Agent Swann, FBI: Fucked, Blackmailed, and Impounded

Alone in the kitchen, Kayla leaned back against the wall and exhaled in a deep sigh. What was going on here? She had come over to Tali’s place thinking she’d participate in some harmless ploy to put her snooty friend in her place, and maybe leave Nat with a mark or two by which to remember this day, but now, as she saw it, things had gotten out of hand. Way out of hand.

Involving a real prostitute in her friend’s debasement had been a brilliant move on Joe’s part—one she almost wished she had thought of herself—and she couldn’t deny the immense satisfaction she’d derived from assisting in Natalie’s humiliating ‘makeover’ session. Even the forceful administering of street drugs to the helpless agent had turned her on something fierce, and that was a moment she would no doubt be replaying in her mind over and over for the coming weeks—if not months—whenever she could find a moment to get off to it in the privacy of her bedroom.

However, the sheer vulgarity that followed in its wake had been gut-churning. There was no other word to describe it. That stuff had been taking things one step too far in her book. And yet, seeing her friend get down on her knees and team up with that insufferable whore in giving Joe a double blowjob had been both shocking and… yes, arousing. There was no denying that thought either.

The image of Joe’s big, nasty cock sprung up unbidden in her mind, and she tried, and failed, to push it back down. Kayla had only ever seen and touched black cock before and had been under the impression that the manhoods of her own race were both bigger and more imposing than those of any other ethnicity. That, she realized, was a mindset that now had to be revised. From the glimpses she had gotten of Joe’s equipment, it looked to be surpassing her husband’s by a fair margin in both girth and length—and that of any other black man she had slept with for that matter. Part of her wanted to get back into the living room so she could get a closer look at that giant cock and make a better comparison, but she shook that thought out of her mind and forced her focus back on Natalie.

How long had she waited to see that haughty bitch be taken down off her high horse? Well, now at least that part of Kayla’s vengeful soul had been sated. Or had it? Putting Natalie in her place like that had been a tremendous aphrodisiac, and now that she had gotten a taste of it, she found herself wanting more. It was a dangerous game, one that could lead her down the path of a very unhealthy addiction. But it was also an incredible turn-on; an alluring, dark temptation that she found difficult to resist.

Kayla sighed again. Here she was, alone and left out while the sordid threesome went on in the next room, left with nothing but her smoldering need for sexual company, need of an intensity she hadn’t felt in ages. The question in her mind became: what was she going to do about it? The sensible answer was to simply pick up her things and leave this place the same way she had come—get in her car and drive back to her hotel, wait for a day or two and then go back home and continue her everyday family life as if nothing had happened. But right now, absorbed in the moment, with dirty hormones flooding her brain, Kayla felt anything but sensible.

With her mental resistances crumbling by the minute, Kayla put a hand to her firm, blouse-clad belly and slipped her long fingers underneath the waistband holding up her modest leggings. Her dedication to her duties as a mother, wife, and police officer was such that she tended to wear practical clothes—some might say boring clothes—on any given day, whether at home or on the move. It was a habit she had tried to kick, with little success, and now she wished she had been wearing something sexier. Oh really? And for whom are you dressing up? a small voice at the back of her mind teased. She had no answer to it. Instead, she shoved her questing fingers further down the front of her pants as far as she could reach into the damp, steamy heat that met her there, and then pushed them through the thick jungle of curly pubes, feeling at the meaty folds of her pussy. As expected, she was soaked.

“Oh, God,” she whispered to herself. She was so wet that it felt like someone had drizzled melted butter between her legs. With this much proof to the contrary, how could she deny the intensity of her lust? What was the point in lying to herself and keep trying to pretend she was the good and wholesome cop wife everyone expected her to be?

While her fingers were down there, she took the opportunity to stroke and rub at her swollen clitoris which she had clamped between two knuckles. A gasp and a moan escaped her lips from the sheer intensity of the pleasure that rushed through her. Had she ever been this turned on before in her life? If she had, she was sure she would have remembered it.

But this was all so very wrong, that small voice in her mind interjected. She should not be here, doing these things, feeling these emotions. She was a married woman, with a loving husband, a beautiful daughter, and a nice house in middle-class suburbia. It was a good life, the voice prompted. She would be crazy to risk ruining all that she had built for herself and created together with her family, for nothing more than a foolish romp with a white man she had known for less than a few hours—and a very unattractive man at that. All true, Kayla thought. The small voice made a good point.

