by Madison Faye
He looked down at my face and grinned. “I think it’s time I got a taste of that tight ass now.”
I froze, my eyes going wide as I swallowed thickly.
My ass?
He stood and got out of the backseat, coming around behind me to where his partner was still sliding in and out of my pussy with deep, even strokes. Suddenly, Blake pulled out of me, leaving me feeling empty and wanting for more. They pulled me up, and Blake sat back down on the edge of the backseat before pulling my body back into his lap.
My legs slipped around his thighs, and as he pulled me down to him, I could feel his fingers sliding my soaked panties to the side and positioning his enormous dick at the tight entrance to my pussy. I groaned and strained against my cuffs as his strong hands pulled me down onto him, stretching me open and stuffing me full of his huge shaft.
Hands pulled my bikini top away, and his lips found my pink, aching nipples. He took one into his mouth, teasing me with his tongue and making my breath catch in my throat as the shivers teased through me.
Suddenly, I gasped as I felt something wet and hot slip across my ass. I moaned at the new and naughty feeling, and spun my head around to see Dustin kneeling behind me, realizing it was his tongue that was teasing my forbidden entrance! I groaned deeply, feeling Blake’s cock throb deep in my pussy as his partner rimmed my asshole with his tongue, teasing the tight little ring with the tip.
I could feel my pulse roaring like a jet engine, my breath coming in haggard gasps as my body started to tense up. But then Dustin was standing, and I suddenly moaned as I felt the fat, pulsing head of his cock ease against my ass.
Oh my God!
“Now you’re going to take both of us, baby,” Dustin growled in my ear.
His cock slipped down over my ass, his fat head sliding against my tight hole, right above where Blake was plunging in and out of my pussy. He slowed his thrusting as Dustin crouched down behind me, ready to fill my ass with his big, thick, gorgeous cock.
I’d only barely done anything back there before. Never with Tim, but an old boyfriend in high school had managed to get his head in there before I’d made him take it back out. Needless to say, Dustin’s beautiful, thick cock was far bigger than that guy had been.
I also knew there’d be no stopping him once he started. There’d be no denying him once he started to drive his cock deep inside of me, claiming my ass as his.
I could feel the hot, pulsing head of his cock press against my tight ring. Slowly, he pushed forward, adding more and more pressure as he eased the slippery head against my tight little ass. I could feel the crazy amount of pressure back there, just pressing right down on my ass as I tried to relax and tried to let him in.
And then, with a soft pop, his head slipped in, and I grunted deeply and loudly.
Both policemen were inside me now, and for the first time in my life, I felt totally and completely full. My whole body shuddered with the immense pleasure and the incredible feeling. I was absolutely stuffed with two big cocks, and loving every fucking second of it.
Dustin groaned and eased in, his cock driving deeper and deeper as he crammed it right up my ass. And then, I could feel him right up against me, and knew that he was in me entirely.
The two of them began to fuck me then, slowly at first, building up as they proceeded to pound my tight little pussy and my basically virgin ass into submission. Hands held my body firmly, mouths found my nipples, my neck, my shoulders, and my lips. I moaned into Blake’s kiss, both my hands still cuffed behind my back as the two huge men fucked me hard with deep, powerful thrusts.
They started to alternate then — Blake sliding out while Dustin went balls-deep into my ass, and then switching it up as Dustin pulled out to let Blake fill me with every inch. I could feel two sets of hands on my ass, my skirt around my waist and my stretched, soaked panties almost torn completely from my body. I could feel Dustin’s lips and teeth at my neck, nipping me there as one of his hands pulled hard on the handcuffs, pulling me upright as he plunged his cock into my ass.
I could hear them grunting together, moaning as they fucked me at the same time. However crazy this was — however beyond spontaneous, and dangerous, and insane it was, I’d stopped caring. This was spinning wildly into total insanity, and I fucking loved it. I loved getting taken and fucked hard by these two hung cops at the same time — loved that I was their little whimpering, submissive plaything. I could feel my whole body racing towards that cliff edge, knowing that I was going to go tumbling over in an explosive climax at any moment.
And then, I felt Dustin plunge in deep, and with a shout, he began to come. I moaned wildly as the hot spurts of his cum pumped into my tight little ass, filling me up with his hot load. Blake wasn't far behind, and suddenly he was fucking up into me like a madman as his own cock started to twitch and throb deep in my pussy as he filled me with cum.
And that's when I came — harder than I had ever come in my entire life.
It was like a truck hitting me and sending my whole brain into orbit. Between the two big studs fucking me harder, and more dominantly than I’d ever been before, and both of them filling me with their cum as they sandwiched my body tightly between them, I came like a rocket. My whole body seized up as I strained hard against the handcuffs, screaming into Blake’s shoulder as my orgasm dragged me over.
The two cops continued to slowly fuck me, their hot, sticky cum leaking and dribbling out around our joining as my pussy and ass clenched at them. Slowly, Dustin pulled free of me, making me whimper as I felt his hand move to cup my ass, stroking me lightly with his finger. Blake helped me off of his lap, pulling me into the back seat with him and letting me lie back on it. I draped my head into his lap as Dustin climbed in after us, pulling my trembling legs into his lap.
