"Well? How are we doing this time?" Dean asked nervously as the captain came into the bar.
The whole group of them – Hiller, Lucenta, Dean, and Laurel – were gathered around a table at the back of the Blue Goose, waiting for the older officer to join them. He had just returned from a meeting with the porno distributors – a screening their latest two efforts. They hadn't taped the meeting this time, the captain having decided not to at the last minute, after he had talked with the distributors to set up the meeting.
The old cop sat down and ordered a beer. He waited until the bartender was out of earshot, then began.
"They bought us hook, line, and sinker!" the captain said, his wrinkled face breaking into a big grin.
The backslapping and congratulations began around the booth and the old man waited for it to end before he finished. "Except that we ain't gonna bust 'em just yet!"
Dean looked thunderstruck. "What do you mean? I say we grab those bastards as soon as they ship the reprints! We've worked a long time to figure out their distribution patterns and to put together the case we've got!"
"Some of us have worked harder than others!" Laurel joked, happy that the whole thing was almost behind her.
The men at the table burst into laughter at the girl's comment. The captain joined them, waiting until all was quiet again before laying out, his new plan.
"What we're going for is much bigger!" the old man whispered confidentially. "These jokers want to make a longer, full color flick with Laurel as the center – er – piece!" The captain stumbled over his poor choice of words. "It's to be distributed nationwide, by a bigger organization. Don't you see, guys? We could do much better than a local, one-state porno ring! We can follow their distribution route and collar the whole fuckin' shootin' match for conspiracy to ship obscene material across state lines!"
The cops sat back, each thinking what part of being a driving force in such a heavy-duty bust would mean to his or her career. No more dispatching for Laurel! the redhead thought excitedly. She'd be a real policewoman, working patrol and everything, maybe!
Dean's eyes were sparkling with visions of getting the captain's job when the old man retired in two years. That was a rapid rise from his present rank of sergeant, but anything was possible for a guy who'd engineered a big time collar like this one. Another big bust in the next two years and who knew? Vice Squad Captain Dean Kennedy, darling of the press! It sounded great!
"Sure, Cap! You call it!" Dean said it for all of them.
The man at the trailer shop was small and not very good looking. Laurel grimaced as she went inside with the captain – with Dean dragging along behind. The little man working the counter smiled at her in a way that let her know that he had seen her three porno loops. It pained the statuesque redhead to think that the ugly, small-statured man had seen and enjoyed her doing all those things with the other cops on the squad.
"They're in the back." The homely man gestured over his shoulder.
The captain led the other two back through the curtain and stopped in front of the seated, sinister looking men in the rear of the shop. The one on the left – the oldest, who seemed to be in control – gestured for the three to come in.
"Well, at last we get to meet the red-haired Goddess who made us all drool so much from her films!" the short, evilly charming man greeted them. "Come, come, my dear, sit next to me. Here."
Laurel looked helplessly at the captain and Dean, and then smiled at the gangster leader. She wiggled over to the porno king and sat in the next chair.
"Yeah, well, what kind of deal you gonna make us for the redheaded Goddess?" The captain swaggered over to the gangster, his eyes full of fake confidence.
"It depends on what sort of an agreement we arrive at today," the small man told them. "Is your merchandise real, or not?"
The well dressed porno distributor turned and chucked Laurel under the chin. "She looks quite real, but one cannot be sure. Are all those magnificent curves hers, or the result of great camera work and a bit of padding?"
"No, my friends, that is the purpose of this meeting," the distributor said to Dean and the captain. "To establish reality. I don't mind, really, if the girl is not as bountiful, as… as super-charged in person as she seems on celluloid. But does the outstanding camera work come to us as a part of the package, or do we provide our own crew? Does the director accompany his electrifying crew, or do we supply our own? Does this rather handsomely endowed young actor appear with our people in the film we are proposing, or do we furnish all supplementary talent outside the lady here?"
The distributor smiled at them. "All of these questions, and their answers, will make a great deal of difference to us when the question of money is decided!"
Laurel looked at the captain and Dean, a stupid, unwavering smile pasted on her pretty face. They had agreed before the meeting that she would act like a beautiful, but not too bright ornament, hoping that the men would talk more freely in front of her.
"Uh, well, I guess we can use the same crew we used on the loops," the captain offered uneasily. "But you'll have to augment us. We got light and camera people, but no sound men. I'll do the directing myself. I directed the others."
