Chapter 10
Lisa was alone in her car. She couldn't understand why she had driven to this section of town. It was one of the most rundown parts of the city. There was nothing along the street except adult book stores, movie houses showing filthy movies" and massage parlors.
It was nearly nine o'clock in the evening, and it was pretty dark. She sat there" watching the men going in and out of the massage parlor. Her imagination was going wild as she thought about the things going on in there. She was supposed to be in church. That was where she had told her husband she was going. She hadn't been out by herself since the awful news stories. Of course" nobody had known she had been involved. Tony and Donna had been found" still tied up together" and there had been ugly stories about rape and incest. Nobody knew what had become of Fred and Dan.
Tony and Donna had been forced to move out of town.
And now Lisa was sitting out in a bad section of town" and she was all alone.
She watched another man going into the massage parlor. She squeezed her thighs together. There was a funny tingling sensation all up and down her body.
"I've got to go," she told herself.
She didn't move. She had been thinking about what had happened a lot lately. She knew one thing for sure. Nobody had ever made her feel like Fred and Dan had made her feel. Perhaps she was sick, but they had made her feel so damned good. Her pussy had been so horny for them.
Her husband didn't give her what she needed. He was the same dull fellow, and she needed someone who would take charge. She needed a man who would take what he wanted, who would give her what she needed.
"Oh damn," she said softly. "What's wrong with me?"
She saw two men coming through her rear view mirror. They were on motorcycles" huge men dressed in police uniforms. Something about a uniform had always turned her on" but tonight the feeling was even worse. Watching them park their cycles was enough to send shivers through her body.
One of them came up and tapped on the window. He wasn't wearing his police cap. He was young but his eyes were old. She could see him looking her up and down as she rolled down her window.
"Can I see your driver's license and registration please?" he asked.
"Have I done something wrong" officer?" she asked.
"Just give me what I ask for, lady," he said. "We don't like you women working the street."
She realized what he thought she was and it made her blush all over. She knew she didn't look like a prostitute. She was immaculate in her white dress and white sweater and with a strand of pearls at her throat. She had combed her hair until it was bright and shining. She had on just the right amount of makeup. She looked beautiful, or so her husband had said. The officer seemed to think so because he kept looking her up and down as he looked at the paper's she handed him.
"This your car, lady?" he asked. "Yes," she answered.
"This is from an address on the other side of town and it's not in a woman's name." "He's my husband," she said.
"Sure," he said. "You don't mind if my partner calls your husband and finds out where his car is supposed to be tonight."
"No" don't do that," she said quickly.
All she could think of was the fact that her husband thought she was in church. She would have a hell of a time explaining what she was doing here. She didn't understand it herself. "Why not?" the officer asked.
"I'm not supposed to be here," she answered him. "I'm supposed to be in church. It's the truth."
"I think I'm beginning to understand," he said.
The officer walked back to his partner. She heard laughter. One of them made an obscene motion with his hand" like he was stroking his cock. Another tingling sensation went through her body. She sat there, shaking. She couldn't control herself.
The officer came back. "Could you please get out of the car?"
She didn't know what was going on. All she knew was that she was scared. She had never even spoken to a policeman but a couple of times in her life. They were supposed to be friends to the public. At that moment she felt like these two men were her enemies. At the same time she was excited by the situation.
She opened the door and got out. The officer put a hand on her arm to steady her. He walked her back to the cycles.
"Over here, Rod," the other officer said. "What are you doing?" she asked.
She was pushed into the darkness of an alley between two buildings. She could feel her heart beating wildly. She couldn't seem to get herself under control. She knew she wasn't supposed to be treated like this. There was something very scary about what was going on.
"Lean against the wall," Rod said. "Spread your legs and back up a little."
"What are you doing?"
"I'm searching you" Mrs. Johnson," Rod said. "What did you think I was going to do?" "Why are you doing this?"
"You're in a place you're not supposed to be and you're afraid to call the real owner of the car you're in. It makes me suspicious." "I'm telling you the truth," she said.
Rod put his hand on her arms. He moved his hands down her arm and around to her shoulders. He moved his hands down until he was cupping her ass. He moved his body close enough so she could feel his stiff cock against her ass cheeks.
"She doesn't seem to be holding any dangerous weapons, Alan," Rod said. "Maybe I'd better search her," Alan said. Alan moved behind her and he did the same thing that Rod had done. His hands lingered on her ass a little longer. He rubbed himself against her so that she felt his rigid cock against her ass cheeks. It made her tremble. "All right," Rod said. "Why don't you want me to call your husband?"
