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Miranda, Wanton Parole Officer Ch. 01

By: Yogakay



Readers...I'm trying something new. Miranda is one of my favorite characters. So, because her story is longer than my usual I will be posting it in chapters. I hope y'all enjoy Miranda as much as I have...YOGAKAY 

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MIRANDA:

WANTON PAROLE OFFICER

Chapter 1

Disgust welled in Miranda as she unpacked her new office. Regret, remorse and shame were all the twenty-seven year old felt she had left after more than five years working for the State of Texas as a parole officer. For four years in a row, the petite blonde had been the highest performing parole officer in the state. Tasked with supervising the state's released felons, Miranda's job entailed making sure those released from prison followed the rules. The bottom line was, how many of the reoffending bastards she locked up equaled how much respect she got from the law enforcement community. 

At five feet tall and only one hundred fifteen pounds, the green eyed blonde had worked harder than anyone to prove herself and she had succeeded. In fact the determined young woman had surpassed her fellow officers. She had been considered a hard-ass and had gained the respect she deserved as she returned more and more repeat offenders back to prison. But that was before Miranda had relapsed. No, she wasn't an alcoholic or a drug addict. Nor did she gamble or play video games.

Since Miranda had still been a young girl there had been an itch in her deep and hidden that she just couldn't reach by herself. The only thing that made that burn stop hurting was being taken by a man. Starting at the age of eighteen and even into her early twenties life had rotated around sexual encounters. A coin carrying member of Sex Addicts Anonymous for five years, Miranda had slipped and slipped badly at the Lubbock County Jail Christmas party. 

The holiday party had begun as they all did. Casseroles were lined up in the break room on a plastic folding table under tacky red and green decorations. Men and women from all branches of law enforcement had been invited and came and went throughout the day. Paper plates full of homemade tamales and other Southwestern fare were juggled alongside plastic cups as holiday wishes were exchanged. 

It didn't take long before bottles were pulled out of desks and the party spilled into adjoining offices. That's when Miranda's problem started. Tipsy herself, the parole officer had headed into one of the gray painted rooms. Two male sheriff's deputies sat drinking from red Solo cups and laughing as Miranda entered the room. Immediately the energy changed when the two men looked up. Dressed in fitted black slacks, a practical green blouse and flats Miranda attempted to conceal her true nature. Somehow, she still managed to ooze sexuality. Images of her tiny form stripped bare flashed before both of the deputies' eyes.

The look of lust on the men's faces triggered a response deep and primal in the blonde parole officer and she shut the door behind her. Surprised the two deputies in brown polyester uniforms sat speechless as they watched this "no-nonsense" woman begin to unbutton her blouse. Never taking her slanted green eyes off the staring men, Miranda let the blouse waft to the bare gray linoleum floor. 

Firm D-cup breasts were mashed into a plain white cotton bra and threatened to spill forth as Miranda slipped out of her work pants and black flats. Deputy Baker gulped and ran a large naturally tanned hand through his closely cropped black hair. Deputy Rosemond leaned forward with shock and delight displayed on his harshly masculine face. 

Reaching her slender arms behind her back, Miranda released the clasp of her bra. As her practical bra fell to the floor, Miranda's perfection was revealed. Symmetrical rose engorged nipples sat atop firm pale breasts and strained to be touched. As she stood in front of the two deputies in only a pair of white cotton bikinis Miranda grinned and cocked her head. Slowly with her eyes fixed on the two, Miranda lowered herself to her bare knees. As the deputies sat frozen, Miranda slowly bit her bottom lip.

Deputy Rosamond didn't need any more time to process the reality before him. Standing, the tall African American man unzipped the fly of his dark brown pants. Stepping forward he pulled his already hardening eight inch erection from his pants. Smiling Miranda caught Rosemond's chocolate brown eyes and parted her dark pink lips. Groaning, the six foot officer traced her heart shaped lips with the head of his now rigid cock. Veins bulged on the dark brown member as Miranda's pink tongue darted out and encircled the head. Salty precum entered her mouth and she released a soft sigh. Wrapping her small pale hand around his dark girth she pulled him into her warm and moist mouth. 

Even as desire raged through her, Miranda felt shame. She knew she was fucking up and fucking up big. But the feel of a man sliding down her throat drove all negative thoughts away and she began sucking enthusiastically. Pumping with one small hand she continued deep throating the lucky deputy. Sounds of her gags entered the small county office as her eyes teared.

Shock had frozen Deputy Baker but watching his coworker fuck Miranda's face snapped him back to the moment. Dimples appeared on both sides of his darkly tanned face as he too stood. Stepping next to Rosemond he also unzipped his uniform. Withdrawing his rigid naturally tanned seven inches he couldn't believe this turn of events. Insistently, he tapped the side of Miranda's curved cheek.

Thinking only of pleasure she grinned with delight when she looked into Baker's lust filled blue eyes. Quickly she wrapped her small hand around his smooth erection and brought it to her waiting mouth. And that was how she was discovered. While pumping one man and sucking on the other she was returned to reality. It was the sound of a woman's gasp that had gotten her attention.

With one cock still in her mouth and another cock in her hand she turned her head. Standing in the doorway was her supervisor, Tanya Hernández. Horrified the topless woman let go of the two men and grabbed her green shirt and began dressing. "Wait ... don't go. I can explain." Tears filled Miranda's eyes as she saw her boss turn sharply and walk away. 

Of course there was no explanation for why she had been sucking and pumping two county officers at the Christmas party. It hadn't mattered anyway. Her reputation in the tight law enforcement community had been destroyed and there would be no coming back from that. A quick transfer had been arranged and now here she was alone, five days after Christmas arranging her small office near central Austin. Shaking off the memory Miranda reminded herself to hurry. There was a Sex Anonymous meeting in two hours. Recently relapsed, Miranda was trying to make ninety meetings in ninety days as suggested by her sponsor in the program. So far, she had only missed a couple.

As she quickly set up her small black metal bookshelf her phone chirped. Perfectly arched eyebrows raised as she saw the Austin 512 area code. The only person in the state capital who knew her number was her new boss, Rex and he was out of town. The blonde parole officer wasn't ready for the text.

Hi

Welcome to Austin

This is Trent

I'm a police officer in Williamson County

I want to see you tonight

:-)

This was too odd and not the least bit appropriate. Not to mention that she had a meeting to attend. Queasiness settled in Miranda's stomach. Something wasn't right and the young woman feared she knew why.

Hi

Thank you for the offer

I can't tonight

I'm so disappointed 

Deputy Baker

Said you were

A friendly girl.

A sense of the inevitable descended on Miranda' slight shoulders as she read the screen. Panic started stirring in her veins as she imagined her "problem" becoming public knowledge. Maybe she could convince this person to keep her secret. She had to try.

OK, tonight is fine

Officer Trent wasn't surprised when he read her response. It was exactly as he had expected. She couldn't afford to refuse. Relaxing back in his patrol car with a self-satisfied smile on his face, he typed on his phone. 

Great!

I'll be in front

of your office

7:00 pm Black & White 

says Round Rock on

the side. Can't wait to

meet you

:-)

The smiley face emoticon was just salt on the wound to Miranda as she sat at her empty desk and worried. Nervously she wound one finger in her thick blonde hair as she considered the coming evening. A good impression was going to be difficult but perhaps not impossible. She needed to look like someone you wanted to help. With only thirty minutes to go till the unknown officer arrived, Miranda hurried to the women's restroom. 

Looking into the small mirror she wasn't pleased. Her hair wasn't "done" and looked like she had just gotten out of bed. It was a Saturday and she hadn't even bothered with make-up. Digging through her brown satchel she found a dark rose lipstick and a bottle of Poison cologne. Once more gazing at her reflection she smoothed her golden blonde hair, applied lipstick, sprayed cologne and unbuttoned two buttons on the green plaid flannel shirt she wore. Tight Levis jeans and brown Justin Roper boots completed her outfit. 

Cramming two mints into her mouth she headed out the side door and true to his word, the Round Rock police officer's patrol car sat waiting. Walking under the dim street light she tried to calm herself. Nerves were making it hard to breathe. He hadn't actually threatened her. Maybe she could talk her way out of this. She had to try. Grimacing she admitted to herself desire was already circling throughout her petite frame. Saying the Serenity Prayer quietly to herself she continued walking towards what felt like fate. 

Grabbing the door handle of the cruiser she opened the door and leaned over. Bright blue eyes met her green ones as the light turned on. Handsome was the only word to describe the twenty something officer. He looked like a cop from TV. Blonde hair was clipped short and his strong jawline was clean and looked like it could take a punch. A prominent nose was masculine without being too big and his smile revealed a row of perfect white teeth. Miranda knew she was in trouble as she slid into the car. 

"I'm so glad you were able to make it." His grin said he wasn't lying. 

"Thank-you, for asking me." With an air of the absurd the conversation continued on as if the circumstances were normal. Miranda fidgeted and fussed with her hair as the young police officer drove into the Texas night. Trying to focus on what was happening she couldn't help but notice how large his hand gripping the steering wheel was. Her pulse quickened as she took note of the muscles in his arms.

As if he had read her thoughts, Trent flashed her a quick grin before returning his blue eyes to the road ahead. Moisture pooled between Miranda's legs as she inhaled his woodsy scent. Fuck, he smelled as good as he looked. Unconsciously Miranda licked her full lips as she imagined how Officer Trent would taste. The smile on her face told the truth. Miranda was forgetting all about her twelve-step program and was remembering everything that her body craved.

Squirming in her seat Miranda forced her gaze off the officer's strong profile and looked out at the city lights flying by the cars window. It wasn't long before the car started turning down one less populated road after another. The distracted woman hadn't even bothered to ask where they were going. She knew in her heart it didn't really matter. There wasn't much hope she could convince the officer with words to protect her secrets. That was painfully obvious. If she couldn't, well she was downright frightened to think of how far she would go to protect her reputation. 

As the car turned down a dirt road she exploded, "Please, I made a mistake. I had been drinking. I don't normally act like that ... please don't tell anyone. I need my job." Shuddering she sank into her seat and stared again at the young officer's profile. Why hadn't he spoken?

In a tone serious and quiet he finally spoke. "Miranda, I'm not going to make you do anything ... I just thought we could be friends." As he spoke he slowly stroked her silky blonde hair. She was just so tiny. He couldn't wait to get his hands on her.

She should have pushed his hand away but she didn't. Instead she sighed and leaned slightly into him and said, "No." As if she hadn't spoken his large fingers traced down her arm. His hand slightly glanced the side of her breast as he pulled the patrol car to a stop behind an old abandoned building.

"Promise me, you won't tell anyone ... please." Her voice didn't sound like a bad-ass parole officer. No, she sounded like a little girl pleading to stay up past bedtime. The thrill of power shot through the young police officer. Pleased Trent felt his need begin to rise.

"Don't worry, no one knows we're here ... it's our secret. Now let's get out of the car."

Miranda stepped from the cruiser into the unusually temperate air as if she were sleepwalking. Inside was another story all together. A fierce war was raging. Intellect demanded she stop this insanity but base desires had her already wanting to please this powerful man. 

"Come here." 

With hesitant steps she approached the man who had taken charge of her. Lounging against the hood of the black and white car he leered. "That's right Baby ... come talk to me."

Talk? Was it possible? Would he really give her a chance to talk her way out of this predicament? Her hopes were immediately dashed when he added another direction.

"Take off your sweater and shirt ... I want to see those fabulous titties I've heard so much about." Officer Trent's little brother was also an officer of the law. Only he was still stuck in their hometown, Lubbock. The phone call telling him about Miranda had been the best Christmas present the older brother had ever received. Mentally he reminded himself to thank his younger sibling.

Miranda felt her prominent nipples harden and an ache begin between her legs as she stood in front of the cocky officer. Keeping her head down she shed her cardigan and began to unbutton her plaid shirt. 

"Look at me." It was said softly but it was not a request.

Shivering Miranda raised her eyes. Immediately a blush spread across her neck and face. Staring boldly into his heat filled blue eyes she pulled her shirt open and let it fall to the ground. 

"The bra too."

Eyes still locked on his she unclasped her black cotton bra and it joined her shirt on the dry ground.

"Fuck ... they are perfect." And letting out a low whistle he starred at her large pale breasts made even more beautiful by her engorged nipples. Chuckling he pointed out that she was having a good time. Shame flooded through Miranda when she heard the truth in his words and she dropped her head.

Under the streetlight Miranda stood exposed and waiting for direction. None was needed. She knew exactly what the young police officer wanted when she heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down. Without even looking up, Miranda lowered herself to the asphalt. Officer Trent's erection twitched as the woman looked up and offered her warm mouth.