"Ah, I congratulate you!" the distributor said, nodding to the captain. "But you bring up a good point, another reason for this little meeting today. Sound! Your previous efforts, delightful as they were, all were without sound. It is much like the days when Hollywood was converting to the talkie. I must know, can your two actors sound convincing on film?"
The man smiled again at the captain and Dean, then at Laurel. "For that reason, I would like a little run-through – here, today. Right now!"
Laurel's stomach tightened. The room they were sitting in was a run down apartment behind the trailer shop. It had a kitchen, with the table and chairs they were now sitting in, a small bathroom off to the left, and a sitting room with a couch and chairs – a couch that looked like it might be a hide-a-bed.
The man sitting next to the frightened girl snapped his fingers. One of the tall, muscular men seated next to him sprang out of his chair and went to the couch. The large bodyguard peeled cushions and pillows off the divan like a whirlwind gathering tumbleweeds, then opened it into a bed.
"And NOW we will see!" the head distributor grinned.
He turned to Laurel. "Remove your clothes, my dear, so that we can have a look at you. Then take your place on the bed, if you would. We will let you read – for the part!"
Laurel looked with panicked eyes toward the captain and Dean, wondering whether or not to obey. The captain shrugged and nodded, a helpless look flashing across his craggy face.
Grinning like the dummy she was supposed to be, Laurel got up and went over to the couch. She prayed she wasn't turning as red as she felt like she was blushing, as she undid the buttons at the top of her short dress and unzipped it in back. All eyes in the room were on her as the garment sailed down her long, silky legs and she stepped out of it.
Jesus, oh, Jesus! How do I get into these messes? the girl asked herself, standing in front of the undercover cops and their quarry, dressed in only a skimpy bra and even skimpier panties.
Putting her hands behind her back so that the men wouldn't see them shaking with fear, Laurel unsnapped her bra and let it slide down her arms. The effect on the males in the room was immediate and jolting.
"Goddamn, boss! Look at those!" the tall bodyguard who had opened the bed shouted.
"Very nice! Exquisite… and huge!" the head distributor sighed appreciatively, shaking his head in disbelief. He turned to the captain and smiled. "You have brought me true quality. If this girl can act and talk as well as she looks, we've got a real winner here!"
Laurel smiled self-consciously at the man's praise. She kept telling herself over and over that it was part of her job, that she HAD to do it, that there should be no shame on her part.
The talking to herself seemed to help. Laurel felt a little more confident, realizing she was just doing her part in trapping the gang of blue movie peddlers. She smiled more warmly and skimmed off her panties, baring all of her sensuous body to the on looking group.
"Ahhhhh, now that is prime!" the head man commented to his bodyguard. "With that ass we can make a fortune!"
The bodyguard nodded, too engrossed with Laurel's naked cunt to look at his employer. She could see the hard-on rising beneath the big man's pants.
Laurel glanced quickly around the room, the dumb smile still in place. All the men were getting hard, she soon discovered. The thought of all those stiff, pussy pleasing cocks getting rigid over her nudity began to drive the fear from the young redhead's body. It seemed to ebb away on the gentle flow of gleaming cunt juice beginning to trickle out of her pussy.
"Now, young man, show us your wares!" the distributor said suddenly to Dean, shaking off the fascination that had riveted his attention to Laurel for long moments.
Dean grinned and started to get out of his clothes in a shy, halting manner. It hadn't bothered him to fuck Laurel in front of his pals from the vice squad, but it obviously made him nervous to take off his clothing before the group he stood in front of now.
Finally, the last shred of apparel fell away from the cop's muscular frame. His thick, lengthy prick stood out at attention in front of him. The big cock jerked up and down in time with his accelerating heart beat as Dean's gaze shifted from the men to Laurel's reclining, inviting form.
"Not bad, young man!" the porno boss complimented Dean. "Now, let's see what you can do with it! Why don't you… hmmmm, let me see what would be entertaining? Ah, I have it! Why don't you bugger her with it?"
The older man smiled at Dean, as if he had just ordered a large, particularly pleasing lunch at fancy restaurant.
Dean looked puzzled. "You mean, stick it up her ass?" he asked disbelievingly.
"Yes, do I have to draw you a diagram?" the small man answered sharply.
"Uh, no! No, I'll do it right away!" Dean apologized as he went quickly to the bed and jumped in next to Laurel.
The statuesque redhead trembled as Dean gathered her into his arms and kissed her. Laurel knew she was about to be fucked right in front of this group of strangers, and she knew that should turn her off completely. She felt like a total slut, because it didn't. The mental image of herself getting Dean's long, hard cock up her ass while the others watched made the shameless girl's cunt nectar seep even faster, and she could feel her nipples hardening against Dean's chest as he kissed her.
