The officers get a taste of Max

Max laid back on the table and panned her head around at the men surrounding her. Now she knew what the turkey must have felt like. They were like a pack of wolves ready to lay into their prey. They eyed her silky cream covered body with a primordial hunger so deep that she could almost hear their ravenous growls. It gave her a feeling of both dread and excitement.

Jessip’s invitation spurned them forward, hovering around her, threatening to strike at any second. Max twitched nervously as one would move in, then pull back again. They merely hovered for now, taunting her as if the sweat of her discomfort would add an extra flavor to their impending meal. Max squirmed a bit. Her body felt ****; coated in nothing but small fruits and the cool whipped cream that splattered impatiently down her sides and onto the table below. She became queasy knowing that all these men were watching her, but **** herself to look. Her eyes darted from each dinner guest; their ogles and lecherous stares sent tingles down her spine. Despite the cool feel of the cream against her skin, she felt a heat inside her body that flushed up to her face, hot from anticipation for the men to finally taste her. There was a growing wetness between her legs and Max couldn’t tell if it was from her or the dessert toppings. Someone else would be able to tell soon though, she thought. The anticipation was killing her! She noticed that everyone was taking quick glances at the captain. They were waiting on the leader of the pack to take first dibs.

Captain Reynolds savored the view of the girl sprawled across the table covered in whipping cream and assorted fruits. He grinned as he looked upon Max’s reddened cheeks and slightly frightened doe eyes. Max **** a smile and parted her legs more. The sooner they started, the sooner the tension would be over. “Why don’t you have a taste, captain?” She invited in the sultriest voice she could muster, hoping no one noticed the wavering cadence.

The silver maned leader of the group leaned forward and rested his arms on the corners of the table. His smile grew more vulpine as he replied, “Don’t mind if I do…” He leaned in and kissed Max’s inner left thigh and Max could feel the warmth of his mouth travel up her leg. She let out a soft gasp and lay back, letting the captain enjoy her body.

The others took this opportunity to move in as well. Carter and Jacobs flanked her like a well coordinated team. Each took an arm and began to clean off the puffy white cream that coated it with their tongues. Max shivered when Jacobs took her finger into his mouth and rolled his tongue around it. He flicked his tongue between her digits and then began to work on the next finger in line. Carter was up to her shoulder now and began to nuzzle, kiss and suck on her neck. It felt more like the two were seducing her rather than enjoying the sweets. Max moaned softly and couldn’t help but smile at the intimate attention.

Suddenly, there was a sensation on her right foot that made her whole leg tremble. Max glanced down to see Chen there, running the flat of his tongue along her sole. Even he had become enamored by her naked body, or, as she soon realized, enamored with her feet. He sucked on her toes and ran his fingers over the curvature of her dainty extremity. Max flexed out her toes instinctively, which seemed to delight the forensic examiner even more. Max mused that he may not be used to handling live bodies, before becoming distracted by a tickling of her left side.

Carter had moved his way to her rib cage, teasingly avoiding her more erogenous areas, but still getting a rise out of her with his tongue flickering her smooth golden skin. Another tickle between the legs had Max arching her back and gasping out loud. Reynolds had finished cleaning off her inner thighs and had now moved on to her delicate sex. Max clenched her fists and knuckled her toes as the elder man ran his tongue expertly over her labia and thoroughly brushed through, then around her clit. It felt like brush strokes, filling into her crevices. It took both Carter and Jacobs to hold her down when she bucked at Reynold’s masterful tongue work.

“Holy shit, Jessip, you found a real beast here!” Carter cried out in astonishment as he firmly pressed Max against the table. “She’s strong!”

Max’s combat instincts began to take over, to fight off the restraints! She clutched the partners by their collars, drawing them in for a double head butt. As she pulled them in close enough to see the whites of their widened eyes fill with shock and alarm, she caught herself just before their heads cracked against each other. Suddenly reminded of her situation, she pulled them in close and planted a hasty kiss on Jacobs, then turned her head and kissed Carter as well, hoping to hide her sudden **** with a gesture of lust instead. It seemed to work. Jacobs moved in for more of her lips and she obliged with a more passionate kiss, opening her mouth and slipping her tongue in his. She turned to kiss Carter again when her quim quivered, reminding her of the captain’s presence between her legs. He was a little too good at what he was doing and was pushing her further and further to the edge. Max steeled herself to the not unwelcome distraction, tightened her kegel muscles and continued to make out with the detective. She was tugging on his bottom lip with her teeth when she felt something new on her.

“Dammit, Connor, we were saving those!” Jacobs complained as Max took a peek to find Connor on the table, having already cleaned off her breasts of cream and fruit and was now sucking on her tit. She seethed as he bit down and gripped her nipple between his teeth. The jolt of pain turned into a frantic flurry when he pulled back while still gripping her tit so that her breast stretched out.

“Ah…” Max cried out, lifting her upper body to alleviate some of the strain.

