Amy: undercover

"You're so funny Manuel!" Amy giggled. "That's me baby. Funny as shit!" he grinned. His hand came down to cup her behind and she giggled again and scampered away. "Uh Uh Uh." she laughed, waving her finger at him. He sighed and smiled back, not altogether happily.

Amy let her eyes open further, playing the part of the dumb blonde to the hilt. She had been playing it for almost a week now, trying to lure Manuel and the people she knew were behind him, into grabbing her.

She sighed inwardly and adjusted the top of her bikini. It was a thirty six cup, a size too small for her thirty eight inch chest. They hadn't told her police work would be like this when she'd enrolled in the academy four years ago.

This assignment called for coming on to Manuel. She was supposed to be a dumb blonde bimbo after all. The problem was that a real blonde bimbo would have dropped her panties for Manuel by now, and Amy had no intention of doing that.

Manuel was used to easy women, and found her holding out somewhat confusing, as well as a challenge. He'd been trying to get her into bed almost since she'd met him, sometimes quite forcefully. If they didn't get him for kidnapping soon they were liable to get him for rape.

Not that he wasn't absolutely gorgeous, she sighed. Six feet tall, with long dark hair, a muscular physique, and a face that almost made her want to spread her legs whenever he came near.

Under normal circumstances… But this wasn't. There were a lot of eyes around, and besides it would look pretty bad in court if it turned out she'd screwed the bastard!

Still she was lucky to make detective so early while most of her classmates were driving around in blue and whites. She hadn't once been assigned to street patrol, her looks had seen to that. Although she'd been nineteen when she'd graduated, she could still pass for sixteen or seventeen and had been sent into high schools posing as a student.

She'd done very well, though she detested being back in high school so soon after leaving it. But the vice squad needed young looking cops to infiltrate the drug rings that ran rampant in the high schools and couldn't very well use veterans for that.

This job was a real break. She was out of the high schools, and working for the major case team. Manuel was suspected of being involved in the disappearance of a number of young teenage girls over the last months, all of whom joined his modeling agency shortly before disappearing without a trace.

The NYPD believed the place was a front for a white slavery ring, and needed a pretty, young looking officer to infiltrate it. Amy had volunteered.

Even now, a half dozen officers surrounded the Mansion where this little pool party was being held, hoping she'd be grabbed there so they could follow her to Manuel's bosses.

She was wearing a small locket that was a tracer the police could follow, another one was in her watch. They were taking a chance of course, but they had tried everything else.

She smiled stupidly as one of Manuel's men walked past her and patted her on the behind. "Bunch of cretins." she muttered to her drink. She delayed and wandered around the pool, giving Manuel and his friends every opportunity to kidnap her. Unfortunately, they stubbornly refused. At last she decided they weren't going to bite and called it a day.

"Well?" She looked up at Lieutenant Cooper as their cars met at an intersection several blocks away. "Nothing." she sighed.

"Shit. what's with those guys anyway? "I don't know sir."

"Well go home and we'll try again tomorrow" "Hey Amy!"

Her eyes narrowed as she shifted her gaze to Frank Morgan. He held up a camera with a telephoto lens. "We got some great pictures of you in your little bikini!" he leered. "We're gonna auction em off later."

"Up yours Morgan." she glared.

"You two knock it off! You're supposed to be adults." Cooper said sternly. "We'll see you again tomorrow Amy." he said. She nodded and they drove off in different directions.

She was mad at herself, for failing to tempt Manuel into grabbing her. This was her big break with the department. She was getting to old to pass as a teenager, and if she didn't manage to make full detective soon, she'd wind up in a patrol car somewhere, breaking up domestic fights.

She parked the car outside her condo and walked up the stairs to her apartment. She stopped to check her mail, opening it as she walked. Another letter from her Mother! That woman! She called Amy every second day on the phone, and still had to send her a letter every week!

She couldn't understand why Amy wasn't married to a Lawyer and pushing out babies by now. Amy sighed and leafed through the rest of her mail as she unlocked her door. All bills, except for a come on that said she had already won a million dollars, maybe. She snorted and pushed the door closed behind her.

She flicked on the TV as she passed, then went into her room to change. She donned a pair of black silk pajamas and then went into the kitchen.

Normally she'd have made something to eat, but she'd eaten so much at the party she wasn't hungry. She pulled a bottle of spring water from her fridge and then went back into the living room to watch the news.

