Paying My Debt

by Violet

My heart was pounding in my chest, the blood rushing and thudding in my ears almost drowning out the sound of the music that was still turned up. The flashing blue and red lights of the highway patrol car filled the inside of my little sports car with the silhouette of the patrol officer that was making his way from his car to mine. Once again I was being pulled over for drunk driving, I could not afford to get my license suspended. Or worse! Go to jail! My tiny little hands flexed against the steering wheel, my knuckles fading in and out of focus in pretty white.

He leaned into my opened window, the smell of his cologne was almost as intoxicating as the kamikaze's I'd been shooting all night at the club. His deep voice was rumbling in my ear, asking me for my license, registration and proof of insurance. Fumbling for it I could feel his eyes sliding down my body, taking in the legs that were toned and looked miles long in the short little mini skirt I wore. I could feel him licking his lips at the sight of my creamy antique ivory hued breasts, high and perky and on display under the shirt I wore that was split down to my navel.  Everything was starting to get a bit fuzzy around the edges as I handed it to him.

A smug grin crossed his dark silhouetted features as I began begging him not to give me a ticket. His hand reached in to take the information from me, the warm skin brushing against my now night chilled form. I tried not to react to the touch, tried to hide the hardening of my pert little nipples under my thin blouse. His dark brown eyes were flicking between my body and a perfunctory glancing at my information. No matter what I said though, that cool exterior that cops were known for was ever present.

My begging continued, getting more and more frantic. I could not afford to go to jail! A grin started to spread across his face, the kind I've seen so often. The smile guys get when they are getting turned on. I could use this to my advantage. I grinned back up to him, drawing his eyes down to my legs as I shifted in the driver's seat.  "Maybe we can work something out Officer Evans?"

That grin turned wicked and my heart started pounding hard for a different reason. He was attractive enough even though he was older than I was. I guessed he was in his mid-30s. His hair was a warm honey brown, his eyes a rich hazel. He was well built and tall, much taller than I was, around six foot five. I bit my lower lip, smiling up to him.

"Oh I think we can Violet." He purred as he opened the door to my car and helped me out. The cold night air curled around me making my body alive with sensations. His hands began running up and down my sides as he took a better look at me. "Oh we definitely can."

His movements were quick then, spinning me around and pressing me up against my car. His body was pressing against mine, I could feel his hard cock through his pants. I giggled a little, my tight little ass began swaying just teasingly against him, urging him on. The cold bite of the steel handcuffs followed by the clicking as they were pressed tightly into my delicate little wrists, was like cold water being splashed over me.

 He was leaning in, pressing the cuffs into my wrists and my arms between us. His hard cock, firm and thick in his pants was pressing against my hand as his hips moved in unison with his lips. "You're still going down to the station though Violet...at least until you can prove to me that your debt to society has been paid."

It didn't take much to push me into the back of the cruiser. I begged and pleaded with him the entire drive to the highway patrol station, but he just turned up the volume of the radio and ignored me.

When we finally reached the station I was in tears, fat streaks of eyeliner and mascara were running down my cheeks as he hustled me into the hallway where the holding cells were. The entire station was vacant except for the two of us.  The hallway was so very very long and the sound of my high heels was echoing. He paused in our trek down it, only for a second, never saying a word to me, to grab a small duffel bag before he was pushing me again.

His hand found my ass again as he unlocked a large door and began talking again, beyond the door I could hear more male voices. "You see Violet, I don't take kindly to party girls like you getting away with the shit you do. So we're going to see exactly how much your freedom means to you."

Slowly he began moving me again, into the hallway beyond the door where a single cell was. A single cell filled with three other men. Each one looked at me with hunger in their eyes as Officer Evans set the duffel bag down next to my foot. I began begging him again, fear spiking through me like a freight train. I had no clue what he was going to do but the sight of the rope that was now coming out of his bag scared me to death. My big blue eyes whipped over to the inmates as if to beg them to help but none of them seemed inclined to do anything about my predicament.

He unlocked the cell after ordering the men to stand back. In he pulled me to the middle of the cell where he stopped and looked up. The long length of rope was tossed over a beam high above us. My cuffs were unlocked on one wrist and I was whipped around to face Officer Evans. His grin was mocking as he addressed the men behind him, one hand caressing my soft cheek. "Anything you want from her boys, Miss Violet will supply. The mouth though....that hot little mouth of hers is mine."

His hot lips bore down on mine, ravaging my tender lips with a hard kiss. I couldn't help but kiss him back, the feeling of his hard cock, the firm grip of his hand on my wrist, the way his knee was kicking my legs open and the alcohol still running through my body was too much for me.

