Fuck the Police Part 5
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Part 5:
It took more discipline than I usually have when it comes to things sexual to not play with myself for the rest of the day. I wanted to build up the anticipation for the evening, and of course build up the load of cum I had. I knew my ass would be in good shape still to take whatever may want it. Instead, I did the most basic of suburban things: I worked on my lawn all afternoon.
Nearing 6:00 p.m. I changed into my gym clothes, this time nothing more than my ranger panty shorts and a pair of shoes. No briefs and no shirt were the perks of working out at my place instead of the globo-gym (even if there was no hot-bodied Mandy here).
Nicole was over right at 6:00 and I was already mixing her a glass of pre-workout. I heard her drop her bag next to the front door and kicking her work boots off. She came into the kitchen in her work pants and undershirt and she was undoing the braid she kept her hair in while working. She tussled her hair to untangle it and get rid of the braid and it fell wildly over her face.
She smiled at me through her hair before sweeping it back off of her face. I gave her a quick peck on the cheek and handed her the preworkout.
"Thank God, I'm exhausted today! Busy day plus all the hormones raging from this morning!" Nicole said.
We each gulped our drinks and got down to business. We went out to the garage and while I began to put weights where they belonged for the day's workout Nicole was changing into her gym clothes. It was a distraction to move plates while she did that and I could only stare at her. Her body was as tan as the summer and her thick powerful quads burst from the tiny shorts she slid on. They barely covered the muscular ass, and the "thigh gap" so many women try to emulate on social media, on Nicole it was a result of legs built of only muscle. Her core was even more toned than before after we had begun training together, topped with her magnificent fake tits. The sports bra she wore today was skimpier than usual and her cleavage was on full display. The tell-tale imprint of her pierced nipples were barely below the edge of her bra. Nicole left her hair down today and it fell over her sculpted traps and arms, contrasting against the bright tattoos down to her wrist.
I couldn't help myself and I gave my cock a long squeeze through my tented shorts. Nicole smirked and playing along stretched her tiny shorts down over her smooth pussy. She spread her open to show me her pink flesh against her tan.
Enough being enough, we had to start the workout. Burpees and carries. While I carried a weight down the block, Nicole performed burpees in the garage. When I got done with mine, she'd take her weight and started walking while I did burpees. We did this for 20 minutes, and being our tapering phase we spent a good amount of time on mats stretching and rolling out after. Our sweaty bodies were gleaming in the evening sun and the longer shadows were highlighting every contour and muscle on Nicole. It was pure beauty.
"Lemme see your phone" Nicole said while she changed positions.
I figured this was the beginning of our debauchery and wasn't mistaken. I gave her my phone and she went straight to the grinder app. She studied my profile for a second and commented that it was nearly empty besides my age and a faceless picture. I told her it's the problem with working in law enforcement is you have to be discreet; that, and I can't put a position or role or even tribe in my profile. I'm in the mood for vastly different things at different times.
I rolled over and pulled her against me so we were both leaning against a stack of gear and she was nestled into me. I watched her scroll through the other online profiles and click on a few. She asked a few questions about them, if I had ever played with this one or that one, if I was interested and so on.
With the mood I was in today, I wasn't too interested in personality or even body type. I was interested in cock. The biggest thickest cock I could find is what my body was telling me I needed. And if Nicole's reaction to watching me take that dildo in the shower was any indication, she was down for watching me with the biggest and thickest cock I could find, too.
"Let's find you a big boy..." Nicole said, almost to herself as she kept scrolling. As she searched my hands started caressing her body and lightly running over her thighs and tits. She pressed against me as a response and we were both getting hot and horny.
Scrolling through my past conversations, Nicole found one from nearly two months ago. She scrolled through our chatting, commenting that we had played together a few times already and the guy must have been good. At first I couldn't remember which guy it was but then she stopped on a picture he had shared. It was his cock of course; Bigger than mine and cut, thick with veins popping. I remembered it belonged to a kid who was a senior in college. He was always horny; always. He was younger than us both being 23, and unlike us in nearly every way besides his love for sex. He was a tall lanky and lean kid. Nearly no muscle and his build made his cock look very out of place on his body; it also gave the illusion that his cock was even bigger than it was.
"He's a top, but can he fuck?" Nicole asked me.
"Oh yea, he can fuck. You should invite him, he's a ton of fun. I'm not sure if he's into chicks at all though..."
Nicole was already typing out a message to him and replied "I don't care if he's into me, I want him into you. Boy, tonight is about you!" She kissed me on the cheek and within seconds we got a "hey" reply. Nicole was pretending to be me on the app, telling the guy, John I now remembered, how much I needed it. How my whole felt gaping and empty without his big cock in it".
