"Well, how are you this fine morning?" Dean asked Laurel as he swung jauntily into the dispatch room.
"Uh… great!" Laurel tried to sound spontaneous and casual, as if nothing had gone on between the two of them the night before. The squad room had big cars, and the gossip grapevine wound through the whole building. Both of them knew it.
The other girl on the switchboard went back to her calls, after smiling a hello at the handsome young cop. Dean slipped Laurel a note and grinned knowingly at her – making the self-conscious dispatcher blush crimson – and walked off.
"Ohhhh!" Laurel sighed, drawing in her breath as she read the scribbled message.
The note asked Laurel to come to Dean's apartment that night after work for a private screening of their little love epic. He said he thought it best for her to see it with him, rather than the other members of the squad. It might be less embarrassing for her. He included his address and directions.
Hastily, her back still to the other girl, Laurel wrote a reply. Her note made it clear that nothing like last night was to happen if she came to Dean's place tonight.
Laurel got up and walked into the squad room, where Dean stood reading a report. She gave him the note. He read it with a look of surprise that rapidly changed to disappointment. But in the end, he nodded glumly and whispered, "Eight o'clock."
Laurel smiled and went back to her work. Her heart was pounding as the thought of being alone in Dean's apartment with the good looking, sexy young cop seized her and wouldn't let go. But she had to get a hold on her sexual desires, she told herself, before it was too late!
Dean's apartment was a spacious, beautifully furnished two bedroom affair that featured a wet bar and overlooked a pool. Laurel stood on the balcony looking down at the blue, lighted water, waiting for the drink Dean was mixing for them.
"I've gotta be strong!" Laurel whispered to herself. "I have to show him I actually like him a lot, but that last night was strictly a fluke!"
Pushing the resolve off her face and putting a charming smile on instead, Laurel turned to face Dean as he came back out on the terrace with her. She accepted the offered drink and sipped it.
"Mmmmm, good!" she complimented him.
"Mmmmm, you're good too, baby!" he growled, trying to put his arms around the stunning redhead's shoulders.
"Uh, uh! No way!" Laurel told him firmly, slipping out of his grasp. "I know what you're thinking!"
Laurel held up her glass in front of him. "Last night was a combination of too much of this," she waggled the drink and the ice cubes clicked, "and my natural attraction for you, and the fact I wanted to be 'one of the guys' – to help your squad crack a big case. But I'm really not that kind of girl! I'm really not!"
Dean grinned as if he liked her act but wasn't buying it. He stepped closer to her again.
"No!" Laurel barked, getting really angry and panicky. "If you don't promise to cool it, you can watch our little epic by yourself! I'll leave right now! I will!"
"Okay, okay, let's watch the Goddamned flick!" Dean said grouchily, realizing the girl was serious.
They went inside, Dean keeping his distance. He thought better of the cool approach as he shut the sliding door and curtains behind them.
"Hey, okay," he grinned at the pouting girl. "I'll be a good boy, all right? I promise, I won't try to lay you again – tonight, that is!"
Laurel grinned back and giggled. "Okay, it's a deal! I don't want you to stop trying… just to take it easy. Deal?"
"Deal!" The good-looking cop smiled, snapping off the lights and crossing to the already set up projector.
"I got a guy Lucenta knows to develop this," Dean said as he sat down next to Laurel on the couch, obviously proud of his craftiness. "He never heard of me, and he sure as hell doesn't know who you are. Lucenta told him it was an undeveloped hot loop we confiscated in a raid that he was gonna keep for his own collection at home!"
"Smart," Laurel said absently, her whole body tensing as she concentrated on the film flickering on the screen. She and Dean weren't on the white surface yet – nothing was.
Suddenly, images appeared, and Laurel gasped as she saw herself nude and huddled on the bed, Dean's naked body sprawled face down between her legs, his tongue gliding into her shiny cunt-lips. Tremors of remembrance shook through Laurel's cunt as she sat on the couch. She recalled the sweetness of his tongue inside her, the firmness of the cock she knew was about to enter her on the screen, the hot fullness of her nipples as the man sitting next to her head fucked her senseless!
