And so, I begin the last part of today's assignment: Writing it all down.
I switch on my computer and recall today's events. I'm still excited, my cock raw and swollen inside my pants.
Every detail, Heinrich always says – and I know what kind of details he means. Apparently, he keeps the records of our exploits and reads them back from time to time. I wonder: Does he masturbate to them?
God knows I might.
Once again, Heinrich had chosen both the place and the object of his desire: A young waitress at a local diner. Both he and Patrick had checked in on the place several times to figure out a plan.
They settled on today at 11 PM – the waitress would be working, and the morning rush would be over, allowing us to work in relative quiet. Not that anyone usually dared intervene, once we were at it.
Heinrich drove up outside my house at 10:30. Patrick the cop was already in the backseat, in his police uniform, grinning manically. Of course, Heinrich was his usual quiet and sombre self.
I got in next to Patrick, who shook my hand.
"I hear it's a blonde again this time," he said. "You do like them blonde, don't you, Heinrich?"
Heinrich just nodded slowly, and we drove off.
The diner was a truck stop just a few miles outside the town. There were only a few cars outside. As we pulled in to the car park, Heinrich turned to us and said:
"Let's get going. I'm so horny, I can't wait."
We got out of the car, and Patrick gave a mock salute:
"Anything you say, sir."
He checked his belt for handcuffs and nightstick. Then he adjusted his cap and his tie. I followed the two of them into the diner.
The place was almost empty. There were only two other customers. One was a well-dressed woman in her forties wearing a big hat and sunglasses – she was reading a book and sipping a coke. The other was a little white-haired elderly man drinking coffee.
We sat down at a table near the window – and after a few minutes, I had my first glimpse of the waitress.
She was young and blonde, pretty in an innocent way – and quite petite. With Heinrich being six foot five, there is something slightly twisted about his taste for small, frail-looking girls. I almost squirmed in my seat at the thought of the fate that was in store for her.
But of course, it also turned me on. I felt my cock slowly swelling in my pants.
The waitress poured the old man another cup of coffee, then came over to our table.
"Hello", she said, flashing a charming smile.
And looking at Patrick, she added: "And hello to you, officer. What can I do for you three gentlemen?"
Heinrich just sat there, calmly looking her over.
As usual, Patrick broke the silence.
"Well, you see, miss. I'm actually here on police business. Can you step a little closer?"
"Sure," the waitress said and bent over the table towards him.
Patrick grabbed her right wrist – I grabbed the left – and together we pulled her towards us. She fell on to the table, face down. Then Patrick and I turned her over on her back, pinning her wrists to the tabletop.
The waitress struggled and kicked helplessly.
"Wait! No!" she screamed.
The woman and the elderly man turned their heads to look at our table. The manager came from the kitchen and stood in the middle of the room, hesitating. Holding the girl's wrist down with one hand, Patrick flashed his police badge with the other.
"Police business!" he shouted. "Nobody move!"
The manager swiftly disappeared into the kitchen. Patrick bent down over the waitress and whispered:
"And that goes for you, too, miss."
"What... ?" she sobbed. "What are you going to do to me?"
"Well, what do you think?"
Swiftly, he lifted up her short skirt and slipped his hand inside her panties.
"No!" she gasped.
I could see Patrick's hand was already moving rhythmically, massaging the waitress' clit – masturbating her. I grabbed both her wrists, pinning her down, while he went to work on her.
She squirmed, moaning. I could tell Patrick had pushed one or two fingers into her pussy and was now thrusting them in and out of her. Grinning, he slipped them out of her slit, sucked the juices off them and pushed them back in again.
"Oh God..."she whispered.
Patrick took out his handcuffs and threw them to me. I quickly handcuffed the waitress. She stared at me, eyes wide open, while Patrick resumed fucking her with his fingers.
I bent over her and unbuttoned her shirt. Her breasts weren't huge, but still quite big for a girl her size – and beautifully shaped. I grabbed one breast with each hand, kneading them hard. Then I sucked greedily at her right nipple. I bit hard into it, making her squeal.
I put my mouth on her left breast instead, sucking hard - and then bit down again.
