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When I try to pull back a little to give myself room to breathe, Giulio takes hold of my head and pushes me back down. Then he tugs on my hair to urge me away, and back down. Guiding me in this blowjob, almost like I’m a toy to be directed.
“How is her mouth, Detective?” Giulio uses his other hand to trace my lips. He smears saliva all over my chin, too, and I doubt it’s by accident.
“Mm,” Slayer replies, approvingly. He doesn’t bother to move his hips, letting Giulio guide me on and off of his cock. “Better with you showing her how to do it. She needs a little bit of work, but I guess I can’t judge her against the other women I’ve been with.”
“Hear that? You need to do better, girl. More suction. Lick the thick vein underneath, that’s always a good time.” Giulio lets out another amused huff. “Do I really gotta teach a chick how to suck cock?”
“Well, she’s been protected by her daddy, remember?” Slayer says, groaning as I start to suck a little harder, as my tongue slides under his cock to caress the underside. “This is a treat she’s never—” His breath catches as I put more into the blowjob, and it’s almost a little gratifying to hear him unable to speak. “Had before,” he finishes, starting to pump into my mouth. “Fuck.”
“Looks like the detective is close, girl. Open up your throat, let him facefuck you a bit.” Giulio grips me to make sure I can’t move at all while Slayer thrusts into my mouth, and I don’t have any choice aboutopening up my throat. My eyes tear up from lack of breath, and I instinctively slap against Slayer’s thighs, trying to get him to back off.
He doesn’t, of course, and I push at him, whimpering around his cock as I gag and sputter. He doesn’t seem to care that I’m not sucking him anymore. He pistons in and out of my mouth, hitting my throat on each stroke, and the only saving grace is that he comes within seconds of starting that brutal face-fucking. His seed fills my mouth, and it’s all I can do to swallow it as fast as it spills onto my tongue.
Only when he’s satisfied does he pull back with a sigh, patting the top of my head. “You know, for a rich girl, you’ve got the nice makings of a little slut. Maybe you should come by the precinct sometime and really show your appreciation for the officers of the law.”
Giulio’s hold on my head loosens. As he pets my hair—and I hate how pleasant that sensation is, little tingles shooting down my spine—he chuckles. “No way, I called dibs first. Her throat probably needs a rest, but I bet her cunt is dripping wet now. You mind checking for me, Detective?”
“Never thought I’d be making a deal with one of the most infamous criminals in the city,” Slayer says with a dramatic sigh. “But if you’re right, and she’s wet, we can’t just send her on her way without taking care of her.”
Dread fills me, because somewhere during that blowjob, I did start squirming. I don’t think I’m wet, but I can’t deny that I’m aroused. I don’t know what to do with that knowledge now any more than I ever do, and I freeze as Slayer reaches down and slides my panties aside, dipping his fingers into me.
He holds his hand up, displaying my wetness on his fingers to Giulio.
“Well. I was gonna tell you to let her go now, but that doesn’t seem like it’d be fair to either of you,” Slayer says. “But she’s probably not on birth control, so you should use her ass unless you want a bastard running around.”
“Eh, not my problem.” Giulio pulls on my shoulders, dragging me up and directing me to sit on his lap, still facing Slayer. I feel Giulio fumbling with his fly, then the thick heat of his cock presses against my ass cheek. “You’re desperate to be filled anyway, right girl? Tell me how much you want it.”
“I thought I was supposed to be the victim,” I whine, but I can’t help but rock back against him a little. “I shouldn’t be begging for this.”
“This isn’t real life. This is porn,” Slayer points out. “And in porn, you’d be begging for it by now, especially with how fucking wet you are. Now tell him how much you want him to fill your tight little cunt.”
I squirm, and I choke out, “I want it. I want it so much. Please… please fuck me.”
“Yeah, our little rich girl is going to be a changed woman after this,” Giulio says. He directs me to lift up my hips enough for him to push his cock against my wet hole. “Detective, you want to help her out? She probably doesn’t know how to fuck properly, either.”
“Well, since you helped me out, I guess I can help you out,” Slayer says. He grips my waist, and without warning, he shoves me down onto Giulio’s cock, impaling me with it.
I shriek. Wet or not, it’s still a lot to take all at once, and it doesn’t help to see Slayer grinning down at me.
“There you go. Like ripping off a band aid. Now the fun can begin,” he declares.
Giulio grips my jaw and turns it so he can kiss the corner of my mouth. He rolls his hips a little bit, and when I gasp, his tongue slides along my lips. “Fuck, I can taste your cum, Sl… Detective.”
Slayer groans, still holding onto my waist. “How’s it taste, Jules? As good as from the source?” He’s abandoned all pretense, even if Giulio hasn’t, and he jerks me back so he can kiss me too.
“Not as bacon-y as I would have thought,” Giulio jokes. He slides one hand under the shirt and gives my breast a squeeze. “On account of you being a pig and all.”
Slayer snorts. “Guess you’ve corrupted me too much for me to taste like a pig anymore.”
Slayer couldn’t even properlypretendto be a cop. He helps lift my waist, and between his hands there and Giulio’s gripping my hips, they use me like they might a doll, letting my body do all the work even as they guide it.
The worst part is how good it feels. The slide of Giulio’s cock along my inner walls makes my body throb and burn. I wish it hurt. I wish I wasn’t getting off on it.
I blink, and a few tears slide out. Slayer notices and wipes them away.
“Poor rich girl is having a sexual epiphany. Tears of joy,” Slayer says. He leans down to kiss me again, his tongue invading my mouth and me helpless to prevent it.
I want to protest that they’re far from joyful tears, but I know better. Even if I didn’t, the way he kisses me, like he wants to consume me, keeps me from being able to speak.
