Yes

As if in a dream, Hammer found himself sitting down on the old kitchen chair, untying his boots as the gurgling sounds of the bound woman sucking off the other man filled the room. If not for the intimate sexual act the other two were openly performing in front of him, Hammer would have felt embarrassed when he pulled off his boxer shorts to reveal a raging hard-on.

"Here you go, Lieutenant," Wallace announced as he stepped away from the tied-up woman sitting on the floor. "She's all yours."

Hammer still felt a bit hesitant, after all, he had not even spoken to the woman. However, when in Rome . . .

A wide smile from Linda greeted him when he took Wallace's place in front of her. She looked away from his face to stare at his cock, which was pointed directly at her. Her smile got even broader, as if in approval, and she leaned her head forward while opening her mouth wide. Very wide. For Hammer was both longer and wider than Wallace. Linda took a deep breath and plunged in.

At first, Hammer just stood there, basically letting Linda proceed on her own. But as the slender brunette sucked and licked, her lips clinging tightly to his shaft, he grabbed her head. Cradling it. Caressing it. His hands following her rhythm as she labored to get him off. She was good, damn good. Saliva dribbled from the corners of her mouth as she noisily gobbled his cock.

Just as he started to rotate his hips, really getting into the lewd act this woman he had just met was performing, he felt a tap on his shoulder. It was Wallace. Jerking his head back to signal Hammer to step away. The Lieutenant did. After all, it was the Chief's show.

As the 'exchange' was in progress, Linda swallowed several times and took a series of deep breaths. Then Wallace was gripping her head and she had his cock back in her mouth. Not content with the rapid motions of his bound partner, Wallace began jerking her head back and forth even faster.

"Qwauck . . . Awuck . . . Qwak," Linda made loud gagging, blubbering sounds as her face was used like a 'flesh light' or some other toy Wallace had purchased at the adult bookstore that he frequented. But she did not try to pull away or to resist. She lived for the chance to have her abilities challenged. To see how far her limits could be pushed.

After about five minutes of that intense facial ****, Wallace suddenly withdrew without warning and made a gesture for Hammer to take over. As before, Linda seized the opportunity to try to catch her breath. She was only able to take in a few lungfuls of air before she once more had a cock shoved into her mouth.

Following Wallace's lead, Hammer gripped Linda's head and worked it back and forth, forcing her to gulp down his cock. To slob his knob with all the vigor she could muster. Her eyes were watering, causing her mascara to smear down her face. Denied the use of her hands, all she could do with them was to clasp her shins as she was compelled to snatch her head back and forth.

After the same short interval as before, Hammer felt a tap on his shoulder and he 'fell back', allowing Wallace to take his place.

"Spread 'em," Wallace ordered Linda as he stepped up to her. In the midst of the energetic blowjob/face-fucking, her legs had drifted together. Naturally, she obeyed, snapping her legs wide apart, totally exposing herself to the other man as the one standing in front of her violated her mouth.

Often the movements were so forceful that Linda was rocked backward, her feet leaving the floor only to stomp back down again. The tight grip on her head prevented her from tipping over.

"When it comes to getting a blowjob," Wallace called back over his shoulder but without turning his head, "Forget those young dames." He was having to speak somewhat loudly to be heard over the slurping sounds that Linda was making. "They don't have the stamina of a mature bitch. They can't keep going like someone with twenty years of cock-sucking experience. Right, Linda?"

Once more he moved away from her, allowing her to gasp for breath while trying to answer the question, "Y-yes, Sir, A-Abe."

It was then time for her to accept the newcomer's cock once more, welcoming it back into the wet warmth of her mouth. Her head continuously bobbing back and forth.

That went on for a good hour, the men switching up every five minutes or so. One man ravaging her mouth while the other watched. The front of her dress was wet with spit and her makeup was totally ruined. Finally, during his 'turn', Wallace made eye contact with Linda and asked, "Ready for your reward, bitch?"

Her eyes went wide and she tried nodding her head while it was jerked to-and-fro. She knew exactly what he meant. Almost immediately Wallace groaned a deep, guttural cry of release as he exploded inside her mouth. Filling it with his cum. His buttocks clenching while he made short, quick thrusts. Hastily she swallowed, trying to keep up with the torrent. Drinking down all the salty goo he was firing off even as another blast caused her cheeks to bulge out.

When Wallace was at last done ejaculating, he stepped back and Linda swallowed a couple of more times as her chest heaved from shortness of breath. Her open mouth sucked in air but it was quickly filled by Hammer's needful cock. He had been ready to unload for the longest time, and had been having to struggle to hold back. Almost as soon as the bound woman in the blue dress locked her lips around his shaft, he was gripping a double handful of her long, brown hair and spewing out his sperm. Plastering the roof of her mouth, the back of her throat. Linda looked up at him, her wide eyes **** as she strained to keep up.

After his orgasm had subsided, Hammer had difficulty maintaining his balance. He felt like he had not just emptied his balls into Linda's accommodating mouth, but had poured out his very essence.

"She's good, isn't she?" Wallace asked with an air of pride. He walked over to the breathless woman and stroked the top of her head, finding her hair to be damp from sweat. Linda tilted back her head, smiling up weakly at him, before she was again left alone as the two men got dressed.

"Just one more thing needs to be done," Wallace announced as he zipped up his pants. Picking up the briefcase and placing it on the seat of the kitchen chair, he flipped the latches on each end and opened it.