Hot Sheets (28 page)

"Yes, it does!
This fine specimen identifies me as a member of the male species.
You're done for, Miss! Of course, there might be a way out of
this."

"How?"

"If you were
to allow me to..."

"You're not
having sex with me!"

"Just a little
sex."

"A little
sex?"

"Yes, a quick
fuck."

"If you dare
to..."

"I'll gag you
again and thrown you to the lions unless you shut up!"

"You haven't
got any lions."

"You'd be
surprised by the things they have at Stokepot Towers. Are you a
Christian?"

"Yes, I
am."

"There you
are, then. OK, prepare for a vaginal fucking!"

Widegroin's
neatly closed cunt lips reminded Dave of his first sexual
encounter. It hadn't been behind the bike sheds, as was the case
with most teenagers. His initiation had taken place in a wood
behind the school, and speculating whether his prisoner's pussy was
as tight as that girl's, he climbed onto the bed and positioned
himself between her splayed legs.

"You've got
nicely trimmed pubes," he observed, parting her fleshy sex
hillocks.

"If you
dare..." she began, raising her head and focusing on his purple
plum hovering ominously above her girl slit.

"Don't you
like sex?" he grinned, pushing his knob between her parted pussy
lips.

"This is
against the law!" she protested as his glans entered the heat of
her vaginal sheath. "I'll report you to your superiors!"

"They won't
believe you. Besides, you're a prostitute."

"I am not a
prostitute!"

"Of course you
are, any fool can see that! Blimey, you're tied to a bed, naked, in
a room with handcuffs, a whip, a spanking frame..."

"That's
circumstantial, it proves nothing."

"It proves
everything! If a judge were to come in here and see you like this,
he'd sentence you to ten years for prostitution. He'd more than
likely fuck you first, though."

His shaft
entering her tight pussy hole, Dave impaled the helpless blonde
completely, her rippling sex muscles embracing his solid member,
his balls resting against her warm buttocks. Withdrawing, he
penetrated her lust duct again, her voluptuous body jolting with
his penile thrusts. He'd spunk over her smooth stomach, he decided,
watching his cunny-wet love staff repeatedly emerge and impale her.
Spunk over her stomach and then massage his male cream into her
tits.

"Nice?" he
gasped as he quickened his rhythm.

"No, I don't!
Ah, oh!"

"Yes you
do!"

"No, I... Ah!
Oh, oh!"

"Are you going
to come?"

"No, never!
Ah, ah!"

His heavy
balls slapping her taut buttocks, his ballooning knob ramming her
hot cervix, Dave fucked the trussed policewoman for all he was
worth. Gasping, her long golden locks tousled, her firm breasts
bouncing, she was obviously enjoying the enforced fucking. "God,
you're tight!" Dave gasped. "There's nothing I like more than a
tight cunted policewoman!"

"You're
obscene, talking dirty like that!"

"Don't you
like me talking dirty?"

"Yes, no,
I..."

"What a tight,
hot, wet little pussy-cunt you have! I'm going to spunk up your
beautiful cunt!"

"You're a vile
man! Ah, oh, oh!"

"And you're a
sexy, horny, randy little tart!"

"Oh, I'm...
I'm..."

"Ah! So am
I!"

His sperm
jetting from his pulsating glans, Dave filled the whimpering
policewoman's vagina with his orgasmic cream. On and on he thrust
his cock into her tight cunt, lubricating the enforced vaginal
pistoning to the accompaniment of her cries of orgasmic pleasure.
Spunk oozing from her inflamed sex sheath and coursing down between
her buttocks, she shuddered in her coming, tugging on her bonds as
her body became rigid in lust.

"How are you
getting on?" Mike asked as he led Nancy into the room.

"I'm there!"
Dave cried, making his last thrusts.

"Nancy's
desperate for sex, so I thought it might be an idea if she were to
join you. She's a professional, so look out!"

"Yes, yes!"
Dave breathed, collapsing over the WPC's trembling body as her
drenched pussy expelled his sticky cock.

"Wait a
minute!" Wendy stormed, staring at Dave. "You said that you're from
Scotland Yard!"

"Yes, I
am."

"Then, how
come you know the proprietor?"

"Er..."

"I'm helping
Inspector Bogmouth with his enquiries," Mike chipped in.

"I thought you
said your name was Danger Mann? You're no more a policeman
than..."

"You want to
be careful, he'll book you for insubordination," Mike warned the
flush-faced woman.