With a sound animalistic in nature he pulled his nine and half inches out. A grin spread across his face as he watched Miranda's green eyes widen. He knew just how big he was. There wasn't much he enjoyed more than the look in a woman's eyes the first time she saw what was headed her way. The young woman kneeling before him didn't disappoint. It was the biggest cock she had ever seen in person and it showed in her expression as she licked her parted lips.

Leaning down the police officer grabbed a handful of Miranda's shoulder length hair and pulled her forward. Instinctively Miranda wrapped her pale small hand around his impressive girth. Her fingers didn't quite touch as she drew him to her mouth. Taking just her tongue she lightly circled the head. Officer Trent's flavor immediately hit her taste buds and she groaned softly. Gone was any remembrance of her conflicted feelings.

Tension built in Miranda's core as she lavished attention on the young policeman. One small hand tickled the officer's balls and the other stroked his straining erection. The parole officer's mouth stretched as Miranda took all of him deep into her throat. Need began to eclipse all else as she continued deep throating Trent. Smacking sounds entered the still night air as Miranda hungrily sucked and licked the tall officer. 

Groaning he twisted his hand tighter in her thick blonde hair and began to set his own rhythm. Over and over again he plunged down the throat of the trapped woman. Gagging, Miranda took the assault with pleasure. Tears filled her eyes as she struggled for breath. Officer Trent's groans began to build and suddenly Miranda felt herself released. 

Abruptly the police offer grabbed Miranda's arm and yanked her to her feet. "Turn around and put your hands on the hood." Jolts of electricity ripped through Miranda as she happily complied. The desire to be fucked was the only thing on her mind. As she unbuttoned her Levis she felt Officer Trent tugging at her waistband. Jeans and black cotton panties around her ankles Miranda thrust her curved ass out. Sounds of pleasure surrounded her as the officer roughly squeezed her rounded cheeks. With one hand he opened her from behind and with the other Trent guided his engorged nine and half inches between her legs.

Miranda's head roared with anticipation as she felt him line up. Wiggling her pale behind at him and lifting one knee she encouraged him further. The tightening in the officer's balls was all encompassing and with a roar he plunged. Cries erupted from the woman pinned on the hood of the police cruiser as his width stretched her tender flesh. Pain and pleasure fused as she ground back against his strokes. 

Grasping her soft hips roughly he pulled her forcefully back as his speed increased. "God you're tight ... fuck yes!" And the rhythm continued as Miranda was bounced back and forth. Coiling deep inside forced moans from her lips as she climbed towards release. 

Stroke after stroke, Officer Trent laid claim to the young parole officer. Her slippery folds embraced him in silky tightness. The sound of slapping flesh was soon accompanied by cries guttural in nature. Miranda's screams grew as she climbed higher and higher. The assault on her ravaged flesh continued as the rising became unbearable. 

Wave after wave of moisture was released as Miranda reached orgasm. Satisfaction complete she collapsed further onto the hood of the black and white cruiser. Officer Trent's firm slap on her ass snapped her out of her fog and she pushed back with gusto. 

As Miranda's hot pussy throbbed around the massive cock impaling her, Officer Trent began to roar. Rhythm increased as need became excruciating. With rapid fire movement the muscular police officer reached the wall. Shudders ripped through him as rope after rope of thick hot cum shot deep into Miranda. Groaning he collapsed on the prone woman. 

Within a few moments Officer Trent withdrew his softening cock and again slapped Miranda's ample ass. "Get dressed ... we have to go."

Nodding her assent, the parole officer pulled up her tight jeans and reached for her bra and flannel shirt. Without speaking she returned to the passenger seat. Officer Trent slid into the cruiser and with a quick grin her way headed back into town. 

No words were spoken as they sped through the night. Miranda knew she was in trouble. The need to fuck was already returning. Glancing sideways at the officer she hoped he could keep a secret. She certainly wouldn't mind being his personal fuck toy.

Pulling to the curb in front of the parole office, Officer Trent spoke for the first time. "That was fucking awesome ... you are an amazing fuck." As Miranda stepped from the car he added, "Can't wait till next time. We'll be in touch." Before Miranda could even register that he had used the word "we," the Round Rock cruiser was gone.


Miranda, Wanton Parole Officer Ch. 01



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Thank-you for reading this first chapter. I hope you will continue to enjoy Miranda's antics in the following chapters.

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Miranda, Wanton Parole Officer Ch. 02



The Warehouse

Two weeks had passed and Miranda still hadn't heard a word from the handsome police officer that had taken her for a ride. Trent had been told Miranda's secrets by his younger brother. Without any apparent hesitation, the Round Rock police officer had used the information to his own advantage. After fucking Miranda on the hood of his black and white cruiser Officer Trent had made one thing certain; he wasn't through with Miranda's body and there were others that wanted to play with her too. Miranda hadn't let herself really relax since Trent had first called her and "asked" to be friends but she had at least stopped jumping each time a text sounded. 

Miranda's reception by her fellow parole officers at the Austin office made one thing clear. Nobody knew why Miranda had really left the Lubbock Division and the blonde was willing to do just about anything to keep it that way. Cringing inside, Miranda imagined her new coworker's faces if they discovered she had been caught pleasuring two deputies. It had happened at the winter holiday party at the Lubbock County Jail and her former boss had been the one who caught Miranda on her knees with one rigid cock in her mouth and another in her hand.

Officer Trent was not her only problem. Since getting used by the virile young man she had been in a constant state of arousal. Like an alcoholic after one beer Miranda was completely consumed with what she shouldn't do. Every man the sex-addict encountered brought goosebumps to the young woman's skin. It wasn't just gorgeous men. No, Miranda's body was screaming to be used and it didn't care by whom.

She could have gone to a meeting or called her sponsor but it never even crossed Miranda's sex obsessed mind. Instead she had scheduled a Brazilian wax and pedicure. Thoughts of being bent over and used had pushed reason away. Never had the young woman's condition been so bad. Even her parolees were beginning to look like options. Frowning at her inappropriate thoughts Miranda grabbed her belongings and headed out of the small state office.

Today was her home visit day. At least twelve hours would be spent visiting the homes of those who others tried to forget. Miranda's normally conservative clothing was even more severe than usual. A tight bun kept her thick blonde hair contained. Dressed in black flats, black slacks, a thin white turtleneck and black cardigan she didn't look like a woman caught in the midst of a sexual frenzy.

As Miranda walked to her car she mentally listed all that needed doing. Her phone chirping brought her back to the moment. Standing next to her 2009 blue Chevy Silverado pickup, she pulled her smartphone from the brown satchel hanging from her shoulder. Her heart quickened when she saw the number. Officer Trent had left a message. Trying to squash her rising excitement she read:

Hey Babe

Tonight at 8

I'll pick you up

Miranda's stomach sank as her heartbeat quickened. Self-contempt rose in her throat and left her shaking her head as she slid into her car. No matter what she told herself, she knew deep down she was not only going to meet Officer Trent but she was going to enjoy doing so. As she steered with one hand, Miranda began without any thought to lightly stroke herself between her legs.

The day was longer and more difficult than Miranda had even imagined it would be. Parolees had been argumentative and family members were non-responsive as she tried to fulfill her obligations to the state. Conscientious by nature, Miranda didn't feel okay rushing through her appointments but she did want a little time to prepare for the evening. So despite her reservations, she cancelled her last three appointments and sped across the congested city to the townhouse she rented on the Northside.

Excitement propelled her as she ran upstairs to her small blue bedroom. Clothes flew in all directions as she hurried to the adjoining master bath. Leaning over the small sink she examined her appearance. A frown crossed her brow as she released her bun and shook her head. Thick blonde hair fell in waves past her shoulders. That was better.

Next, she applied eyeliner and mascara to her slanted green eyes. Red lipstick and a spray of Coco Chanel and she declared herself done. The closet was her next stop. She wanted something a little sexier than what she normally wore but she didn't want it obvious she had prepared herself for Officer Trent. Sighing she acknowledged to herself that was exactly what she was doing. Preparing herself to be used.

Just the thought of submitting to the dominant police officer brought moisture between her legs as she frantically searched for something that wasn't designed to discourage attention. A fitted black skirt she wore to court and a pair of small black heels were as sexy as she could find. Pulling the skirt and the heels on she reached for a red blouse that was just a little too sheer and a little too tight for work. Last a black cardigan was added to conceal that there was anything unusual about her appearance. Satisfied she looked at the clock and panicked. It was 7:00 o'clock, grabbing her keys she ran out the door.

Pulling into her parking spot at the parole office she released her breath. It had only taken fifty-five minutes to get ready and drive to the office. Before Miranda could step out of her pickup, a Round Rock police car pulled next to her. Officer Trent was behind the wheel and another man occupied the passenger seat. The implication was obvious and Miranda took a deep breath as she felt her pulse race.

Stepping from the blue truck she felt as if everyone was watching her as she hurriedly slid into the backseat of the cruiser. While Officer Trent began to pull out of the parking lot the other man turned around. Lust filled hazel eyes grinned at her.

"Hi, I'm Damien. I couldn't be happier to meet you," as he spoke, Miranda stared speechless. The new man was imposing. Muscles bulged under his tight University of Texas tank and his arms appeared massive from where Miranda sat. A tattoo on his right shoulder showed a coiled rattle snake with the words, "Don't Tread on Me" written underneath.

Reaching up she shook his darkly tanned hand as if there wasn't anything odd about their meeting. Still holding her small pale hand he grinned. A dark mustache and goatee gave his coarse features an even rougher appearance. He was one of those undercover cops who looked more like a biker than law enforcement. It was a look Miranda knew how to appreciate.

Pulling her hand back Miranda squirmed under his gaze. Her body began to burn as he made no secret about sizing her up and down. With one last glance at her tits he turned around and slapped the other officer on the shoulder. Officer Damien obviously approved of the woman who was to be the night's entertainment.

Feeling very small and very vulnerable Miranda was driven into the unseasonably warm Texas night. Heading north from the downtown office the patrol car sped its way to another suburb of Austin. Cedar Park located next to the affluent "high tech" town of Round Rock catered to suburbanites seeking good schools. Life seemed too strange to believe as the patrol car pulled off Highway 183 and into the parking lot of a storage facility.

"Why are we here?" Her voice shook a little. The unknown felt dangerous and Miranda felt adrenaline pumping through her veins as she waited for one of the large men to respond.

"We're here," said as Officer Trent pulled next to the last storage container. A white garage style door and a standard door with the number 207 painted on it sat at the entrance of the two story container. No windows lined the beige stucco building. Isolation would be complete once Miranda allowed herself to be led into this deserted place.

Surprise didn't even begin to explain the feeling that hit Miranda as she stepped through the door. Somebody had been busy. Serious construction had been done to the area intended for storage. First a small entryway had been built complete with a desk and chair. A fake tree stood in one corner of the small space and the area felt like an odd stage set.

With Officer Trent in front of her and Officer Damien behind she followed them into the second compartment. A bigger surprise waited. A disco ball hung from the ceiling and a queen sized mattress covered in black linens was shoved into one corner. Yellow leather couches formed the letter "L" in the middle of the room and the opposing wall held a television as large as any Miranda had ever seen.

Slanted eyes bugged as she struggled to take in everything she was seeing. There was a small refrigerator, a black leather ottoman and a black wooden bookshelf held porn DVDs, an extremely large tube of lube and several boxes of condoms. Both of the officers watched Miranda amused as she continued studying the space. Her green eyes continued to widen as she saw what was hanging from the ceiling. Made out of black leather straps, the contraption was something Miranda didn't recognize.

Laughing, Damien wrapped his muscular arm around Miranda's slender shoulders. "That's a sex swing, Babe. You're going to love it ... now come see the rest." Scooting her along with him he showed her a small unfinished bathroom and stairs that led to a second floor. Months must have been spent building this hidden "fuck house." Walking up the stairs made of raw unstained wood she asked, "How?"

"A couple of years ago while having a few drinks at Wagner's Bar a few of us started daydreaming. How could we have an unseen place to play? A place you could take certain women to turn fantasies into reality and this is what we came up with. We share everything here."

"How many of you are there?"

"Only seven. We keep the group small and tight. So what do you think?" Damien's coarse features split into a grin and it made him look like a child who had just gotten a gold star. Looking around the upstairs Miranda's heart was thumping so loud it made speech difficult. The square unfinished room held two queen sized mattresses under a bare light bulb. "This area isn't finished, it's for when the parties get too large for downstairs, so tell me, what do you think?" The pride in his voice was evident.

"I'm impressed ... how often...?" Miranda left the question unsaid.

"Every chance we get, we're all law enforcement so it's rare we can all be here at one time. Come on."

