Readers: If this is your first introduction to Miranda may I suggest you begin with chapter one. She is having one hell of a time! To those following Miranda's adventure, I hope you will enjoy the Big Game as much as I did writing it.

Thank-you for your support and votes ... YOGAKAY ... xoxoxxo

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Chapter 4

The Big Game

Miranda sat in her blue truck and watched the sun begin to rise over North Austin. The blonde parole officer felt different. Miranda had never been with a woman before and Detective Jennifer Lyons hadn't cared. Miranda still had the taste and scent of Detective Lyons in her mouth and on her body. The older woman had wanted Miranda and hadn't been above using a little coercion to get her way. Miranda knew she should be upset but she just wasn't. Miranda was a little shocked at how alive her petite body had felt when Detective Lyons touched her. Savoring the flavor of the beautiful detective in her mouth, Miranda started her Silverado pick-up truck and began her short drive to her newly-rented townhome.

Opening the front door, Miranda looked around her small two bedroom townhouse. It had been over two months since Miranda had moved to the Texas Capitol and boxes of books still remained stacked in the corner of the small living space. Piles of unpacked books covered the old hardwood floors. An avid reader since she was a child, Miranda had more books than space to put them. The older woman's apartment had inspired Miranda. The graceful beauty and clutter free surfaces of Detective Lyons' apartment had made the blonde parole officer's new home seem neglected.

Quickly slipping into black and white polka dot flannel pants and a black tee, Miranda settled by a pile of books and began sorting through them. Her progress halted. Three books about sex addiction sat mocking her. She felt judged. Immediately Miranda's mood soured.

The night before she had spent the evening learning how to please a woman. The sex had been mind-blowing and now Miranda muttered resentfully, "I'm expected to feel guilty?"

"Fuck that!" Without any additional thought, Miranda carried the three self-help books to the cylinder trashcan by the pantry door. With an exaggerated brushing of her hands she turned her back on the previously studied books. No more was she going to beat herself up. The blonde loved to be fucked and there wasn't a twelve-step program in the world that was going to change that. The truth was Miranda thought, "if I hadn't been so sexually deprived before the Christmas party, I wouldn't have lost control." And if Miranda hadn't lost control of her sexual desires she wouldn't have been caught pleasuring two Lubbock County deputies at the sheriff's holiday party.

That poor "decision" had been discovered and now Miranda had to do what she was told. That wasn't really a problem. Miranda loved to please and so far all the young parole officer wanted was for more sexual demands to be made.

The move to Austin was supposed to be a new start for the blonde officer. But no sooner than Miranda had arrived in the Capital she had been confronted with her secret. The Round Rock police officer had made it clear in the text he sent. If Miranda wanted her reputation protected she would need to be available when Officer Trent called.

After spending the day transforming her townhouse into a home, Miranda settled onto her second hand brown leather sofa. It hadn't been twenty-four hours since she had learned how to eat pussy and Miranda was already feeling restless. She knew the signs. A rapid heartbeat, shallow breathing and an ache between her legs meant one thing and one thing only. She needed to be fucked and until she was very little else would enter her mind. Taking a deep breath, Miranda reminded herself to calm down. This too would pass. She just needed to find something else to focus on. Glancing over to her phone she realized just how disappointed she was. Not one message had come in all day from the people who had laid claim to her body. The more she tried not to think about sex, the more the thoughts of entwined nude bodies plagued her. Why couldn't she like to quilt like her sisters?

While her two older sisters had hung with their mom learning domestic skills, Miranda had run wild playing with the neighborhood boys. Now the two older ones were happily married in the suburbs and here she was on a Sunday night hoping the phone would ring. Some things just never changed.

She wanted to get dressed up and head downtown. Music venues blanketed the college town and they always teemed with young University of Texas students. She shouldn't have any problem getting laid. Internally shaking herself she reached for the drawer of toys in the wooden side table. It was going to be a long night for the young woman.

Monday morning came and Miranda was in worse shape. Despite the orgasms she had given herself throughout the long night her body ached. A burning that made no sense occupied all of her thoughts as she tried to concentrate on the file before her. Eduardo Ramon Santiago was a badass and had just been released from prison after a ten year sentence. Violent crimes checkered the forty year old man's past and Miranda wasn't excited about the impending home visit.

This would be the first time Miranda visited the newly released man and she didn't know what to expect. With resignation she stood. She might as well get it over with. As Miranda exited her office, her boss, Rex stopped her in the doorway. Startled Miranda stumbled. Before she could fall Rex's strong brown arm encircled her waist and caught her. Immediately released, Miranda jumped back. Heat covered her chest and face and Miranda cringed. She knew she was blushing.

Trying to speak she looked up into her boss's deep brown eyes. Heat flared in Miranda as she noticed just how handsome her boss really was. Her eyes must have changed as she was looking up because all of a sudden the energy around the two intensified. Both Miranda and Rex took a step back. Flustered, Miranda inquired if there was a problem. Equally uncertain of what had just happened, Rex shook his head no and walked away. Miranda stood and watched his retreat. She had never noticed what a tight ass her black boss had.

Over an hour is what it took Miranda to drive what should have taken only twenty minutes. The traffic in the state capital was terrible everyday but distracted Miranda had missed her turn. That was why now the frustrated parole officer was over thirty minutes late for a scheduled home visit. The parolee was only required to wait ten minutes and she hoped Eduardo hadn't taken advantage of the situation. She didn't need the aggravation.

