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In the Virgin Islands the cops pretty much left us alone. We behaved ourselves, didn’t cause problems, and paid some ‘bribes’ in the form of free pussy/ass to not be hassled. It was the same thing with the mini-moke drivers, we all paid in ‘services’ to get free rides (of both kinds).
Paying The Bills in The Islands
This was something the girls schooled me in, from almost the very beginning. If you didn’t want hassled by the cops; you put out. Pretty simple. It was a cost of doing business, an expense and, saved a lot of problems down the road. Besides, the cops were all black and (as I found out over time) some were very well hung. That made payment even more enjoyable.
It was the same thing with my original moke driver, Georges. I made sure I kept him well paid and up to date. Paying him was all pleasure; Georges was in his middle 40’s, had a beautiful thick eleven inch cock and, could make this little cunt scream with pleasure. When he was off-island for a few days, he made sure I was set-up with another driver. The replacement was happy to be paid the same way; it made life simple. Like Georges, he’d pick me up after a ‘date’ or when he had some free time and we’d find somewhere to be alone, so that I could make my payment.
The replacement driver was a sweet guy, a little younger and, loved white ass. He also made things very nice. He loved to fondle, spend some time on foreplay and, was an excellent kisser – he also loved having his cock sucked to get him good and hard. This little cunt gave him some first class (very wet and sloppy) blow jobs.
He was one of those black guys who could nut, stay partly erect and, then go for quite a while before nutting again. That made the fucking (after) a very long one…long slow hard and deep…what wet dreams are made of, for a slut like me. I loved making those kinds of payments!
The cops were less subtle about things.
They would find me at a bar or just come to my apartment to ‘collect’. The apartment was good because I could get a quick douche and a shower after but a little embarrassing because of the landlord and the k**s being there. I had to be very quiet about it.
It was always better to go for a ride (to a nice private area), handle the ‘payment’ then go home.
Like all cops, a few of them were a little ‘bent’ and kinky. They took turns collecting so you never knew who was going to show up; or when. Finding out the details was one thing that I had to learn as time went on. My first little ‘lesson’ happened in a nice bar one night.
We all ‘paid’; it wasn’t a matter of one paying for all, it was each of us paying to be whores. It could happen once a month, a few times a month or, when one of the cops was horny and needed to blow a load. We all got to service the cops on a regular basis. I remember a few weeks that I was ‘taken to the bushes’ every day or night to make a payment. On this particular night, two cops showed up, they came right to our table and talked a little then, ‘You (pointing at me) come with us!’ it was a pretty commanding tone of voice so I obeyed. This would be my first time and they were going to make it memorable.
As soon as I was on my feet the one cop turned me around and put the cuffs on me. Molly started to protest some but, a look from one of them silenced her.
There were some wild thoughts going through my head as I was taken by the arm and walked out to their Jeep. Some nice, some not so nice…I couldn’t do much because my hands were cuffed behind me…I stumbled along like a good little whore.
There was some fear; not over what was being done but the rough/rude way I was being handled. The one cop got in the back seat; I was manhandled into the passenger seat (as in, my ass was grabbed very hard then, it was slid down between my cheeks and I was grabbed/lifted up until my ass was on the seat) so I could wiggle around and face forward. Now, my panties were jammed into my crack – along with my skirt – and that was way up my thighs. That cop was getting a very nice ‘up skirt’ flash.
He gave me a big grin, fondled my naked thighs and squeezed a little. I smiled back and spread my legs to give him a better look.
“We heard you like black cock,” he said.
“You heard wrong honey…I ‘love’ black cock.”
“Good, tonight you pay both of us; we’re going to a little beach for a while. You gonna be one sore bitch when we done with you.”
I just smiled.
“My boss want throat fuck then go in dat white ass pretty deep.”
The beach we ended up at was one I’d been to before. It was a short drive up the coast; the road just went through a bunch of trees and ended in a little sandy patch. When you wanted a nice open-air fuck, this was the place.