Following Damien down the narrow stairs, Miranda heard hip-hop music playing. The place kind of freaked her out. It wasn't hard to imagine that things could easily spiral out of control in this man cave. There was one thing she was still confused about, the tiny front office. After Trent answered her question, she wished she hadn't asked.

During football season, when the Dallas Cowboys were playing, apparently this group of male officers liked to invite one special lady over to play hostess. The fire in Damien's hazel eyes blazed and a predatory grin covered his angular face as he explained what the duties of the "hostess" were. Dressed as slutty as possible the chosen woman was to sit at the desk and show those attending the game to their seats. After everyone had taken a place she was to pass out beverages and wait for instruction.

Hot juices pooled between Miranda's legs and she felt her core tightening as she imagined the other duties the hostess would be expected to perform. Looking up to Damien she felt Trent's naturally tanned arm wrap around her waist. "Get the lights; it's time to play."

With a flip of a switch, Damien sent pulsating colored lights around the now darkened room. Everything became surreal as the lights and music throbbed in unison around the troubled woman. As quickly as Trent had grabbed her he released her. Both men took a seat on one of the yellow leather couches as Damien yelled for Miranda to move her fine ass and get dancing.

Now standing in the center of the room as the men urged her to dance she didn't feel like an officer of the law. No, she felt like a cheap stripper who had lost all options. There was only one problem, she couldn't move. As if her feet had been glued to the tacky shag rug underneath her she stood immobilized by uncertainty. Self-conscious she wrapped the black cardigan around her and looked down.

A flush crept across her neck and over her face as the two men continued demanding she dance. Closing her eyes and pretending she was alone she allowed her full hips to begin swaying. As she caught the beat her movements became more aggressive. The music flowed through and around her as she relaxed into its sexy caress.

Soon time and place were forgotten as the music began to lead. Slipping the black cardigan off her arms she continued to undulate in a steady rhythm. As if lifted out of her ordinary existence the parole officer danced with abandonment. As the men began to comment on her particular charms she smiled. Words crude and graphic sounded like praise stroking her body and she lifted her slender arms above her head.

Eyes still closed, she sighed as if caressed by a secret lover. Slippery moisture crept down her muscular thighs and her skin ached to be touched. Cries for her to strip didn't seem to be heard until she opened her eyes and stared directly at the two bristling men. Without blinking, she began to unbutton her red sheer blouse. As tingling crept up her body as she let the shirt drop to the floor. Grateful she had gone lingerie shopping she stood in a sheer lace bra and black fitted skirt. Her puffy nipples strained against the black lace and both men noticed.

"Take off your skirt and keep your heels on." The bald man's voice had dropped two octaves and his demands vibrated in the air. "Fuck, she is beautiful." For the second time that night he slapped his buddy on the back in thanks.

With a slight smile on her angular face and eyes that screamed to fuck she reached behind her back and unzipped her skirt and let it join her blouse. Only a thin scrap of black lace covered her mound in the tiny thong she wore. Dizzy she continued swaying before them. The feel of their eyes on her made her breath shallow as her heartbeat raced.

"The bra too." Trent's voice sounded even more urgent than Damian's had and she shuddered in anticipation. Without reservation she complied. A rush of pleasure shot through her as she heard their sounds of approval. Her large pale breasts stood revealed and her dark pink nipples were swollen with desire as the men inspected her.

"Dance some more and use your luscious ass." Damien leaned forward with tattooed arms on knees and watched the blonde woman before him begin to move. As her luscious breasts began to swing, he groaned under his breath and rearranged himself. Raw sensuality like what Miranda radiated was rare and the two men recognized she was different.

Both hands clasped behind her head and with her elbows out she moved with ease to the hip-hop beat. Turning slowly as the men sat unblinking she revealed her pale white cheeks. Back and forth her ass shook before the two. Gone was the young woman who had taken law enforcement by storm. Instead a woman who longed to be adored stood entertaining two police officers as they reveled in her wanton movements.

Damien's head roared and demanded he stop wasting time. Standing the muscle bound cop pulled his shirt over his head and immediately dropped his cargo pants to the floor. Multicolored light flickered across his broad body and revealed a muscular chest covered in a smattering of brown curly hair. A dark love trail led from his flat stomach to everything Damien was dying to give Miranda. His erection matched the rest of him. Large, veiny and standing at attention.

As Miranda began turning her curvy body back towards the couch she felt her narrow waist grabbed and she was lifted squealing into the air. Sweeping his large muscular arm under her Damien caught her and cradled her to his chest. Miranda felt tiny against him and kicked her heels playfully. His musky scent surrounded her as he bent his head into her neck and inhaled. As he told her how delicious she smelt he carried her to the bed that had been shoved into the opposite corner.

Her fair skin glowed against the black linens. Lying back her blonde hair spread around her head like a halo and her slender legs fell open. Miranda had no idea just how gorgeous she was and she began to squirm as Damien just stood there staring at her. The dominant man couldn't believe what a lucky bastard he was as he grasped the sides of Miranda's thong and pulled it roughly down her hips. Now nude, Miranda's green eyes became even more lust filled as she stared back.

Stripping quickly, Trent ran a hand through his short blonde hair and stepped to the foot of the bed. His nine inch plus erection strained towards the young woman. Without conscious thought Miranda's red tipped nails began to stroke herself as her back slightly arched under their combined gazes. Two darkly tanned hands spread her firm thighs as Damien continued gazing between her legs. A small patch of closely trimmed light brown hair topped two pink symmetrical lips swollen and parting before his eyes.

Grasping her thighs he yanked her roughly to the end of the bed. Damien settled on his knees between Miranda's spread legs. Placing one of her legs on each side of his head he leaned forward and inhaled. Her aroma was sweet and musky and made him want to attack. With a thigh in each of his large hands he began to lick.

Like a cat getting its belly rubbed, Miranda made small mewing sounds as the officer's tongue lapped at her slit. The sensations his mouth invoked in her were glorious and she pressed herself against him. Slippery wet nectar met his tongue and he groaned at the sweet and salty flavor. As Damien's tongue began to move in and out of her folds, Miranda felt Trent's weight compress the mattress as he crawled towards her.

Looking into Miranda's glazed expression, Trent grinned and lowered his head. Suckling her nipple into his mouth he growled softly. As one of Trent's large fingers twisted and pulled at one swollen nipple, his mouth tormented the other. Flames erupted throughout the young parole officer as two men played with her body.

Damien's seeking tongue landed on Miranda's engorged clit and she squealed with delight. Round and round his tongue went on her most sensitive spot. Need for relief was all encompassing as Miranda ground her dripping labia into the officer's face.

Bites that had begun softly intensified quickly as the Trent teased one straining nipple after another. Tension climbed higher and higher as Miranda wiggled and moaned under the two large men. As pleasure became unbearable, Miranda arched her slender back and tensed. Screams ripped through the "fuck room" as Miranda felt herself erupt. The smell of sex surrounded the entangled bodies on the bed as hot juices ran from her throbbing pussy. Sounds of slurping could be heard as the bald officer drank all she squirted.

Melting into the mattress, Miranda collapsed. Her rest was brief as Trent addressed his buddy. "Put her on all fours, I want some more of that mouth." Miranda knew she should be offended, they hadn't even used her name as they spoke. Nor had the two addressed her. None the less, contentment entered Miranda as she relished feeling like a desired fuck toy.

Sitting back on his knees Damien rolled the sated woman over. With a firm slap on her rounded ass he instructed her to get on all fours. Complying Miranda faced the blonde officer with her ass pointed at Damien. Taking his strong fingers, the bald officer stroked her crack. Goosebumps erupted wherever his hand landed and Miranda wiggled her pale hips enticingly.

Trent could wait no more and grabbed Miranda's hair and pulled her head back. Looking up with passion filled eyes Miranda smiled. Trent's blue eyes burned as he guided his stiff erection towards her waiting mouth. Without hesitating he held Miranda's head firmly and plunged down her throat. Gagging around his massive size Miranda began to suck instinctively.




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With barely restrained aggression Damien shoved her legs apart and lined his hungry cock up with her tender folds. Balls constricting he wiggled his mushroom shaped head into her and plunged. As his sack slapped her ass, Miranda was thrust forward and Trent's smooth skinned erection was shoved even further down the spit-roasted woman's throat. As a rhythm was set the pale petite woman bounced between the two alpha males.

The thrill of two men thrusting in and out of her was too much. More nerves were hit than ever before as she bounced back and forth in the surreal setting. The pulse of music and strobing lights joined with Miranda's reality as the pinned woman descended further into her base sexuality. Only motion and sound existed as she submitted to their battering.

Never had the two officers ever seen a woman take dick better and their sounds of passion soon joined the sounds of mating. How long Miranda was pounded by the two men ceased to matter as intelligence took a back seat. Only hedonistic pleasure thrived in the flickering lights as the three became one. Damien's thrusts accelerated and Miranda fought for breath around Trent.

"Take that dick ... take that dick ...," became a chant as Damien battered Miranda's hot pussy. His grip on her ass strengthened as his thrusts became frenzied. Unable to breathe, Miranda pushed back as hard as she could. A roar ripped from the rough looking undercover officer as he tensed. Four deep plunges later and Damien began to jerk. Miranda whimpered around Trent's cock in her throat as she felt Damien's hot sticky ropes of cum splatter inside of her.

Dizzy from a lack of air Miranda choked louder. As Damien withdrew so did Trent. Slapping her ass, Damien praised her. "Damn girl, you know how to screw." His words of praise filled her with satisfaction as she inhaled air hungrily. Stepping away from the end of the bed, Damien made room for his friend. Immediately, Trent grabbed Miranda's curved ass and pulled it higher into the air.

With a slap of his own, Trent told Miranda to get down on her arms and to keep her fine ass up. Tears still streaming down her face she collapsed on to her forearms and offered her generous hips to him. Taking his throbbing member in hand Trent stroked his head up and down between the young woman's cheeks. Each time he touched her back opening, Miranda yelped.

Miranda's rectum quivered as the blonde officer stopped and slapped his cock on her ass. Looking over his shoulder he called to the other man. "Throw me some lube, I'm claiming this ass." Within seconds Miranda felt first one lubed finger slip in to her tightest recess followed by another finger a second later. Damien stood watching as Trent massaged lube into the young woman's ass. Alarm filled Miranda. She had never had anal sex before and she wasn't sure she wanted to.

Whimpers grew and were ignored in the "fuck room" as Trent stroked lube onto his lightly tanned cock. Leaning over, Damien spread the shaking woman's smooth cheeks for his friend. With his target pulled open before him, Trent gently pushed his wide head into her tiny opening. The first pop pulled a scream from deep within Miranda. She had fantasized about anal domination but the pain was too much and she whispered, "Stop."

Her whispers remained unheard in the club like atmosphere. Moving with as much gentleness he could muster, Trent moved forward in her virgin ass. Miranda felt herself stretching to accommodate his girth and each move made her gasp louder. She hadn't really agreed to this and the invasion of her backdoor made everything seem even more dreamlike. Closing her eyes she willed herself to relax.

Transfixed Damien watched Trent's wide cock enter the young woman. As Trent hit bottom Miranda released her breath with a soft mewling. Filled as never before Miranda felt herself begin to relax around the intrusion. With her next released breath, Trent began to move. Slowly he pulled back and gently returned to her deepest recess. Over and over again he stretched the battered flesh as he moved back and forth.

Tightness like he had never experienced before grasped the blonde police officer with each movement. The pleasure was so exquisite that soon Trent's rhythm increased. Grunts entered the sex filled air each time he struck bottom. The pressure in the cop's balls was excruciating and required gratification. Soon the young officer crossed the line and could no longer think of the young woman whose body he was claiming. Raw sounds poured from him as Miranda's muscles squeezed and sucked at his erection. Never had pleasure felt so powerful and he began to pound the stretched opening.

Pain continued deep inside Miranda but soon radiant pleasure began to enter her ravaged body. Painful sensations mixed with the pleasure of submitting overwhelmed Miranda and she cried out. Horrified the pinned woman realized the truth. She was beginning to enjoy this unnatural act. Small sounds of desire grew in Miranda's throat as a tightness deep within began to twist and turn.

Necessity drove Trent faster and soon the young police officer felt his balls clinching. As the blue eyed man threw his head back and yelled out he pumped in a disjointed manner. Blasts of hot sticky seed filled Miranda as Trent continued to jerk deep inside her. Damien released her cheeks and slapped his friend on the back. "My turn to tap that delicious ass."

Miranda relished the feel of Trent's softening cock slipping from her sore flesh. Never had she felt more used and truthfully she cherished it.

"Let's put her in the swing." Damien's veiny thick erection had already hardened again and he wanted in Miranda's cum filled ass. It felt like he had never wanted anything more as he lifted the exhausted woman into his strong arms. Trent followed the two to the black leather straps hanging from the ceiling.

