C Ralston - X-rated lady cop

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.