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She giggled innocently, which, combined with her manic, Joker-like grimmace, really creeped me out.
She let go of my balls and they slowly tugged back up close to me, and despite my panic, an overwhelming wave of intense pleasure washed over me. But as Cindee stepped away from me and pressed her back against our glass door, well out of the view of the cops, i peeked over the stucco corner of our balcony.
Tatiana's balcony was empty. I could see some different girl wearing a fedora peek down at the cops and then quickly disappear.
A moment ago, I'd never been prouder of my tight, tanned body. My veined, ribbed cock had never been longer or harder or more swollen. But now, it was a big liability. I pulled back from the railing, but only as far as the handcuff chain, which only had two links, would let me. Which was basically none.
I tried to lean away from the railing against the waist-high stucco wall that formed the corner of the balcony. I had no protection from anyone in front of our building. But up the street i was only visible from the waist up. Still, that was little comfort if they were here investigating an indecent exposure call.
I casually ran my hand through my hair and glanced back over my shoulder toward the SUV. It was only half a block away, and moving so slowly that cars were going around it.
Oh, shit.
"Cindee, please."
"Please what?"
I pleaded with my eyes.
"May i please have the handcuff keys?"
She put her fingertip against her lips, which were still shiny with my cum-flavored lip gloss, and looked up and away, like she was thinking about it.
"Mmmm..." she said. Then she shook her head side-to-side. "Mmm-mmm."
The SUV had stopped. Two buildings down. My heart skipped as hope sprung up in me. Maybe they were answering some other call? I saw Cindee leaning away from the glass door to catch a peek at them.
But the SUV started rolling again, forward toward us.
Panicked now, I rattled the handcuffs, tugging desperately to free my raging hard-on. The cuffs made a loud clanging and the steel bars rang like church bells.
"Please, Cindee!" I begged her. All pretense of coolness gone.
"You should have gone to church with me last Sunday."
My jaw dropped but i quickly masked my look of shock.
"I'll go with you this Sunday." I pretended to be calm.
I could see the cops through the windshield now. I could see their mirrored wraparound sunglasses as their heads swivelled, looking for address numbers on the building next door.
Cindee used her innocent little girl voice. "Promise? It's God's day."
I nodded solemnly and quickly pointed up with three fingers. "Scout's honor."
"And you will remember to put the lid down on the toilet seat?"
My fear was having an effect on me now. My cock wasn't as hard now. I might be able to... I pulled against the handcuffs. I grunted and grimmaced as i slowly squashed my poor, purple balls partway through the chromium steel.
Cindee was suddenly right behind me, brushing her soft lips against my ear. Her breath was hot and her voice raspy as she whispered.
"Oh, no you don't!"
She leaned in hard against me. Her soft, heavy breasts pressed against my back, and her toned thighs brushed the back of my legs, and her pussy mound pressed against my ass. She wrapped her arms around my waist, pulling at my wrists and prying my hands away from the handcuffs.
Giggling, she gripped me hard around the base and massaged my cock, squeezing me tightly in both of her fists, pumping blood up the length, engorging the shaft, and swelling the head. I tried to shove her hands away but she was like an octopus. Her fingers wrapped tightly around my cock and she expertly massaged me into full hardness in just seconds. The handcuffs were just as tight as they were before.
The cops were still stopped next door, on our side of the street, one story down. They appeared to be checking something on their computer screen.
I managed to grip both of her wrists firmly.
"Cindee, please!"
She stopped struggling but her grin was just as mischievous.
"Please what, lover boy?"
"Help me!"
"Oh. Ok." She giggled as i blinked in confusion. "Why didn't you ask before?"
By now, because of that missed casting call she was so upset about, you've guessed Cindee was a budding actress when all this took place. She had been in the background of a feature film and some primetime dramas, and she'd had a couple of speaking parts in commercials. Now you might even recognize her, although she's changed her name more than once. But before all this, she used to be a dancer.
Even now, Cindee can stand perfectly still on her tiptoes, on one foot, and raise the other foot straight up into the air above her head. With perfect balance and posture and a radiant smile, she stands on one long, shapely, toned leg, with her other long, shapely, toned leg straight up between her breasts. Then she pivots effortlessly and brings her leg smoothly back down.
And that's just what she did on our landlord's sunny, cum-drenched concrete deck. Because of the cuffs chaining my cock and balls to the top railing, she had to sidle up to me, facing me from one side. Then suddenly her leg was straight up over our heads. She pivoted on her toes, slipping her body in between me and the railing, and then she brought her leg back down smoothly on the other side of the handcuffs.
