Chapter 7
Truth or Consequences
Mistake Number Two was waiting around for Detective Ramon and his goon squad to arrive. They had me up against the wall so fast it made my head swim.
"Alright, Big Bad Bascom," Ramon said, doing his usual number with the gun muzzle and my spine. "You're going up for this one. I promise you that."
"It wasn't me..." I protested.
"Uh-huh, you were framed I suppose?" he chuckled, snapping the cuffs on behind my back.
"I didn't say that..." I felt cold steel against the base of my skull.
"Shut the fuck up, Grue," Ramon said. "We got you this time. This is nearly a locked room murder, what with the heavy security downstairs. You had access and you had motive..."
"Like what?" I asked, turning my head.
"Like maybe you were putting the squeeze on him over something you found out during your little investigation. like maybe you were scaring him a little to get the gravy flowing and Zowie! One dead tycoon."
"That's the biggest load of horseshit I ever heard, Ramon. I'll be out in two hours."
Ramon grinned. He reminded me of the dead shark. "Don't bet on it. It seems some folks around here saw you threaten that turkey with a gun earlier today, and we got a guy who'll swear he saw you rip off the stiff's money clip. No shakedown, huh?"
"I want to see a lawyer," I said.
"Sure, sure. Read this bozo his rights, Vic," Ramon said. "We want everything real proper."
Two plainclothesmen came up from downstairs. They weren't happy. The skinny one in the plaid suit cleared his throat and said, "Uh, chief, we got a problem with the Security thing..."
Ramon's eyes narrowed. "Yeah?"
"Uh, well, there was a big traffic pile up at about eleven fifteen p.m. It happened almost right in front. The rent-a-cop was off his post for ten or twelve minutes helping put out the fire..."
"So much for your 'locked room murder', " I said.
"That doesn't change a thing. You're still suspect number one, turkey. We got ways of getting the straight poop out of hard guys like you. Come on, let's escort Mr. Private Investigator downtown."
The ride downtown was a series of half-concealed kicks in the shins, elbows in the kidneys, shoulders in the face. By the time we got to Central Station, I felt like a footstool.
We went through the lengthy booking procedure. I was photographed, fingerprinted, examined for concealed weapons, and all my valuables were taken from me.
Then they took me to the interrogation room and turned on the klieg lights and the charm.
"You don't want to take a big fall for this, Grue," Ramon cooed. "If you agree to cop, we can make a real sweet deal."
"When do I get my phone call?" I asked for the hundredth time.
"In a minute," Ramon promised. "But first, about this lesser plea..."
We went round and round for a long time. Ramon got real made when I wouldn't talk about anything but my phone call.
"okay, ass breath, you asked for it!" he shouted. "We're going to get a confession out of you. A confession to Murder One!"
"Like hell," I answered.
"Turn him over to the Lie Detector," Ramon ordered his flunkies.
"Hey, you can't hook me up to any machine without my consent!" I said, twisting away from the cop's grip.
Ramon laughed in my face. "Listen to the expert! You been watching too much TV, turkey. Our 'Lie Detector' isn't any machine. Get him out of here!"
The flunkies strong armed me down the long hall of interrogation rooms. But they couldn't resist the temptation to dig in the knife.
"Damn! I feel sorry for you, man," the skinny cop said.
"Yeah," added the other one. "Lots of hard dudes thought they could hold up. You know, keep quiet. Man, they come out of here crying like babies. like babies!"
The skinny one pushed me in a sparsely furnished room. Acoustic tile on the ceiling and walls. There was one straight backed chair, a tall wooden post, and right in front of the post was a wide wooden block. The top of the block was all dented, like it'd been pounded with a hammer.
"There's still time if you want to cop," the skinny one said, hopefully. "I really hate to see a man go through this kind of shit..."
If he hated it so much, why was he smiling from ear to ear? "Stick it up your ass!" I said.
"Don't say I didn't give you a chance, P.I." he said, fastening my cuffed wrists around the pole behind me. "Keep a stiff ... upper lip!" he said, unable to restrain his laughter.
Both of the cops thought it was a very funny thing to say. Chortling, they left the room and closed the door behind them. I was plunged into half darkness. I stayed that way for a long time.
