"Heads or tails," asked the female cop, a hand in her pocket.
"It's not as if that'd change anything," answered the man as he got Cyndi to kneel down on the blue sheet.
"My my, so little confidence in so big a man..." Joe slowly got on his feet and walked up to his partner. They gazed at each other for a while. Finally, his grave voice said: "Tails."
The policewoman pulled a quarter out of her pocket and flipped it in the air. She tried to catch it, but Joe was faster. He opened his fist and held the coin high between his index finger and thumb, trying to catch some faint street light to help him make out the drawing. Cyndi's mind was starting to clear up; she was not sober yet, but the vague regret of post-drunkenness was starting to compete with her sexual passions. Though she would like to feel the other woman's fingers between her thighs again, part of her was starting to worry. What was she doing? Was that a way to start her new life as the governor's wife? The male cop scared her a little... He was not as sweet as the first officer she had met... He seemed more brutal... The word "rape", wrapped in a cloudy mist of fright and disbelief, crept into her mind.
"CHRIST!"
Joe's cry brought Cyndi back to her senses. He had lost, again!
"Jesus, I can't believe it! It's always the same damn thing, you always end up winning."
"Now, now Joe, be a good boy and get the rest of the stuff." The female cop patted him on the back with a large smile; he walked back to the car, still grumbling.
She ducked in front of Cyndi. "Don't worry sweetheart... It's not over yet. I'll take good care of you." The lady started to unbutton her uniform. However, she didn't undo the first one at her neck; she touched just enough of them to expose her breasts. Her nipples were already hard from rubbing on her clothes. She knelt down in front of Cyndi; to her surprise, the officer's breasts were even bigger than what her uniform lead to guess. Suddenly, the woman's hands were on each side of Cyndi's head, her lips locked in an obscene French kiss. Cyndi opened her eyes wide; she could feel the other's tongue in her mouth! Never before had she ever had lesbian desires, but second after second, the sweetness of those lips, the intensity of the woman's passion, the strange pressure of another woman's bosom on her own... she felt drunk once again, and terribly free, though her hands were cuffed, though she was at the mercy of strangers.
Her head was pulled towards the woman's breasts. Cyndi let her tongue run wild between, around and all over the hot boobs. One hand moved behind her head. She felt a nipple slip between her lips and the officer tightened her grasp; Cyndi started to suck hard, tickling it with her tongue. She nibbled gently on the flesh around the sensitive nipple when the woman lowered her head and whispered: "You turn me on. I am so going to fuck you..." A branch cracked nearby; it was Joe coming back. Cyndi wanted to see him, wondering if he'd still appear menacing now that she was warmed up, but the woman buried her face between her boobs and would not let her move.
"Hey, I see you've started without me."
"Bug off Joe; she's better than some I know at pleasing a woman."
"Ho ho ho; very funny."
Cyndi heard a bag being dropped on the ground. Joe got closer, but stayed behind his partner. She felt his hands grasp the generous bosom she had kissed and licked and he rubbed the tits on both sides of her head. "Get me going now, we don't have all night!" said the woman sharply. He quickly let go his toys, unbuckled her belt and unzipped the female officer's pants. She freed Cyndi's head.
What she saw got her very aroused. The female officer's pants were pulled down to her knees. She was on all fours; Joe had unzipped his own pants and was trying to fit his cock into his partner. That wasn't easy since her pants kept her from spreading her legs much, but with a shiver, he finally succeeded and, with his hands around her hips, started to bang her roughly. Cyndi could see the lust in the other woman's eyes. She was overwhelmed by the new lesbian passion the kiss had awakened in her and leaned over to reach her lips, but the policewoman pushed her back. She then reached over to the bag that had been dropped close by. She ruffled in it a little then brought out an 8.5 inch long, 2 inch thick black dildo. She held it in front of Cyndi's eyes. "This was modeled especially after Joe's cock. I won, so I get to take you first. What? Are you scared?" Cyndi was speechless. She had never tried to fit something that big! She couldn't be serious about this... "If I can take this, little bitch," Cyndi winced, "so can you. But it's best to lubricate it first." Almost as if she wanted to stab her in the face, the officer brought the dildo to Cyndi's lips. It slipped into her mouth without any resistance. Cyndi couldn't take her eyes away from the woman's. There was a wild light in them, almost a blaze in the night. Everything: her piercing eyes, her lusty grin, the feminine curves of her dangling boobs, her hips grasped by strong male hands, the sound of a cock slipping in and out of her pussy, everything gave to that woman an aura of sexual power that Cyndi craved for. The dildo in her mouth was for her like an extension of that woman's body, an extension she could please like she pleased a man.