"Mmmmm, feels good!" Laurel hissed excitedly, ending the kiss, as Dean's hard prick rubbed against her pussy lips.
Laurel opened her legs briefly, capturing her lover's cock between them, then squeezed her thighs together tightly, her shiny pussy mouth rubbing its slick hotness all over his entrapped cock. Dean sighed and pressed her tits into his chest more firmly as his arms closed tighter in their possessive embrace.
"Oooooh! Put it in me!" Laurel whispered in Dean's ear, her cunt beating up more by the second.
"B-But he said to stick it… stick it… you know!" Dean whispered back, reluctant to repeat the porno king's instructions aloud to Laurel.
"There's no lubricant back there!" Laurel winked at him keeping her voice low. "Get it good and wet, THEN ram it in my back entrance!"
"Oh!" Dean said, clearly never having fucked a girl in the ass before.
The notion that she was his first backdoor piece fired Laurel's desire even higher as Dean's knob tipped pecker slid past her cunt lips. She hunched against him, driving all of his massive dick up into her pussy sheath. She was no expert at anal love herself, since the captain had been her first and only experience, but that still made her a hundred percent more knowledgeable than Dean. That pleased her immensely.
Dean sluiced his prick in and out of Laurel's pussy a few times, until his cock was well coated with slippery love juice. Laurel sighed, almost wishing he'd continue to fuck her the regular way until she came.
But his dick was already sliding out of her, and Laurel quickly scrambled onto her hands and knees so he could mount her easily from the rear. She felt his large cock nestling into her nearly virgin anus and shuddered with dread for a brief moment. It felt so good, once it was in there, and she was used to it, Laurel remembered from her experience with the captain, but it would hurt like hell for a little while, especially with a man like Dean!
Dean's huge cock started its downward journey, and Laurel found she had been right. The pain was incredible as her tiny bunghole resisted the entry of the over-sized prong with a flurry of spasms Laurel could not will away. The redhead groaned and tried to relax, but the head of the monster prick stubbornly refused to penetrate her small crack.
"Ughhh!" Dean grunted, driving his hips forward like a rutting stallion screwing a reluctant mare. "It… it's going! Your tight little ass is finally giving!"
"Ahhhhhhhhhooooooowwwww!" Laurel cried out as her brown eye winked open far enough at last to take in the tip of Dean's thick prod.
Once the head was in, the shaft reamed its way into the sighing, moaning girl's butt with great uncertainty. Laurel dug her fingernails into the bedspread and hung on, trying to keep from screaming. She let out a long, grateful gasp of relief when she finally felt Dean's heavy nut sac bang into her pussy mouth as he bottomed in her shitter.
"My… my titties!" Laurel managed to stammer amid the pain. "P-Play… with… my… boobs!" Dean grunted again and reached for the girl's dangling knockers. He found them and began massaging her nipples, the vise-like grip of Laurel's squeezing ass-chute still too tight to begin fucking.
"Good! Very good!" The porno distributor's voice sounded too loud and out of place as he suddenly called out to the couple on the bed. "A great start, but I will make it even better! Gino, here, will assist you, my boy! Together, you can really give us a test of the girl's abilities!"
Laurel started to say something, but her discomfort was – still too great to allow her to talk very well. She merely watched, with growing dread as Gino, the big bodyguard – and part time blue movie star – got up and removed his suit, shirt, tie, socks and shoes.
Gino had an even more spectacular build than Dean, and Laurel had to admit that watching him strip with a cock already embedded in her ass and a set of fingers twirling her nipples was a real turn on. The pain had gradually lessened to almost none by the time Gino approached the bed, and Laurel was making little instinctive jabs back at Dean's well sunk cock.
The huge bodyguard flexed his beefy muscles and dropped his shorts right in front of Laurel's face. A prick the size of a deli shop salami bobbed up to confront the shocked, would-be porno star, and Laurel gulped with fear.
It's fuckin' incredible! Laurel told herself. No girl could get that… that… THING in her pussy! she repeated over and over. No one!
"Ahhh, I see by your expression that you like Gino's equipment," the distributor laughed. "Why don't you taste it, my dear, and show us if you suck as well in person as you did in that one loop?"
Laurel trembled. She was hot as a raging forest fire now, but the idea of trying to wedge a prick as big as this one into her mouth was still frightening.
"Okay Red, just get up on your hands and knees a little higher, and the angle will be perfect!" Gino urged the girl.
