"Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmm," Laurel crooned around the big dick pummeling her lips, opening her throat to the max so that his cock could sheathe itself fully within her throat on every up-stroke.
Dean gave the girl an answering howl of unreal satisfaction and increased his stimulation of her cunt. His tongue flew over her pink furls, darting inside, and then flicking her engorged love bud until Laurel's flaming pussy was slapping desperately against his mouth and chin in search of the final, total release it sought so frantically.
The wily vice cop knew what the young girl needed and he gave it to her. Quickly lubing his middle finger in the river of slippery cunt juice flowing from Laurel's pussy, Dean rammed it all the way into the girl's clasping asshole in one unrelenting thrust.
"Urrrrggcgghhhh!" Laurel groaned with pain as his finger pierced her previously unviolated back entrance.
"Be calm, sweet pussy, be cool!" Dean murmured, kissing the girl's sticky, sodden cunt lips all around with fleeting butterfly-like love pecks. His tongue flicked out and caressed her clit as he nuzzled her.
"Ummmmmmm!" Laurel sighed, confused by the man's tender treatment of her super-heated pussy-mouth, coupled with his savage finger-rape of her sensitive ass.
The confusion started to melt away when Dean began licking the girl's stiff clit in long, slow strokes, while moving his finger in and out of her gripping asshole in perfect time. Laurel's whole body felt like it was melting! The sensations caused by her lover's cuntal and anal penetration were so hot they threatened to set Laurel's voluptuous young body ablaze with all consuming cum-fire.
"Unnnnnnghhhh! Ahhhhhhhh!"
Laurel gurgled and moaned in utter bliss, her head whipping down onto Dean's thick staff to vibrate and massage it as the climax built to frenzied heights in the girl's pussy and butt.
The inexperienced redhead hadn't known that her asshole could play a part in her orgasm, but she was certainly learning it now. Her twin holes were suddenly grabbing and spasming as one, tearing frantically at the finger and tongue that plunged in and out of them, screaming for the cum that both needed so desperately.
Laurel's whole body shook with unholy desire and her backside wriggled like a snake over the hot mouth and unyielding finger that were jolting her to nearer paradise with each undulating roll of her full hips. The girl's head was a blur on Dean's upraised prick, her lips milking and suctioning his hard pillar of manhood with an almost maniacal furry, her throat opening wide to accept every last inch of her the stiff prick, her tongue slashing and batting at it as it pushed into her soft, sucking lips again and again.
All at once, Laurel felt the rumble of Dean's moan deep in her pussy sheath and she saw his big nuts give a mighty jerk. An explosion went off in her lower half at that moment, and she screamed with joy and nearly drowned in a jet of splashing cum at the same time.
"Unnngh! Ulllp! Guuuul!" The spunk-deluged girl gulped as the cock in her jaws poured wad after wad of hot, heady jism into her mouth and down her throat.
Laurel swallowed and swallowed the creamy, slippery load as it burst forth in what seemed like a never-ending white river of salty man juice. The wonderful depravity of what she was doing to Dean's cock made the fierce orgasm raging through the young girl's cunt seems even more intense. Waves of fiery cum contractions ripped through Laurel's ass and recoiled across into her violently clasping cunny as Dean groaned out his joy into her pussy well and rammed his finger in and out of her ass like a piledriver.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm!" Laurel gave a last, contented groan of sheer ecstasy as her cunt bathed Dean's mouth with a final spray of hot cunt juice.
The totally wrung-out girl sucked the last spurt of cum from her lover's rapidly lowering cock and swallowed it as the once stiff pecker slid slowly out of her mouth. Laurel sighed with the completeness of her climax and lay her head on Dean's hairy thigh.
"God, that was almost as great as fucking!" the tired redhead murmured, feeling Dean's finger ease out of her ass and his tongue cease its constant movement in her cunt.
"You know it, baby!" the equally winded man panted. "And next time will be even better, you'll see!"
"N-Next time?" Laurel stammered. "Sure," Dean muttered, his tongue resuming its gradual, maddening stimulation of the girl's clit. "I won't cum so fast!"
The man's cock was lifting, stirring already before Laurel's amazed eyes. She smiled and licked her lips and opened her mouth.
CHAPTER FOUR
The group of them sat excitedly in the van, looking at the innocent-looking tailor shop across the street through the surveillance panels lined with one way glass. Lucenta had a camera set up behind one of them, and Dean was monitoring a tape recorder near another.
Laurel crouched down between the two men and watched the front of the tailor shop intently. She knew that inside the shop, men she didn't even know and never wanted to meet – awful, ugly men who made and distributed porno films for a living – were viewing her and Dean in their torrid coupling. Men she loathed were watching Dean fucking her brains out!
The idea disgusted her, as she had known it would. But it also gave Laurel's body an unnatural, glowing feeling as she thought about what the men were seeing, what they were saying about her naked tits and her tight, nicely rounded bottom… and that threatened her! It threatened to show her something about herself that she had always feared and rejected, and she longed for the screening session to be over, so that she could put her fears away again.
"Well?" she asked Dean, somewhat irritably. "Soon!" he told her, the thrill of the hunt showing in his eyes. "The movie just ended. They're talking to the Cap right now about the deal! We're gonna nail those fuckers, doll! I just know it! Who can resist you in the nude? Those apes just about swallowed their cigars when they saw that fantastic body of yours in the raw!"
"Didn't we all?" Lucenta commented from his camera.
Laurel looked up and saw the heavy-set cop looking at her as if he could see right through the light spring outfit she had on. The redhead blushed as crimson as her curls and turned away. Damn, she wanted this to be over!
"Fuck!" he whispered softly, to no one in particular.
"What's wrong?" Laurel asked, a feeling of dread that she really couldn't explain creeping slowly over her.
"Those assholes want at least three loops of you in action, before they'll deal!" Dean said dejectedly. "They want more guys involved in the other two, classier settings – they said our first one was cheapo looking – and more varied action! They'll buy this one okay, but only if the other two are better. The bastards say that the guys who view these things will buy everything they can get on a girl if she really gets 'em off. So they want to have some inventory to sell if you really catch on – and they are SURE you will!"
Laurel sat back next to Dean and sighed. She didn't know what to do now. The Cap and Dean had really risked a lot on this project already, a lot of man-hours and departmental budget to explain to their superiors if it didn't jell. If they succeeded, it would be promotions for everyone, probably. If they quit now and failed…
"What ya thinkin' about?" Dean asked softly.
"I'm thinking we're in too deep to quit now, Laurel had no trouble in sounding as dejected as Dean."
"I think you're right," Dean answered.
He turned to Hiller, another squad member who was pretending to read the paper in the front seat. Hiller was the driver/lookout.
"Okay," Dean told him. "Let's break it off and head for the Goose. The Cap's gonna meet us there. We got some heavy planning to do!"