashlight momentarily in his face.
"Out for a walk," said Spencer.
"Have you been drinking?"
She stepped up onto the curb and came closer. He could smell the citrus scent of her shampoo. The harsh streetlight gave her skin an unnatural blueness, but she was still beautiful. Latina, maybe, and young. She seemed almost too young to be a cop.
Spencer straightened up and answered, "Yes, I have had some. Not too much."
"I had a call someone was walking around in the street intoxicated. Are you going to be alright?"
"No law against walking after a few drinks."
"We just don't want you getting hurt out here, sir."
"Spencer," he said, offering her his hand. "You going to put me in the drunk tank?"
She shook his hand and smiled, her lips full and dark with lipstick. He felt the almost overwhelming urge to kiss her.
"How about I just give you a ride home." She tucked her flashlight into her belt. "Come on."
He followed the lovely swing of her hips and her round ass in her dark uniformed pants as she walked around her cruiser. There was no one around. Not even traffic. Once he stepped outside the light of the streetlight, he was in darkness even though he was in the middle of the street.
"You're a very attractive woman," he said. "Do you ever get guys you're arresting hitting on you?"
"Sure," she chuckled. "And the drunker they are, the more likely it is to happen. Why, are you hitting on me?"
"You were just giving me a ride home."
"That's not a 'no.'"
She opened the back door of the cruiser and motioned for him to get inside. He hesitated. Her look became more serious.
"Please, get in the vehicle, sir," she said. "Let's get you home...before you do something you're going to regret."
"I already regret one thing I did tonight." He took a step closer to her. Even drunk, his instincts told him to watch her hands to make sure she wasn't reaching for her pepper spray or worse. "What's your name?"
"Officer," she said. "Florencia. Everyone calls me Flo."
"I like Florencia better," said Spencer, taking another step closer. "You seem the same age as my daughter. She's a freshman here at Sandy State."
"Sophomore," said Florencia, seeming to relax a little. "I schedule all my classes in the afternoon and work nights as campus police."
"I'm not on campus," said Spencer.
"Technically you are, at least as far as jurisdiction is concerned."
He took another step closer, now within reach. He could see the tension in her face, but he was also pretty sure he saw desire there. Spencer was drunk, but he knew he was playing a dangerous game.
"Don't you get lonely patrolling at night?"
"There are other cops on duty." She spoke it as a warning. "I could call them on my radio and they'd be here in thirty seconds."
He made his move, slowly, holding her fixed in his gaze. He brought his hand up to her face and cradled her cheek. She did not flinch away from. She seemed to savor his touch for an instant, her eyes closing and then opening again. She finally pushed his hand away.
"What are you doing?" She demanded. "You need to get in this car, sir."
"Spencer," he said, taking a step so close his body was lightly touching her.
"Step back," she said, but the commanding tone had left her voice.
"I think you want this." He brought his hand back up to her face and cradled it. "Do you want this?"
"Step back," she repeated, her tone even softer.
"That's not a 'no.'"
Spencer leaned in and pressed his lips to Florencia's. She yielded almost instantly, her mouth hot and inviting, her tongue a serpent that embraced his own. He pressed her back against the door of the cruiser. She pushed him away.
"What are you doing?" she gasped. "You...you can't do that."
"I misread the situation," said Spencer, holding his hands out in surrender. "I apologize. I should--"
"Hands behind your back!" she snapped. "Turn around."
In seconds she had him down on his knees with his hands tightly handcuffed behind his back. She yanked him onto his feet and shoved him into the back of the cruiser.
"What did I do? What crime was that?"
"Don't fuck with me," she snapped, slamming the door in his face.
She revved the engine and pulled away from the darkened downtown area. Spencer leaned his forehead against the cool glass, feeling the weight of his guilt and his stupidity mingling into the lukewarm oatmeal of his drunk's brain. He was dimly aware of the campus passing by and the lights of the highway exits coming and going. When the police car drove into the darkness of the countryside, he finally took notice and sat up.
"Where are we going?" demanded Spencer.
Florencia looked at him in the mirror with those big, brown, almond-shaped eyes. She drove him out into the desert, to a trailer in the middle of nowhere.
She got out of the cruiser and opened the door for him. He stepped out and she unlocked his cuffs.
"What is this place?"
"Just a place where the boys bring the hot pieces of ass they pick up at traffic stops and shoplifting calls." She jerked a thumb over her shoulder. "They take them in there and let off a little steam. You gonna be a good boy and help me let off some steam?"
"Yes, ma'am. Sound like my civic duty."
The inside of the trailer was a dump of empty beer bottles, pizza boxes and overflowing trashcans. There was a mattress thrown on the floor of the living room and another, sitting on a frame and almost a real bed, in the master bedroom.
Spencer and Florencia spilled into the master bedroom, making out like a couple of teenagers and thumping into the walls. She pulled off his shirt and kissed his hairy chest. He popped open the button on her uniform and kissed the tawny mounds of her breasts heaving in her workout bra. She dropped her belt to the floor with a loud thud. Her hands worked her zipper.
"Get down on your knees," she said, pushing his shoulders. "Get down there and eat my pussy."
She was barely more than a teenager, but it was more than just the uniform and the gun that compelled Spencer to obey her. He needed to pleas
e her. He needed her cries of pleasure to alleviate his guilt.
"Yes, ma'am," he said.
He dropped to his knees with a hollow thump of the floorboards. She unbuttoned her tight uniform blue pants and slid them down her shapely thighs. He could make out her dark hair through the sheer white of her panties. She pulled those down as well and cocked her hips to lean her pubis forward. The dark-furred mound of her unshaven cunt was thick with the scent of her arousal. She pulled on his head and brought him to her hot groove.
"Oh fuck yes, get that tongue in that pussy. I know you're hungry."
Spencer moaned and grabbed her ass with both hands as he sunk the probing length of his tongue into the sweet, hot channel of her sex. Her hair tickled his nose as she pulled him against her snatch and began to thrust her hips against him. Spencer worked his tongue deep, opening her slick tunnel and brushing his lip against the bud of her clit.
"That's it," cried Florencia. "Get your tongue up there on my clit. Yes, baby, yes. Right...oh...right fucking there. Lick that clit, baby. Suck on it."
Spencer slurped loudly, drawing her delicate folds into his mouth and sucking harder at the straining bud of her clit. It was fat and well-defined. He caught it between his lips and lashed his tongue against it. Florencia responded by throwing her head back and grinding her pussy even more roughly against his face. He knew she was on the brink and when he added a finger teasing her clenching little asshole, it drove her wildly over the edge.
"Ohhhh you bad boy! Suck my fucking pussy!"
He loved the way she talked. Her filthy mouth made her blushing, innocent face seem all the naughtier.
"Get it...oh fuck...yes! YES! I'm cumming!" She wailed and nearly smothered him in her juicy sex. Her sweet cum slicked his face and flooded into his mouth. It dripped slowly from his chin as she beat her pussy furiously against his face. He savored the smothering heat of her sex. He flicked his tongue until it hurt and she finally pulled her hot sex away from him.
Florencia took a shaking step back and dropped her shapely ass onto the bed. She lifted her feet, still in shoes and entangled in her uniform pants.
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