John was eating it up and soon Nicole and him were hot and heavy in the sexting, John of course thinking he was talking directly to me.
"Why don't you come over at 8:00 and show my girl how I like to get fucked"
"Your girl?"
"Yea daddy, she's totally into it. You don't have to touch her or anything, just put on a show for her, ok?"
"That's fuckin kinky stud, I'm in. Your girl is going to watch you be my whore"
"I can't wait, daddy, see you at 8:00!"
Nicole put the phone down and immediately grabbed her tits and squeezed her nipples. I ground my cock against her ass and told her how fucking hot it was to watch her text with John. She said the exact shit I would have said.
"That gives us about an hour to get ready baby" Nicole said standing up. She took my hand and helped me to my feet and she grabbed hold of my cock. She pulled on it through the shorts.
"I brought an outfit for tonight, want me to change, or want me to shower first?"
I grabbed her throat and squeezed and she grimaced into a naughty smile. I replied: "Don't shower, I want to taste your sweat later"
"That's exactly what I wanted to hear, baby" She said as she kissed me. "I want you sweaty too...your daddy won't give a fuck if you're sweaty and smelly. He just wants to fuck your brains out doesn't he?"
It took even more discipline than I had to have through the day to not fuck each other right then. The next hour or so was spent having a light protein drink and changing into Nicole's outfit. I stayed in my sweaty ranger panties. I was hanging out on the couch watching porn I had streaming from my phone; a bisexual orgy in a well-manicured lawn, full of brawny masculine ass-fucking men and an equal amount of very done-up European looking women. My sweaty muscles were sticking to my white leather upholstered couch when Nicole walked in front of the TV. She handed me a small glass of wine, something we usually abstained from. Now though, a small glass wouldn't hurt. I took the glass and drank in her appearance. The hair was still down and messy in a wild way.
Her dress...Nicole wore a black leather halter top, tied with just strings behind her neck. The strings gave way to the smooth matted black look of genuine leather into a deep v-neck down to her waist. The front was composed of just the two narrow triangles of leather covering the front of her tits. It was of course open backed and from the side, the dress showed an ample amount of tit. The dress was long enough to just barely cover her ass and being skin tight showed just how strong and powerful that ass was. I whistled at her and instead of blushing with a faux demure a woman would typically have showing such a fancy and revealing dress, Nicole grinned with confidence and bit her lip. I took her hand and spun her around. The back was cut low enough to show the curve of her ass below the hip bone.
She was absolutely stunning in the dress and with her build and tattoos, it was a look Nicole could pull off in public, but a look she could only pull off out of town in a fancy hotel or club and not be immediately recognized as a member of law enforcement. This type of look was reserved for working girls meant for athletes and high-paying customers, or the trophy wife of a millionaire. In a town like ours, suburbia, though kink and debauchery does exist, it isn't open and even if her admirers did admire her, they'd scold her amongst themselves at her boldness and openly slutty appearance.
Just as I was about to grope Nicole, the doorbell rang and my heart skipped a beat. No matter how familiar I was, and how many times it happened, that moment when my fuck arrived, I always got nervous and anxious.
"Answer it, boy" Nicole whispered. She kissed my lips. "Answer it but crawl on your knees to do it." She kissed me again. "Remember, you're a fucking animal".
I dropped to my hands and knees and was crawling to the front door. The doorbell rang again in John's impatience. I got up onto my knees and opened the door. John was surprised to see me on my knees already; usually I would drop to my knees next to the couch. John exclaimed "Oh fuck yea!" I moved aside on my knees and he came in, shutting the door behind him.
My position was an absolute invitation and John didn't waste any time at all pulling his cock out. He was filling up but not fully hard when I took it in my mouth. An involuntary moan escaped as I sighed heavily through my nostrils as his warm hardening flesh filled my mouth. It had been far too long since I sucked a cock. No matter how frequently I did suck cock, that first taste in my mouth always screamed "it's been too long".
I reveled in the sensation of cock in my mouth. After a few more breaths I took more of him and soon my hands were pulling his jeans down off his waist. I steadied his waist and felt his taught skin against his hips. This kid was lean, borderline scrawny, but fuck he was hung. He was soon as hard as a rock in my mouth and I kept taking more and more of him, a nice and slow back and forth tempo. My mouth never left his cock and I began playing with his balls. His hands were running through my hair and he was muttering his approval at my mouth: "Oh fuck yea...that's it...suck it..."