Now we were facing each other, she with her back to the street, and me with my rock hard cock and balls up between her thighs, handcuffed to the railing that pressed against her ass. Our bodies could not be any closer without actually fucking. Her smile was electric.
Her smile changed from manic to sexy, teasing. She glanced down at the cops and then back at me. She squeezed her thighs together, sandwiching my lubed erection and forcing it up against her pussy. Only the dripping, sheer, thin cotton of her boxers was between us. Her perfect breasts pushed through the gaping hole she'd torn through her flimsy see-through top and she gently brushed her erect nipples against my chest.
I must have looked panic-stricken because every time she looked at me, she smiled, thoroughly enjoying herself and my predicament. I was totally at her mercy. With her back turned to the street and she standing between me and the cops, i wondered how decent she really looked. Especially if they were to look up at us from the sidewalk. I tried to align myself directly in front of her so no one could see my completely nude body from either side. What in the hell had i been thinking?
The hood of the SUV slowly moved into view through the railing as the cops pulled to a stop directly beneath us. Then the door came into view with the city emblem on the side. And the red and blue light bar and the windshield with the two cops inside, looking up at us without expression. The vehicle rolled to a stop at the exact place i didn't want it to.
Cindee moved her hands from the small of my back to the sides of my face. Silently panicking, I didn't know what to say, as she slowly leaned in and kissed me softly with her pouty, pillow-soft lips. She kissed me over and over, slowly, gently, softly, gazing into my eyes between each kiss.
The cops watched us make out. Could they see around her? See that i was stark naked?
Cindee's kissed became more urgent. She pressed her lips against me almost angrily. Our teeth clacked together. Her tongue parted my lips, ran smoothly across my teeth, then pried my mouth open. She stepped on her tiptoes for some reason, forcing her tongue into my mouth, exploring me. I felt her hands slide down my sides and grip my ass from behind. She pulled me against her, gripping each buttock hard in each hand and separating them as she ground our pubic mounds against each other.
We both hazarded a glance down at the cops. Both men watched us make out. They stared wordlessly up at Cindee's magnificent body. Her long legs and perfect ass pressing back against the railing, the back of her torn tank top rippling gently in the hot breeze, her long, black hair spilling over my hands. From that angle, how much of me could they see? I felt very exposed, very vulnerable.
We kissed again, a long time, and I felt Cindee shift her hips, moving her feet slightly apart, spreading her legs a little bit, and pushing her pubic mound harder against mine, but at a different angle.
Was she trying to expose me?
Our lips parted and we stared lustfully into each others' eyes. I recognized that crazy expression. No, she wasn't exposing me.
"What are you doing?", I asked her.
But she just smiled, because we both knew what she was doing.
Her buttocks tightened beneath my hands as she leaned backward away from me slightly. She slid her pussy along the whole length of my hard cock, from tip to base. Then she moved her hips in circles, grinding her mound against mine. And then she slid her pussy back along the length toward my tip.
I studiously did not look down at the cops, not wanting to look suspicious. Yes, i recognize how ludicrous that must sound.
Her beautiful black eyes closed as she pushed her pussy against the tip of my hard cock. Only the thin, wet fabric of her boxers prevented her from impaling herself on me. But she pushed her boxers up into her pussy a little bitwith the swollen tip of my rigid tool. Her eyes pinched shut tightly as her hips moved in circles, trying to find a way to fuck herself with my imprisoned cock.
"Cindee?" I whispered.
Her eyes opened and she smiled at me, but she did not stop slowly gyrating.
"They'll see." From the angle at which they watched us, I doubted my body was covered very much anyway, if it ever really was.
"You worry too much, loverboy," she chided. "We are just a happy couple, kissing on on our happy balcony, in the happy sunlight."
She pushed her pussy back along the top of my dick again. I was afraid the cops would see the tip poke out between her buttocks, so i pulled back a little. But Cindee wanted what she wanted. She leaned forward harder, knowing that the handcuffs gave me no choice. She shoved my whole length along the underside of her pussy. I swear i could feel a draft on the moist tip as the end of my cock stuck out into the open between her butt cheeks. I struggled, pushing her hips back with my hands.
"Stop!" She barked the word quietly but forcefully. Our eyes locked and i froze. "Stop fighting me or i will expose you!" She spoke these words out loud in a slightly louder than normal voice. The sound of the SUVs' idling engine increased as the air conditioning kicked in.
I swallowed hard.
She stared me in the eye as she ground her hips in circles against the base of my erection. The handcuff chain pulled tightly up between her legs. The steel cuff dug a ring into the skin around the base of my cock and balls. I could feel precum flooding up the length of my cock. She kept both hands on my naked hips, but not to block the cops' view. No, it was to move my hips the way she wanted them to move. She leaned in close for a long, hard, lingering kiss, mashing her heavy breasts against me, grinding my cock against her clit through her boxer shorts.