Then the door opened and a policewoman came in. She was a tall chick, five-foot-ten in her bare feet, and even taller in her heavy, department issue shoes. Under her policewoman's cap, she had straight dark hair that curled in about her jaw line. On first glance, her face was a stunner. A closer look exposed minor flaws: green eyes set a bit too far apart, upper lip too wide, chin too square. Her mouth was full and large, a bit too large, perhaps too passionate. There were no flaws in her body. From her long slender neck on down things just got better and better. She had a monumental pair of tits that pushed her uniform blouse way out of shape. Her nipples were so dark skinned, I could see the shadow of their shape through bra and blouse. Large nipples, they were, with fat buttons in the center. About her waist she wore a non-regulation belt. It was very wide, like a girdle almost, and she wore it super tight. Even the mannish uniform skirt, long and straight, couldn't hide the supple contours of her hips, round and firm, and the legs beneath were almost too long to be believed.
"Good morning, Mr...." she paused to look at the manila file she held in her hand. "Mr. Grue.
I'll call you Bascom, if you don't mind. My name is Officer Eva Tang."
"Be my guest," I said, giving her lush body an overt and greedy once over.
She smiled at my interest. "Well, Bascom, you are in a mess, aren't you? Want to tell me about it?"
I explained to her how I'd been railroaded by Detective Ramon. She listened politely, smiling from time to time. I get the definite feeling that she was sizing me up, too.
When I finished, she said, "That's very interesting, Bascom. You have an active imagination at least." She took a seat on the chair in front of me, first smoothing out the skirt over her jutting buttocks. When she crossed her legs I nearly shit. She did it real slowly. The long, lanky calves and thighs sliding over each other, pausing for a fraction of a second to give me a cock-lifting view of what was between them. Silky white flesh, jumping tendons, and the nakedest piece of pussy you'd ever want to see. Her pubes were a coal black bush against all the white skin; tightly curled, they fluffed out over her more than ample ass-cheeks. It wasn't that she wasn't wearing panties, because she was; it was that the panties had no crotch in them. I got a glimpse of white lace, squirming pink pussy under all the fur, and then her legs were crossed.
"I get so many guys who can't even make up a good lie," she went on. She was watching me the whole time I was peeking at her pussy, watching me and smiling smugly. She rubbed her thighs together, as if she had a little itch between them. The sound of silky skin on silky skin roared into my brain.
"It was all true," I said, trying to will my pud into a state of inactivity. It was hard as hell with her sitting there, smiling at me so foxily.
"Don't try and shit me, Bascom!" she yelled, rising from the chair. "There's just the two of us in here..." She locked the windowless door. " ... And we aren't going to be disturbed."
She leaned very close to me. I could smell her perfume and something else I couldn't quite put my finger on. My own sweat?
"Whisper it to me ... the truth," she said, her big, soft lips an inch from my mouth, her pink tongue showing between her teeth.
"OHH!" I exclaimed, shocked by the back of her hand grazing my stiffening cock. This was a cop?
She turned her head and uncovered a soft, shell-like ear for me to whisper in. I blew in it instead. The hand bumped my dick again, sending waves of excitement zapping into my balls.
"Oh, that's all you've got to tell me?" she said in mock disappointment. "Well, we've got all day and then some..." She sat again. And again the exaggerated leg crossing.
Going, going, gone. I gawked into her white thighs, into the hairy black beard. Her cunt was a deeper pink than a moment ago. The lips were plainly visible under the fuzz, and they were swelling. Then, the show ended.
My dick, past the point of mental control, arched up against the front of my pants lewdly. There wasn't any point in trying to cover it up. And a cover up was out of the question with my hands cuffed behind me.
Officer Tang looked at the tent in my pants with apparent disgust. "What is that?" she exclaimed. "Is that an erection? Are you getting a hard on? Oh, my God!"
The dark circles of her nipples had become smaller and the fat buttons were hard nubs pushing against bra and blouse.
"That is really sickening! You're a pervert, too!" she said, standing up. "What was it?" she demanded. "The hairs on my pussy? My long legs? My hot cunt? What was it?"
I just looked at her dumbly as she began to undress.
Not that she stripped down to the buff, but close enough to make it damned interesting. With an expression on her face like she wanted to throw up, she removed her bra from under her uniform blouse and slipped out of the skirt. She stood in front of me, legs wide apart.
