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    “Whatever you want to do, teacup,” I heard Cash say behind me, voice neutral. “I wanna keep fucking you.” I felt him begin to pump slowly into me again and my eyes rolled back into my head in pleasure. I felt the cop’s hand gently guiding my head down to his cock, and I instinctually opened my mouth and began sucking the head.
     
    His dick was much smaller than Cash’s and I had no problem fitting it into my mouth; behind me, Cash was staring to fuck me harder and had grabbed my hips through the bars. I moaned against the cop’s dick as I bobbed up and down on it, licking it and sucking it quickly. I looked up at the cop through my eyelashes and saw him staring down at me.
     
    “You’re a good little cocksucker, aren’t you,” he murmured, increasing his grip on my head, pushing me down further so he could thrust more of his skinny dick into my throat. I didn’t care; all I could feel was Cash’s huge cock slamming into my pussy, bringing me closer and closer to climax with each thrust. The cop was starting to push my head even harder now. I could feel the cold metal bars of the cell in my hands and against my ass as I pressed my body against them, wanting Cash’s cock deeper inside me.
     
    “You’re gonna swallow every last drop, and you’re gonna love it, little biker whore,” I heard the cop grunting from above my head. He grabbed my head harder, but instead of pushing it down again he pulled it away. “Aren’t you?”
     
    “Yes, Sir, please let me suck your cock more, I want to taste your cum in my throat,” I pleaded, only half faking. “I need your hot cum, Sir.” He pushed my head back onto his cock and began thrusting into my throat forcefully. Behind me. I could feel Cash’s fingers digging into my hips as he fucked me harder and harder, pulling me against the bars, closer to his cock, reaching me deeper and deeper each time.
     
    I felt myself starting to climax as Cash sped up even more, pumping his cock in and out of me like a piston while I kept sucking the cock’s dick. The sensation of having the cop’s dick in my throat while Cash pounded my slit from behind was surprisingly hot and I found myself sucking eagerly as my orgasm rose, relishing the taste and the feeling of being stuffed in two holes.
     
    The cop grabbed my head once more and shoved me far down onto his cock, deep throating me, and as I felt the hot gobs of cum begin to hit my throat, I also felt Cash slam into me, hard, and his dick erupted, shooting stream after stream of cum into my pussy.
     
    The taste and sensation of two men filling me with their cum at one time drove me other the edge and I shook against the bars of the cell, my pussy milking Cash’s dick as he came and my throat massaging the cop’s dick; my legs shook and nearly gave out from the powerful orgasm that sent waves of electric pleasure to every nerve in my body. I felt the cop pull out and swallowed the last of his semen; he had an anxious, uncomfortable look on his face as he zipped up his pants.
     
    “One more minute,” he said, stuttering slightly. Then, he turned abruptly and left the corridor, leaving me alone with Cash. I leaned against the bars one more time, relishing the feeling of Cash’s dick still inside me. Then I sighed, stood up straight, and turned back to him. As I dressed, I tried to keep eye contact.
     
    “Are you sure everything is going to be okay?” I asked, all of my worries and fears returning.
     
    “Everything is going to be fine, teacup. Trust me. I promise,” Cash said, reaching out and stroking my chin. I believed him. I had to. I didn’t have any choice but to believe him.
     
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    As I left the corridor, I stopped in one of the restrooms that were in the hallway and cleaned myself up a little. In my short shorts, and lacking panties, I didn’t want to get anyone in trouble by leaking cum on my wait out. When I walked out into the main office, I noticed that no one else was there,