Patrick's hand was still thrusting rhythmically between her legs. But finally, he took the time to pull off her panties, giving all of us our first glimpse of her pussy. It was beautiful: Neatly trimmed, her soft pink labia glistening with juice.
"You know, miss," Patrick said softly, "it's for your own good. We're going to have to teach you a lesson."
He pulled out his nightstick and placed the tip on the waitress' clit. She stared at it, confused. But of course, Patrick's is no ordinary nightstick – it has been specially adapted for our use.
Patrick found the switch and turned it on, making the nightstick vibrate with a loud buzzing noise. The girl struggled on the tabletop, pulling at the handcuffs, making them jingle.
"Nooo!" she cried.
Grinning, Patrick pushed the buzzing rubber device in between her labia, letting it penetrate her flesh. As he pulled it out slightly, it glistened from her juices. Then he pushed it back in – and out – and in. The waitress squirmed on the tabletop.
"Stop it, " she gasped, "stop it."
All the while Heinrich had sat silently on his chair, watching.
"Make her come," he said calmly.
Nodding, Patrick redoubled his efforts – thrusting the buzzing nightstick in and out of the girl's pussy.
I looked over at the other guests. The well-dressed woman was watching. Her right hand had disappeared under the table, and I saw her right arm moving in a well-known rhythm. She was masturbating. Apparently, the sight of us abusing the waitress turned her on so much, she had to touch herself.
And what about the old man? He wasn't staring quite as obviously, but he, too, seemed to have his hand under the table, probably stroking his old, wizened cock.
I loved it. It was as if the whole diner was in heat.
The waitress squirmed on the table, the vibrating nightstick driving her nearer and nearer to orgasm. I grabbed her shoulders, holding her down. Patrick's eyes glowed with lust, as he drove the rubber toy in and out of her slippery pussy.
"Come on," he urged. "Don't fight it."
And finally, she couldn't hold back any longer. Arching her back, the waitress let out a scream of ecstasy.
She thrashed about in her climax – I had to use force to keep her from falling off the table. She had her mouth wide open, gasping for breath, her face radiant from her climax. I find that women are at their most beautiful in the throes of orgasm – and watching the waitress come, I felt my cock growing long and hard inside my pants.
Patrick pulled the nightstick from her pussy and put it to her lips.
"Lick it," he said. "Taste your own juice."
The waitress closed her eyes, and obediently licked her own liquids from the glistening rod.
I unbuckled my belt and zipped down my fly. My erect cock stood out, twitching with excitement.
"Okay," I said. "I'm ready for her now."
Looking at my cock, the waitress gasped and pulled at the handcuffs, making them jingle. Patrick moved away, letting me assume the position between her legs.
I squatted down to taste her pussy. Placing my mouth on her labia, I pushed my tongue deep into her crevice.
"Ohhh..." she whispered.
I started thrusting my tongue in and out of her succulent pussy – fucking her with it, tasting the sweet spiciness of her love juice. She moaned with pleasure. I turned my head from side to side between her legs, exploring every inch of her flesh with my fat tongue. Then I grabbed my cock with my fist and began masturbating.
"C'mon," Patrick said. "Give her your cock now. Fuck her!"
I stood up, my stiff cock pointing almost straight up.
"Spread your legs," I said. "Spread them wide."
I looked around the diner. The well-dressed woman looked flushed. She was breathing harder, her hands massaging her clit in a fast, relentless rhythm. The elderly man, too, was obviously masturbating, but slowly, intently – his eyes fixed on the waitress' pussy. Good to see they were enjoying the show.
Heinrich still just sat there, watching, his face an inscrutable mask.
I looked the waitress in the eyes as I grabbed my cock, forcing it down towards her pussy. I slipped the thick, swollen head inside, held it still for a second, then moved slightly in and out, in and out.
"Mmm," she purred.
I grabbed her hips and plunged full force into her pussy, burying the entire shaft inside her slippery flesh.
"Aaah!" she cried.
"Yeah!" Patrick said. "Like that! Again!"
I pulled my cock almost all the way out, froze for a few seconds, then thrust it back in as hard as before.
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