The aroused redhead bit her lips to keep from sighing as Dean slipped his cock deep into her yearning gash on film. Her cunt was dripping with the same warm, slippery juice right now, and she felt her tits pressing against her suddenly constrictive bra beneath the strapless summer dress she wore.
"I… I'm almost sorry I made you promise!" Laurel tried to laugh, to loosen the sexual tension she sensed building in the man next to her. She felt it was at least as strong as hers.
"Baby, I'm sorry too!" Dean said in a choked voice.
The young cop reached out and took Laurel's hand. She thought it was a touchingly old-fashioned gesture, until Dean dropped it in his lap and she felt the swollen hard-on beneath his pants.
"You sneak!" Laurel snapped at him in mock anger, leaving the hand where it was and closing her fingers around the steel-like dick as best she could.
Dean laughed and put his arm around the redhead's shoulders. His hand dropped casually onto her half-exposed left tit.
"You promised!" Laurel said, trying desperately to stick to her guns.
"I know!" Dean cut her off with a chuckle. "No fucking except on the screen, but a little cock squeezing and tiny feeling isn't fucking, is it?"
Laurel turned to face him. Her lips parted, wanting his upon them, kissing and licking them.
"No… no, I guess it isn't," the turned-on redhead said in a breathless, almost inaudible whisper.
"Oh, baby!" Dean sighed, pulling Laurel to his chest and kissing her just the way she wanted to be kissed – hard and tonguingly.
"Ummmmm!" Laurel cooed, her mouth opening to admit her lover's hot, almost liquid tongue. The sensual redhead's heart pounded like a trip hammer as the lively snake in her mouth crossed and re-crossed her slippery tongue, and she felt Dean's cock jump with excitement in her hand. Laurel jammed her cushiony, pointy-nippled tits into the cop's hard muscles, rubbing the sensitive tips against her soft bra cups.
"Mmmmmm! Mmmmm!" the hot-cunted girl moaned as her breasts jerked in unison and her pussy gushed out another load of steamy lubricant.
Laurel usually closed her eyes when she kissed a man, but this time they came wide open. She saw herself being fucked and fucked and fucked by Dean's big cock on the silver screen, as she pressed against him now, and it fed the fires raging through her cunt to new heights of passion. She wished momentarily that the film had sound, but then she realized that every pant, every gasp of pleasure she and Dean had uttered was indelibly etched in her mind. She could hear every little squeal of delight she had given, and it was making her pussy scream for a replay… a live, hard, throbbing replay right now!
"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhh!" Laurel groaned in agony, her entire being aching for the feel of the huge prick she was stroking in her hand, needing to feel it pounding deep into her love-starved cunt!
"Baby! Baby I want it!" Laurel tore her lips from Dean's mouth and croaked. "B-But I really don't want to… to break my promise to myself!"
Dean looked at the tortured girl for a moment, his eyes crazy with desire. "Okay! Okay, we won't fuck!" he said quickly. "But there are other ways, great ways to cum without fucking!"
Laurel thought she knew what he meant and nodded her agreement. "Yes, darling, yes! I'll do it for you!" the super-heated redhead murmured, unzipping Dean's slacks and fishing for his hard cock.
"Yeah! Oh, yeah, honey, do it!" Dean said hungrily, fumbling with Laurel's dress and bra.
The girl's firm, spectacular tits tumbled free, just as Dean's cock sprang into view. The cop pawed at the solid, pulsing nipples and lay back on the couch, a smile of indescribable pleasure on his handsome face.
"Do me good, honey!" he murmured again, kneading the panting twenty-year-old's hot, smooth jugs. "I bet you're sen-fucking-sational!"
Laurel smiled, her breasts ablaze with sensual delight, and gripped Dean's erect, pumping prick in her smallish fist. The meaty shaft was so big that Laurel could put both hands around it – like a kid working up to a ball bat for the first time up at the plate – and the shiny, reddish knob still protruded over her clenched top fist. She began to jerk her hands up and down, the loose skin around the steely staff gliding hotly in her grip.