Stepping out of her blue Silverado she took stock of the home she was about to enter. Located in deep East Austin the white one story residence was charming in a slightly worn out way. The house could use a fresh coat of paint but the yard was pristine. Pansies filled cracked pots and bloomed in the temperate winter. Succulents grew wild in the front yard and the back was filled with live oaks. A statue of the Virgin Mary stood in a small garden to the left of the tall porch and greeted all those who visited. It was painfully obvious this house belonged to someone who cared.

Steeling herself, Miranda lifted the old-time door knocker and let it fall. Nothing. After a few moments, she tried again. Nothing. Eduardo was considered high risk and she would have to return now at the soonest possible moment. With disgust obvious on her pretty face, Miranda dug through her satchel for pen and paper. A noise behind her made her gasp and feeling foolish the blonde parole officer turned around.

Standing too close for comfort was her parolee, Eduardo. The smile across his angular face confirmed he was enjoying her discomfort.

"You startled me." Her voice was much calmer than she felt. Already agitated, Miranda didn't need anyone crowding her personal space. Especially a parolee who looked like he belonged on a Spanish soap opera. "You're late." The voice was low and fit the man it belonged to. Eduardo was a visual delight. Thick curly dark brown hair and dark green eyes contrasted beautifully against his dark naturally tanned skin. The gym in prison had sculpted his body into long lean muscles. Muscles that now stretched the plain blue pullover he wore tucked into loose jeans.

With a start, Miranda realized she had been staring. This was terrible. It was hard enough being a tiny woman doing a big job. She didn't need to let any lines get blurred. Putting her most serious face on, she apologized for her late arrival. Casually she stepped back. It wouldn't do for Eduardo to know what effect he was having on his horny parole officer.

The meeting followed normal lines and future appointments were made. Though nothing had ever been said that would be considered inappropriate, the energy between the two had been real and they had both known it. It was a much relieved woman who finally left the Fourth Street home without getting naked.

Back home, Miranda thought she was going to scream. Every man and to be honest a few of the women she had encountered throughout the day had captured her attention. Pacing she groaned inwardly. She didn't need a meeting. She needed fucking and a battery operated toy just wasn't going to reach the itch deep inside her. As she made another loop through her galley style kitchen she heard her phone chirp.

Almost tripping over her own feet Miranda lunged for her brown satchel. Heart racing she read the message.

Big game this Sunday

You're the hostess

Dress appropriately for

your new position.

... Go Cowboys!

I'll text you the address

The game is at three

You need to be there

a half hour early.

:-)

The only thing in the text that worried Miranda was the "dress appropriately." She'd never been to a gang bang before.

The rest of the week was excruciating for Miranda. Close proximity with men was guaranteed in law enforcement and the horny parole officer felt like a pinball bouncing back and forth between tempting opportunities. From the District Attorney's office to the county jail she battled against her body's demands. She loved fucking and she accepted that. It was the fucking up that she wanted to avoid. So she kept her thoughts quiet and her body covered as she went about her work.

Clothing was proving to be a challenge for the twenty-eight year old. It started with trying to get something "special" for the upcoming game. Googling lingerie in Austin had given her several options. Fascinations located off Interstate 35 catered to strippers and others in the sex industry. So while doing home visits in the industrial area, Miranda had slipped into the erotic store. She prayed no one saw her truck in the parking lot.

How many outfits Miranda tried on was impossible to keep track of. A chubby but very sexy young woman worked extra hard that afternoon. Every article of clothing Miranda tried on was quickly met with disapproval. The petite blonde wasn't used to the image she saw in the dressing room mirror. Gone was any evidence of a parole officer as she stared at herself in the latest "dress" the saleswoman had brought to the curtained dressing room.

Black leather barely cleared her ass in the corseted get-up she finally chose. Breathing was difficult. Muscles had bulged in the sales woman's arms as she had pulled the laces crisscrossing the back of the black dress tighter and tighter. Miranda's normally large breasts were squeezed together and threatened to spill forth. Her small waist had been constricted further and made her ass and tits stand out even more. Black stockings and four inch heels that weren't designed for walking completed her outfit. The petite blonde had never looked hotter and her slutty bad girl appearance only encouraged the fire raging inside.

Her "hostess" outfit selected, Miranda decided to try on a couple of the "regular" shirts. These blouses were unlike the ones she had sported since graduating from Texas Tech. Fitted, slightly sheer and bold in color the shirts made Miranda feel beautiful. She was tired of always looking a little frumpy and on an impulse had bought three in varying colors. The new clothes and heavier make-up hadn't gone unnoticed by either coworker or client. Interested looks had begun following the blonde parole officer everywhere she went.

Tempted over and over again, the horny woman kept her head down and her mouth shut. Panties soaked she pretended not to notice the offers coming her way. Not many were fooled. The woman literally bristled with constrained sexuality. If it hadn't been for the upcoming football party she knew "being good" would have proved even more difficult.

