Strip Search (Jenna in the Mid West, Part 2)

“Do you own a blue Ford Focus?” the cop in the doorway of the motel room asked.

Jenna looked up into his serious face, shaded by his cap. His chin was firm and peppered with dark, manly stubble.

“Was it sitting by the highway at approximately two o’clock this afternoon?” he continued.

Oh shit, she knew what was coming. How completely humiliating.

“Were you and another individual engaged in sexual conduct at the side of the road?” His jaw remained firm and serious.

“No comment,” she said, staring him straight in the eye, or at least where she thought his eyes might be.

“I have no choice than to take you to the station. Duke!” he called, “Cuffs!”

His partner peeled himself out of the car and sauntered towards them, metal handcuffs dangling from his fingers. Were all guys in this town as sexy as all hell?

“Is that really necessary,” Jenna asked.

“Yup,” said Duke as he clamped each cuff around Jenna’s wrists and read her her rights in a deep, slow voice. She could smell his aftershave, subtle and spicy. Her stomach rumbled. She was very hungry. She’d been too busy screwing Jake to think about food.

In the cop car she realised she was turned on. It was the smell of junk food and man that was getting her all hot. There was something seriously wrong with her, but there was no denying it; her panties were wet.

Duke took her arm as he pulled her out of the car and into the tiny station. He was surprisingly gentle, taking care not to pull at her cuffed hands too much. She was aware that having her arms cuffed behind her back was making her braless breasts shove forward. She could feel them bouncing slightly as she went up the steps.

No one else was on duty; it was just her and Duke and Mr. Friendly. They made her sign some form.

“Jenna Adams,” Mr. Friendly read out, “San Francisco.” He looked her up and down and she could have sworn his eyes rested briefly on her tits. “What you doing in these parts?”

“No comment,” she said, thrusting her chin in the air.

“She’s a stubborn one,” said Duke grinning.

Now they were in a bright room she could see how cute he was. He had short brown hair and green eyes and dimples. His uniform fitted snuggly round a nicely fit body. First impressions hadn’t been wrong.

They led her into a cell and taking her cuffs off, Duke gently pushed her down onto the cot. She looked up at them both. It was an interesting view. Their black clad crotches loomed above her, enhanced by heavy belts. She licked her lips, she just couldn’t help herself.

“Hey, we forgot something,” Mr. Friendly said to Duke.

Jenna held her breath.

“Strip search,” said Duke with a grin.

“Yeh,” Mr. Friendly’s deep voice rumbled, “Stand up, Miss Adams.”

Jenna stood up on wobbly legs.

“Turn around. Put your hands on the wall,” he continued.

She did as he asked, hardly daring to breathe, moisture gathering between her legs. How could it be a strip search when she still had her clothes on?

A hot hand suddenly pushed itself under her T-shirt and up her smooth back. “No bra,” Mr. Friendly said.

“Thought so,” said Duke from across the room.

The hand was joined by its mate and they both moved round to cup a breast each. She could feel his hot breath against her neck. He ran his fingertips across her tight nipples and then licked her neck. She groaned.

“Do ya like that?” he whispered, and she pressed against his hands.

“Hey Steve,” said Duke, “You need to search all over.”

Oh God, yes please, thought Jenna.

Steve’s firm hands moved to the front of her pants and undid the buttons, one by one. His lips slightly grazed her ass as he slowly pulled her pants down over her hips and down her thighs. She heard him sigh as his fingers hooked into her lacy panties and he slowly pulled them down too. There was silence for a moment and Jenna squirmed with anticipation, her ass exposed to the gaze of two men under bright strip lights.

“Nice,” Duke whistled under his breath.

And at last she felt Steve’s hot hands grasp her ass and pull apart her cheeks, and almost shot in the air when an even hotter tongue flicked inside her. He had to hold her still as he sucked and licked, and when he pushed two fingers inside her she very nearly came then and there, but managed to hold it off, not wanting to completely humiliate herself. He withdrew his tongue and hands and grasping hold of her waist spun her round. He had taken his cap off and at last she could see his face. He was ruggedly handsome, older than Duke, with even features and a sensual mouth that was currently slick with her juices. He kissed her sloppily, shoving his tongue inside her mouth and she grabbed hold of his hard cock still safely inside his police issue trousers.

The same couldn’t be said for Duke who was slumped against the far wall, cock in hand.

"Do ya want me to fuck ya?" Steve said into her neck as she kneaded his hard bulge.

“Oh yes!” she cried, trying to locate his zipper.

He reached down and swiftly undid his belt. It crashed onto the floor. Then he undid the zipper and pushed his trousers and underpants down in one swift move. Hs cock was thick and it stood at attention at a forty-five degree angle, ready for action. He grabbed Jenna and pulled her onto him. She eagerly wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck and he lifted her onto his rock hard cock. Its head nudged her wet pussy lips as she sank down, feeling it push into her, stretching her. She threw her head back and Steve yelled,

“Holy shit!" as he pushed up into her, ass tightening. Grabbing her soft cheeks, he dragged her onto his straining dick, sliding her up and down. Jenna watched Duke over his shoulder. She watched his fist pumping his own cock, fingers tightly circling the shaft, glistening head appearing and reappearing, as he stared back at her, eyes glazed, and she bounced up and down on Steve’s much larger member, his fingers grasping her ass even tighter, his loud moans in her ear. Soon the friction was just too much for her and she came in spasms crying out into Steve’s thick neck, just as Duke shot his load over the linoleum floor. Steve was still going, four more thrusts and he yelled, “Fuuuuck, I’m coming!” and pumped his hot seed inside her.

“Did ya like that?” he asked.

“No comment,” Jenna replied, collapsed on the cot, totally exhausted.