"I told you," she said. "I'm not supposed to be here."
"You're meeting your boyfriend?" Rod asked. "You were going to give him a quick piece of ass!"
"No."
"I think I'll make that phone call," Alan said.
"Please," she whispered. "I'll do anything. Please don't call my husband."
"Now you're beginning to sound, interesting, baby," Rod said. "Maybe we can work some kind of deal out. Why don't you get down on your knees."
Somehow she had known this was coming all along. She thought that she was going to ruin her nylons. She shivered as she sank down on her knees in front of the big policeman. She was at eye level with his cock. She could see his prick trying to burst out of his trousers. His cock looked pretty fucking big.
"You know what I want you to do, don't you?" the policeman asked.
"Yes, sir," she answered.
She reached up and found his zipper. She pulled it down and slipped her hand inside. He was wearing shorts and she could feel his big cock bunched in his shorts.
She moved her fingers around until she found a way to slide her fingers inside his shorts. His prick was throbbing. Her fingers touched his sweaty cock meat, and he groaned. She was having trouble breathing. This was exciting to her and she didn't even know why.
She wrapped her fingers around the base of his meaty cock. She gripped his prick tightly and carefully pulled his cock shaft out of his shorts. His prick seemed to spring out of his trousers. She wrapped her fingers even more tightly around his throbbing cock flesh.
"Oh yes," he moaned. "That feels real fucking good!"
Her fingers moved up and down his prick. His prick was just as big as she had imagined. His cock was huge. His cock flesh was sweaty as she moved her hand down. She slid her fingertips into his shorts and started stroking his balls. His prick seemed to grow bigger.
She started undoing his belt with her other hand. She pulled his belt away and dropped his trousers down a little. Her hand tugged his shorts down. His prick was completely free now.
She could smell the strong aroma of his excitement. She moved her head forward without him asking. She used two fingers around the crown of his cock to hold his prick up to her lips.
"That's right, baby," Rod said. "This is what you came looking for tonight and now you've found it. Kiss my fucking cock!"
She moved her tongue around his swollen cock head. It wasn't the first cock she'd kissed but somehow it seemed like the first. Her heart was throbbing even faster and there was spit dripping from her lips. She found herself hungry for his swollen prick flesh.
"Come on, baby," he moaned. "Take it in your mouth. Fuck me with your fucking lips!" She was more than willing to give Rod what he wanted" but there was other stuff she wanted to do. She started moving her lips around the head of his cock. She moved her tongue down to his balls. She started rubbing her tongue down around his balls. She opened her lips and sucked his balls into her mouth.
"Oh shit," Rod said. "This bitch knows what she's been doing. We ought to put her to work in the massage parlor. She can give fucking blowjobs all night long. We'll fill her belly with cum!"
The thought excited her. She moved her tongue back up to the ridge of his cock. She swirled her tongue around his prick head. She pulled her head back and pushed her tongue against his tiny piss hole. She swirled her tongue around his cock head again. She was hungry for his prick. She opened her mouth and let his swollen cock head rest against her tongue. She closed her eyes and just thought about the cock in her mouth for a few moments. His prick was throbbing against the roof of her mouth. She could already taste some of his cum leaking out.
"Suck me" baby," he groaned. "You know you want to do it. Suck my fucking cock!" She sucked his prick into the hollow of her cheek. She moved his cock, around underneath her tongue. She knew that spit and dripping cum were leaking out of her mouth and wetting her sweater. She hoped her husband wouldn't notice.
Rod reached down and jerked her sweater up. She was wearing a bra but he made short work of her bra. His hands slipped behind her back and he unhooked her bra. He jerked the bra up around her neck and his hands cupped her big titties.
"You've got a nice set of tits, baby," he groaned. "You've got a fucking nice set of tits. Fucking nice!"
He held onto her titties hard and started fucking his cock in and out of her mouth. This time she just relaxed. She realized he wasn't going to let her do any of the work. He was already excited. He started fucking the back of her throat with his firm cock.
"You keep using your tongue like that" baby," he groaned. "You keep working your tongue like that and I'll give you a nice hot mouthful of cum. You can swallow my fucking cum!"
She knew he was nearly there. His prick was already big inside her mouth. He kept one hand caressing her titties, but he moved his other hand up behind her head. He wasn't going to take a chance on her getting away. "I'm fucking your face, bitch," Rod groaned. "I'm fucking your face. I'm fucking your fucking face. Oh shit, it feels good. Oh shit" I'm going to fucking come! Shiiit!"