Breathless from his kiss I barely protested when he once again cuffed my hands in front of me, looped the end of the rope was knotted into the links between them. Officer Evans laughed as he pushed me backward just slightly enough to make me stumble and began hauling the rope up taut to stretch me out onto my tip toes.

A rush of hands were on my body. Fingers massaged my bare legs. My skirt was pushed up around my waist. My flimsy blouse was torn apart and tossed aside. Calloused fingers began roughly pinching and rolling my hard little nipples as I began to pant with the sensations, desperately begging Officer Evans to stop.

"Ah Violet, if I stop you'll be in a cell with these men. Is that what you want? Do you want to go to jail for driving drunk?" I cried out as a finger ripped my panties away and they joined my ruined blouse. "I didn't think so. So you are going to show these boys and I a good time...or you're going to go to jail. That's all there is to it."

Men began to argue behind me, arguing over who was going to get to fuck me first. Officer Evans laughed and began taking off his bulkier clothes. Someone finally decided not to be bothered with the other two and I was pulled back up against the hard frame of a man's body. His hard cock through his jeans bit into my tender flesh as fingers began working at my waxed bald pussy.

"Look the drunk little whore is already wet for us. Aren't you whore?" A voice asked hotly into my ear.

"Y-Yes." I admitted in shame. His fingers were stroking up and down my pussy, and the more he stroked the wetter I became. I could smell the sweet scent of my cunt filling the small room we were in.

A laugh was all the response the man gave as his fingers became rougher, wetting themselves in the slick juices of my pussy he began stroking and fondling my clit. I leaned back against him, my arms useless and high above me, to get balance as my head tilted back and I began moaning like the whore he proclaimed me to be.

His fingers kept moving, emboldened by the sound of my hot moans. They traveled up and down the length of my cunt, pinching, stroking, tracing little circles over my clit. My knees were beginning to go weak and when his finger tips dipped into my tight little hole I nearly gasped with the powerful sensation. He was teasing me though, only giving me a single finger where I wanted so much more. That single finger moved in and out, teasing, torturing my hungry pussy.

A mouth, hot and shocking, clamped down on my exposed nipple sucking it in. My eyes flashed open and the head of Officer Evans bobbed into my fuzzy field of vision as he began suckling on my pink nipples. Teeth grazed the tender sensitive flesh and combined with the sensation of the finger dipping and probing my achingly tight depths nearly made me cum right then and there.

The finger slid out though, quicker than I had expected and Officer Evans moved away to ease the tension on the ropes. I was let down a little, and shocked I began to weep my thanks to him, thinking he was letting me go.

He looked at me in mock confusion. "You haven't proved to me you've repaid your debt yet Violet...that is unless you want to go to jail."

"No!" I screamed to him, I definitely did not want to be arrested.

"Good." He grinned like a Cheshire cat. "Then bend over at the waist, whore."

I did as I was told. My firm plump ass now on display for the man who had been standing behind me.

Officer Evans grinned and unbuttoned his pants, letting his enormous eight inch cock spring free from his uniform pants. His fingers entwined in my hair and as if planned, his cock slid into my mouth at the exact same time my poor little puckered asshole was assaulted. The finger, slick with my own cunt juices, began slowly thrusting in and out in time with Officers Evan's cock.  And then a mouth was on my pussy as another man joined the fun.

"Prove to us how much you want your freedom Violet...or even after all this is done...you're going to be arrested." Officer Evans groaned out as he thrust into my throat.

So there it was - pleasure these men....or get arrested.

I leaned forward into Evans cock, my tongue working up and down his enormous length as I began to suck with all I had. With every one of his strokes, I pressed my ass back into the finger that was fucking me, all the while desperately trying not to move my cunt too much so that the man lapping at my clit would still have some. My eyes slid shut as three huge fingers rammed deep into my drooling pussy, stretching me wide around them.  That familiar feeling of satisfaction, that deep yearning washed over me. My skin was alive and I wanted MORE.

My hands strained against the cuffs that held me so uncomfortably. I wanted to take hold of Evans butt and shove his cock further into my mouth. He knew it too; from the laughing grin playing across his features I could tell. He pulled his cock from my mouth and began running the head of it across my lips, taunting me, teasing me with it. Each sizzling touch of his cock to my lips made me whimper with need. I needed to suck his cock, I needed to feel all three of my holes used and abused. I needed to be treated like the whore I was. I jerked forward, chasing his elusive cock, wanting more than life itself to feel the throbbing head of him pushing past my soft pink lips; to feel my tongue ring pressed flat against the bottom of my mouth by his girth.

