The Unlocked Door - The Finale

Please read Part Two (The Unlocked Door) before enjoying this story.

I heard an audible gasp as CJ walked into the living room. He stood there like a deer caught in the headlights. I turned my head and smiled, but I felt my cop’s cock stop in mid-stroke.

I immediately began to practically beg for mercy and my apologies rapidly fell from my mouth.
“I’m so sorry. I couldn’t help it. Please try to understand and forgive me.”, I pleaded.
My cop partner wasn’t saying a word; he was just scrambling to find his pants.
CJ shouted at the cop to stop what he was doing.
I had no idea what he was going to do next and I was worried because there was a gun in the house now. There was a pair of handcuffs still on the floor. They could be used for purposes other than fun.

All I could say was “I knew I should have locked the door”

CJ didn’t seem to agree with me. He went and quickly got his digital video camera and set it up.
“I know how you like this Deb.”, he said as he set the camera on a tripod.
I was worried that this is something that was going to be used against me down the road.

The cop and I remained where we were, stark naked, with no idea of what would happen next. It was up to CJ to make the next move and he did without any fuss. CJ started to strip out of the black pants and white shirt that were his work clothes. Soon we were both welcomed by CJ’s semi-hard dick.

CJ made sure that the video camera was recording all three of us when he started his interrogation:
“Debbie, you’re a damn whore aren’t you”, CJ started
I was familiar with his tone and immediately became more dutiful.
“Yes sir, I’m a whore”, I replied.
“You like to fuck bitches like this hard fucker?”, CJ asked the cop.
“Damn straight”, was the only reply.
“Deb, you’re not just any whore are you? You’re a cocksucking whore, right?”, CJ asked.
“Yes, I like to suck off and taste dick”, I admitted what CJ already knew.
“And did you suck this cop’s dick”, he asked.

I explained the situation, what happened, and that a blowjob wasn’t part of the script.

CJ explained to the both of us that he believed in the idea of the more the merrier when I was there with other men. Now it was CJ that dropped to his hands and knees. He set us up the way he wanted. He told me to get behind him and insisted that the cop get on his knees in front of him.

“Debbie I know you know what to do”, he said as he turned his head back towards me.
He said he couldn’t wait to get all this recorded to watch and show to me over and over. He even said that he planned on playing it for me and making me play with myself when he did. He told me he would let me know, in no uncertain terms, what a slut I was as I watched.

Then he looked straight at the cop and asked him if he liked his cock sucked on. Of course, he answered in the affirmative.
“Good”, CJ said. “Because I like to suck cock as much as Debbie does”.
I watched as the cop’s cock twitched and CJ sucked his cockhead between his lips.

I began to knead his ass as I moved in close enough to lick his balls. CJ got harder and I could hear his slurping as he enjoyed eating and sucking on our cop. I gently sucked at CJ’s nuts and moved my hands to his side. One hand moved to grasp his now rock hard cock and began to stroke while lapping at his balls. The other hand moved him down on the cop’s cock. As I shoved him onto the cock filling his mouth, the cop moaned out. I stroked at CJ’s cock faster as I moved him into a perfect face fuck tempo. Now I could hear both men moaning. One filled the room with sounds of pleasure. The other was muffled, slurping, sucking.

I was becoming jealous. I spread CJ’s legs wider so I could slip underneath him to get a taste of the most delicious hard dick I knew. His precum had already been spread over his cock from my jerking and tugging. I was on my back when I flicked my tongue at his slightly swaying hard meat. As I nibbled and licked at CJ’s meat it seemed to inspire him to suck at the cop even more. I could hear our cop’s breathing quicken and his moans were almost constant. I knew he was about to feed CJ his hot milk. It was then that I took CJ’s cock into my mouth, took him hard, deep, and started sucking immediately.
CJ moaned onto the thick meat in his mouth, the cop moaned out, “Fuck you, swallow me!”
and emptied his balls into CJ’s face.

Then it was CJ’s turn, he started to fuck my face hard. It was so deep his balls were resting on my chin and I had to work at not gagging.
CJ was encouraged by the cop saying, “Cum on the damn slut’s face”.
Listening and agreeing, CJ pulled out of my mouth as he started to cum and painted my face with his goo, spurting and groaning.

By now the cop had started to get his uniform back on and picked up his handcuffs.
I crawled out from underneath CJ.
CJ got up and turned off the camera.
By the time I got my panties on the cop was walking to the door. He turned, thanked us almost indifferently and left.

I looked at CJ, smiled, and said, “Maybe I’ll keep that door unlocked next time too”.

