Another true story of cops, sluts, and smutpunk disguised as fiction to protect the innocent (and not simply innocent)
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The cop pushed me into the backseat of the little squad car. It was a Korean brand, a Tico or some other thing that could barely roll over a large piece of gum on the pavement. "When I get back there, there should be ₱50 sitting on the seat of my police car," said the cop slowly in pretty clear English. He uncuffed me and then closed the door to the car. I was alone in the cop car while he and his partner went to speak to the girls of the whorehouse.
What the hell was this? Was I really being busted for soliciting two prostitutes, or was this just an old-fashioned shake down. Being this drunk wasn't helping me get to the bottom of this predicament. Damn that Mongolian girl! If she would have just fucked me I would be fast asleep with my cock resting between her fine golden ass cheeks snug as Genghis Khan tucked under his shield. What would make matters worse is that she would end up knocking on my door early in the morning, but that wasn't the point right now. Right now, it was late at night or actually early in the morning. As I thought that, my brain didn't cooperate and started playing La Madrugada Oh! in my head as I became aware of the time. I looked out the window. The two cops were flirting with the twins I had hired for the night. They were pretty fine. Both had incredibly large breasts for any skinny pinay chick. I could make good use of either of them. As a tag team they'd be perfect. Extortion or not, it was time to pay up and enjoy the prizes.
I fished through my pockets. Lucky I was carrying enough to pay the bar fine for two whores so I put ₱50 down on the ripped pleather cushion and waited for the cops to stop flirting.
The one in the cap, looking a bit like a Pinoy doppelganger of Ponch from Chips, winked at me and sauntered to the cop car. He opened the door and peeked in. "We all set?"
"Yes, sir," I replied.
"Treat them right. They're just girls," he said and slapped me on my ass.
His partner got in and they pulled away slowly, barely getting over the piece of gum on the asphalt.
"You ready, Gwapo?" asked the older of the twins as she wrapped her arm loyally around mine.
I flagged a taxi. "Of course!"
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Two girls at once was always a pleasure I couldn't deny, but sisters, one licking the other's pussy while I fucked her from behind was really a treat until the smell hit me. I don't know where it came from. I don't know how I didn't smell it as soon as her drawers came off. Anyway, we all smelled it and it was rancid. I've smelled rotten eggs that smelled better. If a spoiled Durian fucked a month old sunbathing Mackerel, the offspring would smell better. "Is that you, sis?" The one on her back getting her slit licked covered her nose and scrunched up her face. I stopped fucking her. Her shaking tits came to a stop. "What the fuck?" I knew that smell. That's the smell of gonorrhea. The foul smelling chick ran into the bathroom. I looked down at my cock. It looked healthy and was hard as a rock. I should have showered that smell off of me right then and there, but there was a silky slippery cunt winking at me. I plunged my dick into the older sister. Her big tits shook up and down again. I fucked with fury. She moaned and pulled me toward her. I lost my balance and fell on top of her while fucking her. I was going to pull out of her until I fell right while I was beginning to climax. Instead, I shot my load inside her, pumping each cumshot deep into her raw pussy.
