Breaking Up the Party (Closed)

Erin listened carefully to the cop's words and did as he asked. She took as much of his cock into her mouth as she could and almost gagged from it. When asked, she tentatively reached up at cupped his balls in her hand. She was fascinated by the feel of them as she rolled them in her hand. He was moving his cock in and out of her mouth and she swirled her tongue around him as he did, sucking lightly. She moved one hand to his stomach, feeling the tight muscles there, and left the other to play with his balls gently.
 
The girl did everything Rory asked, and it occurred to him that at this moment, she was his. Whether it was because she enjoyed it or just because she was scared she would get in trouble, it didn't matter; she would now do whatever he asked.

"Uhhh," he groaned in pleasure as she continued to bob her mouth on his cock, taking much of it in. "You do that so well...fuck, are you sure you haven't done this before, baby?"

He continued to run his hands through her hair while she sucked his stiff dick and played with his balls. It wasn't long before he could feel the orgasm swelling up through him, eager to erupt. "Oh fuck, fuck," he moaned, "you're gonna make me cum. You want my cum down your throat, you little slut? Or maybe all over your pretty face?"
 
Erins eyes widened at his comment and she pulled her mouth off of his cock but immediately replaced it with her hand.

"I- I've never tasted it before," she said softly. She didn't want it in her hair, she figured it would be hard to get out. Slowly she slid her mouth back over his cock and sucked again.
 
"Never tasted it before?" Rory asked in his usual disbelieving tone. By this point he did actually believe her (just about), but he liked to tease her. Somehow it seemed like it gave him the upper hand.

"Well, maybe it's about time you did taste it, baby," he added. "Now keep sucking like a good slut."

It didn't take much longer before he felt the jizz swirling up from his balls through his shaft. With a loud groan of lust and pleasure, he felt the jizz burst from his cock and gush out into Erin's mouth, flooding her tongue with hot seed.
 
Erin's pulse thundered as she felt his cock twitching in her mouth. Then she felt it, that first hot burst of cum that almost made her gag there was so much. She tried to swallow it all. It tasted... surprisingly good. There was so much though; some of it dribbled down onto her chin. She continued to suck as he came, swirling her tongue around his cock.
 
Rory looked down at the blonde teenager with strings of jizz dripping from her mouth. He couldn't believe how sexy she looked like that, down on her knees, cum dribbling off her tongue.

"Fuck, Erin, you were so good at that," he said, catching his breath. He took her hand and helped her to her feet.

Leaning in towards her, Rory kissed her cheek with surprising gentleness. "I think you've paid the price for your indiscretions tonight...but I should really see your license and take down your information anyway, just in case. I'll need your full name and phone number. And don't bother lying. It's not that big of a town, and I'll be able to find you either way."
 
Erin blushed at the compliment the cop gave her. She wiped her mouth as he helped her up and she was completely surprised when he kissed her cheek. What was that? He requested her information and she gave it to him, hoping he wasn't going to get her in trouble anyway after all she'd done.

She straightened her clothes as he was writing and then looked up at him. It was still dark, she still hadn't got a clear look at his face and she found herself wanting to. She wanted to know more about the man she had just given a random blowjob to in the forest. His threat hung in the air between them. Why would he even need to find her after tonight?

"Why would you need to find me? I... I thought I was off the hook" she said softly. "And also, how... How will I know its you if you contact me? I don't even know who you are".
 
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How will I know its you if you contact me? I don't even know who you are," the naive girl said, and Rory could only laugh at that remark.

"Oh Erin," he said mischievously, "do you really think you'll have any trouble knowing who I am when I call? Believe me, I'll make myself perfectly clear."

Rory zipped up his pants and put his flashlight away. He pointed to a clearing in the woods that led out to the other side of Paul Revere Road. The path was marked by moonlight, as though a trail of luminescent bread crumbs had been left for Erin to follow. "Go through that clearing and you'll come out to the road," Rory instructed. "No one will see you. I can't be seen with you, but this is a small town, so I'm sure you can walk it."