Yes, but... another voice continued—this one far more aggressive and impatient—and Kayla gave it room to speak, already knowing what it would say: Her husband was a good man, but he was not the most romantic type. Nor had their sex life approached anything near exciting in years, if it ever had. Still, Kayla had never once cheated on him in their ten-year-long marriage, although the thought had crossed her mind a few times. Would tonight break that long streak of extra-marital chastity? No! The first voice stated. OH, YES! The second one gushed. The intensity of its outburst left her reeling for a moment as she fought for control of her mind.

What was she thinking? Kayla had only ever been interested in black men, and the fat, white redneck in the next room was one of the most repulsive examples of his kind that she had ever seen. And she had seen quite a few specimens of bottom feeders during her career on the Force. But Joe was different, she could tell. Just from talking to him for a while, he had liberated her in a way she had not felt in a long time. They shared the same wicked sense of humor, and despite his many shortcomings, he had a confident way about him that she found incredibly attractive. Since getting married and becoming a mother, her life had become governed by strict routines and procedures bogging her down with ever-present obligations. She could not even remember when she’d had any real time to spend on her own, having given every waking moment of her time to her husband and daughter. Even this weekend trip to see Tali had been planned for ages, which was part of why she had been so ticked off at getting snubbed by her bitchy friend. But now… now was the chance for her to do something for herself for once. She deserved that much, didn’t she?

Throughout her inner debate, Kayla’s hand had never stopped rubbing her sopping cunt, and now those strumming fingers were starting to get her so hot she couldn’t think straight.

“Mmm… yes…” she moaned, inching nearer to an orgasm, the wickedness of cumming in someone else’s apartment with people in the next room fueling her lusts. A muffled, female yelp penetrated her erotic haze, and she felt drawn toward those lewd noises coming from the other room. She pictured the scene playing out in there, and wanted to see it.

Yanking her hand out of her trousers, she placed the wet palm to her nose and inhaled a deep lungful of sex-infused air. The smell of her own horny cunt had always been a strong aphrodisiac to her, but now it was supercharged. Her libido was soaring so high and her pulse racing so fast in her veins that she thought her heart might come out of her chest. Pushing off the wall, she gathered herself enough to move back toward the naughty sounds still playing out in vivid sordidness in her friend’s home, sounding like some pornographic video of a nasty bent.

The living room door remained ajar where she had left it on walking out just minutes ago. She approached the slim opening on silent feet and peered into the room beyond. Her size and build did not make her a stealthy woman, but she did not need to be. She doubted anyone in that room would have heard a bomb going off outside with how engrossed they were in their perversities. Right away, her raging lust soared to new levels, increasing threefold as she beheld the depraved scene playing out within.

Joe still sat in the center of the leather sofa with his fat legs spread wide enough to accommodate the two blonde young women kneeling in between them, both of which were naked as the day they’d been born. With her hair dyed the same platinum tone as the whore beside her, Natalie almost looked like her twin, though on a closer look that was where the resemblance ended. There was just no comparing Trish’s worn-out trashy features with Tali’s natural beauty and grace. Where Trish looked thin and emaciated, almost anorectic, with bones poking out at the points of her hips and every rib visible along her flanks, Natalie had a slender athletic build and smooth curves that showed plenty of toned muscle under a healthy, cream-colored tan. Furthermore, Trish’s slew of tacky tattoos and piercings marring her pale figure made a stark contrast to Natalie’s flawless, silky skin.

Nevertheless, both of the blondes were busy tending to the impressive pole of rising, blood-engorged manhood that jutted out from Joe’s crotch in a thick, oily arc. That ugly meat club ended with a blunt, knobbly mushroom tip with a mottled surface and a too-wide piss slit at the tip that Kayla could spot leaking a viscous, cloudy fluid even from the distance at where she was standing.

The thickness and power of that cock were all the more pronounced when contrasted with the pretty faces of the two women who were nuzzling their features into its low-hanging, hairy ballsack, sniffing and licking at the large testicles like a pair of trained animals. Natalie squatted with her legs spread, one hand grasping the base of the thick man-meat towering above her, the other rutting between her legs as if she enjoyed what she was doing and was trying to get herself off. It was the most obscene position, by far, that Kayla had ever seen her friend in.

Meanwhile, the other whore, the real one, sucked and slurped at Joe’s massive balls on her allotted side of his crotch, leaving trails of shiny spit on his stretched sack. Maintaining eye contact with Joe, she opened her mouth and inhaled one large nut, bouncing it around with her tongue, sucking it in and out of her full lips, bathing it in spit before letting it pop out and flop down to its natural place between his fat thighs.

