Laurel moaned again, feeling as if a flaming knitting needle was being forced up her rectum. The captain had more than half his lengthy dong into her butt now, and he was slowly cramming the rest of it inside her protesting shitter. The relentless, expanding pain kept up until the older man grunted with satisfaction at last, and Laurel felt his nuts slap into her cunt mouth as his dick went hilt-deep into her bunghole.
"Ohhhhh! Jesus, it hurts!" Laurel whimpered, her entire body aching now with the same intensity it had spasmed to joy with a few minutes earlier, when the captain had eaten her.
"Just relax, darling', and let old Cap make it right!" the grey-haired man crooned gently into the girl's ear.
Laurel started to tell him that the only way to make it right was to pull his pecker out of her this minute, but the magic hands were suddenly at work on her titties again and an unexpected, sharp pulse of pleasure coursed through her cunt. The helpless redhead gulped for air and rubbed, her pussy against the rough fabric of the couch back, her clit grinding over the cloth.
"Eeeeeooowwweee!" Laurel screamed as a flurry of mini-orgasms tore from her tits to her clitty, her anus grabbing at the hot meat within it with unsuspected hunger. "That… that's not so… so bad!"
The captain laughed and squeezed her nipples, fucking her tight little ass with bold, hard strokes as he did so. "Of course it isn't, lovely one!" he chuckled. "Now you're getting it! Move that hot little clit of yours against the couch while I bang your sweet ass and play with your jugs!"
Laurel rolled her head in disbelief as the tremendous jolts built within her pussy and ass. The two holes were pumping together, like twin halves of a shared experience, and she was beginning not to care which tiny opening the old man had his cock pounding into!
I'm actually starting to like it! Laurel told herself. Right up my asshole – fucking me like a steam drill – and I'm liking it, really enjoying it!
"Ooooooh! It feels so hot back there!" Laurel cooed, as the feelings sweeping through her grew too strong to ignore. "It feels so hot, so slick, so WRONG back there… but… but I'm, I'm LOVING IT!"
The old man laughed and really pulled hard on Laurel's swollen nipples, knowing that was what she wanted now. The time for gentleness was gone. All the voluptuous redhead wanted now was a hard, unrelenting dick pounding up her backside, driving her erect clit into the couch, a man's fingers clawing and grinding at her bursting breast time!
And the captain was right. Laurel scooted her ample ass back to meet each quick lunge now, gurgling with pleasure as the long cock penetrated her asshole and the momentum drove her into the rough couch.
"Ugh! Ahh! Ohh! Yessss! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me, you wicked old man!" Laurel gasped, her whole body primed to explode into ecstasy under the pummeling attack. "I'm ready! Ready to cum like crazy!"
The old cop groaned, his prick flying in and out of the tightest, slickest asshole it had ever fucked. "Me… me too, baby!" he managed to growl through clenched teeth. "I'm close! So fuckin' close!"
Something snapped in Laurel's lower torso and the roaring wave of orgasmic bliss she had been expecting suddenly washed over her like a overflow of white-hot lava. The rutting girl squealed and shoots her ass even more violently at the thin rapier drilling it.
"Aaaaahhhh! I'm there!" Laurel wailed. "Cum with meeee! Cum in meeeee!"
The captain gave a strangled, helpless cry and gripped down tight on Laurel's heaving tits, his dick buried in her all the way. A spray of steamy jism filled the young girl's bunghole as the old man's nuts contracted. Jets of the slippery, superheated cream boiled up into Laurel from the rear as the older man came and came in her spasming ass.
"Ooooooof!" the climaxing girl whined, the ocean of cock jizz making her already frenetic cum even better.
There were no words, there were no sounds to express the rapt ecstasy Laurel was experiencing, sharing with her boss at the moment. They clung together, hot and sweaty, in awed silence at their mutual bliss.
It was a long, long time before the captain finally pulled his spent cock out of the girl's loving ass, kissed her gently on the cheek, and got dressed to leave.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Well? How are we doing this time?" Dean asked nervously as the captain came into the bar.
The whole group of them – Hiller, Lucenta, Dean, and Laurel – were gathered around a table at the back of the Blue Goose, waiting for the older officer to join them. He had just returned from a meeting with the porno distributors – a screening their latest two efforts. They hadn't taped the meeting this time, the captain having decided not to at the last minute, after he had talked with the distributors to set up the meeting.
The old cop sat down and ordered a beer. He waited until the bartender was out of earshot, then began.
"They bought us hook, line, and sinker!" the captain said, his wrinkled face breaking into a big grin.
The backslapping and congratulations began around the booth and the old man waited for it to end before he finished. "Except that we ain't gonna bust 'em just yet!"
Dean looked thunderstruck. "What do you mean? I say we grab those bastards as soon as they ship the reprints! We've worked a long time to figure out their distribution patterns and to put together the case we've got!"
"Some of us have worked harder than others!" Laurel joked, happy that the whole thing was almost behind her.
The men at the table burst into laughter at the girl's comment. The captain joined them, waiting until all was quiet again before laying out, his new plan.
"What we're going for is much bigger!" the old man whispered confidentially. "These jokers want to make a longer, full color flick with Laurel as the center – er – piece!" The captain stumbled over his poor choice of words. "It's to be distributed nationwide, by a bigger organization. Don't you see, guys? We could do much better than a local, one-state porno ring! We can follow their distribution route and collar the whole fuckin' shootin' match for conspiracy to ship obscene material across state lines!"
The cops sat back, each thinking what part of being a driving force in such a heavy-duty bust would mean to his or her career. No more dispatching for Laurel! the redhead thought excitedly. She'd be a real policewoman, working patrol and everything, maybe!
Dean's eyes were sparkling with visions of getting the captain's job when the old man retired in two years. That was a rapid rise from his present rank of sergeant, but anything was possible for a guy who'd engineered a big time collar like this one. Another big bust in the next two years and who knew? Vice Squad Captain Dean Kennedy, darling of the press! It sounded great!
"Sure, Cap! You call it!" Dean said it for all of them.
The man at the trailer shop was small and not very good looking. Laurel grimaced as she went inside with the captain – with Dean dragging along behind. The little man working the counter smiled at her in a way that let her know that he had seen her three porno loops. It pained the statuesque redhead to think that the ugly, small-statured man had seen and enjoyed her doing all those things with the other cops on the squad.
"They're in the back." The homely man gestured over his shoulder.
The captain led the other two back through the curtain and stopped in front of the seated, sinister looking men in the rear of the shop. The one on the left – the oldest, who seemed to be in control – gestured for the three to come in.
"Well, at last we get to meet the red-haired Goddess who made us all drool so much from her films!" the short, evilly charming man greeted them. "Come, come, my dear, sit next to me. Here."