Hard Steel: Erotic Motorcycle Club Romance (6 page)

“Fuck me, Cash, please, I need your cock,” I moaned; reaching my arms behind me, I grabbed onto the bars and leaned forward, giving Cash access to my warm, wet slit. As soon as I felt the head of his cock against my pussy I shuddered. Looking over, I saw the cop had pulled his cock out of his pants and was stroking it slowly.

“Little fucking slut,” I heard him murmur. I licked my lips as I looked at him, but as soon as Cash began sliding his dick into my slit I closed my eyes and lost myself in the blissful feeling of his dick stretching my young cunt, filling it.

“Mmm, fuck, Cash,” I groaned as he started to thrust into me, slowly. When I opened my eyes again, I was shocked to see the Officer standing in front of me, cop in hand, right in front of my mouth.

“Wait!” I cried out in surprise.

“You wanna keep fucking your boyfriend here, you gotta suck my cock,” the cop said, grabbing my head. Behind me, Cash had stopped mid-stroke.

“Cash! What do I do!” I yelled, panicking. I didn’t want to suck this dirty cop’s little dick, not at all, but my body was already crying out for more of Cash’s cock, and I thought that at that point I would explode if I didn’t get more.

“Whatever you want to do, teacup,” I heard Cash say behind me, voice neutral. “I wanna keep fucking you.” I felt him begin to pump slowly into me again and my eyes rolled back into my head in pleasure. I felt the cop’s hand gently guiding my head down to his cock, and I instinctually opened my mouth and began sucking the head.

His dick was much smaller than Cash’s and I had no problem fitting it into my mouth; behind me, Cash was staring to fuck me harder and had grabbed my hips through the bars. I moaned against the cop’s dick as I bobbed up and down on it, licking it and sucking it quickly. I looked up at the cop through my eyelashes and saw him staring down at me.

“You’re a good little cocksucker, aren’t you,” he murmured, increasing his grip on my head, pushing me down further so he could thrust more of his skinny dick into my throat. I didn’t care; all I could feel was Cash’s huge cock slamming into my pussy, bringing me closer and closer to climax with each thrust. The cop was starting to push my head even harder now. I could feel the cold metal bars of the cell in my hands and against my ass as I pressed my body against them, wanting Cash’s cock deeper inside me.

“You’re gonna swallow every last drop, and you’re gonna love it, little biker whore,” I heard the cop grunting from above my head. He grabbed my head harder, but instead of pushing it down again he pulled it away. “Aren’t you?”

“Yes, Sir, please let me suck your cock more, I want to taste your cum in my throat,” I pleaded, only half faking. “I need your hot cum, Sir.” He pushed my head back onto his cock and began thrusting into my throat forcefully. Behind me. I could feel Cash’s fingers digging into my hips as he fucked me harder and harder, pulling me against the bars, closer to his cock, reaching me deeper and deeper each time.

I felt myself starting to climax as Cash sped up even more, pumping his cock in and out of me like a piston while I kept sucking the cock’s dick. The sensation of having the cop’s dick in my throat while Cash pounded my slit from behind was surprisingly hot and I found myself sucking eagerly as my orgasm rose, relishing the taste and the feeling of being stuffed in two holes.

The cop grabbed my head once more and shoved me far down onto his cock, deep throating me, and as I felt the hot gobs of cum begin to hit my throat, I also felt Cash slam into me, hard, and his dick erupted, shooting stream after stream of cum into my pussy.

The taste and sensation of two men filling me with their cum at one time drove me other the edge and I shook against the bars of the cell, my pussy milking Cash’s dick as he came and my throat massaging the cop’s dick; my legs shook and nearly gave out from the powerful orgasm that sent waves of electric pleasure to every nerve in my body. I felt the cop pull out and swallowed the last of his semen; he had an anxious, uncomfortable look on his face as he zipped up his pants.

“One more minute,” he said, stuttering slightly. Then, he turned abruptly and left the corridor, leaving me alone with Cash. I leaned against the bars one more time, relishing the feeling of Cash’s dick still inside me. Then I sighed, stood up straight, and turned back to him. As I dressed, I tried to keep eye contact.

“Are you sure everything is going to be okay?” I asked, all of my worries and fears returning.

“Everything is going to be fine, teacup. Trust me. I promise,” Cash said, reaching out and stroking my chin. I believed him. I had to. I didn’t have any choice but to believe him.

***

As I left the corridor, I stopped in one of the restrooms that were in the hallway and cleaned myself up a little. In my short shorts, and lacking panties, I didn’t want to get anyone in trouble by leaking cum on my wait out. When I walked out into the main office, I noticed that no one else was there, just the Sheriff sitting behind his desk. The cop was gone, presumably on break. The Sheriff looked up at me as I walked by.

“Get everything you needed, sugar,” he said with a grin. I felt my hands form into wrists in a burst of anger, but took a deep breath. I turned to face him. He was sitting behind the desk in his stupid hat, chewing gum loudly. A manila folder was open on his lap as he leaned back, his chair leaning on two legs.

“Yes, thank you. Very much,” I said coldly, giving him an evil stare. “You know, you don’t have to do this. He’s not a bad guy.”

“Oh, honey, you don’t know what kinda guy he is,” the Sheriff said with a twinkle in his eye.

“Don’t call me honey,” I snarled back. I was so angry in that moment, I didn’t care that I was speaking to an officer of the law. To me, he was just a roadblock in my highway to bliss.

“Now, that’s not a nice way to speak to me. You think that’ll help your lowlife boyfriend out of here? How’d you get mixed up with the likes of that, anyway? You seem like a sweet girl.”