My eyes opened wide in shock as i felt a new sensation. A tickling, hot, wet feeling against the tip of my cock. Without being obvious about it, i looked down. Hands-free, she had worked my cock head up into the wide-open fly of her boxer shorts, and now she ground the underside of my tip back and forth across her little triangle of dripping, black pussy hair. The sensation was exquisite and i horrified to hear a moan escape my throat.
The prompted a manic grin to spread across Cindee's model-perfect face. But as soon as it began, the sensation ended, replaced by a new one. That familiar, wet, hot, slipper tightness, gripping the tip of my cock as she began to slide herself down onto my length.
I didnt dare look down at them, but the cops had to be seeing what was going on. But i couldn't stop myself. My body moved by itself without my permission. I felt my hips tilt, shoving another inch of my meat smoothly up into her. Well, i remember thinking, If i have to go to jail, at least it will be for a good reason.
Cindee's mouth opened with undisguised lust as we slowed simultaneously, taking a moment to enjoy that new feeling in the first few moment when you just begin to fuck each other with just the first inch or two. We both moaned now as she rocked her perfect body against mine, working her hips in circles, gripping the just the tip of my cock with her tight pussy lips.
As our bodies moved together and we stared at each other, her expression softened and her eyes closed again. Her chin tilted up and she leaned back against the railing and her hair spilled down her back and moved in the hot wind. Her breasts spilled into the open between us, lit up by the hot sun. And her breathing became panting and her panting became quiet moaning. And then, suddenly, she stood up straight and she sealed her lips against mine, hard, and she moaned into my mouth, quietly whimpering over and over.
I felt her gyrations increase in tempo and her arms and legs stiffened agsainst me and then her whole body suddenly went stiff and her moaning ceased. I could see and feel goosebumps rise on her tanned, smooth skin. She bit her lip and convulsed silently, bringing her head in closer to lean against my chest.
Thank god she could cum quietly, after all, i thought.
But then i heard a new sound. A very obvious sound. The sound of liquid splattering on pavement.
She was cumming against me, orgasming in public in full view of everyone on the street, and the neighbors, and the cops. Her clear ejaculate flowed out of her shorts and dripped off my jiggling balls, and the chain between the handcuffs, and down her legs and my legs.
And still she kept cumming, over and over, longer than any of the other times so far. Her hot juice poured out of her. I It dribbled in streams down my pubic hair and down my hairy legs, dribbling hotly off my balls. It coated the chrome finish of the handcuffs. It splashed against the railing, trickling down the peeling paint and rust stains. Cindee's slippery, hot fuck lube pooled around our bare feet. She slipped in it, and had to catch herself against the guardrail. Her clear ejaculate formed an ever-expanding puddle on the concrete, and still her orgasm kept going.
She bit her lip and her eyes opened and she stared at me in surprise and then she started to breathe again, but in gasps and shudders. All this time, her spasming pussy lips never let go of the tip of my rock hard cock, no matter how hard her hips swayed or her legs shook.
As her senses started to come back to her, we both looked down at ourselves, and at the huge puddle spreading across the concrete. Toward the railing. Toward... the edge of the balcony!
Cindee's impressive pussy puddle spilled over the side of the balcony, forming a narrow little clear waterfall. Her silky fuck fluid spattered noisily on the sun-baked sidewalk one story below, forming a second, widening puddle. On the white door of the SUV, the word POLICE sparkled with her dew.
Both of the SUV's doors opened. We heard the police dispatcher's voice over the radio, talking loudly in numbers and codes. A black uniform shoe stepped down onto the sidewalk, splashing in Cindee's cum puddle.
"Cindee," i started say.
But she didn't answer. Her orgasm gave her a stoned expression, her eyes half closed and a dazed smile pulling at her full lips. She leaned back against the railing and reached down with both hands between us. She wrapped one hand around the base of my cock and squeezed. She wrapped the other hand around the middle of my cock, just below where her dripping, quivering pussy lips already gripped me. She slowly shoved me deeper up into her, simultaneously bending her knees and lowering herself onto me. Naked lust, she was unable to stop herself from taking what she wanted. She must have known they could tell what she was doing.
I looked down at the cops, this time not over Cindee's shoulder but down between our bodies. The way that she had spread her legs, and pulled aside her boxers, they could see clearly right up between her toned and tan ass cheeks, up into her sweet, hot pussy. They could see her push my cockhead up between her tight inner labia. See her grab my hips and shove me into herself, see her fuck herself a little deeper with each thrust. See my aching erction disappear deeper and deeper into that hot, wet place it wanted to go for so long. See her ejaculate drip from my jiggling, heavy balls.