She grinned at the image she presented. A real yuppie! She shook her head. It wasn't that long ago she was in danger of being arrested herself. She used to run with a pretty wild bunch, that was always getting into trouble.

The only trouble she'd been caught for had been a little shoplifting that had been erased from her record when she'd turned eighteen.

Still, she remembered the wild parties, the drugs and sex, and multicolored, multi shaped sexual partners she'd had. One time, her Mother had come home early from work and found Amy on the living room floor with a couple of boyfriends.

She'd been on her hands and knees. Johnnie Welsh was kneeling naked behind her, his hot prick sliding in and out of her cunthole. Mark Spencer had been in front of her face, cock buried to the balls in her sucking, slurping mouth.

What a screaming mess that had been. Amy had only just managed to avoid being sent to a convent school in the mid-west, and had been grounded for three months. She'd certainly reformed since then.

An hour later, she was checking the television schedule when the doorbell rang. She looked up in irritation. She didn't feel like visitors just now. She sighed, and got up, moving across the plush rug to the door.

She opened it a crack, with the chain still on, and peeked out. It was Manuel!

"Hello Rebecka." he smiled.

"Manuel! What are you doing here?" she stammered.

"I got bored and decided to do some work. I thought I'd come and see you about a modeling assignment for tomorrow"

"Come come." he said impatiently, holding up a folder. "This is a major national magazine." Amy considered. She wished she had time to call the station, but she'd blow her cover if she didn't let him in at once.

"Come on in." she smiled, closing the door and pulling the chain off.

Manuel walked in slowly, looking around at the little apartment. "Very nice." he commented. "Thank you." Amy responded.

Manuel went over to the couch and sat down. "Would you like something to drink?" Amy queried. "Yes, a bourbon please if you have it. Amy shook her head.

"Scotch?" she asked.

He shrugged and nodded.

"So what is the shoot?" she asked from the kitchenette.

"Bathing suits." he called back.

"You have a wonderful body, as you reminded me today. I know you will look fabulous."

"It sounds great!" she said with false enthusiasm, handing him his drink and sitting down next to him. He opened the folder. Inside was a magazine devoted almost exclusively to beautiful women in swimsuits.

She leafed through the pages as Manuel sipped on his drink and watched her.

"When is the shoot?" she asked. "Tomorrow, for a week."

Uh oh.

She scanned the pages in dismay. The swimsuits were for the most part pretty skimpy. Many were of the tonga variety popular in South America, others had little more than g-strings for bottoms. There was a large section of lingerie, most of which was practically, if not entirely see through.

"Umm… Tomorrow?" she stammered.

"Yes, we'll go out to a warehouse on Long island. There are backdrops there that will make it appear you are in Hawaii or something.

"Will I… umm… be wearing these kinds of things?" she pointed at a buxom brunette wearing a nearly invisible teddy, that left nothing to the imagination.

He nodded. "Partly, as well as the suits." "Great! Great!" she gushed, trying to pretend excited, but imaging her pictures with everything hanging out, on display in the stationhouse. Then Manuel leaned closer, his arm going around her. He smiled, his eyes narrowing. "You will look wonderful and sexy." he breathed. His hand slid up and down her side, fingers siding lightly across the sides of her breasts.

"I… I don't know Manuel…" she murmured. His face nuzzled her throat, and he kissed her lightly. His other hand slid up the silken fabric of her leg towards her groin.

Before she could stop him his hand was between her slightly spread thighs, cupping her crotch through the thin fabric. A shot of electric heat shot up into her body, making her gasp in shock.

"M… Manuel!" she protested, her hand going down to his, trying to shove it away, her mind, already whirling through possible excuses to get her out of the photo shooting, now reeled from the sudden flaring heat in her loins.

His other hand was now squeezing her breast, sending waves of rolling sexual turmoil through the blonde's spinning brain.

His mouth was at her throat, biting, sucking, kissing. His hand rubbed and squeezed at her crotch, sending her guts into a shivering frenzy.

She should stop him… she had to…

But her body refused to recognize this. Her head fell back, sending her breasts thrusting out as her body trembled in the throes of sizzling sexual passion.

"Oh… God… Manuelllllll!" she groaned.

Her hand, over his was now pushing rather than pulling as she humped her groin up against his fingers.

Manuel pulled his hand loose, but only momentarily.