I was, once again rudely, removed from the Jeep then, told to get on my knees. As I obeyed the top cop appeared in front of me. Faster than I can type this he had his pants and shorts down, grabbed a handful of my hair and directed his semi-hard cock in the direction of my mouth. From what I could see, in the dim light, he had maybe eight inches. It wasn’t hard yet but, if I was any good, it would be, soon.
I was about to find out that the top cop was the kinky one.
He did and, within a few minutes, he had a double handful of my hair and I was being face fucked good and hard. Between the saliva I’d worked up and his precum, it got good and messy very quickly. He was forcing as much cock as he could as deep as he could – I choked, I gagged and tried to breathe around it which didn’t work too well. He did take it out a few times, that didn’t do too much good but I could take some nice deep breaths! I was told that he’d saved the nice big load ‘just for you’ before his cock erupted in my mouth. I choked and gagged on it, swallowed what I could and then, wore the rest of it.
During the blow job I’d felt saliva and cum dripping down on my blouse. Now it was a real mess; in the cool night air I could feel the sticky dampness soaking the front of it. He also had to show me who the boss was. Releasing my hair, with his right hand (as I blinked and tried to breathe normally) the hard slap was a shock.
“Don’t you forget who is the boss, whore.” He said, just before the second slap. “I remind you a few ways so you won’t forget.”
With that, he stepped away and, his side-kick took over. Grabbing my hair the same way and filling my mouth with cock. While I sucked him (still choking and gagging like hell) I heard some noise behind me. The tailgate of the Jeep was being lowered…I somehow knew that was next…
After the second hard face-fucking, I was helped to my feet and pushed to the back of the Jeep. There, both of them grabbed me; lifting and pushing me, until I was in the perfect position to be penetrated. My skirt was pulled up, my panties yanked down and I was fondled/probed a little. They both agreed that I had a nice ass. The boss cop took things a little further…
…stepping to my left then grabbing my cuffed wrists, he started to spank me.
As he slapped my young backside, he reminded me of who was in charge and that; he could always use his belt if I didn’t behave myself. I had made my mind up that I’d be on my best behavior anyway!
Once he was satisfied that my ass was stinging enough; he moved behind me, used some saliva to wet my hole and started to penetrate me. It wasn’t easy because he wasn’t hard enough yet…he helped himself along by continuing to slap my ass good and hard. Within a few minutes he was getting harder and pushing like hell – I was moaning and shrieking a little as he forced himself into my tight little ring of muscle.
I finally relaxed enough then, pushed like I was having a BM and, he completed the penetration. He was closer to nine inches; in that position he hit bottom on the first hard thrust and…he hit hard as hell! If he wanted a loud and animated fuck; that’s what he got! Between my sore backside, my well-stretched cunt and him hitting bottom (for a while) the fuck was painful. I made sure that they knew that by becoming very vocal about it.
He didn’t ease up even a little; continuing to slap my sore ass as he pounded away good and hard.
He went soft as he came the second time. With a few final slaps, he pulled out and, was instantly replaced by his buddy. I was gaped so, although he was a little bigger (the cum helped) he forced his way right into me. After burying himself balls deep; he grabbed me above the hips and just fucked away good and hard. I hadn’t finished his blow job so; he had a nice big load for me. It only took maybe ten minutes of good hard fucking until he drove his cock in, one last time, moaned like hell and filled me with a nice big load.
Once I got my breath, I gasped that I really, REALLY had to pee! I could have done it easily, in that position but, the front of my skirt would have gotten soaked. They were nice enough to take the cuffs off long enough for me to stumble away and try to squat. My legs were shaking too bad for that. I ended up just kneeling in the sand, with my knees spread and holding up the front of my skirt, to empty my bladder. The intensity of that was almost like having an orgasm…almost.
I was pretty much a mess. They did allow me to find my panties and, put them back on, before cuffing me again and loading me in the Jeep.
Back at the bar I was slid around in the seat to face the boss cop before being helped out. There were a few words to remind me, one last hard slap and a little fondling of my thighs before this happened. I was then helped out, only to be turned and bent over the seat, for the cuffs to be taken off. Once they were gone, I composed myself, straightened up my twisted clothes (the best I could) and entered the bar…really praying that at least one of the girls was still there.
