The Neighbors will Talk

"No, no, no," he laughed, brushing her hands away.

And then she knew. He'd watched Donnell come on her face and in her mouth. He wasn't going to kiss her. If she bent over, he would fuck her. But kissing? Kissing was out.

Who kissed a whore?

She stopped rolling her bottom.

Her pussy throbbed with an urgent need. He was a nice guy and she was a whore. She would be his pump tonight, nothing more. She rested her head on his chest and listened to the heavy thumping of his heart. His fingertips lightly traced the damp crack between her legs. Without moving her head, she made another big sigh.

Flynn took her shoulders in his strong hands and stood her up. He stood himself, then stepped away from the edge of the table.

He looked at her, tilting his head.

She lowered her head in shame. Hiking her dress, she lowered her panties. She stepped out of them and held them in a tight little ball. She blew all the air from her lungs. Her thoughts went briefly to Donnell, but she pushed him from her mind.

She bent over, laying her cheek on the table.

She was a whore.

She knew it.

She heard his utility belt jangle as he slipped it from his hips. It made a great clattering noise as he lay it in a heap on the table. He stood behind her.

"Wait," she said feebly.

His hands were on her hips, his groin pressed against her bottom.

" This is wrong, " she said, craning her head to see him.

"Of course it is." He unzipped his fly. "I'm on duty."

He smiled his same goofy boy smile.

"You're Donnell's girl."

She twisted her face in confusion. He moved his hand to the wet place between her legs. His touch was like golden fire, and she moaned.

"But if you have to have it," he said.

He rubbed the thick head of his cock between her legs.

"You can grant yourself amnesty, " he said.

He slipped his cock inside her, causing her to gasp. He was big. He took her hips in his hands and began fucking her. Gloria moaned. He thrust into her a few times and her canal became wet and slippery. His cock felt meaty and warm.

He bent over and whispered in her ear: " Is Donnell's cock as big as mine?"

Shame and confusion made her whimper.

She looked over her shoulder, and his face was so close to hers she couldn't make out his expression. He kept pumping his cock into her. Just as she convinced herself that she must have misunderstood, he asked her again about the size of Donnell's cock, and this time there was no mistake. He was only fucking her because she was Donnell's girl.

He was using her.

Gloria heard the crash of another utility belt on the table.

His partner was back!

"Officer Flynn!" she hissed, her words husky from sex.

Gloria tried to shove the hem of her dress down over her bottom.

" Please, " she gasped, craning her head around.

Flynn stopped moving his hips but kept his cock buried deep inside her. He took her hair and smoothed it into a pony tail with both his hands. Tugging her head up, he whispered in her ear: "Officer Jones doesn't care."

He placed his cheek on hers, his cock swollen and hard inside her. He raised his eyes to his partner. "Do you care, Officer Jones?" Flynn asked.

Jones snorted.

He fished a cigarette from his shirt pocket and lit it. His face glowed from the light of his match. He propped his foot on the bench, resting his elbow on his knee. Sucking on his cigarette, he blew smoke onto the glowing end. "Officer Jones does not give a shit."

Flynn laughed and planted a kiss on her cheek.

He resumed his strokes.

"Officer Flynn, please, " she pleaded. "Please."

The cock plowed into her, making her brows shoot up and her mouth contort in pleasure. It was humiliating to be fucked in front of his partner this way. Jones had called her a slut. He'd treated her like a slut. He'd gone away for ten minutes only to find her bent over for his partner. She bit her lip and smiled awkwardly, trying to hide her pleasure. Flynn's haunches made a slapping noise against her bare bottom.

Jones dropped his cigarette into the dirt and crushed it with his boot.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. It was shameful to accept her slutty behavior, but she felt better immediately. "I'm really sorry."

He smiled. He reached down and unzipped his fly.

An electric pulse raced through her chest.

"Oh," she squeaked.

Both of them?

She cut her eyes to Flynn. He petted her hair and caressed her face.

He knew.

They'd both known.

Jones's cock was out of his pants. It was thick and long, and the silky head glistened in the moonlight.

Gloria put her head down.

They knew her better than she knew herself.

Jones snorted laughter. "It's okay," he whispered. "Lots of girls do it."

She couldn't look at either of them.

Flynn moved his hips and wet sloppy noises came from her pussy.

She didn't know how long she waited like that. Head down. Flynn pumping away at her. Jones standing with his cock in his hand. Soon she reached out her hand, flexing her fingers open and closed. Jones laughed and put his cock in her palm. His cock was warm and smooth and she stroked him, building up her courage. She opened her mouth, and tilted her head.

And then his big cock was in her mouth.

Both cops laughed.

They moved her away from the table to get themselves into better positions. Jones took her head in his hands, his palm under her chin. Flynn thrust his cock into her cunt, sending her pile-driving into Jones. She held onto his thighs for balance. Flynn's strokes determined the rhythm she used on his partner's cock. Flynn increased his tempo and she choked. Pulling the cock out of her mouth, she stroked the wet shaft.