I moaned in reply, truly happy and fulfilled to be sucking cock once again, fulfilled at making a man feel good. I was deep throating him now, pressing my nose against him for a few long seconds at a time so he could feel the back of my throat all the way up and down his cock. My hand on John's thigh felt his leg quiver. I was making him weak in the knees, and he pulled me off his cock and by my hair, led me to my couch.
"He's a good boy, isn't he?" Nicole purred from an easy chair next to the couch. She sat with wine in hand, regally with legs crossed, having enjoyed the show next to the front door. John paused and it was obvious he had never performed in front of a woman, and being a college kid, probably never been in front of a woman like Nicole.
As soon as John stood still to look at Nicole I dove back on his cock. I was working his shaft with my hand now and playing attention to his head, licking up and down and making more of a show about it instead of long steady deep throating. Nicole walked up and took John's hand in in a bro-handshake. That also threw John off. An absolutely beautiful woman in a sexy dress, athletic beyond belief and being as casual as one of the boys. I kept working his cock in an aggressive way I know I'd love to experience and a way I know Nicole would love to see. I was becoming frantic in my efforts, showing them both just how badly I needed cock. It had begun as a little bit of an act for my beautiful audience but as I worked him, it became reality. I NEEDED it.
John sat down at Nicole's recommendation and during my cock worshipping he stripped off his pants and shirt. He was lounging naked on my couch while I dripped spit and saliva all over the place. He was moaning and gasping and watching me work him. Nicole sat down next to him, her feet under herself and leaning over to get a good view. She handed John a glass of wine, asking if he was old enough to drink. He muttered an absent minded "uhuh" and Nicole handed him the glass. He only held it though, far too distracted by how good I was making his cock feel.
John was soon forcing me all the way down on his cock again and I was happily deep throating him. Nicole was purring and telling us both just how fucking hot we both were.
"I think Eric needs to get his ass fucked, John" Nicole said in that same soft but sly voice.
I moaned at the idea of John hammering into me, and John grunted too. He was almost hesitant to pull me off his cock, but we both knew how good we'd both feel in a second or two. I turned around on the floor still and pulled my shorts off. My bare ass was presented to both John and Nicole, and dropping from my hands and knees to just my knees, my shoulders resting on the carpet, I looked back at them both, spreading my asshole open for John.
I've been in this position almost countless times. Face down, ass up like a good little slut. Every time, waiting to be penetrated and feel another man's cock enter me, there is nothing more important or as urgent in the entire world. I needed to get fucked, and at this point it barely mattered who would do it. I needed both to be filled, to receive the physical pleasure another man can give me, and also, the psychological thrill of being used by another man for his pleasure.
John took his cock in his hand and got on his knees directly behind me. Nicole slid off the couch too right next to him and looked into my eyes.
"You're about to take this big cock for me, aren't you, you dirty fucking animal" She said. Nicole traded hands for her wine glass and began trying to swallow her fist. She was putting all fingers and her thumb in her mouth, bringing up as much saliva as she could. A few pumps of her hand and she leaned over and spat a giant slick gob of saliva right on my opening asshole.
I heard John mutter "Fuck yea" as he saw my hole wink open at the cool sensation of Nicole's spit. John spat too, and between their spit and all my saliva hanging off his cock, he was ready to fuck.
I felt him press the flared head of his cock against my begging hole. John was too young to know how to tease and draw an encounter out, and I was too far-gone in lust and depravity to want to be teased. As soon as his head stretched my hole out and popped in, John was sliding his big cock all the way up my ass. He took my breath away and if it hadn't been for the brutal ass fucking I gave myself in the shower that morning, I wouldn't have been able to take it.
Within seconds he was pounding his cock all the way into me, grabbing my hips to increase the ferocity. I was vocal with my panting and I was having a hard time seeing straight; my view was from carpet level anyways but I could see Nicole gasping and leaning in watching his cock disappear up my ass. She was playing with her tits and squeezing her nipples through her dress watching. Occasionally she would look away from the obscene show and smile at me; a genuinely happy and at the same time lust-filled smile.
John wouldn't be able to keep up this pace for long, I thought. He had never fucked me so hard and I think it was having Nicole as an audience that he was putting on a show. Over his grunts I heard Nicole start to moan. She had hiked up her dress the inch or two needed to start playing with her pussy and as she did that, she started to talk dirty.
"Pound his ass, daddy, fuck him....Give him that cock, give him what he fuckin needs"
And to me: "Take that cock you dirty fucking slut...you don't even need lube do you, whore?"