For The Love of a Leo

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CBW #104 Double Pleasure

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Winter Storm

This week, as most people living along the I-95 corridor know, we had a big Winter Storm. It started the night before and continued through the next day. March definitely came in like a lion here. March’s lion wasn’t the only I was experiencing that day. I got a phone call from my boss at 5:45 in the morning to let me know that work was closed and to take a “snow day”. I turned off my alarm and went back to sleep for a few more hours. CJ got the same type of call, so we got to spend the day together. Something we enjoy, especially during the week, and experience it only once a week at best. With CJ and I many times it’s the seemingly little things that add to our intimacy. The morning began with each of us having a hot breakfast together, rather than cold cereal, separately. We watched the snow continue through the morning, sipping on hot coffee, and having the conversations that I delight in.

We lit the fireplace and settled in for the day. As I sat in my chair doing my cross-stitch, watching the movie we had chosen for the day, CJ moved behind me and kissed me on the back of the neck. I softly giggled and went back to what I was doing. CJ didn’t stop there though, his soft little kisses continued. I put down the project I was working on, leaned back and enjoyed the warm feeling. His kisses now turning into nips and bites. His lips are always warm and wet. He advanced to my cheek, and then came around to smile at me at kiss my mouth. I returned not only his smile, but every motion, and picked up on every signal.

As often times in the past, our foreplay seems to start wherever we are. This time was no different. We were entwined, kissing, and gently fell to the Oriental rug between the bedroom and the living room. The warmth from CJ’s body was a nice addition to the fireplace. My hands slipped under his pajamas giving me a chance to massage his bare skin and brush against his now hardening cock. CJ easily peeled off my clothing. It seemed to me that once he had done that, rather than taking his time exploring my body, he went straight to my tits, and stayed there. Of course he knows I like that, but it’s only a part of our foreplay. He squeezed my breasts, one in each hand as he bit my nipples, one at time, and pulled on them with his teeth.
“Come to the bedroom babe. I have an idea”, he said in a way that was very alluring to me.
When we got to the bedroom he opened my “toy drawer”. After rummaging around he found what he wanted, my nipple jewelry (for a picture of this toy in use see: A Night With Mr. W.) Since this is one of my favorite pieces of jewelry, CJ knew how to put it on me quickly. Still only rubbing the other parts of my body, he changed his form and lightly lapped at my nipples now. My sighs turned to moans, especially when he stopped and pulled off the bottoms of those PJ’s. No matter how good of a writer I become, I will never find words to describe how handsome his cock is when it’s at attention for me.

He whispered in my ear “I have something even better planned”.
I had no idea what he meant.
He continued teasing me, with words this time, “I know that you like it a bit kinky sometimes”, he said as he smiled and dove onto my tits again.
My pussy was wet now and my moans louder. My nipples had become more sensitive than I think I had ever felt them before. I was at the point where I wanted to touch him anywhere I could. In the mean time I was curious about what the last comment he made meant.
“I don’t want to fuck you on the bed”, he said to continue his tease.
“Well what do you want?”, I said in my most dutiful voice.

CJ then took matters into his own hands. I could tell this was a well planned out setting. Our bedroom has a large glass door to the patio that is covered with wide vertical blinds. CJ opened the blinds and moved them all to the far right. It really was beautiful outside, snow always seems to make things more quiet and serene. CJ stood sideways in front of the door. I could see his cock jutting out from between his thighs, but I just kept staring at him.
“Come on over here babe and join me”, CJ asked.
I quickly moved towards him and when I was about to embrace him, he stopped me and pushed me to my knees. I moved my mouth to his cockhead, but again he stopped me.
“Not this time Deb”, he told me.
As he continued smiling and speaking to me softly he said all I was allowed to do was lick his balls. He didn’t even want me to touch his cock. He lifted his hard-on so it rested on my face as I tilted it upwards and I flicked my tongue over his sacs. I could tell by those special moans of his that he was enjoying my tongue play.
He gasped between his moans to say “Long licks on ‘em now babe”.
I flattened my tongue and as I rolled his nuts over my tongue I could feel his cock twitch and harden on my face.

