The group of them sat excitedly in the van, looking at the innocent-looking tailor shop across the street through the surveillance panels lined with one way glass. Lucenta had a camera set up behind one of them, and Dean was monitoring a tape recorder near another.
Laurel crouched down between the two men and watched the front of the tailor shop intently. She knew that inside the shop, men she didn't even know and never wanted to meet – awful, ugly men who made and distributed porno films for a living – were viewing her and Dean in their torrid coupling. Men she loathed were watching Dean fucking her brains out!
The idea disgusted her, as she had known it would. But it also gave Laurel's body an unnatural, glowing feeling as she thought about what the men were seeing, what they were saying about her naked tits and her tight, nicely rounded bottom… and that threatened her! It threatened to show her something about herself that she had always feared and rejected, and she longed for the screening session to be over, so that she could put her fears away again.
"Well?" she asked Dean, somewhat irritably. "Soon!" he told her, the thrill of the hunt showing in his eyes. "The movie just ended. They're talking to the Cap right now about the deal! We're gonna nail those fuckers, doll! I just know it! Who can resist you in the nude? Those apes just about swallowed their cigars when they saw that fantastic body of yours in the raw!"
"Didn't we all?" Lucenta commented from his camera.
Laurel looked up and saw the heavy-set cop looking at her as if he could see right through the light spring outfit she had on. The redhead blushed as crimson as her curls and turned away. Damn, she wanted this to be over!
"Fuck!" he whispered softly, to no one in particular.
"What's wrong?" Laurel asked, a feeling of dread that she really couldn't explain creeping slowly over her.
"Those assholes want at least three loops of you in action, before they'll deal!" Dean said dejectedly. "They want more guys involved in the other two, classier settings – they said our first one was cheapo looking – and more varied action! They'll buy this one okay, but only if the other two are better. The bastards say that the guys who view these things will buy everything they can get on a girl if she really gets 'em off. So they want to have some inventory to sell if you really catch on – and they are SURE you will!"
Laurel sat back next to Dean and sighed. She didn't know what to do now. The Cap and Dean had really risked a lot on this project already, a lot of man-hours and departmental budget to explain to their superiors if it didn't jell. If they succeeded, it would be promotions for everyone, probably. If they quit now and failed…
"What ya thinkin' about?" Dean asked softly.
"I'm thinking we're in too deep to quit now, Laurel had no trouble in sounding as dejected as Dean."
"I think you're right," Dean answered.
He turned to Hiller, another squad member who was pretending to read the paper in the front seat. Hiller was the driver/lookout.
"Okay," Dean told him. "Let's break it off and head for the Goose. The Cap's gonna meet us there. We got some heavy planning to do!"
Hiller nodded and put down the paper. He started the van.
"Hey, this is nice, kid!" the captain nodded his approval of Dean's quarters as they entered the apartment with their load of camera gear. "You sure you're not on the take?"
Dean laughed and motioned the captain and Lucenta and gone inside. They set up in the living room, as they had planned the day before at the Blue Goose. Lucenta got his lights and camera ready, and Hiller lit the fire in Dean's flagstone fireplace while Dean draped a blanket over the curtains. It was going to be a firelit fuck scene, played on the rug in front of the crackling blaze.
"You… you guys about ready?" Laurel asked from the bedroom.
"Just about, darlin'!" the captain called back. "How 'bout yourself?"
"Sure," Laurel said in as hearty a tone as she could manage.
After all, she asked herself, what was there to getting ready for a film like this? Standing in Dean's bedroom, dressed only in a sheer negligee, Laurel checked her facial make up, the only thing she'd be wearing in her second starring role. She had debated about putting on more clothes initially, in front of her fellow officers, but the more she thought about it, the more she knew it was senseless. They'd all seen her nude before anyway, and one of them had fucked her, and nearly all of them had a fucking part in this little epic any how, so what was the point of being modest?
"Okay!" the captain's voice rang out at that moment.
Laurel took a last big slug of the whiskey she had been fueling up on for the past hour, and shut off the bedroom light. The radiant, nearly naked redhead sauntered into the front room as if a frilly, transparent negligee was her everyday work uniform, and showing her sensuous breasts and pouting cuntal slash to a group of men was nothing out of the ordinary for her.
