It took some fast talking on Tony's part, but he finally convinced the cops that he wasn't raping Christina. They were suspicious, though. On the ground near his feet were her torn panties. Even though Christina pleaded with them, saying she wanted to fuck Tony, they thought that she might be just too afraid to speak out against him. Finally Tony was allowed to leave.
"Why can't I leave, too?" Christina asked, now completely sober from the combination of fear and lust. She tried to think what Will would say if she were arrested on a charge of fornicating in public. Fucking in public. The thought was to say the least, sobering.
"I don't like your kind around here," the cop said, his eyes on Christina's tits, "Hookers and Beacon Hill just don't go together. We've got the Combat Zone for that sort of thing."
"Sir, I'm not a prostitute!"
"Sure, lady. Sure. And I'm not a cop."
The older cop's patience was wearing than, and his lust was rising. What if she really was just a horny stewardess, as she claimed to be? Damn it all, would he love to fuck her!
"So why don't you just turn around and put your hands behind your back?"
Christina protested more loudly than before, and then she was being pressed against the brick building, her hard nipples rubbing painfully against the rough surface as her arms were yanked behind her back. She felt the cold steel handcuffs being secured around her wrists, heard the clanking sound as the cuffs locked tight.
The policeman spun Christina around so she faced him and his partner.
"Say, you're one hot number," he said, his eyes running up and down Christina's body. "I never had a cunt quite like you in my life."
"What's going on?" Christina asked, now more annoyed than scared.
It had become fairly obvious that the cops had no intention of arresting her. It was pretty clear that both men had hard-ons that bulged their blue pants out. Christina's eyes caught everything all at once. Their guns. Their uniforms. Their growing pricks inside their pants. The steel handcuffs securely holding her hands behind her back. She was entirely defenseless. There wasn't a fucking thing she could do to stop the men, whatever their plans were. Vaguely, she wondered if they would want to fuck her virgin ass. The notion of it sent a cold shiver through her body.
"I think you know what's going on," the older cop said, calmly reaching out to grab Christina's tit and give it a little squeeze. "Nice tits. I wonder what they look like."
"We'd better get her in the car, Pete," the other patrolman said, standing behind his partner. "What if someone drives by?"
"Then we arrest them," Pete said over his shoulder. He touched the side of Christina's face lightly with his fingertips, "What's your name?"
"Christina."
"Well, Christina, why don't you get in the car. I'm sure you'll find cooperation much better than fighting. I always win. I always get what I want."
Christina looked into the policeman's eyes. She believed every word he said. There was something special about him – something that she couldn't quite name – that told her he could and did get whatever he wanted. He struck her as a man who was capable of many things… perhaps anything. With a shrug of resignation, knowing that she was going to get fucked by him, maybe by his buddy too, she got in the squad car. She didn't much care. Hell, she wanted to come, and Christina wasn't particularly interested in whose cock it was that drove her mad with desire.
Pete got in the back seat with Christina, and the squad car cruised down the street.
"Find someplace nice and deserted," he said, then turned to Christina. He put one arm around her shoulders and the other on her tit. "Okay, baby, let's find out how sweet those lips of yours really taste."
Christina let Pete kiss her. What choice did she have? But she wasn't in the least bit aroused by it. Something about having her hands cuffed behind her back took the eroticism out of kissing. And when the cop tried to slip his tongue between her full lips into her mouth, she resisted him.
"So, you don't like it easy, eh? There are other ways of opening your mouth."
Pete slipped to the other side of the squad car and jerked his cock out of his pants. He looked at Christina then, his eyes holding an evil glint in them.
"Come on, baby! I want some head."
"No, please, I'm sorry for what I was doing in the street. Just take these cuffs off and I'll…"
Christina was going to tell Pete that she would gladly do whatever he asked if only he'd take the cuffs off, but she never got the chance. The sergeant grabbed her by the hair and jerked her face over to his hard prick. Then he put his hands on the back of her head and pushed down. Christina opened, her mouth wide and his fat cockhead slithered between her lips, slamming against the back of her mouth before plugging her throat.
