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Honeymoon Squared - Chapter 06
During the night shift three security people had the responsibility for maintaining order in this vast adult bookstore. The near riot that broke out in front of Gwen's booth brought the two covering the interior on the dead run. Unfortunately there was no room for them to enter since the entryway was blocked with bodies, many fighting to either escape or break through the one-way window that shielded Gwen from her adoring fans. To make matters worse there was a mini-riot going on at Willie's station as a number of potential customers fought each other for the right to enter the booth and do all sorts of nasty things to the naked brunette who occupied it.
The one who had hired Gwen was actually part owner of this adult enterprise, and he reluctantly put in a call to the local law enforcement people since he realized his limited security force was no match for the excited crowd that was growing by the minute. I had the great good luck to arrive in my garbagemobile at the same time that three squad cars pulled into the bookstore parking lot, causing the ladies of the evening to scatter like cockroaches under a bright light.
To add to the madness, dozens upon dozens of customers were fleeing from the Fun for All bookstore and frantically looking for their cars. This only added to the general confusion. My tank was surrounded on all sides by desperate drivers doing their best to find the exit and escape the police, who had absolutely no interest in them. For once having a huge hunk of metal at my command helped matters. I was able to commandeer a pair of empty spaces for my chariot of steel that were located within a stone's throw of the bookstore's rear entrance. From there it was a simple matter to hike to the maze.
Passing through the narrow entryway was an exhausting task. Fortunately I had a convoy of blue uniformed cops that swept me along with them as they fought to swim upstream against the tide of humanity coming towards them. We finally burst into the main floor to find it relatively quiet. Most of the paystations were doing fairly good business, and a goodly number of rubber neckers were doing their best to unwrap the shrink wrapped girlie magazines. Almost all the booths showing porn tapes had open doors and empty interiors. Since the big booths were off to the side, inside another minimaze, it was not possible to ascertain their status.
I spotted metal face talking and gesturing to a cop wearing bars. From the number of police standing around, it was apparent that some had come through the front door which presented no difficulty at all. What I didn't know at the time was that the initial strike team had already homed in on the source of the disturbance and had arrested the booth dancer, who happened to be my bride of two days! It was Lucinda who got my attention and gave me the high sign to come away from the area where the police lieutenant or captain was talking to metal face. She quickly filled me in on what had happened. Evidently Gwen was the sole source of the riot and had been taken into custody by the police some few minutes ago. Naturally I was eager to go and bail my wife out of jail as quickly as I could. That's when she gave me the bad news.
From what she knew about the local cops, they were loathe to arrest anyone unless it was for some major crime. It was no secret that the owners of the bookstore, which was one of the biggest sources of revenue for the city, had a secret arrangement with the local law enforcement agency that made it fairly easy to hold offenders such as the whores and booth dancers without actually arresting them. No one wanted to admit it, but the unofficial bail was usually paid in pussy by the offenders. In the case of Gwen, who had no obvious way of identifying herself and was the direct cause of the riot, her bail would be considerable, perhaps taking as long as a week before she was allowed to return to work, or leave town. I felt kind of woozy at that revelation.
When the door to Gwen's booth was thrown open, her face lit up for a brief moment. Then she realized that the two men were wearing police uniforms and had anything but friendly looks on their faces. However it wasn't until one of them kneed her in the cunt, that she knew for sure she was in deep trouble. All she had done to deserve this punishment was give them a big grin and ask if they wanted any pussy. Fighting to keep her lunch down, Gwen doubled over and for her troubles took a rabbit punch that sent her to the floor, nearly breaking her nose.
By then she was terrified, and for some very good reasons. Her wrists were quickly cuffed behind her back and one of the cops took advantage of the situation to grab her tits and give them a good twisting making her scream. They yanked her to her feet and she made her second mistake, opening her mouth to try to explain her situation. That led to a second knee to the cunt and down to her knees she went, this time spreading her lunch all over the floor. A few drops must have splattered onto the trousers of one of them. The next thing she knew, her face was being rubbed into the mess she had just produced. Had it not been for the arrival of someone in authority, who knows what might have happened to poor Gwen?
She was hustled out to the police car covered only by a short jacket loaned by one of the bookstore employees. Nonetheless there were numerous observers eager to get a glimpse of the sex-crazed booth girl who had started the fracas. Gwen was placed in the back seat for her trip to the holding area, a deserted house located a few miles beyond the city limits. It was often vacant except on the weekends, when the herd of whores were so thick that it had to be thinned. My bride was still dazed from the rough treatment she had been given, but her juices had already begun to flow. She counted two riding in front and already began to shake off the effects of her rough handling. Right now Gwen's agenda had only one item, cock of any size or shape, just as long as it could get stiff and stay that way without too much attention.
