Chapter 10

Robyn's tongue swooped to Melissa's hard clit, just as Pete's cock filled her cunt. Melissa moaned from the double whammy. She writhed on Pete's hair-rough thighs while submitting to Robyn's oral expertise. Her back slithered up and down his chest. His palms rotated over her rock-hard nipples, accentuating the rush. His fingers stretched over her globes for a thrilling squeeze.

"Yeah," Melissa sobbed as Pete crammed himself into her pussy. His dick stroked her quivering flesh. She briefly closed her eyes and savored the moment. Given the push and pull of his cock, Pete created stimulating suction. The mounting pucker of his plunging in and out precipitated her high-pitched squeal.

Robyn, smirking, dutifully lapped her. Melissa studied the voluptuous brunette. She seemed to enjoy eating her. Her dark eyes flashed as she scooped the honey from her snatch. Looking angelic, she beamed at her.

Robyn appeared to be having a great time. She licked her pulsing dot, then washed Pete's protruding base and balls. Pete stirred against her, reacting to the tickling bubbles she slapped on him. His palms smashed her nubs.

Behind Robyn, Dennis lubricated her anus. His oily finger eased from her butt hole.. Robyn displayed no discomfort from his preparation. He extravagantly smeared some on his dick, greasing himself for entry. Back and forth his fist went until he had a gleaming coat.

Melissa observed his blossoming delight. Dennis loved to butt-fuck. Frequently, she offered her ass for his exclusive enjoyment. Taking that long, solid shaft involved total relaxation. If one hadn't done so before insertion, the experience could be unpleasant.

Oblivious to Dennis's designs, Robyn went on slurping her pussy. Melissa could not tell if Robyn was ready to receive him. Although he had stuck his finger in to the knuckle, his cock was much larger.

Melissa suspended her judgment while riding Pete. His thick member rose in her cunt until his balls bulged at her quivering entrance. Pete gave her everything he had. She swayed on his lap while squeezing it. Deeply wedged in her pussy, he braced himself for her rhythmic clench. Her walls supplied him crushing relief.

"Yeah, baby," Pete muttered in her ear. "Take it, all of it."

Melissa clasped his balls. Her fingers glided over the taut sac, slippery from Robyn's foamy spittle. She caressed the emerging section of cock, discerning its furious beat. Lifting and dropping her ass, she immersed him in her soaked folds.

Pete, groaning, sat back and permitted him to ride her. He also gave himself over to Robyn's occasional lick. Her serpentine tip enriched his satisfaction.

Dennis sank into Robyn's ass. His jaw hung while spearing her shapely buns. Her intake excited him. Robyn detached her tongue from Melissa's clit as he drove into her dark squish. Her eyes rolled upward as he gained purchase of her rectum. Her lips quivered during his submersion. Several minutes later, her presence of mind was restored. Her tongue returned to Melissa for more tantalization.

Dennis, gasping, stared down at his cock jutting from her crack. He watched his dark pubes skim her trembling butt cheeks, then winced as her female heat engulfed him.

He glimpsed Robyn's profile when she turned. He could see her arousing reception to his backdoor delivery. She threw back her head and sighed as he filled her ass with thick inches. He charged into her baking flesh without restraint, holding back nothing in his thrusts. Robyn grabbed everything he had.

Melissa humped Pete until she could feel the shaking in his loins. She fucked him good, making sure he would get off with a smile. She emptied her mind of all distraction but that chunky thing trapped in her cunt. Her pussy smoothly came down on him, then twisted. Pete, surrendering to her hungry grasp, grunted as she ground herself to his wide foundation.

"Gonna make you cum," she purred, galloping on his lap. "I want to feel you shoot."

"Christ," he muttered. Those cunt lips greedily yanked on him. There wasn't a moment's reprieve from their starved clasp.

Melissa recognized his fierce tremors. Abruptly, she pulled him out of her snatch. Her slender fingers wrapped his heavy shaft and gave him a stimulating massage.

Robyn, gazing at them, caught Pete's flushed expression. He flew back into the chair, huffing and puffing. She saw Melissa jerking his cock. It looked huge in her fist. Within seconds, she turned it into a creamy fount. Jism spurted all over her pussy. Melissa rubbed the cummy head over her clit. She climaxed under her heated orbit.

Dennis tore himself from her rectum. His lewd cry reverberated. "Arghh. Arghh."