The policewoman grinned at how enthusiastic Cyndi was. "Fuck Joe, look at that! That bitch would swallow it if I wasn't careful!" She licked her lips; Cyndi felt a wild desire to be fucked, right here, right now to ease the tension in her body. Suddenly, the busty officer took the dildo out of Cyndi's mouth and sat on her ankles, forcing the man out of her.
"Ah shit, already?" he pleaded.
"Shut up Joe," said the policewoman as she pulled a heavy leather belt out of the bag.
Cyndi noticed some kind of large hooks hanging from the buckle. As she strapped the girdle around her naked waist, the officer introduced the tip of one hook into her pussy; Cyndi could only guess where the second one found home. She did this, inches from the prisoner's eyes, and as she fastened the dildo to her belt, Cyndi's lips were kissing the tip of it. Joe had sat down behind them, his fist running up and down his shaft.
Cumbersomely, the policewoman got behind Cyndi. She would not completely pull down her pants. Cyndi felt her hand under her skirt. "Hope you're ready, sweetheart." whispered the woman in her ear. In one swift move, she pulled down her panties. She smiled: they were wet. "That's going to be good..." she said as she got into position. The panties around Cyndi's knees kept her from spreading her legs as much as she would have liked, but the policewoman made her way into her rather easily, the dildo still well lubricated by her own saliva. Six inches of black rubber disappeared on the first stroke. Cyndi gasped softly and closed her eyes. The officer pulled out and pushed in again; she was breathing heavily as well, the hooks in her body touching some sensitive parts as she moved her hips back and forth. "Get ready for more!" she said, louder. Cyndi whimpered softly in pleasure as almost the entire dildo invaded her vagina. The officer's hands left her hips to move up her back. She was leaning a little over her, and Cyndi could feel the weight of the woman's body. She fucked her that way for a few seconds, but soon whispered: "And now... we start rocking!" And her thrusts became wilder, quicker, and the whole dildo plunged deep into her. Cyndi gasped and opened her eyes. It almost hurt, yet she could not remember when she had last felt so fully satisfied by a cock. More and more, the deep penetration caused her abdomen to fill with a comforting heat. A sigh of pleasure escaped her lips.
"What you said?"
"W... what?"
"You said you love it?" asked the officer humping her.
"I... I love it."
"I didn't hear you!"
"I love it!"
"What do you want?!" Cyndi didn't respond right away. "Clac!" The woman's palm landed soundly on her butt! Cyndi cried in surprise. "What do you want?"
"I... I want it to continue!"
"What to continue?" and she spanked her again.
"F... Fuck me!"
"Fuck you?"
"Yes, fuck me!"
"What are you?" "Clac!" "What are you?"
"I... I'm a... oh please!" Cyndi swallowed. Her body was responding to each and every thrust; she moved back and forth at the rhythm the woman imposed upon her.
"Say it!" She spanked her twice.
"I'm a... I'm a fucking whore!"
"You're a bitch!"
"A bitch; oh God, yes!" Cyndi's whole body shook violently. The ruthless humping, the tantalizing foreplay, the obscene domination of the other woman, all this had built up a tension in her body so unbearable only the strongest of orgasm could relieve her. As she shook her ass left and right, the policewoman gasped and moaned, the hooks bringing her over the edge, and thrust one last time. They both were still for a moment, breathing slowly. The policewoman was now resting on Cyndi's back; she could feel the warmth of her boobs through her clothes. "My, what a lover you make..." whispered the officer.
"And... cut!" Cyndi looked at Joe. She had forgotten everything about him! He was smiling at her, still masturbating, but in his right hand was... a small digital camera! "
"What does that mean?" asked Cyndi in alarm.
"This baby means 'blackmail.'. We know who you are. Congrats to your hubby, by the way" laughed Joe.
Cyndi shook her head in disbelief. What kind of game were they playing?! "We have you on tape with your hands cuffed... fucked by another woman... out in the open... and loving and begging for more!" The policewoman's voice was soft, but now menacing. "I dare hope you'll put a good word in to your husband about us if we ever need it in the future, honey?" Cyndi understood. She had been had. There were no ways out of this one. If that tape was sent to the right persons, her plea wouldn't matter. It wouldn't matter if she said she was drunk, or tricked, or even raped. Fact is, her reputation - and her husband's - would be forever stained.
The woman pulled out of her pussy and unbuckled the strap-on. Moments later, she was dressed up as a respectable officer once more. "Hey, don't you girls have any heart? You won't leave a guy hanging like that, would you?" asked Joe. "Fuck it Joe," responded the woman sharply. We can't test our luck any longer; I don't want anybody wondering too much about the abandoned police car over there." Cyndi's mind was racing. |