Saturday night came and Miranda sat staring into the night. Never had excitement built higher. Not knowing what to expect only made the anticipation more excruciating. Fantasies of giving herself to a group of men kept Miranda awake. The images of being passed around kept the frustrated woman's hands between her legs. No matter how many orgasms she gave herself Miranda's body wouldn't be satisfied. Only a cock could reach the itch that was tormenting her day and night. On Sunday morning the sound of her coffee pot turning on woke Miranda. Somewhere around two that morning the woman's mind had finally quietened and she had slipped into much needed slumber.

The smell of brewing coffee brought her out of her bedroom. Pouring herself a cup of French roast she stepped out onto her back patio. She didn't need to start getting ready for hours. Time came and went as Miranda kept checking the clock on her phone. Minutes seemed to take hours as anticipation became all consuming. Trying to keep busy proved pointless. She couldn't concentrate on the folders she had brought home from work and the townhouse wasn't in need of any deep cleaning. She considered going to the gym. That idea was quickly rejected. She needed to reserve her energy.

Finally the morning passed and it was one o'clock. Normally, it never took Miranda over twenty minutes to prepare herself for any occasion, but today was special. She wanted everything perfect. Grabbing a can of bubbly water from her bare refrigerator she headed to her master bedroom. Smoothing her blue coverlet, she placed her new leather corset dress, black stockings, hot pink thong and jewelry on the bed. A thrill shot through Miranda as she studied what she planned to wear.

Steam filled the small bathroom as the blonde shaved, scrubbed and soaped her petite frame. As her hands exfoliated the tender skin on her breasts she imagined strangers pawing her flesh. Soaping her mound she admired the dark blonde landing strip leading the way to her most sensitive spot. Continuing to imagine the mouths, hands and cocks of strangers, Miranda completed her shower. Coconut oil was warmed by hand and massaged into every inch of Miranda as she continued preparing her body for the big game. Taking a little extra oil, she inserted one red tipped finger into her rectum and moisturized the inside of her narrow passage. "It didn't hurt to be ready," she thought as tingling accompanied her ministrations.

Her body and mind transformed as she zipped the black leather corset in place. A miniature hourglass on display is how she appeared in the outfit made for fucking. A pleased smile crossed Miranda's face as she applied heavy make-up around her eyes. She liked the way looking slutty felt. By two o'clock the young parole officer resembled a high class prostitute and as unnatural desire rose in Miranda she thought she might explode. A full length black tweed coat hid the truth underneath, and vibrating with expectation Miranda headed to the warehouse in Cedar Park.

Pulling into the commonplace storage facility on a bright sunny Sunday was beyond surreal. Families milled around open units that only held "stuff." There was nothing evident suggesting what else the facility was used for. Briefly she imagined all of the construction inside being done under a cloak of darkness. How many of these places existed in suburban America? No way to know. Glancing at the other numbered doors Miranda shivered. What secrets did they hide? Unit 207 was clearly marked on the white door waiting for Miranda. Uncertainty came unannounced as she slowly approached the door. What had she agreed to do? Her footsteps stopped of their own accord. The corseted woman in heels didn't even know how many men to expect. Before she could decide what to do, the door opened. Impossibly tall, Damien stood there looming over her.

"Welcome," as he motioned for her to enter the expression on the bald police officer's face made it clear Damien was ready to play. "Come on in, please." Hazel eyes leered as she hesitated. But feeling as if a force unseen was pulling her, Miranda stepped into the entryway. The door was immediately pulled closed and with the sound of the lock catching Miranda shivered. Completely isolated, she felt vulnerable in the small faux office.

"Let me take your coat, we need to get you ready before the guys arrive."

Shyness assaulted the young woman. The black corset dress had seemed perfect when she had bought it at Fascinations but now it felt uncomfortable and over the top. Heat flared in Miranda's chest and face as she allowed the big man to slip her tweed coat off of her shoulders. What had she been thinking?

"Fuck, you look amazing. Turn around." Goosebumps appeared as Miranda turned slowly for the police officer. Stroking his dark goatee, Damien inspected the scantily clad woman. Her self-consciousness was apparent in the way she held herself and Damien felt himself tighten. The game couldn't start soon enough.

Pointing to the small desk Damien instructed Miranda to sit. The small wooden desk held three items: a phone leading to nowhere, a pen holder full of pens, and a Cosmopolitan magazine. The stage had been set.

"When the guys get here, you welcome them, take their coats and show them into the inner room ... it's your job to do as you're told, happily ... think of every man here as a boss you're trying to impress ... oh, and don't forget to offer the guys a drink ... after everyone is seated, you stand by the couch next to the bed and wait for instructions, any questions, Babe?" Feelings of power rose in Damien as he spoke. The more nervous she appeared the more excited he got.

Oh, Miranda was nervous but that wasn't all she was. A sopping wet pussy and hardened nipples told the truth. The more the aggressive man spoke, the more aroused she became.

"How will I know when the last person arrives?"

"I'll tell you when you show them in, don't worry, there won't be more men than a woman like you couldn't handle. Babe, you're a pro and the boys are excited." Leaning over, the policeman ran one long finger over the swell of Miranda's breasts. "Mmm, get ready." With one look back Damien entered the playroom and left the new hostess alone. Miranda didn't have time to reconsider her actions. As soon as the inner door closed behind Damien, the front door began to open. It wasn't anyone she had seen before. Of average height, the Hispanic man split into a grin when he saw Miranda sitting behind the desk.

