Don Scott: The doctor_s horny wife

Christina looked into the policeman's eyes. She believed every word he said. There was something special about him – something that she couldn't quite name – that told her he could and did get whatever he wanted. He struck her as a man who was capable of many things… perhaps anything. With a shrug of resignation, knowing that she was going to get fucked by him, maybe by his buddy too, she got in the squad car. She didn't much care. Hell, she wanted to come, and Christina wasn't particularly interested in whose cock it was that drove her mad with desire.

Pete got in the back seat with Christina, and the squad car cruised down the street.

"Find someplace nice and deserted," he said, then turned to Christina. He put one arm around her shoulders and the other on her tit. "Okay, baby, let's find out how sweet those lips of yours really taste."

Christina let Pete kiss her. What choice did she have? But she wasn't in the least bit aroused by it. Something about having her hands cuffed behind her back took the eroticism out of kissing. And when the cop tried to slip his tongue between her full lips into her mouth, she resisted him.

"So, you don't like it easy, eh? There are other ways of opening your mouth."

Pete slipped to the other side of the squad car and jerked his cock out of his pants. He looked at Christina then, his eyes holding an evil glint in them.

"Come on, baby! I want some head."

"No, please, I'm sorry for what I was doing in the street. Just take these cuffs off and I'll…"

Christina was going to tell Pete that she would gladly do whatever he asked if only he'd take the cuffs off, but she never got the chance. The sergeant grabbed her by the hair and jerked her face over to his hard prick. Then he put his hands on the back of her head and pushed down. Christina opened, her mouth wide and his fat cockhead slithered between her lips, slamming against the back of her mouth before plugging her throat.

"Arrrgghhhh!" Pete groaned, feeling the hot, moist mouth completely envelop his cock. He held Christina's head down, keeping his cockhead deep in her throat with her teeth gnawing lightly on the root of his prickshaft.

Christina pulled up as soon as he let her. If he had held her down much longer, she would have passed out from lack of oxygen. But then she was bobbing comfortably on his cockpole, pulling up to graze his cock knob with her teeth before sinking down, taking his cock deep in her mouth. Pete reached around.

Christina's body and began untucking her blouse. Once that was accomplished, he unbuttoned it and unfastened her bra, baring her incredible tits.

"You'd better find someplace quick," he told the other patrolman. "This little lady does wonders with a cock in her mouth."

The poor patrolman, whose cock was hard and aching in the tight confines of his pants, was driving as fast as he dared, headed for the warehouse district of Boston. There wouldn't be anyone to see them there, and if they should find someone, they could chase him away. It would be simple and safe. A nice place to fuck the hell out of a gorgeous captive.

Christina was twisted on her side in the back seat with her left shoulder against the cop's hip. She bobbed her face with increasing speed over his hard cock. Her tongue worked feverishly on the shaft of his prick, rolling his cockmeat around in her mouth, sending cold and hot shivers through Pete's body. Her lipstick had been smeared off on Tony's cock long ago, but her lips still showed red against the pale color of the horny cop's cock.

Christina felt the car come to a stop. Now she would have two of them to handle. Did that mean she would come twice as hard? She wondered what had happened to her complacent life. In one day she had not only discovered the joys and frustrations of cheating on Will, but she would have done it with four different men.

Fuck it! Christina thought. I wanted cock and, damn it, that's exactly what I'm getting!

The patrolman opened the back door, and Christina's slender, tapered legs emerged. He grabbed one ankle and raised it, spreading Christina's legs. There, at the juncture of her thighs, he found her dark-haired cunt with the swollen pink cuntlips. His eyes devoured her pussy. The dark nylons stopped at the tops of her thighs, and then there was her pussy. He couldn't imagine anything looking more scrumptious.

Christina twisted a little more in the seat, giving the patrolman more room. She fought a little against the handcuffs, wishing they weren't biting into her soft skin quite so much, then decided that fighting wouldn't do her a damn bit of good, so why do it? She was almost on her back now and sucking cock was difficult. As she bobbed her head down, Pete's cockhead slipped between her teeth and cheek, causing the side of her face to swell out massively. Pete saw her cock-filled mouth and enjoyed the sight. Such a beautiful woman with her face all distorted from his heavy, lust hardened cock. Nothing could be better!

The patrolman got on his knees on the gritty, tarred parking lot and pushed Christina's skirt up higher. Then, looking up her body to see her tits, huge and firm, he began kissing his way up her legs. The softness of the silk nylons felt wonderful on his lips, and as he slowly moved closer and closer to his target – Christina's tasty cunt – he began catching the strange yet familiar scent of pussy juice. As he kissed her thigh, leaning into the car more, he unzipped his pants and brought his prick out to gently stroke his cockshaft while he ate cunt.

Christina was sucking harder on Pete's cockhead now. She could feel the other cop's lips edging ever closer to her cunt, and the anticipation of his tongue finally digging into her sweet pussy spurred her on. Her tits tingled as Pete rolled her nipples between his fingers. She wanted to stroke the fat prick in her mouth, and wished once again that she didn't have the damn handcuffs on. They were so unnecessary!

When the patrolman's tongue finally connected with her pussy, it shocked Christina. She jerked involuntarily, then began writhing in the back seat of the squad car. Lashing out with her tongue to whip Pete's throbbing cockhead in the most erotic way. Christina, her silky hair spilling onto Pete's lap, let his cock pop out of her mouth, and she licked his prickshaft, curling her tongue around his cockmeat as far as she could, whimpering softly as her cunt juices were being greedily lapped up by the patrolman.

"Ohhhh! Eat me! Eat my cunt, you bastard!"

"Call me a bastard? Why you bitch!" the patrolman hissed in mock fury. And then he was eating her pussy more urgently than ever, shoving his tongue deep inside her cunt, pulling up, and dragging his tongue through her pussyslit until he reached her tilt.

He caught the red bud between his lips and nibbled softly, knowing he was driving Christina wild with lust when he felt her squirm. She squeezed her legs together, trapping the patrolman's head between her thighs, and he groaned and pushed her legs apart again. Nothing was going to stop him from eating Christina's cunt mull she begged him to fuck her.

Pete twisted Christina's head so that she could take his cock into her mouth again, and she squealed in protest. He didn't give a flying fuck whether she protested or not. Getting his aching cock back into the wet warmth of her mouth was all he was concerned about. True to his word, he always, got what he wanted. Always. No exceptions. Always.

She felt a slight pain in her neck, for he had twisted her head so far that her chin nearly touched her shoulder. But Christina was happy to have his pulsing cockhead between her lips. She chewed on his cockmeat, rubbing her tongue against his huge prickhead, trying to worm her tongue into the tiny slit at the cock's tip. She salivated heavily, and spit welled up at the corners of her mouth before trickling slowly down the shaft of his wet prick mingling into the blue cloth of Pete's pants.