"Oh, Jesus, I'd forgotten how good the kid looked!" Lucenta sighed, nearly tripping over his camera.
"She's a fuckin' knockout, that's for sure!" Hiller smiled, his lanky frame coming to attention as Laurel came into the room and joined him next to the fireplace.
The tall redhead was blushing, her tits coloring all the way down to her pert, half extended nipples. Laurel shook back her long strawberry blonde mane and got down on the fake bear skin rug they had rented. She was anxious to get going, now that the time had finally come.
Lucenta checked the lighting quickly and pronounced it perfect. Dean came out of the kitchen dressed only in his shorts. His cock began to harden immediately as he beheld the vision of female loveliness spread out for him on the dark rug, her white skin contrasting markedly and her bright pubic curls standing out like an engraved invitation beneath her negligee.
"Okay, children, go to it!" the captain intoned in a hoarse, excited baritone.
Laurel looked up and saw the older man was drinking. She looked around and saw all of the men had drinks in their hands or near them. She hoped they could operate the equipment in their tipsy condition, because she didn't want to do this again!
Dean kneeled down next to Laurel on the rug and bent low. His lips found hers, and the stunning redhead began to forget about the camera and the other men in the room. Laurel's blood was singing through her veins with excitement, and she opened her mouth to admit Dean's hungry, searching tongue.
The couple lay back on the rug, their mouths still pressed tight, their tongues fondling each other's. Laurel sighed and rubbed her big tits against Dean's bare chest. She gurgled with pleasure as the hairy surface tweaked her sensitive nipples and drove little sparks of joy through them.
Dean moved his body away from the girl's for a moment, working in a hand between them and kneading the palm full of smooth, spongy tit flesh he found there. Laurel gasped as her passion increased instantly, and let her hand trail down her thigh, then clit in between them to grasp Dean's hard cock through his thin shorts.
"Her nightie's fallen open!" the captain's worked-up voice chimed in the background. "Get a shot of her playing with Dean's pecker, Lucenta! Zoom in on that hot, juicy young pussy, man! Get movin'!"
"I AM movin', Cap!" the fat man answered, his gravelly voice choked with lust. "Oh, MAN, am I movin'!"
Laurel could hear the camera creak and the lens click as Lucenta zeroed in for a tight shot of her cunt. A sharp jolt of excitement coursed up her pink furrow as she envisioned her wanton pose through the camera's eye, the glistening slickness of her well-lubed pussy, the swelling roundness of her perfect ass and the brown pout of her tiny anal entrance. Suddenly, she was glad the men were there! She gushed out another huge wave of cunt cream, just thinking about the camera photographing her juicy cunt and her melon sized tits!
"Uhhhhh!" Laurel groaned, trying to free her tongue from Dean's sucking oral embrace.
"Let me… let me suck you!" the turned-on redhead begged her lover, as she tore her mouth from his. "I-I want to… to eat your cock, baby!"
Dean's eyes grew wide with surprise, then arrowed with lust. He scrambled up onto his knees and stripped off his shorts, his massive prick springing free and wagging wildly in front of him as he sat back on the rug next to the cock-hungry twenty-year-old.
"Let's get this off!" Dean gasped, reaching for Laurel's negligee as she bent over his dick, her mouth open with desire.
The fire-tressed girl was openly eager, but she took a moment to let Dean pull the thin garment from her shoulders and slide it off her anus. Laurel's large titties swung enticingly forward as she leaned down and began to suck the very tip of her lover's lengthy, throbbing prick.
"Jeeeeez X. Christ, would you look at that!" the captain chortled. "Get that on film! Get every fuckin' cock-lickin' second of it!"
Lucenta grunted with equal enthusiasm and toyed with his camera. Laurel could almost feel the lens coming in for a close up, following her every movement as she sucked all of the big dick into her mouth and craned her neck up and down in a quick series of smooth, steady strokes.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" Dean moaned. "Her mouth is like heaven on earth!"
"Goddamn! I bet it fuckin' IS!" Hiller barked from in back of his lights.
