"Okay," he was telling the two cops. "Now, you're prowlers, breaking into an apartment that's dark except for the glowing fire on the hearth. You get in, look around, and see the couple in front of the fireplace, just having gone to it, with the girl licking cum off her tits. You jump Dean, tie him up, and throw him into the bedroom so he'll be out of the way while you play with his date, got it?"
"Yeah, yeah, we got it!" Lucenta said impatiently.
"Sure, Cap, we can remember it, I think," Hiller drawled. "It ain't exactly 'War and Peace', ya know!"
"Your role don't exactly call for Marlon Brando neither, you lunkhead!" the captain roared back. "Now get in place out in the hallway and get them masks down over your ugly faces!"
The two cops shuffled off through the front door, stocking masks atop their heads, ready to pull the masks into place and break into Dean's place. The captain started the camera and yelled, "Okay!" to Lucenta and Hiller.
Captain Peters swung the camera onto the door as it was "forced" open. The two cops looked fearsome enough as they came through it, guns ready, creeping forward, heads moving constantly as they sized up the apartment's contents. Hiller, the skinny cop, nudged fat Lucenta, and the two of them grinned beneath their blue ski masks.
The camera followed the "intruder's" stares over to the action behind the couch. Laurel was pretending to lick the cum from her titties, the constant tongue movement having made her nipples erect as twin candle tips, and Dean was lounging naked on the rug next to her, watching, his back to the two men.
Laurel saw the men first and pretended to scream. Hiller reacted immediately and came sailing over the couch, his gun leveled at Dean. The thin cop stuck the piece near Dean's head and told him not to move. Lucenta came around the couch, a piece of lamp cord in his hand. They tied the naked man up, and the captain's camera followed them as they tossed, the struggling cop into the bedroom and shut the door.
"Okay, great! Cut!" the captain, yelled enthusiastically. "Now, let Dean go, so he can help with the camera and lights, and we'll shoot the next scene, where you two fuck Laurel!"
The two cops nodded, and one of them let Dean out of the bedroom. He had donned a pair of slacks and went bare chested to the camera to set up for the next shot.
"Now, remember, Laurel, you're terrified at first, then you get to wanting it, okay?" the captain instructed the naked redhead in his horny, but somehow fatherly tone.
"Mmmmmm! I got it, Cap!" Laurel growled, her cunt on fire with rekindled need as she eyed the two cops who were about to screw her. "You boys got it?"
"Well, to tell the truth…" Lucenta's voice trailed off with embarrassment. "I had it, but I kinda lost it gettin' ready for the shot!"
The fat man showed what he meant by unzipping his fly. His once stiff cock was limp as warm spaghetti. Hiller laughed and undid his pants as well. The skinny man's dick was bigger than Lucenta's fair-sized organ, but it was just as deflated.
"Ha, I guess we're both a little nervous about showing our peters in front of the lens!" Hiller laughed in nervous despair.
"You said that right!" Lucenta muttered, disgusted with himself for blowing a chance to fuck the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.
"Christ! I got two rapists with dead dicks!" the captain yelled with frustration. "Why does this kinda shit happen to me? It ain't fuckin' fair! It's always fuckin' ME!"
"Ummmmmm, hold on, Captain," Laurel hummed excitedly, her eyes never leaving the two limp cocks.
Laurel got up onto her knees in front of the men, cupping her big boobs in front of her. She reached out, took a hand each from Lucenta and Hiller, and placed one of her globe-like spherical knockers in each hand.
"Why don't you boys play with these, while I…" Laurel reached out and took a soft prick in each hand, "play with THESE!"
The two men standing beside one another moved closer together with a mutual sigh of longing for the young redhead. Laurel stroked them gently, up and back, as they kneaded her rubbery nipples and mashed the pink nipples back into the spongy flesh of her solid, twenty-year-old breasts.
"Ahhhhhhh, I think you boys will do fine!" Laurel sighed, the two cocks in her hands beginning to pump with desire as she caressed them.
Wordlessly, Laurel bent to her right and sucked the head of Lucenta's thick cock into her mouth. She began to lick it as she moved her mouth back and forth. The fat man groaned and thrust his half hard flesh into the girl's wet, sucking warmth, his eyes bugging out once more with lust as he watched her eating him.
Laurel swirled her tongue around the medium sized, very thick dick, until it was jumping and throbbing with pumped-up desire within her mouth. The hot-cunted redhead let the fully enlarged prick escape from her suctioning lips with a slight pop.
"That will do the trick, I think!" she whispered up at the fat cop, kissing his now erect prong teasingly to give him a last little thrill.
Before Hiller could even ask, he felt Laurel's breath on his own stiffening cock and then he was moaning as the young girl fed every last inch of his lengthy pecker into her hot, eager mouth. Laurel tongued and sucked the burgeoning prick until it was bumping the back of her throat on every down-sweep and the whole shaft felt rock-hard and ready in her constricted throat and lips.
"Mmmmmmm, now THAT'S what I call two ready-to-fuck cocks!" the turned-on redhead sighed in admiration as she jacked the twin hard-ons with her tiny fists and the men squeezed her big tits.
The heat was rising again in Laurel's insatiable pussy. The more she stroked the men's rigid dicks and forced her jerking tits into their clamping palms, the more she knew she needed those dicks in her creaming, hungry quim – not in her hands!
"I… I'm ready if you guys are!" Laurel panted at last, her cunt-fever having reached the boiling point.
Pussy juice was running down the insides of both the hot-assed girl's thighs, and her butt was wagging little circles automatically, as if searching for the throbbing cock that it needed. Laurel's ayes were half-closed with building passion, and her lips glistened with saliva and pre-cum fluid as she rocked back and forth in the firelight, stroking the hard, ready cocks.
"D-do it to her!" the captain choked. "If you two can't fuck her now, I'll fire you both as faggots! Get those dicks in her, boys!"
The men needed no further urging. Both of them were hot enough by now to have fucked Laurel even if everyone in the room had been trying to stop them from doing it. They worked their pants back on over their jutting cocks and managed to zip them shut. The duo got into the positions they had been in when the camera had been shut off, and the filming resumed.
Lucenta placed his gun against the kneeling Laurel's head, and she managed to register something approximating fear for the camera lens. Hiller opened his fly again and his big hard-on sprang out to wave to a jutting stop right in front of Laurel's mouth. He told her what he wanted and she shook her head, but Lucenta cocked his pistol and the girl "reluctantly" opened her lips.
Hiller shoved half his cock into Laurel's accepting mouth and held his pistol to the other side of her skull as his partner took down his pants and flopped down on the rug next to the cock-sucking redhead. Lucenta told her what he wanted, and Laurel pretended not to want to do it, but Hiller then cocked his pistol, and she swung a leg over the porky cop and let him center his fat, good sized dick in the center of her dripping pussy as she sucked Hiller's cock.
Lucenta yanked downtown on Laurel's trim hips, spearing his thick sword of prick meat up into her grabbing, super-moist cuntal passage. Laurel moaned around Hiller's cock, her tits bouncing wildly as she bottomed against the upraised dick shaft.
"Unnngggghh!" Laurel cooed throatily, enjoying the look of satisfaction on Hiller's face as her tongue tossed his cock around like a matchbox in the open sea.