"Idiots got roaring drunk, congratulating themselves on the job they did on this film, while you were in cleaning up!" the older cop said disgustedly. "Kids! They get a little good lovin' and a snootful and they pass out like a bunch of well fed pups."
Laurel smiled. Fucked 'em all to sleep! she told herself proudly. Wouldn't, have thought myself able to screw even ONE of them that well just a few days back!
"Well, okay, Cap, I guess you're elected!" Laurel said to the tall, craggy man at her side.
"Well let's go!" Captain Peters smiled, a twinkle in his grey eyes as he escorted the stunning strawberry blonde out the door and to his unmarked patrol car.
In minutes, he had her to the door of her own modest apartment and, out of simple courtesy, Laurel was inviting the older man inside. To her surprise, he accepted.
"Maybe just a small nightcap," the senior officer smiled as he stepped inside. "Nice place!"
Laurel smiled at the compliment, knowing it was outright flattery. Her studio apartment was small and the building was old, but she had done the best she could to make it attractive.
"Bourbon and water okay?" Laurel called from her broom-closet-sized kitchen. "It's all I've got!"
"Well, then, it's perfect!" the captain called back jovially, clearly feeling the liquor he had already consumed.
Laurel brought the two drinks into the living room and joined her superior on the small couch that made into her bed. She handed the captain one and sipped the other.
"Cheers!" the pretty redhead toasted. "Cheers!" Captain Peters clinked his glass with hers and merrily tossed down half of the strong drink.
The older officer grimaced, then smiled as he swallowed the burning liquor. He leaned forward on the couch, looking at Laurel with undisguised admiration.
"You mix a damned strong drink, just the way I like 'em!" the captain smiled at the girl. "Just the way my late wife stirred 'em! Damned fine woman, just like you, my dear!"
"Thank you, Captain!" Laurel blushed, not knowing what the older man was leading up to, but suspecting.
"Yeah, she was built like you, when she was young!" the older officer went on. "Of course, she wouldn't do some of the things you do in the sack… we weren't raised that way back then… but I bet you could do some of the things she liked to do! Even though I might not be so young and energetic now, in my declining years."
Ten days ago, Laurel would have been repelled by the older man's thinly cloaked proposition. The thought of doing anything sexual with a man old enough to be her father would have been utterly distasteful to the near virgin police dispatcher.
But the recent uninhibited, unending bout of sexual education Laurel had experienced during her movie career seemed to have unbalanced her somehow. She actually found herself wondering what the old fellow had in mind. She felt her thoughts straying to the length of his cock. Was it a big one? Was it as thick as Lucenta's had been?
The sexy thoughts flitting through the girls' brain grew hotter as she sipped more of the strong bourbon and tried to guess what lewd behavior the elderly Captain had in mind. The older man sensed her indecision and forced the issue.
"You needn't be frightened, you know, Laurel," he whispered, slipping one hand over her ample tits, feeling the big mounds through Laurel's thin sweater and brassiere. "I'd be very gentle with you, not like those other boys; young men are too eager, too much in a hurry to cum, themselves. Old duffers like me have been down the chute a good many times before, if you get my meaning. We really take the time to please a girl!"
Laurel had to admit, the older man's hand was wonderful on her jutting globes. The captain seemed to know just how much pressure to use on her sensitive tits to really turn her on – and he was working through a couple of thicknesses of cloth! Laurel shuddered as she thought how good he might be if he had her naked, like the other men had!
The man felt her tremble and acted quickly, setting his empty drink down on the table so that he had both hands free to operate. The captain moved closer to Laurel on the tiny couch and put both hands on her lusty knockers.
"Ohhhh, you ARE something!" Laurel cooed as he stroked her hot spikes right through the cloth in a way that completely fired her dying pussy into a roaring blaze again in a few seconds.
Laurel thought she had gotten enough sex to last her a week earlier in the evening, but the older man's hands gliding, feather-light, across her billowy mounds made her reconsider. She didn't try to stop him as he reached under her sweater and undid her straining bra. The old man proved agile too, catching both of her bouncing tits in a grasping palm as they sprang free.
"Ahhhh! Young titties… is there anything as soft, yet firm and tight, as a pair of young, nubile titties?" the captain asked rhetorically as he began to rub the now accessible nipples gently between his fingers.
"Ohhhhhh!" Laurel sighed, incredible charges of tit-tightening fury shooting through her big boobies. "Yesssss! Just like thaaaaat! Do 'em just like thaaaaaaat!"
Laurel lay back on the couch and let the man caress her sensitive mounds as much as he wanted, reveling in the beautiful feelings his strong, yet tender fingers were producing in her rapidly firming tits. Before she knew it, the sweater was pushed up below Laurel's chin and Captain Peters' mouth was on her left tit as his hands moved to her right.
The first touch of the older man's mouth to Laurel's easily stirred breast tip sent a ripple of pleasure clenching through the left side of her chest. The heady thrill echoed and reverberated through her right nub, encouraged and amplified by the man's expertly squeezing fingers on her right nipple. The girl's whole torso was engulfed by hot flashes of tit ecstasy as the man sucked and licked and kneaded her to a quick, violent breast-cum.
"Aghhhhh! Oooohhhhhhhh!" Laurel groaned and writhed beneath the captain's benevolent oral assault, climaxing over and over again to his tender mouth urgings and finger manipulations.
Most men might have been content to stop there, Laurel realized vaguely, her mind too preoccupied with the wondrous sensation of orgasming, without even having her overflowing cunny touched, to think clearly. But the captain seemed to want to wring every last thrill possible out of Laurel's statuesque body. He kept licking her titties, changing from breast to breast now, as his fingers crept down onto her thigh and slowly pushed her skirt up around her waist.
Laurel was on the edge of another cum as he tantalized her. She wanted him to yank her panties down and jam his fingers into her weeping slit, the way a younger man might have, to finish her off in a frenzy of savage finger-fucking.
But the older man was slow, meticulous. He toyed with the girl's thin undergarment, teasing her aroused clit through it with his fingernails, causing the muscles in the back of Laurel's pretty legs to tighten like a sprinter's as she bucked her ass up off the couch in search of the climax her body needed so desperately.
"Ughhhhh! Ohhhhh! Oh, God! Finger me!" the frantic twenty-year-old begged. "Suck my hot titties and finger up my pussy, pleeeeease!"
The captain chuckled at her agonized longings. "Will you let me fuck you any way I want if I make you cum again?" he asked in a throaty whisper.
"Yes, yes! I swear!" Laurel panted, the very idea of a cock entering her frenziedly hungry cunt driving her even crazier with desire. "Fuck me! Fuck me now! Fuck my brains out, Captain darling!"
The older man laughed again and tugged on the girl's sopping panty crotch. Laurel cooed with delight and raised her tits off the couch so that he could skim her panties off her trim, lengthy legs.
"My cock comes later for you, little girl!" he promised, slipping from the couch to a kneeling position in front of the moaning redhead, his eyes boring into her pretty, red-fringed honey hole. "But you cum now… I promise you that!"