Molly was and, she was sitting with an older guy at a table in the rear of the bar. The minute she saw me, she stood, beaconed to me then, walked in my direction. We shared a hug, a nice warm wet kiss and she asked, “How are you…ok I hope dear?” I told her that I was, a little sore, needed my purse to freshen up a little. I told her that I didn’t want to disturb what she had going on.
“Shit baby, we’re only talking, I’ve got your purse. You can join us when you get cleaned up.” With that we went to the table, I was introduced then, I headed for the toilet to do repairs. Her ‘friend’ had given me a good looking-over during the introductions.
After doing the best I could (to my hair and makeup) with what I had in my purse; I sat to allow more cum to leak out – with my help. I was still pretty ‘lose’ and had leaked enough to soak my panties.
Molly’s guy was pretty nice, I got a drink and we just talked for a while. He seemed very interested in me. As things went on Molly was nudging me under the table while he played a little ‘footsie’ with me. There was a final wink and a nod from her; letting me know that he was fair game. Yes, she was being nice after the poor start to my evening.
On the way to his hotel I decided to be nice to both of them; this guy seemed nice and was going to get a free fuck. He ended up getting two. He turned out to be a great kisser and, I threw myself into pleasing him – vocal as hell; which he loved.
I found Georges waiting for me upon leaving (stumbling) out of the hotel. He already knew what my evening had been like (the good old Coconut Telegraph) and Molly had called him.
I got in his moke, slid across the seat and gave him a quick kiss for waiting. As long as I was there I slipped my hand down into his crotch and gave a little rub while leaning against him.
“I know what you been through tonight Ms. Bobbie…I just take you home now…free trip for tonight for a hard workin’ girl.”
With him I wanted to ‘pay’; it would be all pleasure now. He wouldn’t need a bit of lube and, he’d be fucking a loose wet hole. We went back to the same little beach – we’d stopped there before. Unlike the last trip there; this time there was a lot of hot passionate foreplay, before I knelt in the back seat, spread nice and wide for that beautiful black cock.
I didn’t have to fake any of it. The sounds of pleasure I made were all real. Right along with my loud squeals as I had a VERY nice orgasm!
Paying The Bills in The Islands
This was something the girls schooled me in, from almost the very beginning. If you didn’t want hassled by the cops; you put out. Pretty simple. It was a cost of doing business, an expense and, saved a lot of problems down the road. Besides, the cops were all black and (as I found out over time) some were very well hung. That made payment even more enjoyable.
It was the same thing with my original moke driver, Georges. I made sure I kept him well paid and up to date. Paying him was all pleasure; Georges was in his middle 40’s, had a beautiful thick eleven inch cock and, could make this little cunt scream with pleasure. When he was off-island for a few days, he made sure I was set-up with another driver. The replacement was happy to be paid the same way; it made life simple. Like Georges, he’d pick me up after a ‘date’ or when he had some free time and we’d find somewhere to be alone, so that I could make my payment.
The replacement driver was a sweet guy, a little younger and, loved white ass. He also made things very nice. He loved to fondle, spend some time on foreplay and, was an excellent kisser – he also loved having his cock sucked to get him good and hard. This little cunt gave him some first class (very wet and sloppy) blow jobs.
He was one of those black guys who could nut, stay partly erect and, then go for quite a while before nutting again. That made the fucking (after) a very long one…long slow hard and deep…what wet dreams are made of, for a slut like me. I loved making those kinds of payments!
The cops were less subtle about things.
They would find me at a bar or just come to my apartment to ‘collect’. The apartment was good because I could get a quick douche and a shower after but a little embarrassing because of the landlord and the k**s being there. I had to be very quiet about it.
It was always better to go for a ride (to a nice private area), handle the ‘payment’ then go home.
Like all cops, a few of them were a little ‘bent’ and kinky. They took turns collecting so you never knew who was going to show up; or when. Finding out the details was one thing that I had to learn as time went on. My first little ‘lesson’ happened in a nice bar one night.