My movement caused alarm behind me and the man fucking my tiny, cute little pink asshole complained loudly about me trying to get away from him. A resounding crack cut through the cell as his enormous hand slapped down on my round firm ass. I couldn't help it, I couldn't even hold back the moan of pure pleasure that rattled out of my mouth and left me panting. My ass slipped back towards him, taunting him, begging him to slap that perfect heart of antique ivory flesh again. Instead though, everything seemed to stop. The other two men didn't seem to know what to do, as if the other had crossed a line that the other two weren’t sure should have been crossed. As if in this situation there could actually be lines of etiquette.

"What?..She's totally into it! Look!" Protested the man behind me as his cohorts cast him shocked and accusing glares.

The cessation of sensations, the great void of pleasure that was left in the wake of them stopping their torment seemed to stretch on into a maddening eternity. "More....please...more ... please god more!"

It was as if I had, with those few words, sparked some sexual live wire that these men weren't even sure they had had before. Their efforts redoubled and each one of them seemed to be as alive as my skin felt.

The man behind me dipped his hand down and gathered up a few finger fulls of the dripping honey that was dribbling from my hungry pussy. I could hear him groaning as he slathered it across his cock. The head of it, chilled from my own juices pressed against the tight puckered hole that he had earlier been teasing. I groaned deep in my throat, begging, pleading for him to shove it in, deep. He didn't listen though, his hand came down and reddened my ass again. I could feel him shuddering from the impact that slid down the sensitive head of his huge dick. He waited....waited for some unknown cue.

Evans couldn't contain himself either, the sexual tension within the cell had broken and now it washed all four of us headlong into a sea of desire and perversity. His huge cock slid forward, there was nothing holding him back now. He didn't want to tease me anymore. He didn't want to make me beg. He didn't want to hear anything but the gurgled sounds of my pleasure rumbling around the head of his cock. In he plunged, into the warm wet cavern of my waiting, my begging mouth. I felt him slam against the back of my throat as his hand came up and gathered my long black hair around his fist. I could feel him using those silky locks as a leash, guiding my head further and further down his big dick. I was all too happy to oblige. IThe moment his cock slipped past my lips, I was moving. I wanted it, I needed it.. I needed to feel the salve of being used and fucked hard like the cum hungry whore I was. Tight lips wrapped around the head of Officer Evans dick, my tongue stroking, milking his cock as I groaned with every thrust of him into my mouth.

Though it seemed all of them moved independently they all in fact lunged on me at once and the man below me was no exception. His lips came up to wrap around the slippery wet pearl that was now throbbing with desire. H sucked furious, each flick of his skilled tongue causing me to jerk and cry out with pleasure. His teeth soon joined the crazed frenzy, running their pearly length against my sensitive nub, eliciting shuddering groans of passion from within me. His nose was burying itself deep into me, ravenously snorting and snuffling at my scent, as if trying to devour me. And I wanted him to. I wanted him to devour me whole.

The cue that the man behind me had been waiting for was struck and all at once he moved. The man below me moved too. Three fingers plunged deep into my tight pussy as a cock thrust hip deep into me. The sensation of being stretched in both holes caused my head to shoot back, a scream of wild passion ripping through my lips as I strained down on the hand and cock for more. My hips ground down, forcing the hand and cock deeper inside. I burned to feel the stretch everywhere. Wanted to feel my pussy and ass being rendered useless until I returned it to shape with exercise.

The men groaned deeply but Officer Evans was less than pleased. It took him a while to wake Assman from his hip rotating reverie as he came to enjoy the tight warmth of me. A sharp slap was given to my ass in punishment for forgetting the good Officer's pleasure as well.

Slowly, spurred into moving like a race horse, I moved back to take Evans within my mouth again. I was panting, barely even breathing enough to keep my body alive but for some reason I felt more alive, more aware than I had ever before. My lips pulled down to sheath down against my teeth and Evans groaned with approval as I took him deep into my throat again. Again he began to ride my face. Again that hand buried deep in my hair began to pull me up and down his length. Mentally I measured him at a full 8 inches, all eight of which was now sliding deep down into my throat past where I had once upon a time believed my gag reflex to be. Each stroke I could feel the coarse hair of his stomach brushing into my nose. My tongue swirled down around him, tugging, stroking, milking his cock. I felt like I was starving and the only sustenance that could ever fulfill me, could ever sate me was the thick salty brew of his cum.