“Mmmmhh,” Trish cooed. “I just love the taste of sweaty balls.” No sooner had she uttered those words than she bent back down again to slurp up his cooling testicle, once again giving it a warm place to nest in the wet cavity of her mouth.

Natalie was much less enthusiastic in her cock-reverence, Kayla noted, but she did not lag all that far behind in her attentiveness to those shaggy balls. Whether she was coerced or not into doing this was hard to tell, but at this point, Kayla had little doubt the bitch wanted it, even if she wasn’t as proficient at sucking cock as the experienced hooker right next to her. Though in her personal opinion, none of them were doing a very good job at it. Just looking at that neglected tower of majestic cock flesh pointing up at the ceiling made her mouth water. Those feeble little strokes that Natalie’s hand was giving it as she sucked scrotum weren’t nearly enough to satisfy such a prominent piece of manhood, Kayla knew, even going so far as to roll her eyes at the insufficient skill being demonstrated by her so-called friend.

At that moment, Kayla knew exactly what she was going to do. No decision in her life had ever been clearer. Taking a deep breath, the whole of her powerful body shuddering with lust from head to toe, she stood up straight, pushed open the door to the living room, and marched inside.

* * *

“Go on agent, finger-fuck that naughty cunt while you suck my balls. You too, whore. Give me what I paid for. I want to hear how hungry your cunts are for my cock,” Joe instructed the two kneeling blondubines, his wide grin showing just how much he enjoyed lording it over them.

Natalie winced at those words even as her fingers kept rubbing at the bare pussy lips between her spread legs, trying to coax some moisture from the dry cave. The low squat she had adopted was a lewd enough pose to make her blush even had she been alone in the room, but with two witnesses to gloat over her naked and exposed body, the shame of it was near unbearable. Part of her almost wished she could get off on this sick shit in some way. She had even tried to turn her thoughts in that direction as the pleasure might make her shame easier to bear, but it was no use. There was just no way she could force herself to get turned on by any of this stuff. Instead, she was left having to endure it as best she could.

With Joe’s legs spread wide enough for both of them to access his balls, the two fake blondes still had to sit close to one another side by side, Natalie shuddering as one side of her arm and body slid against the soft, naked skin of another woman. It was far too intimate for her to be comfortable with, especially in this perverted setting, though compared to everything else that was going on she supposed it should have been trivial.

The situation was not made any better by her having to listen to the wanton whore slurping and sucking Joe’s hairy balls right next to her, the whore SHE had paid for with her own money to please the walrus of a man ruling over them from HER sofa. At regular intervals, Trish would pause her enthusiastic sucking to urge Natalie to tighten up her game with a stern look and a slap to the back of her head. They were in this together, after all, and the whore would not tolerate any slacking on her companion’s part. The rude slaps drove Natalie’s face closer to the stinking, low-hanging testicle that bloated the bottom of the wrinkled sack dangling right in front of her. It was nasty, nauseating work, but so far Nat had held up her end of the deal and done her best to provide those balls with sufficient oral stimulation, or at the very least as much of it as her stomach could handle.

After a while, Trish seemed to have had enough of her unwilling blowjob-twin’s antics. She grabbed Joe’s cock in one skillful hand while she elbowed Natalie out of the way and took both of his testicles at once inside her mouth as if to show her cock-pleasing partner how it was done by a professional. She sucked on them hard, applying a tight but gentle vacuuming effect at the same time, her agile tongue slobbering over the twin bulges stuffing her cheeks. Her skinny hand was dainty in comparison to Joe’s big cock, but she pumped the veined shaft in a steady rhythm above her head with the skill and ardor befitting an experienced woman of the streets. The tip of his cock leaked precum down on Trish’s hand, the messy fluid sticking between her slim fingers like proof of her masterful wanking technique.

With twin testicles stuffing her mouth to capacity, Trish breathed out of her nose in loud snorts, one hand still working away on that stiff cock. Her eyes watered from the exertion, running her mascara, which only added to her whorish aura. Though somehow it didn’t seem to diminish or change her appearance all that much. Natalie guessed the girl was simply a natural at her trade.

Letting the slobber-soaked balls pop out of her mouth and fall back against Joe’s crotch with a wet slap, Trish turned to Natalie with a sly grin, excess saliva dribbling down her chin. “Think you can do better than that?”

