Don Scott - The doctor_s horny wife

Tony reached between Christina's legs, and she spread them for him, closing her eyes and sighing with pleasure.

"That's it, baby," Christina whispered, her tongue flicking out to graze Tony's ear. "I like a man who doesn't pussy-foot around. Just let me know what you want."

"I want you, damn I want all of you!"

Tony pushed Christina's skirt up higher and grabbed her panties. She felt the tug, heard the soft ripping sound as they were torn from her body, then felt the cool evening air against her dewy cunt. When she told Tony that she didn't like her men to pussy foot around, she never thought he would take it this literally!

"Damn! You're so fucking hot already! I've got to fuck you!"

Tony's prick slid smoothly over her tongue, pushing out her cheeks, stretching and contorting her features.

"Uhhh!" she gasped at the sudden invasion of prickflesh into her mouth. "Mmmmmm!" she moaned tightening her lips around his charging, throbbing cock.

Tony frantically pounded his prick into Christina's mouth. He held her head still and jerked his prick back and forth between her lips, forcefully fucking her beautiful face. And then, just as soon as his cock was quivering and wet with her spit, he pulled his prickmeat from her mouth and grabbed her under the arms, raising Christina to her feet.

"Come on, let me stick my cock in you!"

"Yesssssss!" Christina purred, hooking her arms around Tony's neck. She raised one leg and wrapped it around Tony's waist, sort of hitting his ass with her heel to spur him on. That left her standing unsteadily on one foot, and her high-heeled shoe wasn't the easiest thing to balance on.

Tony slipped his hands under Christina's skirt, his fingers digging into the firm flesh of her ass. He held her up slightly, then drove his slick cock at her wet cunt. His cockhead hit her thigh and slid along it, missing her cunt. Christina dropped a hand and grabbed his cockmeat, and the cylinder of pulsating prickflesh shuddered. She aimed his cockhead at her pussy and whispered, "Now!"

Tony groaned, like an animal. He stabbed at Christina's pussy, and his prick found her cunt. His cockhead punched between her cuntlips and sank full length between her cunt walls, being gently massaged as it invaded her hot pussy.

Tony plastered his lips against Christina's, and she sucked on the tongue he offered. She felt every wonderful inch of his prick – particularly his cockhead – as he pounded his cockshaft into her cunt. Her head bounced uncomfortably against the marble wall of the building behind her, and her hip struck the unyielding surface painfully hard, driving right up her cunt, sliding over her clit with enough friction to bring tier to a wrenching orgasm.

It was time. That was all she needed. Just enough time to have Tony slide his cock into her cunt maybe twenty or thirty times, and she would come. She would come and come and come. Christina was ready for it, waiting with anticipation as she closed her eyes, concentrating on the sensations her clit was sending through her body.

But what she wanted and what she got were two entirely different things. Christina's dark hair glistened in the pale streetlight, and that, more than anything else, caught the policeman's attention. He and his partner were just cruising the Beacon Hill section of town, looking for rich old fools who had drunk too much and didn't have the sense to call a cab.

"See that?" the cop said to his young partner who drove the squad car.

"What?"

"Over there. In the doorway. Looked like hair. Long hair. Woman's hair, maybe." The policeman unsnapped the safety strap holding his magnum revolver in its holster. "Kill the lights. Might be a rape."

The patrolman punched the light switch and turned the car in the right direction, moving slowly up the street with the perfectly-tuned engine humming softly.

Christina was oblivious to anything but her cunt and the thrusting cock inside it. The cops were almost on top of her and Tony before she saw them and shrieked, pushing Tony away. But he struggled with her, unaware of the cops. He grabbed her ass to skewer his prick back into her hot, clasping pussy.

"Don't!" Christina gasped, hitting Tony with the side of her tiny fist. "Get away!"

"Freeze, buddy!" the cop shouted, dropping down to one knee behind the squad car, leveling his awesome revolver at Tony's chest. "Step away from the lady, and you won't get hurt."

Tony turned, his cock standing out from his body, dripping with cunt juice. He found himself staring down the working end of two police revolvers. He jerked his pants up and, as be was doing that, he was shoved against the wall by the patrolman who had been driving, while the other cop rubbed the side of his head with a long nightstick.

"Are you all right, lady?" the cop with the nightstick asked, assuming that this was a rape. "Everything's going to be just fine."

It took some fast talking on Tony's part, but he finally convinced the cops that he wasn't raping Christina. They were suspicious, though. On the ground near his feet were her torn panties. Even though Christina pleaded with them, saying she wanted to fuck Tony, they thought that she might be just too afraid to speak out against him. Finally Tony was allowed to leave.

"Why can't I leave, too?" Christina asked, now completely sober from the combination of fear and lust. She tried to think what Will would say if she were arrested on a charge of fornicating in public. Fucking in public. The thought was to say the least, sobering.

"I don't like your kind around here," the cop said, his eyes on Christina's tits, "Hookers and Beacon Hill just don't go together. We've got the Combat Zone for that sort of thing."

"Sir, I'm not a prostitute!"

"Sure, lady. Sure. And I'm not a cop."

The older cop's patience was wearing than, and his lust was rising. What if she really was just a horny stewardess, as she claimed to be? Damn it all, would he love to fuck her!

"So why don't you just turn around and put your hands behind your back?"

Christina protested more loudly than before, and then she was being pressed against the brick building, her hard nipples rubbing painfully against the rough surface as her arms were yanked behind her back. She felt the cold steel handcuffs being secured around her wrists, heard the clanking sound as the cuffs locked tight.

The policeman spun Christina around so she faced him and his partner.

"Say, you're one hot number," he said, his eyes running up and down Christina's body. "I never had a cunt quite like you in my life."

"What's going on?" Christina asked, now more annoyed than scared.

It had become fairly obvious that the cops had no intention of arresting her. It was pretty clear that both men had hard-ons that bulged their blue pants out. Christina's eyes caught everything all at once. Their guns. Their uniforms. Their growing pricks inside their pants. The steel handcuffs securely holding her hands behind her back. She was entirely defenseless. There wasn't a fucking thing she could do to stop the men, whatever their plans were. Vaguely, she wondered if they would want to fuck her virgin ass. The notion of it sent a cold shiver through her body.

"I think you know what's going on," the older cop said, calmly reaching out to grab Christina's tit and give it a little squeeze. "Nice tits. I wonder what they look like."

"We'd better get her in the car, Pete," the other patrolman said, standing behind his partner. "What if someone drives by?"

"Then we arrest them," Pete said over his shoulder. He touched the side of Christina's face lightly with his fingertips, "What's your name?"

"Christina."

"Well, Christina, why don't you get in the car. I'm sure you'll find cooperation much better than fighting. I always win. I always get what I want."