Seattle's Finest

[Co-written by X4-184]

Cindy's warm, slick pussy suddenly halted its ride on Vincent's large cock. Vincent stopped thrusting too. The pair had heard the same words spoken by the lithe beauty straddling Vincent's chest and kissing Cindy. Max had proclaimed she wanted to be fucked for real, and both were eager to oblige.

"Oh, I'll show you how a woman can fuck," said Cindy, sliding off Vincent's cock with a lewd wet sound and practically tackling Max onto the bed. Max cried out with amusement, allowing herself to be molested by Cindy's eager hands. Cindy's fingers pressed to the hot seam of Max's cunt and Cindy gasped, "Give me that pussy, Boo. I’m not going to be your ****, you’re going to be mine!"

That was the condition if Cindy made her cum, and while Vincent had been tasked with returning the favour, his attention, too, remained firmly on Max. He rolled out from under the two wrestling beauties. He was bigger and stronger than Cindy, and pulled her aside by the ankles. He grabbed Max, kissing her hip and moving atop her. Max looked up at him with a doe-like innocence, her honey brown eyes heavy with lust as she parted her thighs and stroked her silky cunt. Vincent shifted between her toned thighs and lined up his cock to thrust into her delicate opening. Before he could fuck Max for real, Cindy thrust her hand between them, blocking his cock and stroking Max’s eager clit.

“Ahhhhhh,” moaned Max.

"Out of the way!" Vincent growled, struggling to dislodge Cindy’s hand and open the way for him to give Max the cock she clearly craved.

"Oh, look at her moaning! She prefers a woman’s touch," laughed Cindy. "Your cock will never compare to what I've got planned!"

Max watched the muscular man and the mocha-skinned beauty fighting for the chance to be the first to pleasure her. She slipped her legs out of their reach and rolled off the bed. A quick dip of her hand into the crate substituting as a nightstand nearby and she retrieved a pair of Seattle P.D issue handcuffs. Cindy and Vincent were still fighting on the bed, their struggle at once intense and erotic.

"Ahem," said Max, loudly jangling the handcuffs. “When you've quite finished!”

The playful grappling between Vincent and Cindy slowly abated. Cindy crawled eagerly towards Max. Vincent was slower to react but rose much the same. Max noticed that he hadn't lost his erection during the struggle. If anything, it looked even bigger and harder than before.

"Why the bracelets?” Cindy asked, stretching out on the bed; clearly comfortable in her naked state.

“Who wants to put these on?” Max asked, swinging them back and forth on a single finger.

“Not me,” said Cindy. “Original Cindy ain’t wearing no cuffs.”

“Yeah, I can’t say I’m keen either,” said Vincent, glancing at Cindy with a flash of camaraderie.

Max rolled her eyes and shook the handcuffs again. “Who wants to put them on me,” she clarified.

Truth be told, Max had no difficulty slipping cuffs, as the cop this pair had belonged to would likely attest. Still, she enjoyed the occasional masquerade of helplessness, and suspected her partners in crime would too.

Cindy, still sprawled across Vincent and most of the bed, was first to her feet. With a look of excitement on her face, she snatched the cuffs dangling from Max’s finger before Vincent could even stand up. He groaned with disappointment as Cindy raised the cuffs above her head triumphantly.

“Behind my back,” said Max, turning around and pressing her wrists together behind her. “Tight.”

Cindy took a moment to appreciate Max’s supple golden skin and the perfect gymnast tightness of her musculature. Max cleared her throat and Cindy fastened the cuffs on Max’s wrists, tightening them to the last possible ratchet before turning her around.

“Got you now,” murmured Cindy, looking into Max’s big, golden brown eyes. Cindy kissed her passionately, parting her lips and thrusting her eager tongue into Max’s mouth. Max moaned in reply, her wrists pulling at the handcuffs and causing them to clink.

Sensing his opportunity, Vincent stood from the bed and moved behind Max. As Max and Cindy kissed loudly and moaned against each other, Vincent stroked Max’s shoulders and bound arms. He leaned his body against hers so that she could feel his bulling hardness and he kissed her shoulders and the back of her neck. Both he and Cindy seemed to set aside the wager, to instead admire the beauty ensnared between them. Cindy’s fingers teased Max’s sensitive nipples and she pressed a thigh against the hot softness of Max’s pussy, eliciting a gasp of pleasure into their passionate kiss.

Cindy’s plucking fingers and rubbing thigh caused Max to moan and push back against Vincent. Her fingers collided with his hardness, upright and rubbing along the seam of her ass. She wrapped her fingers and he let out a groan, realising her intent. Meanwhile, Cindy continued to kiss Max and tease her nipples with the fingers of one hand, while moving her other hand lower, along the taut lines of Max’s abdomen to the slick folds of her pussy.

“Oh, yessss,” Max hissed against Cindy’s kiss, giving Vincent’s cock a squeeze in the same moment.

Cindy broke the kiss to move her lips lower. She dipped her face to Max’s perky mounds and began to lick their hard tan nipples. Her fingers also found the tiny bud of Max’s clit and proceeded to skilfully stroke that most sensitive of spots. Max cried out with pleasure, writhing and pressing back against Vincent and stroking his cock with greater vigour. Vincent groaned, thrusting through Max’s fervent grip.

Not to be outdone, he reached a hand around Max’s rolling hip and found Cindy’s hand strumming her clit. Vincent teased two fingers against the slick folds of Max’s hot velvet and then, with a grunt, thrust his digits deep into the hot clutching walls of her pussy. She cried out again, massaging his tightening balls with one hand and stroking his cock with the other.

Vincent could barely believe it, but she was so adept, even with her hands cuffed, that he was already struggling to hold back. He watched her pumping her fingers on his cock, smearing his precum on her inner arms and back. “Easy…” he muttered to himself.

Max writhed and bucked and twisted in the double embrace, but made no attempt to escape her bonds. She felt her pleasure building with each pump of Vincent’s fingers and each deft diddle of Cindy’s digits.

“Yessss,” she cried, a sudden stab of pleasure from her left nipple as Cindy sucked it hard. Vincent kissed her shoulder and Max turned her head just enough to meet his lips. They kissed awkwardly but intimately. He thrust through her hands, riding his cock into her grasp and fucking her fluttering cunt forcefully with two fingers. Cindy’s talented rubbing was just as relentless, and it wasn’t long before the pair were driving Max to the absolute limits of her pleasure. She moaned against Vincent’s lips, “Oh god, you’re going to make me cum. Both of you!”

“You want to cum?” Vincent asked, thrusting harder through Max’s hands.

“I’ll make you cum, baby girl,” promised Cindy, turning her attention to Max’s other nipple.

“No, not like this,” gasped Max. “Fuck me. I want… I want…”