When I could feel the heat of his cock and could smell that man essence that I know is CJ I wanted to taste more of him, have more of him. He wouldn’t allow it and I realized this was just his way to extend my torture. It started with the obscure whispers, moved onto the play that only seemed to be focused on my tits and nipples, now my tongue is being kept from his meat.
There was a final moan before he lifted me up by the shoulders so we were face to face again. He pulled on the chain that was attached to my nips and again sucked them like a hungry baby. As I was delighting in the sensation and the fact that my cunt was dripping, you know, when all you seem to be experiencing is a oneness with the sensations your body is sending you. All of a sudden I wasn’t only spinning from the sensual experience, but because CJ was quickly turning me towards the door and pushing me against it.
What a sensation! The ice cold feeling of smooth polished glass was hitting my already very erect nipples, it was painful and pleasurable at the same time, almost like the sensation I love of being spanked. My abdomen was pressing against the glass also, my pussy tingled in a way I had never felt, and it was an adventure. All these different feelings were joining with a favorite kink, my exhibitionism. CJ held me pressed against the glass as his cock pushed on my ass cheeks. He pushed my knees apart and tilted my hips so he could enter into my very ready slippery cunt. I moaned out as he did so and saw my hot breath vaporize on the glass. I was hot and cold at the same time. Heat from my hips down and cold from my waist up.
CJ drove into me with his heat as he tugged on my nipple chain at the time, whispering in my ear, “Does it burn babe? I want to make you burn.”
He was surely succeeding at that.

As CJ and I rocked against each other, I began to survey the view I had. The parking lot was basically empty. Not even the dog walkers in the neighborhood seemed to be out. Rather than being discouraged by this, it was the possibility that I could be seen at any moment still turned me on. There were the passing salt trucks and plows that would go down the street every so often, but that was the only sign of life. CJ just would fuck me harder when he saw that a car or truck was going by. Just as he said when we first got to the bedroom, he does know how to do me kinky, and I love him for it. He really was stirring my pussy now. As we moved together, the warmer I got, the more the double intensity struck my body, the more our moans filled the air, and I got closer to cumming.

CJ was getting closer to exploding too. I could feel his hot breath on my neck and shoulders as my hot breath would just hit the glass, causing more clouds. Sometimes he would drive so hard, fast, and deep that just the top of my clit would hit the cold door. I could feel my cunt pucker and pull tight on his cock when it happened. Then it happened, perfection! I saw a salt truck slow down as he drove up our street. In fact he came to a full halt.
CJ slowed down a bit and whispered in my ear, “Do you like that honey?”
“Oh yes! Fuck me harder, show him how I get fucked”.
He waited a moment and when the driver turned his head, obviously watching, he pounded my pussy with a perfect vigor. As he did, he tugged on my nipples and I pictured the driver pulling his hard cock out of his pants and jacking off. I lifted my arms above my head and pushed my hands on the glass, staring at the guy in the truck, I grasped CJ’s cock with my kink filled pussy as we came together. Oh god, it was wonderful! I crumpled onto the floor with my eyes still on the salt truck. He was already driving off and I sighed. I turned around, looked up at CJ and said, “I do like to be kept warm on a cold winter’s day”.

I was rejuvenated the next day, ready to go to work. As I turned onto our street in the morning for some strange reason I had to drive around a large pile of road salt.

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The Unlocked Door-Part 2

Please read Part One (The Unlocked Door) before enjoying this story.

So there I sat, the cop sitting across from me continuing the script from my Talk Dirty To Me chat room. I didn’t mind being reminded….
These words became a lot more real that I ever thought they would. My cop started doing his part, almost immediately. It was his hands that I felt running into my wet pussy. It was his teeth that bit down on my nipples. He was firmly telling me what a slut I was as he kept reading the chat. It was perfection, my pussy being played with at the same my tits are being nibbled, and I’m being told what a damn slut I am.

[Dirty Debbie note: for easier reading of Debbie's chat click on the pictures of the screen]

He got about this far when he stopped to unbuckle his belt and unzip his fly. I could easily see his stiff bulging dick. He kicked his shoes off and took off his pants. His cock was a lot more comfortable, at attention and his one eye starring at my pussy. He put the laptop on the table as he moved close enough tease my wet slit with his cockhead. He kept reading from the script I had seemed to have written for him.

I may not to have been able to move much, but I sure could feel his slippery, hot, rock hardness filling up my tight cunt and stirring me up from the inside. He got it all back from me too, my velvety wet pussy hugged him with each thrust.
I didn’t need the script to tell me when to moan, I knew exactly when to.
He would thrust a few times, teasing me by stopping to read some more to me, then he’d shove his hot rock hard cock into me again. A few more thrusts and then a few more lines from the script. It was becoming fucking agonizing.

At that point neither of us could take the fact I was firmly fastened to a dining room chair. The cop positioned me to his liking and so he could follow the script:

I heard the door open again. This time it was different, the sound of a key turning in a lock prefaced the steps walking down the hall.
I knew who it was, and I knew how he would find me, my ass in the air moaning as a complete stranger, a cop no less, fucks my slut brains out.

As before, that’s another story.

CBW #103 Memories

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