Carter twisted Connor’s ear until the smaller man yelped and let go.

“Back off, Con-man! She’s a lady, not a steak!” Carter demanded.

Connor rubbed his ear but he grinned smugly. “She likes it. I can tell by the pitch of her scream,” he explained with self satisfaction. He nodded to Max’s breasts as further proof, “Just look how hard those nips are now!”

“Clearly that’s thanks to us, you weasel,” Jacobs replied. “You don’t know anything about treating a lady right.”

Carter nodded in agreement and added, “Not to mention the captain’s been giving her a pretty heavy mustache ride.” He smirked toward Reynolds who was standing up to see what the commotion was about. The old man self-consciously rubbed his upper lip to assure himself that he was properly clean shaven.

Max twitched and shivered out another moan, which made everyone turn their heads to the one man still paying attention to the naked girl’s body. Chen was oblivious to the group’s bickering and was fully entrenched in Max’s glistening toes. He ran his fingers between them as his tongue sucked on the big toe like it was a lollipop. His free hand massaged and caressed her calf.

“Gentlemen! Gentlemen! There’s no need to argue! The lady is here to please everyone!” Jessip chimed in, hoping to cool things down. Everyone looked at him, realizing that he’d been standing in the room the whole time.

After an awkward pause, Carter said, “That’s not the point.”

“Yeah, the real question is which one of us is pleasing the lady,” Jacobs said.

“I’m telling you, she likes it rough. I can see it in her eyes…” Conner noted. “She ain’t no delicate flower either, looking at how it took the both of yas to keep her pinned down.” Max shuddered slightly on the inside at Conner’s perceptiveness.

“Does everything really have to be a pissing contest between you guys?” Reynolds complained.

“Well, why don’t we ask the lady?” Jacobs suggested. Suddenly all eyes were on Max and she squirmed under the attention.

“Ah.. wha…?” she managed to get out as the braying stares that were once full of lust were now uncomfortably inquisitive. Jessip looked at her with a frightened despair. If she picked a favorite, that might turn the others off and ruin his efforts to get them all on his side. If she didn’t give an answer, everyone would continue to debate and the mood would be ruined. “You’re kind of putting me on the spot here…” she complained.

“How about you administer a test?”

Everyone turned again to Chen who had finally joined the conversation.

“What kind of test?” Conner asked.

Chen gently lowered Max’s foot to the dining table like a meticulous surgeon. Max adjusted her position, awkwardly aware of the ludicrousness of her situation, laying naked, half covered in whipping cream in front of a group of horny police officers. Her butt was stuck to the table from the sweat and sticky dessert. It made a wet smack when she pulled her skin off and replanted her ass. She hoped no one else noticed.

Chen continued on, undisturbed by the girl’s fidgeting, “Sexual arousal can be measured by electrical impulses in the brain; in particular in the amygdala, as well as the increase in levels of estrogen and dopamine.” He explained while cleaning her hands off with a napkin. “We can simply monitor these impulses and her chemical composition to see which one of you creates the most activity in her pleasure center. More specifically the the more brainwave activity and higher dopamine levels; the more responsive she is to whomever is attending to her.”

“Sounds fair enough,” Jacobs said, musing over the suggestion. “You got something to measure that sort of stuff with you?”

“The lab has the equipment,” Chen replied as he adjusted his glasses, “but it would be against protocol to use police equipment in that way.” He took at quick glance over to Captain Reynolds.

Reynolds looked back at Chen coldly, knowing full well that consenting to such a thing would incriminate himself in the activity. He then turned to Max, laidback on her elbows, splattered in mostly eaten cream, one leg up, the other down with her engorged, soft, pink mound hovering in between. The thought of being the one to best please such a beauty and to be able to lord that fact over his underlings was too enticing to pass up. The old man smiled confidently at his own masculinity, then nodded to Chen, “I’m sure we can work something out that wouldn’t raise any eyebrows from the oversight committee…”

“So, who goes first in this little contest?” Conners asked, already working on his belt.

“Hold up,” Carter said, “Don’t you think we should be asking the lady if it’s alright with her first?”

Again their eyes drew over to Max. She self consciously folded her knees up to her chin and hugged them close, then looked over to Jessip who gazed back with desperation. She sighed, and thought it over. There was no way around it, she was getting fucked tonight. If she went along with this game, she’d at least be able to take them one at a time, but what was Chen going to use to measure her brainwaves? Would it be able to read more than just that? She almost gave herself away by knocking out the two detectives, she didn’t want to have to explain her superhuman abilities to the people in the room, or worse yet, knock them all out and escape… that wouldn’t help her cause at all. Jessip would just give away Logan to them and the whole evening would be for naught. They would also have to get the equipment too, which meant taking even more time. Max wanted to get this over with, as it had already drawn out longer than she had expected. Maybe she should just go down on everyone, and satisfy them enough to forget about their dick measuring contest altogether.