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So you wake up naked at the beach. Again. With Mickey. Again. You’re still not entirely sure how you got there, but by the time your eyes open, there are three officers staring down at the two of you in a balanced combination of disappointment and disgust.
It’s not your first rodeo with them; it certainly won’t be your last, but you have a feeling you’re running out of chances.
Now the two of you are tucked in the back of the cop car, your bare ass glued to the leather seats in the sweltering Athens heat. Unfortunately, unlike the first time (and the second), not a single article of clothing of yours is in sight. It may or may not have happened in the drunken journey from the bar to the beach when the two of you started kissing and flinging clothes left and right. Jury is still out given that the evidence is nowhere near the crime scene.
Cops also don’t go around with extra clothes to give to stranded, naked, hungover transplants. You should be embarrassed, but the situation is more amusing than anything because of how ludicrous it is. More so because this is a repeated offense from both of you. You and Mickey share equally humored looks in the backseat, hiding your light giggles behind your cuffed hands.
At least you’re in it together.
The situation at the station is not any better. They toss you into one of the back interrogation rooms to shield you from any passerby. The building is small since local police don’t see much crime aside from pickpockets. The only saving grace is the slow whirring air conditioning that provides some reprieve to the sweat that’s sticking to your skin.
Still no clothes, by the way.
Just you and Mickey seated side by side across from three officers bickering in Greek on what to do with the two of you. The first time this happened, the guy let you off easy with Mickey’s charm and a casual conversation about American basketball. The second time took a little bit of sweet talking and promises that this would never, ever happen again.
These three however seem intent on doing something. They just don’t know what.
Your Greek isn’t the best but you’ve learned critical words like prison and that is not a word you would prefer to associate with your situation.
As they continue the conversation, you can’t miss the way the younger of the three — he can’t be more than twenty-five — keeps sneaking glances your way. His eyes flick down to your breasts currently pushed up and hidden with the arms crossed over your chest, now that your hands are released from the metal cuffs. It’s somewhat flattering, if not inappropriate given the circumstances.
Mickey also notices the ogling but his lips twist in displeasure. He’s never been good at sharing.
But perhaps… it’s time to try.
You start to rise and Mickey takes your hand with a brow curiously raised, tugging you back down. “What’re you doing?”
“I’m going to try and get us out of this mess.”
His brows furrow this time. “With what?”
“You trust me?” You know he does, he may just not like the solution. He reluctantly nods.
With his unspoken agreement, you come to a stand. None of them, except the youngest one, appears to notice, too engrossed in their conversation. The youngest one watches you with wide eyes, and you feign innocence, blinking sweetly at him.
Only when you lean over and place your plans on the table do they look up.
“Officers,” you start with an extra polite lilt, “is there anything we can do to fix this situation? We’re so sorry about all this, for wasting your time. You’re all probably very busy since you’re so important. So if there’s anything we can do, anything at all…”
They aren’t fluent English speakers, you’re fully aware of that, and it’s not like you can speak fluent Greek, but presenting this offer in English seems to be a better alternative anyway. It softens your tone, allows you to play off what you’re really saying.
The other language they clearly speak is also the tits in front of them, bait out in the open. You purposely press them closer together with your arms, wiggling slightly to give them some movement. Their eyes immediately fall to your bare breasts.
You’re basically the enchantress with how dazed they immediately look.
Pressing them together, you even toss in your best fuck-me eyes. “Anything.”
They look at each other, silent for only a brief moment before the oldest one chimes in. “Anything?”
Hook, line, and sinker.
“Anything,” you smile at them.
His eyes drop again to your breasts. “How about we touch?” He suggests carefully.
Easy. “We can definitely do that.”
Mickey jerks behind you with a protest halfway out his lips but you’re quick to stop him, with a reassuring smile over your shoulder at the three men. “Mick, it’s not a big deal. I get this over with and we’re home free. Then we can fuck all we want — at home obviously, I have enough sand up my ass.”
Your loverboy boyfriend, who worships the ground you walk on, does not seem convinced.
“Just touching, no sex.” That addition softens him slightly but you need confirmation from the three stooges in front of you. Turning back to them, you ask, “Touch but no sex, right?”
They once again look amongst themselves before the oldest, presumably most senior, officer nods. “No sex.”
“See?” You say with a sympathetic look. You understand his hesitance, but this feels like ripping off the bandaid compared to letting this gaping wound leak while the two of you are still nude as the day you were born. Does this comparison even make sense? Who knows?
The heat makes your brain funny.