Cops everywhere have poker faces. They practice them and use them under the grimmest and most ludicrous of circumstances. Although i couldn't see their eyes because of their mirrored wraparound sunglasses, their mouths slackened, their lips curled, and one of them definitely licked his lips. They hesitated, taking a moment to absorb what they were seeing. I was reminded by the looks on the faces of these two men, just how magnificent Cindee truly is.
I felt her full, large breasts jiggle back and forth against me as she fucked me into her. I felt her innermost muscles tighten around my shaft, gripping me hard and sliding up and down two-thirds of my length now. Cindee's mouth opened and she panted lustfully in my face and she pushed me in and out, in and out. She grabbed me from behind, grabbed both my ass cheeks and squeezed me hard, using all her strength.
Her gasps became soft, high-pitched grunts as she forced my tool hard up inside herself. My dick was sinking deeper up inside her now, and she rubbed the end of my dick against different areas within her vagina, pleasuring herself with my pulsing fuck stick like she did with her chrome electric fuck toy. With each move, she showed me and the cops and the world exactly how she masturbated, how she pleasured herself, how she liked it. The sounds she made changed in pitch as she rubbed my cockhead first against the back wall of her vagina, and then up against the front wall, high up inside her. Then in big circles like she was stirring a pot, manipulating her pleasure centers with my dick with a practiced hand.
I saw the cops adjust their wraparound sunglasses, looking up at Cindee as she moaned again loudly, and started to squirt again directly above their heads.
I had a sort of epiphany in that moment, a very memorable experience. A sort of out of body experience. Here was this woman who had been driving me crazy for so long. Teasing me, mocking me, taunting me, haunting my waking moments with her perfect body, monopolizing my dreams and my masturbatory fantasies.
She made my life so hard In both senses of the word.
I must have been breathing in her Wonder Woman pheromines for so long, i felt giddy. I was going to go to jail but it would be so worth it! And she would also be going to jail! And all so that she could fuck me! She was willing to pay that price to have me and it felt wonderful.
Then a loud beep-beep-beep sounded from the cop car.
"4-Adam-13 and all units vicinity Melrose and Van Ness. 417. Multiple shots fired. Fifty-five hundred block Melrose. All units respond code three."
Cindee and I paused in our fucking, melted together like an erotic sculpture, and looked down at the cops. They hesitated for a moment, still looking up at Cincee and me.
Even while she made eye contact with them, she bent forward at the waist to give them a better view of her dripping, fucking hot little pink fuck hole with my veiny fuck stick speared right up inside of her. What a motherfucking crazy hot little psycho fuck toy! I couldn't stop myself from smiling along with her.
The cops looked at each other and turned back toward their SUV.
As they opened the doors, Cindee rocked her hips forward again. She moaned loudly, theatrically, as she drove my length up into her pussy.
One of the cops raised the radio mike up to his lips as the other cop gripped the steering wheel.
Cindee shoved me in hard again and cried out loudly, Oh! She shoved me in deeper than before. I was afraid she was hurting herself to make some point.
I heard the engine sound change as it was put in gear.
I stepped forward and grabbed Cindee by her tits with my long fingers, mashing those firm swollen melons and squeezing ner nipples, pinching them savagely. She squealed and her eyes closed shut tightly. I shoved Cindee's hips against the railing with my hips, driving my cock deeper, deeper, closer to the hilt, but not quite there yet.
Cindee responded, grabbing her tank top with both hands and tearing it wide open. Her eyes opened wide as her huge tits spilled into the open. Her soft flesh squeezed out between my fingers, jiggling as she tore the shreds of her tank top completely off, discarding it in the wind. She gripped my hips and rocked in rhythm with me. She moaned again and her breathing started to come in rapid little pants.
The lights on the SUV lit up red and blue, alternating left and right, then flashing all at once, then randomly. I was mesmerized by them as i fucked Cindee against that railing.
The cop spun the wheel and punched the accelerator and the siren pierced the air all around us, at once familiar from all the movies and TV, but far louder than anything i had ever heard. It was as loud as a jet engine, and it made my ears ring numbly.
The shrieking wail made us both jump. Jumping during sex made us both bust out laughing. And then Cindee started to cum.
Her head tilted back and her eyes broke from mine and she looked straight up at the sky before closing tight. Her mouth opened into an O and her voice rose from a moan into a scream that mingled with the police siren. And as the LAPD left the scene, Cindee's orgasmic shriek replaced the fading siren, rising louder and louder, echoing up and down the street.
