The car pulled up in front on the Blue Bar. It was a weekday and I didn't see many people inside. It is possible that Officer Jones had booked the bar for the entertainment which was me. Jones got out and opened the back door so that Peterson was able to climb out. He then pulled me out of the car as I was handcuffed still. I stood facing Jones with with Peterson behind me.
"Let's see...." He said inspecting me like I was a toy. "She's a slobby mess already. We can't present her to the lads like this."
Taking a wet wipe he wiped my saliva off my chin, and whatever was left of Peterson's cum from my mouth. He also cleaned the lipstick smudged around my face.
Jones pulled the front of my dress apart and my tits popped out. He took my nipples between his thumb and forefinger and rolled until they stood hard and erect. I moaned in response to the delicious sensitivity.
"Patience slut." He said.
Peterson, who was behind me reached down and pulled my dress up until it was bunched at my waist, pussy and ass exposed. The dress was pretty much pointless by now and all my privates were open to the public!
"Shit, she's slopping wet down there. We need to clean the slut up!"
Jones used more wet wipes to clean my juices from my thighs and pussy. At his probing touches I moaned louder.
"Will you shut up bitch." Ordered Peterson. "You'll have your fun soon."
I quietened down.
I just can't believe this is happening. I can't wait to be used by all these men. I want to be fucked so hard that I will feel it for days.
"Shit." Says Jones. "I can't dry the bitch up. She's getting wet everytime I try."
"I can't help it." I protested. "You are doing this to me. You are making me too horny!"
I wiggled my bottom a little so that my ass rubbed the front of Peterson's crotch. I could feel him getting hard again. In front of me I can see Jones's growing bulge as he was watching me wiggle.
"Ohhhh I'm such a cock-hungry whore," I moaned stating the obvious.
"Please please can we continue? I don't want to stay out here. I need all you big strong men to fuck my brains out."
I knew I was the biggest slut around begging to be fucked. But I needed a cock in me urgently. These two guys have been torturing me since the time they picked me up.
"Oh well." Jones shrugged and led me to the bar, Peterson directing me from behind. My tits were bouncing with every step and I was enjoying the cool air on my exposed pussy as I walked.
The bar door opened and handcuffed, exposed me was gently pushed into the warm bar.
The smoke and beer smell wafted towards me. There was also the lingering scent of manliness. This place was a den of testosterone, I felt dizzy with excitement.
Looking around I noticed that it wasn't fully crowded, maybe about 6 guys, nine in total counting the bartender and Jones and Peterson. I hope the bartender was part of the fun too as he was tall, tatooed, muscular and had long brown hair like a rockstar! The other guys were of varying degrees of height and built, there were of different races too which was exciting. All were fit and clean cut and shaved as expected of cops.
"Hello all." Jones announced, "I present Ms. Irisa Perez. Probably the biggest slut I have encountered. Last time I saw her she had had sex with 4 men already and still begged me to ass-fuck her."