Then, perhaps just to catch Erin off guard, or perhaps because he found her so beautiful, he leaned in and kissed her lips with a soft, tender kiss. "You really are beautiful, you know. Men like me can easily lose their minds over someone as beautiful as you."

***

Rory waited a week before he made his move. Part of him liked making Erin sweat. Maybe she would think he'd never call. He chuckled at the thought. Fat chance of that.

He went to the "Evidence" section of the police station and plucked up a cell phone that had been confiscated from a small-time drug dealer. After being searched and all the information downloade, the phone had been wiped clean, and now there was no name or number attached to it. Rory dialed Erin's number and waited for her to answer. When at last she did, he said very simply: "Erin, this is your friend with the police. It's time to pay the price for your illegal habits."
 
Erin blushed when he told her that she would know. Of course she would; how dumb could she be? His kiss was gentle, almost sweet and caught her completely off guard. So did his words.

***

Erin waited for days, jumping each time the phone rang. And then finally, an unknown number came thru her cell. Upon answering it she recognized his voice before he recognized it was her.

She listened and then replied...

"What should I do?" She asked softly, her voice strung out with nerves.
 
"What should I do?"

Rory was quiet for a time, allowing the silence to descend like a warning. At last he spoke: "I've gotten a hotel room at the Pine Hill Hotel at the edge of town - I'm sure you know it. You will meet me there at 8:00 tonight, alone. I'm in room 312, on the third floor. You will come dressed in your most revealing outfit, something that shows off everything you have."

Another silence, as Rory let this information all sink in. "Now listen closely, Erin. I'm a police officer, and I have information on you that can ruin you. But if necessary, I can find more information that will ruin you further. So if you play any tricks with me, alert any authorities, tell those oh-so-proud parents of yours, you are finished. There's nothing that a little bag of coke planted in your locker, or some kiddie porn planted on your computer, won't fix for me. Is that clear?"
 
Erin drew in a shaky breath at his threat. She knew he wasn't messing around.

"I-I won't tell anyone" she stuttered. "I understand".

***

7:55 PM

Erin walked up the hotel stairs, trying her hardest to keep her ass covered but it was nearly impossible. She passed a group of men in the hall and blushed furiously when they made suggestive comments to her. She hurried past them to the room Rory had said. She hesitated before knocking.

When Rory opened the door he saw Erin dressed in the skimpiest and sexiest outfit she owned. The skirt was so short that anyone could see her asscheeks hanging out from the bottom, her thong didn't cover much. And if you were in the right position you could even see her cunt covered by a little scrap of silk. Her shirt was barely long enough to reach her bellybutton and dipped low to show an immense amount of cleavage that left nothing to the imagination. She had pair it all with a pair of five inch stiletto heels, and no bra. Her brown hair was curled around her face and she had applied minimal makeup.
 
Rory stared for a good thirty seconds after he opened the door. Granted, he had told Erin to wear something slutty, but he hadn't expected anything this revealing. How did a so-called "good girl" own a dress like this?

Finally he came to, and realized that prying eyes were all over this town, so he hurriedly pulled the girl in and closed the door behind her before anyone could see. "Right on time, I see," he said, looking her up and down. The barely-there dress, the breasts pushing through the thin shirt without a bra (showing off the shape of her nipples), the heels. By the time he closed the door he realized that his cock was fully hard.

"You swear to me you're not a slut, Erin, but how is it that you own a dress like this?" He reached down and cupped her firm butt. "It barely even covers your ass. Do you walk around town like this, flasing that little ass and pussy?"
 
Erin blushed deeply at Rory's words. "It was a halloween costume last year" she said softly, staring at the flood, not looking him in the eyes. The room was small and sparsely furnished, like any hotel room, but it seemed clean. Erin's pulse was racing, she didn't know what she was going to have to do. She could feel her nipples poking through the shirt, it was a bit chilly outside. Her legs trembled a bit as she stood there, just staring at the floor.
 