I panted, collapsing into both of them as I felt my body tingle and shudder and shiver in the aftershocks of what’d just happened.
And what had just happened? My mind was whirling at — bar-none — the best sexual experience I’d ever had, and I could feel this warm, glow spreading over me as they stroked my skin with their powerful hands.
Before, I’d felt like their willing, submissive slut — their dirty girl moaning and begging for their cocks.
Now, I felt like their prized possession, both of them holding me like that and stroking my skin.
I felt protected.
"Well, what do you think, man? Should we still take her down to the station?" Dustin grinned at me as he reached behind me and unlocked my cuffs. I groaned as the feeling swept back into my hands, but he and his partner quickly each took one and rubbed, sending the blood-flow back into my fingers.
Blake chuckled as he reached down to stroke my hair, tucking it behind one ear. “Would that mean we have to share her with the rest of the force?"
My eyes went wide, and he grinned. “I’m just kidding, Samantha.”
For a second, I was almost torn out of the fantasy of these two being strangers at the sound of my name. But then, I did remember that they’d checked my license at the road-stop earlier.
Just then, the front door to the house opened, stirring all three of us. I whipped my head around and squinted to see Tim walking out and down the driveway towards my beat up old car that he’d driven here. Quickly I ducked down as he got into my car, seemingly without even seeing me, and drove off.
The two guys were grim-faced and scowling as I sat back up.
“You don’t deserve that shit, you know,” Dustin growled, his eyes lancing into mine and holding them.
“It’s…” I trailed off. It was what, true? Was I that amazed that this cocky, gorgeous stranger pretty much hit the nail on the head with my relationship?
“It’s complicated,” I said quietly.
“It’s not, Samantha.” Blake’s hand dropped to my knee, and I turned my head to him. “You’re fucking incredible, and that guy?” His eyes narrowed. “That guy is the biggest fucking idiot in the world.”
I smiled
as I felt both of them pull close to me, arms holding me. “Thanks, guys.” I sighed. “Yeah, I guess he is an asshole, huh?”
“Seriously, fuck Tim,” Dustin spat out.
I laughed, and then I froze.
A lump formed in my throat as I slowly turned to him. “What did you just say?”
His eyes darted past me to his partner, and his face went grim. “Nothing, forget it.”
“How the hell do you know his name?”
Dustin frowned, his mouth shut, and when I glanced back at Blake, he was doing the same.
“No, answer me!” A cold shiver creeped through me as I reached for my bikini top, quickly tying it back on as I yanked my skirt up my legs.
“Samantha, hang on—”
“Please answer the question,” I said quietly,
Blake sighed slowly. “We know Tim’s name because we’ve been watching him.” His face hardened as he met my eyes unflinchingly. “We’ve been watching both of you, actually.”
The world started to spin.
“It’s an ongoing investigation, Samantha,” Dustin growled. “We’re not just highway cops pulling over gorgeous girls—”
“No, stop,” I hissed, my anger rising to the surface as what they’d said slowly sunk in.
I shivered as I jumped over Blake’s lap and out of the car.
“Samantha, hang on!”
They both followed me out, pulling pants on and buttoning uniformed shirts over chiseled bodies — bodies that had just been so close to me.
“What the fuck is going on?!” I almost screamed, backing away from them and shaking my head.
“We’re investigative detectives working in conjunction with the FBI.” Blake took a step towards me, but I backed away further, recoiling at what they were saying.
“Tim’s a bad dude, Sam,” Dustin said quietly, his eyes blazing. “I mean beyond being a prick to you, he’s in bed with some real bad people—”
“You’ve been watching me?”
The two men froze, jaws tightening.
“Answer me!” I screamed.
“Yes.”
Dustin’s words cut through the silence between us.
“Yeah, we’ve been watching you.”
“When?”
They both frowned, fists clenching at their sides.
“When?”
“All the time, Sam,” Blake said icily. “We’ve been watching you all the damn time.”
My head spun, and I whirled, gasping for air, feeling like everything was closing in on me. I whirled back to them, rage clouding my face. “So you knew who I was when you pulled me over? You knew who I was when we just…when you—”
The words caught in my throat.
“Yes,” Dustin growled, stepping towards me. “Yes, we knew who you were.
My look hardened at the both of them. I slowly shook my head, feeling the betrayal sliding into my skin. Ten minutes before, I’d felt like their sinfully dirty plaything. Ten minutes before, I’d felt like I’d let go and lived in that one crazy moment with these two gorgeous, dominant strangers.
Now I just felt used.
The rage exploded through me as I screamed, stalking right past them to the convertible and sliding into the front seat.
“Samantha, hang on!” Both of them were at the door, hands on the window as I slammed it shut. I ignored them, my face red as I cranked on the engine.
“Samantha, please just—”
“You used me,” I hissed, finally turning to them.
“No,” Blake said firmly, his eyes ice on mine. “No, using would mean we didn’t care, and—”
I barked out a joyless laugh. “Oh, please, you care about me? You expect me to believe that you care about someone just because you’ve been surveilling her shithead of a fiancé?”