Heart pounding and feeling a little shaky, Miranda stood. "Welcome, I'm Miranda; I'll be your hostess this afternoon."

"I'm Victor and I couldn't be happier to meet you." Victor wasn't lying. There wasn't anything that grabbed his attention like a big breasted blonde. If the blonde happened to be tiny, well that was just gravy.

Victor's naturally tanned hand grasped Miranda's and he pulled her forward. Stumbling on heels she wasn't used to Miranda fell into Victor's arms. Looking up into his warm brown eyes, she smiled. Black wavy hair pulled back into a ponytail highlighted his angular features and his body felt slim and strong.
Stepping back, Miranda laughed awkwardly. "Sorry, I can be a klutz. Here let me take your jacket." As the blue jacket slipped off Victor's arms, lean muscles covered in tattoos were revealed. His smile was endearing but the markings on his arms said he could be a whole lot more. "Please follow me."

Stepping forward, Miranda opened the door to the inner sanctum. The giant television on the opposing wall was alive with images of football. Damien lounged on the yellow leather couch to the right.

"Dude, you've outdone yourself." Victor high-fived the other man and took a seat next to him. Exchanging grins, the two looked like boys waiting for an amusement park to open.

"May I get you something to drink?" Miranda felt a little silly listening to herself. Her body on the other hand was enjoying it very much. Her hot pink panties felt drenched under the two men's stares. Lust mixed with nervousness in her green eyes as Miranda struggled not to squirm.

"We've got it, go back outside and wait for the other guys−I don't think they'll be late." Leering Damien added, "You're going to be real popular."

Feeling a little awkward and a lot turned on, the parole officer tottered off in her "bad girl" shoes. Taking a seat at the small desk, Miranda hugged herself. The collision of emotions inside her were too much and she squealed quietly to herself. Any second thoughts she had, she buried. Having fantasized about being taken by one man after another for years, there was no way this horny young woman was going to just walk away.

A knock on the door brought Miranda to attention. Standing, she fluffed her hair and headed to the door. It felt like a birthday party where every door revealed another prize. Two men with military haircuts stood smiling in the doorway. The taller of the two was red headed with blue eyes and a boyish face. The other, Hispanic. Both men wore Army sweatshirts and both broke into smiles when they saw who opened the door.

"Welcome, please come in." Miranda's voice was low and if you really listened there was a slight tremor under her words. She felt ready to explode as the men entered the door she held open for them. Pausing by the inner door she introduced herself.

"I'm Miranda, I'll be taking care of you two today."

"Hey, I'm Jason, I'm happy to meet you too." The slim built red headed Army reservist held on to Miranda's hand as he continued, "You are exquisite," and kissing her hand the thirty something man winked at her.

"I'm David and you truly are unbelievable." The second man was stocky and covered in bulging muscles. He looked like he could break a person in two. Dark brown eyes never left hers as he too lifted her small hand and kissed the inside of her wrist.

Miranda felt drunk. She hadn't had any alcohol but being in the presence of so many alpha males was making it hard to think. Her insides were on fire and she longed to be taken. David and Jason followed the blonde into the inner chamber. As she walked in front of them she made sure to let her amply curved ass sway. Stepping into the room the men greeted the other two.

Hands were shaken and laughs exchanged as the four spoke. Miranda stood by the door uncertain. Looking over, Damien told her to fetch everyone a beer. As Miranda stepped to the other side of the room the two new guests sat on the vacant couch that formed the letter L with the occupied couch.

Four Dos Equis beers were pulled from the mini fridge and opened. Placing them on the black tray atop the fridge, Miranda carried them to the leather couches. All four were watching the Cowboys play on the giant television. One by one she handed out the beers. The last was handed to Damien. The bald man thanked her and squeezed her ass briefly. Before turning back to the television he told Miranda she could take her place. Everyone had arrived. Almost flustered by her body's demands the blonde momentarily froze. Before she could catch herself, Damien pointed to the bed next to the couch on the opposing wall.

As if she had no mind of her own she went and stood by the bed. Seconds turned into minutes and the minutes started piling up as Miranda became more and more frustrated. Being silent wasn't easy and neither was standing around like a slut on display. Why were they torturing her?

"Babe, come here." Damien wiggled his finger and smiled at her encouragingly. Slowly Miranda approached the large policemen. Hazel eyes devoured her as she neared and a rush of desire almost made Miranda moan out loud ..., "Yes."

That was all it took and Damien couldn't wait anymore. "I need some help with this wood, now come be a good girl and make Daddy feel good." His words were wrong and they sent a thrill shooting through Miranda. As Damien released his thick cock from his faded jeans, Miranda slid to her knees. In a black leather corseted mini, the blonde offered her lipsticked mouth.

"That's a good girl." Lifting her slanted green eyes Miranda smiled as his wide girth pushed its way into her mouth. The taste of him hit her taste buds and the horny woman moaned. "You really are a good girl," said as Damien stroked her blonde hair. To the background sound of NFL football Miranda began pleasing the police officer.

Moisture began to creep down Miranda's slender thigh as she pumped Damien's wide girth with one hand and tickled his balls with the other. The smell of the police officer was musky and masculine and enveloped Miranda. Groaning she began to suck with enthusiasm. Damien tried to continue watching the game but the blonde knew what she was doing. Soon Damien forgot about anything other than the warm mouth and tongue lavishing him with attention.