As Trent held the straps apart, Damien settled Miranda's petite frame into the seat. Trent grabbed her feet and put them in stirrup like straps. Only Miranda's feet, arms and back were supported. The position afforded direct access to both of her enticing openings.

Taking one leather strap that held the swing suspended, Damien pulled the opened woman towards him. His hazel eyes never left the gaping folds headed his way. Grabbing his thick erection he pressed the head to her lubed and cum filled rectum. Whimpering, Miranda hung suspended and completely in their control. With a leather strap in each hand, Damien pulled Miranda towards him.

Slippery and wet, her narrow back passage accepted his throbbing size. Back and forth Damien guided the prone woman. With each swing Miranda's raw insides were struck again and fully claimed. Pleasure eclipsed pain in the young parole officer and Miranda threw her head back and moaned. Clinching strong and deep claimed Miranda's attention as the swinging continued.

"Oh my God ... oh my God ... you're so tight ... take that dick ...!" Words continued to pour from Damien as Miranda's sensitive flesh constricted around him. Soon her cries of abandonment joined his. Each plunge struck nerves deep in her bowels and Miranda felt an orgasm nearing. Jerky movements uncoordinated and sharp gripped the young blonde as spasms began.

Crazed out of her mind, Miranda screamed like an animal. Explosions erupted where they had never before been as her climax ripped through her twitching body. The spasms gripping Damien's cock pushed him over the edge and he too erupted with jerks and twitches of his own. A second batch of hot cum flooded into Miranda's bowels as a roar of ecstasy left the bald officer. Rousing himself from his sexual stupor, Damien let his softening cock slide out of Miranda. As the two officers smiled at one another, Miranda continued to hang suspended.

Dressed now, Trent helped the shaking woman from the swing. Stroking her hair he told her how amazing she was. With a slap on her already pink cheeks, the blue eyed officer told her to dress. The drive back downtown went quickly and with few words said. As Miranda stared out the window she felt cum dripping from her and she sighed satisfied.

The parking lot was deserted as the patrol car pulled to a stop next to Miranda's pickup. Stepping out of the car on still shaky feet she turned to open the blue truck's door. Leaning out the window, Damien spoke in a teasing tone, "Don't forget the playoffs are coming, you're going to be our best hostess ever."

Sitting in her truck, Miranda thought of her upcoming gang bang with excitement and dread. Despite truly wanting to control her urges the horny young woman knew one thing for sure. Saying no wouldn't be easy.

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Detective Lyons

Three weeks had passed and Miranda still hadn't received any calls from the two policemen that had used her so completely. Though disappointment had been real the first week, her feelings changed. Disappointment quickly turned to relief. Miranda had no business playing "hostess" for a bunch of deviants carrying badges. She had a career to save. That's why on a beautiful Saturday morning when the sun was shining, the young parole officer was at her office working.

Files were stacked on both sides of Miranda's gray, state-issued metal desk and spilled onto the floor. One hundred and eleven convicted felons were her responsibility and if it killed Miranda she was going to get familiar with each case. For hours she read and took notes on each of her parolee's files. Miranda's first report day in the new office was only two days away. If she wasn't ready for the clients that would file through her office on Monday, she would lose serious credibility with her fellow parole officers.

Biting her lower lip, Miranda ran her red nails through her thick blonde hair. Her thoughts kept retuning to the secret warehouse where men took women for unfettered play. Every time she thought of what she had allowed those men to do to her body, her heartbeat raced and warmth settled between her legs. She didn't know why what others considered wrong always made her melt and she didn't know how to change it. Her only defense was to avoid men.

A knock at the door startled the preoccupied woman. Miranda had thought she was the only one working. "Come in."

"Hey, I wanted to introduce you to someone."

Her boss's Saturday had also been destroyed. A call earlier to the forty something parole supervisor had brought the over worked state employee scurrying to the office. Rex would have preferred to watch his teenage son play soccer. The only bread winner in his family of five, the African American man frequently missed his children's activities.

A parolee had been at large for over six months had finally been arrested. Suspected of a double homicide the twenty-eight year old man had been captured in Round Rock. The primary detective on the case, Detective Lyons, wanted a copy of the parolee's file.

Standing she watched her tall supervisor motion someone into the small office. "Detective Lyons, this is Officer Williams."

"It's good to meet you, call me Miranda, please."

Reaching over her desk, Miranda offered her hand to the female detective. Closer to forty than thirty the detective was a serious type. Medium brown hair was pulled back into a bun and her smiling face was devoid of make-up. Large light brown eyes and full lips dominated her thin face. The smile on her face did not match the seriousness reflected in the detective's eyes.

"You can call me Jennifer; I'm pleased to meet you too."

She wasn't sure why but there was something about the Round Rock detective that the young parole officer found unsettling. Perhaps it was the way the other woman kept sizing her up or she acknowledged to herself it might just be the coincidence. Round Rock just made her think of the police officers who had so recently dominated her.

"You two get to know each other; I have to make a call." Rex's voice trailed off as he rounded the corner. Before she took a seat the slim detective closed the door.

Sitting across from the young blonde parole officer, Jennifer relished the moment. Obviously uncomfortable Miranda squirmed behind her desk as she struggled for something to say.

"You are even more beautiful than Trent said, truly exquisite," her words were said barely above a whisper as she studied Miranda's bright green eyes and high cheekbones. As her eyes continued down to the large breasts squeezed into a Fleetwood Mac t-shirt she continued, "And a lot of fun."

Miranda's stomach dropped as she sat with mouth open. This couldn't be happening. Why would they tell this woman about her? It didn't make sense. She had done everything they wanted.

"I want you to come by my apartment tonight ... we can talk. You could use a friend."

Miranda knew she shouldn't get her hopes up but the smile on the woman's face seemed sincere and it was true. She desperately need a friend.

"Okay, that would be nice. I don't know what Officer Trent told you but...," before she could finish speaking Jennifer stopped her. The detective was not a friend of Officer Trent, in fact, she despised him. Everything she knew about the young parole officer she had learned from eavesdropping.

"Don't worry. I make my own opinions. Here's my address. I'll see you at eight." With that Jennifer stood and exited the gray and black office.

Chewing on her bottom lip Miranda studied the address. Detective Lyons was practically a neighbor. Any chance of concentrating on her task gone, Miranda loaded her satchel, turned off the lights and left.

The time passed slowly as Miranda readied herself for the evening. She just didn't know what to expect. Back and forth she went. One moment she thought the attractive detective really did want to befriend her. The next, she would remember how the older woman had sized her up. When Jennifer's brown eyes had traveled up and down her body, Miranda had felt undressed.

Stepping from the bathtub shower, Miranda grabbed a pale blue towel and piled her hair on top of her head. Studying herself in the small bathroom mirror she couldn't help but ask herself what she had gotten herself into. The move to Austin was supposed to be a fresh start. Instead she was now being told what to do and when to do it.

Tears threatened and were stopped. There was no point in feeling sorry for herself she thought as she pulled a long knit dress from the closet. Slipping on the chocolate brown dress Miranda frowned. She'd never been with a woman before. Despite the stirrings she had felt while Detective Lyons stared at her, Miranda had no desire to eat pussy.

The apartment was only about fifteen minutes away but the drive seemed even shorter to Miranda. She was in no rush to meet the detective but standing outside the apartment complex in the night air seemed pointless. There was no real advantage in avoiding the inevitable so Miranda approached the downstairs apartment and rang the bell.

If she hadn't been certain she was at the right address she might not have recognized Detective Lyons. Gone was the severe bun. Thick golden brown hair hung straight to her collarbones. Her large caramel colored eyes were heavily outlined and her full lips were painted a muted red. A red silk robe was tied around her narrow waist and stopped just above her knees. With a glass of red wine in one hand, Jennifer motioned with the other for Miranda to enter.

Walking into the spacious apartment Miranda was again surprised. The place was positively girly. Hues of purple filled the living space and covered the walls. A white leather sectional dominated the room and was faced by two club chairs covered in a deep violet damask. Fresh flowers in white and purple filled a large vase sitting on a white rectangular dining table to the left of the entryway.

"Not what you expected? Take a look around. I'll go get you a glass too ... red or white?" Her voice was even different, softer and more feminine.

"Whatever you are having is fine." Miranda slowly walked around the living room. Art hung in large groupings on all the walls. Wide, silver frames held water color paintings of the female form. Some were of women, nude and simply drawn. Others were of women dressed and undressed performing various acts of love on one another. There was no uncertainty left about which team Jennifer played on.

Miranda felt Jennifer's presence behind her and turned. "So ... what do you think?" A sexy smile on her face, Jennifer raised her dark eyebrows.

"They're beautiful ... very erotic." Warmth rushed to her face as she looked up to the taller woman. Desire had entered Jennifer's eyes.

"Here, it's Sicilian, very dry."

"Thank-you ... I need to tell you something..." Jennifer waved her off and motioned to one of the club chairs.

Feeling a little shaky, Miranda took a healthy gulp of the red wine and sat. Taking a seat on the leather sectional Jennifer pulled her toned legs under her.

"I'm not gay." Quickly Miranda added, "I'm not judging ... you just needed to know."

Still smiling, Jennifer sipped from the glass in her hand. "I couldn't care less what your sexual preference is, that's your problem Sweetie."

Confusion entered Miranda. Had she read the situation wrong? Was Jennifer really offering to be her friend? She hoped she hadn't blown it with the unusual woman.

"You're here to please me−not the other way around. I hope you enjoy yourself, but really that is a choice."

Miranda was horrified yet still felt her nipples tingle as the woman's dominant nature took hold of her. Crossing her legs, Miranda squeezed her thighs together and tried to make the heat between them go away.

"Drink up, I'm ready for you to get busy," Jennifer said as she slipped out of her silk robe. Sitting nude on the couch, the detective motioned to the seat next to her. Panic hit Miranda. She didn't want to make-out with a woman and she really didn't want to eat pussy. The idea disgusted her. Indecision kept her frozen even as desire grew in the young blonde. Telling herself it would be over quickly, Miranda stood and approached the older woman.

Now reclining on the couch, Jennifer watched with amusement as Miranda struggled with her decision. Her green eyes reflected her inner turmoil. Why would Jennifer do this? The detective was gorgeous. A slim body tightened by running miles every day sported small firm breasts with darkly tanned aureole. A flat stomach led to a small patch of dark hair over her bare labia and her legs were long and lightly muscled. She wasn't someone who would have a difficult time finding others to play with.

"Come on, I won't bite ... not much." Jennifer's voice was teasing but lust could be heard in her words.

Rising from the damask club chair Miranda approached the reclining detective. Shaking inside, she felt unwanted arousal winding its way throughout her body.

"Take off your clothes, I want to look at you." This time her voice did not carry a teasing tone.

Unhappy, Miranda felt herself continuing to respond. Her self-disgust was real as Miranda tried to halt her body's responses. She knew the wine wasn't helping the situation but she downed her glass anyhow and placed it empty on the glass topped end table. 

Pretending this wasn't real, the blonde woman grabbed the hem of her brown knit dress and pulled it over her head. Wearing only a black bra and a pair of black bikinis she stood as if for examination.

Jennifer's body ached as she took in the beauty before her. The petite woman was even more exquisite than she had imagined. Miranda's frame was petite. But there was nothing petite about her breasts and hips. There she was more than amply curved. The detective slowly licked her lips as she told Miranda to finish.

Reaching behind her back, Miranda let the bra fall. Jennifer's eyes widened as she stared at the DD's. They were going to be fun to play with. Impatiently she watched the frowning woman step out of her last piece of clothing. Still standing, Miranda waited to be told what to do. Jennifer's light brown eyes filled with longing as they consumed Miranda. She had never seen a more beautiful sight. Miranda's bare lips were perfectly formed and slightly parted with only a dark blonde landing strip.

The scent of female sexuality surrounded them as both women became more inflamed in the softly lit room. One of Jennifer's tanned hands twirled her areola as she spread her slim thighs apart.

"Come on ... make me scream."

Slowly Miranda lowered herself onto the white shag rug in front of the detective. With no hesitancy, Jennifer swung her lightly tanned legs on each side of the kneeling woman. Staring between the detectives spread legs, Miranda sighed to herself. She wanted to be repelled as she stared at the bare dark rose lips opening in front of her. She wasn't. Not at all.

A soft moan escaped Jennifer as she watched Miranda. The girl's reluctance was intoxicating and the detective felt desire fueled by power rising quickly within. Softly she encouraged the petite parole officer forward. Jennifer reached for Miranda. Her patience was being worn down by a need both strong and demanding.