She felt his fingers slide beneath the elastic waistband of her pants, felt it's dry warmth move down over her abdomen, and onto her cunt, he squeezed his fingers together, making her gasp in pleasure.

They fell backwards on the couch, Amy's legs spreading of their own volition. That hand! It was doing incredible things to her. Her entire crotch blazed and pulsed with sexual need. Spasms swept through her groin, her guts roiling and churning.

A small part of her mind was yelling, pleading, worrying about the case, about the danger. It was overwhelmed by the sexual flurry enveloping her body.

Manuel's hands came free, they grabbed the front of her pajamas top and tore it open, exposing her round swollen breasts, and hot hard nipples. His hands gripped her sides under the arms, pulled her chest up to him, to his face.

She moaned, her eyes closing as his mouth locked around her furiously erect nipple. His lips encircled it and closed, his breath drawing it inward, up into his mouth. His teeth nipped her lightly, then harder.

He slid off the couch, down on to his knees between her sprawled legs. His mouth sliding downward off her breasts, down her silken belly and over her abdomen. He slid her pants down her legs and off, throwing them into a far comer.

He eyed her damp warm pussy with hungry eyes, his hands going around her legs, pulling her ass closer to the edge of the couch, shoving her legs up and back. His tongue flicked out. It touched the bottom of her lightly furred pussy slit, then slowly, and firmly pressed into the flesh and moved upward along her slit.

Amy's breathing was coming fast and furious. Her ass ground writhed on the couch as she sought to push herself up against his face. Her hands went behind her head, stretching, bowing her body up and out as one of Manuel's hands slid up onto her breast again and squeezed.

Manuel pushed his tongue into her, driving it up into the moistness of her narrow cavity. He scooped out a wad of girl juice, and drank it down. His tongue slid up and down around her slit, not touching the clit, driving her higher and higher without relief.

Then he seized her clitty between his lips and squeezed, sucking and chewing fiercely. Amy squealed in response, humping against him and crying out in orgasmic release as ecstasy screamed through her belly.

Her ass bounced up and down as Manuel continued to manipulate the center of her fiery volcano, continued to drive her through a whirling hurricane of rippling climactic sensations.

Then she collapsed, her mind and body totally spent by the sizzling release of energies. Manuel smiled grimly. He stood up then leaned over. His arms slid around the hapless blonde, under her back and legs, and he lifted her into the air.

Amy's body hung limp in his arms, as if dead.

Her head hanging back, eyes almost closed, mouth open. Only the heaving of her magnificent chest, and the gasping breathing from her mouth showed her to be alive.

Manuel carried her across the room and into the bedroom. He set her down gently on the bed, then stood back, admiring her beauty with a shake of his head.

He dropped his jacket onto a chair, pulled his t-shirt up and flung it onto the jacket, then kicked his shoes off and slid his pants down to stand there naked, his thick cock rigid, and straining outward.

Amy was stretching and sighing, starting to come back down to earth. He didn't give her a chance. He dropped atop her, his groin fitting smoothly against hers, his penis pressed between their bellies.

His mouth sought hers, locked there. His tongue shot into her mouth, twining with hers. His hands caressed the hot skin of her breasts, squeezing, kneading. He humped against her crotch, sliding his penis upward along her belly. Amy groaned in pleasure.

His hand held his penis, pressed it's tip against her oozing cunt entrance. Amy's legs spread further in response. Then he entered her, his prong driving down into her body, moving and burrowing through the center of her abdomen. Amy could feel every inch of it moving inside her.

He hit bottom, pulled back, then pushed forward again. He ground his loins into hers, jabbing his prick around inside her belly. He pulled his ass upward, tearing most of his cockpole free of her sucking depths, then lunged downward, driving back balls deep.

Amy's arms went around him, her groin humping up to meet him as he began stroking into her. He slapped her arms away, pushing them above her head, holding her wrists there locked together in one hand.

Then his hands drew hers apart, his fingers interlaced with hers as he jerked her hands widely apart. He pulled his body upward, off her, suspended only by his feet and hands.

He began thrusting downward, his rigid cock pistoning in and out of her gaping fuck hole. Amy lunged upward, jamming her groin up onto his pole as it drove downward. His balls slapped against her ass as she bent her legs tightly, her feet flat on the bed next to her ass, shoving her crotch upward.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she gritted. Her legs swept around him and locked about his back, pulling him downward. Manuel released her hands, grabbed her legs and jerked them up onto his shoulders.