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She giggled innocently, which, combined with her manic, Joker-like grimmace, really creeped me out.
She let go of my balls and they slowly tugged back up close to me, and despite my panic, an overwhelming wave of intense pleasure washed over me. But as Cindee stepped away from me and pressed her back against our glass door, well out of the view of the cops, i peeked over the stucco corner of our balcony.
Tatiana's balcony was empty. I could see some different girl wearing a fedora peek down at the cops and then quickly disappear.
A moment ago, I'd never been prouder of my tight, tanned body. My veined, ribbed cock had never been longer or harder or more swollen. But now, it was a big liability. I pulled back from the railing, but only as far as the handcuff chain, which only had two links, would let me. Which was basically none.
I tried to lean away from the railing against the waist-high stucco wall that formed the corner of the balcony. I had no protection from anyone in front of our building. But up the street i was only visible from the waist up. Still, that was little comfort if they were here investigating an indecent exposure call.
I casually ran my hand through my hair and glanced back over my shoulder toward the SUV. It was only half a block away, and moving so slowly that cars were going around it.
Oh, shit.
"Cindee, please."
"Please what?"
I pleaded with my eyes.
"May i please have the handcuff keys?"
She put her fingertip against her lips, which were still shiny with my cum-flavored lip gloss, and looked up and away, like she was thinking about it.
"Mmmm..." she said. Then she shook her head side-to-side. "Mmm-mmm."
The SUV had stopped. Two buildings down. My heart skipped as hope sprung up in me. Maybe they were answering some other call? I saw Cindee leaning away from the glass door to catch a peek at them.
But the SUV started rolling again, forward toward us.
Panicked now, I rattled the handcuffs, tugging desperately to free my raging hard-on. The cuffs made a loud clanging and the steel bars rang like church bells.
"Please, Cindee!" I begged her. All pretense of coolness gone.
"You should have gone to church with me last Sunday."
My jaw dropped but i quickly masked my look of shock.
"I'll go with you this Sunday." I pretended to be calm.
I could see the cops through the windshield now. I could see their mirrored wraparound sunglasses as their heads swivelled, looking for address numbers on the building next door.
Cindee used her innocent little girl voice. "Promise? It's God's day."
I nodded solemnly and quickly pointed up with three fingers. "Scout's honor."
"And you will remember to put the lid down on the toilet seat?"
My fear was having an effect on me now. My cock wasn't as hard now. I might be able to... I pulled against the handcuffs. I grunted and grimmaced as i slowly squashed my poor, purple balls partway through the chromium steel.
Cindee was suddenly right behind me, brushing her soft lips against my ear. Her breath was hot and her voice raspy as she whispered.
"Oh, no you don't!"
She leaned in hard against me. Her soft, heavy breasts pressed against my back, and her toned thighs brushed the back of my legs, and her pussy mound pressed against my ass. She wrapped her arms around my waist, pulling at my wrists and prying my hands away from the handcuffs.
Giggling, she gripped me hard around the base and massaged my cock, squeezing me tightly in both of her fists, pumping blood up the length, engorging the shaft, and swelling the head. I tried to shove her hands away but she was like an octopus. Her fingers wrapped tightly around my cock and she expertly massaged me into full hardness in just seconds. The handcuffs were just as tight as they were before.
The cops were still stopped next door, on our side of the street, one story down. They appeared to be checking something on their computer screen.
I managed to grip both of her wrists firmly.
"Cindee, please!"
She stopped struggling but her grin was just as mischievous.
"Please what, lover boy?"
"Help me!"
"Oh. Ok." She giggled as i blinked in confusion. "Why didn't you ask before?"
By now, because of that missed casting call she was so upset about, you've guessed Cindee was a budding actress when all this took place. She had been in the background of a feature film and some primetime dramas, and she'd had a couple of speaking parts in commercials. Now you might even recognize her, although she's changed her name more than once. But before all this, she used to be a dancer.
Even now, Cindee can stand perfectly still on her tiptoes, on one foot, and raise the other foot straight up into the air above her head. With perfect balance and posture and a radiant smile, she stands on one long, shapely, toned leg, with her other long, shapely, toned leg straight up between her breasts. Then she pivots effortlessly and brings her leg smoothly back down.
And that's just what she did on our landlord's sunny, cum-drenched concrete deck. Because of the cuffs chaining my cock and balls to the top railing, she had to sidle up to me, facing me from one side. Then suddenly her leg was straight up over our heads. She pivoted on her toes, slipping her body in between me and the railing, and then she brought her leg back down smoothly on the other side of the handcuffs.
Now we were facing each other, she with her back to the street, and me with my rock hard cock and balls up between her thighs, handcuffed to the railing that pressed against her ass. Our bodies could not be any closer without actually fucking. Her smile was electric.