He kept gripping the back of her head as he fucked his cock as deep into her mouth as he could. She tasted his cum spurting against the roof of her mouth. She started swallowing as quickly as she could. She was drinking his cum. He kept fucking his cock in and out of her mouth until she felt like her throat was coated with his jism.
"You're pretty damned good," he groaned. "You have a sweet fucking mouth!"
He pulled his prick out of her mouth. He wiped his still-wet prick with the strands of her hair. She felt a throbbing all over her body as he moved away from her and put his cock back into his trousers.
"It's my turn," Alan said.
Alan had already unzipped his trousers and his cock was out. His cock was half hard and she found herself staring at his prick like she was starving for his cock meat.
"Come on and taste it, baby," he said. "Taste my fucking cock."
She had hardly had time to taste the other officer's cock. She was still swallowing Rod's jism. Now Alan moved his, cock against her face" and she opened her mouth. She swallowed almost all of his cock. She felt his prick going down the back of her throat. His prick was throbbing with excitement.
He grabbed the back of her head and started fucking his cock into her mouth. It didn't take but a few moments and his rigid prick was as hard as could be. She was having trouble getting her lips around his big cock.
"Fucking nice, but I'm going to have some of your pussy, baby," Alan said. "I'm going to fuck your cunt!"
She kept sucking his prick for a few moments longer. The truth was that she wanted his prick all the way inside her pussy. Her pussy was burning for his cock at that moment.
She didn't mind when he finally pulled his cock out of her mouth. He reached down and pulled her up to her feet. He made her turn around. She put one hand against the wall.
"Pull up your dress, baby," he told her. She reached down with her other hand. She pulled her skirt up to her waist. For the first time she was glad she was wearing a garter belt to hold her stockings up. She could sense the excitement going through the policeman. "Hot damn," he said softly.
She was not wearing panties. She didn't know why but she hadn't put any on that evening. He made her bend over a little more and he pushed his cock against her cunt from behind.
"Are you ready for it, baby?" he asked. "Are you ready for my big fucking prick?" "Oh yes," she moaned. "I'm ready. I've never been so ready. I'm horny all over!" "Hot damn," Alan said. "I've got a hot piece this time!"
Alan fucked forward and her pussy stretched to admit his big prick. She gave a groan of satisfaction and almost fell against the wall. He had filled her pussy as she had never been filled before.
He started fucking her. He reached around and grabbed her titties and he started fucking her with deep" hard thrusts.
"Shit, you bitch," Alan said. "There's not many bitches who'd let a couple of men do this to her in an alley. Only a fucking bitch would let us do this. A slimy bitch!"
He was trying to humiliate her even more, but it only made her hotter. She didn't know why but she enjoyed being treated like dirt. She was enjoying being put into her place. She felt more of a woman than she had ever felt before.
"Come on, bitch," he groaned. "Move that fucking ass. Shove it back at me!"
Her pussy was hotter than hell. She started pushing her cunt back against his swollen cock as hard as she could. It was happening to her. Her belly was a fiery ball. Her pussy was leaking fuck juice. His cock was making wet sounds as he fucked into her.
"Oh yes," she moaned. "Oh shit yes, I'm coming. It feels so fucking good. Oh shit yes. Oh fuuuuck!"
She couldn't control the movements of her body. She was shaking all over. Her body pushed back against him harder" and a flood of her cunt juices soaked his cock.
"Oh fucking shit," Alan groaned. "Shit, this is nice!"
Alan fucked his cock into her even harder. He seemed determined to drive her head through the wall. He was fucking his cock deep inside her" so deep that she thought he was going to tear her in half. Some of his cum leaked into her already wet pussy.
"Oh fucking shit," Alan groaned. "I'm going to fucking come. I'm going to come. Oh shiiit!"
Alan rammed her hard and stayed deep within her. His cum was like a soothing balm shooting into her pussy. He fucked into her a couple of more times. His prick cream filled her. He gave her one last spurt" and then he pulled his cock out of her.
"You can fix your clothes now," Alan said. She straightened out her clothes as she stood up. She was red faced as the two men looked at her. She didn't know why she had behaved like such an animal.
"Go home now," Alan said. "Your husband will be missing you."
"All right," she said.
She walked out to her car. Alan gave a card to her before she slipped back in. She looked at the card-it was the name and number of the massage parlor.
"You'll be back again, honey," Alan said. "And we can put you to work."
She knew he was right. She would be back.