The Erotic Adventures of Stephanie Plum #5: Snake Charming By DeannaTroi This is a work of fiction and contains material of a sexual nature that should only be read by someone over the age of 18. All characters involved in sexual situations are 18 or over. Stephanie Plum and other characters in this story are the property of Janet Evanovich. All feedback can be sent to: troi@hotmail.com * My name is Stephanie Plum and I'm a Bond Enforcement Agent or sometimes called a Bounty Hunter. Lately, I've become something of a slut. It kind of started when I discovered a new way to make apprehensions using sex. Once you've blown or fucked someone, it's a lot easier to get them to go with you to the police station to get rebonded, though in some cases they remain in jail until their trial since even my cousin Vinnie who runs the bail bonds office I work for isn't stupid enough to bond them out twice. My latest slut adventure had been at the request of my former mentor and sometimes lover Carlos Manoso or Ranger as he goes by. I had stopped by the RangeMan building and he had induced me to first strip on the security camera for his crew and then get gang banged by a dozen guys as a reward for their hard work. [Note: See 'A Merry Ending' for details if you want more.] I made a rather sticky and drippy walk back to the elevator after entertaining all those guys for hours only to find my clothes that I had left in the elevator were missing. So, stark naked I pressed the button for the seventh floor where Ranger's private apartment was, expecting to be able to reclaim my missing clothes there. It was, therefore, rather embarrassing when the elevator doors opened and Ella stood there. Ella is one half of the husband and wife team who manage the building for Ranger. Ella who I would guess is around forty handles all Ranger's shopping, cleaning and cooking for him and the team. "Hi Stephanie," said Ella with a smile as she took in my cum covered body and the jizz still leaking from my pussy and ass. "Ranger said you would need some help cleaning up, so he sent me." I started reflexively to try and cover my boobs and pussy with my hands and decided there wasn't much point, for all I knew Ella had watched the whole gang bang go down on a nice large flat screen courtesy of Ranger. "That's nice of him and good of you," I said as calmly as I could and gestured at my naked body, "I think I need a shower or a bath." "I've already got the bath drawn and the bubbles added," replied Ella as she turned and led me into Ranger's large private bath. I sank gratefully into the hot, bubbly water in the large tub and looked up to see Ella holding a large, soft bath sponge and a bar of soap. What the hell, I thought and just closed my eyes and let myself relax while Ella bent over the tub and began to clean the dried on cum from my body. It certainly felt good when she soaped up my tits and spent several minutes gently rubbing them with the sponge. When she was done with them, they gleamed and my nipples were rock hard. It felt even better after doing my stomach, when she went lower down between my legs and gently rubbed my pussy with that heavenly sponge, cleaning it good. After that, she did my legs and feet, before having me turn over to do my back and ass. Then Ella shampooed my naturally curly, brown hair to remove the cum crusting it. I kept my eyes closed through all of this and after Ella had rinsed the shampoo from my hair, there was a pause and I cracked open my eyes to see what was going on. What I saw was a naked Ella climbing into the tub with me. "My clothes got so soaked," she said with another smile, "that I decided this was the best way to help finish cleaning you up for Ranger." I arched an eyebrow at this, but didn't object as despite having a few years on me, Ella was a very good looking woman and in very good shape, no doubt from making use of the gym and other exercise equipment on one of the floors of the building. Her excuse might have been more believable if she still had the sponge in her hand and if she didn't press her body down on top of mine and kiss me. Lesbian sex was fairly new to me, but I was beginning to really enjoy it and my lips parted to let her tongue into my mouth and that kiss went on for some time with her warm, wet body pressed into mine before Ella finally broke it. ""I want you to eat me out Stephanie," husked Ella, who moved to sit on the edge of the tub with her legs spread wide and dangling in the water. "Sure thing," I said with a shrug as I figured the wonderful cleaning job she had done deserved a reward. I moved my head between her thighs where I found a neatly trimmed dark bush and a delicious looking pussy. I heard Ella gasp with pleasure when my tongue made contact with her pussy lips and then a louder one when I found her clit. "Oh god, that feels good Steph, keep going, god, keep going please." I hadn't planned on stopping and even if I had, Ella's hold on my head pulling me