Miranda gasped as she felt Jennifer grab her blonde hair and firmly pull her forward. The moment of truth had arrived and Miranda wished she had practiced her sexual addiction program more earnestly. But it was too late. Tentatively Miranda softly licked the slit in her face. It wasn't enough and Jennifer pulled her closer. Face pressed to the detective's rose lips the blonde began to lick more aggressively. As Miranda's tongue darted up and down the sensitive flesh, the taste surprised her. Salty and sweet, it didn't repel her. In fact she found herself wanting more.

Jennifer's slender back arched as she relished the feel of Miranda lapping at her. Groaning she pressed herself against the woman between her legs.

"Finger me!"

Still lapping at Jennifer's nectar, Miranda slipped one red tipped finger into the other woman. Immediately she felt smooth muscles tightening around her finger and Jennifer crying for more. Soon a third finger found its way into the moist folds. Back and forth Miranda thrust her fingers into the withering woman. While sucking on Jennifer's outer lips Miranda realized she was enjoying herself. There really hadn't been any doubt.

Jennifer's hands pulled and tugged at her darkly tanned nipples while Miranda finger fucked her. The sensations assaulting Jennifer were all consuming and with moans that excited both women she ground her hips against Miranda's face. Slippery wetness coated the blonde woman's mouth and cheeks as she strove to bring satisfaction to the detective. Miranda's desire to please the other woman spurred her on and Miranda's tongue sought the detective's clit.

Pale nipples stood rigid and heat radiated between her legs as desire raged through Miranda. She couldn't believe how much she was enjoying driving the other woman out of her mind and she couldn't believe how much she liked the taste of another woman. But none of this mattered. Rational thought had left the room the minute Miranda stripped.

Tongue still circling Jennifer's engorged clit Miranda brought the older woman closer and closer to satisfaction. Hips grinding and back arched, Jennifer cried in pleasure and the sound was music to Miranda. She loved to please and it was obvious she was doing a good job. Intensity increased rapidly as Miranda's pink tongue continued striking the throbbing nub.

Seconds turned to minutes and Miranda lost track of how long she licked and finger fucked the other woman. She wanted to make her cum so bad it hurt. Miranda grabbed Jennifer's smooth thighs as she felt her begin to tense. Within seconds, sounds raw and ragged were ripped from the detective as she orgasmed. Holding Miranda's head firmly, Jennifer felt herself begin to climax.

Now lapping as quickly as possible, Miranda drank the delicious nectar that poured into her mouth. A few more pulses of pleasure and Jennifer started calling for Miranda to stop. Sitting back on her heels, Miranda looked up with a face that was shiny and slick. Her green eyes held pleasure as she smiled at Jennifer. The detective leaned forward and pulled Miranda's face to her own. Jennifer loved to taste herself on another woman's lips and with a pleased sound she kissed the young parole officer.

Groaning low in her throat, Jennifer held the blonde woman tightly. Kisses that had begun gently grew in intensity as Miranda's mouth accepted Jennifer's tongue. Aggressively the older woman dominated the younger. Soon small yips and moans entered the feminine room as Jennifer squeezed and pulled Miranda's engorged nipples. Excitement welled in the nude blonde as tremors of passion shot through her.

Melting into Jennifer's embrace, Miranda marveled at how good the woman in her arms felt. Rose colored nipples pressed into darkly tanned ones and both women responded. Wrenching her mouth from Miranda's, Jennifer spoke.

"Let's move this to the bedroom, come on Miranda." Taking Miranda by the hand the nude brunette headed down the hallway. The master bedroom was awash in shades of purple. A queen sized brass bed dominated the room. The only other furniture visible were two white side tables alongside the bed and a dark purple chair sat near the window. Climbing onto the violet coverlet, Jennifer reclined back onto the oversized pillow propped against the headboard.

Miranda didn't hesitate and joined the other woman. Rolling over, Jennifer climbed on top of the younger blonde. Their kisses resumed where they had left off. Soon both women began to grind against one another. The dimly lit room filled with the sounds and smell of sex as their passion grew. Pulling back, Jennifer began biting and kissing down Miranda's slender neck. Her hands played with Miranda's large breasts as she continued kissing the younger woman.

A fire deep and persistent was growing in Miranda and she arched her back. The softness of another woman's skin was intoxicating. The whole situation felt dreamlike as arousal eclipsed all else. She wasn't gay. How could this woman make her body sing? The questions were forgotten as she felt her engorged nipple first nipped then suckled into Jennifer's warm mouth. The pleasure in her core became painful as the brunette woman fondled and sucked first one breast then the other.

Slender hands stroked Miranda's body wherever they landed. Never had her responses been quicker or more intense. The young parole officer felt both relaxed and inflamed as Jennifer's whispers filled the night. Between kisses and bites Jennifer complimented all she touched.

Hesitantly Miranda touched the detective's thick brown hair. Miranda wanted Jennifer to move lower and after a few moments she began pushing on the brunette's head. Chuckling at the young woman's urging, Jennifer continued to slowly savor all of Miranda. Every nerve in the blonde's body screamed for relief as she ground her hips against the detective. Words she didn't know she was going to say were released as Miranda's need came all encompassing.

"Please ... please ... please," over and over the younger woman begged for relief. Jennifer's exploring mouth moved lower. Miranda's natural taste was intoxicating as the detective licked a trail from breasts to mound. She just couldn't get enough of Miranda. Jennifer's neatly manicured hands separated the squirming woman's thighs. Whimpering, Miranda arched her back and again begged for relief.

Jennifer inhaled Miranda's light musk as she stared between the other woman's legs. Two perfectly smooth lips were swollen with desire and with a soft guttural sound Jennifer leaned forward. Lightly she licked up and down the slit. The salty sweet flavor of the younger woman filled Jennifer's mouth and she wanted more. Soft licks became stronger as the detective's tongue lapped from clit to anus.

Frantic for release, Miranda pushed herself against the other woman's face. Firmly gripping Miranda's pale thighs, Jennifer continued to torture the wriggling woman beneath her. Clenching inside had Miranda feeling crazed and she again begged the older woman to make her cum. As Miranda pleaded, she pulled and pinched her own swollen nipples. One long finger then another slid into Miranda's wet and wanting folds. Immediately the detective began to roughly finger fuck the blonde. To a background of wet smacking sounds Jennifer pounded the tender flesh. The harder she thrust the louder Miranda cried for more. Inserting a third finger she continued her assault on the frenzied woman.




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Juice dripped from Miranda as she continued climbing higher and higher. Her body didn't care one bit that it was a woman dominating her, in fact, it only made it more exciting. Everything was meaningless except the need for release. Finally the desperate woman felt Jennifer's tongue land on her enlarged clit.

"Yes ... yes, there ... yes, yes...!" Moans followed every affirmation.

Jennifer's tongue twirled Miranda's most sensitive spot with her tongue then suckled the sensitive flesh into her mouth. Miranda grabbed the other woman's head and squeezed her closer. Three fingers still pounding Miranda's gaping pussy, Jennifer got serious. Rapid flicks of her tongue pulled more and more responses from the pleading blonde as Miranda's body began to tense. A tightening deep within took control and with a scream her body jerked as a stream of pleasure shot through her and into the waiting detective's mouth.

Lapping as quickly as she could Jennifer drank what Miranda released. Still licking at the young woman's sensitive flesh, Jennifer felt Miranda shudder. Now whimpering, the blonde tried to stop the detective's movements. Every touch of the brunette's mouth sent shocks of electricity through Miranda. The pleasure was too intense. Scooting back she attempted to stop the mouth that was now torturing her. Jennifer was relentless. Holding the squirming woman by her curved ass, Jennifer lightly licked the swollen lips. Never touching the too sensitive clit she sucked on the outer lips gently. As Miranda melted back into the mattress, Jennifer's tongue became more aggressive. She again licked the throbbing clit. When Miranda offered no protest, Jennifer let her tongue demand more. With a ragged moan, the blonde let her muscular thighs fall open. Desire began to surge through the blonde woman's veins as Jennifer's mouth consumed her. Taking her large breasts into her hands, Miranda pulled and pinched her swollen nipples. Sounds and scents of pleasure filled the purple room as Jennifer took Miranda closer to fulfillment. The young parole officer's body was more responsive than any Jennifer had ever touched before and she reveled in the cries coming from Miranda's throat.

Time was again lost as Miranda felt clenching, deep and familiar. Jerky movements began as Jennifer sucked the sensitive nub into her mouth. With a desperate scream Miranda arched her back and froze. Within a second, waves of red-hot pleasure ripped through her, one after the other they peaked until there was nowhere left to go. Sighing, Miranda collapsed. A few moments passed with the older woman's head on Miranda's belly. Breath was ragged in the quiet room as the two women rested. Limbs entangled, they glowed with revealed beauty. As Jennifer's heartbeat returned to normal she rolled off the younger woman. With Miranda's taste lingering in her mouth she smiled contentedly. Never had she consumed anyone sweeter. There was no way this could be a onetime only encounter. Jennifer already wanted more.

Three more times that night Miranda ate pussy. Every time she drank from the detective she enjoyed it more. Gone were the questions about her sexuality. She loved the feel of the other woman in her mouth and her heart jumped every time Jennifer screamed in ecstasy. She hoped the detective would summon her again. She wanted more.

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I hope you enjoyed Miranda's latest adventure. Hope you will follow Miranda back to the warehouse in chapter four. Coming soon...

Thank-you,

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XXOXXOX



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Readers: If this is your first introduction to Miranda may I suggest you begin with chapter one. She is having one hell of a time! To those following Miranda's adventure, I hope you will enjoy the Big Game as much as I did writing it. 

Thank-you for your support and votes ... YOGAKAY ... xoxoxxo

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Chapter 4

The Big Game

Miranda sat in her blue truck and watched the sun begin to rise over North Austin. The blonde parole officer felt different. Miranda had never been with a woman before and Detective Jennifer Lyons hadn't cared. Miranda still had the taste and scent of Detective Lyons in her mouth and on her body. The older woman had wanted Miranda and hadn't been above using a little coercion to get her way. Miranda knew she should be upset but she just wasn't. Miranda was a little shocked at how alive her petite body had felt when Detective Lyons touched her. Savoring the flavor of the beautiful detective in her mouth, Miranda started her Silverado pick-up truck and began her short drive to her newly-rented townhome.

Opening the front door, Miranda looked around her small two bedroom townhouse. It had been over two months since Miranda had moved to the Texas Capitol and boxes of books still remained stacked in the corner of the small living space. Piles of unpacked books covered the old hardwood floors. An avid reader since she was a child, Miranda had more books than space to put them. The older woman's apartment had inspired Miranda. The graceful beauty and clutter free surfaces of Detective Lyons' apartment had made the blonde parole officer's new home seem neglected.

Quickly slipping into black and white polka dot flannel pants and a black tee, Miranda settled by a pile of books and began sorting through them. Her progress halted. Three books about sex addiction sat mocking her. She felt judged. Immediately Miranda's mood soured.

The night before she had spent the evening learning how to please a woman. The sex had been mind-blowing and now Miranda muttered resentfully, "I'm expected to feel guilty?"

"Fuck that!" Without any additional thought, Miranda carried the three self-help books to the cylinder trashcan by the pantry door. With an exaggerated brushing of her hands she turned her back on the previously studied books. No more was she going to beat herself up. The blonde loved to be fucked and there wasn't a twelve-step program in the world that was going to change that. The truth was Miranda thought, "if I hadn't been so sexually deprived before the Christmas party, I wouldn't have lost control." And if Miranda hadn't lost control of her sexual desires she wouldn't have been caught pleasuring two Lubbock County deputies at the sheriff's holiday party. 

That poor "decision" had been discovered and now Miranda had to do what she was told. That wasn't really a problem. Miranda loved to please and so far all the young parole officer wanted was for more sexual demands to be made. 

The move to Austin was supposed to be a new start for the blonde officer. But no sooner than Miranda had arrived in the Capital she had been confronted with her secret. The Round Rock police officer had made it clear in the text he sent. If Miranda wanted her reputation protected she would need to be available when Officer Trent called. 

After spending the day transforming her townhouse into a home, Miranda settled onto her second hand brown leather sofa. It hadn't been twenty-four hours since she had learned how to eat pussy and Miranda was already feeling restless. She knew the signs. A rapid heartbeat, shallow breathing and an ache between her legs meant one thing and one thing only. She needed to be fucked and until she was very little else would enter her mind. Taking a deep breath, Miranda reminded herself to calm down. This too would pass. She just needed to find something else to focus on. Glancing over to her phone she realized just how disappointed she was. Not one message had come in all day from the people who had laid claim to her body. The more she tried not to think about sex, the more the thoughts of entwined nude bodies plagued her. Why couldn't she like to quilt like her sisters?