Leaping onto
the bed, Nancy rolled Dave over and grabbed his half-erect penis as
Wendy stared in horror at the lewd scene. Taking his sperm-wet plum
into her thirsty mouth, Nancy began her fervent sucking. She was a
randy little bitch, Mike mused, watching her fingers toying with
Wendy's swollen cunt lips. Her ebony hair falling over Dave's
stomach, his rolling balls, she took his knob to the back of her
throat and thrust three fingers deep into Wendy's cunt, confirming
Mike's observation.

Unable to
restrain himself, Mike dragged his solid penis out of his trousers
and settled on the bed beside Wendy. Protesting wildly as he
offered his swollen glans to her mouth, he pressed his knob against
her lips. Would she suck it? he wondered, catching her sparkling
blue eyes. Would she suck him off and drink his gushing spunk?

"Aren't you
hungry?" he asked her, pressing his knob harder against her pursed
lips. "Go on, suck it."

"No, I..."

"There, you
like that, don't you?" he grinned, propelling his plum into her wet
mouth.

"I like this!"
Nancy said excitedly, slipping Dave's penis out of her mouth and
kissing Wendy's dripping vaginal crack. "Mmm, there's nothing I
like more than eating pussy!"

"Christ,
you're a lesbian!" Mike gasped.

"I'm into
whatever I'm lucky enough to find between people's legs!"

Watching Nancy
lapping up Wendy's nectar, her pink tongue glistening, Mike sensed
his knob pulsate. Focusing on Wendy's gobbling mouth, her lips taut
around his shaft, he grinned. Her eyes closed, her tongue running
round his swelling glans, she was obviously in her sexual heaven.
But he still had to come to a decision as to her future, he
reflected. It was one thing having some dirty fun with her, but
another to keep her prisoner indefinitely!

"Drop it!" As
one, the players in the lewd tableau turned their startled eyes
towards the screamed order, the ambushed door. With her feet wide
apart and her knees bent, Belinda was pointing a gun at Mike's
head.

"Drop what?"
he gasped, his eyes widening as he focused on the revolver.

"Anything!
Just drop it!"

"Christ, how
the hell did you get up here? And what are you doing with a bloody
gun?"

"I'm a cop!"
she grinned triumphantly. "When I heard that Stokepot Towers was
under surveillance, I volunteered for the job."

"Under
surveillance for what?" Mike asked. "Suspected multiple
orgasms?"

"We received a
tip-off about Harold Gloom's imminent murder, and I was sent here
to keep an eye on him."

"You're not a
cop!" Mike laughed nervously.

"Yes I am,
I've been in the force for several years now. OK, all move away
from the bed!"

"If you're
here in connection with Harold Gloom, why come up here pointing a
gun at me?"

"I thought the
would-be murderer was lurking up here, waiting to pounce."

"Well, he's
not, so put that bloody gun away! Has your brain taken leave of
your head?"

"I'm a
policewoman, too!" Wendy cried, slipping Mike's cock out of her wet
mouth. "Please, untie me!"

"What's going
on here?" Belinda frowned, eyeing Wendy's dripping cunt slit. "This
place looks like a brothel."

"It is!" Wendy
screamed. "Please, make them untie me!"

"Any one of
you could be the latent assassin. All stand by the bed!"

"Well, I'm
not, I'm a policewoman, like you."

"You look like
a common prostitute to me. All stand by the bed!"

Standing
either side of Wendy's naked body, their penises hanging sadly
limp, Mike and Dave gazed at Nancy as she moved tentatively towards
Belinda. Praying that she wasn't going to do anything stupid, Mike
zipped his trousers, desperately trying to devise a plan. Taking
his chance as Nancy hurled a flying kick at Belinda, knocking the
gun to the floor, he dashed across the room and grabbed his
enigmatic ex.

"Got you!" he
bellowed, holding her arms behind her back. "Some bloody cop you
are!"

"Let me go!"
she screamed hysterically, kicking Dave as he tried to grab her
feet.

"The
handcuffs!" Mike yelled, struggling to hold the desperate woman.
"Get the bloody handcuffs and cuff her ankles!"

Taking the
handcuffs from Nancy and securing Belinda's ankles, Dave helped
Mike cuff her wrists. Putting up a futile fight, Belinda knew her
fate as, gazing at Wendy's drenched vaginal slit, her wet,
protruding inner sex petals, she was marched towards the bed.