“Yes,” Dustin growled, his hand tightening on the door to the car. “If that someone is you, you’re goddamn right we care.”
“We couldn’t tell you, obviously,” Blake said quietly, shaking his head. “We fuckin’ hated staying in the shadows and not being able to talk to you, or touch you, or tell you how you made us feel. We wanted to tell you so fuckin’ bad it hurt, angel,” he husked out. “But we couldn’t.”
“Oh, but you could fuck me?”
The men went silent, their faces grim.
I hissed and shook my head. “I have to go. I guess you’ll be seeing me later, whether I want it or not?”
“You can’t go back to that house, Sam.”
Dustin’s voice was edged in steel, his jaw tight.
“You can’t go back there to him.”
I barked out another laugh. “Oh, I suppose I should just stay here with you? Because you both just care so much about me?”
“Goddammit, Samantha,” Blake’s fist slammed against the door. “Just listen to what we’re—”
“Thanks for today,” I cut him off bitterly, swallowing the heat and the tears from my face. “Hope I was able to help your case along.”
“Just stay, and let us explain this to you,” Dustin reached for my hand, but I jerked it away as I shifted the car into drive.
His eyes narrowed at me. “There’s so fuckin’ much we want to tell you, Sam.” His voice was strained, and even though I could tell they meant what they were saying, I just had to get out of there.
“Save it,” I said quietly. “Go write a damn report about it instead.”
The engine roared as I floored the pedal, and the two of them jumped back as I tore out of the cul-de-sac.
I made damn sure I didn’t cry until they were fading into my rearview mirror.
Chapter 10
Blake
The car door slammed shut with a sharp metallic click, and the squad car went dead quiet.
“Fuck, man,” Dustin finally whispered under his breath.
I groaned, sliding my fingers through my hair as I slumped again the wheel.
Fuck was right. That could have gone better. Shit, that could have gone a whole lot better. We could have eased into the history there. We could have taken it slow and figured out a way to tell her that we’d been watching her for the last month, and slowly goddamn falling for her.
Instead, it’d just slipped out.
I guess part of it was that we’d been unable to keep something like that from her — us not being able to lie to her.
Or hurt her.
And the whole thing had come crashing down, and that look on her face said I was wrong.
We were able to hurt her, ‘cause we had, even if we hadn’t meant to.
I groaned, taking a big breath of air in the silence of the car. What’d just happened — being with her like that — well, shit.
I shook my head.
It’d been perfect.
It’d been three people coming together and just fucking connecting. Dustin and I had been with girls together before. We’d shared plenty, and while there’d been some that really stood out, I knew one thing after that one time with Samantha.
None of them held a fucking candle to her.
She’d been everything, and perfect. Sweet, beautiful, innocent — and yet raw and filthy and dirty once she’d had that trigger of hers pulled. She’d instantly fit right into the dynamic, instantly and willingly being the submissive to our dominance.
Our perfect, willing little submissive angel.
My cock throbbed at the replay, at the way she’d dropped to her knees. The way her eyes had gone wide as I’d slipped every inch inside of her. The way she’d gone ballistic, coming like a woman possessed as we filled her up like that.
Coming together with her had been heaven.
And now our angel was gone.
I turned to Dustin, only to see him shaking his head, the same as me.
“We went to soon.”
He nodded. “We shouldn’t have done that.”
“Could we have stopped it?”
He gritted his teeth and shook his head. “Hell no. She felt it too, man,” he swore. “I know
she did.”
He was right. Yes, she might not’ve spent the last month watching us the way we’d been watching her every move, but the connection from her end had been instant, and we’d both felt it.
She’d felt that connection with us the second we’d pulled her over, and tonight? Well, tonight she sealed the deal.
“I gotta have her again, man,” Dustin growled under his breath. “I can’t let her go like this. I can’t let her go back to him, or any of the shit he’s going to bring down on her.”
“You know what happened tonight could mean our jobs.”
“Do you give a fuck?”
My answer was instant. “Nope.”
“Me neither. It’s like she’s a… I don’t know, man.”
“An addiction,” I said quietly.
He turned slowly, nodding. “Yeah.”
And she was. She was my new addiction — the one addiction there was no way I was going to say no to.
Because I was fuckin’ hooked.
Chapter 11
Samantha
Silence draped my house as I let the door to the garage shut behind me. I could feel my pulse beating in my chest, my eyes flicking across the empty living room.
I’d wondered what was in store for me when I got home the whole drive back. I mean, it’s not like Tim knew what’d happened — and seriously, fuck him anyways. After the shit he’d been pulling, this was over. Period.
But I guess I’d wondered on the drive home if he’d be waiting for me, if he’d man up to where he’d been. Hell, it’d make me moving out a lot less dramatic if we could both be adults about this.
But it was silent, with no sign of him.
I shook my head as I stepped into the kitchen and dropped the keys to his — no, her — car onto the counter.
Whatever. I was here to pack, and leave, and I’d figure out what to do next later. I made my way through the huge house that I’d soon be leaving, going to our bedroom to grab whatever I could take. The door to Tim’s study, right next to our bedroom door, was shut, and I could hear a murmured voice inside, the sound of a keyboard.