in closer to her pussy precluded that. I spent the next ten minutes lapping at her pussy and clit as her moans became louder and louder until I was rewarded with a blast of her girl juices over my face and into my mouth. "You taste delicious," I told Ella truthfully, licking my lips to get the last drops of her juices. "And you have one talented mouth," gasped Ella as she fumbled around to find her sponge and clean my face off. "Dry yourself off and go to his bedroom. Ranger is waiting for you and I can clean up in here," Ella said looking at the water we had splashed onto the floor in our lovemaking. * I was wearing only a towel when I walked into the bedroom and found Ranger in bed under the sheets waiting for me. "Thanks for sending Ella to help clean me up," I said as I approached the bed. "I guess you don't like sloppy seconds." "Babe, you were well past sloppy seconds and into the high double digits," replied Ranger with that small upturn to his lips that is a smile for him. "Now, lose the towel." "Yes sir," I said and saluted before dropping the towel to stand there naked in front of him. "You clean up not bad," acknowledged Ranger as he pulled back the sheets and invited me to join him under them which I did with alacrity. As I had suspected Ranger was naked under the sheets and I cuddled up tight against him feeling the warmth of his body and luxuriating in his smell which is always intoxicating. My hand instinctively went down and closed over his semi-hard cock and gave it a gentle squeeze. I've had a lot of people, mostly women, ask me how big Ranger's cock is, but I will never tell, other than to say it is the perfect size. Let them imagine what is perfect according to them and of course Ranger knows just how to use that perfect tool of his to give a woman maximum pleasure. "Babe," said Ranger with his usual economy of words that requires some interpretation as to its meaning. In this case, it clearly meant ‘suck my cock' and I squirmed down under the sheets and between Ranger's legs to do just that. I enveloped his cock between my lips and began to give it a grade A workover with my tongue and lips while gently stroking his balls. Like every part of his body, Ranger has perfect control over his cock and it's rare I can make him cum unless he wants to. That meant after a good ten minutes of pleasuring his cock with my mouth, Ranger was just warming up for the main event. "What's your preference for a position?" I asked, letting his cock slip from mylips and lying mostly on top of him and drooling a bit as I looked into his eyes. "I hear Morelli is out of town at some cop convention for a week," replied Ranger, which wasn't an answer to my question. "That's right," I said puzzled by his response. "Good, then put this on," said Ranger reaching onto the bedside table and picking up an object there that I hadn't noticed. Of course though, when I have a chance to see Ranger's perfect caramel colored body naked, I wouldn't have noticed King Kong climbing up the side of the building even if he was fighting Godzilla. I took the object which turned out to be a leather collar with the word ‘Bitch' on it in metal studs. "I want you to wear that until Morelli comes back," said Ranger. "Maybe even after that." I gulped and put the collar around my neck. "Does this also indicate the position you want me to take? I asked Ranger nodded, "Can you bark for me bitch?" he asked. "Woof woof,," I said getting on my hands and knees on the bed and presenting my ass to Ranger. "Oh you can do better than that babe," said Ranger giving my ass a hard slap. I felt a little self-conscious, but I threw back my head and gave not a bad howl if I say so myself. "Much better," commented Ranger as he moved behind me and I felt his cock throbbing with heat and power as it rubbed over my pussy lips. Then I felt Ranger's hands grab my hips and begin to slide his cock into me and I howled again. The thing about sex with Ranger is that he could be both rough and thoughtful at the same time. As it progressed, Ranger would start thrusting in and out faster and harder, reaching down to grab and squeeze my breasts as he did so, but he somehow always made sure his cock slid over my clit and g-spot to make sure I was getting as much pleasure as he was. As a result, it was always a close thing as to which of us would climax first. Today, I won that particular race and felt my juices squirting over his cock as it pounded into me. "Babe," Ranger murmured in my ear when he felt my liquid warmth on his cock and only a few seconds later, he began blasting his warm, thick load into my pussy. Sometimes when he did that, I felt a little regret that I was on the pill as the thought of carrying Ranger's baby gave me goosebumps, but then sanity returned. I just couldn't envision Ranger changing diapers and getting up at all hours of the night to try and rock a crying baby back to sleep. ?To be honest, I had trouble imagining myself doing those