"Ohhhhh! Oh yeah, baby!" Dean moaned his approval. "Beat that thing! Beat me off while you lick it!"
A cold tremor of fear shot through the redhead. "Y-You want me to… lick it?" Laurel gasped.
"Oh, shit, yes!" Dean sighed, still not realizing he was with a girl who had never touched a cock with her mouth before. "I want you to lick it, suck it, chew on that fucker a little – just eat the hell out of me before I blow my nuts right down that pretty little mouth of yours!"
Laurel thought she was going to faint. She knew, vaguely, that some women would actually do what Dean wanted her to do, but she certainly wasn't one of them. Her old boyfriend hadn't even tried to get her to touch his prick with her lips in all the times he had talked her into jacking him off. Just her hands working on his spurting, white cum spewing pecker had always been enough for him… until the night at the party when he had fucked her at last.
"I… I don't know how to do what you want me to!" Laurel stammered, hoping that this would discourage the horny young cop. She whipped his cock up and down again, faster than before.
"Well, honey, it's for sure time you learned!" Dean said with a satanic grin, pulling Laurel's head into his lap with a quick grip on her strawberry blonde locks. "Now, just open that luscious little set of lips and stick that hot, wiggly tongue out!"
Yanked down over the head of his big cock, her hands still wrapped around its pulsing length, Laurel stared at the tiny slit in the center of the plum-sized tip like a bird mesmerized by a cobra. Dean increased the pull on her hair, drawing the almost hypnotized girl tight up in front of his throbbing cock, her mouth an easy tongue length away.
"Lick it, honey-girl! Just real easy, like it was a big, refreshing ice cream cone!" Dean urged Laurel in a soft, yet insistent voice, his hands stealing from her hair around to thee back of her head. He interlaced his fingers and tugged her head forward.
Knowing she didn't want to do the awful things he wanted her to, but too aroused to get up and leave – as she knew she should – Laurel slowly inched her tongue outward until it made contact with the head of Dean's huge cock. The effect was that of skin suddenly hitting red-hot metal, and Laurel yanked her tongue away from the scaring surface as quickly as she could react.
"Come on, sweet lips, you'll get used to it!" Dean encouraged the reluctant girl in a soft whisper. "You may even get to like it!"
Laurel shuddered at the thought, but she had to admit that the idea of pleasing this good-looking, sexy cop that she was half in love with, was a stronger force within her than her revulsion was. Sighing with acceptance and willing to try anything Dean wanted at least once, Laurel snaked out her tongue once more and planted it firmly, liquidly on the man's burning prick knob again.
"Ohhhh! That's it, darlin'," Dean moaned appreciatively. "Now move it all around! Lick me, baby! Lick my cockhead."
Laurel did as her man directed, her tongue swiping around the top of the large red tip, working its way slowly downward. Dean breathed hard and heavy, enjoying the warm oral massage as Laurel bean pumping his cock again as she moved her tongue all over his hard cockhead until it gleamed with her spittle and his pre-cum oozings.
"Aghhhh! Baby, that's enough jacking and licking!" Dean suddenly pleaded. "I don't want to cum yet. I want you to lick me. Lick all around my whole cock. Use that hot tongue of yours to get me good and wet… then suck me, baby! Suck my cock with those soft, sweet lips!"
The passion and lust of Dean's instructing, begging words set off a small, clenching spasm in the redhead's untouched cunt as she heard them. Dean's hands fell from her head and, slid under each of her dangling tits, cupping and squeezing the jellying flesh globes.
"Oooooooh! Ooo-kay!" Laurel murmured, the live-wire jolts of electricity coursing through her whole body again as the man toyed expertly with her stiff nipples.
Laurel licked the top of Dean's cock and let her tongue slide all the way down one side of his upthrust fuck-pole if tasted stronger, more masculine to the inexperienced girl, but she found she didn't mind at all.
The more of the heady, senses-filling cock meat she licked and kissed, the more she liked its hot, slippery feel against her tongue, Laurel found to her surprise. Soon, all of Dean's jutting dick was covered with her warm saliva and her red mane was lashing his legs with whip-like regularity as she slid her extended tongue up and down the gleaming red spear again and again.