He had a surprisingly gentle voice for such a muscular monster, and Laurel found herself doing as he asked. The big bodyguard rested her chin tenderly in his huge palm and stroked the smooth surface lovingly as he moved up closer, his bulbous cock tip inching up to Laurel's mouth.
Looking up at him fearfully, her eyes big as saucers, the lovely redhead slowly opened her mouth and let him feed his obscenely engorged dick-head into her sweet, glistening lips. Laurel laved the mammoth cock tip automatically with her soft tongue as the big man sighed and moved his prick in and out slowly, fucking her mouth in short, choppy strokes.
"Let me play with her tits while she blows me," Gino said to the on looking, still motionless Dean. "You finger her cunt. She'll cum like a skyrocket goin' off!"
"Yeah!" Dean agreed readily, eagerly turned on by the situation.
Laurel gasped with delight as the men's hands changed possession other pulsing tits and Dean's moved down to her swollen, gushing cunt mound. The man in back drilled two fingers up into the girl's soupy gash and finger-fucked her fast and deep, while his other hand played with her tingling clit and the man in front ravaged her throbbing titties.
"Ummmmm! Ulllllgggg!" Laurel howled at the crashing wall of sensation that suddenly fell upon her.
The redhead's mouth moved further onto Gino's pistoning dick on the next stroke, her tongue slashing at the invading prong. Dean drew his prick halfway out of the girl's grabby hole and sighed with pleasure as he knifed it back in all the way once more.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhmmmmm!" Laurel gasped and cooed at the goodness of the feelings coursing from one end to the other as the two men fucked her front and rear.
Before Laurel knew it, Gino's cock was slipping more than halfway into her tightly stretched lips on each thrust, and the man in her ass was jamming his slippery ramrod of a prick in and out of her clasping shitter with utter abandon. Laurel was only thinking now about the strength of the sensations crackling from her asshole to her clit to her jerking tits, then back again, like a completed electrical circuit that built up power with each hammering charge.
Even Laurel's throat and mouth seemed suddenly alive with feeling and desire. The steady, caressing stroke of Gino's hot cock against the girl's lips and throat was so sensual, so gratifying to Laurel that she almost felt she could get off just sucking his prick. When he came in her mouth, she knew she'd cum too.
"Look… look at her go!" the captain's awed voice floated to Laurel's buzzing ears.
"I'm looking, my friend!" the porno producer croaked, also affected by the steamy show Laurel and the two men were putting on for him. "I certainly am looking!"
"Jeeeeezus! So tiiiiiight!" Dean groaned in ecstasy, his loins flying up against Laurel's gripping ass, his cock filling and emptying her bunghole a hundred times a minute.
"He's gonna shoot, baby!" Gino advised Laurel in a choked, raspy voice. "And I am too, pretty damned soon! You just get this whole muthafucker in your mouth and suck, you hear?"
Laurel gurgled with joy and rammed her head onto the hot, pumping cock shaft, ignoring the gagging impulse she felt as it slid in so deep it felt lodged in her chest. The wide-eyed redhead's nose was pressed up against Gino's guzzy, flat stomach, and her lips were in his cock fur. The huge pecker pulsed in Laurel's jaws and throat, almost ready to spray its super-hot jizz down into her waiting belly.
"G-G-God! Her… fuckin' throat is… is jackin' me off!" Gino panted, eyes closed with the intensity of his building cum.
It was true! Laurel's sex-swirling mind told her. The slight rocking motion of Dean's cock plowing into her asshole was pushing her contracted throat up and back on the stiff spear of cock meat trapped within it!
"I'm… I'm cummmmmin'!" Gino screamed, his body tensing into one huge, muscular knot of passion.
The giant cock in Laurel's throat bucked, nearly choking her, and a geyser of cum blew down her tight throat passage. The mighty river of jism flowed in splashes of hot juice and Laurel drained it all down, the big prick too deep to even have to swallow.
Halfway through the deluge, Laurel's pussy went wild around Dean's pummeling fingers and her ass jerked in unison with her climaxing pussy and her fluttering tits. The tortured brown eye winked elastically around Dean's hammering dong, and Laurel felt the first spatter of cum deep in her bowels.
"Ahhhhhhhhhi it's flowing!" Dean shrieked as his jizz dam broke inside the fluttering, sucking ass cleft and his spunk pumped into the redhead.