While her two older sisters had hung with their mom learning domestic skills, Miranda had run wild playing with the neighborhood boys. Now the two older ones were happily married in the suburbs and here she was on a Sunday night hoping the phone would ring. Some things just never changed.

She wanted to get dressed up and head downtown. Music venues blanketed the college town and they always teemed with young University of Texas students. She shouldn't have any problem getting laid. Internally shaking herself she reached for the drawer of toys in the wooden side table. It was going to be a long night for the young woman.

Monday morning came and Miranda was in worse shape. Despite the orgasms she had given herself throughout the long night her body ached. A burning that made no sense occupied all of her thoughts as she tried to concentrate on the file before her. Eduardo Ramon Santiago was a badass and had just been released from prison after a ten year sentence. Violent crimes checkered the forty year old man's past and Miranda wasn't excited about the impending home visit.

This would be the first time Miranda visited the newly released man and she didn't know what to expect. With resignation she stood. She might as well get it over with. As Miranda exited her office, her boss, Rex stopped her in the doorway. Startled Miranda stumbled. Before she could fall Rex's strong brown arm encircled her waist and caught her. Immediately released, Miranda jumped back. Heat covered her chest and face and Miranda cringed. She knew she was blushing.

Trying to speak she looked up into her boss's deep brown eyes. Heat flared in Miranda as she noticed just how handsome her boss really was. Her eyes must have changed as she was looking up because all of a sudden the energy around the two intensified. Both Miranda and Rex took a step back. Flustered, Miranda inquired if there was a problem. Equally uncertain of what had just happened, Rex shook his head no and walked away. Miranda stood and watched his retreat. She had never noticed what a tight ass her black boss had.

Over an hour is what it took Miranda to drive what should have taken only twenty minutes. The traffic in the state capital was terrible everyday but distracted Miranda had missed her turn. That was why now the frustrated parole officer was over thirty minutes late for a scheduled home visit. The parolee was only required to wait ten minutes and she hoped Eduardo hadn't taken advantage of the situation. She didn't need the aggravation.

Stepping out of her blue Silverado she took stock of the home she was about to enter. Located in deep East Austin the white one story residence was charming in a slightly worn out way. The house could use a fresh coat of paint but the yard was pristine. Pansies filled cracked pots and bloomed in the temperate winter. Succulents grew wild in the front yard and the back was filled with live oaks. A statue of the Virgin Mary stood in a small garden to the left of the tall porch and greeted all those who visited. It was painfully obvious this house belonged to someone who cared.

Steeling herself, Miranda lifted the old-time door knocker and let it fall. Nothing. After a few moments, she tried again. Nothing. Eduardo was considered high risk and she would have to return now at the soonest possible moment. With disgust obvious on her pretty face, Miranda dug through her satchel for pen and paper. A noise behind her made her gasp and feeling foolish the blonde parole officer turned around.

Standing too close for comfort was her parolee, Eduardo. The smile across his angular face confirmed he was enjoying her discomfort.

"You startled me." Her voice was much calmer than she felt. Already agitated, Miranda didn't need anyone crowding her personal space. Especially a parolee who looked like he belonged on a Spanish soap opera. "You're late." The voice was low and fit the man it belonged to. Eduardo was a visual delight. Thick curly dark brown hair and dark green eyes contrasted beautifully against his dark naturally tanned skin. The gym in prison had sculpted his body into long lean muscles. Muscles that now stretched the plain blue pullover he wore tucked into loose jeans.

With a start, Miranda realized she had been staring. This was terrible. It was hard enough being a tiny woman doing a big job. She didn't need to let any lines get blurred. Putting her most serious face on, she apologized for her late arrival. Casually she stepped back. It wouldn't do for Eduardo to know what effect he was having on his horny parole officer.

The meeting followed normal lines and future appointments were made. Though nothing had ever been said that would be considered inappropriate, the energy between the two had been real and they had both known it. It was a much relieved woman who finally left the Fourth Street home without getting naked.

Back home, Miranda thought she was going to scream. Every man and to be honest a few of the women she had encountered throughout the day had captured her attention. Pacing she groaned inwardly. She didn't need a meeting. She needed fucking and a battery operated toy just wasn't going to reach the itch deep inside her. As she made another loop through her galley style kitchen she heard her phone chirp.

Almost tripping over her own feet Miranda lunged for her brown satchel. Heart racing she read the message.

Big game this Sunday

You're the hostess

Dress appropriately for

your new position.

... Go Cowboys!

I'll text you the address

The game is at three

You need to be there

a half hour early.

:-)

The only thing in the text that worried Miranda was the "dress appropriately." She'd never been to a gang bang before.

The rest of the week was excruciating for Miranda. Close proximity with men was guaranteed enforcement and the horny parole officer felt like a pinball bouncing back and forth between tempting opportunities. From the District Attorney's office to the county jail she battled against her body's demands. She loved fucking and she accepted that. It was the fucking up that she wanted to avoid. So she kept her thoughts quiet and her body covered as she went about her work.

Clothing was proving to be a challenge for the twenty-eight year old. It started with trying to get something "special" for the upcoming game. Googling lingerie in Austin had given her several options. Fascinations located off Interstate 35 catered to strippers and others in the sex industry. So while doing home visits in the industrial area, Miranda had slipped into the erotic store. She prayed no one saw her truck in the parking lot.

How many outfits Miranda tried on was impossible to keep track of. A chubby but very sexy young woman worked extra hard that afternoon. Every article of clothing Miranda tried on was quickly met with disapproval. The petite blonde wasn't used to the image she saw in the dressing room mirror. Gone was any evidence of a parole officer as she stared at herself in the latest "dress" the saleswoman had brought to the curtained dressing room.

Black leather barely cleared her ass in the corseted get-up she finally chose. Breathing was difficult. Muscles had bulged in the sales woman's arms as she had pulled the laces crisscrossing the back of the black dress tighter and tighter. Miranda's normally large breasts were squeezed together and threatened to spill forth. Her small waist had been constricted further and made her ass and tits stand out even more. Black stockings and four inch heels that weren't designed for walking completed her outfit. The petite blonde had never looked hotter and her slutty bad girl appearance only encouraged the fire raging inside.

Her "hostess" outfit selected, Miranda decided to try on a couple of the "regular" shirts. These blouses were unlike the ones she had sported since graduating from Texas Tech. Fitted, slightly sheer and bold in color the shirts made Miranda feel beautiful. She was tired of always looking a little frumpy and on an impulse had bought three in varying colors. The new clothes and heavier make-up hadn't gone unnoticed by either coworker or client. Interested looks had begun following the blonde parole officer everywhere she went.

Tempted over and over again, the horny woman kept her head down and her mouth shut. Panties soaked she pretended not to notice the offers coming her way. Not many were fooled. The woman literally bristled with constrained sexuality. If it hadn't been for the upcoming football party she knew "being good" would have proved even more difficult.

Saturday night came and Miranda sat staring into the night. Never had excitement built higher. Not knowing what to expect only made the anticipation more excruciating. Fantasies of giving herself to a group of men kept Miranda awake. The images of being passed around kept the frustrated woman's hands between her legs. No matter how many orgasms she gave herself Miranda's body wouldn't be satisfied. Only a cock could reach the itch that was tormenting her day and night. On Sunday morning the sound of her coffee pot turning on woke Miranda. Somewhere around two that morning the woman's mind had finally quietened and she had slipped into much needed slumber.

The smell of brewing coffee brought her out of her bedroom. Pouring herself a cup of French roast she stepped out onto her back patio. She didn't need to start getting ready for hours. Time came and went as Miranda kept checking the clock on her phone. Minutes seemed to take hours as anticipation became all consuming. Trying to keep busy proved pointless. She couldn't concentrate on the folders she had brought home from work and the townhouse wasn't in need of any deep cleaning. She considered going to the gym. That idea was quickly rejected. She needed to reserve her energy.

Finally the morning passed and it was one o'clock. Normally, it never took Miranda over twenty minutes to prepare herself for any occasion, but today was special. She wanted everything perfect. Grabbing a can of bubbly water from her bare refrigerator she headed to her master bedroom. Smoothing her blue coverlet, she placed her new leather corset dress, black stockings, hot pink thong and jewelry on the bed. A thrill shot through Miranda as she studied what she planned to wear.

Steam filled the small bathroom as the blonde shaved, scrubbed and soaped her petite frame. As her hands exfoliated the tender skin on her breasts she imagined strangers pawing her flesh. Soaping her mound she admired the dark blonde landing strip leading the way to her most sensitive spot. Continuing to imagine the mouths, hands and cocks of strangers, Miranda completed her shower. Coconut oil was warmed by hand and massaged into every inch of Miranda as she continued preparing her body for the big game. Taking a little extra oil, she inserted one red tipped finger into her rectum and moisturized the inside of her narrow passage. "It didn't hurt to be ready," she thought as tingling accompanied her ministrations.

Her body and mind transformed as she zipped the black leather corset in place. A miniature hourglass on display is how she appeared in the outfit made for fucking. A pleased smile crossed Miranda's face as she applied heavy make-up around her eyes. She liked the way looking slutty felt. By two o'clock the young parole officer resembled a high class prostitute and as unnatural desire rose in Miranda she thought she might explode. A full length black tweed coat hid the truth underneath, and vibrating with expectation Miranda headed to the warehouse in Cedar Park.

Pulling into the commonplace storage facility on a bright sunny Sunday was beyond surreal. Families milled around open units that only held "stuff." There was nothing evident suggesting what else the facility was used for. Briefly she imagined all of the construction inside being done under a cloak of darkness. How many of these places existed in suburban America? No way to know. Glancing at the other numbered doors Miranda shivered. What secrets did they hide? Unit 207 was clearly marked on the white door waiting for Miranda. Uncertainty came unannounced as she slowly approached the door. What had she agreed to do? Her footsteps stopped of their own accord. The corseted woman in heels didn't even know how many men to expect. Before she could decide what to do, the door opened. Impossibly tall, Damien stood there looming over her.

"Welcome," as he motioned for her to enter the expression on the bald police officer's face made it clear Damien was ready to play. "Come on in, please." Hazel eyes leered as she hesitated. But feeling as if a force unseen was pulling her, Miranda stepped into the entryway. The door was immediately pulled closed and with the sound of the lock catching Miranda shivered. Completely isolated, she felt vulnerable in the small faux office.

"Let me take your coat, we need to get you ready before the guys arrive."

Shyness assaulted the young woman. The black corset dress had seemed perfect when she had bought it at Fascinations but now it felt uncomfortable and over the top. Heat flared in Miranda's chest and face as she allowed the big man to slip her tweed coat off of her shoulders. What had she been thinking?

"Fuck, you look amazing. Turn around." Goosebumps appeared as Miranda turned slowly for the police officer. Stroking his dark goatee, Damien inspected the scantily clad woman. Her self-consciousness was apparent in the way she held herself and Damien felt himself tighten. The game couldn't start soon enough.

Pointing to the small desk Damien instructed Miranda to sit. The small wooden desk held three items: a phone leading to nowhere, a pen holder full of pens, and a Cosmopolitan magazine. The stage had been set.

"When the guys get here, you welcome them, take their coats and show them into the inner room ... it's your job to do as you're told, happily ... think of every man here as a boss you're trying to impress ... oh, and don't forget to offer the guys a drink ... after everyone is seated, you stand by the couch next to the bed and wait for instructions, any questions, Babe?" Feelings of power rose in Damien as he spoke. The more nervous she appeared the more excited he got.

Oh, Miranda was nervous but that wasn't all she was. A sopping wet pussy and hardened nipples told the truth. The more the aggressive man spoke, the more aroused she became.

"How will I know when the last person arrives?"

"I'll tell you when you show them in, don't worry, there won't be more men than a woman like you couldn't handle. Babe, you're a pro and the boys are excited." Leaning over, the policeman ran one long finger over the swell of Miranda's breasts. "Mmm, get ready." With one look back Damien entered the playroom and left the new hostess alone. Miranda didn't have time to reconsider her actions. As soon as the inner door closed behind Damien, the front door began to open. It wasn't anyone she had seen before. Of average height, the Hispanic man split into a grin when he saw Miranda sitting behind the desk.

Heart pounding and feeling a little shaky, Miranda stood. "Welcome, I'm Miranda; I'll be your hostess this afternoon."

"I'm Victor and I couldn't be happier to meet you." Victor wasn't lying. There wasn't anything that grabbed his attention like a big breasted blonde. If the blonde happened to be tiny, well that was just gravy.

Victor's naturally tanned hand grasped Miranda's and he pulled her forward. Stumbling on heels she wasn't used to Miranda fell into Victor's arms. Looking up into his warm brown eyes, she smiled. Black wavy hair pulled back into a ponytail highlighted his angular features and his body felt slim and strong.