Laurel felt several crackling charges of pleasure race up her spine at the men's lewd comments. It was degrading and filthy, but lasciviously exciting, sucking a man's cock in front of three other men! The redhead's pussy leaked a fresh puddle of clear lubricant that ran down her thigh, and she found herself sucking harder and faster, her tongue making big circles around the massive prong as it repeatedly glided through her nursing lips.
"Don't cum in her mouth!" the captain cautioned Dean, who had begun groaning and feeding his prick into Laurel's sucking mouth faster and faster. "Fuck her first! Fuck the shit out of her, then blast it down her throat!"
"Yeah! Fuck her!" Lucenta screamed, his face red with hunger and his eyes bugging out.
Laurel felt as if a flare had been touched off and shoved into her inner depths. Her cunt fluttered with desire as the men urged Dean to fuck her. She pulled her mouth off his erect, pulsing rod and licked its juicy tip lovingly for a moment, her eyes burning holes in the camera lens as she gave the other three men a longing, sensuous look.
"Yes, fuck me!" she urged, moving her lips slowly, so that what she was saying was obvious even without a sound track. "Fuck me hard, darling!"
"Why… why don't you fuck me this time?" Dean managed to pant, his breath coming back slowly after he had almost shot off in Laurel's loving mouth. "Get on top of this thing, baby, and take yourself a big old ride!"
Wordlessly, Laurel moved up onto her knees and threw a leg over her lover's thighs. Her thighs were trembling with desire. She had never done it this way before, let alone done it with three other men looking on, and it thrilled her tremendously to think about how it would look to them and the all-recording camera. The big cock parting her tight, wet pinkness, the huge knob disappearing up into her juicy little cleave, the thick, meaty staff following it in and in and in, until her pussy was stuffed with burning, throbbing cock! It turned Laurel on so much she almost came without even getting into position.
The sexy redhead grabbed Dean's gleaming dick by its hairy base and guided the tip of it into her slowly lowering pussy. The searing end of the beefy cock touched her red-hot labia and Laurel moaned. She let her weight down, sinking half the spongy head into her steamy hole.
"Ohhhhh! It's even bigger than I remembered!" the aroused strawberry blonde groaned, forcing the rest of the tool's helmet-like tip through her clenching cuntal gates.
"Oh, holy shit! And you're even tighter than I thought!" Dean gasped as her hot little slit ate his knob hungrily.
The man ground his hips upward, drilling another inch of his long cock into the girl's liquid hole. Laurel sucked in her breath at the sheer goodness of the hot cock boring up inside her, but then she lifted herself slightly, drawing most of the wonderful cock nearly out of her.
"N… No!" the teasing redhead sighed. "You promised, I get to fuck you this time!"
"Mmmmm, okay, baby, but DO it!" Dean moaned. "Do it to me, honey, with that great little pussy of yours!"
"Ugh!" Laurel hunched her cunt down onto the canal-stretcher of a cock once more. "I… I… will, darling, I'll fuck you so good! I'll fuck yooooooouuu!"
The sumptuous redhead's promise broke off into a long, heart pounding squeal of utter ecstasy as she slid down his long, impaling cock, her clit bent solidly against the meaty staff. Sparks of incredible pre-cum pleasure snapped from the girl's gliding clit down along her already super-slick cunt walls, inundating Dean's dick in a torment of boiling quim syrup.
Laurel yelped as her well-stretched cunt bumped to rest atop her own steadying thumb and forefinger. She pulled her hand out from between the pulsing cock and her gooey pussy lips and sighed with joy as the last half inch of prick oozed up into her tight little cunt. Laurel leaned forward a bit and put both palms on Dean's naked shoulders, steadying herself as she got ready to move up and down.
"Now! Now, I'm gonna do it, lover!" the sex possessed redhead chanted, her cunny moving fluidly up his hot prick, the squishing sound filling the room. "Yes! Yes! Yes!"
Dean groaned and let her do the work. The sucking cunt ate his prick anxiously, lovingly, its slippery mouth nursing the rigid cock like a famished child lusting for milk.