Needless to say, I stared into the fat mons that hung between the kcey cut-away legs of her panties. Fat and hairy and the pussy beneath was pouting at me pinkly, puffing out dewy lips. My cock got even harder, mashing painfully into my fly. The agony showed on my face.
"Oh, Christ! I don't usually do this," she explained reaching for my zipper. "But you look like you're hurting." She unzipped my pants and the next thing I knew she was fishing around inside for my cock. Her fingers were red hot when they pulled it out.
"There!" she said. "That's better, isn't it?" She admired the thickness of my cockstem and the fat, grayish cap.
My pud looked ten times lewder poking out of my fly that way, what with all the hairs sticking out, and the shaft making a red banana arch up at the ceiling.
She stroked the back of it absently with her knuckles, and muscles in my ass tensed, making it flip up into her fingers.
"I bet you like to fuck, Bascom," she said, her eyes mere slits. The long arm of the law reached out and the soft fingers of the law took hold of my cock, wringing it expertly, making sheath of loose skin slip up and down the inner bone.
I couldn't figure out what the hell was going on, but I sure hoped it wasn't going to stop right away.
Her hand pumped my cock while she spoke to me in a husky whisper. "You do like to fuck. Ummmm, doesn't this feel good? Ohhh, it feels good to me too, Bascom. Ohhh, yes. You're a real man. Know something, Bascom?" she asked, her wrist snapping, my pud flying through her fist.
"Huh?" I said.
"I like to fuck, too," she confessed. Then she put her shoe up on the wooden block and held her thighs apart. "See?" her fingers dove into the hairy muff, spreading the pink lips. "See how hot I am? I'm ready for some of this cock." She tugged hard on my cock, as if trying to stretch it into the dewy slot. The bloated head, a dark purple under her strangling grip, brushed slick, hot folds and I nearly squirted.
"Ohhhh, that's so nice," she said, mashing my dickhead into her slot. She let it go and it sprang up, cap glistening with her juice. "Too bad it's against department policy..."
"Huh?"
"That's right. Police personnel are not allowed to have sexual intercourse with suspects."
I looked at my aching cock and groaned.
"Of course, if you told me the truth..."
"Jesus! I told you the truth. Let's fuck!"
She stopped smiling for an instant, then beamed at me again. "Oh, Bascom. I'm not joking. I NEED something in my cunt." To prove her point she dipped two fingers in her pussy and frigged herself into a dither. When she stopped her face was flushed and her cunt was dripping up a storm. She waved the stinky fingers under my nose. "Don't you want some?" she asked.
God did I ever! Her cunt smelled like a den of foxes in heat, pine needles and musk. But I couldn't lie. "Look, I'm telling you the truth," I said. "Come on, let's screw!"
She stopped smiling altogether. Her face was a grim mask. "Shall we play a game, then? A little game I made up?"
I just looked at her moist cunt.
"First, I have to get you harder, baby," she said, leaning down, letting her big boobs fall out of the front of her uniform. She put my swollen cock in between the silky cleft and mashed her tits down on my shaft.
"JEEEEEZ!" I exclaimed as she began rubbing her soft tits up and down my cock. When she stopped, my dick was an angry red, and all the sinews and veins stuck out in high relief.
"Mmmmmmm," she hummed. "That's better." Then she pushed the wooden block closer to me.
"Hey! Wait a minute!! ! " I yelped, realizing suddenly what the block was for. My hard cock lay stretched out on it like a rooster neck on the chopping block. All the dents!! ! ! god! the dents!! !
"Now my little helper..." she said, bending over and opening her purse. God, she stuck her ass right in my face. The firm cheeks, tight pink ass-hole and below, the sopping pink gash and its crisp black beard. My cock flopped on the cold block.
"Here we are," she announced, straightening up.
I felt a clammy sweat break out on my forehead. In her hand she held a ball peen hammer.
"I call this little game 'The Lie Detector.' Isn't that cute?"
Looking at my cock on the block and the hammer in her hand, somehow the whole thing didn't strike me as 'cute' at all.
"Before we start, I've got to warn you: don't flinch! See that blotch of brown to the left of your prick? That's what happens if you move. Squish! I bet you've never seen a squashed dick, have you?