The cock slipped out of her cunt.

She didn't want it to be over. Twisting her head around, she mewled. She wanted to feel him pushing between her legs, driving her toward release. She tried to stand but they kept her bent over. Her dress was bunched up around her hips. Someone groped her tits. Flynn's swollen cock bumped against her shoulders.

A finger sank into her cunt. Jones was behind her.

Her chest throbbed with alarm.

She raised her eyes to Flynn. "Please," she whispered.

Jones laughed. He rubbed his cock against her cunt.

"Beg," he said.

"Please, please," she said, stretching her hand toward Jones to ward him off. She tried to rise, but Flynn took her by the shoulders and planted a wet kiss on her cheek.

Jones slid deep inside her.

Gloria grabbed for the table to keep her balance. She hung her head. Jones was fucking her. She'd had to build up her courage to take him in her mouth and now he was taking a turn on her pussy. She told herself it didn't really mater. Her velvety hole lubricated his cock and soon the tempo of his strokes increased.

"Gloria," he whispered.

The hair on the back of her neck stood up. What would he say? Certainly nothing good. She tightened her grip on the table and turned to look at him.

"Donnell?" Jones asked.

The big cock plowed her pussy. It made wet slapping noises.

She narrowed her eyes. "What? she asked incredulously.

The two cops traded an amused look. Jones held her hips and gave her his thrusts. Her cheeks jerked with each of his plunges. She grinned and shook her head.

"No," she whispered, laughing.

She wasn't sure what he was asking, but the answer seemed obvious enough.

Jones sweated, his nostrils flared.

"No," she said again, louder and with purpose. She chuckled.

She gripped the table tighter, arching her back so his cock slid against the top of her canal, closer to the hot pit of her clitoris. She was so close.

She bit her lip.

Her mouth dropped open in a silent scream.

Her chocolate brows came together.

The orgasm started at her toes and traveled up through her young body. She stretched out her arms, pushing out her bottom. Jones pulled her tight against his groin and her eighteen-year-old pussy squeezed his stiff cock. She flailed and grunted, snorting like a small animal. Her orgasm was loud and long, and when it was finished, she crumpled forward, her forearms under her, her breath coming in mighty gasps.

Jones pulled his cock out of her and sprayed his cum on her ass.

She hiked her skirt up, away from the mess he was making. He finished, putting his hand in the middle of her back and moving nearer to her.

Taking her skirt in his hand, he dried his cock. He chuckled.

"Fuck," she whispered.

He took her dress and pulled it over her messy bottom. He looked at his partner and laughed, smoothing the fabric over her rear.

She shook her head and sighed.

He was an ass.

He took his belt from the table and secured it around his waist. "Say goodnight," he said to his partner. "Then come meet me at the car."

Jones retreated across the dark park.

Flynn whispered, "He gives law enforcement a bad name."

Gloria smiled.

Her orgasm has drained all the sexual tension from her, leaving her tired, ready to go home, but finally able to think clearly for the maybe first time in a long time. Flynn was a prick. Good-looking, warm, and funny, but a prick all the same. Nice to her when they were alone, but a dog with his partner around.

She could do better.

Flynn held his cock in his hand, hovering closer to her.

She knelt at his feet, the cool grass tickling her knees.

A deal was a deal.

She toiled on his cock, without the benefit of her own needs driving her on. Soon sloppy wet sounds came from her mouth. Her fist.

Flynn took his cock in his hand and jacked off into her mouth.

She knelt before him, her hands on her thighs.

He came. She accepted his warm cream, swallowing it all.

She liked it.

She liked the taste of cum.

Flynn zipped his fly, buttoned his pants, strapped on his utility belt.

She stood and searched in her purse for a cigarette.

"Walk you home?" he asked. His voice was soft. Tender.

"Nah," she said. Her lighter flared. Tossing the lighter into her purse, she leaned her backside against the table. Crossed her arms.

She savored his taste in her mouth.

Flynn stepped to her and tipped her chin up with his finger. He looked into her eyes, then tilted his head and put his mouth on hers. His hands were on her face, cupping her cheeks. He nibbled her lips. His tongue explored her mouth.

He licked her teeth.

Gloria broke the kiss. She chuckled, shaking her head.

Who kissed a whore?

She pressed her lips hard against his mouth.

Suddenly the two were illuminated in a bright, wonderful, dazzling light. For the second time that night, the park turned from night into day.

Without looking to the cruiser, Flynn raised his middle finger.

Gloria grinned.

"Amnesty," Flynn whispered.

He touched her lips with just the tips of his fingers.

He backed away from her for a few steps, his eyes locked on hers. And then he turned and trotted across the park toward his partner.

Gloria took a long drag from her cigarette. She blew the smoke out.

"Amnesty," she whispered to herself. "Give the bitch amnesty."