"Arrrgghhhh!" Pete groaned, feeling the hot, moist mouth completely envelop his cock. He held Christina's head down, keeping his cockhead deep in her throat with her teeth gnawing lightly on the root of his prickshaft.
Christina pulled up as soon as he let her. If he had held her down much longer, she would have passed out from lack of oxygen. But then she was bobbing comfortably on his cockpole, pulling up to graze his cock knob with her teeth before sinking down, taking his cock deep in her mouth. Pete reached around.
Christina's body and began untucking her blouse. Once that was accomplished, he unbuttoned it and unfastened her bra, baring her incredible tits.
"You'd better find someplace quick," he told the other patrolman. "This little lady does wonders with a cock in her mouth."
The poor patrolman, whose cock was hard and aching in the tight confines of his pants, was driving as fast as he dared, headed for the warehouse district of Boston. There wouldn't be anyone to see them there, and if they should find someone, they could chase him away. It would be simple and safe. A nice place to fuck the hell out of a gorgeous captive.
Christina was twisted on her side in the back seat with her left shoulder against the cop's hip. She bobbed her face with increasing speed over his hard cock. Her tongue worked feverishly on the shaft of his prick, rolling his cockmeat around in her mouth, sending cold and hot shivers through Pete's body. Her lipstick had been smeared off on Tony's cock long ago, but her lips still showed red against the pale color of the horny cop's cock.
Christina felt the car come to a stop. Now she would have two of them to handle. Did that mean she would come twice as hard? She wondered what had happened to her complacent life. In one day she had not only discovered the joys and frustrations of cheating on Will, but she would have done it with four different men.
Fuck it! Christina thought. I wanted cock and, damn it, that's exactly what I'm getting!
The patrolman opened the back door, and Christina's slender, tapered legs emerged. He grabbed one ankle and raised it, spreading Christina's legs. There, at the juncture of her thighs, he found her dark-haired cunt with the swollen pink cuntlips. His eyes devoured her pussy. The dark nylons stopped at the tops of her thighs, and then there was her pussy. He couldn't imagine anything looking more scrumptious.
Christina twisted a little more in the seat, giving the patrolman more room. She fought a little against the handcuffs, wishing they weren't biting into her soft skin quite so much, then decided that fighting wouldn't do her a damn bit of good, so why do it? She was almost on her back now and sucking cock was difficult. As she bobbed her head down, Pete's cockhead slipped between her teeth and cheek, causing the side of her face to swell out massively. Pete saw her cock-filled mouth and enjoyed the sight. Such a beautiful woman with her face all distorted from his heavy, lust hardened cock. Nothing could be better!
The patrolman got on his knees on the gritty, tarred parking lot and pushed Christina's skirt up higher. Then, looking up her body to see her tits, huge and firm, he began kissing his way up her legs. The softness of the silk nylons felt wonderful on his lips, and as he slowly moved closer and closer to his target – Christina's tasty cunt – he began catching the strange yet familiar scent of pussy juice. As he kissed her thigh, leaning into the car more, he unzipped his pants and brought his prick out to gently stroke his cockshaft while he ate cunt.
Christina was sucking harder on Pete's cockhead now. She could feel the other cop's lips edging ever closer to her cunt, and the anticipation of his tongue finally digging into her sweet pussy spurred her on. Her tits tingled as Pete rolled her nipples between his fingers. She wanted to stroke the fat prick in her mouth, and wished once again that she didn't have the damn handcuffs on. They were so unnecessary!
When the patrolman's tongue finally connected with her pussy, it shocked Christina. She jerked involuntarily, then began writhing in the back seat of the squad car. Lashing out with her tongue to whip Pete's throbbing cockhead in the most erotic way. Christina, her silky hair spilling onto Pete's lap, let his cock pop out of her mouth, and she licked his prickshaft, curling her tongue around his cockmeat as far as she could, whimpering softly as her cunt juices were being greedily lapped up by the patrolman.