"okay, Bascom, one more chance. The truth!"
I just shook my head. My mouth was bone dry, my bone was stone hard.
Then she played her version of "Truth or Consequences." Raising the hammer up in both hands she brought in down in a tight arc, terminating one quarter of an inch from the head of my cock. The sound it made when it impacted scared the shit out of me. I would've peed, but you can't pee through a hard on. The hammer rebounded high in the air and my cock head tingled from the vibration that shook the block.
"Well?" she asked, holding the hammer ready for another blow. She was panting heavily and slick stuff gushed from her slot and trickled down the inside of her thighs.
"Uh, how creative of you to think up such an interesting game," I said lamely, watching my cock shrink up like an inflatable water toy with a bad leak.
"Hey! Hey! We can't have you going soft on me!" she cried. She bent over and scooped up my shriveling pud. "You don't mind if I take a li'l taste, do you, Bascom?"
She didn't wait for an answer. Her big mouth opened up and clamped onto the end of my dick. She held my flaccid head between her lips, resting right on her tongue, and began to suck. Jesus, could that cop suck! She had an appetite for dick that wouldn't quit.
I fought against the tightening feeling in my nuts, but it was useless. Her mouth was better than any pussy I'd ever fucked ... hotter, slicker, more highly skilled. She got me hard in seconds and then took to shoving the whole thing down her long, slender throat. I watched with glee bubbling in my balls as my choad, slimy with her drool, slid between her puckered lips, over her pebbly tongue, and down her hot throat.
"Much better!" she gasped, holding the thing inches from her lips. She gave my pudcap a 1st, loving slurp and then stood up. She raised the hammer once again.
"Oh! All that cocksucking has got me dizzy." she said. "Now the truth, Bascom..."
My dick flopped convulsively. "Honestly, Eva
WHHHHHHUNK! The hammer hit even closer, harder. I could feel the air whoosh over my dickhead. My bone went down fast.
"If you can't keep up a hard, I'm going to have to nail it out here," she said, seriously.
Then she took it in her sweet mouth again and revived it. She dawdled over it longer the second time, closing her eyes, flaring her nostrils as pre-come oozed into her mouth. She was getting horny alright. When she stood up, a regular river of juice was running from her gash. She took a single, five penny nail from her purse and set it beside my gooey prick.
"No more nonsense," she warned me, raising the hammer.
Then she asked the question again and I answered.
WHHHHHHUNK!
I kept up the hard.
"The truth!"
WHHHHUNK!
"Suck me, you slut!" I pleaded. "I want to come in your mouth!! ! "
WHHHHHHUNK! WHHHHUNK!
The air blast of the falling hammer only fanned the blaze in my balls. The poor cop, winded, paused to catch her breath.
I looked at the halo of dents about the dome of my cock. Unbelievable! Some pre-come dribbled from my slot onto the block. She watched it hungrily.
"You want it, baby. You know you do. If you don't hurry, I'm going to squirt on the floor, and then what'll you do? Lick it up?"
The cop licked her lips. I had her going.
"Just a little more and I'll give it all to you, every last drop...."
She swooped down and gobbled my cock whole, stuffing it all down her throat at once, bobbing her head, twisting her lips about the shaft. Such gusto!
"Mmmmmmmmm!" she hummed, snorting and snuffling into the hairs at the base of my cock.
I opened my eyes and saw the hammer slip from the block. Gripping it by the head, she corkscrewed the long ash handle right into her snatch. Using it like a dildo she whipped her pussy into a sputtering, farting frenzy.
She paused when my cock began to quiver, moaning her joy around my cock shaft. Then, as the hot spurt shot up my tube, she drew back, holding my dick out straight and aimed like a bota bag. She showed me how much she loved sperm. She held her mouth open and let me watch the ropy strands flop onto her tongue, over the back of her throat. I spurted again and it splattered over her full lips, and hung down into her mouth. She adored it! Every rank and salty dollop. Swallowing quickly, she wrung my pud in her hand, teasing my nerve bundle with the tip of her tongue, teasing my orgasm out until my legs trembled, teasing more hot splooie from my balls. The last gummy teaspoonful she held on her tongue, savoring it until it became dilute with her own mouth juices, then gobbled it down.