things either. Another thing about sex with Ranger is that it isn't over after the first go around. Ranger was not the type to simply shoot his load and immediately fall asleep, no he was just getting started. When Ranger pulled his cock out of my pussy, he moved to offer it to my lips and I eagerly swallowed it down, tasting his cum and my juices mixed together on it in the ultimate cocktail, if you will pardon the unintended pun. Much of the time, this cleaning would lead to Ranger's second load being deposited down my throat and straight into my stomach. Oddly enough, that always made me a little sad thinking of all the little potential Rangers slithering to their doom instead of the promised land of my eggs. Today, however, Ranger didn't let the cleaning go that far and once more got behind me, but this time chose a different hole as his target. Anal with Ranger is just as good as taking it in your pussy. I always found myself pushing my hips back to meet his thrusts as the sound of his balls smacking into me echoed around the room. Ranger leaned down and found my clit with his fingers and rubbed it as he continued to drive his cock in and out. To me, it was always amazing that he could do both as I could never master rubbing my stomach and patting my head at the same time. This time Ranger won the race, if indeed he thought of it at all that way as I felt his spunk filling my ass a good three seconds before I reached the promised land for the second time. We called it quits after that one, though I think it was more Ranger being considerate of me than he was at all tired. He knew I had given my all to try and satisfy the merry men and that I needed rest. I also needed hydration, but after answering a discreet knock on the bedroom door, I found a tray Ella had left with bottles of water, some sliced fruit and vegetables plus one chocolate dip donut. Of Ella herself, there was no sign. "I'll arm wrestle you for the donut," I told Ranger as I brought the tray back to his bed. "I prefer to keep my arm attached to my body," replied Ranger with one of his small smiles that you had to know him well to even detect. "Smart man," I said and bit into the donut. * I ended up spending the night at Ranger's apartment and I would like to say that I woke him up in the morning by sucking on his morning wood, but I'm simply not a morning person. Ranger is and he rolled out of bed at five which woke me up and I looked up at him briefly for a few seconds. "Sorry, you are on your own," I mumbled and closed my eyes. I heard him murmur "babe" and then I was asleep again. When I woke up for the second time a few hours later, Ranger was gone and the bed felt lonely. I took a shower and used some of his Bulgari body wash to help me remember him for the rest of the day. When I came out of the shower, I found Ella leaving a tray on the dining room table with orange juice, coffee, bacon and eggs. I started to say something, but she put a finger to my lips to shush me, then gave me a brief kiss and was gone. I ate the breakfast she had made me with gusto as the memory of the chocolate dip donut was long gone and then got dressed. Ella had of course washed and returned my missing clothes from the elevator and they were neatly laid out on a chair next to the bed that I had taken off to shower. I was about to leave the bedroom when I saw the collar Ranger had given me and hesitated. It wasn't the kind of thing I had ever contemplated wearing, but then I had done a lot of things recently I hadn't previously contemplated. I put it on and headed for the elevator where I turned to the camera and flashed my boobs for anyone who was on duty as a farewell and thank-you. I hurried home and fed Rex and gave him fresh water before heading for the bonds office on Hamilton Avenue. Connie held up a Boston Cream as I came in the door, but I shook my head. "Thanks, but I had a big breakfast at Ranger's." Lulu looked up from the Enquirer she was reading on the sofa at this disclosure. "You spent the whole night I suppose fucking tall, dark and handsome?" she asked. "Something like that," I agreed as I didn't want to share all my slutty behavior with the Merry Men and Ella. I mean, how does one bring up the fact that you had a wonderful time the night before being gang banged by a dozen men? I didn't think any of the guys would blab it around, both out of respect for me and fear of Ranger. The only danger might come from Tank talking in his sleep if he connected with Lulu again. "That collar is quite a fashion statement," noted Connie as she put the Boston Cream back in the box and looked a little disappointed that she hadn't been able to extort a little sex out of me for it this time. "It was a gift from Ranger," I replied as I began to reconsider my refusal of the Boston Cream. "Morelli ain't going to like it," noted Lulu. "Oh, I don't know," said Connie. "He's got Bob, so he has a leash he could attach to it if he wants to get a bit