"Ohhhh! Eat me! Eat my cunt, you bastard!"
"Call me a bastard? Why you bitch!" the patrolman hissed in mock fury. And then he was eating her pussy more urgently than ever, shoving his tongue deep inside her cunt, pulling up, and dragging his tongue through her pussyslit until he reached her tilt.
He caught the red bud between his lips and nibbled softly, knowing he was driving Christina wild with lust when he felt her squirm. She squeezed her legs together, trapping the patrolman's head between her thighs, and he groaned and pushed her legs apart again. Nothing was going to stop him from eating Christina's cunt mull she begged him to fuck her.
Pete twisted Christina's head so that she could take his cock into her mouth again, and she squealed in protest. He didn't give a flying fuck whether she protested or not. Getting his aching cock back into the wet warmth of her mouth was all he was concerned about. True to his word, he always, got what he wanted. Always. No exceptions. Always.
She felt a slight pain in her neck, for he had twisted her head so far that her chin nearly touched her shoulder. But Christina was happy to have his pulsing cockhead between her lips. She chewed on his cockmeat, rubbing her tongue against his huge prickhead, trying to worm her tongue into the tiny slit at the cock's tip. She salivated heavily, and spit welled up at the corners of her mouth before trickling slowly down the shaft of his wet prick mingling into the blue cloth of Pete's pants.
"Come on, let's fuck this bitch!" he hissed, grabbing Christina's hair and pulling her mouth off his prick. "I've got seniority, so I'm fucking her first."
The patrolman thought of arguing – after all, it wasn't exactly like they were performing an official police action, so what did rank have to do with anything? – but then he thought better of it. Getting Pete angry with him could bring unsettling consequences. What the hell? If the older man made too big a mess in Christina's cunt, he could always fuck her ass or make her suck his cock until he shot his cum in her mouth.
Christina was rolled onto her back and Pete got out of the car, then re-entered through the other door, sliding between her upraised knees. He grabbed her big tits and squeezed them, causing her nipples to stand up even more. He sucked on them for a moment before moving higher on Christina's body so his rigid cock was poised and ready near her pussy.
Pete's gun, still in his holster, scraped against Christina's thigh. She felt a run in her nylon start, then spread down her straining thigh and finally spread wide to expose her cunt. Pete looked at Christina, and she saw in his eyes nothing but lust and determination. She looked up at him and smiled. Sure, he was getting what he wanted, but she, too, was getting what she desired. The only problem was those damn handcuffs. Now, with her hands under the small of her back, they were more uncomfortable for her than ever before.
"Fuck me, mister po-leese-man!" Christina taunted, her eyes ablaze with lust. "Let me feel that hard cock go right through me!"
The cop groaned, aiming his cock, and thrust. It was a vicious move. He didn't slowly insert his prick, sliding back and forth, moving cockflesh into her cunt inch by inch. He just stabbed his prick into her, impaling her clutching pussylips until they squeezed his cock shaft exactly the way he wanted them to.
"Hot! Damn fucking hot pussy!" Pete groaned, more for the patrolman's benefit than for Christina's. He ground his hips against her pelvis, his cock quivering inside her hot pussy, then pulled back and stabbed into her cunt again, even harder than the first time.
"Fuck me! Fuck meeeee!" Christina wailed, gritting her teeth against the thrills passing through her body.
She wished she could move, but with the cuffs holding her hands under her back, and the cop pushing her knees near her tits, she could do nothing at all. Except, of course, enjoy his hard, driving cock as it thrust into her juicy cunt time and time again.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Pete groaned, pushing his cock deep into Christina's fuckhole. He felt her hairy cuntlips clinging to his driving cockmeat, felt her pussy muscles kneading his shaft and cockhead, felt his balls tingle.
He looked in Christina's dark brown eyes and saw in them a strange kind of innocence. They were the kind of eyes that would keep their innocence even in the multi-orgasmic throes of an all-night orgy. Pete had never seen eyes quite like that before.
