"I-I don't like to get hurt," Myrna said.
He laughed and pulled her hand into his lap.
He made her hold his balls. He said she was a good-looking woman, and when he was with a good-looking woman he always liked to have her face in a special place. "You know what I mean?"
"No, I don't."
"Okay, I'll show you." He rose up and stood with his ass directly in front of her face. "In the crack, honey. Put your face in there and suck my ass."
Myrna's heart sank. She watched his hands as he leaned forward and pulled his muscular asscheeks apart. Frank was giggling beside her. She couldn't help looking at Earl's asshole. She was horrified at what he wanted. She told herself no woman should be made to do such a thing. But she had to do it. Frank prodded her and told her to go on and do it. He said if she didn't do what his friend wanted, he'd work on her nipples again. He lifted one of her tits in his hand and squeezed it to warn her.
So she leaned forward to get her face against Earl's ass. The big cop chuckled as she did it. He squirmed his ass against her face. He kept his asscheeks spread with his hands so she had room to work on him. She licked him first, her tongue swabbing up and down his asscrack. Then she zeroed in on his hairy shiner and gave him what he wanted. She licked and sucked his hole. He started giggling when he felt her tongue pushing inside.
"Yeah, she's good," Frankie said. "I didn't lie about her, did I, Earl?"
She was grateful that it didn't last too long. All they wanted was to degrade her. Earl finally lost interest in it and pushed her face away from his ass. He yawned and started talking to Frank about the baseball game they were watching. Frank seemed concerned that his friend would get bored. He rose up and told Myrna to came with him.
When they were out of the room, he wanted her to put fresh make-up on and wear something he had for her. He took her to his bedroom and pulled a black lace teddy out of a drawer. Then he rummaged in the closet until he found a pair of black high-heeled sandals.
"These belong to Linda, but maybe they'll fit. I want you to keep Earl happy. Make him forget about his bitch of a wife."
When Myrna came out again with her face fixed and wearing the black teddy, Earl smiled and said she looked good. He said maybe she could dance for them. He told her to find something on the stereo that she could dance to.
They turned the ballgame down as Myrna went to look for a tape. She told herself it was better to dance than do some of the other things they could make her do. She found something she thought would work and she put the tape in the machine and started it. Then she turned and began dancing.
They laughed at her at first. They commented about the way her tits bounced around. But then they stopped laughing and she could see them getting turned on. Their eyes were hot as they watched her body move.
All right, give them what they want, she thought. At least it was better than getting hurt by them. She made the dancing hot, pumping her pussy at them, wiggling her ass and deliberately jiggling her tits from side to side like a pair of melons.
Before long, they had their hands in their crotches rubbing their cocks, and soon after that she had to stop dancing and get down on her knees to give them head.
"There's nothing like a broad with a good mouth," Frank said.
Earl agreed, holding his cock with his hand as he shoved his knob between Myrna's lips.
They made her stop when she had both cocks stiff and throbbing. Earl said what they ought to do now is fuck her in the bedroom and Frank agreed.
Myrna looked at Frank. "Can I go to the bathroom first?"
Frank snickered. "What for?"
"I got to!"
"I said what for?"
Myrna blushed. "I've got to pee."
Frank chuckled. "Hell, you can do that here. Go bring a pot from the kitchen and we'll watch you. How about that, Earl? If the lady has to piss, she has to piss, right?"
They laughed at her as she went to the kitchen to find a pot. She told herself they were just animals, beasts masquerading as human beings. And cops no less. All right, if they wanted to watch her piss, she would piss for them.
She found a large pot in one of the cabinets and she brought it to the living room. They sat there stroking their cocks while they watched her. She squatted over the pot. She deliberately held the piss back a moment while she stroked her pussy with her fingers. She spread her cuntlips with her fingers to tease them. Then she pulled her fingers away and kept her hands on her knees as she started pissing. They laughed as her piss splashed into the pot. She quivered and told herself they were filthy pigs.
After that they led her into the bedroom and both of them climbed onto the bed with her. Earl stretched out on his back and she had to mount him. He squeezed her hanging tits while she worked his prick inside her pussy. She couldn't help groaning as she sat down on his. His cock was like a bar of iron, filling her cunt channel and pushing at her insides.
Then Frank moved behind her with a jar of Vaseline to grease her asshole. She trembled at the thought of taking his huge cock in there. But this time she knew what to expect. At least he wouldn't kill her with it. Then she realized her asshole would be extremely tight because Earl's cock was in her cunt. The fear hit her again and she started sobbing. She begged them to stop, but all they did was laugh at her. The next moment Frank was pushing his knob at her asshole and she was too busy reacting to the pain to beg any more.
He pushed and pushed. She thought for sure he was tearing her. But gradually he screwed his prick inside her shitter without killing her. She was packed solid down there now, both holes filled with cockmeat and her crotch on fire. She gasped as they started moving. She soon realized they knew what they were doing. This wasn't the first time they'd had a girl in a sandwich. I'm getting fucked up the wall, she thought. All that hot fuckmeat stuffing her body. She felt surrounded by them, surrounded by the male sweat and the muscles and hard cocks filling her cunt and ass. The pain in her ass gradually lessened and then there was only the pressure and the stretching and the feel of their hands on her body.
The two cops kept moving and pumping, fucking her ass and cunt until they shot off. She thought of them spurting in her shitter and cunt channel, all that jism in there, two cocks blasting off in her insides, raped by two cops when all she'd ever wanted was to get out of a speeding ticket.
CHAPTER FIVE
Linda was a blonde, a tough-looking blonde in a tight dress and high heels. She giggled when she saw Myrna, then she stopped giggling and she frowned at Frank. "I bet you've been having a time with her. I don't like it, Frankie. You know I don't like it when you do things without me."
Frank explained about Earl. He said Myrna had done wonders for Earl. He said Linda knew they always did things together.
"You're still my best girl," he snickered, then put his arm around her waist and kissed her cheek.
Myrna wore one of Linda's wrappers, but under the wrapper she was naked. She knew she didn't look good. Her face was a mess and she needed a bath. She felt so vulnerable next to the attractive blonde. She, was also afraid. There was something in Linda's eyes that frightened her.
They sat in the living room and Myrna brought them cold beer. After a while Linda started asking Myrna questions about herself. Myrna wanted to beg the blonde to find some way to set her free, but instead she just answered the questions.
Linda was amused when she learned Myrna was married. "And where's the hubby?"
"He's out of town."
"Frankie, she looks like hell. She looks like one of them gas-station whores you told me about."
Frank nodded. "Yeah, I guess she needs some cleaning up."
"First she can do something for me."