It was then that I noticed the hammer. Her hand was locked about the t-shaped head and the handle was sliding into her cunt up to her knuckles.
"Ohhhhhhhh," she sighed, twisting the handle round and round, and licking her lips. "That was fun." She had come breath and bad.
"I take it intercourse with implements of torture isn't against department policy?" I asked.
"Ohhhh, no," she moaned. "This is a regulation ball peen."
I don't we stop by my apartment for a second ... so I I can change."
Sounded like a good idea to me, although I had : no intention of letting her put anything back on after she'd taken it off.
Officer Tang lived in a modern security apartment in Twin Peaks. She was an Art Nouveau I freak. Her whole pad was decorated in it. .
"Nice place," I said, lying, as she undulated if over to the small bar.
"Would you like a little something?" she asked. "Sure, but not to drink," I said, moving in fast I and firmly pinning her to the wall. I pressed my 'I mouth on hers hard. She held her lips tightly I closed, cold as ice.
"You sure got some fine tits," I whispered, scooping up a big handful of boob and squeezing. I pinched her nipple and it sprang to life between my 'I thumb and forefinger.
"Stop!" she said with authority, bringing her sleek knee up.
"Oh! what have we here?" I said, dodging and snatching her leg behind the knee. Her skin was so smooth and warm. I mashed my mouth on hers again, using my teeth this time, biting her fat lips. I And I slipped my hand down the underside of the I thigh I held captive.
"Bascom, please!! " she said, twisting her face I away from my chewing teeth. She tried to get her thigh free, but I had it trapped between my arm and my body.
My fingers raced towards her crotch, her hairy black cunt. I felt the lace, skin softer than the softest velvet, and then tight, curly hairs.
"Ohhh," she moaned, shaking her head. "Not like this..."
But I had my hand cupped over her furry muff then, and I couldn't let go. It was a tickling, plump mound in my palm. So densely furred, so very hot. I held her sex like a softball, rolling the entire thing in my hand, groping, groping, troping.
"Such a hot cunt," I wheezed, my cock straining against the leg of my pants. Under the insistent probing of my fingertips, the hairy lips parted and a sizzling slick goo issued forth. Grinding the heel of my hand into her soft ass, I slipped a finger up her cunt.
"Ohhhhhh," she groaned as the digit drove home.
Her cunt sucked at my finger, nursing on the" knuckle, and her hips flipped spasmodically, rubbing my palm into her ass-hole. I made a smooching sound that stole the breath from my lungs.
"Good, huh?" I hissed. "You like a little rough stuff, don't you, baby?" I crammed two more fingers into her sloppy slot, and the velvet tube stretched easily to accommodate them.
"Uhhhh," she whimpered, her goop was pooling in my palm.
I let go of her thigh, but she didn't lower it. She held her cunt open for me to maul. I took hold of her uniform blouse and ripped it open. Buttons ricocheted off the wall. My fingers pumping into her cunt, I yanked at her bra until I got one sweet globe to spill out. The other one was cruelly pinned beneath elastic and wire. I took her tit in my mouth and sucked it deep in my throat, making it elongate at the tip.-
"Uh ... Uh ... Uh..." she muttered feebly, her cheeks were touched with sex blush.
The smell was getting to me. It lambasted my nasal sensors and sent my balls quivering in my jockey shorts. "You need some dick, don't you?" I said, digging the way her tongue lapped about the edge of her mouth at the sound f the word.
I tore my hand from her cunt and dragged her away from the wall. She hit the bar and made an "Ooooof!" sound, then hung onto it, panting. I snatched up her purse and dumped the contents out on the floor: .38 caliber revolver, ball peen hammer, chrome handcuffs. I grabbed the cuffs and then took hold of her hair. "Come on, Officer," I snarled. "This one's on me."
Why was I so furious? Was it the sight of the ball peen that had come so close to destroying my masculinity? Was it a hunger for revenge on the woman who had humiliated me? My face felt fully as flushed as my cock as I shoved and kicked the whimpering policewoman into her bedroom. Was I going nuts?
Whatever it was that had hold of me, it was too late to stop it.
"Bascom, you don't have to..." she cried. "I'll do whatever you want...."