“It’ll be quick and painless. You’ll be right here with me. If one of them steps out of line or you’re not comfortable with something, you can stop them. Fair?”
Mickey still isn’t fully sold but grumbles his agreement. You beam and peck him quickly on the lips. Despite his easygoing nature, Mickey doesn’t quite enjoy sharing you with anyone, especially not with cops.
Then the three of them stand and gesture for you to take the more comfortable seat on their side. You oblige and sit on your makeshift throne.
These people don’t waste a second. Their hands immediately begin to wander. With one man on each of your sides and one behind you, they have you surrounded. They’re groping your breasts, pulling and twisting your nipples, exploring your shoulders and down your curves.
You have to admit that it is somewhat — or maybe even extremely — arousing to feel so many hands on you at the same time. You’ve never done this before, it’s always been one partner at a time, but it isn’t as if you’ve never thought about it.
They’re encouraged by the little moans that slip past your lips. Involuntarily, yet they still come out all the same, especially when you’re enjoying how they’re using you. It’s amplified when you look at Mickey and there is a fire in his eyes. His blue eyes stay on you — sharp and icy — but there’s a flame lit in those irises. He’s both irritated and turned on, which are two very reasonable feelings when he’s watching his girlfriend getting felt up to stay out of jail.
However, when the youngest of them, the one that’s been watching you this entire time, leans down to kiss you, Mickey slaps a firm hand on the table. “No kissing, that’s mine and only mine,” he draws the line.
A smile twitches on the corner of your lips. He’s always been possessive and protective, it’s one of his many incredible qualities that first drew you to him. That had you skipping your flight back home and kept you in Greece.
That said, Mickey’s warning only slightly deters the officer. Instead, the guy backs off away from you and unzips his pants, pulling out his cock. Mickey’s jaw clenches in your periphery. The man pulls your hand from your lap to wrap your fingers around his length. He slowly guides you to stroke it, brushing your thumb over the tip, and moans at how small your hand is around his dick.
Another officer, not the spokesperson for the three, is clearly inspired and does the same. Before you know it, both your hands are working two cocks while their boss is still focused on your tits. He’s completely entranced by how your flesh moves beneath his fingertips, molding to his touch. There are two kinds of men in this room — three if you consider the seething man across from you.
Mickey’s still naked, his lean frame hunched over in his attempt to stay still, to behave so the two of you can leave. His knuckles are white where they’re balled into fists on top of the table.
Heat pools between your legs and you press your thighs together to stop yourself from leaking. It’s a futile effort. You can’t help the pleased whimpers that rise from your throat with the way Mickey is looking at you, ravenous and envious. Your little whimpers only embolden the other three, stroking faster, twisting harder, holding tighter.
They chat amongst themselves in Greek and, while you don’t completely follow in the haze of your desire, you don’t miss the way they chuckle together, how they leer at you with hungry eyes. Flames lick up your skin at the sight. It’s unnerving not to understand what they’re saying but there’s also something sexy in the unknown.
Then you’re being hauled up by your elbow before getting shoved to your knees. The first touch of cock against your lips has you jolting back in surprise. However, the senior officer pushes your head towards the youngest’s cock.
“Open,” he commands simply, voice firm.
The guy taps his cock against your lips for you to grant entry. Your gaze flies to Mickey, who had risen to his feet the moment you were pulled up. He’s there, standing stock still, body rigid.
But his cock is hard, standing upright and twitching with precum leaking from the tip. Fuck me. Mickey likes this. Regardless of what he says, his body clearly disagrees with him.
Before you can think too hard about it, the youngest reaches down to pinch your nipple, pulling a gasp from your mouth that gives him the perfect opportunity to slide his cock along your tongue.
“Suck,” he says and it’s more than he’s said this entire time. You start slow, hollowing out your cheeks and letting his shaft drag along your tongue, wrapping your lips tight around the girth. His moan is instantaneous.
The second guy is once again influenced and he pulls your head, releasing the man’s cock from your mouth, towards his own. Your mouth opens instinctively to let him in and, before long, you’re alternating between the two. At some point, you tug them closer together, their tips close to touching as your mouth works their lengths.
They seem to enjoy it, seeing you graze your lips between two cocks. It’s intoxicating to have this many people around you, a little exciting. Your gaze goes to Mickey whose eyes remain on you the entire time. His pupils are blown, darkening the bright blue of his irises. His hand is wrapped around his cock and, if you squint, you swear that he’s started jerking himself.