Taking Miranda's blonde head in both hands, the bald man began to set the rhythm. In and out of her throat he plunged. His thick veiny cock stretched Miranda's lips and filled her throat as she gagged around him. Balls constricting and cock straining, Damien began to make guttural sounds as the need for relief became all consuming. Saliva running from her mouth and with tears in her eyes Miranda softened her throat. The bald police officer thrust rapidly in and out of the young woman's face as she gagged and struggled for breath. Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore, Damien cried out.

The sounds of pleasure brought all the other men's attention away from the large screen television. As the three men watched, Damien arched his back. Rope after rope of thick creamy cum hit Miranda's throat. Choking Miranda hungrily swallowed everything she possibly could. With a shudder, Damien released the blonde woman's head. Gasping for air and coughing, Miranda looked around the room.

Four sets of eyes were watching her. Sitting back on her black heels, the corseted woman licked a small drop of cum from the corner of her mouth and smiled contentedly. Miranda loved the feel of a cock ravishing her throat and she especially loved hearing the cries of the men she made cum. A pass was completed on the television and the men turned back to it and erupted in cheers. The parole officer wasn't sure what was expected next.

"Little Mama, another beer, please." Victor held out his empty bottle and his sharp features softened into a wide sexy grin. Standing, Miranda took his empty and headed to the mini fridge. Another beer gotten and opened she returned to the yellow couch where the handsome Hispanic man sat lounging. Dressed in loose faded jeans and a blue flannel top, the undercover cop had quit watching the game. Now he was only interested in the blonde.

Placing the frosty bottle on a plain wooden end table Victor took Miranda's red tipped hand into his naturally tanned one and pulled. Startled, Miranda stumbled and was yanked into the handsome man's lap. Laughing low, Victor wrapped his tattooed arms around the tiny woman and squeezed. "Sit here, little Mama, I want to play with you."

Wriggling into his lap, Miranda sat sideways with legs slightly spread and large pale breasts squeezed and lifted for attention. With his strong muscled arm supporting her Victor returned his attention to the television. Miranda didn't want to be ignored. Squirming slightly she pressed down on the large bulge beneath her. Still watching the game on television, Victor laughed and told the sexually agitated woman to be patient. Miranda was not used to being made to wait and what had felt like need grew in leaps and bounds. Aching deep inside, Miranda complied.

Soon Victor's tanned hand started to move. Light strokes on her pale thighs left goosebumps in their wake. Miranda was dying. She needed fucking and she needed it now. Making tiny mewing sounds she spread her legs further. Slowly, Victor's finger traced a trail up her inner thigh. Whimpering, Miranda shifted her ample hips.

The agony of expectation surged in Miranda as she felt the Hispanic officer's hand reach her hot pink thong. Taking just one finger, he lifted the pink lace. His finger continued its exploration and with exquisite slowness he wriggled his one finger into her hot folds. Soon another finger joined the first. With ease Victor slipped two fingers deep inside Miranda's sopping wet pussy. Immediately she moaned.

Still watching television Victor moved his fingers in and out of the horny blonde. Miranda couldn't take much more. Thrusting her hips slightly she met Victor's hand. Miranda inhaled as she pressed her face into Victor's neck. Removing his hand, the undercover officer brought his wet slick fingers to the blondes pink lips. Hungrily Miranda suckled the intrusion. Salty and sweet, Miranda's juices excited her as she thought of the pussy she had so recently enjoyed. Chuckling, Victor turned his attention back to the young woman in his lap.

Taking the zipper that ran down the front of Miranda's black leather dress, Victor pulled. Miranda's large pale breasts spilled out as her body was released from constraint. Sitting up Miranda helped Victor remove the dress. Now only in a hot pink thong, the blonde wriggled some more. Strong darkly tanned hands began to massage the woman's tender flesh.

Victor's mouth captured Miranda's and as his tongue invaded hers retreated. Kisses deep and passionate consumed the young parole officer as Victor's demanding hands twisted and pulled on her engorged nipples. Like a personal plaything, Miranda allowed the officer to move her as he willed. Grasping her slender waist, Victor placed Miranda facing him with one of her muscular legs on each side of his lap. Now it was her voluptuous breasts that received all of his attention.

Grabbing both of her magnificent breasts, Victor began to feast. First one then then the other was suckled roughly into his warm mouth. Small yips and squeals joined the sound of the big game in the hidden room as Miranda's breasts were chewed and bitten. Beginning to feel crazed she grabbed Victor's thick black ponytail and pulled him closer.

Now grinding her sopping wet pussy into the hard bulge beneath her, Miranda whimpered and began whispering for Victor to fuck her. His wiry strength and handsome face ignited the woman now rubbing her mound up and down his crotch. She wanted him in her and she wanted him now. Her voice rose as her eagerness accelerated. No one was watching the game anymore. All eyes were on the overexcited woman.

"Mama, get those panties off." Growled Victor as he lifted her to her feet. Placing one thumb on each side of her hot pink thong Miranda started teasing the room of men leering at her. Four sets of fevered eyes met her lust filled green ones as she slowly began to slide the lace thong down her amply curved hips. Stopping halfway, Miranda turned around and shook her ass at the undercover cop as she bent over and pulled her panties off.