Lucinda convinced me that talking to metal face now would be a very big mistake. Since she knew him better, it was decided to head back to the hotel where plenty of activity was bound to be happening. Being a little naive about such things, I wondered how she could be so confident. It took the better part of thirty minutes just to clear the parking lot, since many of the patrons who fled earlier were now filtering back inside the Fun for All bookstore. On the way over to the hotel Lucinda promised me a memorable blowjob for my efforts and even hinted that June might be in the mood to take my cock up her asshole if I played my credit card properly. This was not exactly what I had been hoping for when we started out on this little adventure.
Indeed things were not as I imagined they'd be once we returned to the suite. The first thing I noticed was this strange, older man lying on his back in my bed. He was naked and his cock, rather long but a little on the thin side when it came to girth, was being carefully sucked and slurped by June, while this unknown woman, who looked to be in her early fifties, slowly moved a plastic vibrating toy in and out of his asshole. She was crooning that he was getting close to going off based on the way his prostate was reacting to the buzzer she called little Annie. Later I learned that Annie was the name of their only child, who like them was a dedicated swinger.
Lucinda let out a whoop and announced the couple to be clients she had met on her housekeeping rounds. Evidently she had left word with June to contact them once she got bored with doing nasty things to my mother-in-law. That reminded me to check next door and determine if Roxy was still alive and well. I nearly had a heart attack at the sight that greeted me.
My mother-in-law was still stretched out, spread-eagle fashion, on the bed. Roxy's head was in a plastic bag, one that was wet inside! Her big tits were now much bigger and had turned a nasty shade of purple from the twine that was tightly wrapped around the base of each. That huge dildo I had seen being prepared to stretch Roxy's cunt had somehow made its journey up her birth canal and probably been finally halted by her cervix, based on the inch or two that was jutting from the mouth of her cunt. Her pussy lips had been narrowed to a thin line of flesh from the monster invader.
Lucinda let out a long whistle and observed that Roxy must have had an orgasm overload based on the way she looked. I was still frozen in place, convinced that June had overdid it and killed my mother-in-law. That's when Roxy shifted her body and moved her head a bit. She was alive and none the worse for her ordeal. Lucinda chuckled and observed that there was a lack of launching pads for us. She joked that perhaps we should go downstairs to where the SUV was parked and have sex there.
I pulled the moisture laden bag from Roxy's head and attempted to remove the cord sunk into her tit flesh. It was no dice, which made me frantic as thoughts of gangrene and other possibilities raced through my mind. Lucinda just cleared her throat and used a nail file to get between the swollen flesh and the embedded cord, so her nail scissors could cut through the twine. Roxy gasped with pain, but that was nothing compared to what she experienced once the blood circulation to her giant tits was restored. Once Lucinda cut her free, Roxy got up and tottered to the bathroom where she noisily voided what sounded like a gallon of piss from her distended bladder. I steeled myself for her inquiry concerning Gwen, but it was not forthcoming, just as well under the circumstances.
Lucinda got busy undressing and so did I. The thought of perhaps ass fucking her friend got my blood boiling in a hurry. My "coy" companion insisted that I go down on her first as a gesture of good will. The prospect of chowing down in that jungle of pubic hair was rather unappetizing, but the prospect of later nailing June's tight asshole overwhelmed my good sense. I don't know exactly how much thick, springy hair I strained before reaching my objective of her fat-lipped cunt. You talk about being in a jungle, it was all of that, damp, fetid and very warm. God knows what had died in that patch of unruly hair, but I did my best not to dwell on that issue.
She turned into a traffic cop, directing me to all her sweet spots, and making sure I mined them thoroughly before moving on to the next lode. I was told when to suck, when to kiss, when to lick, and even when to nibble. The jungle got wetter, warmer and the stench was almost more than yours truly could handle. My tongue had been extended to its limit to reach a few of the areas she claimed needed my attention. However it was when I was innocently nibbling on the region just around her clit that Lucinda gave a deep sigh and then launched herself into outer space, with yours truly along for the ride. While this was happening, there came loud shouts of glee from those enjoying the fun in the other room. I guessed that the older man had finally delivered the goods and the ladies were eagerly dividing up the stash.
No sooner was Gwen pushed through the door, then they had her kneeling on the splintery wooden floor. She did her best to accommodate the two cop cocks that were taking turns making her gag and spew snot from her nostrils. It was going to be a long night for the bride of two days. Little did she realize that over a dozen police officers were coming off shift in roughly two hours. Most of them would then be heading for this out of the way place where those who committed victimless crimes were given their just desserts.
( To be continued - jethro jodhpur )
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