The heady thrills of the thick, burning prick surging up into her plunging pussy were building with each exciting slide up and down the pumping staff. Laurel whimpered and moved her tight, round butt even faster, the sluicing sound of the big rod splitting her clasping pussy getting louder as Dean's hot poker rammed up into her. Little jolts of cum-pleasure were flowing up her spine already, merging with the jerks of passion emanating from the redhead's bouncing, quivering tits.
Dean groaned at the hot bath his pounding cock was receiving and thrust his ass up off the bearskin rug, spearing it into the succulent snatch in time with the girl's frantic, driving rhythm. He reached up and caught her swinging tits in mid-jiggle and pinched her fully extended pink nipples.
"Ahhhh!Ooohhh!" Laurel screamed, her pussy exploding with cum-contractions as the man roughly massaged her spasming tits and crammed her cunt full of cock, despite its violent clenching.
The shuddering surges of cum-fervor kept tremoring through the young red haired girl's hunching body for long, long seconds. Laurel shook her breasts, reveling in the hot pulses Dean's strong fingers were sending through her quivering nipples, and whining with joyous release as she slapped her climaxing pussy onto his expansive cock until the last ebb of her orgasm had floated away.
"Yeahhhhh!" the captain shouted, lost in the heat of the beautiful redhead's exquisite cum. He lowered his beady eyes to Dean. "Did you shoot?" he asked impatiently.
"No!" Dean said through clenched teeth, obviously on the edge of release himself. "Not… not…yet!"
"Quick!" the captain yelled at Laurel. "Suck him off! Lick every drop of his load down, but let us see it! Get that pretty little mouth open and let our camera see it full of cum!"
"I-I don't know!" Laurel sighed, trying to focus her deliriously happy, sex-drugged mind on what the captain was asking.
"Don't think, just do it!" the senior officer commanded.
Laurel pulled her juicy cunt off the swollen prick and started to nosedive down onto it, moving her voluptuous body back further over Dean's legs as she did so. Her mouth hovering just over the shiny prong, Laurel stopped. The gleam of her own thick, clear fuck juice held her mouth off the bobbing, reddened cock tip.
"Eat it, baby!" Dean pleaded with her. "I'm hot to cum! Hot to blow it right in your sweet lips!"
"Ohhhhh!" Laurel moaned, her lover's request setting off a new wave of cunt flutters within her.
The hot-mouthed redhead dipped her head lower and sucked the head of the huge prick into her hungry lips. The knob was smooth and slimy feeling, and hot with Dean's need to cum and Laurel's residual orgasmic fluid, but the cock-hungry girl didn't care anymore. She drew all of the big dong up into her tight lips and swallowed the slippery liquid down as eagerly as she had eaten Dean's warm cum the night she had seen the first movie. "Guhhhhhh!" Dean wailed. "S-Suck that mutha'fucker! I… I'm so close! So fuckin' close!"
Laurel whinnied with lust and drove hit tightly pursed mouth up and down the pumping cock again and again, her tongue tickling it and toying with it. Dean screamed with joy and rammed it balls-deep in the girl's eagerly suctioning mouth.
The massive prick blasted a huge spurt of jism onto the roof of Laurel's sucking mouth. The girl moaned in fulfillment and started to cram the gushing dick down her throat to gulp down the rest of its hot outpourings, but she remembered what the captain had said and kept the jizzing cock in the front of her mouth instead.
Dean's nuts jerked more times than Laurel had remembered them contracting the night before, and her mouth split at the corners from the pressure of the stored-up cum. Trickles of the white seed oozed down the sides of her cheeks and splattered onto the girl's jellying tit mounds. The over-sized cock jumped two more times, and Dean moaned with complete satisfaction and let the deflating tool slip from the redhead's cum-filled jaws.
"Swallow it!" the captain yelled, directing the actress in front of him like Cecil B. DeMille going for the Oscar. "Eat it all, then raise your titties up and lick the cum off them!"
Laurel did as she was ordered, her pussy rippling with mini-orgasms as she faced the camera and gulped down the hot goo, then languidly tongued the torrid man pudding off her big jugs. The intensely sexual, ready-for-anything look on the pretty young girl's face was hot enough to melt the lens.
"Cut!" yelled the captain. "Holy Jesus! What a loop! Quick, boys, let's get ready for the next one!"