"Goddam right you will!" I yelled, lashing out with my foot, catching her broad ass with the sole, making the twin mounds of flesh quiver, making her fly across the room and land belly down on the brass bed.
She'd bounced once and was going up a second time when I dove on her back. Her blouse made further ripping sounds as I shedded it from her back.
"God! God!" she wailed, as I hauled her from the bed and threw her to the floor. She landed on all fours, one huge tit swaying.
I took her by the hair again, careful not to muss her cop cap, and mashed her mouth against the hard length of my cock. "Love that hot meat," huh?" Her lips parted and gripped the shaft beneath the fabric. She was eager to please.
"We already did that," I reminded her, yanking her head back. "Tonight we're gonna try something new."
I led her around the end of the bed by the hair, a bitch on a leash. Then I clinked the cuffs on the brass bed frame. "Your hand!" I commanded.
The policewoman obeyed instantly, putting her hand on the metal tube. The sex flush still kissed her cheeks and in her green eyes there was hunger.
I snapped the cuff on her wrist, threaded the chain links around the frame and made her give me her other hand. In a couple seconds I had rendered her totally helpless. "You're mine now," I said in her small ear. "You're my slave."
A large tear rolled down her blushing cheek. "Don't hurt me," she begged, but the look in her eyes said: "Hurt me, hurt me quick!"
I obliged her. Taking hold of the wide leather belt, I jerked her to her feet. She was bent over at the waist; her ass jutted out provocatively. I reached under her heaving stomach and removed the belt.
"You like it from both ends, don't you Officer? like to dish it out and like to receive it?" I doubled the belt over and cracked it over her firm ass.
"OW!" she yelped, her buttocks jiggling. "DOOOONNNN'TTT!" she cried.
Holding my rage in with difficulty, I said, "okay." I walked around the bed and sat down. I looked at her face. Tears rolled from her big eyes and her large mouth hung open. We stared at each other for a long minute, then she began shifting her weight from foot to foot, making her big ass rotate. She had the kind of ass that was meant to receive punishment ... full, protruding buttocks ... and it was all I could do to still the urge to attack her.
"B-Bascom," she groaned, a long dollop of slobber drooling from her lips. The hunger in her eyes was skull splitting.
I waited for her words.
"P-Please..." she blubbered. "P-Please hurt me!"
I sprang to the task, raising the belt high over my head, as she had raised the hammer earlier. I brought it down with all my strength.
"WHHHHHHACK!" the belt cracked across her buns.
She sucked in air between her teeth and shuddered.
'WHHHHHHACK! I hit her again. And again. She began to moan from low in her belly ... a long cry interrupted only by the loud WHHHHACK! of leather kissing her buttocks.
"You love it..."
"WHHHHHACK!"
"I bet your cunt is wet, too..." WHHHHACK! WHHHHACK!
WHHHHACK! I wailed on her unmercifully, astounded by the effect of the rain of blows. She lifted her ass to meet the impacts, tilting her butt so the blows fell lower and lower in her crack.
The more I hit her, the harder my cock got. And when I paused for breath I found I was shaking as much if not more than she was. I had to have a look at my handiwork. Dropping the belt to the floor, I took hold of the waistband of her skirt in both hands and then jerked my hands apart, splitting the dress down the back clear to the hem. It fell from my hands to the floor.
"Oooooooooh," she continued to moan, rubbing her mouth on the cold brass rail.
The sight of her big, beautiful ass made my heart leap to my throat. The luscious curves, perfect pale domes were covered with red marks, the imprint of the belt. Welts had already begun to rise from the soft skin. I touched her ass and found it blazing hot from the punishment.
She groaned louder at the feel of my cool hand on her hot buns. I tore the useless panties from her hips and gave her butt a solid smack with the flat of my hand.
"Ummmmm," she said.
Her cheek trembled in my palm. So hot! I leaned down and put my cheek to her ass, feeling the radiant heat I had created. So soft! I ran my face over her out-flung ass, digging the incredible softness of her skin.
Putting my nose at the top of her crack, I slowly kneeled behind her, letting my nose slide down the damp, hot crevice. What smells assailed my nostrils! First sweet funky butt as the tip of my nose nudged her tight pink ass-hole. Then, as I moved lower, pure hot fox!
