Placating the Police

Elizabeth was walking near Prince Street a couple of days later, when an unmarked car pulled up beside her. Two heavyset Latino men were looking at her.

"How much for a blow?" the driver asked.

"You're not really my choice clientele," Elizabeth said hesitantly. The passenger frowned, taking out a card and writing a place and time on the back of it.

***

They were cops, as Elizabeth had suspected. So she did what she'd been told to do, with the driver's cock buried in her throat, and the passenger's cock buried in her warm, wet pussy.

They were in a park, on the cold grass, Elizabeth's holes being the only thing warm around. The driver was 5'7 and 220, a balding Mexican named Vega. His partner was 6'3 and 280, a hairy Puerto Rican named Vasquez. Vega has a respectable seven incher. Vasquez had a cock worth of being a BBC, 8.5 inches and thick. The two men were supposed to be gleaning information for their investigation, but frigid nights and frigid wives led to moments like this. Vega was fucking Elizabeth's throat roughly, his brown cock disappearing completely down her throat, his balls slapping her chin noisily.

Vasquez meanwhile, was hammering away at the beauty queen's pussy, his heavy sac pounding her clit roughly. Her eyes rolled back, grunting obscenely on Vega's cock, buried in her throat. Vega came first, filling her belly with his thick seed, and Vasquez pulled her, jerking his fat prick until he came all over Elizabeth's pert ass. The two Latino males stood there panting, the cum covered bitch between them collapsed on the frozen turf.

"Thanks for your service," Vega said lamely. "We'll be back later to interview you, probably when we ... need to." And then they left her in the cold, to compose herself and get back to work, a half-mile away in high heels.