Dirty, Sexy, Taboo (17 page)

“That’s right, slut, cum for me!” he demanded in a harsh growl. “Cum for Officer Monroe!”

I panted for breath, ready to go limp but he wasn’t finished with me.

Seconds later, he withdrew and felt his fingers delving into my dripping pussy. He slapped some of my own juices onto my asshole and I held my breath, knowing where he wanted to fuck me next.

“I need that tight little ass,” he grunted, slowly pushing himself past the ring of fire, until he was deep inside my ass. “Does he fuck you like this?” he demanded to know, gripping my hair tightly, making me take every inch until I could barely breathe. “Tell me, does he fuck this little ass with his tiny dick?”

“N-no,” I managed to bit out, panting against the dual sensations of pleasure and pain. I shuddered as the pain receded and the pleasure began to grow. “Oh my God, you have the most amazing cock!”

“That’s right, baby,” he said in a low tone, slowly sliding in and out of my ass, allowing for my body to adjust to his size and girth in such a tight space. “Take that cock. Just like that,” he said approvingly as I moaned. “Take every inch, you little slut. You like it, don’t you? You like being taken up the ass like this, don’t you?”

“Yes!” I gasped. There was no denying it. And I’d never be the same. “Fuck me, just like that! I need your cock!”

“Yeah,” he growled, increasing his tempo, pushing harder against me, burying his bone deep inside me. “Such a tight little ass…so good. Your boyfriend’s missing out on this sweet treat.”

At that moment, I wanted my boyfriend to see me taking another man’s cock up my ass, wanted him to watch as I allowed another man to cream his load straight up inside the one place I’d never allowed him to go. Served him right, the asshole. Officer Monroe was right; my boyfriend was a stupid man.

His thrusts became more urgent and his grunts more vocal. I thrilled at the knowledge that my ass was going to make him cum. I wanted him to fill my ass with his load, wanted to feel his jizz sliding out of my ass when we were through. It was disgusting and raw and primal —
 
everything sex with my boyfriend never was.

“
Holy fucking shit that’s good
!” he shouted to the moon, pounding into me like a mad man, like a man possessed. I shook as another orgasm found me and I came seconds after he’d filled me up with his load. Three times! The man was a sex God in a blue uniform! His thrusts slowed and he let out a deep, satisfied groan that sent thrills skittering down my nerve endings as he eventually withdrew his cock with a sloppy
schlop
! sound. I leaned my head against the cool hood of my car and tried to calm my breathing but my heart was beating like a jackrabbit’s after a race across the meadow. I slowly raised myself up and turned around. I felt as if the entire police department had fucked me instead of one man. I watched as he tucked his wet cock back into his pants and zipped his fly.  I swallowed, wondering what to say. I didn’t even know where to start. A “thank you” seemed weird; “call me” sounded too needy. Instead, I waited for him to break the silence.

He adjusted his belt and graced me with a slow sardonic smile that reached his eyes and teased me with its lazy grace. “You’re a hot piece of ass,” he said. “Fucking you has been the highlight of my night.”

“Likewise,” I murmured, meeting his stare. “So…am I off the hook for that ticket?”

He laughed and seemed to take his sweet time in answering. Finally, he shrugged and said, “Sure. You’ve earned a reprieve. But you better slow it down, hot stuff. Don’t let me catch you again or next time I won’t go so easy on you.”

My heart jumped at the erotic threat and I nodded slowly. “Thank you, Officer Monroe,” I said, pausing a moment before asking coyly, “But what if I
want
to get caught?”

His stare narrowed and that teasing smile turned feral as he said, “This stretch of road is notorious for speeders late at night. You’d be amazed what someone will do to get out of a ticket.” He gave a mock wave and turned to leave. “See you around, lead foot.”

“I’m sure you will, Officer Monroe,” I said, laughing softly as I climbed into my car. “I’m absolutely certain of it.”

By Alexx Andria

There’s just something about football players that really turns my clock, you know? I mean, they work out religiously, they understand discipline, and, if they’re any good, they work well as a team.

Oh, and let’s get real, their bodies are fucktastic. All those tight ends and muscled abs make me drool and drip, if you know what I mean.

