"You sure about that?" Officer Cobb asked, gripping his shaft.
Tears welled in my eyes. "This is going too far. Just take me to jail or whatever. I don't care."
Cobb sighed in frustration. "Fine. I'm close enough."
He pulled the condom off, held his cock in front of my face and began fisting it back and forth. He was going to jerk himself to climax right in front of me. I'd probably still take a load to the face, but at least my pussy was safe.
And I had to admit that as scary as the situation had become, there was something weirdly sensual about seeing a strange man pleasure himself in front of me with such urgency. He angrily glared down at me as his cock swelled. I knew he was thinking of fucking me and treating me like his personal slut while he stroked his meat. I should have felt unsafe, degraded, objectified, but I didn't. Instead, I felt like forbidden fruit, like I would forever be remembered as the hot piece of married ass he almost banged on his shift one night. And every time he thought of that night, he'd jerk off to the thought of mounting me from behind and fucking me silly.
Most of all, I felt desired.
As Gerry felt me up, I could only stare straight ahead as Cobb's stone hands became a rapid fire blur. He grunted and grabbed my wrist, bringing my hand under his sack.
"Work my balls," he muttered.
I did as instructed, gently molding and massaging his scrotum with my fingers. While he grunted encouragement, I felt heat rising between my thighs. Gerry must have sensed it too. He slid his rough fingers under my skirt and began rubbing my mound. If only he knew the extent of what he was doing to me. In all the shenanigans of that night, I still hadn't been fucked. It scared me to find myself envisioning what would have happened if Officer Cobb suddenly decided to take another run at my pussy. Would I have relented? Rick hadn't agreed to anything like that. But then again, I didn't have his permission to suck Officer Cobb's cock either. I wondered just how far I was capable of going. What was truly out of bounds?
Suddenly, Cobb grabbed my neck and released a husky groan. He was about to blow. I leaned forward just in time to catch a hot jet of semen in my right eye. The sight of his glistening pole being pumped right in front of me was so erotic, my pussy clinched around Gerry's probing fingers. Cobb kept stroking, firing jizz like an automatic sprinkler. I took it like a good slut as he yanked me by the hair and pulled me forward. Suddenly fueled by hunger, I climbed out of the car and dropped to my knees in the cool grass. Cobb continued hosing me off, until finally spent, he slipped his softening cock inside my mouth so I could clean him off.
While I swirled my tongue around him, I heard the driver's side door open. In a flash, Gerry appeared from around the back of the car and walked forward with his thick meat in his hand and shorts bunched at his ankles. In a slut-trance, I reached out and pulled him close enough for me to engulf him. He gripped the back of my head while I fingered my pussy and gobbled his dick like an obedient cockslut.
Gerry grinned down at me. "Damn girl. You're really enjoying this ain't ya?"
With my mouth packed full of dick, "Umm-hmmph," was the only reply I could manage.
"You come across like a bit of a prude, but I knew there was a slut hiding inside you."
Was he right? Was this who I really was? A fraud? Going about my days wearing the mask of the dutiful, loving wife while my true desires lay dormant, waiting to be unleashed? I had to admit, for someone who was supposedly so disgusted by Gerry, I took to becoming his personal whore for the night pretty quickly.
Gerry pumped his thick slab down my throat until his grunts filled the park. A dark grin carved across his face and he took a step back. Just as I fingered myself to orgasm, his cock popped out of my lips, leaving the swollen head centered between my eyes. He stroked his length back and forth, aided by a slick coating of my saliva. I braced for impact.
Gerry threw his head back and bellowed into the early AM darkness. "Uhh-ughhhhh!"
Hot cum rained over me from multiple angles. I held out my tongue to catch as many snowflakes of his hot lava as I could. It was a lighter load than his first, but still far more than I was used to. His goo hung heavy on my face, cascading down my features like a mudslide. I blinked through the stickiness, to see him standing in front of me, totally satisfied in what he'd done to me. He had changed me. No denying it. No matter how I would try to rationalize it later, I knew that from that point on, I'd never be the same person I had been before.
Cobb's zipper sounded off behind me. I turned around in time to see him buckling up and tucking his shirt.
"You might not be a pro," he said, "but I feel like I oughtta be paying you for that."
"What?"
"I'm just saying. If you ever get tired of that day job, there's other ways you can make good money."
I didn't know whether to feel insulted or proud. "This ... isn't me. I-I don't do things like this."
"Well ..." He winked and flashed a grin. "You sure did tonight."
And with that, Officer Cobb told us to be safe and bid us farewell. I was so exhausted, Gerry had to help me stand up and crawl back into the car. As I tumbled into the seat, he closed my door for me then walked around the front of the car, staring at me the entire time. I wanted to survey the area to make sure no one else had seen us, but I could barely see out past the goo in my right eye. Covered in two fresh coats, I wondered if Gerry still thought I looked 'beautiful'.
Knowing him ... yeah. He probably did.
Keep in mind that as wild as the night had been up to that point, it wasn't over. I still had to spend the night at his house. All I wanted was to take a shower and go to sleep. Judging by the glint in Gerry's eye, that wasn't what he had in mind.
He started the car and put it in drive. "Buckle up, baby."
I wasn't sure if he was talking about for the ride to his house or the ride to come once we got there.
