Samantha by loyalsock - Sex Stories

Samantha by loyalsock

... splashed into the tub, warm droplets sprayed Samantha. Watching, Samantha wondered what was coming next. She'd expected them to dress her again, then drive her away to jail. As she'd just pointed out to Riggs, she was being arrested for indecent behavior. She knew how bad it might look for them to deliver her to jail freshly fucked. So might they want to bathe her first? Her pussy twitched again at the thought of being bathed in a galvanized tub by two strange men. Of course that seemed like a lot of trouble when they could simply pop her into the shower in the bathroom. Black hair opened a gym bag and took out several leather belts. He came to her side and pat her bottom. "Lift up a little," he said with hips lips inches from her ear, taking care not to disturb Inspector Olson's phone conversation. She knelt up, noticing his hand was on her bottom a bit long for him to be positioning her. He looped one of the belts twice around her ankles and buckled it. He stole a glance at Olson, then ran a hand up the back of her legs and over her bottom. "Very nice," he whispered and squeezed her ass cheek. He took the second belt, looped it around her thighs just above her knees and buckled it. He checked Olson again, the Inspector was still back to them, still murmuring over the cell phone. Black hair put his arm around her shoulders and ran his hand over her belly and breasts. Samantha felt a powerful rush of lust, she was frightened as hell, the bath scenario looking more ...

... unlikely by the second, and yet the man was obviously attracted to her. Inspector Riggs cleared her throat, Samantha and the man both looked and Riggs shook her head once. Black hair looked over his shoulder at Olson again, shrugged, and tipped up Samantha's chin and kissed her. His tongue f***ed its way into her mouth, she accepted it and kissed him back. Riggs coughed. They broke the kiss, Riggs shook her head again, glared at black hair, and lifted her chin at Inspector Olson. Black hair gave Samantha's breast a last squeeze, and stood up. The tub was nearly filled. Brown hair came down the stairs carrying a bundle of short two by four sections and a length of pipe in a canvass sling. He unwrapped the bundle on the floor next to the tub, hesitated a moment to admire Samantha, and Inspector Riggs groaned and rolled her eyes. Brown hair threw her a look and went to work on the parts on the floor. In a few minutes he had assembled something like a mini saw horse. It stood no more than three inches taller than the edge of the galvanized tub, on wooden legs with a heavy steel pipe as the cross member. He slid it up against the edge of the tub as Black hair coiled up the hose. Together the two men went up the stairs. Samantha waited quietly for what ever would come next. She shivered once in growing fear, and saw Inspector Riggs's angry expression soften. The woman stepped quietly to her side and smoothed Samantha's hair back. She patted Samantha's cheek. "Very special," she mouthed ...