"Yesssssss!" Christina purred, wiggling her ass as best she could. His pounding cock was driving her wild, and squishing noises could be heard from the violent insertion of cock into cunt.
Pete felt his balls begin to itch, the sensations no longer a mere tingle. He tossed his muscular hips up and down, driving his throbbing shaft of lust-hardened cockmeat deep into her cunt. His eyes squeezed shut, and his breath came in ragged, desperate gulps.
"Give your prick to me!" Christina urged, balling her hands into tiny fists under her back. "Give me your cum! I want it!"
"Ahhhh! Fuuuuuck! I'm cuuumming!" Pete screamed. His body convulsed as his balls took control of his senses. He couldn't have stopped fucking them even if someone had put a gun to his head, threatening to blow his brains out unless he pulled his cock out of Christina's cunt.
His mind went fuzzy as the cum welled up in his balls. He stabbed Christina's cunt faster, his pulsating cockhead throbbing – expanding and contracting in Christina's juicy cunt. And then his balls exploded. The hot, white cum erupted from his nuts and shot through the length of his driving cockshaft before being pumped into Christina's pussy. The blasts of jism continued, one after another each only slightly less powerful than the one before it.
Christina felt her cunt being deluged with cum, and she, too, lost control of her senses. Her clit, alive with desire and sizzling hot, exploded like a tiny bomb, sending her into sexual oblivion. She kicked her legs out, nearly pushing Pete off her and accidentally caught the patrolman who was standing at the side of the car. The toe of her shoe smashed into his cheek, sending him reeling backward. He held his face and howled in pain.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Pete grunted with each explosion of his cum into Christina's pussy. He gave her every rich drop of his thick fuck cream, then slumped down on her body, his badge sticking into her plump tit. Christina wiggled a little and he moved just enough to spare her tit more pain.
"Okay, partner," the patrolman said, still holding his cheek. "It's my turn now. That fucking bitch kicked me!"
"You deserved it," Pete said weakly, feeling his cock get small inside Christina's cum soaked pussy. "What the hell did you think this was? A fucking peep show?"
There was more bantering between the older cop and his partner, and Christina was sort of happy for it because it gave her a chance to catch her breath. Her orgasm, strong and all consuming, had taken all the energy out of her. But there was still one more man to be serviced. One big cock with two nuts that had a full load of cum in them. And that man wanted Christina to do something about it – whether she wanted to or not.
"You're both bastards," Christina murmured as Pete got out of the car. She felt the cum inside her pussy warming her. The glow in her cunt was comforting, like a reward for a job well done.
The patrolman grabbed Christina by the ankles and pulled her out of the car. Only her hands, still cuffed behind her back, cushioned her fall as she hit the rough surface of the parking lot.
"Ouch! What the hell are you trying to do, break, my ass?"
"Use your mouth on this, cocksucker!" the patrolman said, stabbing his cock between Christina's lips. He pushed into her, watching her cheeks bulge out with the immensity of his prick. After thrashing back and forth, fucking Christina's clutching lips with a vengeance, the patrolman grabbed her two hard nipples and pulled up on them.
"Ouch! You're hurting me!" Christina complained as he pulled her tits.
She scrambled to get her feet under her before that fucking patrolman pulled her nipples clean off! Finally she was on her feet, standing unsteadily before a mean-looking man in his middle twenties and a rather tired looking older cop. Christina despised the patrolman. He wasn't much taller than her, probably just making the minimum-height requirement for cops in Boston.
"You've kicked me, and you've insulted me," the patrolman said, his voice dripping with venom. "Now you're going to pay for that. Nobody does that to me and gets away with it."
He pushed Christina's blouse and bra down her arms so the material was bunched at her wrists and her huge tits were completely exposed. Christina's skin had fallen back in place and her cunt filled with her own juices and Pete's cum, was concealed.
"You're a madman!"