Her smile changed from manic to sexy, teasing. She glanced down at the cops and then back at me. She squeezed her thighs together, sandwiching my lubed erection and forcing it up against her pussy. Only the dripping, sheer, thin cotton of her boxers was between us. Her perfect breasts pushed through the gaping hole she'd torn through her flimsy see-through top and she gently brushed her erect nipples against my chest.
I must have looked panic-stricken because every time she looked at me, she smiled, thoroughly enjoying herself and my predicament. I was totally at her mercy. With her back turned to the street and she standing between me and the cops, i wondered how decent she really looked. Especially if they were to look up at us from the sidewalk. I tried to align myself directly in front of her so no one could see my completely nude body from either side. What in the hell had i been thinking?
The hood of the SUV slowly moved into view through the railing as the cops pulled to a stop directly beneath us. Then the door came into view with the city emblem on the side. And the red and blue light bar and the windshield with the two cops inside, looking up at us without expression. The vehicle rolled to a stop at the exact place i didn't want it to.
Cindee moved her hands from the small of my back to the sides of my face. Silently panicking, I didn't know what to say, as she slowly leaned in and kissed me softly with her pouty, pillow-soft lips. She kissed me over and over, slowly, gently, softly, gazing into my eyes between each kiss.
The cops watched us make out. Could they see around her? See that i was stark naked?
Cindee's kissed became more urgent. She pressed her lips against me almost angrily. Our teeth clacked together. Her tongue parted my lips, ran smoothly across my teeth, then pried my mouth open. She stepped on her tiptoes for some reason, forcing her tongue into my mouth, exploring me. I felt her hands slide down my sides and grip my ass from behind. She pulled me against her, gripping each buttock hard in each hand and separating them as she ground our pubic mounds against each other.
We both hazarded a glance down at the cops. Both men watched us make out. They stared wordlessly up at Cindee's magnificent body. Her long legs and perfect ass pressing back against the railing, the back of her torn tank top rippling gently in the hot breeze, her long, black hair spilling over my hands. From that angle, how much of me could they see? I felt very exposed, very vulnerable.
We kissed again, a long time, and I felt Cindee shift her hips, moving her feet slightly apart, spreading her legs a little bit, and pushing her pubic mound harder against mine, but at a different angle.
Was she trying to expose me?
Our lips parted and we stared lustfully into each others' eyes. I recognized that crazy expression. No, she wasn't exposing me.
"What are you doing?", I asked her.
But she just smiled, because we both knew what she was doing.
Her buttocks tightened beneath my hands as she leaned backward away from me slightly. She slid her pussy along the whole length of my hard cock, from tip to base. Then she moved her hips in circles, grinding her mound against mine. And then she slid her pussy back along the length toward my tip.
I studiously did not look down at the cops, not wanting to look suspicious. Yes, i recognize how ludicrous that must sound.
Her beautiful black eyes closed as she pushed her pussy against the tip of my hard cock. Only the thin, wet fabric of her boxers prevented her from impaling herself on me. But she pushed her boxers up into her pussy a little bitwith the swollen tip of my rigid tool. Her eyes pinched shut tightly as her hips moved in circles, trying to find a way to fuck herself with my imprisoned cock.
"Cindee?" I whispered.
Her eyes opened and she smiled at me, but she did not stop slowly gyrating.
"They'll see." From the angle at which they watched us, I doubted my body was covered very much anyway, if it ever really was.
"You worry too much, loverboy," she chided. "We are just a happy couple, kissing on on our happy balcony, in the happy sunlight."
She pushed her pussy back along the top of my dick again. I was afraid the cops would see the tip poke out between her buttocks, so i pulled back a little. But Cindee wanted what she wanted. She leaned forward harder, knowing that the handcuffs gave me no choice. She shoved my whole length along the underside of her pussy. I swear i could feel a draft on the moist tip as the end of my cock stuck out into the open between her butt cheeks. I struggled, pushing her hips back with my hands.
"Stop!" She barked the word quietly but forcefully. Our eyes locked and i froze. "Stop fighting me or i will expose you!" She spoke these words out loud in a slightly louder than normal voice. The sound of the SUVs' idling engine increased as the air conditioning kicked in.
I swallowed hard.
She stared me in the eye as she ground her hips in circles against the base of my erection. The handcuff chain pulled tightly up between her legs. The steel cuff dug a ring into the skin around the base of my cock and balls. I could feel precum flooding up the length of my cock. She kept both hands on my naked hips, but not to block the cops' view. No, it was to move my hips the way she wanted them to move. She leaned in close for a long, hard, lingering kiss, mashing her heavy breasts against me, grinding my cock against her clit through her boxer shorts.