The air in the room became charged as Victor unzipped his loosely fitted jeans and slipped out of them. With a thick six inches screaming to be serviced, Victor yanked Miranda backwards and told her to touch the floor. Bent at the waist, Miranda submitted to his demand. All of what waited between her legs was revealed to Victor as he cupped her muscular ass. Squeezing hard enough to make the bent woman yelp he spread Miranda's pale cheeks.

Her musky sweet aroma enveloped the officer and he struck. Angular faced pressed between her cheeks his tongue darted into her dripping folds. Hot wetness met his seeking tongue and Miranda trembled. Victor couldn't believe how wonderful the submissive woman tasted and he lapped hungrily. Wrapping one arm around her hips, his strong fingers sought her most sensitive spot. Miranda moaned loudly as his darkly tanned hand pressed down on her throbbing clit.

Circle after circle he rolled her rigid nub as his tongue continued to move deeper. Only sensation remained as the aroused woman became dizzier and dizzier. A slap on her ass was her cue to get on all fours. Tension gripping his balls Victor crawled behind her and lined up his unusually thick brown cock with her gaping pussy. Shoving back, Miranda went down on her forearms and impaled herself on the undercover cop's wide girth.

"Oh ... Yes, fuck me!" Miranda continued to beg for more as she felt her tender flesh stretching to accommodate Victor. Tight slick muscles gripped the invading erection as the officer began to pound her harder and harder. Never had Victor felt a tighter and wetter pussy. Thrusting balls deep he continued his search for satisfaction.

Miranda's ample cheeks bounced as Victor repeatedly slammed into the moaning woman. Each thrust brought what the blonde woman craved. Arching her pale hips back further she joyfully received the battering the Hispanic cop was delivering. In the sex scented room, all that remained for Miranda was the man laying claim to her pussy. She didn't even hear the other men cheer. It was time for their special halftime show.

"Take that dick, Mama ... take that dick ... take that dick..." over and over again Victor chanted with eyes glazed. He too was unaware halftime had been called. As the other three men watched, the undercover cop grabbed a fistful of Miranda's now tangled blonde hair. Head snatched back, Miranda cried out as her eyes took in her audience. The pleasure of being watched overcame her and as Victor began to tense she screamed for him to pound harder.

In rapid succession the Hispanic officer slammed into the blonde's swollen flesh. Out of her mind with pleasure, Miranda's words continued to flow as Victor unloaded deep inside her. Victor released the hair in his hand and shuddering withdrew his still rigid member slick with juice. Wrapping one tattooed arm around Miranda's small waist, he yanked her back and kissed her on the cheek. "Fabulous ... that was fucking fabulous ... thank you." The young parole officer didn't have time to respond before the other men spoke.

"It's halftime."

"Showtime!"

"My turn."

Pulling the blonde to her feet as he stood, Victor again kissed Miranda on the cheek. Cum trickled down Miranda's lean thigh as she stood nude waiting for direction. She didn't have long to wait. Smiling and with a chuckle, Victor slapped Miranda's pale behind and told her to get on the bed. Not moving quick enough earned the young woman two more firm slaps on her bouncy cheeks as Victor encouraged her towards the mattress covered in dark linens. As Miranda crawled smiling onto the queen-sized bed, the remaining men stripped. Four hard cocks began moving towards the petite parole officer. Never had Miranda seen a more beautiful sight.

First, Jason joined Miranda. Leaning against the wall, the very young Army reservist took a seat. His cock was magnificent. Close to ten inches stood tall and waiting. The thin red head was packing a weapon and Miranda couldn't believe her good luck. Crawling over to Jason, she immediately began suckling the dark pink head straining to meet her lips. Smacking sounds entered the small room as Miranda lavished attention on Jason. Choking and gagging she impaled her throat around the young red head. She couldn't take all of him no matter how hard she tried. The wiry cop and Army reservist gasped as Miranda attempted to swallow him whole.

David, the other Army reservist from Camp Mabry couldn't watch one moment more. Crawling onto the bed behind the gagging woman the stocky Hispanic man grasped both of her pale cheeks and squeezed. Miranda squealed in delight as she felt her cheeks being spread far apart. As the blonde continued sucking the massive pink erection in front of her, David leaned forward. First, he inhaled the scent of her well-used femininity. Sounds more animal than human came from David as he stared at the woman's most private recesses. Shiny swollen lips oozed cum and her tightest of openings winked at him. David was an ass man and Miranda's freshly opened ass was exactly what he dreamed of.

Next, David began to lick at the inviting backdoor calling to him. Circling the small opening with his tongue he relished the sounds of delight coming from Miranda. The rush of electrical pulses David was sending through Miranda were more than the young parole officer could handle. Pausing in her work, she wiggled back. "Oh my God," thought Miranda "why ... why does something so wrong feel so good?" She didn't want David to ever stop licking her.

"Climb up on his cock, come on Baby." Slapping her already pink cheeks, David urged Miranda to mount the tall red head. With a foot on each side of the thin reservist, Miranda allowed David to lower her onto Jason's huge erection. Releasing her weight, Miranda sat. Her slippery cum filled pussy embraced Jason's cock as she landed on pale knees. Without missing a beat, Jason grabbed Miranda by the waist and lifted her. Muscular pale arms barely flexed on the young cop as he repeatedly lifted and lowered the moaning woman.