Miranda, Wanton Parole Officer Ch. 04



Stepping back, Miranda laughed awkwardly. "Sorry, I can be a klutz. Here let me take your jacket." As the blue jacket slipped off Victor's arms, lean muscles covered in tattoos were revealed. His smile was endearing but the markings on his arms said he could be a whole lot more. "Please follow me."

Stepping forward, Miranda opened the door to the inner sanctum. The giant television on the opposing wall was alive with images of football. Damien lounged on the yellow leather couch to the right.

"Dude, you've outdone yourself." Victor high-fived the other man and took a seat next to him. Exchanging grins, the two looked like boys waiting for an amusement park to open.

"May I get you something to drink?" Miranda felt a little silly listening to herself. Her body on the other hand was enjoying it very much. Her hot pink panties felt drenched under the two men's stares. Lust mixed with nervousness in her green eyes as Miranda struggled not to squirm.

"We've got it, go back outside and wait for the other guys−I don't think they'll be late." Leering Damien added, "You're going to be real popular."

Feeling a little awkward and a lot turned on, the parole officer tottered off in her "bad girl" shoes. Taking a seat at the small desk, Miranda hugged herself. The collision of emotions inside her were too much and she squealed quietly to herself. Any second thoughts she had, she buried. Having fantasized about being taken by one man after another for years, there was no way this horny young woman was going to just walk away.

A knock on the door brought Miranda to attention. Standing, she fluffed her hair and headed to the door. It felt like a birthday party where every door revealed another prize. Two men with military haircuts stood smiling in the doorway. The taller of the two was red headed with blue eyes and a boyish face. The other, Hispanic. Both men wore Army sweatshirts and both broke into smiles when they saw who opened the door.

"Welcome, please come in." Miranda's voice was low and if you really listened there was a slight tremor under her words. She felt ready to explode as the men entered the door she held open for them. Pausing by the inner door she introduced herself.

"I'm Miranda, I'll be taking care of you two today."

"Hey, I'm Jason, I'm happy to meet you too." The slim built red headed Army reservist held on to Miranda's hand as he continued, "You are exquisite," and kissing her hand the thirty something man winked at her.

"I'm David and you truly are unbelievable." The second man was stocky and covered in bulging muscles. He looked like he could break a person in two. Dark brown eyes never left hers as he too lifted her small hand and kissed the inside of her wrist.

Miranda felt drunk. She hadn't had any alcohol but being in the presence of so many alpha males was making it hard to think. Her insides were on fire and she longed to be taken. David and Jason followed the blonde into the inner chamber. As she walked in front of them she made sure to let her amply curved ass sway. Stepping into the room the men greeted the other two.

Hands were shaken and laughs exchanged as the four spoke. Miranda stood by the door uncertain. Looking over, Damien told her to fetch everyone a beer. As Miranda stepped to the other side of the room the two new guests sat on the vacant couch that formed the letter L with the occupied couch.

Four Dos Equis beers were pulled from the mini fridge and opened. Placing them on the black tray atop the fridge, Miranda carried them to the leather couches. All four were watching the Cowboys play on the giant television. One by one she handed out the beers. The last was handed to Damien. The bald man thanked her and squeezed her ass briefly. Before turning back to the television he told Miranda she could take her place. Everyone had arrived. Almost flustered by her body's demands the blonde momentarily froze. Before she could catch herself, Damien pointed to the bed next to the couch on the opposing wall.

As if she had no mind of her own she went and stood by the bed. Seconds turned into minutes and the minutes started piling up as Miranda became more and more frustrated. Being silent wasn't easy and neither was standing around like a slut on display. Why were they torturing her?

"Babe, come here." Damien wiggled his finger and smiled at her encouragingly. Slowly Miranda approached the large policemen. Hazel eyes devoured her as she neared and a rush of desire almost made Miranda moan out loud ..., "Yes."

That was all it took and Damien couldn't wait anymore. "I need some help with this wood, now come be a good girl and make Daddy feel good." His words were wrong and they sent a thrill shooting through Miranda. As Damien released his thick cock from his faded jeans, Miranda slid to her knees. In a black leather corseted mini, the blonde offered her lipsticked mouth.

"That's a good girl." Lifting her slanted green eyes Miranda smiled as his wide girth pushed its way into her mouth. The taste of him hit her taste buds and the horny woman moaned. "You really are a good girl," said as Damien stroked her blonde hair. To the background sound of NFL football Miranda began pleasing the police officer.

Moisture began to creep down Miranda's slender thigh as she pumped Damien's wide girth with one hand and tickled his balls with the other. The smell of the police officer was musky and masculine and enveloped Miranda. Groaning she began to suck with enthusiasm. Damien tried to continue watching the game but the blonde knew what she was doing. Soon Damien forgot about anything other than the warm mouth and tongue lavishing him with attention.

Taking Miranda's blonde head in both hands, the bald man began to set the rhythm. In and out of her throat he plunged. His thick veiny cock stretched Miranda's lips and filled her throat as she gagged around him. Balls constricting and cock straining, Damien began to make guttural sounds as the need for relief became all consuming. Saliva running from her mouth and with tears in her eyes Miranda softened her throat. The bald police officer thrust rapidly in and out of the young woman's face as she gagged and struggled for breath. Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore, Damien cried out.

The sounds of pleasure brought all the other men's attention away from the large screen television. As the three men watched, Damien arched his back. Rope after rope of thick creamy cum hit Miranda's throat. Choking Miranda hungrily swallowed everything she possibly could. With a shudder, Damien released the blonde woman's head. Gasping for air and coughing, Miranda looked around the room.

Four sets of eyes were watching her. Sitting back on her black heels, the corseted woman licked a small drop of cum from the corner of her mouth and smiled contentedly. Miranda loved the feel of a cock ravishing her throat and she especially loved hearing the cries of the men she made cum. A pass was completed on the television and the men turned back to it and erupted in cheers. The parole officer wasn't sure what was expected next.

"Little Mama, another beer, please." Victor held out his empty bottle and his sharp features softened into a wide sexy grin. Standing, Miranda took his empty and headed to the mini fridge. Another beer gotten and opened she returned to the yellow couch where the handsome Hispanic man sat lounging. Dressed in loose faded jeans and a blue flannel top, the undercover cop had quit watching the game. Now he was only interested in the blonde.

Placing the frosty bottle on a plain wooden end table Victor took Miranda's red tipped hand into his naturally tanned one and pulled. Startled, Miranda stumbled and was yanked into the handsome man's lap. Laughing low, Victor wrapped his tattooed arms around the tiny woman and squeezed. "Sit here, little Mama, I want to play with you."

Wriggling into his lap, Miranda sat sideways with legs slightly spread and large pale breasts squeezed and lifted for attention. With his strong muscled arm supporting her Victor returned his attention to the television. Miranda didn't want to be ignored. Squirming slightly she pressed down on the large bulge beneath her. Still watching the game on television, Victor laughed and told the sexually agitated woman to be patient. Miranda was not used to being made to wait and what had felt like need grew in leaps and bounds. Aching deep inside, Miranda complied.

Soon Victor's tanned hand started to move. Light strokes on her pale thighs left goosebumps in their wake. Miranda was dying. She needed fucking and she needed it now. Making tiny mewing sounds she spread her legs further. Slowly, Victor's finger traced a trail up her inner thigh. Whimpering, Miranda shifted her ample hips.

The agony of expectation surged in Miranda as she felt the Hispanic officer's hand reach her hot pink thong. Taking just one finger, he lifted the pink lace. His finger continued its exploration and with exquisite slowness he wriggled his one finger into her hot folds. Soon another finger joined the first. With ease Victor slipped two fingers deep inside Miranda's sopping wet pussy. Immediately she moaned.

Still watching television Victor moved his fingers in and out of the horny blonde. Miranda couldn't take much more. Thrusting her hips slightly she met Victor's hand. Miranda inhaled as she pressed her face into Victor's neck. Removing his hand, the undercover officer brought his wet slick fingers to the blondes pink lips. Hungrily Miranda suckled the intrusion. Salty and sweet, Miranda's juices excited her as she thought of the pussy she had so recently enjoyed. Chuckling, Victor turned his attention back to the young woman in his lap.

Taking the zipper that ran down the front of Miranda's black leather dress, Victor pulled. Miranda's large pale breasts spilled out as her body was released from constraint. Sitting up Miranda helped Victor remove the dress. Now only in a hot pink thong, the blonde wriggled some more. Strong darkly tanned hands began to massage the woman's tender flesh.

Victor's mouth captured Miranda's and as his tongue invaded hers retreated. Kisses deep and passionate consumed the young parole officer as Victor's demanding hands twisted and pulled on her engorged nipples. Like a personal plaything, Miranda allowed the officer to move her as he willed. Grasping her slender waist, Victor placed Miranda facing him with one of her muscular legs on each side of his lap. Now it was her voluptuous breasts that received all of his attention.

Grabbing both of her magnificent breasts, Victor began to feast. First one then then the other was suckled roughly into his warm mouth. Small yips and squeals joined the sound of the big game in the hidden room as Miranda's breasts were chewed and bitten. Beginning to feel crazed she grabbed Victor's thick black ponytail and pulled him closer.

Now grinding her sopping wet pussy into the hard bulge beneath her, Miranda whimpered and began whispering for Victor to fuck her. His wiry strength and handsome face ignited the woman now rubbing her mound up and down his crotch. She wanted him in her and she wanted him now. Her voice rose as her eagerness accelerated. No one was watching the game anymore. All eyes were on the overexcited woman.

"Mama, get those panties off." Growled Victor as he lifted her to her feet. Placing one thumb on each side of her hot pink thong Miranda started teasing the room of men leering at her. Four sets of fevered eyes met her lust filled green ones as she slowly began to slide the lace thong down her amply curved hips. Stopping halfway, Miranda turned around and shook her ass at the undercover cop as she bent over and pulled her panties off.

The air in the room became charged as Victor unzipped his loosely fitted jeans and slipped out of them. With a thick six inches screaming to be serviced, Victor yanked Miranda backwards and told her to touch the floor. Bent at the waist, Miranda submitted to his demand. All of what waited between her legs was revealed to Victor as he cupped her muscular ass. Squeezing hard enough to make the bent woman yelp he spread Miranda's pale cheeks.

Her musky sweet aroma enveloped the officer and he struck. Angular faced pressed between her cheeks his tongue darted into her dripping folds. Hot wetness met his seeking tongue and Miranda trembled. Victor couldn't believe how wonderful the submissive woman tasted and he lapped hungrily. Wrapping one arm around her hips, his strong fingers sought her most sensitive spot. Miranda moaned loudly as his darkly tanned hand pressed down on her throbbing clit.

Circle after circle he rolled her rigid nub as his tongue continued to move deeper. Only sensation remained as the aroused woman became dizzier and dizzier. A slap on her ass was her cue to get on all fours. Tension gripping his balls Victor crawled behind her and lined up his unusually thick brown cock with her gaping pussy. Shoving back, Miranda went down on her forearms and impaled herself on the undercover cop's wide girth.

"Oh ... Yes, fuck me!" Miranda continued to beg for more as she felt her tender flesh stretching to accommodate Victor. Tight slick muscles gripped the invading erection as the officer began to pound her harder and harder. Never had Victor felt a tighter and wetter pussy. Thrusting balls deep he continued his search for satisfaction.

Miranda's ample cheeks bounced as Victor repeatedly slammed into the moaning woman. Each thrust brought what the blonde woman craved. Arching her pale hips back further she joyfully received the battering the Hispanic cop was delivering. In the sex scented room, all that remained for Miranda was the man laying claim to her pussy. She didn't even hear the other men cheer. It was time for their special halftime show.

"Take that dick, Mama ... take that dick ... take that dick..." over and over again Victor chanted with eyes glazed. He too was unaware halftime had been called. As the other three men watched, the undercover cop grabbed a fistful of Miranda's now tangled blonde hair. Head snatched back, Miranda cried out as her eyes took in her audience. The pleasure of being watched overcame her and as Victor began to tense she screamed for him to pound harder.

In rapid succession the Hispanic officer slammed into the blonde's swollen flesh. Out of her mind with pleasure, Miranda's words continued to flow as Victor unloaded deep inside her. Victor released the hair in his hand and shuddering withdrew his still rigid member slick with juice. Wrapping one tattooed arm around Miranda's small waist, he yanked her back and kissed her on the cheek. "Fabulous ... that was fucking fabulous ... thank you." The young parole officer didn't have time to respond before the other men spoke.

"It's halftime."

"Showtime!"

"My turn."