Erin stared down at the floor, probably trying to avoid Rory's eyes. He put his hand under her chin and gently pushed her head up, forcing her to look into his gaze.

"A Halloween costume?" he said snidely. "I really don't think you're as innocent as you pretend to be, Erin. Oh, maybe it's true that you don't have a lot of actual experience, but I think deep down you're a horny little slut. I think you love dressing up like this, having guys look at your ass. I think deep down you want them to touch you, to lick you, fuck you, use you."

Rory reached down and rubbed her erect nipples through her shirt. He loved that she took the initiative to not wear a bra.

"Now, then," he said, his tone more commanding now. "I want you to sit on that bed and spread your legs, and I want you to play with your pussy in front of me. I want you to get it good and fucking wet."
 
Erin bit her lip when he told her he really believed she was a slut. She wasn't ...was she? She was frightened to realize that she enjoyed this man's touch and the way he treated her. Did that make her a slut? She wasn't sure.

She heard his voice get harder, more intense, as he ordered her to the bed. She walked slowly over there and climbed up without a word. The skirt rode up on her hips as she got onto the bed and Rory could see her thong clearly where it (barely) covered her pussy. It was already wet, a small spot of dampness was forming there. Slowly she reached down and slid the thong down her toned legs, and spread them. Giving him a nice view of her wet pussy.
 
After pulling the thong down around her ankles and dropping it to the floor, Erin spread her sexy legs, and Rory had a perfect view of her glistening pink pussy. He had always loved the sight of a naked pussy, especially one that was shaved bare, and this was no exception: he felt himself getting even harder as he looked at the soft pink lips that shimmered with her juices.

"Mmm," he moaned, almost automatically. "Such a pretty little pussy. And I see it's already wet. What kind of girl are you, really? You're already turned on by all this. You can't deny it."

He reached for a comfortable leather chair near him and pulled it over. He sat down so that he was facing Erin, and he gazed with lecherous eyes over her body and between her legs. "Rub that little cunt for me, baby," he said. "I want to watch you make yourself cum."
 
Erin did as Rory asked. She touched a fingertip to her wet pussy and groaned immediately. She was so turned on by the man before her, she supposed she did look like a slut; but truthfully it was him that did it to her.

Her finger was immediately coated in juices when she touched herself. She slowly circled her finger around her clit, biting her lip softly, before running it along her slit and dipping it into her wet depths. She was nervous, she had never masturbated for a man before, and her hand shook a bit. Slowly she began to fuck herself with her finger. She tried to bite back the low moans that bubbled up her throat but sometimes she couldn't contain them.
 
Rory couldn't help groaning as he watched Erin finger-fuck her sopping twat. He was so wracked with lust that he was literally shaking as he watched her. He had fucked many women and done all manner of nasty things in his life, but he honestly couldn't remember the last time he had been this turned on.

Finally he couldn't take it anymore, and he jumped up off the chair and practically dove forward onto the bed. He spread Erin's toned legs a little wider and shimmied up the bed between them. Immediately he began to lash at her pussy with his tongue, slurping up her juices and running the tongue along her pink slit. He reached underneath to cup her ass as he worked over her pussy, driving his tongue not only along her lips but flicking it across her throbbing clit as well.
 
Erin cried out loud as Rory dove between her legs. His mouth was incredible as he ate her pussy. Her pussy was throbbing from desire. His tongue was lashing at her clit and her slit and it made Erin writhe around on the bed. Her hands fisted in the sheets and her back arched up off of the bed.

"Oh fuck" she cried out, her voice coming out like a whimper. His mouth was almost vicious on her pussy and it served to turn her on even more. Juices were dripping from her pussy into his mouth. One of her hands reached down to grip his head, whether to pull him closer or to push him away and stop the onslaught of feelings, she didn't know.
 