"Scoot down ... I want in." David's voice sounded like a growl.

As if they had done this before, Jason scooted down until he was lying flat. Pulling Miranda forward onto his chest, Jason continued thrusting as he now held each of Miranda's ass cheeks for his partner. David grabbed a bottle of lube that sat waiting on the bedside table and squeezed some into his large naturally tanned hand. Taking one long finger he began to massage the sticky substance into the blonde's rectum. As David inserted his finger into Miranda, she instantly understood what he had planned.

Panic hit Miranda. This was something she didn't want to do. Watching videos of women being doubly penetrated had always horrified the parole officer. No matter how much ecstasy the women in the videos appeared to be having, Miranda still thought the act looked brutal. No way could any woman really enjoy having something so unnatural done to them. She was absolutely convinced the female porn stars were just acting and she had felt sympathy for them. Now here she was, with one giant erection in her pussy and a finger spreading lube into her rectum.

One finger turned to two as David continued enlarging the tender opening. As his long fingers slid into Miranda he could feel Jason's cock thrusting deep inside.

"I'm not sure ... I've never done this before ... it scares me."

Jason stifled her concerns with a passionate kiss. Damien and Victor stood watching with erections in hand as they watched their friends ready the woman for double penetration. Trembling coursed through Miranda as she felt David insert a third finger into her rectum. Watching his three thick fingers sliding in and out of her delicate opening brought a groan from the heavy built man. Straddling his young partner's legs, David moved behind the pinned woman. His dark brown cock was average in length but his width was noteworthy. Miranda had no idea what was headed her way as she felt David's cockhead nudging into her narrowest of all passages.

Whimpering softly with cheeks held open by Jason, Miranda struggled to relax. "How could this be happening," she wondered as David gently thrust. The first pop made the blonde parole officer scream in protest. Immediately David stopped moving and allowed Miranda to adjust. It wasn't easy for the Army reservist. Everything in him screamed with the need to plunge.
"Sssshhhh, it's okay ... you're going to love this."

"It hurts, I don't want to."

"Oh Baby, your ass was made to fuck, I'll be gentle." And he was. Inch by inch David worked his veiny erection into Miranda's stretched opening. With small sounds of submission Miranda allowed herself to be completely filled. Never had she felt more vulnerable or more used. The emotions it provoked were darkly erotic and Miranda began to respond. Feeling the tension leave Miranda's body, David began to stroke slowly in and out of the sore flesh. Jason caught his partner's rhythm and the two joined forces. Pinned, filled and helpless, the petite woman rode between the two men. Friction between the dueling cocks ignited nerves never touched before and the blonde new what it felt like to lose her mind.

A gold-flecked mirror running the length of the bed reflected the three bodies writhing in abandonment. Miranda confronted reality staring back when she turned her blonde head. She was a woman with a massive cock in her pussy and another in her ass. Shuddering she stared at herself. The truth of just how "dirty" she was couldn't be denied. Miranda was intoxicated by her own pornographic image and didn't see Damien step towards the bed.

The sounds of skin slapping and the scent of sex thrilled Miranda and she began to move on her own accord. As she moaned and rocked Miranda felt a tap on her cheek. The bald Cedar Park police officer stood naked holding his rigid cock when she turned her head. Grabbing her hair and without delay, Damien prodded his mushroom shaped head against Miranda's slightly parted lips and saying, "Babe, it's time to get air-tight." Opening her mouth wide, the blonde parole officer welcomed another man into her body.

Three cocks invaded the woman simultaneously as Miranda reached heights never reached before. Instinct replaced intellect and like a bitch in heat, she accepted every thrust with glee. Twisting deep inside Miranda began as Jason and David's cocks struck nerve after nerve. Over and over again the three cops plunged into the petite blonde. Never had Miranda felt such ecstasy. Soon the coiling inside Miranda twisted tighter. Damien's large veiny erection continued to slip in and out of her open mouth as Miranda began to jerk erratically. Waves of decadent pleasure ripped through the blonde parole officer as she orgasmed. Never had Miranda felt more pleased but the party wasn't over.

Watching the blonde's face as she came was more exciting than anything Damien had ever seen before. Holding her hair even tighter he deep-throated Miranda as the other two kept rhythm inside her. Miranda could only gasp for air when given the chance. She was theirs to do with as they wished. Damien wanted it to last longer but watching his friends plow the petite blonde was too much. Balls contracting painfully he rapidly pounded Miranda's welcoming and moist mouth. Hot, salty cum hit the back of her throat as Damien groaned with animalistic freedom. With one last shudder, the bald man released Miranda's head and stepped back. Tears ran down the blonde's face as she gulped for air.

Still gasping in air, Miranda felt another erection tap her cheek. Victor was more than ready for another turn. As Damien staggered to the couch, Victor's brown cock parted Miranda's wet mouth. Again the woman was bounced between three insistent cocks. Soon it was David who could take no more. The broadly built man had held back as long as he could. The tightness of her ravaged ass was all encompassing and David buried as deep as he could go while Jason pushed up. Now David's cries entered the room. Grinding into Miranda he came. David didn't think it would ever end as he experienced the longest orgasm of his entire life. Thick, white cum was deposited deep in Miranda's clenching bowels as David collapsed. Withdrawing he joined his friend Damien on the yellow couch facing the bed. Neither man noticed the game had resumed.