Pulling the blonde to her feet as he stood, Victor again kissed Miranda on the cheek. Cum trickled down Miranda's lean thigh as she stood nude waiting for direction. She didn't have long to wait. Smiling and with a chuckle, Victor slapped Miranda's pale behind and told her to get on the bed. Not moving quick enough earned the young woman two more firm slaps on her bouncy cheeks as Victor encouraged her towards the mattress covered in dark linens. As Miranda crawled smiling onto the queen-sized bed, the remaining men stripped. Four hard cocks began moving towards the petite parole officer. Never had Miranda seen a more beautiful sight.

First, Jason joined Miranda. Leaning against the wall, the very young Army reservist took a seat. His cock was magnificent. Close to ten inches stood tall and waiting. The thin red head was packing a weapon and Miranda couldn't believe her good luck. Crawling over to Jason, she immediately began suckling the dark pink head straining to meet her lips. Smacking sounds entered the small room as Miranda lavished attention on Jason. Choking and gagging she impaled her throat around the young red head. She couldn't take all of him no matter how hard she tried. The wiry cop and Army reservist gasped as Miranda attempted to swallow him whole.

David, the other Army reservist from Camp Mabry couldn't watch one moment more. Crawling onto the bed behind the gagging woman the stocky Hispanic man grasped both of her pale cheeks and squeezed. Miranda squealed in delight as she felt her cheeks being spread far apart. As the blonde continued sucking the massive pink erection in front of her, David leaned forward. First, he inhaled the scent of her well-used femininity. Sounds more animal than human came from David as he stared at the woman's most private recesses. Shiny swollen lips oozed cum and her tightest of openings winked at him. David was an ass man and Miranda's freshly opened ass was exactly what he dreamed of.

Next, David began to lick at the inviting backdoor calling to him. Circling the small opening with his tongue he relished the sounds of delight coming from Miranda. The rush of electrical pulses David was sending through Miranda were more than the young parole officer could handle. Pausing in her work, she wiggled back. "Oh my God," thought Miranda "why ... why does something so wrong feel so good?" She didn't want David to ever stop licking her.

"Climb up on his cock, come on Baby." Slapping her already pink cheeks, David urged Miranda to mount the tall red head. With a foot on each side of the thin reservist, Miranda allowed David to lower her onto Jason's huge erection. Releasing her weight, Miranda sat. Her slippery cum filled pussy embraced Jason's cock as she landed on pale knees. Without missing a beat, Jason grabbed Miranda by the waist and lifted her. Muscular pale arms barely flexed on the young cop as he repeatedly lifted and lowered the moaning woman.

"Scoot down ... I want in." David's voice sounded like a growl.

As if they had done this before, Jason scooted down until he was lying flat. Pulling Miranda forward onto his chest, Jason continued thrusting as he now held each of Miranda's ass cheeks for his partner. David grabbed a bottle of lube that sat waiting on the bedside table and squeezed some into his large naturally tanned hand. Taking one long finger he began to massage the sticky substance into the blonde's rectum. As David inserted his finger into Miranda, she instantly understood what he had planned.

Panic hit Miranda. This was something she didn't want to do. Watching videos of women being doubly penetrated had always horrified the parole officer. No matter how much ecstasy the women in the videos appeared to be having, Miranda still thought the act looked brutal. No way could any woman really enjoy having something so unnatural done to them. She was absolutely convinced the female porn stars were just acting and she had felt sympathy for them. Now here she was, with one giant erection in her pussy and a finger spreading lube into her rectum.

One finger turned to two as David continued enlarging the tender opening. As his long fingers slid into Miranda he could feel Jason's cock thrusting deep inside.

"I'm not sure ... I've never done this before ... it scares me."

Jason stifled her concerns with a passionate kiss. Damien and Victor stood watching with erections in hand as they watched their friends ready the woman for double penetration. Trembling coursed through Miranda as she felt David insert a third finger into her rectum. Watching his three thick fingers sliding in and out of her delicate opening brought a groan from the heavy built man. Straddling his young partner's legs, David moved behind the pinned woman. His dark brown cock was average in length but his width was noteworthy. Miranda had no idea what was headed her way as she felt David's cockhead nudging into her narrowest of all passages.

Whimpering softly with cheeks held open by Jason, Miranda struggled to relax. "How could this be happening," she wondered as David gently thrust. The first pop made the blonde parole officer scream in protest. Immediately David stopped moving and allowed Miranda to adjust. It wasn't easy for the Army reservist. Everything in him screamed with the need to plunge. 




Miranda, Wanton Parole Officer Ch. 04



"Sssshhhh, it's okay ... you're going to love this."

"It hurts, I don't want to."

"Oh Baby, your ass was made to fuck, I'll be gentle." And he was. Inch by inch David worked his veiny erection into Miranda's stretched opening. With small sounds of submission Miranda allowed herself to be completely filled. Never had she felt more vulnerable or more used. The emotions it provoked were darkly erotic and Miranda began to respond. Feeling the tension leave Miranda's body, David began to stroke slowly in and out of the sore flesh. Jason caught his partner's rhythm and the two joined forces. Pinned, filled and helpless, the petite woman rode between the two men. Friction between the dueling cocks ignited nerves never touched before and the blonde new what it felt like to lose her mind.

A gold-flecked mirror running the length of the bed reflected the three bodies writhing in abandonment. Miranda confronted reality staring back when she turned her blonde head. She was a woman with a massive cock in her pussy and another in her ass. Shuddering she stared at herself. The truth of just how "dirty" she was couldn't be denied. Miranda was intoxicated by her own pornographic image and didn't see Damien step towards the bed.

The sounds of skin slapping and the scent of sex thrilled Miranda and she began to move on her own accord. As she moaned and rocked Miranda felt a tap on her cheek. The bald Cedar Park police officer stood naked holding his rigid cock when she turned her head. Grabbing her hair and without delay, Damien prodded his mushroom shaped head against Miranda's slightly parted lips and saying, "Babe, it's time to get air-tight." Opening her mouth wide, the blonde parole officer welcomed another man into her body.

Three cocks invaded the woman simultaneously as Miranda reached heights never reached before. Instinct replaced intellect and like a bitch in heat, she accepted every thrust with glee. Twisting deep inside Miranda began as Jason and David's cocks struck nerve after nerve. Over and over again the three cops plunged into the petite blonde. Never had Miranda felt such ecstasy. Soon the coiling inside Miranda twisted tighter. Damien's large veiny erection continued to slip in and out of her open mouth as Miranda began to jerk erratically. Waves of decadent pleasure ripped through the blonde parole officer as she orgasmed. Never had Miranda felt more pleased but the party wasn't over.

Watching the blonde's face as she came was more exciting than anything Damien had ever seen before. Holding her hair even tighter he deep-throated Miranda as the other two kept rhythm inside her. Miranda could only gasp for air when given the chance. She was theirs to do with as they wished. Damien wanted it to last longer but watching his friends plow the petite blonde was too much. Balls contracting painfully he rapidly pounded Miranda's welcoming and moist mouth. Hot, salty cum hit the back of her throat as Damien groaned with animalistic freedom. With one last shudder, the bald man released Miranda's head and stepped back. Tears ran down the blonde's face as she gulped for air.

Still gasping in air, Miranda felt another erection tap her cheek. Victor was more than ready for another turn. As Damien staggered to the couch, Victor's brown cock parted Miranda's wet mouth. Again the woman was bounced between three insistent cocks. Soon it was David who could take no more. The broadly built man had held back as long as he could. The tightness of her ravaged ass was all encompassing and David buried as deep as he could go while Jason pushed up. Now David's cries entered the room. Grinding into Miranda he came. David didn't think it would ever end as he experienced the longest orgasm of his entire life. Thick, white cum was deposited deep in Miranda's clenching bowels as David collapsed. Withdrawing he joined his friend Damien on the yellow couch facing the bed. Neither man noticed the game had resumed.

Jason grabbed the blonde by the waist and started pumping with earnest. Victor stepped back and held his throbbing cock as he watched his friend grind upward into Miranda's dripping folds. Still in a state of agitation, the horny parole officer ground back with eagerness. Cum dripping from her swollen rectum she humped the red head. Over and over again, her clit was hit. Tingling turned serious and she began to moan louder. Her swollen nub mashed against the police officer's pelvis and she arched her slender back and screamed. Juices coated Jason's muscular abdomen as Miranda released a flood of slippery cum. Within seconds the red headed police officer began to grunt. Sounding more like a train than a man he jerked towards relief as his cum joined Victor's in Miranda's hot pussy. Collapsing, he released Miranda.

With a slap on her ass, Victor told Miranda to get up. Still dizzy, she rolled off of Jason and looked to Victor. His brown eyes leered back.

"Come on Little Mama, you've still got work to do." Victor extended his hand and helped Miranda to her feet. "You're getting in the swing. I want some of that fine booty."

Stumbling to her feet, Miranda knew she shouldn't be so excited. Her bottom was already sore but she didn't care at all. She wanted in that swing and she wanted Victor to take her wherever and however he chose. Victor loved the way a woman's butt jiggled when you slapped it. So he gave Miranda's pale cheeks two more swats as she headed to the swing. Giggling she walked faster.

"A little help here."

Damien jumped to his feet and lifted Miranda without effort. Victor adjusted the black leather straps and soon Miranda hung in the air waiting to be used by the handsome undercover cop. Three cops lounged on the sofas watching as Victor pulled the swing closer. Hot pink folds oozing with cum lay open before him as did her stretched rectum. The undercover cop knew exactly what he wanted and lined his veiny cock next to Miranda's cum filled ass. Wedging the mushroom shaped head into her little opening, Victor grasped the straps and pulled. Miranda's body swung forward and his cock disappeared inside her deepest recess.

Back and forth the undercover cop pulled the straps. Each time his cock struck bottom, Miranda groaned with pleasure and pain. Being filled was heaven and she never wanted it to end. One of her red tipped hands twisted and turned a dark rose nipple as the other hand found her clit. Frantically she rubbed her most sensitive spot as Victor continued his invasion.

"Yes ... yes ... yes." Over and over again Miranda urged the Hispanic man on as she brought herself closer to the edge. Each thrust of his wide cock into Miranda's slippery ass was better than the last and Victor knew he wouldn't last long. Soon he didn't care. Yanking the swing towards him he plunged balls deep. Words of lust poured from Victor as he emptied another load deep into Miranda. Whimpering she continued rapidly rubbing her clit. As Victor slipped from her aching recess she began to tense. With four men watching, Miranda contorted and cried out as she came. Exhausted she slumped cradled in the leather swing. Victor took a seat next to Jason as the inner door opened.

"Am I too late, anything left for me?" Trent had barely made it. Speeding the whole way with police lights flashing the blonde Round Rock cop had feared Miranda would have already left. Trent had arranged the whole thing then gotten called into work. He hadn't been amused. Fortunately he had an hour before he had to return to work.

"Oh my." The uniformed blonde officer couldn't believe what he was seeing. It was just too perfect.

Miranda hung in the air with her well-used pussy and ass on display and Trent's four friends were all sitting around nude and spent. Trent loved a used woman and here was one literally hanging from the ceiling, ripe for the picking. High fives and greetings were exchanged as the unusually attractive police officer moved further into the room. Declining a beer because he was still on duty, the policeman stepped towards the suspended woman. Catching a strap, he drew Miranda to him. Her slanted green eyes were only half open and her face wore a look of contentment. She reminded Trent of a kitten lying in the sun.

"Hey Sweetie, having fun?" Miranda only nodded her consent. Even though she was happy to see the Round Rock police officer, she was exhausted.

"I'm just a little tired," said as if she wasn't hanging spread-eagle.

It's too soon to rest." Trent looked down at the woman constrained by leather straps and felt his cock jump as if it had a mind of its own. With a sexy leer he pinched and twisted Miranda's dark pink nipples. Miranda squirmed beneath his hands and made little sounds of surprise each time he tugged just a little harder. Continuing to gaze at his fantasy come true, the young police officer began unzipping his uniform pants. Erect and throbbing, his oversized erection was released. Taking himself in hand, Trent rubbed the head up and down Miranda's oozing slit. The sight of so much cum dripping from the blonde parole officer's used pussy and tender ass overwhelmed Trent.

"Baby, I've got to have some of that great ass of yours." Miranda's heart quickened at the sound of Trent's words. Much to her surprise, she was ready for more. Lining himself up with Miranda's red and stretched backdoor he groaned in anticipation. Trent slowly popped the head of his cock into the parole officer's rectum. Watching Miranda's already tender flesh opening to accommodate him inflamed Trent further and he couldn't have held back if he wanted to. He didn't want to; this was just too good.

As Miranda happily took all of Trent, her pulse jumped as she heard the sounds of someone being greeted. "Hey you made it ... I had given up on ya'll." Voices joked among themselves and commented on the game as Miranda was swung back and forth in the air. Soon, no other sights or sounds mattered to the parole officer as she became intoxicated with lust once more.