I gripped her ass-cheeks in both hands and spread them, burying my face in her crack. Her muff was a dripping hole, a split beaver oozing hot slop. I held her cheeks wide apart and thrust my mouth on her cunt, shoving my tongue between the slick outer and inner lips, lifting her ass so I could get the deepest penetration possible. I took a long, passionate suck off her pussy, swallowing her juice, flipping my tongue over the velvety walls. She whimpered and rotated her ass in a slow, grinding circle, mashing my mouth against her swollen cunt. Her black beard felt so fantastic, all sopping and crisp, over my chin, and her pussy lips parted so wide that they seemed to slurp at my entire face.
My nose burrowed into the puckering ass-hole. She made a high pitched, keening sound, as nose slid into pore.
I could take no more. My skull kept crawling with electricity; my knees were knocking together. I stood up long enough to tear off my clothes and then I hunched over her smooth back. My cock slipped in between her thighs and bumped against her wet mound.
"OOOOOOH!" she crooned, clamping her thighs tight around my flopping cock.
I shoved my prick in and out of the slick thighs, digging the slimy feel of her cunt lips as they slobbered over the top of it. Then I drew back, hauled her cheeks apart, and edged my cock forward. When I had the pulsing head centered in the pink hole, I paused, panting.
She didn't pause an instant. With hard back flips of the ass, she drove my cock deep in her cunt. It was like being eaten alive by a starving beast. From the first lunge, her cunt sputtered and farted. The spray of funky nectar had my pubes sopping in no time and rivers of juice ran down the backs of her thighs. I warmed up to the task instantly, and began giving her a good hard screw. Tip to root thrusts that sent her butt jiggling like a plate full of jell-o.
But the more I fucked her, the looser she got. Her tube expanded at an alarming rate, until I could barely feel any pussy at all. You could've gotten an inflated football into her cunt. I should've figured as much ... any chick who uses a hammer for a dildo...
She was snorting and whinnying, but it was plain that she wasn't getting off. Something had to be done.
I let my cock slide all the way out of her cunt. It was slimy and red and her pussy juice hung from the bulb in a long strand. Making a ring of my thumb and forefinger, I circled her flexing butthole. Then I flipped my hips hard, shoving my cock through the ring and with a smacking sound I burst into her ass.
"OWWWWWW!" she screeched, as slick dick penetrated high into her rectum, stretching her tight ass-hole to the splitting point.
Still pumping cock through the snug sphincter, I leaned down and took hold of her thighs, lifting her up from the floor, tilting her ass for maximum fuck depth. She hung over the floor, held by the cuffs to the end of the bed.
"OH! OH! OH!" she wailed, her noises taking on a new urgency, a new timbre of pain-joy; like growls they sprang from deep in her belly.
I rammed my cock into her hole. The smell of violated butt, the feel of her ass-cheeks bumping into my groin, nearly drove me mad. Her hole began to pucker and suck as I slid it cock. Pucker and suck. The pink ring turned bright red under the power of my thrusts. I drove the ass-hole in on itself on very lunge and drew it far from her butt when I backthrust.
Her whinnying heightened in pitch and tempo. She quivered and squirmed in my hands, giving me all the butt fuck I could handle. For once I was on the right side of the law.
Then, as the fluttering hole, slipped squeaky tight to the base of my cock, I started to come. My knees went to water. I ran my hand over her belly and into the thick bush of pubes. As the hot squirt flew up my tube, I found her hard little clit. I scratched it gently with my nail. And all hell broke loose.
Her ass went berserk. The sphincter spasming like a dying swan, sucking the sperm from my cock. She wailed and screeched, rattling her chains on the bed framme as she came, and came, and came. I filled her butt with spurt. Filled it until the gummy stuff flew out with every back-lunge, until it hung from her reddened ass and dense mat of pussy hair in streamers of milky white.
She relinquished my dick reluctantly. And when I put her back on the floor, she sank to her knees. She was crying like a baby, the come oozing from her ass-hole with every sob.
Suddenly feeling very, very guilty, I said, "Do you want me to unlock the cuffs?"
She looked up at me with her tear-ravaged face and cried, "Oh, please ... not yet ... Oooooooh, not yet!"
