Hell, she was already too far gone to resist anything he decided to do to her now, and as he licked and sucked at her quivering loins he began to visualize obscene, erotic things he could perform at will with, and to, her receptive passion-captured body, just as he used Tulip and the rest of the cunts to sate his lust. Christ, he groaned to himself as he thrust his face harder toward the small, clasping opening of her vagina.
Alex rammed his tongue up into the soft-rimmed flesh and listened for her groan of delight; then, she was pressing his mouth directly over the tight little hole in her squirming crotch. He responded, ovaling his lips and pressing tight to her passage-mouth; he began to suck, alternating with deep tongue thrusts that raised choking throaty moans from the depths of her chest. He felt the sleek flesh slip moistly around his long extended tongue as the walls of her cunt opened and closed spasmodically in a rhythmic sucking cadence, trying to pull the invading lingual organ deeper and deeper into it…
Desiree whimpered and moaned beneath the unbelievable enchantment of his voracious sucking and licking of her loins. She sensed her complete loss of body and mind control. Her brain reeled in its mesmerized state of ecstatic sensual bliss… Suddenly, he was drawing her clitoris up to its full, erect state, using lips and teeth and a liquid tongue. Her sexual genitals were a whirling pool of rapture. And then, he was moving up over her. She felt his tongue trail upward along her belly into her navel, again slithering upward, leaving a hot wet path as he crawled over her breast, and then the right, sucking and bringing salacious gasps of additional pleasure from her. He kissed her while simultaneously, he forced her smooth, white thighs wider and wider apart.
She clung tightly to him, kissing and sucking at the tongue that had brought her so much delight, tasting her own cuntal nectar there and gasping with the forbidden delectation and the lewd, animal-thought of it. Abruptly, she felt the brushing of his long, rigid prick against her thighs, its contact with her hot flesh like a searing rod in the hand of a puritan church-warden, endeavoring to prod her into the wakeful realization of her wanton carnality, but instead she hungrily reached down to grasp the throbbing shaft, blotting all else from her sex-famished brain.
Alex raised up above her to allow her access and she clutched its heavy, solid thickness, her breathing quickening momentarily, at the feel of the hot massive spear she encircled with both hands, her long slim fingers barely going around it.
"M-My God!" Desiree gasped. "It's… it's tremendous! It'll never fit…! I-I'm not big enough!"
"How bad do you want it, baby?" he hissed down at her.
"Please I want it… oh I do want it… I need it so bad!" she choked, almost tearfully.
He bent down and kissed her once more, then she felt the bulbous head, blood-inflated moving up and down, parting the soft blonde pubic hair between the palpitating lips of her cunt, and then all of a sudden, the small mouth of her tingling vagina pressed open. The tight elastic entrance offered near-virginal resistance; she held her breath as the tip pressed into her, choking suddenly with the pain from the hard, cruel pressure.
"Aaaaaagggggghhhhh!" she grunted, automatically resisting as the harsh torment increased.
Alex felt a wave of sadistic pleasure wash through him at her soulful protest; he was unable to conceal the evil grin that immediately twisted his handsome mouth, and he shoved further, causing her to emit another long, low groan from deep in her throat.
"Aaaaaaggggghhhhh! Oh… oh God, please… it hurts! It hurts!"
He continued to grin, as his huge cock burrowed into her tiny cuntal passage, her agonized pleas sending him wild, algolagniac sensations racing through him.
"Oooooohhhh," she whimpered pitifully, as the huge blunt knob pressured harder and harder against the tight, rubbery opening between her widespread thighs, and then with a little rush the tip slipped inside, just beyond its coronal rim, and Desiree couldn't hold back her little choking scream.
My God, her mind reeled, her thighs were splitting apart from the continual expanding of the small moist hole in her crotch. He was much too big! Beyond human belief! It was going to split her wide open!
Alex Cranston, Chief of Police, could hardly contain the excitement her whimpering screams were bringing him at the slow, relentless penetration of her cunt, and again and again he flexed his hips to sink an inch at a time into her, until at last, he couldn't stand it any longer. He had to fuck this little bitch now!
He rammed forward unmercifully, dropping his heavy weight onto her, smashing her full, firm breasts beneath his powerful chest as he thrust his hips at the same time and his long, thick cock plunged into her moist, frightened cunt with the brutal force of a battering-ram, spiraling the soft, tender walls of her warm vaginal flesh in rippling torrents before it. There was no holding back now and with a loud grunt he felt his sperm-bloated balls smack loudly into me upturned crevice between the cheeks of her tightly clenched ass.
"Oooooooh! My God! Me dear loving God! You've ripped me! You've split me wide open! Ooooh God stop!" Desiree wailed, screwing her buttocks down into the cushion in a futile attempt to escape the excruciating impalement of her cunt. Her legs, splayed wide apart, flailed in the air helplessly on either side of his great muscular body, kicking and jerking as he pinned her securely to the davenport beneath.
Desiree continued to groan beneath the massive Chief of Police as his tremendous throbbing prick sunk to the very depths of her belly. She had never felt so full in her life, so complete as she was this moment, impaled beneath the Chief of Police's enormous cock. She was skewered to the couch and she loved it, she was his slave now and he could use her as he wished, however he wished, she didn't care… all she cared about was this feeling of completion he brought to her.
Alex Cranston could hardly believe his luck, he knew that Desiree was a sexy woman but she had outdone herself. He hadn't felt this way in years, she made him feel like such a man in a way that Tulip could never make him feel. He knew that she was his now and that he could do with her whatever he wished. She reminded him of Angela, his wife, in a way. She had been the only one he had ever loved the only one he had ever wanted and God had punished him by taking her away from him. He suffered alone for many years and then he met his old pal Jim Saunders and life began to take on a different color. Jim brought him out to his restaurant, encouraged him to enjoy himself and finally offered one of his girls to him. She had been the beginning of many and now Jim Saunders dare not refuse him anything or anyone he wanted. But he would never give Jim a bad time, the truth of the matter was that Jim was providing Alex Cranston with something to live for as he grew older, something that the Police Department couldn't give him… the feeling of manliness. He felt so good like this, lying with a beautiful woman trapped beneath him like a captured butterfly and this one was a beauty, for sure. She belonged to him now and he was going to make sure that the punk Holden didn't get his hands on her… he wanted her all for himself!
"You get out of bed on the wrong side this morning, Mitch?" Jerry Garfel, drummer for the Dead Beats asked the leader of the group as he watched him moping in the dressing-room between sets.
"No… I'm just worried about Desiree, that's all!"
"Why?"
"I haven't seen her in the restaurant for about an hour now, I'm just wondering where she is, that's all," he sighed.