Laurel couldn't scream and she couldn't howl. She could do nothing but murmur loudly with wonder at the force of the orgasm crashing through her frantically humping, sucking body as the men poured their jism into her. The top of Laurel's head felt blown from her skull and her cunt and ass were clutching so frenziedly that it seemed the fantastic, surging climax would never end.
"Bravo! Bravo!" The distributor was up on his feet, applauding the trio's effort as if it had been a bravura performance of his favorite opera. "Perfect, my beauties! A wonderful show! You will make us a fortune, my dear! A fortune for all of us, yourself included!"
Laurel was coming down to earth slowly, her body bathed in a flowing aura of satisfaction. She sucked the last few drops of cum out of Gino's dead snake of a cock and let it slip from her lips. The prick in her ass oozed out, along with a few wads of expended jizz.
"Th-Thank you!" the out-of-breath girl panted toward the porno distributor.
"Dominic, take these gentlemen to the office and show them the contract," the distributor said to his other bodyguard. "I'm sure they will find it most liberal. Gino, you and the other lad accompany them, please. Don't bother to dress, just yet, there are robes hanging in the bathroom that you two can use until the contract sighing is over."
The men got off the bed and put on the robes. The group riled out of the apartment talking excitedly about what a find Laurel was, and about percentages and what parts of the country would prove to be the hottest box office spots for the proposed film.
The porno distributor got up and went to the door after the last man gone out. He locked it and turned to face Laurel, who was still lying naked and spent on the bed.
The old man slowly unzipped his trousers as he came toward the girl, an odd, dream-like smile on his face. As he reached the bed, he dropped his pants and shorts and presented his rigid, nice-sized cock for the girl's inspection.
"Pull it, my dear!" he urged Laurel. "Work it until it shoots. I want to pour my hot manhood all over your pretty face! I wish to bathe that perfect young body of yours in my essence!"
Laurel's cunt clenched as she thought about how that would feel – being spattered with burning spunk as she jerked the old, elegant man's thick cock! It was ugly, depraved, wanton – and totally irresistible!
The hot-blooded redhead told herself that it was because of the role she was playing in the case that she was doing this awful thing, as she reached up for the old man's hard dick – that she was just trying to play up to him to win his trust. But she knew that was only part of it. She knew, as her hand closed around the stiff cock, that she was really doing it because she wanted to. She wanted to feel his torrid cum spattering onto her undulating body as she beat him off, to experience the corrupt thrill of reveling in the steamy sperm bath!
"Yesssss!" the aroused twenty-year-old hissed seductively to her older lover. "Pump it all over me! On my titties, my belly, my face! Drown me in it!"
The old man's eyes glowed as she began stroking him, whispering to him how much she wanted his hot load all over her nubile breasts and gorgeous face. Laurel whipped the fat cock up and back and aimed the tiny hole at her squirming, writhing body as she reached up and jerked him.
The excitement of seeing the voluptuous young girl being fucked in the ass and the mouth, coupled with her genuine desire to jack him off, meant the cooing, wriggling girl did not have long to wait.
The old man groaned and rocked back and forth on his heels as she pumped him faster and faster.
All at once, the old film distributor gasped and went as stiff as the prick in Laurel's sliding hand. He tried to speak, couldn't manage a sound, then finally let out a garbled moan.
"N-Now!" the old man gurgled.
The first gush of cream shot out of the jumping cock and fell with a splat across Laurel's mountainous tits. The fiery liquid sent tremors of cum fever coursing through the redhead's jutting mounds as it struck her tender nipples. A second and third jet of boiling man juice splashed onto Laurel's belly and neck as she moved her hand frantically on the spurting prick and aimed it in a wide circle.
"Ohhhhhh! Sooooo much!" Laurel whined with pleasure, the tip of the exploding cock pointed squarely at her face now.
The old man sighed as his last big streamer of cum swashed against the beautiful redhead's mouth and splattered onto her cheeks and chin. Laurel joined him in a murmur of shared satisfaction, licking the spent cum from her face with long swipes of her tongue, like a kitten cleaning its whiskers after a meal. She had cum with him, not a jarring, screaming climax, but a melting, gentle orgasm that had topped off the day perfectly.
In gratitude, Laurel sat up and licked the pearl of gathered spunk from the end of the old man's rapidly shriveling dick. He smiled and played with her long, fiery hair.
"You are a thoughtful, sweet girl, my dear," he whispered. "And I will make you very rich. Just wait and see."
Before Laurel could answer, the old man pulled his cock from her hand and hitched up his slacks. He went into the bathroom and closed the door, and Laurel began cleaning up and dressing too.