But for me, one just isn’t enough. In high school I fucked the jocks —
 
I was the head cheerleader so that was sort of a prerequisite, right? —
 
but even as they were pumping their cocks into my tight teenage pussy, I ached to be filled even more. I wanted more cocks at once! At first I was ashamed. Who isn’t satisfied by getting creamed by a good pounding? I tried talking to my cheer sisters but they didn’t get it and frankly, I realized on my own if I wanted to get what I craved, I’d have to be proactive about it. So what
did
I want exactly? I wanted them all! One after the other, a colossal, epically dirty gangbang!

Once I realized what I wanted, I just had to find a way to make it happen. Of course, by my senior year I’d practically fucked the entire team anyway at one time or another so when I made the college squad my freshman year at the local university, I was practically giddy with the idea I’d been toying with for years.

My God, talk about secret fantasy! And the idea of putting it into play…well, let’s just say the slick wetness between my thighs had started to make things a bit slippery and ready!

No more high school cocks for me! For my inaugural gangbang, I was going to get nice, fat cocks from yoked-out college boys who’d earned a spot on the team by being the best of the best. No more runts of the litter. I’m talking six feet four inch, 250 pounds of solid man flesh with a healthy 10-inch cunt-sticker!

The team practiced every day until seven at night and then they headed for the showers. I figured the best way to get what I wanted was to ambush them when they were already naked. I mean, I don’t care how hard their work out was, there’s no way a man could resist a tight-bodied slut just begging for their cocks! Am I right? Yeah…I thought so!

I picked a Wednesday because the coach never stuck around after practice on that day. I had it on good authority that the coach was fucking Sarah, one of my cheer sisters, and Wednesday was the only night he could get away from his wife for a little fuckfest with Sarah’s sweet little honey hole. Sarah was a notorious blabbermouth and she sang like a bird about their hotel room trysts. Apparently, the coach liked to have Sarah strap on a big, black dildo and fuck him in the ass. What a freak, right? Except, I thought it was a little hot, actually. I wanted to ask Sarah more about that but we’re not that close so I figured, maybe I’ll find out myself someday. Rumor had it the coach was a notorious cheer hound. I think he’s gone through half the squad already so it’ll no doubt be my turn eventually.

Back to the team plan, so before Wednesday, I put a little TLC into my kitty kat, making sure my pussy was nice and bare, showing off my sparkly clitty jewel —
 
holy mother that had hurt going in but the pain had been worth the reward —
 
and made sure to wax my asshole, too. I wanted everything to be perfect. When the big day arrived, I couldn’t focus on anything but what was to come later.

All during cheer practice, my gaze kept straying to the team as they went through their drills. With each echoed grunt out on the field, my pussy clenched and I ached to stick my fingers deep inside me just to ease the intense cock craving I was suffering from.

You see, I had also abstained from sex —
 
you can imagine how difficult this was for an insatiable little slut like myself!—
 
so that when I finally got what I wanted, my pussy would be ultra tight for all those cocks. Amen naughty friction!

Finally, the team hustled off the field and filed into the locker room. I made some excuse to the girls about needing to leave early and then booked it to the back entrance of the locker room. I crept inside and quickly stripped, stashing my clothes in my bag and then tucking the bag into an unused locker. I could hear the ribald laughter of the guys above the sounds of the showers going. I waited a few seconds to be sure the coach was on his merry way, then entered the steam-filled room.

“Hey boys,” I called out in a soft, sultry voice, standing in nothing but stiletto heels and a coy smile. “The name’s Lindsey and I wanna have some fun. Who’s game to fuck?