"Unghhhhh! Enough! Enough!" Dean gasped all at once.
Laurel was completely taken by surprise as Dean put his hands against her chest and pushed her roughly back into a sitting position on the couch. The young vice cop's eyes glowed with lust as he sat up and ripped off his disheveled clothes. Then he leaned over and unzipped Laurel's dress the rest of the way and yanked it downward, baring her naked torso all the way down to her tiny panties.
"Me… are you going to… fuck me?" Laurel asked, almost hoping he intended to break his word, so that she wouldn't be expected to swallow his steamy cum.
"No, baby! But I'm going to eat that juicy, succulent little slit of yours while you blow me, that's for fuckin' sure!" Dean growled excitedly, pawing at her clothing.
The idea of having Dean's heavenly, climax producing tongue reaming her soupy gash once again made sucking his fat cock seem like a tremendously exciting, turn-on thing to do! She got up so that Dean could strip the dress off and slide it down her long, shapely legs. Laurel kicked out of it and peeled off her pantyhose.
"Mmmm, saved the best part for me!" Dean said, ripping the panties off Laurel's lovely bottom and helping her step out of them.
Nude, Laurel turned shyly toward her forceful, handsome lover. Her heart pounded as she saw his glistening cock waving above the dark pubic patch and his bloated nut sac.
"How?" Laurel whispered, not knowing how to position herself as she leaned over the couch.
"Like this, sweet cheeks!" Dean panted, grabbing the naked twenty-year-old and stretching her out on top of him as he lay back on the couch, her feet facing his head.
Laurel saw how he meant to do it, now, and spread her legs eagerly on either side of his head as she grabbed his wet dick – and licked it again. Dean moaned when her hot tongue made renewed contact with his stiff prick, his breath teasing the luscious redheaded girl's juice dampened cunt hair.
"Oooooh!" Laurel gasped, a convulsion rippling through her lower body as his hot breath hit her sensitive clit.
"Ahhhhh! Nice and sensitive!" Dean chuckled. "That's why you're such a great fuck!"
Laurel started to reply, but the man's tongue penetrated deep into her yearning pussy-mouth at that moment, and all thoughts of smart answers were burned from her consciousness. Dean's lip was teasing Laurel's erect clit as he tongue-fucked her with quick, piercing strokes and all thought ceased within the moaning, undulating redhead.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Laurel mewled with joy. "So fine! You do my pussy so niiiiice!"
The hot-blooded girl's head flew from side to side in eyes-closed ecstasy. Something wet and hot and hard as a rock bumped her cheek.
Laurel opened her eyes and saw Dean's jutting, reddened cock wagging an inch away from her mouth. Not bothering to think this time – reacting only by instinct – Laurel grabbed the base of the mammoth prong and guided its tip in between her pursed lips. The bulbous head entered her wet mouth easily, and she licked its now familiar circumference eagerly as she forced more and more of its burning staff up into her descending mouth.
"Ahhhhhhggggghhhhhh!" Dean yowled with sheer pleasure, the sound coming from way back in his throat. His mouth sucked down tight on Laurel's juicing pussy. Laurel whimpered the hot flashes of pre-cum tightening going on in her well tongued gash. Her tongue was circling quickly, crazily around the big hunk of man meat burying itself with strong upward lunges in her saliva filled mouth. Dean's cocks sawed up and back roughly, fucking the frantic, tongue swirling girl's mouth as if it were a tightly sucking pussy.
The head of the man's long prick bumped against the back of Laurel's constricted throat, but she didn't care any more. The girl's cunt was dancing beneath Dean's tongue thrusts and wild sucking. Spasms of utter delight were reverberating through Laurel's steamy slash, and every time Dean gurgled down a mouthful of her girlish cunt overflow, it sent a new shimmer of joy rocketing through Laurel's ready-to-boil-over pussy.
"Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmm," Laurel crooned around the big dick pummeling her lips, opening her throat to the max so that his cock could sheathe itself fully within her throat on every up-stroke.