Hiding your smile, you go back to focus on the men with you. They taste like sweat and grime, their touch both gentle and firm. Meanwhile, the senior officer who’s more obsessed with your body kneels behind you and runs his hands, tough from years of hard work, over your curves before slipping one between your legs. His lips attach to your neck as he pushes one then two fingers in.
With how soaked you are, he meets no resistance.
Moans vibrate through you and straight to the men’s cocks as you continue sucking them off, both your hands busy with the two dicks. You’ll give this old guy this — he’s great with his fingers. He twists and curls them just right, he’s not just finger fucking you with the speed of a jackhammer. No, he’s stroking your pussy lips, pressing down on your clit, rubbing your insides. You arch forward slightly when the pleasure gets too much but he straightens you again to ensure he can keep working you.
He’s clearly pleased with himself, you feel the curve of his smile against your back.
Words like omorfos spill from their lips and those you understand, your heart fluttering with compliments of your beauty. What you don’t expect is the word “slut” to fall from one of their lips in English. Your eyes open wide because that one you definitely understand. It’s demeaning, but your body responds so quickly to it. Your pussy pulses around the man’s fingers as a whine is muffled by the cock in your mouth.
Apparently they notice that you seem to enjoy it too because then they start muttering more in English — sexy, tight, whore, cocksucker.
The youngest one seems to be the most thrilled by this development because then he’s grabbing your head and fucking your face while you’re still getting finger fucked by his boss. You gag and look up at him with teary eyes. He loves it because he does it again and again until he watches you nearly weep with sick fascination.
With no warning, warm cum shoots onto your tongue as he jerks his hips a few last times as they stutter with his orgasm. The taste is bitter and you crinkle your nose a little. Before you can spit or swallow or even think about what the fuck just happened, the other guy is grabbing your head, pulling another wet gasp out of you. A little bit of cum dribbles down your chin as he plugs your mouth again, giving a few quick, short thrusts, and proceeds to spill inside.
Your mouth is full at this point, you flinch when you realize you can’t even open your lips without leaking it out. Your eyes fly to Mickey for help but he’s panting as he fully fucks his own hand at this point.
The man who had just cum in your mouth pries your lips open with his thumb, spitting out “tongue”.
Oh. Oh. Kinky fucker wants to see. Alright. So you put on a bit of a performance and open your mouth to show him how much cum is pooled on your tongue. His moan rumbles from deep in his belly as he digs his thumb into the liquid and swirls the two liquids together. His eyes only widen at the sight as he drinks in the erotic sight of you with two men’s cum in your mouth.
“Swallow.”
It’s to get out of here. You tell yourself that. It’s not because you’re turned on by how resolute he sounds.
So you do. The cum slides down your throat, bitterness with it.
A slow smirk stretches across his lips. “So sexy.”
You smile wickedly at him, ready to respond, but then the senior officer pulls you up again. This man has a thing for your tits and manhandling, you note for future scientific reference. He bends you over the metal table, your breasts against the cool surface, which pulls a shiver out of you.
His fingers don’t leave your pussy as he keeps fingering it. You try to look over your shoulder and catch a glimpse of him stroking his cock above your ass. It doesn’t take him that long, warmth splatters across your back. It paints your ass, your lower spine, and some even go up to your shoulders.
Then he spreads his fingertips, wet with your juices, and mixes his cum with your wetness. Fuck. You writhe almost desperately, wanting to finish yourself but it doesn’t seem like it’s part of their plan.
The senior officer grabs his phone but Mickey’s fingers wrap around his wrist with a glare. “No pictures.”
The man only chuckles, holding his hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay.” Then he looks at you, smiling. “Okay, free to go.”
So your thighs are wet from your squirts, your tits are sore from all the groping, your back is sticky with dried cum, and your mouth still holds the aftertaste of two men. But at least you’re dressed when you walk out of the station and back into the searing afternoon sun.
You’re in nothing but a police shirt, badge and all, and Mickey with the pants. Unfortunately, you had to split their one spare uniform. Still, you’re just thankful to be dressed.
Mickey slides an arm around your waist, hand dragging down to cup your ass and slip a finger in as you walk towards the main street. You let out a small pleased noise as you lean against him. “Babe, I’m fucking wet and horny. You don’t want to do this right now.”
“I’ll bend you over one of their cars if it makes you feel better,” he grins.
“Let’s fuck on the bed of your truck again,” you giggle, leaning up to peck him on the lips. “Are you still, you know, hard?”
Mickey laughs and that sound is delightful. “Pretty fucking hard. Let’s get home.”