Such febrile dementia! It was enough to put bone in any man's cock. My cock glistened as it hung, a limp, but still thick hose, before my balls. The flaring head was besmirched by something brown and nasty. Even as the thought entered my mind, my cock began to pulse and tighten once more. I had a willing captive and a funky dick and I couldn't think of one good reason why they shouldn't get together.
Pumping the rapidly growing shaft through my fist. I approached the weeping woman. I pushed her head back and waved the nasty tool under her nose. She groaned aloud at the sight, nostrils flaring.
"Lick it clean!" I commanded.
With long, ball wrenching slurps, she did just that. I held myself far enough away from her lashing tongue so she had to strain against her chains to make the contact she craved. I wanted to see how badly she wanted a mouthful of cock.
After she'd polished the head until it shone with her drool, I allowed her to give me suck. Her highly skilled lips and tongue slaved over my prick, adoring every greasy inch, every wart, every hair, every pulsing vein. She whispered sloppy words of love to my cock head, murmuring as she swallowed head, shaft, as she regurgitated same from between her trembling lips.
In what seemed like no time at all, she had put wings on my nuts. They were snuggling uptight against the base of my prick, ready to unload another measure of come.
"Time to feed the slave," I grunted as her puffing lips about my cockhead brought me off. I flipped my hips passionately, shoving my cock to the depths of her throat and bashing the spurting head into her epiglottis.
She gargled not sperm, holding her head up eagerly for every throat splitting lunge. Her adam's apple bobbed as she strove to keep up with the torrent filling her gullet. And then the wonderful joy began to fade on me. I caressed her soft black hair as she licked the come from my cock.
Satiated to the depths of my soul, once again I asked her if I could remove the cuffs. She smiled, her face all soft and rosy from her orgasms, and agreed, but only if I re-fastened her to the head of the bed. I did as she asked and then sank down on the bed beside her.
"Why did Ramon let me go?" I asked.
She grinned at me and rattled her chains. "Because you're such a good fuck."
"No, really. I want to know."
She looked at me strangely, as if puzzled. "You didn't hear the news about Sokolow?"
"Sokolow? No, what's he got to do with me?"
She sighed and let her head fall back to the pillow. Her arms were cuffed high over her head and the tension made her big tits jut out tastily. "Just after I left you the word came down. The case was all sewed up and you were innocent. It was that Wondaslick guy, Sokolow, who iced Hidalgo."
"But how'd the cops get onto him?"
"We found him splattered all over the pavement on Market Street. Committed suicide. Jumped from the penthouse. But not before he killed some public relations turkey, Gervis. Homicide figures Sokolow tried for Hidalgo with the fish tank thing, but got the secretary by mistake. When he finally killed Hidalgo, Gervis started to put a blackmail squeeze on him. So he offed Gervis, too.
"They found copies of documents in Sokolow's office that link Hidalgo with the contaminated aerosol scandal ... seems like he engineered the whole thing. Sokolow went nuts when he found out and decided to avenge himself.
"A further check showed the originals of the documents were still in Hidalgo's safe. Homicide says Gervis broke in, photographed the evidence for Sokolow, then after the murder, tried to turn a profit. After Sokolow committed the third murder, of Gervis, he realized he'd never get away with it, so he killed himself."
"Very neat," I said.
"Yep. No loose ends," she agreed.
"Just the way Ramon-likes it ... whether it's true or not."
"What do you mean?" she asked, raising her head.
"I mean, it doesn't make sense that Hidalgo would keep incriminating evidence right in his office safe. It doesn't make sense that a fat cat like Wondaslick Sokolow would do his own killing. He'd hire some out of town talent for the hit. That fish tank thing was not a professional job. Too damn chancey. Even if it would've been a spectacular killing. Pros don't go in for pyrotechnics. They like a nice clean sure-fire hit. In and out and gone."
"The department is satisfied..." she said, shrugging her lovely shoulders.
"Bully for them," I said, reaching for my pants. "Do you want me to let you go now? I got to do some work."
Officer Eva Tang looked up at me from the rumpled bed, that soft glimmer in her eyes. Her lips pursed; she stretched her long body like a cat, arching her back, straining against the cuffs. "Ohhhhh," she cooed. "Just leave the keys on the bed, please."
Some cop!