Dean gave the girl an answering howl of unreal satisfaction and increased his stimulation of her cunt. His tongue flew over her pink furls, darting inside, and then flicking her engorged love bud until Laurel's flaming pussy was slapping desperately against his mouth and chin in search of the final, total release it sought so frantically.
The wily vice cop knew what the young girl needed and he gave it to her. Quickly lubing his middle finger in the river of slippery cunt juice flowing from Laurel's pussy, Dean rammed it all the way into the girl's clasping asshole in one unrelenting thrust.
"Urrrrggcgghhhh!" Laurel groaned with pain as his finger pierced her previously unviolated back entrance.
"Be calm, sweet pussy, be cool!" Dean murmured, kissing the girl's sticky, sodden cunt lips all around with fleeting butterfly-like love pecks. His tongue flicked out and caressed her clit as he nuzzled her.
"Ummmmmmm!" Laurel sighed, confused by the man's tender treatment of her super-heated pussy-mouth, coupled with his savage finger-rape of her sensitive ass.
The confusion started to melt away when Dean began licking the girl's stiff clit in long, slow strokes, while moving his finger in and out of her gripping asshole in perfect time. Laurel's whole body felt like it was melting! The sensations caused by her lover's cuntal and anal penetration were so hot they threatened to set Laurel's voluptuous young body ablaze with all consuming cum-fire.
"Unnnnnnghhhh! Ahhhhhhhh!"
Laurel gurgled and moaned in utter bliss, her head whipping down onto Dean's thick staff to vibrate and massage it as the climax built to frenzied heights in the girl's pussy and butt.
The inexperienced redhead hadn't known that her asshole could play a part in her orgasm, but she was certainly learning it now. Her twin holes were suddenly grabbing and spasming as one, tearing frantically at the finger and tongue that plunged in and out of them, screaming for the cum that both needed so desperately.
Laurel's whole body shook with unholy desire and her backside wriggled like a snake over the hot mouth and unyielding finger that were jolting her to nearer paradise with each undulating roll of her full hips. The girl's head was a blur on Dean's upraised prick, her lips milking and suctioning his hard pillar of manhood with an almost maniacal furry, her throat opening wide to accept every last inch of her the stiff prick, her tongue slashing and batting at it as it pushed into her soft, sucking lips again and again.
All at once, Laurel felt the rumble of Dean's moan deep in her pussy sheath and she saw his big nuts give a mighty jerk. An explosion went off in her lower half at that moment, and she screamed with joy and nearly drowned in a jet of splashing cum at the same time.
"Unnngh! Ulllp! Guuuul!" The spunk-deluged girl gulped as the cock in her jaws poured wad after wad of hot, heady jism into her mouth and down her throat.
Laurel swallowed and swallowed the creamy, slippery load as it burst forth in what seemed like a never-ending white river of salty man juice. The wonderful depravity of what she was doing to Dean's cock made the fierce orgasm raging through the young girl's cunt seems even more intense. Waves of fiery cum contractions ripped through Laurel's ass and recoiled across into her violently clasping cunny as Dean groaned out his joy into her pussy well and rammed his finger in and out of her ass like a piledriver.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm!" Laurel gave a last, contented groan of sheer ecstasy as her cunt bathed Dean's mouth with a final spray of hot cunt juice.
The totally wrung-out girl sucked the last spurt of cum from her lover's rapidly lowering cock and swallowed it as the once stiff pecker slid slowly out of her mouth. Laurel sighed with the completeness of her climax and lay her head on Dean's hairy thigh.
"God, that was almost as great as fucking!" the tired redhead murmured, feeling Dean's finger ease out of her ass and his tongue cease its constant movement in her cunt.
"You know it, baby!" the equally winded man panted. "And next time will be even better, you'll see!"
"N-Next time?" Laurel stammered. "Sure," Dean muttered, his tongue resuming its gradual, maddening stimulation of the girl's clit. "I won't cum so fast!"
The man's cock was lifting, stirring already before Laurel's amazed eyes. She smiled and licked her lips and opened her mouth.