We all ‘paid’; it wasn’t a matter of one paying for all, it was each of us paying to be whores. It could happen once a month, a few times a month or, when one of the cops was horny and needed to blow a load. We all got to service the cops on a regular basis. I remember a few weeks that I was ‘taken to the bushes’ every day or night to make a payment. On this particular night, two cops showed up, they came right to our table and talked a little then, ‘You (pointing at me) come with us!’ it was a pretty commanding tone of voice so I obeyed. This would be my first time and they were going to make it memorable.
As soon as I was on my feet the one cop turned me around and put the cuffs on me. Molly started to protest some but, a look from one of them silenced her.
There were some wild thoughts going through my head as I was taken by the arm and walked out to their Jeep. Some nice, some not so nice…I couldn’t do much because my hands were cuffed behind me…I stumbled along like a good little whore.
There was some fear; not over what was being done but the rough/rude way I was being handled. The one cop got in the back seat; I was manhandled into the passenger seat (as in, my ass was grabbed very hard then, it was slid down between my cheeks and I was grabbed/lifted up until my ass was on the seat) so I could wiggle around and face forward. Now, my panties were jammed into my crack – along with my skirt – and that was way up my thighs. That cop was getting a very nice ‘up skirt’ flash.
He gave me a big grin, fondled my naked thighs and squeezed a little. I smiled back and spread my legs to give him a better look.
“We heard you like black cock,” he said.
“You heard wrong honey…I ‘love’ black cock.”
“Good, tonight you pay both of us; we’re going to a little beach for a while. You gonna be one sore bitch when we done with you.”
I just smiled.
“My boss want throat fuck then go in dat white ass pretty deep.”
The beach we ended up at was one I’d been to before. It was a short drive up the coast; the road just went through a bunch of trees and ended in a little sandy patch. When you wanted a nice open-air fuck, this was the place.
I was, once again rudely, removed from the Jeep then, told to get on my knees. As I obeyed the top cop appeared in front of me. Faster than I can type this he had his pants and shorts down, grabbed a handful of my hair and directed his semi-hard cock in the direction of my mouth. From what I could see, in the dim light, he had maybe eight inches. It wasn’t hard yet but, if I was any good, it would be, soon.
I was about to find out that the top cop was the kinky one.
He did and, within a few minutes, he had a double handful of my hair and I was being face fucked good and hard. Between the saliva I’d worked up and his precum, it got good and messy very quickly. He was forcing as much cock as he could as deep as he could – I choked, I gagged and tried to breathe around it which didn’t work too well. He did take it out a few times, that didn’t do too much good but I could take some nice deep breaths! I was told that he’d saved the nice big load ‘just for you’ before his cock erupted in my mouth. I choked and gagged on it, swallowed what I could and then, wore the rest of it.
During the blow job I’d felt saliva and cum dripping down on my blouse. Now it was a real mess; in the cool night air I could feel the sticky dampness soaking the front of it. He also had to show me who the boss was. Releasing my hair, with his right hand (as I blinked and tried to breathe normally) the hard slap was a shock.
“Don’t you forget who is the boss, whore.” He said, just before the second slap. “I remind you a few ways so you won’t forget.”
With that, he stepped away and, his side-kick took over. Grabbing my hair the same way and filling my mouth with cock. While I sucked him (still choking and gagging like hell) I heard some noise behind me. The tailgate of the Jeep was being lowered…I somehow knew that was next…
After the second hard face-fucking, I was helped to my feet and pushed to the back of the Jeep. There, both of them grabbed me; lifting and pushing me, until I was in the perfect position to be penetrated. My skirt was pulled up, my panties yanked down and I was fondled/probed a little. They both agreed that I had a nice ass. The boss cop took things a little further…
…stepping to my left then grabbing my cuffed wrists, he started to spank me.
As he slapped my young backside, he reminded me of who was in charge and that; he could always use his belt if I didn’t behave myself. I had made my mind up that I’d be on my best behavior anyway!
Once he was satisfied that my ass was stinging enough; he moved behind me, used some saliva to wet my hole and started to penetrate me. It wasn’t easy because he wasn’t hard enough yet…he helped himself along by continuing to slap my ass good and hard. Within a few minutes he was getting harder and pushing like hell – I was moaning and shrieking a little as he forced himself into my tight little ring of muscle.
