Teased and pleased

Without a word, I know what I’m expected to do. I give one last kiss to the cock head in my face, cleaning the last drops of spunk from the tip, and with some difficulty I rise to my feet.

“Thank you,” I whisper to the officer, before turning my attention to the older officer leaning against the police car. Self consciously, I make my way over to the car, feeling a cold chill in the air as it blows across my cum bathed tits, as well as my pussy drenched thighs. I stand in front of the officer for a moment, allowing him to inspect my nude form, before I start to drop to my knees.

“No” he abruptly orders. I stop my descent and look into his eyes. “Straighten up. I want you standing.” I stand straight, at attention. He stares into my eyes, then lowers his gaze to my breasts. He begins to circle me, examining my body. I follow him with my eyes, nervous. “Eyes forward, now!” he barks, and I snap my head forward. I can’t see him behind me, don’t know what he’s looking at or doing, can’t look into his eyes. For some reason, this makes me feel more **** than ever. I wish he’d just let me suck him off already. At least that I’ve already done- somehow that now seems less embarrassing and shameful, since it won’t be anything new for my spectators. But this, just standing, naked, in public, without being able to see what’s going on behind me- this was becoming unbearable.

It feels like forever until I finally hear his voice again. “Keep your knees locked and bend over.” My momentary hesitation brings a sharp swat to my rear, already sore from my previous discipline. I bend over without further delay. His hands caress my red bottom, and I feel his fingers brush through my pubic hair. I almost jump when his fingers pull my labia apart, and I wait for what’s next. It’s almost a relief when his fingers plunge into my wetness. I strain to hold still, needing to feel his hand move toward my clitoris, but instead he starts traveling in the opposite direction. A trail of my juices marks his path from my pussy to my anus, and I feel him tickle my puckered hole, scraping his nail over and around.

He encounters no resistance when he pushes a finger inside my most private orifice. A few thrusts, and then a second finger joins the first. The pain begins when he adds a third finger to the mix. I am whimpering, moaning and grunting by the time he forces all four of his fingers into my ass. But as quickly as I was invaded, I find my anus empty again.

He is standing in front of me again, and he presses my head between his hands. I am raised up until I am eye to eye with his penis. I try to absorb the beauty of his prick, not as thick as the first officers, but longer, smoother and more beautiful, before he presses his manhood against my mouth and slides it between my lips. I am bent uncomfortably, legs straight, ass and pussy pointing towards my crowd of horny observers, hands still cuffed behind my back. My back aches, but I try to concentrate on the throbbing phallus in my mouth. His hands guide my head up and down his length, as he slowly extracts my gratitude from my mouth. The tempo increases, and we work ourselves into a steady rhythm.

His hands gently pull my ass cheeks apart, sending a chill up my spine. No- wait- his hands are on my head. If these are his hands, then who is down there?!?

“Go ahead,” my officer indicates to the newcomer. I try to turn my head enough to see who it is, but the officer just grips my head more tightly and continues fucking my mouth.