Pussy as a Purse: ScarJo
Scarlett Johansson was running late. Again. She stepped on the gas and sped across the intersection. "You've got to be fucking kidding me," she groaned when she heard the siren and saw the flashing blue and red light in her rear-view mirror.
She pulled into a parking lot at the side of the road and cursed her bad luck. Of course there were cops nearby at this particular time and place. Scarlett turned off the engine and lowered her window. The cop car parked next to her and she saw two officers leaving the vehicle and approach her. They were a somewhat comical duo: the shorter cop on the right had a stereotypical bushy moustache and serious expression while the younger one on the left wore sunglasses - although it was cloudy - and walked with an arrogant strut.
"License and registration, please," Moustache asked. Scarlett opened her glovebox and handed him the papers. He stepped away to check them. Sunglasses took his place, resting his elbow on the side mirror. He cleared his throat in some childish attempt to seem important. If only that brat knew who he had sitting before him, Scarlett thought.
"You know how fast you were going, miss?" he asked.
"I-- Uh, I'm sorry, officer," she said, opting to cooperate and get this over with quickly instead of acting resistive. She squinted her eyes and read his name tag, "Officer Dover, I genuinely didn't mean to."
"Right, no one ever means to but they all do anyways." He looked away and sighed in what could only be described as a gesture of self-importance. "Do you have anything in the car that shouldn't be there?" Scarlett furrowed her brow. "Guns, drugs, you know," he explained.
"No, officer," Scarlett said. She looked at her watch. This was horrible. In an attempt to remedy her belatedness, her excessive speed had only delayed her further. "Is this going to take long, officer Dover? I'm supposed to be somewhere. Important meeting." She offered a mirthful smile to alleviate the situation.
"Hold on a second." Officer Dover took a step back, hooking both thumbs behind his belt. "Hey, Mark," he called over the shoulder to his colleague, "we've got a celebrity on our hands." He addressed her again, and said, "Nice to meet you, miss Johansson. Apologies, didn't recognize you with the cap. I'm a big fan actually. You're perfect as Black Widow and loved you in Lucy."
"Thank you, that's kind of you to say."
Officer Mark came up next to Dover. "Celebrity or not, you can't go double the speed limit and get away with it."
"I understand and I apologize," Scarlett played the complaisant citizen. "I'll pay the fine. Please can I go? I've this meeting--"
"Important meetings for important people. Celebrities think their short-lived relevance on the screen places them above the law," said Mark. He faced Scarlett directly. "This'll take as long as it needs. Should've thought about that before you drove too fast." He walked to their vehicle and stepped in while continuing to scan her papers. Was this officer Mark serious?
Dover noticed Scarlett's astonished expression and explained, "Wife cheated on him and wants a divorce. He's been like this a lot lately."
Scarlett smiled awkwardly and welcomed the silence that followed. But inside she was annoyed. That officer Mark had no reason to project his personal problems on others. She shouldn't be the victim of his irritation. She put on a smile again when Mark came back shaking his head. "Paperwork is in order, but that doesn't waylay the fact you were going way too fast. We'll have to bring you in. Might be your driver's license gets suspended."
Scarlett's jaw dropped. She'd never been taken into a precinct. She also didn't want this to be the first time. "Please, officer, this was a dumb mistake, I'll own up to it. But taking me in is a bit farfetched, isn't it?"
"Farfetched? Miss celebrity thinks we make up rules out of thin air when it suits us? Why not let everyone choose how fast they drive? There has to be regulation otherwise the streets would be filled with victims of car crashes..."
Dover placed a hand on his colleague's shoulder. "Alright, Mark, better let me handle this from here."
Mark rolled his eyes and turned to leave.
"Wait," Scarlett said. During Mark's tantrum, a plan of action had formed in Scarlett's mind. There were two cops: Dover, who had said he was a fan and did a poor job hiding his interest in her cleavage, and Mark, not even middle-aged and already going through a divorce. Scarlett couldn't think of anyone more susceptible to what she referred to as her get-out-of-jail-free card. She had thought about it but saw no other way out of this situation than using it on these two bozos. She'd actually fantasized about something similar - with firefighters instead of cops - but now it was her chance to act it out and get her out of this mess. Better to try and fail. Not that anyone would believe Mark or Dover if her play didn't work. She looked one last time around the parking lot to confirm it was completely deserted.
"Look," Scarlett Johansson said. She removed her cap, her wavy, auburn hair cascading down. She flicked it behind her shoulder as to not obscure her cleavage. "Let me get a sip first." She grabbed a half-full bottle of water that was sitting in the cup holder and unscrewed the cap. She brought it to her lips but feigned a fumble and spilled it all across her chest. Dover's mouth slightly opened, eyes locked on her shiny cleavage. Mark shook his head in disbelief. One caught, one to go, Scarlett thought.
"Oh fuck," she said in her most sultry voice. She reached under her bosom and pushed her breasts up. "I've got this all wet. Better take this off." Dover audibly gulped and Mark inhaled deeply when Scarlett let the spaghetti bands of her top fall down her shoulders and lowered her top and bra to her stomach. "Still wet," she said with pouted lips while circling a finger around both her pink nipples.