I finally relaxed enough then, pushed like I was having a BM and, he completed the penetration. He was closer to nine inches; in that position he hit bottom on the first hard thrust and…he hit hard as hell! If he wanted a loud and animated fuck; that’s what he got! Between my sore backside, my well-stretched cunt and him hitting bottom (for a while) the fuck was painful. I made sure that they knew that by becoming very vocal about it.
He didn’t ease up even a little; continuing to slap my sore ass as he pounded away good and hard.
He went soft as he came the second time. With a few final slaps, he pulled out and, was instantly replaced by his buddy. I was gaped so, although he was a little bigger (the cum helped) he forced his way right into me. After burying himself balls deep; he grabbed me above the hips and just fucked away good and hard. I hadn’t finished his blow job so; he had a nice big load for me. It only took maybe ten minutes of good hard fucking until he drove his cock in, one last time, moaned like hell and filled me with a nice big load.
Once I got my breath, I gasped that I really, REALLY had to pee! I could have done it easily, in that position but, the front of my skirt would have gotten soaked. They were nice enough to take the cuffs off long enough for me to stumble away and try to squat. My legs were shaking too bad for that. I ended up just kneeling in the sand, with my knees spread and holding up the front of my skirt, to empty my bladder. The intensity of that was almost like having an orgasm…almost.
I was pretty much a mess. They did allow me to find my panties and, put them back on, before cuffing me again and loading me in the Jeep.
Back at the bar I was slid around in the seat to face the boss cop before being helped out. There were a few words to remind me, one last hard slap and a little fondling of my thighs before this happened. I was then helped out, only to be turned and bent over the seat, for the cuffs to be taken off. Once they were gone, I composed myself, straightened up my twisted clothes (the best I could) and entered the bar…really praying that at least one of the girls was still there.
Molly was and, she was sitting with an older guy at a table in the rear of the bar. The minute she saw me, she stood, beaconed to me then, walked in my direction. We shared a hug, a nice warm wet kiss and she asked, “How are you…ok I hope dear?” I told her that I was, a little sore, needed my purse to freshen up a little. I told her that I didn’t want to disturb what she had going on.
“Shit baby, we’re only talking, I’ve got your purse. You can join us when you get cleaned up.” With that we went to the table, I was introduced then, I headed for the toilet to do repairs. Her ‘friend’ had given me a good looking-over during the introductions.
After doing the best I could (to my hair and makeup) with what I had in my purse; I sat to allow more cum to leak out – with my help. I was still pretty ‘lose’ and had leaked enough to soak my panties.
Molly’s guy was pretty nice, I got a drink and we just talked for a while. He seemed very interested in me. As things went on Molly was nudging me under the table while he played a little ‘footsie’ with me. There was a final wink and a nod from her; letting me know that he was fair game. Yes, she was being nice after the poor start to my evening.
On the way to his hotel I decided to be nice to both of them; this guy seemed nice and was going to get a free fuck. He ended up getting two. He turned out to be a great kisser and, I threw myself into pleasing him – vocal as hell; which he loved.
I found Georges waiting for me upon leaving (stumbling) out of the hotel. He already knew what my evening had been like (the good old Coconut Telegraph) and Molly had called him.
I got in his moke, slid across the seat and gave him a quick kiss for waiting. As long as I was there I slipped my hand down into his crotch and gave a little rub while leaning against him.
“I know what you been through tonight Ms. Bobbie…I just take you home now…free trip for tonight for a hard workin’ girl.”
With him I wanted to ‘pay’; it would be all pleasure now. He wouldn’t need a bit of lube and, he’d be fucking a loose wet hole. We went back to the same little beach – we’d stopped there before. Unlike the last trip there; this time there was a lot of hot passionate foreplay, before I knelt in the back seat, spread nice and wide for that beautiful black cock.
I didn’t have to fake any of it. The sounds of pleasure I made were all real. Right along with my loud squeals as I had a VERY nice orgasm!
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