My eyes opened wide in shock as i felt a new sensation. A tickling, hot, wet feeling against the tip of my cock. Without being obvious about it, i looked down. Hands-free, she had worked my cock head up into the wide-open fly of her boxer shorts, and now she ground the underside of my tip back and forth across her little triangle of dripping, black pussy hair. The sensation was exquisite and i horrified to hear a moan escape my throat.
The prompted a manic grin to spread across Cindee's model-perfect face. But as soon as it began, the sensation ended, replaced by a new one. That familiar, wet, hot, slipper tightness, gripping the tip of my cock as she began to slide herself down onto my length.
I didnt dare look down at them, but the cops had to be seeing what was going on. But i couldn't stop myself. My body moved by itself without my permission. I felt my hips tilt, shoving another inch of my meat smoothly up into her. Well, i remember thinking, If i have to go to jail, at least it will be for a good reason.
Cindee's mouth opened with undisguised lust as we slowed simultaneously, taking a moment to enjoy that new feeling in the first few moment when you just begin to fuck each other with just the first inch or two. We both moaned now as she rocked her perfect body against mine, working her hips in circles, gripping the just the tip of my cock with her tight pussy lips.
As our bodies moved together and we stared at each other, her expression softened and her eyes closed again. Her chin tilted up and she leaned back against the railing and her hair spilled down her back and moved in the hot wind. Her breasts spilled into the open between us, lit up by the hot sun. And her breathing became panting and her panting became quiet moaning. And then, suddenly, she stood up straight and she sealed her lips against mine, hard, and she moaned into my mouth, quietly whimpering over and over.
I felt her gyrations increase in tempo and her arms and legs stiffened agsainst me and then her whole body suddenly went stiff and her moaning ceased. I could see and feel goosebumps rise on her tanned, smooth skin. She bit her lip and convulsed silently, bringing her head in closer to lean against my chest.
Thank god she could cum quietly, after all, i thought.
But then i heard a new sound. A very obvious sound. The sound of liquid splattering on pavement.
She was cumming against me, orgasming in public in full view of everyone on the street, and the neighbors, and the cops. Her clear ejaculate flowed out of her shorts and dripped off my jiggling balls, and the chain between the handcuffs, and down her legs and my legs.
And still she kept cumming, over and over, longer than any of the other times so far. Her hot juice poured out of her. I It dribbled in streams down my pubic hair and down my hairy legs, dribbling hotly off my balls. It coated the chrome finish of the handcuffs. It splashed against the railing, trickling down the peeling paint and rust stains. Cindee's slippery, hot fuck lube pooled around our bare feet. She slipped in it, and had to catch herself against the guardrail. Her clear ejaculate formed an ever-expanding puddle on the concrete, and still her orgasm kept going.
She bit her lip and her eyes opened and she stared at me in surprise and then she started to breathe again, but in gasps and shudders. All this time, her spasming pussy lips never let go of the tip of my rock hard cock, no matter how hard her hips swayed or her legs shook.
As her senses started to come back to her, we both looked down at ourselves, and at the huge puddle spreading across the concrete. Toward the railing. Toward... the edge of the balcony!
Cindee's impressive pussy puddle spilled over the side of the balcony, forming a narrow little clear waterfall. Her silky fuck fluid spattered noisily on the sun-baked sidewalk one story below, forming a second, widening puddle. On the white door of the SUV, the word POLICE sparkled with her dew.
Both of the SUV's doors opened. We heard the police dispatcher's voice over the radio, talking loudly in numbers and codes. A black uniform shoe stepped down onto the sidewalk, splashing in Cindee's cum puddle.
"Cindee," i started say.
But she didn't answer. Her orgasm gave her a stoned expression, her eyes half closed and a dazed smile pulling at her full lips. She leaned back against the railing and reached down with both hands between us. She wrapped one hand around the base of my cock and squeezed. She wrapped the other hand around the middle of my cock, just below where her dripping, quivering pussy lips already gripped me. She slowly shoved me deeper up into her, simultaneously bending her knees and lowering herself onto me. Naked lust, she was unable to stop herself from taking what she wanted. She must have known they could tell what she was doing.
I looked down at the cops, this time not over Cindee's shoulder but down between our bodies. The way that she had spread her legs, and pulled aside her boxers, they could see clearly right up between her toned and tan ass cheeks, up into her sweet, hot pussy. They could see her push my cockhead up between her tight inner labia. See her grab my hips and shove me into herself, see her fuck herself a little deeper with each thrust. See my aching erction disappear deeper and deeper into that hot, wet place it wanted to go for so long. See her ejaculate drip from my jiggling, heavy balls.