Officer Dover was dumbfounded, ogling her bare tits and struggling to breathe at the sight.
"What the fuck is this?" Mark seethed. "Are you bribing us? Some Hollywood bullshit this is. You're crazy, lady. I'll add a count of indecent exposure to the list. This--"
Dover placed a hand over Mark's mouth. He turned his back to Scarlett and leaned close to his colleague so she couldn't hear his words. "Shut up, Mark, don't take this from me."
"Dover, are you out of your mind? We can't--"
"Yes, we can!" Dover hissed, speaking through clenched teeth. "At least I can! C'mon, you'd turn this beautiful woman away?
"We can't let her off this easy," Mark still growled.
"Then what will?" Scarlett asked, having picked up Mark's comment. "Seriously, what will? I'm up for anything. Really." She moved up her seat, and turned ninety degrees to rest with her elbows on the passenger's seat and her knees in the driver's seat. With one hand, she worked her shorts halfway down her thighs. Then she smacked one ass cheek and called from inside the car, "How about this, Mark?"
Dover had constructed a plan of his own and quickly turned on Mark, wildly indicating to decline Scarlett's offer. Mark looked confused at his colleague's sudden change. Dover leaned closer and whispered, "Think about it, Mark. Decline a couple of times and see how far she'll go."
Mark scratched his chin and pinched his nose bridge, struggling to understand what was going on. "Forget I want this," Dover continued, "and do it for yourself. After what Christy did to you? Let yourself be free." Dover knew that playing the ex-wife card would turn Mark's attitude to the situation around. Mark looked angry at his divorce being brought up. But on second thought Dover was right. That cheating bitch was gone and he should grab his freedom in both hands.
Looking at Scarlett Johansson's bare butt, Mark grunted and said, "Miss Johansson, whatever you're trying to achieve, you'll have to do better." He winked at Dover and got a beaming smile back.
Scarlett sighed and reached around her back to pull her thong to the side, removing the thing strip covering her asshole and pussy. Dover bit his lower lip at seeing Scarlett's plump pussy lips and wrinkled hole. He nudged Mark with his elbow. "Not what I had in mind," Mark said.
Scarlett shook her head and smiled, understanding what game the two officers were playing. She had them both now and the only thing left to do was act it out. She effortlessly got back in her seat and opened the door. She stepped out, breasts and pussy on display, and fell to her knees. "Ouch, my knees," she feigned, knowing the majority of men loved an innocent girl.
"Let me help you up," Dover said, falling for the bait. When he was stood before Scarlett and offered his hand, she slapped it away, placing her own hand on his crotch.
"I think I'm fine here," she said. "Why don't you come closer too, Mark?"
Scarlett rubbed both men through their pants, feeling their cocks harden and grow. Skilfully she opened the buckles and pulled their rods out, wrapping a hand around each warm shaft, stroking them to full length in short time.
Her head moved left and she parted her full lips, taking Mark's cock inside and starting to suck up and down his tip. Her head moved at a smooth, steady pace. She glanced up at the officer as she slid her mouth up and down the upper portion of his cock. Her hands were working Dover's shaft, soft palms and delicate fingers moving up and down from base to tip in a slow and stimulating fashion. She switched, gobbling down Dover's cock and massaging her saliva into Mark's shaft. After she had made both shafts slick and wet, Scarlett stood up keeping one hand stroking each cock. The two policemen were breathing hard, overwhelmed by the present situation: Hollywood actress Scarlett Johansson sucking them off. She wiggled her chest and drew the attention of both men towards her full bosom. They helped themselves to a good squeeze of her rounded breasts.
"So boys..." Scarlett said with her most sultry voice. "Which one of you is going to fuck me first?"
"Damn, I want to go first," Dover said. Like an arrest, he turned Scarlett around and held her arms behind her back. He led her to their truck and bent her over the side of the hood. He lifted her right leg so she could rest her foot on the bumper. Dover whistled at the excellent view this position gave of Scarlett's pussy from behind. He spread her butt cheeks apart and rested the tip of his cock against her folds. He felt the heat radiating from her pussy and couldn't wait any longer. Dover took the base of his cock and guided it into Scarlett Johansson's pussy. The feeling of her enveloping him was amazing. Slowly at first, he fucked her from behind. Then he lost control and began thrusting wildly. "Oh shit," he suddenly said and pulled out, squeezing his eyes shut and contorting his face. "I didn't want to cum yet," he explained.
"Take a breather," Scarlett said. "You're up, Mark. Think you can outlast your colleague?"
"Not a doubt," he said, taking place behind her the same way Dover had done. He pushed his cock into her wet pussy.
"No," she breathed hard, pushing him back out and adding, "No more playing around. Put it in my ass."
Mark's eyes grew wide and Dover exclaimed, "Wait, what?"
"Don't look so sad, Dover. We'll switch later if you want." Like a child getting offered candy, Dover nodded energetically.