kinky." "Now that I would like to see," smirked Lulu. "Are there any new FTA's?" I asked Connie to change the subject and the images running through my mind. "My rent is coming due and I could use the money." "Well, I've got good news for you there," replied Connie, taking a folder out of her desk drawer. "On the other hand, it might also be bad news. Do you remember me talking on the phone with Python Adams the other day?" "Um, the serial rapist you were joking with while I ate you out?" I asked. "The very same," replied Connie as she cut her eyes to the donut box hopefully. "I'm still full," I lied. "What about Python? By the way, that can't be his real name." "No, his real name is Edgar," said Connie consulting the information in the folder. "Which maybe explains a few things," Said Lulu. "I read an article in Psychology Today that said the wrong name can sometimes trigger psychotic behavior." I gave Lulu a doubtful look. "Well, ok, it might have been a post on Twitter or X or whatever it is called this week." "Back to Python, I assume the bad news is he missed his court date and so I have to go chase down another serial rapist?" I asked Connie. "Well, it's the big bonds that pay for your rent," pointed out Connie, "but that isn't the bad news. The bad news is the message he phoned in half an hour ago." "Something about how nice the weather is in Mexico?" I asked Connie hopefully. "No, he's still in Trenton," replied Connie as she took a piece of paper from the folder that looked like the kind she used to record messages on. He said, "Tell Stephanie that I will be waiting for her in my apartment and that she should wear something real sexy. Dress up like a prostitute for me." "I don't think I have anything in my wardrobe that would work for that," I replied. "Good thing you have a friend who used to be a ho," said Lulu standing up. "I can outfit you in a few minutes, so you look like a real professional. Of course my stuff won't fit you as good as it does me, but I suspect old Python isn't going to leave it on long enough for that to really matter." Lulu is a plus size woman who squeezes her body into a petite size, so I really wouldn't have a problem fitting into anything in her wardrobe, it just wouldn't be quite so tight on me. "I can hardly wait," I said as I took the folder and snatched the Boston Cream from the box while Connie was distracted, and bolted for the door with Lulu right behind me. "You owe me an orgasm for that Boston Cream," Connie shouted after me. Lulu rents a couple of rooms in a so-so neighborhood and sleeps on the couch as her entire bedroom is given over to her wardrobe, including several racks of the clothes she wore as a former ho. "What do you think about a pink dress?" asked Lulu when we reached her place and were rummaging through the available choices. "That would be ok," I agreed, "but the thing you are holding up looks like two pink hankies sewn together." "This here dress was a real money maker for me," replied Lulu, looking a little nostalgic. "This dress and me had some good times, mind you the dress spent most of the time on motel room floors, but it was there." "I suppose, I could give it a try," I said doubtfully and pulled off my t-shirt and jeans before reaching for the dress, though undress was a better description. "Uh-uh," said Lulu with a shake of her head. "You can't wear that moth eaten bra and those granny panties with this dress. This is a real working woman's dress and you need to accessorize it properly. For starters, no bra allowed and I got a thong the very same shade of pink. If you give me a few seconds, I think I can even find the shoes to go with it." Lulu rummaged in a drawer and gave me a few pieces of string that could in the right light be considered a thong. I had never been real body conscious undressing before other women, but now I was very aware of Lulu staring and licking her lips as I took off my bra and panties to stand there naked in front of her. "If we didn't have old Python waiting to ravish you, I think I would be jumping your bones right about now," said Lulu. "We don't know for sure he wants to ravish me," I protested as I put on the panties and didn't feel any more dressed than with them off. "Of course he wants to ravish your white ass girl," said Lulu. "It's a stereotype, but most stereotypes have some truth in them and in this case Python can't wait to get a cute white girl like you in his bed, or on his kitchen table, or bent over his sofa or …." "I get the picture," I assured Lulu as I slipped the dress on over my head. It was about as bad as I figured, just barely covering my ass and pussy and so low cut, any sudden movement would pop a boob. "Fits you almost perfectly," said Lulu with a critical eye. "Of course, you don't have my boobs, but who does? I really think you should reconsider having that boob job. A couple more cup sizes on you would look hot." "Definitely not," I snapped and examined the dress again. "Let's