"Yes, that's probably true," the patrolman replied, his voice suddenly very calm, very self-assured. "But what's that got to do with anything? You can't do anything to stop me – or can anyone else for that matter."
"What?" Christina gasped, knowing that the patrolman wanted to fuck her virgin ass. "Hey, after what I've done for you, are you going to let him kill me?" She looked over at Pete.
"Hey, he's your problem, not mine," Pete replied. Then he took a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and went for a walk. What the patrolman did with a prisoner wasn't his concern. Hell, he had fucked the bitch, so what further use did he have for Christina?
The patrolman moved Christina to the back of the car and pushed her over so her tits flattened against the trunk. Then, as she pressed her cheek against the cold metal and prepared for the worst, she felt the muzzle of a police revolver touch her temple and heard the hammer click softly as it was thumbed back.
"Not a word," the patrolman said softly. "Not one fucking sound. Got it?"
"Y-yes."
"Okay, babydoll, here we go then," the patrolman said with a chuckle, rubbing the spit-slick head of his cock against Christina's puckered asshole, still keeping his cold gun against his victim's head.
He pushed, and her virgin asshole resisted his prick's entry. The cop pushed harder, hearing a quiet, painful groan coming from Christina. He liked that. She had hurt him, and now he was going to hurt her.
"You'll kill me if you fuck me in the ass," Christina said through gritted teeth.
"Too fucking bad!"
The cop reared back and stabbed at her asshole again. This time the tight ring of muscle gave way to his hardened cockflesh, and the fat head of his cock burst into Christina's asshole, making her pull her head up and twitch all over. The pain in her ass shot all through her body, just the same way the pleasure waves coming from her clit had gone clean through her body. But there was a difference between the two feelings – one was pleasure and one was pain. It was a hell of a difference.
"You're killing meeee!" Christina sobbed, fearing that her ass was, quite literally, being split in two. Her knees went weak but, being flopped over the trunk of the squad car as she was, Christina wasn't even able to fall to the ground.
The patrolman watched his prick drive between the milky orbs of his captive's ass, saw how her asshole expanded to take his prick. He watched her tiny hands, cuffed at the wrist, open and close, open and close in response to the pain she was feeling in her ass. He pulled back, saw the ridge of his cockhead escape her ass, then plowed his prickshaft forcefully into her again. His hands pried her asscheeks farther apart so he could see better the destruction his cock was doing.
Damn, how he loved fucking virgin assholes! It made him feel so powerful – all powerful.
Christina's eyes fluttered, and she was only partially conscious as the patrolman fucked her ass. She wished that she could pass out and be completely unaware of the awful pounding prick that invaded her ass and sent shock waves of agony through her body. Her asshole was being violated by a huge, angry cock. She could feel his big prick even in her fuzzy, half-conscious state.
"Ahhhh! Fucking bitch!" the patrolman screamed as his cum flooded Christina's asshole. He thrust into her ass again as his thick fuck-cream spewed from his balls directly up her ass. He continued to scream his contempt for her.
When the patrolman's jism had been spent in Christina's asshole, he unlocked the handcuffs and let her slide to the ground near the tire of his squad car. He checked to make sure that he wouldn't run over her when he and Pete drove away, then looked for his partner.
"Are you about ready now?" Pete asked, his voice thick with sarcasm.
"Quite ready."
"Then let's get the fuck out of here." Pete paused a moment to look at the woman on the ground. She had fallen on her side, her hands still behind her back with the blouse and bra bunched loosely at her wrists. Her skirt was still pulled up around her waist with her dark haired cunt exposed. Pete could see a small amount of his cum – thick white blobs amidst her dark pussy hair – and a strange smirk curled his lips. He looked at her heavenly tits, massive in size and incredible in their firmness. On her side, Christina's tits rested one on top of the other, the nipples soft now in the centers of the darker areolas.
"Sorry," Pete said softy, then got in the car and ordered the patrolman to drive the fuck away before anyone saw them.