"Mmmmh fuck!" Scarlett groaned loudly as Mark's cock was slowly pushed inside her asshole. The feeling of her tight ass being stretched made her gasp for air. She loved that initial sensation. Scarlett looked back over her shoulder, already shifting her hips back against Mark's cock, showing off her talents in taking one up her ass. She purred lustfully.
"Oh yeah, you like that?" Mark grunted, yearning for the approval he never got from his wife. Scarlett nodded and moaned louder to egg him on. He continued pumping his cock into her ass.
Dover grabbed her hair and pulled her head down to the front of the truck. This way, he could hold the base of his cock and guide it into Scarlett's mouth. She parted her lips eagerly. She didn't get the time to start sucking as Dover unexpectedly took the lead, thrusting in and out of her slutty mouth. He quickly made her groan and gag as the saliva started dripping down her chin. Scarlett was being spit-roasted; one cock in her juicy ass and another edging down her throat. She was stuffed from both ends. Her moans were muffled by Dover's cock in her mouth. "Mmmmphhh! Ghlugg! Aarhmm!"
Scarlett took the cock from her mouth and gestured Mark to pull out her ass. "Fuck mmm..." she moaned when her gaping asshole slowly contracted again. "That was a good start. But now, I want both my pussy and ass fucked at the same time."
The men smiled at each other, not believing their luck. Mark retrieved a thick blanket from the police car and placed it on the ground. He got down on his back, stroking his cock in one hand and using the other to wipe the sweat from his brow. Scarlett went to stand above his crotch, lowering herself to her knees and penetrating herself on his cock. Her wet pussy pulsed with excitement. With her large tits in his face, Mark grabbed at them, kneading the firm flesh, and suckled on her nipples.
Dover came up behind Scarlett and also kneeled. He parted her ass cheeks, resting his tip against her rear hole and slowly pushed into her ass. Mark had already loosened it up but it still felt extremely tight at the start. "OH FUCK!" Scarlett exclaimed, her moans and groans loud and instant when both holes were filled. Especially when they started pumping. The thrusts made her ass jiggle and clap against the Dover's muscled abdomen as he fucked her deep. Her tits also bounced in rhythm against Mark's face. "Fuck! Oh fuck... shit! Mmmm..." Scarlett moaned, eyes closed as the pleasure of having both her holes fucked at the same time threatened to overwhelm her. "Yes, fuck my tight holes. Fill me up! Fuck yeah!" Dover's hard slaps on her ass cheeks brought her back to reality, grounding her. Scarlett rocked her curvy body between the two thrusting cocks she was taking hard and balls-deep into her pussy and ass.
"Fuck-fuck-fuck! I'm cumming!" Scarlett cried out a warning, but hearing that just made the two men hammer their cocks harder inside her. She was being impaled on two large poles, Mark and Dover pumping their cocks into her thick ass and soaking wet pussy. "Oooooooh fuuuuck!" Her head thrown back and her stunning body shuddering, she clamped down on both cocks as her orgasm washed over her. They kept ploughing her holes through the intense sexual peak, her added tightness squeezing their shafts. It left her whimpering in delight, breath rasping in her throat. She let out more sexy moans when Dover pulled out of her nicely fucked ass. He came to stand next to her and stroked his cock vigorously. Scarlett smiled when his first ropes of cum hit her face. "Yes, give me more!" she encouraged him, getting drenched with his cum to the point it leaked down her face and stuck to her tits.
When Dover was done, Mark crawled from underneath her and she sat unsteadily on her knees. The sudden emptiness made her feel strange. She watched Mark stroke himself to a climax, then closed her eyes and stuck out her tongue. His load left Scarlett giggling as the blasts of sticky cum landed across her pretty face, adding to the lattice that Dover had created. Cum was all over her nose, lips, cheeks, and forehead. Her mouth felt full, hot cum glazing her tongue. Mark's load was so much on top of Dover's that it dripped down her face and onto her heaving bosom. Scarlett Johansson was covered in cum, both her holes contracting at how pleasant it felt. She swallowed a mouthful.
"Are we good?" she asked Mark while licking her lips and kneading her cum-covered breasts.
"Yes," the officer breathed, "there's no charges. You can go."
As Scarlett dressed herself and got back in the car, not even taking the time to clean herself, she heard Dover and Mark laughing with each other and gesturing how their minds were blown.
Scarlett Johansson drove off the parking lot, gingerly tracing her index finger along her cheek and licking the sticky cum from it. Her get-out-of-jail-free card always worked. Her pussy and asshole twitched in delight.
Scarlett smiled at Officer Mark, "Maybe you can show me how to use this get-out-of-jail-free card properly."
Officer Dover, still in awe of Scarlett's cleavage, suggested, "Maybe a mmf threesome could solve this situation?"
Scarlett, understanding the situation, agreed, "A threesome it is. Just remember, I'm up for anything."
Officer Mark, inspired by Dover's suggestion, added, "How about a little double penetration action? You've got that 'Pussy as a Purse: ScarJo' charm after all."