He pressed forward, shoving her legs back against her chest, her knees touching her ears as he hammered his body down against her, driving his cock down her swampy fuck tunnel.

He pulled out, his cum soaked prong sliding out of her body, her cuntmouth squeezing closed with an almost audible snap. He held his boated cock head against her wet slit, then thrust forward, driving it down deep into her body, his hips crashing against her buttocks, making her grunt in pain and pleasure.

He slid out of her again, poised at her entrance, and then rammed down balls deep. Each time, he showed his total possession of her, each time, his cock held for a second outside her, then slammed down into her silken depths.

Each new penetration brought a gasp of wonder from the blonde. Each penetration brought a shiver, a trembling of her body that made her limbs twitch uncontrollably.

She came, a long satisfied groan of release coming from her open mouth.

Manuel thrust into her again, then began stroking, pistoning, pumping his steel hard prick in and out of the hot, spastic, clutching fuckhole between her legs.

She came again, her eyes rolling back in her head as the flooding sensations tore through her hapless frame.

Manuel was in a steady, even pace, his tool sliding easily in and out of the girl as his buttocks rose and fell, rose and fell, rose and fell.

Amy came again, her cunt rippling with sexual energy as his thick fuckmeat slid in and out of her minute after minute.

Manuel dropped her legs. He gripped her arm and turned her over onto her belly. Amy gurgled senselessly, her sodden pussy almost bubbling with her fuck juices, her body slick, almost glistening with perspiration, her hair a damp tangled mess.

Manuel pulled her legs far apart and lay atop her, his prick fitting between her soft ass cheeks. She groaned with the weight atop her, her arms lay above her, weakened and helpless by the cums that had rippled through her body.

He rose slightly, his fingers enfolding his gleaming cum-oiled shaft. He held the tip to her crinkled, sweat slickened anus, and then pushed downward, ignoring the feeble, mewls of protest from the dazed blonde.

Amy cringed in pain as his pulsing fuck spear drove downward, shoving aside all resistance, ramming past her assmouth and sliding into her moist sucking rectum.

She whined, her hands flopping, batting uselessly against the bed. Her toes curled, her legs straightened and twitched. Manuel pressed down, impaling her, skewering her tiny asshole with his thick fuck pole.

Amy felt his cockhead going down into her, felt it's progress down the length of her ass tube, felt it hit something, something deep inside her, it hurt.

He pulled back, an inch, then two, then rammed forward again, hitting the whatever, and driving past, or through, bringing a pain like a terrible cramp to her guts.

Manuel felt his balls touch her skin, the skin around her ass mouth. His balls felt good against her sweating skin. He rested there atop her, the girl pinned like a butterfly, his long fuck spike driven deep into her guts.

His teeth fastened on her neck, and bit, his lips sucking.

He pushed himself up, drawing his tool out of her, inch by inch, then he kicked his legs aside and dropped back down, his prong slashing down the length of her anus, embedding itself in her steaming body.

Her body trembled, a groan of pain escaping her. Her asshole was afire with hurt, burning with the tight fullness of his throbbing cock.

He bit her ear, hard, making her yelp in pain. His hands pushed down, and he pulled his cock up. Now he began to stroke. Her rectum was tight, incredibly tight, slowing him, threatening to tear the skin loose from his prick as he pulled it in and out.

Slowly he built up speed, lengthening his strokes, ripping his prick in and out of the tiny hole, his cockhead mashing and crashing against her bowels, pulping her guts with it's steady pounding force.

Amy thrashed beneath him, snivelling and sobbing as the cockpole thudded down into her again and again.

His hands were on her shoulders, shoving her into the bed as he held his chest off her, and started tearing his oily fuckwand in and out of her. His hips drove down furiously, his buttocks clenched as he reamed her out.

Amy's head lashed from side to side as his hips slapped into her meaty buttocks with hard repeated blows that resounded throughout the small room.

For several minutes, the only sounds to be heard were Manuel's grunts, Amy's gasps and sighs, their harsh rapid breathing, and the repetitive SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!, of his skin into her smooth, white asscheeks.

Amy felt herself rising, climbing, clawing upward into the swirling twisting vortex of sexual passion that shattered all else. Her lower body, bruised, and battered, trembled with a fiery sizzling power that built higher and higher.