Jason grabbed the blonde by the waist and started pumping with earnest. Victor stepped back and held his throbbing cock as he watched his friend grind upward into Miranda's dripping folds. Still in a state of agitation, the horny parole officer ground back with eagerness. Cum dripping from her swollen rectum she humped the red head. Over and over again, her clit was hit. Tingling turned serious and she began to moan louder. Her swollen nub mashed against the police officer's pelvis and she arched her slender back and screamed. Juices coated Jason's muscular abdomen as Miranda released a flood of slippery cum. Within seconds the red headed police officer began to grunt. Sounding more like a train than a man he jerked towards relief as his cum joined Victor's in Miranda's hot pussy. Collapsing, he released Miranda.

With a slap on her ass, Victor told Miranda to get up. Still dizzy, she rolled off of Jason and looked to Victor. His brown eyes leered back.

"Come on Little Mama, you've still got work to do." Victor extended his hand and helped Miranda to her feet. "You're getting in the swing. I want some of that fine booty."

Stumbling to her feet, Miranda knew she shouldn't be so excited. Her bottom was already sore but she didn't care at all. She wanted in that swing and she wanted Victor to take her wherever and however he chose. Victor loved the way a woman's butt jiggled when you slapped it. So he gave Miranda's pale cheeks two more swats as she headed to the swing. Giggling she walked faster.

"A little help here."

Damien jumped to his feet and lifted Miranda without effort. Victor adjusted the black leather straps and soon Miranda hung in the air waiting to be used by the handsome undercover cop. Three cops lounged on the sofas watching as Victor pulled the swing closer. Hot pink folds oozing with cum lay open before him as did her stretched rectum. The undercover cop knew exactly what he wanted and lined his veiny cock next to Miranda's cum filled ass. Wedging the mushroom shaped head into her little opening, Victor grasped the straps and pulled. Miranda's body swung forward and his cock disappeared inside her deepest recess.

Back and forth the undercover cop pulled the straps. Each time his cock struck bottom, Miranda groaned with pleasure and pain. Being filled was heaven and she never wanted it to end. One of her red tipped hands twisted and turned a dark rose nipple as the other hand found her clit. Frantically she rubbed her most sensitive spot as Victor continued his invasion.

"Yes ... yes ... yes." Over and over again Miranda urged the Hispanic man on as she brought herself closer to the edge. Each thrust of his wide cock into Miranda's slippery ass was better than the last and Victor knew he wouldn't last long. Soon he didn't care. Yanking the swing towards him he plunged balls deep. Words of lust poured from Victor as he emptied another load deep into Miranda. Whimpering she continued rapidly rubbing her clit. As Victor slipped from her aching recess she began to tense. With four men watching, Miranda contorted and cried out as she came. Exhausted she slumped cradled in the leather swing. Victor took a seat next to Jason as the inner door opened.

"Am I too late, anything left for me?" Trent had barely made it. Speeding the whole way with police lights flashing the blonde Round Rock cop had feared Miranda would have already left. Trent had arranged the whole thing then gotten called into work. He hadn't been amused. Fortunately he had an hour before he had to return to work.

"Oh my." The uniformed blonde officer couldn't believe what he was seeing. It was just too perfect.

Miranda hung in the air with her well-used pussy and ass on display and Trent's four friends were all sitting around nude and spent. Trent loved a used woman and here was one literally hanging from the ceiling, ripe for the picking. High fives and greetings were exchanged as the unusually attractive police officer moved further into the room. Declining a beer because he was still on duty, the policeman stepped towards the suspended woman. Catching a strap, he drew Miranda to him. Her slanted green eyes were only half open and her face wore a look of contentment. She reminded Trent of a kitten lying in the sun.

"Hey Sweetie, having fun?" Miranda only nodded her consent. Even though she was happy to see the Round Rock police officer, she was exhausted.

"I'm just a little tired," said as if she wasn't hanging spread-eagle.

It's too soon to rest." Trent looked down at the woman constrained by leather straps and felt his cock jump as if it had a mind of its own. With a sexy leer he pinched and twisted Miranda's dark pink nipples. Miranda squirmed beneath his hands and made little sounds of surprise each time he tugged just a little harder. Continuing to gaze at his fantasy come true, the young police officer began unzipping his uniform pants. Erect and throbbing, his oversized erection was released. Taking himself in hand, Trent rubbed the head up and down Miranda's oozing slit. The sight of so much cum dripping from the blonde parole officer's used pussy and tender ass overwhelmed Trent.

"Baby, I've got to have some of that great ass of yours." Miranda's heart quickened at the sound of Trent's words. Much to her surprise, she was ready for more. Lining himself up with Miranda's red and stretched backdoor he groaned in anticipation. Trent slowly popped the head of his cock into the parole officer's rectum. Watching Miranda's already tender flesh opening to accommodate him inflamed Trent further and he couldn't have held back if he wanted to. He didn't want to; this was just too good.

As Miranda happily took all of Trent, her pulse jumped as she heard the sounds of someone being greeted. "Hey you made it ... I had given up on ya'll." Voices joked among themselves and commented on the game as Miranda was swung back and forth in the air. Soon, no other sights or sounds mattered to the parole officer as she became intoxicated with lust once more.