go get this over with and hope I don't get stopped for soliciting, just by wearing this outfit." "Don't forget the shoes," said Lulu opening a closet and handing me a pair of bright pink six inch spiked heels. "The outfit isn't complete without the shoes. They just shout ‘fuck me' don't you think?" "You know Imelda Marcos called the office the other day and wants her shoe collection back," I told Lulu as I gazed at the hundreds of pairs in the closet. * The address Python had given Connie was on Stark Street, not the worst part of Stark, but then there really was no good part either. I didn't bother locking my current POS car when I parked in front of the address. As far as I was concerned, anyone who was stupid enough to steal it, deserved it. "Hey Mama, you look flaming hot in that dress," said a man lounging against the wall of the building next door. "I got a twenty, how about you and your mouth join me in the alley over there?" "Maybe later," I told him, "I've got an appointment I have to keep." "Oh, you that Bounty Hunter that old Python says he is nailing today," grinned the man. "I should go commit some crime and miss my court date, so I can get an in person house call from a fine ho like you." "You know, I'm starting to reconsider this new approach to making apprehensions," I muttered to Lulu as we went into Python's building. "It might be a little late for that," remarked Lulu. "You are getting a reputation already among the criminal elite." "I don't think Python qualifies as elite," I replied looking around the dirty lobby and at the broken elevator as we headed for the stairs to the third floor where his apartment was. "Come on in, it ain't locked!" yelled a voice when I knocked on the door of 302. When Lulu and I stepped inside, we were just in time to see a man at the window tossing an overstuffed garbage bag out the window into the alley. "Hey you look real hot," said Python looking at me. "I'm real glad you could make it. I've been doing some cleaning up to get ready for you." I looked around the apartment and saw that it would take a couple more garbage bags full to really make a dent in cleaning up, but it was the thought that counted, or so they say. "You know I'm here to take you down to the police station, because you missed your court date," I told Python. He was a big African-American and wasn't too far behind Tank in size, with a buzz cut. He was wearing jeans with a hole in one knee and a shirt that said Cereal Rapist" over a picture of a box of corn flakes. I doubt it was a design authorized by Kelloggs. "Yep, I know that," agreed Python. "I just want the same deal you gave Sam." By that, he meant Samuel Jackson, not THAT Samuel Jackson, who had first suggested my new strategy for bringing in skips, which was to offer them a fuck to come along quietly. Python looked from me to Lulu and raised an eyebrow. "Do I get a two for one?" he asked hopefully. No way," said Lulu, "I'm out of that business. I'm just here to observe." "That's cool with me," replied Python with a shrug. "I've always enjoyed having an audience when I work." "You're a serial rapist," I pointed out. "Yeah, but that still draws an audience," smirked Python. "That's kind of sick," I replied. "Yeah and a bit unfair, since I figure they are just as bad as I am for watching and doing nothing, but it's only me that gets into trouble," replied Python. "My heart bleeds for you," I told Python and sighed. "Well, let's get this over with. After you fuck me, you promise to come along quietly?" "I swear on my mother's grave," said Python making a sign of the cross. I wasn't sure god would be too impressed with his method of promising, considering his crimes and what he wanted to do with me, but I heard he or she is the forgiving type. With a huge smile of anticipation, Python undid his belt and let his pants drop to the floor. He wasn't wearing any underwear. * "I don't understand," said Python ten minutes later. "This has never happened to me before." Python's snake so far had turned out to be more of an earthworm and one that was hiding in its hole and not wanting to come out to play either. I had popped my boobs out of the low cut dress to try and encourage it and even Lulu had obliged and done the same, but it hadn't helped. I had tried giving it a rub, but that only seemed to make it shrink even more. "I think I know what the problem is," said Lulu after a while. "When was the last time you had a woman that you didn't rape?" she asked Python. The large man screwed up his face in thought. "Hmm, well there is the seven women I'm charged with that the cops know about and at least fourteen more they don't. I think it has been nearly a year." "That's about what I thought," said Lulu. "You need the excitement of a rape to get your little guy excited." "That's pretty sick!" exclaimed Python, looking shocked. "Well, I kept my end of the bargain and it's not my fault you can't do it," I pointed out. "So, let's run