Butt Officer

Butt Officer....?

"That's a good girl, Ash." She was *so* tired of hearing this from her boyfriend. Good girl. She liked most things about Viggo - the way he treated her and took her to places she'd never been before, for instance the NFL game tonight and then bribing the bouncer to let her into the club afterward. She was seeing a different side of the world than her past boyfriends, mostly from Staten Island like herself, had ever shown her - either too cheap or too lazy or too scared or too young themselves to try. He was willing to spend a little, for the nicest perm and highlighting she had ever had, the clothes, the high end mani-pedi-spa treatment. But it came at a price - he bragged openly about "training" her, and while she thought at first he was just kidding about that, he had proved to be earnestly serious about it once she had moved in. She wasn't quite sure what she thought about all that, for instance how it led him, tonight, to feel entitled to lift the sexy new dress he had just bought for her, so as to spank her pink-briefed bottom in front of these people she had just met tonight; it was sure to lead to trouble. And he had warned her when they walked in the door not to say a word. Not. One. Word. Good girl. Hmph.

"Loosen up, baby." Yeah, and that phrase too. It was already old. And especially unwelcome in this current setting, a hotel room with the two other couples. Stripped naked in front of them, and now being fondled by the oldest man of the three, a real take-charge type who had indeed taken over once her dress had come off and her DD assets were no longer merely 50% revealed but 100%, along with her clean-shaved pussy - being told to loosen up was downright humiliating, with the double meaning and the men's snickers and so forth. It would be *totally* humiliating, if it weren't that she was pretty fucked up, with watered down booze at the club and then better tequila here poured into her throat and then weed and then some coke. Her mind was in two places at once, somehow. The one inside her head was basically all right with what was happening, considering. While the one looking at her from above was pretty sure this would lead to Viggo taking even bigger liberties with her the next time, and she was pretty sure she would have no choice but to go along, or else lose him. Yes, she already knew she would eventually have to make a choice. She was hoping to stall that.

"You look beautiful, baby. Ain't she the girl of your dreams, everyone?" That part was better. He was the first boyfriend in a long time to say that to her, and often - even if she knew it was a lie and he was most attracted, like all guys, to her tits, she appreciated his telling it. She didn't want someone to make comments about her long nose or her short toes, her imperfect teeth or the slight hair on her upper lip - having heard enough of these kinds of things all her life, she just wanted to feel loved. Or lacking that, appreciated. And those words did it for her. Even if the words right now were in reaction to her pose, bent over the armrest of a fancy sofa while a jerk she had only just met pressed the tip of his cock to her well-lubed asshole and was now starting to hump.

"That's hot." Ashley didn't really need, or appreciate, Pingping's stamp of approval, as Viggo slid into position in front of herself for imminent purposes of fellatio while she continued getting cornholed. Fellatio, that's what Pingping and Lindsay actually called it; they "weren't in the mood for fellatio" tonight, Lindsay had said breezily, speaking for both of them, back in the chauffeured SUV. It seemed like they were more into each other. Ash hadn't ever done it with another woman before, and her reticence had resulted in them shunning her while becoming increasingly amorous with each other, in the middle row of the Escalade during the ride, and now here in the hotel. Very ick, Ash had thought - although she couldn't help watching their kissing and fondling either. So now, all of a sudden, "fellatio" was what was "hot" to these naked women. At least to Pingping, and probably only as long as she wasn't the one having to do it under such challenging circumstances, Ash thought.

"Hold out your hand." Oh good God, she thought - Moises naturally would expect some action too. Marcos hadn't been bluffing when he said the three of them would just make the best of it, if the two supposed 'NBA cheerleaders' were going to insist on shutting them out like that. (She didn't know much about sports, but thought that the Knicks were in the city, not Westchester.) Ash assumed that either of these two other girls would grudgingly allow the same to happen, if Marcos or even Moises insisted. But no, the men were perfectly happy to let this be a three-on-one encounter, on just her, at least for the time being. The lubricant was cold on her palm, and she spread it around the thick cock being offered to her, at least as best as she could -- allowing for the fact that she was fully penetrated in the rear and also completely occupied, so to speak, up front. She grasped firmly on Moises and tried to find the glans with her thumb, hoping that he as well as the other two men would all cum quickly.