Though my attention was split between the three, it seemed as though I had three brains all working in unison to bring the best of pleasures from each of the three men. My head bobbed mercilessly upon Officer Evan’s cock, my hips bucked wildly back against the Assman, my pussy flexed and stroked  tightly against Licker's hand. I wanted them all to give me MORE. I needed MORE from them. I wanted so deeply.

Somewhere in the back of my mind I vaguely rembered there had been a fourth but for the moment I seemed not to care all that much. Assman was pumping deeply into me, his thrusts becoming more and more insistent, stretching me wider and wider with each brutal thrust into my tight little asshole. Licker's hand was thrusting up deeper and deeper, another finger had joined the first three by now and I was nearly screaming out in pleasure with each savage twist into me. His mouth wouldn't ease off my clit for a second at all. He was suckling as if his life depended on it, and I was sure if he stopped, my life would cease to exist.

A flick of my eyes up to Officer Evans showed that he was leaned back now, his head lulled backwards as he thrusted deeper and deeper into my hot mouth. I could tell that he would not be long from cumming deep in my throat and I welcomed it, I longed for it. The sight made me work harder for his pleasure. My cheeks puckering inward as I sucked harder than I had before. The ache in my scalp became prominent as I began thrusting down on him faster than he could pull me. I wanted his cum. I wanted to drink from his cock and lap up every last salty drop of it from him.

I was shuddering, held on the precipice of orgasm. Willing my self to hold out for more. Tormenting myself. Longing for just one more stroke. Just one more thrust. Just one more gag on the cock in my mouth. I wanted to feel every last second of whatever these men had in store for me. I never wanted it to end. I wanted to be stretched forever. I wanted to be impaled forever. I wanted to feel them fucking me mercilessly for the rest of my life. I needed it. I wanted it.

"She's...she's about to cum." Licker proclaimed in horse voice and somewhere in the back of my head I just knew that he was using his other hand to stroke off. Part of me was jealous of that hand. Jealous that it would get to stroke his cock instead of my ass, or my pussy, or even my mouth. I wanted so much to feel his cock, I wished I had another hole to accommodate him, or even a hand to stroke him with.

Evans cock began thrusting into me as hard as he could, as if he were trying to fuck a hole straight through my skull. Assman was pumping like it would be his last fuck in his life. Licker bit down harshly on my clit and punched deep into my pussy.

And then it was all gone. My pussy was left feeling hollow and my ass feeling like a sock without a foot. Even Evans had pulled away. My mouth felt sore and angry at being left so abruptly. My large sky blue eyes flicked open, alarmed at the sudden loneliness. I saw them all standing in front of me, dicks in hand. I watched them all with begging eyes, urging them to return to their former positions and to continue fucking me.

They didn't though. They did one better. Hot, sticky, salty ropes of cum began to squirt all over my naked and bound form. Coating me in their hot juices they jerked off every last bit onto me. I desperately began lapping up any that I could get. Whining about the loss of it.

Evans laughed harshly at me and turned to the fourth man who had all the while been filming the four of us. His dick was also out. He stepped up nice and close to me and pushed my mouth open wide with his thumb. I was begging again, this time with simple little groans and grunts as I watched his hand furiously stroke at his cock. He leaned back and came into my mouth. Hungrily I drank it all down. Sucking on his head for the nourishment he gave to me. Slurping every last hot drop he pumped into my mouth.

I kept sucking until he stumbled backwards to get me off of him. Pleading eyes shot back up to Officer Evans and I begged him for more. The other men were zipping up, washing off their hands. Evans tucked his huge cock back into his pants and stepped closer to me, whispering down at me. "No more for you Violet...you've paid your debt for now."

He cut me down and I fell to the ground with a sticky thud sound. I was covered in cum. My hair matted with it. My face crackling with the fast drying liquid. My belly button was filled with it. My round breasts slippery with it. And yet I wanted more.

"Violet? Ma'am? Did you hear what I asked you?" The officer at my car window asked me loudly as everything seemed to uncloud like a dream.

My eyelashes fluttered wildly as I looked around. I was back in my car. We were back at the shoulder of the lonely freeway. Officer Evans was standing at my window, looking up over my information. It had all been nothing more than a fantasy. I felt empty except for a single word. More.

"Did you hear me Ma'am? I'm going to have to give you a ticket for drunk driving." He proclaimed as his eyes flashed over my well toned physique.

My large sky blue eyes turned up to him, glittering with lust and need. "Oh I'm sure we can work out a way for me to work off my debt to society Officer Evans......"

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