"So, Belinda,"
Mike smiled, spinning her round to face him. "What are we to do
with you?"

"I was only
joking!" she giggled nervously. "It was a joke, I'm not really in
the police force."

"Where did you
get the gun from? And how do you know about the Glooms, the
assassination plot?"

"It's a toy
gun, and I overheard Mrs Gloom talking to..."

"A toy?" Dave
echoed, picking the gun up and pointing it at the wall.

"Yes, it's
just a toy."

"It looks real
to me. It's pretty heavy, too," Dave said, pulling the trigger.

"Jesus
Christ!" Mike cried as the gun went off, the bullet embedding
itself in the wall. "Fucking hell!"

"Shit, I could
have killed someone!" Dave yelled, dropping the gun. "Christ, I
could have become a wanted killer on the run within seconds!"

"OK," Mike
grinned, turning to Nancy as Wendy looked on in horror. "Strip our
latest prisoner! It's about time I fucked my ex-wife!"

Struggling as
Nancy ripped the front of her blouse open and exposed her full,
straining bra, Belinda looked down in horror as the red silk cups
were torn away from her trembling body. Her firm breasts on
display, the audience focused on her chocolate-brown areolae, her
delicious, long milk teats. She still had a good body, Mike
observed as Nancy tugged Belinda's skirt down, exposing the
bulging, triangular patch of her red panties. Did she still shave?
he wondered, his cock rising as he waited in anticipation for the
crude unveiling of her cunt.

"Are you
really in the force?" Wendy asked Belinda curiously, raising her
head and pulling on her bonds.

"Yes, I am,"
Belinda replied softly as Nancy tugged her panties down, revealing
her smooth, shaved vaginal lips, her silky-soft mons.

"Very nice!"
Mike praised his ex-wife as her panties were torn in two. "I'm
pleased to see that you still shave! But what are we to do with you
after we've fucked you rotten?"

"Look, I came
here because of the Glooms, Mike," Belinda pleaded, her face
flushing with embarrassment as her delectable swollen labia took
centre stage. "I only came up here because I thought..."

"It's too late
now, Belinda. I mean, you know what's going on here so..."

"I'll forget
what I've seen. Let me go, and I'll say nothing about this."

"But you must
say something!" Wendy snapped. "I'm a policewoman, too! You can't
ignore the fact that they've taken me prisoner! You must..."

"Wait a
minute!" Mike interrupted irritably. "God, there's nothing worse
than two women arguing. I'll decide what to do with you, both of
you."

"Christ,
Mike!" Dave gasped. "Two coppers!"

"One, two, it
doesn't make any bloody difference. Right, Dave, cuff Belinda to
the frame. Upright, not over the bar - I'm going to humiliate the
bitch, degrade her beyond belief."

Watching eagerly as Dave released Belinda's hands and cuffed
each wrist to the tops of the vertical planks, Mike made his plans.
For starters, he'd have Nancy attend his prisoner's naked body,
initiate her into the depraved pleasures of lesbian sexual abuse.
Then he'd fuck her, use her naked body, her tight cunt, and fill
her with his spunk.
A whipping? Yes, might
as well give her the whole treatment
. As
Dave forced Belinda to stand with her feet wide apart, cuffing her
ankles to the frame, Mike ordered Nancy to strip off.

"You're
desperate for sex, so she's all yours," he chuckled as the woman
slipped hurriedly out of her dress. Discarding her bra and ripping
her panties off in her sexual frenzy, she knelt before Belinda and
planted a loving kiss on her feminine fissure.

Tweaking his
ex-wife's long nipples, Mike smiled. "So, how did you get up to
this floor?" he asked, pinching her sex buds harder.

"The fire
escape," Belinda whispered, her face grimacing as Mike painfully
twisted her erect milk buds. "Will you please get that bloody
lesbian away from my pussy?"

"She's
enjoying herself."

"Mike, you
can't..."

"I can do what
I like." Looking down at Nancy as she ran her tongue up and down
Belinda's yawning sex groove, he raised his head and smiled at
Belinda. "This is my hotel, you're my prisoner, so I can do what I
like."

"Mike!" Trudie
cried as she burst into the room and gazed open-mouthed at the
naked prisoners. "Mike, Inspector Dickwipe's here to see you."

"What, again?
Bloody hell, what is it with him? He's got a bloody obsession with
this hotel! OK, I'll come down."