"I told you she was submissive." She was *not* submissive, she thought. She just knew how to please a guy, that was all - plenty of practice, after starting with the sucking of middle-school cocks when she was 10, taking it up the ass from some high-schooler for the first time at 12, finally losing her virginity for-real-and-official at 13 to her cousin's creepy next-door neighbor. Now she was legal in any state. True, she was intrigued by Viggo's promise that after enough "training", she could have an orgasm just on command; she didn't see how that could be possible, but it was also true that she had never had orgasms as powerful or as easily as with him. It was a promise worth giving at least the benefit of the doubt. Anyway, it didn't mean she was *submissive*. Even a long dick in her ass, and somebody's fat one in her hand, and her boyfriend's somewhat smaller one at the back of her throat, didn't imply *that*.

"Tell 'em to go away." It hadn't registered with her at first that there had been a knock at the door, which everyone had ignored, and then louder banging and a shout. Moises pried her hand off of his tool and went to take care of matters, grabbing a towel from one of the girls as he went. Suited her just fine, as she could focus better on matching the moist-sounding rhythm Mr. Big behind her was trying to establish. Maybe he would be ready to cum soon; taking him hurt more than most and he had proven himself already not to be shy about pushing deep.

"Ah fuck." Ash winced as Mr. Big pulled out hurriedly, while Viggo likewise hastily removed himself from her orifice. She remained nearly prone, bent at the waist over the armrest of the sofa, but only for a moment, as Pingping and Lindsay also scurried. She stood up and turned around and saw two police officers inside the doorway. Instinctively she covered herself with her arms - defending tits and pussy alike - and turned away.

"There's been a complaint about noise." This didn't seem fair to Ash - the sound system was on, but it was playing slow jazz at a reasonable volume. Maybe, when she had tripped over the ottoman, she had made a thud, but really had it been that bad? Of course once the sex had started, she wasn't sure how much sound they all might have been making - she had had other things on her mind by then.

"She's twenty-one. Doesn't have any ID with her though." Marcos had spoken before she could answer for herself. She briefly wondered why, since she eighteen, and that was old enough. But then she remembered the bottle of tequila and whiskey. Though, that was no bigger of an issue than the grass - oh and especially the blow. Age should be no issue with *that*. Still, the age was apparently the problem.

"I'm pretty good at judging ages, by feel." Ash grudgingly allowed the cop's rough finger to enter her cunt. There really wasn't any choice. It hurt a little, and she thought his little ploy of guessing anybody's age by the heft of her tits and by finger-fucking her pussy was bogus. His verdict was that she had "a 25-year-old rack and a 15-year-old cunt". And a man's face, he added. But she knew she'd better keep quiet and not cause any trouble - this seemed potentially serious shit.

"Looks like this little girl needs to be handcuffed." She was petrified that this meant she was under arrest. Marcos, and then Viggo, both assured her this was not what the policeman meant, that they were taking care of it with a suitable "donation" to the policemen's orphan fund, and "other considerations". Just go along with what he wants, everything will be all right, she repeated to herself.

"This slut good with her mouth?" She was praying that the blowjob was going to be the extent of "what he wants," and she accommodated him past the back of her throat as best as she could for thirty grueling seconds at a time, hoping he was one of those quick ones with an orgasm.

"Cover me while I get a little dirty." But apparently he had noticed the activity on the sofa when he came in, and now he wanted some of that too, which apparently meant further vulnerability on his part - his partner motioned the three men to the other side of the room, and actually pulled out his revolver, which scared her even more. She decided there was no way to prevent what was about to happen, but she could at least deny that she liked it, which happened to be the truth when there was no love involved.

"Please don't," she said.

"I thought he told you to keep quiet, slut," the host told her. Apparently the seen-but-not-heard rule was his, more so than Viggo's. She hoped he wasn't angry at her like the cops seemed to be.

"You like to suck cock too?" From her position atop the sofa armrest again, she saw the younger cop face Lindsay and Pingping and unbuckle his belt and unzip his trousers, still holding onto his gun. Now that her own degradation was well underway, it somehow pleased Ash to see the look of shock across Lindsay's face, who apparently was the target of the officer's interest. Did the stupid bitch not even guess one of them might be next, and that her D-cup titties might mean it would be her? After several seconds of apparent indecision, a resigned nod yes by the brunette gave Ash the satisfaction of knowing her own ordeal would not be entirely alone. But then Marcos told him to wait, he'd have a turn with Ash next. She wasn't sure why that stopped him.