“Yeah, well, looks can be deceiving,” I retorted, then began to turn away again so I could leave this miserable man to his miserable life.

“They sure can,” I heard him say behind me. I looked back over my shoulder and realized the Sheriff was staring at my ass in my cut-off shorts. At first, I was disgusted. Then, I realized there might actually be a way to help cash. The Sheriff had finally realized I could see him ogling me, and made quick work of pretending to study whatever was in the folder. Turning my face away, I pretended to drop my purse on the floor.

“Dammit!” I said loudly, and bent over to get it. I made sure to bend at the waist and arch my back so that my ass was jutting out; as I bent over, I looked over at the Sheriff. He had put the file down and was staring at my ass. I wiggled it slightly and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. I picked up my purse and rose slowly, turning as I did. The Sheriff’s eyes met mine and I grinned, biting my lip.

“What have you got in your head now, Missy?” the Sheriff asked in a low voice, now staring at my ample cleavage.

“Well, Sheriff, I guess I was thinking my boyfriend could be in there for a long time, but you could probably help me out a lot by giving his file another look,” I said, batting my eyes and putting on my best pout. I walked over to his desk and leaned over it, giving him a clear view of my breasts. Reaching out, I slid a finger along the top of the folder he had been reading.

“Honey, you are way outta line,” the Sheriff said, still staring at my breasts. I rose, pouting again.

“I’m sorry Sheriff. That was very bad of me. I’ll leave you alone now,” I said, turning back to walk towards the door. I swung my hips as I walked away from him.

“Now wait a minute,” I heard him say quickly. I turned to look at him over my shoulder, still putting on my best sad little girl face.

“Yes, Sheriff?”

“Well, that was very bad of you. You are a bad little girl,” said the Sheriff, standing up. I noticed the lump growing in his pants.

“I know, I am a bad little girl. Maybe you could help straighten me out?” The Sheriff was visibly agitated now. I turned towards him and pulled at the collar of my shirt, giving him a better view of my milky breasts. I walked towards him slowly; as I walked, I moved my hands to the bottom of my shirt and began pulling it up.

“It’s just, I’ll miss him so much. I need a strong man around to keep me from being bad. You don’t want me to turn into a very, very bad girl, do you?” I was within arm’s length of the Sheriff at this point, and I pulled my shirt all the way off, exposing my perky, C-cup breasts. I dropped the shirt on the ground and began massaging them.

“Oh, fuck, girl,” the Sheriff said, then grabbed me and pulled me towards him. He began kissing my neck and fondling my breast with one hand, the other wrapped around my waist. As much as I hated the Sheriff for keeping Cash locked up, my body was reacting to the attention all the same. He licked my earlobe and I moaned. Pulling away, the Sheriff put both his hands on my tits, fondling them and brushing my nipples with his thumbs. I shuddered.

“Oh, you are bad,” the Sheriff said. “Maybe you do need a little punishment.” I panicked for a moment, wondering what I’d gotten myself into. The Sheriff grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the desk. I nearly crashed into the edge, but right before I collided with it, the Sheriff pushed my shoulders and I fell over the desk so that I was leaning over it.

“Oh, Sheriff, how are you gonna punish me,” I said, wiggling my ass.

“There’s only one way to punish bad little sluts,” he said. I felt his hand grab my ass roughly, massaging it through my jeans. Then, I felt him pull my shorts down entirely, leaving my ass exposed. I looked at him as he rubbed my ass cheeks; suddenly, I felt a sharp slap against my butt and squealed. Another slap followed, and then another. I was shocked at first, not expecting it, but the more he spanked me the more it felt good; it kind of left a stinging, burning sensation that made me crave another.

“Oh, thank you, Sheriff,” I moaned, leaning forward further onto the desk so he had better access to my petite ass.

“Bad little girls can only be taught one way,” Sheriff said, spanking me yet again.

“Teach me, I’m such a bad little slut, Sheriff, please,” I moaned, crying out as he spanked me again. I felt his other hand on the small of my back, pushing my body down as he slapped me again and again, each time making me want another even more.

“Are you gonna keep being such a bad little slut?” the Sheriff barked.

“Oh, no, sir, I promise I’ll be a good little girl from now on,” I whimpered, wiggling my ass, needing another spanking. I was disappointed when another slap never came; instead, the Sheriff’s hands were rubbing my ass again, spreading my cheeks wide.

I felt one of his fingers dip into my slit, which was gushing at this point with both my own juices and Cash’s cum. I panicked for a moment, thinking that the Sheriff might realize what I’d just been doing, but he didn’t seem to notice. Then, I was surprised to feel his finger slide up to my asshole.

I felt his finger circling it, wetting it with my own juices; he dipped his finger in my pussy again and did the same thing; this time, though, he pressed his finger ever so slightly into my asshole. I realized what was going on and tried to stand up but found I was pinned against the desk by Sheriff’s hand on my back.

“No, not there, please, I’ve never been fucked there,” I pleaded, looking at him over my shoulder. He looked up at me and grinned.

“You’re telling me a bad little girl like you never had her asshole fucked before?”

“No, sir, I swear, never,” I moaned. Despite my fear, the Sheriff’s finger in my ass didn’t feel that bad. In fact, it felt kind of good. He pushed it in farther and I moaned again.

“Sounds like you kinda like it,” Sheriff said. I could hear him smiling from behind me.

“Oh, yes, sir, that feels good, sir,” I moaned as he pushed his finger even deeper. The sensation was a lot different than having a finger in my pussy, but it felt good all the same. Sheriff removed his fingers and I heard metal clinking. Looking back again, I saw the Sheriff pulling his handcuffs from his belt.

“Sir…” I started to say, wanting to stop him before things got out of hand.