Jism sprinkled her buttocks. His speedy orgasm amazed her. Dennis, drawn by the animal nature of the act, ordinarily prolonged the experience. Her ass smarted from the void he left. His dick had gone deep. She stroked her clit, allowing herself to enjoy the tingling aftermath. After a few minutes, her pleasure crested. It never took much.

Melissa took stock of Robyn. From all appearances, she seemed completely normal. She detected no lingering aftereffects of her fling at the mall. The buxom brunette visibly enjoyed their little sex party with the men.

Robyn hopped in the shower while Melissa served cold beer and sandwiches. Melissa expected her to emerge refreshed, but that wasn't the case. Robyn yawned. "If nobody minds, I'd like to call it a night. I'm exhausted."

"Why don't you bunk down here?" Dennis suggested.

Smiling, she shook her head. "You wouldn't give me a moment's rest."

He evaluated her answer. "You're probably right."

"Are you sure you wouldn't rather stay?" Melissa asked before she departed. "It's really late."

Robyn nodded. "It's a short trip. I'll probably hit the sheets the second I walk in the door."

"Drive carefully." Melissa turned to the men.

"By the way, where are the others?"

"Investigating a new lead," Dennis said after taking a large bite of his sandwich. "We're still trying to crack that money laundering operation."

"Larry, John and Joe seemed to believe they have an excellent idea where the loot is going," Pete remarked. "They've gone undercover. They've traced the cash flow. All signs look good. If the tip we received pans out, we'll close it."

"Let's hope so," Melissa said.

Within moments of turning over the engine, Robyn was completely revived. She prided herself on an effective performance. They genuinely believed she was physically wiped out.

She briefly stopped at home. Strewn across her bed was her leather vest, boots and belt. She had carefully arranged them for a quick change. The smell of the rustic material as she draped herself with it afforded her a fierce rush. She could scarcely wait.

Robyn loathed the deception. Throughout the evening, she couldn't stop thinking about that leather bar, specifically the sex room. She had gone there several times and always left exhilarated. Initially, she believed her addiction mild. The whole scene, differing from her experiences as a Police Babe, smacked of animalism. She saw some parallels. Both crowds mixed sex and authority. Handcuffs were largely in use. What elevated the bar in her mind was its selection of random, faceless partners. There were no surprises with the cops; she was intimately familiar with all their preferences. She never knew what to expect from the bar's leather-clad individuals who groped her in the dark.

Robyn, studying her reflection, became the leather dominatrix. Each piece of her ensemble was placed over her aroused body. She began to enjoy the paraphernalia attached to her separate guise. She felt truly transformed. The spike-heeled boots, the studded leather vest, then handcuffs, she clipped to her belt contributed to her metamorphosis. The cops disallowed such gear. They favored seeing her handcuffed and naked.

She consulted the clock. It was nearly two in the morning, the hour in which all creatures of the night amassed. All else, be damned. Every person had the right to go to hell in his or her own peculiar fashion.

Primed for a good time, Robyn blasted her stereo the entire way.

She almost missed the place, given its nondescript front. It maintained a low-key profile on the industrial-type street. Robyn imagined it was intentional on the owners' part. Places such as that became known through word of mOuth, not blatant advertising.

Heads swerved in her direction as she strutted through the door. Her face and figure were regularly seen among the leather folks there. They saw her au naturel and had been given a demonstration of her talents in the basement. Some instantly gravitated to the staircase in anticipation of her arrival.

Robyn smirked. She ordered a beer while checking out the crowd. Men in leather masks, slave collars, chaps and studded wrist bands eyed her. Her fellow dominatrixes candidly scanned her. Her thick, sensual lips curved. She tossed back her lustrous brown mane over her shoulders while polishing off her brew, then almost hypnotized them by running her tongue over her lips.

She purred. She was ready for the basement.

The leather-bedecked sentinel stood at the entrance to paradise. Robyn submitted herself for his approval and instantly passed inspection. Her choice of leather vest, belt and boots easily warranted admission.

The room moved with sweaty flesh. A salty scent pinched her nostrils. She glimpsed writhing bodies in the various stalls. Neon lighting provided an eerie glow. Moans resonated, one superseded by the other. Tongues wriggled into crevices. Mouths absorbed cocks. Distended nipples were hungrily devoured. The one sound that ruled all else was that of a pussy receiving a hard dick. Women rested on them, squatted before them, or simply lay on their backs and authorized entry.