"Hey, you'll give her an infection!" Ash had not even thought about the consequence of being turned face-up onto the seat of the sofa and being entered vaginally by the cop now on top of her - not that she could have done anything to prevent it. His cock, filthy from being deep inside her anus, was now pistoning rapidly in missionary position, his trousers still unceremoniously bunched at his ankles above his heavy shoes, his face starting to bead with sweat at the exertion, his hands vigorously kneading her boobs in general and her long nipples in particular. No, there was nothing she could have done to stop this unsanitary and uncomfortable assault, being handcuffed and at a great disadvantage of strength. But she appreciated Viggo's attempt to defend her anyway, even if only verbally. She just hoped this man would bust quickly, now that he was inside -- and, for the love of God, to quit mauling her boobs like that.

"Are you racist?" The other cop had switched from Lindsay to Pingping, who seemed to be having trouble going down on this man for some reason. Ash didn't have any idea as to the woman's point of view on race, but she hoped that maybe the big guy would take out his aggressions on her throat, just to see if maybe it would take her down a peg from the smugly superior cheerleader attitude she had shown all evening. The cop added that sometimes racist girls gave the best head. Ash didn't know why that could ever be true and wasn't in any position at the moment to ask.

"Keep the party quiet from now on, got it?" The older officer's parting comment struck Ash as especially pointless - nobody had believed the whole disturbing-the-peace story in the first place. Pingping and Lindsay huddled and cuddled together, non-sexually, Lindsay rebuffing Moises's attempt to approach and console her. Ash felt annoyed and used, yet slightly pleased at the same time; she was confident that she had given the best sex either of the two strangers had received in this encounter, and she guessed that the other three men recognized this fact too.

"Ask the front desk where's a drugstore, Junior." Viggo had dabbed at Ash's pussy, cleaning up the clear yellowish fluid that was oozing out. Marcos told him to go buy a douche and see if a quick antiseptic rinse would help ward off trouble. Neither of the two other girls volunteered to go with Viggo, even though he expressed a little uncertainty about buying a women's-hygiene product; when Ash said she could go with him, Marcos said no, she should stay there in the hotel room and not stir things up "down there" inside her womb.

"Now, where were we?" With Viggo gone, and Moises for some reason sulking in front of the TV in the other room of the suite, Ash accepted another dose of tequila from Marcos's bottle. And then, without discussion, she found herself across the sofa armrest, lubed roughly and thoroughly, penetrated anally by this man once again. She figured, with good experience to back it up, that it would be almost like starting over and it would take him many minutes to finish. She had never been handled so roughly when taking it up the ass, or for so long, and it hurt. She wondered if she was bleeding. Frustration and fear overcame her, and she began to weep.

"You need someone to protect you." Ash didn't understand what Marcos meant, until he went on to explain that things could have gone much worse with the cops, if his money and influence hadn't been there. Her boyfriend Viggo could never have protected her from something much worse, he emphasized. She didn't even want to ask how much "worse" it could have been, between the cop and now this additional round of anal sex. But the implication was clear: Viggo alone would not have been able to handle the situation at all.

"Go suck his dick." She wasn't sure it was right to initiate sex with Moises, not with Viggo still away, but she also did not want to dispute Marcos on this. She took a few steps, but was told, no, she should crawl over to him and offer herself like that. Moises accepted gladly, and Ash noted that his cock was still coated with the semi-dried lube she had rubbed on him before; it was not exactly appetizing, but she decided it was not worth worrying about either. Better than the shit on these other guys' cocks. She expertly tongued his member and brought the younger man to orgasm quickly.

"Hey, you're a natural." And then after another dose of tequila, without warning she found herself facing Pingping's swollen labia. With Marcos holding her body in place, Ash quickly opted to ignore her phobia against lesbianism, and licked at the girl's sex in a way she estimated was how she knew she liked it from men. After only a few seconds, Pingping was offering lavish praise.

"I like your tits." Lindsay was looking on with obvious interest in Ashley's natural talent too.

"But don't tell him, until I say so." After agreeing to another tryst sometime in the coming week, one where Viggo would clearly not be welcome, Ashley came to understand that Viggo's business associate enjoyed the cuckold game on younger men. He told her he had room in his life for someone more, someone like herself. Moving in someday with Mr. Big and his athletic Asian lover would be a big step, but it was such a great opportunity compared to Viggo that she thought it might be worth it. The boss also claimed to be familiar with the concept of the female orgasm on command, and maybe love should take a back seat to what the big man could offer.