Quarterback Nick, one of the few guys I knew by name, looked as speechless as the rest but he recovered quickly. “Not that the offer’s not hot but if coach sees you in here-“

“Your coach is already in his car, on his way to bang my friend Sarah at a local no-tell motel. Why should he get all the fun?” I asked, interrupting him as I advanced. I could tell from the hungry stares zeroing in on my pussy and tits that they were into the idea. I also knew that if I could get Nick, who seemed to be the ring leader, to join in on the fun, the rest would follow suit. “Nick…come on.” I toyed with my erect nipples, showed him how they begged to be sucked and tugged as I rounded his naked form, openly appreciating his rapidly swelling cock. I wound my way around the next guy, letting my fingers skim the hard length of another bobbing member as I continued. The steam of the room had given everything a moist sheen, as if we’d already fucked and were covered in each other’s sweat. “I know you’re dying to feel my hot, wet pussy around your cock. I’ve seen you watch me out there during practice. I know you want some of this,” I said, bracketing my pussy with both hands as if offering prettily.

“Come on, Nick,” one of the guys said urgently, watching me through lust-hazed eyes. “She’s fucking hot!”

“What if we get caught?” Nick demanded, but he’d licked his lips as if he were already tasting my juices and sucking my tits. “Shit…we could get kicked off the team, Ben.”

“Only if we get caught, which we won’t. She’s right. Coach is fucking Sarah Jones. I heard that the other day.” The other guy, Ben countered, his hand going to his straining cock. I stifled the giggle of pure excitement bubbling to the surface. I could tell they were wavering. I was going to get what I wanted! What I’d dreamed about since I was old enough to realize that there was more to sex than just the fumbled quickie behind the bleachers.

“Yeah,” another murmured, the boys shifting on the balls of their feet, just waiting for the green light from their leader, Nick. He was close, I could tell. His cock was the biggest, too. He would definitely stretch my little pussy until I was groaning with pleasure. Would he take my ass, too? I shuddered with barely restrained lust at the thought.

I had their attention now. I had to make my move. I sauntered to Nick and before he could make any further protest —
 
however weak they were becoming —
 
I sank to my knees and sucked his cock straight down my throat. Nick startled but within seconds, he lost whatever battle he was fighting and his fingers threaded themselves through my hair, gripping to the scalp in the most deliciously possessive gesture as I bobbed on his thick nob. I heard groans from behind me as I palmed Nick’s nuts, making sure everyone got a good look at my mouth as I slid up and down on that thick shaft, toying with the tip, pushing my tongue into the hole to invade his cock as if I were searching for that cum I knew was building in his balls. “Oh Jesus,” he breathed almost painfully, plunging his cock deeper into my mouth. I took it well, after all I was no stranger to sucking cock. I sent a coy look toward Ben who appeared antsy and ready to join the fun and suddenly I had two cocks to choose from, then three, then four until I was circled by jutting cocks of varying sizes and lengths, cut and uncut. I wanted to taste them all. I wanted them to cum on my face and in my mouth. I wanted to bathe in their juices!

But I didn’t want the fun to end too quickly and I could tell by the way Nick’s moves had become frantic that he was close to blowing his load.
Not so fast, Nicky
! I pulled away and he groaned. “Not yet,” he gasped, trying to get me to finish him. I laughed and stood, loving how surrounded I was by big, muscled and
horny
men. I grabbed the first cock that was closest and lead him to the bench, the rest of my entourage followed as I knew they would. Even Nick, who was fighting the urge to jerk off because he needed to cum so badly, followed to see what naughty trick I had up my sleeve.

Ohhh, boys, you’re in for a treat.

“Lie down, both legs on either side of the bench,” I directed sweetly and he rushed to comply with the eagerness of a young puppy hoping for a treat. His blond hair, darkened from the moisture, fell to the side as his respectably-sized member pulsed and jumped to life, just as eager. I moved to his head and straddled his face before slipping his cock into my mouth. A classic 69 with just a little modification! I hoped someone would take the hint and fuck me in the ass or pussy while my accommodating cunt-licker sucked my clit. I drew in a tight breath as, indeed, a cock nudged at my pussy. I shuddered with need and arched my back even as I sucked harder on the cock in my mouth. The man tonguing me had some mad skills and soon I was grinding my pussy against his cleverly teasing tongue. His cock stifled my groan but I was lost to the sensations and more followed. My ass cheeks jiggled as the one behind me pounded me like a piece of meat. He was a jackhammer lover, pistoning me with his cock like he was trying to puncture my uterus and it felt
soooo
good.