She shuddered, gritting her teeth against the sheer force of it.

She felt Manuel's teeth chewing at her earlobe, his breath hissing against her as he pumped his cock into her asshole. Then she heard his voice, groaning-"Take my cock!" he groaned.

"Bitch!"

"Fucking whore cop!"

"Take my prick you cop slut!" he hissed.

There was an explosion somewhere deep inside the dazed girl. A raw shattering eruption of power and sensations that ripped through her from head to toe. Convulsions racked her body as she blew into a raging tearing series of blinding orgasms.

jagged bolts of electricity rippled up and down her body. A clamouring screeching whirlwind of noise roared through her mind as her nerve endings were overloaded and seared by endless crackling starbursts of ecstasy.

Manuel grunted, driving his bloated prong far up her guts, and then arched his back and firehosed a continuous spray of hot white jism into her hot sucking asshole.

"Ahhhhh, what a whore you'll make cop! What a hot, sucking little piece of cuntmeat!

Suddenly his arm slid around her and something sharp stabbed her in the side. She struggled briefly, waves of nausea and dizziness quickly overcoming her and sending her dropping into blackness.

When she woke up, she found herself in the back seat of a car travelling quickly down a deserted back rode. She shook her head in confusion, looking blearily around.

"Hello sleeping beauty." a voice said. She turned to find a tall, muscular man sitting next to her on the seat. He grinned down at her lewdly as she looked up at him.

"Feeling better?"

She tried to move her hands and found they were handcuffed behind her. The car continued to bounce along until it came to a small building set in the middle of a clearing. The car stopped and the man beside her got out pulling her out by the arm.

They walked into the building, Amy still fuzzy and weak from whatever had been done to her. There was an enormously fat man sitting at one of the desks. He was wearing a uniform she didn't recognize.

"Looky here Boss." the man next to her said gleefully.

"This here is a Police Detective."

"Is she now Charlie?" the man said contemptuously. He had a deep thick voice that made it hard for Amy to understand him.

Charlie flung her into a chair next to the man's desk.

"Don't think much o' cops." he said with a glare on his face.

"You don't think much at all I bet." Amy gasped. "I want your opinion I'll ask it!" he roared. His hand swooped out and cuffed her on the side of the head, sending her sprawling out of the chair and onto the floor.

Charlie picked her back up roughly and pushed her onto the chair again.

"What's yer name girl?" the boss demanded. "Rebecka Connors." she said angrily.

Charlie grabbed a fistful of her tangled hair and jerked her head up and back, making her cry out in pain.

"How come your badge says Amy?" he hissed. "You'll learn to answer right when we talk girl." the fat man glared.

"Amy didn't answer, her head still fuzzy. "Where you from?"

"N… New York."

"Phhhhttaahh! I mighta knowed that. You womens libbers wanta do everythin men do, like joinin the cops. But you can't take it can you!?" he accused.

"Search her and put her in a cell." he told the other man.

He got up slowly and waddled across the room to the bathroom and went inside.

"Okay honey. Stand up, spread your legs, and touch the wall." Charlie said.

"Where the hell are we? Who are you people?" "Just do as you're told honey or you're gonna get hurt." he threatened, gripping her hair and yanking it tightly.

Amy complied, leaning against the wall in the classic police pose. His hands roamed along her body, squeezing her breasts carefully through the thin silk of her Pyjamas's. His groin pressed against her spread buttocks as his hands slid around her, and she felt his hard on pushing into her crack.

"You be nice to of Charlie, an maybe I'll see you get something nice to eat tonight." he leered. "You finished Charlie?" the man demanded, coming out of the toilet.

"Yessir Boss."

"Take her in the back then."

Charlie pulled Amy away from the wall and through the metal door. Another man in a uniform like his waited there. He was even larger than Charlie, easily seven feet tall. He eyed her hungrily as Charlie brought her in and undid her handcuffs.

There were several cells along a narrow hallway. Charlie pulled her past them to a little room at the rear, the man following.

"Okay strip off honey." he said, licking his lips in anticipation.

"You'd be doing yourself a favor if you let me go now." she warned him. "My people know where I am."

He laughed in response. "Your idiot cop friends aint gonna have any idea where you are baby." he giggled, "You don't even know where you are I bet."

"They'll know who took me!" she flared.