Robyn wasted no time stripping off her superfluous attire. Her tight T-shirt came off, along with her shorts. During her last two visits, she hadn't bothered waiting to get into a stall. She peered into the various enclosures before casting her decision about which to enter.

Hands swooped over her unveiled flesh. Her nipples throbbed from an aimless swirl. Robyn couldn't distinguish between male and female. The delicacy with which they treated her was sheer ecstasy.

Across from her, she surveyed the abundance of flesh. A woman stroked a man's thigh while he pumped her. Arching his spine, he permitted his audience unobstructed viewing. Robyn saw his cock sliding in and out of her pussy. That wide section, amply greased, protruded from her pink folds.

An inflamed couple fucked doggie-style several feet away. The man, enclosing his partner's shapely buttocks, dragged them to the base of his stiff cock. He took inordinate satisfaction in caressing her. His large hands leisurely traipsed over her hips and ass. His balls issued a repeated slap. She sobbed as his thing descended. He gasped upon settling into her groove.

Others populated stalls, practicing every variety of sex. Multiple servants licked men and women in rotation. Many switched partners before orgasm. Flesh changed hands without discrimination.

Her T-shirt gone, Robyn quivered as a mouth encased her nipple. The light suction was almost unbearable. A tongue revolved with disarming frequency. Coupled with those explosive images, she was at virtual saturation.

Coming down the stairs was a tall, dark-haired male. His resemblance to a motorcycle gang member struck her. He acknowledged Robyn with a solemn nod. She shivered in anticipation.

While he got naked, Robyn stepped into the ring of flesh. Tongues tenderly lashed her body. She welcomed the dash of bubbly warmth to her nipples. Others sought her pussy. She freely gave it.

Others descended the stairs. Eyes flickered at the new arrivals, many recognizable from previous sessions. They swiftly removed their clothing, leaving their leather costume intact, then mingled with the assorted groups.

Robyn moaned as something warm and wet slithered into her pussy. Between her legs, the face of a knockout blonde resided. She noisily downed her seepage. Dividing her cunt lips, she meticulously licked that pink region. Her blue spheres were glued to her. Robyn pursued them through her feathery fringe. She whispered words of hot encouragement while feeding her that ooze.

A man licked the curvature of her spine, then traveled over her butt cheeks before descending into her crack. Robyn shook as he probed her anus. She gasped at his wriggling insertion. That tongue made a thorough pass of her rectum. Saliva dribbled down her inner thigh. Even when the pleasure became unendurable, that tip did not pause. Robyn turned to see that her assailant was none other than the Harley Davidson enthusiast. His obsession with her anus was irreconcilable. He plunged into it, effecting those exquisite sensations.

God, she thought. First Dennis had taken it that evening, and now him. Two men on the same night, craving her ass.

From the blur of flesh, a masked man stepped. Robyn was clearly his objective. He marched up to her with purpose. His blue eyes imparted the message, "Suck me." Planting his feet firmly apart, he dangled his semi-erect dick. Her lips instantly captured it. Initially, he was pliant. She sucked the head, then gradually took more. Pivoting his hips enabled her to evenly take him.

The blonde slurping her cunt dominated her concentration. She lapped her in detail, leaving not a shred of coherence. Robyn squirmed, conscious of her limber stride. The woman eating her gave Robyn no opportunity to catch her breath. She devoured her snatch.

The motorcycle member continued his anal investigation. Exploring her wrinkled opening, he obtained a guttural moan. He stabbed into her buttocks, lubricating it

Her thought process impaired, Robyn resorted to kissing the dick in her face. She distributed licks when possible. The redheaded stud favored her bubbly treatment. She dabbed him with saliva until his cock grew. Her lips swooped over his dilated head and locked under its rim. She sucked until his male essence rinsed her palate.

Meanwhile, her fingers coiled around the foot of his cock and tugged. She spurred his development. Up and down her fist went, experiencing his solidification. He sprouted in her grasp.

She included more of him in her oral clamp. Her lips moved downward, displacing her hand. She fluttered across his veins, sprinkling her spit. His dick bunched around her shrunken lips, then sank into her face. In and out he glided, steadily burgeoning. She pulled on him, drawing him into her taut ring. Exercising skill, she obtained every extendable inch from his cock and brought him to peak size. It curved from his groin, extremely rigid.