I grunted louder in encouragement for them both. I wanted more, more, more: more cock, harder cock, cum in my ass, I wanted it all. And Nicole, keep talking dirty, I am a whore, I'm a depraved little slut...
John kept pounding away at my hole and I soon felt him dripping sweat onto my back. Soon he was spitting too and joined in Nicole's dirty talk: "Take my fucking cock you whore, daddy's going to breed you good"
Nicole joined in too and began spitting on me. The splatter felt all over my back and on my ass and I felt so deliciously filthy.
"That's right, take daddy's big cock...make him feel good...he's going to fill you up with his big load..."
It sounded like a low chant, almost like an incantation except it was too desperate sounding, I was moaning "breed me daddy, breed me daddy, breed me daddy..."
John didn't last long. The sensory overload of everything going on, my asshole, his wine, Nicole next to him encouraging us...it was too much for John. He slammed as hard as he could into my ass and I felt it and started begging almost as loud as I could. Nicole began to get off too playing with her wet pussy and watching one man empty his cock into another man's gaping asshole. John became as rigid as a board and the only movement I could feel was his cock pulsing his cum deep into my insides. My hole was too used and too roughly fucked to feel the cum in me, but I knew he was emptying a big load. I felt him grow soft in me and I ground my ass against him until he was too sensitive to take it and he pulled himself out of me.
I remained on the floor, face down ass up. John grabbed his clothes and shyly went to the bathroom. Nicole smiled an evil smile at me and followed John out of the room, casually saying "don't move a muscle, stud."
I lay there in that contorted position and basked in my nastiness. Nicole had said I was a dirty fucking animal. I reveled in that. She was too. She had loved this as much as I did.
I heard the front door open and close and felt Nicole's hand on my ass. She stroked it up and down and I felt her fingers gently press into my used hole. "How's that feel baby?"
I moaned in my yet-to-be-satisfied lust.
"Are you ready for more, baby?" Nicole asked.
I looked back over my shoulder and up at her. She was standing over my spread ass and she had untied the top of her dress. Her tits stood out perky and proud in their sexuality. Nicole's dress was hiked up even farther than when she had been fingering her pussy; I strained to see over my shoulder and I could see that while John was leaving, Nicole had put on a harness with a big rubber cock.
She stroked her strap-on dildo smiling at me and telling me how fucking sexy it was for me to let her witness such a show. Nicole said she loved how vulnerable I was willing to be for her and how intimate it was to watch me get bred.
I reached back and spread my hole open again for the new cock. Nicole got on her knees and thrust in. It wasn't as large as John's and I easily took it. What was gone from the physical intensity of trying to take a cock like John's was made up for in the intimacy of Nicole fucking me for the first time. She had said tonight was all about me, and as she gently fucked me from behind she kept pouring lube into my open hole and stroking even more onto her cock.
We eventually found ourselves on the couch, each naked save for Nicole's strap-on. I was on my back with my legs spread like the whore I am, and Nicole was over me, thrusting her hips and driving her rubber cock up my ass. She was hitting all the right places and though I was the first man she had used her toy on, she was quick to find where the prostate was and what made me moan the loudest. We were groping each other and feeling every muscle we had, now drenched in sweat just like a gym session.
Nicole's dirty talk had gotten more intimate but still filthy: "Take my big cock baby..." then a passionate kiss "Take Mommy's big nasty cock"
Nicole and I had both reached a flow state and neither of us had any idea how long we had been fucking on the couch. My ass was a numb nerve center of pleasure and warmth, and the rest was sensory overload.
Nicole finally lifted my hips up just enough that her driving was hitting my prostate perfectly. I was gasping now, a more frantic higher pitched plea to cum. She grinned down at me fully aware of what she was doing to my body and as she kept thrusting against me, I began to spurt cum all over us. She never broke eye contact as my cock throbbed a big load against both my abs and her own.
Once my orgasm was over Nicole slowly backed the cock out of me. She unfastened one buckle and it fell to the side and she climbed back on me. My cock was still hard but I was totally done. My body had been used and abused and I needed a break. We were both breathing heavily and our abs slid against each other. The white strings of my cum were squished and slid between us acting as a natural lubricant for our now teenage-style humping. We hugged and sucked each other's tongues and ground into each other saying things like "this was so fucking hot" and "thank you" and "you're so dirty, you're incredible". I took my hand between us and it was immediately covered in our sweat and frothy cum. I smeared my hand against both our faces, a visible and filthy mark at our depraved we are together.
"I told you you'd need a tattoo that said `Mommy'" Nicole smirked before kissing me again.