"Good for them. Let em prove it now." he grinned.

"Now get them jammies off, afore I tear em off. That'd be a real waste. I know a cute little girlie who'll love gettin a early Christmas present."

She glared at him, folding her arms.

He produced a small blue shift with a large P written on either side.

"You gonna wear this." he told her.

"You people will never get away with this." she growled.

"We've been gettin away with it for years honey, now do as you're told or you're gonna get hurt. " I'm not getting undressed, you asshole!" she hissed. He laughed, as did the other man. Despite her yells and curses, they simply tore off her clothes until she was naked, their hands pawing over her body happily.

She was still much too weak from the drug they had given her to put up more than a token resistance.

She reddened in embarrassment as the two stared down at her nude form.

"Don't tell me you're shy! I bet half the boys at the Precinct have seen your pussy!"

Her face flushed further.

"Anyways we gotto do a body search, and delouse you."

"Lean against the wall like before." the man instructed.

She glared at them rebelliously, but a quick jerk on her hair and her weak response, forced her to realize she was in no position to argue.

She sighed in resignation and spread her legs apart as she leaned forward. She felt his hand slide over her rounded buttocks before moving against her pubic mound.

"We gots to make sure you aint got no more BUGS on you." he giggled.

She realized abruptly that her watch and locket were gone.

She winced as she felt a finger slide up inside her pussy tunnel. The finger moved as far inside her as it could get and she felt it wiggle around.

"You sure aint no virgin." the he cackled.

The finger pulled back and then pushed into her anus, making her cry out in pain from the tender opening.

"Well, aint no bugs in there." the man said regretfully, pulling his finger out at last.

He leaned forward though, pushing his crotch against her cunt from behind.

"I know what should be up there honey." he whispered.

"Ten inches o' cock!"

He moved away and picked up a short metal tube attached to a hose. He moved back, then turned a small handle set in the wall.

A powerful stream of water gushed out of the end of the tube, spraying in a tight arc onto the floor. "Stand up straight, spread yer legs and put yer hands behind your neck." he ordered.

Amy complied weakly.

Water began to spray against her skin with fierce pressure, making her gasp from the sharp stinging pain. Charlie sprayed the water up and down her body, especially over her rounded titties. He watched the meaty sacs bounce and jiggle under the forceful pressure of the water jet. He licked his lips in appreciation as Amy gritted her teeth against the pain.

Finally he lowered the tube, jetting the water over her belly and legs, then suddenly shot a stream directly up into her cunt, making her jump away with a yelp.

The two men laughed harshly.

"I didn't tell you you could move!" Charlie shouted in mock anger.

He jabbed the tube near her cunt again, making the girl sprint around a table.

"Come here you little bitch afore I drown you!" he threatened.

He grabbed her arm and swung her around then pushed her down over the table.

"We got to clean you out now don't we." he gasped happily. The other man grabbed her wrists in one hand and held her in place as Charlie pushed the hose against her.

He kicked Amy's legs wide apart, and jammed the nozzle up into her pussy slit.

"No! No! Don't! Pleeeease!" Amy wailed as she felt the nozzle push inside her. The ferocious water pressure shot up into her cunt all the way to her uterus making her gasp in shock from the sensation. She felt like some hand was up in her belly tickling and scratching her guts.

She squirmed uselessly against the remorseless hands holding her, belly down on the table as the metal tube slid in and out of her cunt, jetting it's fluids way inside her.

He pulled it out at last, leaving Amy gasping in shock and lying exhaustedly on the table.

"There now." he gasped, "Now yer all clean." He licked his lips as his eyes stared down at her outspread crotch, then looked up at the other man. "Think we got time?" he asked. The other man looked doubtful. "We aint supposed to touch the merchandise Charlie." he said.

"This'l only take a second." Charlie hissed, moving behind the blonde.

Amy was too tired to resist as she felt a pressure against her pussy lips. She grunted as the man shoved his hot hard erection balls deep inside her cunt.

"OH Yeahhhh!" he groaned.

His hands gripped her hips tightly as he thrust his cock in and out of her drenched hole. His hips ground against her buttocks as he jerked her back and forth onto his prick. The little room was quiet except for the slap,slap,slap of his flesh against her, and the occasional moans and groans coming from both of them.

"I'm gonna shoot!" he gasped, increasing the force of his thrusts.