you down to the police station." "No, I ain't going unless I get a fuck," yelled Python. I looked down at his willie and I swear it shrank some more just by me looking at it. "It's not my fault," I repeated. "And I'm not going anywhere unless I get to fuck your brains out," sulked Python. "I have an idea," suggested Lulu and we both looked at her. "He can't get it up unless his guy thinks he is raping someone, so you two need to make it look like a rape. You know a little bit of role playing." "What exactly have you got in mind?" I asked Lulu. "Well, that's simple enough," replied Lulu, "you got to start screaming and run out and let him chase you down." "You know, that might work," said Python, "I felt a little tingle when she was describing that." I rolled my eyes. I thought it was a dumb idea, but I didn't have a better one and I didn't think we had a chance of getting Python to come along with us unless he got his rocks off. I didn't think I was much of an actress, but I decided to give it my best shot. "Stay away from me!" I screamed at Python and made a run for the door. Python actually looked startled at my screaming, but I caught a glimpse of a smile before I went out the door and headed for the stairs. "You know, I think it's working," he yelled after me. "Yah, it is, hey come back here bitch, I got something big and hard I want to show you." I knew I was acting, but Python's voice had changed to something rather nasty and mean with that last sentence and I wasn't so sure he remembered we were role playing. I could hear him on the stairs behind me and I tried to speed up out of sheer instinct and somehow made it to the bottom without losing a shoe or breaking an ankle in the damn things. When I burst out the front door of the building, I could feel Python close behind me and I made a run for my car. All of a sudden, the role playing seemed all too real and I decided to get the hell out of there. Python caught my arm just as I reached my car and spun me around to face him. "Got you bitch," he roared and with his free hand reached out and ripped the pink dress off my body with one yank. If You recall, I wasn't wearing a bra, so I found myself in the middle of Stark Street in just panties and heels. "Nice tits," said Python as he pinned me against the driver side door and took one of my breasts in each large hand and squeezed them. "We're just supposed to be role playing, you aren't supposed to actually rape me," I tried to remind Python and as I glanced down, I could see the snake was back in full erection. "It comes down to the same thing doesn't it," grinned Python, "which is you getting your brains fucked out. I mean it looks like your friend was right and I need the excitement of the chase and watching you squirm and look terrified for me to get it up. I know that's pretty sick, but right now I don't give a fuck." I didn't think pointing out that sexual role playing normally didn't play out in the middle of the street would have any effect on Python, so I didn't bother as he yanked me to the front of the car and ripped off my thong. He then pushed me onto my back on the hood of the car and pulled my legs apart. I looked around wildly and saw a crowd gathering to watch with no one offering to help. I guess Python had been right about people liking to watch him work. I looked at the building and saw Lulu watching from an upper floor window. She waved at me as I lay spread eagled naked on the front of the car and took a picture with her phone. I was about to yell something up at her like to call Ranger or the cops, but my attention was diverted by Python pulling down his pants and this time, it was a snake that popped out and gave me the one eyed stare. "Oh yeah bitch, I'm back," yelled Python and slinging my legs over his shoulder, he stepped forward and rammed his cock home into my cunt with one savage thrust. I screamed and it wasn't play acting as his monster cock split my pussy open wide and drove a good six or seven inches inside me. Python took a deep breath, and as I stared down at my impaled pussy, he pulled back and thrust forward even harder and this time got the full ten inches inside me. "Oh fuck that feels good," moaned Python. "You got one hot, tight little pussy there white girl." I wasn't sure just how tight it was going to be after taking his monster cock, but that was going to have to be a worry for a later date. At the moment, all I was worried about was surviving Python's assault. The metal of the hood was still warm under my bare ass as Python pulled his cock back once more so only the head remained inside of me and then he drove forward again pushing his entire length inside me. "Oh yeah, I am definitely back," crowed Python as he got into the rhythm of things, driving his entire cock into me over and over again and starting to pick up speed. He drove all the way inside me again and then bent down and kissed me, forcing his tongue into my mouth while the audience