Cops everywhere have poker faces. They practice them and use them under the grimmest and most ludicrous of circumstances. Although i couldn't see their eyes because of their mirrored wraparound sunglasses, their mouths slackened, their lips curled, and one of them definitely licked his lips. They hesitated, taking a moment to absorb what they were seeing. I was reminded by the looks on the faces of these two men, just how magnificent Cindee truly is.
I felt her full, large breasts jiggle back and forth against me as she fucked me into her. I felt her innermost muscles tighten around my shaft, gripping me hard and sliding up and down two-thirds of my length now. Cindee's mouth opened and she panted lustfully in my face and she pushed me in and out, in and out. She grabbed me from behind, grabbed both my ass cheeks and squeezed me hard, using all her strength.
Her gasps became soft, high-pitched grunts as she forced my tool hard up inside herself. My dick was sinking deeper up inside her now, and she rubbed the end of my dick against different areas within her vagina, pleasuring herself with my pulsing fuck stick like she did with her chrome electric fuck toy. With each move, she showed me and the cops and the world exactly how she masturbated, how she pleasured herself, how she liked it. The sounds she made changed in pitch as she rubbed my cockhead first against the back wall of her vagina, and then up against the front wall, high up inside her. Then in big circles like she was stirring a pot, manipulating her pleasure centers with my dick with a practiced hand.
I saw the cops adjust their wraparound sunglasses, looking up at Cindee as she moaned again loudly, and started to squirt again directly above their heads.
I had a sort of epiphany in that moment, a very memorable experience. A sort of out of body experience. Here was this woman who had been driving me crazy for so long. Teasing me, mocking me, taunting me, haunting my waking moments with her perfect body, monopolizing my dreams and my masturbatory fantasies.
She made my life so hard In both senses of the word.
I must have been breathing in her Wonder Woman pheromines for so long, i felt giddy. I was going to go to jail but it would be so worth it! And she would also be going to jail! And all so that she could fuck me! She was willing to pay that price to have me and it felt wonderful.
Then a loud beep-beep-beep sounded from the cop car.
"4-Adam-13 and all units vicinity Melrose and Van Ness. 417. Multiple shots fired. Fifty-five hundred block Melrose. All units respond code three."
Cindee and I paused in our fucking, melted together like an erotic sculpture, and looked down at the cops. They hesitated for a moment, still looking up at Cincee and me.
Even while she made eye contact with them, she bent forward at the waist to give them a better view of her dripping, fucking hot little pink fuck hole with my veiny fuck stick speared right up inside of her. What a motherfucking crazy hot little psycho fuck toy! I couldn't stop myself from smiling along with her.
The cops looked at each other and turned back toward their SUV.
As they opened the doors, Cindee rocked her hips forward again. She moaned loudly, theatrically, as she drove my length up into her pussy.
One of the cops raised the radio mike up to his lips as the other cop gripped the steering wheel.
Cindee shoved me in hard again and cried out loudly, Oh! She shoved me in deeper than before. I was afraid she was hurting herself to make some point.
I heard the engine sound change as it was put in gear.
I stepped forward and grabbed Cindee by her tits with my long fingers, mashing those firm swollen melons and squeezing ner nipples, pinching them savagely. She squealed and her eyes closed shut tightly. I shoved Cindee's hips against the railing with my hips, driving my cock deeper, deeper, closer to the hilt, but not quite there yet.
Cindee responded, grabbing her tank top with both hands and tearing it wide open. Her eyes opened wide as her huge tits spilled into the open. Her soft flesh squeezed out between my fingers, jiggling as she tore the shreds of her tank top completely off, discarding it in the wind. She gripped my hips and rocked in rhythm with me. She moaned again and her breathing started to come in rapid little pants.
The lights on the SUV lit up red and blue, alternating left and right, then flashing all at once, then randomly. I was mesmerized by them as i fucked Cindee against that railing.
The cop spun the wheel and punched the accelerator and the siren pierced the air all around us, at once familiar from all the movies and TV, but far louder than anything i had ever heard. It was as loud as a jet engine, and it made my ears ring numbly.
The shrieking wail made us both jump. Jumping during sex made us both bust out laughing. And then Cindee started to cum.
Her head tilted back and her eyes broke from mine and she looked straight up at the sky before closing tight. Her mouth opened into an O and her voice rose from a moan into a scream that mingled with the police siren. And as the LAPD left the scene, Cindee's orgasmic shriek replaced the fading siren, rising louder and louder, echoing up and down the street.
Part 5, the conclusion, cumming very soon.
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