The blonde withdrew her mouth and stuck her finger into Robyn's cunt. She pumped Robyn's loins until the nectar gushed. When she had tapped Robyn, the blonde plucked her digit and attended the outpour. Her kitten-like licks brought on a dizzy spell. She pinned back the lips of her pussy and lowered her serviceable tip into its liquid center. The results were electrifying.

At that same moment, the Harley guy aligned himself to Robyn's backside. She felt his exhalations on her shoulder. His blunt knob dipped into her juiced ass-hole.

Immediately detaching her lips, Robyn wailed. The motorcycle maniac took purchase of her waist and gradually introduced himself to that quivering butt hole. Pain was not an issue. Dennis's earlier journey left her highly susceptible. She enjoyed anal sex, savoring a cock submerged in her ass. He followed her, no matter how wildly she bucked. Its operator ground himself to her sweet buns, instilling an unshakable awareness of his size. She whimpered from its hollowing force.

The blonde's vibrant tip diluted the ache. She ran her tongue often over Robyn's pink succulence, erasing every discomfort. Of course, she did not suffer from that rectum-splitting monster. The two sensations neutralized each other. Only splendor prevailed.

The masked man cupped the back of her head and reattached her lips. His dick slid smoothly into her smothering clasp. It was quite gratifying to have a cock in her mouth. She sucked it with renewed vigor. Her lips traveled its length, taking a moment to sample its pulsations, which were highly prevalent. His dick slid back, juicy with spit.

The masked man's head lolled. His eyes rolled upward through the slits. He pulled back his lips, baring clenched teeth. From his posture, he obviously loved what her mouth did to him.

Behind her, a stiff cock buried itself in her ass. She received it with a shudder. Her anus expanded and contracted to adapt to him. That dick speared into her narrow channel, demanding all conceivable space. Eight inches of hard cock plowed into her bowels.

After applying her suck, she lathered his balls. Sweat spiced that region. She slurped his pouch until his flesh swam in her drool. When another slobbering stroke became unbearable, he returned himself to her mouth.

The blonde noisily gobbled her cunt. Robyn could feel her siphon the juice. The girl parted her cunt lips, gleaning the spice not only from her flaps, but the hole, too. Her slurps made Robyn insensitive to the cock in her ass. Soon, the blonde focused almost exclusively on her clit. That sinuous tip encountered her love button, one unvarying lash at a time. Soon, Robyn had difficulty breathing-the pleasure was that intense.

Several feet away, Robyn observed a man fucking a woman. Clutching her thighs, he vigorously stuffed himself into her pussy. His hips jerked wildly as he slammed into her. The woman undulated, overcome by the brutal pumping he gave her. In pulling back, Robyn noted his substantial width. She understood the woman's distinct incoherence. The man showed signs of cumming; his misshapen features relayed that message. Suddenly, he pulled out and immediately seized the woman's wrist. Robyn watched as he dragged her hand to his dick and had her massage him. Absently, the woman complied. Within seconds, his jism sprayed her tits. Her nipples received a creamy blanket. A gut-wrenching cry tore from his throat as he emptied himself over her squirming body.

The masked man's fingers dug into her skull.

With his mouth wide open and gasps echoing from above, he labored. Robyn was scarcely ready for his torrent of cum. He exploded fast, shooting in her mouth. She gulped it as best she could. The blonde's tongue defeated her.

The motorcycle member was next. He yanked himself from her butt and squirted. Most of his spunk landed on her rear. She was oblivious to its splash. Although he commanded a respectable amount of space in her rear, the attributable vacuum did not haunt her. Again, that fantastic licking was responsible for diffusing the hurt.

The blonde ate her nonstop. Robyn lost track of the orgasms she had. The final one dealt her was bewildering. She twisted above that poised tip, heavily contracting. The spasms were, by far, the strongest.

As she sank into a pleasant state of numbness, Robyn took notice of her audience. Many had stopped what they were doing to digest her performance. Some waited their turn with her. A multitude of faces swam around her, some familiar, the majority foreign.

Her eyes landed on a pair of faces that nearly brought her heartbeat to a stop. She became still as their condemning stare caused her to cower in the shadows.

Larry and John, dressed in full leather regalia, had just seen her in action. Neither looked pleased to find her in such a place.

A conversation from that evening slowly resurfaced. "We're about to break that money laundering operation. We believe funds are being churned through a business that caters to the night life."

Oh, God, she thought, not the leather bar.

It was then that Stacy realized she was in deep shit.