cheered. "God damn, those are nice titties," he said breaking the kiss and pausing to play with my boobs for a while before going back to his thrusting. "Fuck, her pussy is just milking my cock," he yelled for the entire street to hear, "and I'm going to bust a load into her cunt any time now." Python did exactly that a half dozen car jolting thrusts later as he gave a loud moan and held his cock deep inside me as he came. Apparently rape not only got him hard, it helped increase his output as I could feel my pussy being flooded with his semen. When Python pulled out, some of his cum dribbled out my pussy and puddled on the hood of the car and I swear it started to make the paint bubble, but I only had a second or two to look at it before Python flipped me over onto my stomach and moved his still hard cock to my ass. "Hey, you can't do that!" I yelled at him, but of course the son of a bitch wasn't listening to me at this point. "Sure I can," Python said and spreading my ass cheeks apart, he proceeded to ram his slimy cock up my ass. I guess I must have screamed pretty loud, because I heard someone say "For fucks sake, will someone put something in her mouth to stop all that noise!" Someone did, though I never found out who as another cock slid between my lips and muffled my screams, though I rather suspected it was the guy who had originally accosted me on the way into Python's building and saw a way to save twenty bucks. Python and the anonymous face fucker then went to work and my body was slammed back and forth between them while out of the corner of my eyes, I could see at least half a dozen other men with their cocks in their hands jerking off to the show in front of them. At some point, I think I kind of lost it as I sort of remember starting to get into the whole thing and really began to work the cock in my mouth over with my tongue and lips while pushing my hips back into Python's thrusts. The end result came a few minutes later when I suddenly had a mouthful of sticky, warm goo and felt a similar blast shooting into my ass. Both Python and the guy doing my mouth were panting hard at this point and kept their cocks inside me for a while until they recovered and then slowly pulled them out. I lay there exhausted for a few seconds after they withdrew and then a patter of warm rain started to hit me, only I realized it wasn't rain. I turned over onto my back again and saw seven or eight guys stroking their cocks as they came on me. Cum hit me in the face, boobs, stomach and pussy as they tried to paint every inch of my skin they could. I didn't think it was going to end there as these guys were still hard and I could tell they had designs on my pussy, or any other opening they could get to, but surprisingly Python pushed them back. "Hey, I didn't say you could cum on my bitch. She and I had a deal. If you want her, then you are going to have to negotiate one with her." Turning back to me, Python offered me a hand and with a sucking noise pulled me off the hood of my car. "Sorry, I got carried away a bit with the roleplay," he said. "A deal is a deal and you did your end, so you can cuff me and take me down to the police station now." "I don't think I need cuffs," I said as I got up and opened the back door of the car for him to get in. Lulu bustled up at this point and grabbed a blanket from the car and wrapped it around me since I hadn't foreseen the need to bring any more clothes with me. I gave the crowd a little wave and they cheered as I got in the car and drove to the police station. "You know, I think I am going to have to get me a therapist while I'm in jail to help me with my erection issue," said Python from the back seat. "Therapy is free in there I hear," said Lulu. "That's a pretty good deal cause I know my shrink charges me two hundred an hour. That's even more than the woman who does my horoscope charges." I got Python to the police station and some rather odd looks from the officers at my blanket toga. Just great, I thought as I bet Morelli would hear about this within five minutes. The most awkward part came though when a woman from victim services hurried up to me with concern written all over her face. "Oh you poor dear, that must have been a very traumatic experience. If you will come with me, I can get you all set up with counselling and information on other resources for things like PTSD. We have an advocacy program where a lawyer will be with you every step of the way in the court proceedings to try and minimize the trauma." I stared at the woman blankly for several seconds, trying to understand what she was saying. I finally waived my body receipt at her for bringing Python in. "Don't worry about me Glenda," I said looking at her name tag. "I had to work at it to get him to rape me and I got my money for it. I'm fine with that." Her mouth was hanging open and she just stared at me as I walked out of the police station back to my car and drove home to clean up. The End