Rory knew how to work a pussy with his tongue, so he didn't need any reinforcement that he was driving Erin crazy, but her "Oh fuck" got the point across anyway. He continued to lash at her soaking cunt, alternating between her slit and clit; whenever he sucked on her clit, he would finger her at the same time for maximum effect. Soon she had climaxed (perhaps more than once - he wasn't sure), and he heard her groan with post-orgasm pleasure.

He moved his head from between her legs and gave her a mischievous grin. Then he leaned in to kiss her, pushing his tongue between her lips so she could taste her own juices. "You like how you taste, baby?" he asked softly. "I love how you taste."

Rory stood back up. "I have something for you watch, Erin. Something that I think will teach you a lot of things that you need to know." He reached into the light jacket he had brought and pulled out a DVD from an empty, transparent case. He popped it into the DVD player (he had called the hotel beforehand to make sure they had them) and moved back to Erin.

"Why don't you take your shirt off too," Rory said. It was a command but for the sake of playing nice he phrased it as a request. "But keep that little skirt on. It looks so hot on you."
 
Erin nearly screamed, her orgasm was so intense. Her body bucked on the bed, and she was unable to control it. After it was over Rory moved up and kissed her. She could taste her cum in his mouth and moaned. She did like the taste of it, and told him so. She eyed the DVD with speculation as he pulled it out. She assumed it was a porno.

His request for her to remove her shirt sounded like a demand, so she did so without hesitation. Her tits swayed free without the shirt or confines of a bra and her nipples were already achingly hard. She bit back a moan as the cool hotel room air touched them. She watched, nervously, as Rory put in the DVD
 
The DVD slid into the machine, and a few moments later the FBI warning flashed on the screen, followed immediately by the DVD menu. A bright purple screen was the background for several small boxes which showed various sexual escapades, and then the movie title popped onscreen in a childish schoolgirl font: Schoolgirl Slut, Volume 5. Then, underneath: "Starring Erin Star."

Rory grinned. It amused him that the pornstar's name was also Erin - a happy coincidence. She was also slim and blonde, and resembled this Erin quite a bit. He clicked "Play." The movie started, and its opening shot was a close-up of a bare wet pussy. The camera zoomed out to reveal Erin Star lying back on a bed, completely naked, with her legs spread. She was playing with her cunt while looking into the camera.

"Do you want to see me be a dirty girl?" Erin cooed at the camera. "Do you want to see all the nasty things I can do? Do you want to see me be a filthy whore just for you?"

Erin Star kept rubbing her shaved twat and was soon joined on the bed by a muscular guy in his late twenties. He began to run his hands all over her body, and then he unzipped his jeans and pulled out a rock-hard cock, a 9+ inch monster. Erin hurriedly jumped off the bed and onto her knees.

Rory looked at the real Erin, next to him on the bed. "From now on, Erin,you're going to emulate whatever Erin Star does on camera. That will be your payment for today. So, with that in mind, I want you to get on your knees like a good little cocksucker."
 
Erin groaned as she saw what was on the TV. It was kind of hot. She'd never watched a porno before. She watched as the girl on TV masturbated and then as the guy with the humongous cock entered the screen. Her eyes were dazed as she watched the girl take his huge cock into her hand and Erin automatically got to her knees. She helped Rory to undo his pants and pulled out his cock.

Slowly Erin stroked his cock like the girl on tv was and then leaned forward to lick him from the base to head, wrapping her tongue around him like an ice cream cone. Her small hand was gripping his base as she slid her hot mouth over his cock.
 
Rory was pleased to see just how readily Erin got to her knees and took his cock in her mouth. There was no argument, hardly even any hesitation. She just got right to it. Most of this was, he knew, because she knew of her predicament, but he liked to think that a small part of it was because she enjoyed it. Time would tell.

Onscreen, the guy with the huge dick pulled out a large dildo from under the bed and slid it between Porn-Erin's legs while she continued to blow him. Rory, on cue, reached into his jacket and pulled out a dildo of his own, purple and veined with a fat head.

"Fuck yourself with this," he whispered to Erin. "I want you to slide this in your cunt and fuck yourself while you keep sucking my cock."
 
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