He jammed his cock all the way inside her and shot off his load of sperm way up into her guts. Her tightly clenching pussy lips squeezed spurt after spurt of juice out of his fuckmeat, slurping up every drop until he gradually began to soften.

"Nice fuck." he gasped, slapping her buttock lightly. "You want some?" he asked the other man. "Not me Charlie, I aint gonna risk it for a piece of tail."

"Get dressed honey." he said, throwing the short blue shift to her.

Charlie led her by the arm down the hall to a small cell, with nothing in it but a narrow cot. A man in the next cell stared at her hungrily as he closed her inside. Amy fought back the tears and sat down on the little cot, her hands pressing against her stinging cuntmound.

"You gonna jerk off blondie?" she jerked her hands away and looked up in surprise. The man in the cell next to hers was pressed up against the bars ogling her crudely.

"Go away." she demanded feebly. "Not likely." he snorted.

"Let me see your pussy." he begged. "Leave me alone!"

"I bet you got a nice tight cunt don't you." he breathed.

"Bet it's got nice little pussy lips with nice golden hair all around em."

"You're disgusting!" she gritted.

"Just show me your titties then." he pleaded. "They look like nice ones. Boy I'd like to suck on those." his eyes fastened on her chest desperately. She turned around, trying to ignore them.

"I'd love to shove my cock up that tight little cunthole of yours blondie. I bet it's all buttery hot and wet isn't it?

Maybe you'd like it up the asshole. You ever been fucked in the asshole blondie?" he taunted.

"I'd stick it so far up your asshole it'd come out your mouth!"

She closed her eyes and tried not to hear him, hoping he'd get tired. Instead he continued on for almost an hour, promising her all kinds of sexual delights if he ever laid hands on her, begging her to show him her ass, or tits or cunt, commenting on her hair, and ass, and tits.

He was driving her crazy.

"Can't you just shut the fuck up!" she screamed, turning around on the cot to glare furiously at him. "I got nothing else to do blondie." he grinned. "I'll make you a deal though, You show me your teats and I'll shut up."

"Fuck you!" she cursed.

"I wish you would blondie, I'd love to have you slide that warm sweet pussy around my dick and start humpin." he replied.

After several more minutes, she was ready to scream. She jumped up and turned around, then yanked the shift down off her shoulders to her belly, displaying her full, rounded breasts to him.

He shut up immediately, his mouth falling open and his eyes locking onto her breasts with desperate intensity.

"OOooooohhhhhhhhhhh!" he said. She jerked the shift back up and sat down again, her back to him.

True to his words he was quiet, for a while. Then he started back up again. Telling her what sweet teats she had and how lovely her little nipples were.

"You said you'd shut up!" she glared. "Didn't say for how long." he grinned "Bastard!"

"You're probably right, but bastards still have nice long hard cocks!"

"Wouldn't you like to feel a nice hard cock up inside you right now blondie?" he leered.

"Can't you just shut up!?" she cried.

"Let me touch that nice round bottom of yours and

I'll be quiet for good." he promised. "No!"

"Just a little feel! That won't hurt anything!" "No!"

"Wouldn't you like to have a big, fat prick sliding in and out of your tight, wet little slithole, blondie? You could feel it moving in and out and in and out, feel it draggin your pussy lips out with every stroke, then pushing them back inside. I bet you've had hundreds of big cocks up your belly!"

"You're disgusting!"

"Let me touch you and I'll shut up!"

He stood next to the bars and started driving his crotch forward and back lewdly.

"Oh yeah, Oh yeah! I could stick it way up inside your belly and cream all over!" he panted.

"I wish I could suck on those hard little nipples of yours! I bet you're getting all hot eh baby? Bet your pussy is starting to boil over! Lemmie see your titties swelling up.

Turn around so I can see those sharp little nipples poking through your dress!"

His filthy mouth was driving her insane. "Just a touch. thats all!"

He nodded his head vigorously. "And then you'll shut up for good?!"

He nodded again.

She sighed, in exhaustion and frustration.

"All right." she said reluctantly. Anything for a little rest from his obscenities.

She moved next to the bars and turned around. Then she raised her shift above her hips and bent forward slightly.

She heard a soft moan from behind her, then felt his hand come through the bars and slide gently across her buttock. It stopped and squeezed slightly. "OK thats all." she declared, pulling away.

Just then his arm came through the bars and slid tightly around her neck.