The whore’s breath stank of sweaty balls. Natalie winced at the lewd dare, but she did not want to let herself be outdone by a mere prostitute, even at this sick game. She turned her nose up and snorted, “That shouldn’t be hard. I didn’t see you do anything I couldn’t have done in my sleep.”

It was foolish to taunt the whore this way, a bit childish even, but her competitive nature would not let her give in to Trish’s challenge without a fight to prove that she was just as good as that insolent bitch, if not better, at pleasing a man. So, ignoring the part of her brain that told her it was folly to think she could compete with a professional prostitute in her own area of expertise, not to mention having to perform this task for the added benefit of her fat nemesis, Nat bent to the task set before her.

Holding the steel-hard cock aloft and out of the way with one slim-fingered hand, she extended her tongue as far out as she could and drew it in a long, slow lick from the base of the sweaty, crinkle-haired nutsack and all the way up to the juncture where it transitioned into the meaty cock shaft. The familiar Joe-stink mixed with the slimy residue of Trish’s whore slobber—which her tongue had picked up on the way—made her shiver inside, but being far too proud to let her discomfort show, she swallowed the mess and went back down for another go at those big balls.

No wonder he produces so much sperm with these massive jizz-factories, she thought as she circled her tongue underneath them, feeling their weight push down on her oral muscle until it got too tired from the effort of holding them up.

As much as she tried not to inhale through her nose, the stench was so overpowering that her head swam with it, no matter how she adjusted her breathing pattern. The air around her was thick with a shimmering haze of combined body heat and steamy, stinky cock.

As if to initiate the next part of her challenge, Trish suddenly bumped Natalie aside to make some space for herself, and then pushed her face deep into Joe’s scrotum, taking a good, long, lung-bursting sniff at those filthy balls.

“Oh, fuck,” she gasped, coming up for air. “They smell so rank! I can’t get enough of ‘em.”

Natalie, not about to get bested in this filthy game, feeling she had won the first round already, or at least tied it, wedged her nose right into the same crevice as Trish’s face had just occupied, taking an even bigger whiff of the male crotch fumes. To keep up the show, she moaned in an exaggerated manner, as if she had just inhaled ambrosia, not enjoying the rotten smell in the least, but wanting to belittle the haughty whore’s efforts any way she could.

Trish would not have any of it. “That would never do,” she tut-tutted in a voice sounding much more serious and lecturing all of a sudden. “Anyone can see you’re faking it from a mile away. Remember, the client is your master. You do whatever he demands of you, or you don’t get paid. He’s paying for a night to remember, and you’d better give that to him. More often than not, he will want you to do what his wife or girlfriend would never do for him. That’s now your job. Your duty is to provide him with that experience, whether it’s real or not. You’re not a total loss, I admit. That natural cute look you got going is something most men would like, but you have a long way to go before you’d make it on the street, girl.”

Natalie sat back, a baffled look on her spit-smeared face. Being instructed on how to best whore herself out—by the real deal no less—was beyond insulting. She did not even know how to respond to that. Besides, what the hell was going on here? She had thought they were engaged in some sort of stupid competition, and now it turned out Trish had been mentoring her all along in the art of prostitution? This whole thing was just so ridiculous. She felt silly, embarrassed, and angry all at the same time. Then another thought hit her like a ton of bricks. Was Joe going to sell her to other men? Was that what this was all about? Was that why he had this bitchy whore teaching her about the less-than-glorious ways of life on the street? She still couldn’t see his long-term plans for her or where all this debauchery was going, and perhaps she never would understand it. But she knew one thing; these depravities would never be part of her dignified persona. She may have to endure these sick orgies and kinky shenanigans for some time to come, but she would never let it break her and turn her into one of these perverts. She’d die before that happened.

Joe leaned back in his seat with a deep exhale conveying nothing but the purest of pleasures a man could enjoy. This was the longest session of a double ball worship he had ever received, and it might have been the best one to boot. After having two eager tongues tending to his crotch nonstop for almost fifteen minutes, his balls may never have been cleaner than they were at that moment, and as an added side effect, his cock was now so hard that it ached. Like a rod of solid, red-hot steel had grown out from his body. Reaching down to place one hand on each blonde head, he pushed them both away from him, freeing his ball sack from their warm mouths with two soft, wet pops.

“That’s good, whores, real good. But now I have another suck toy that needs some attention,” he said, indicating his rising meat tower.

As usual, Trish was the first to react, reaching up to grab the base of the hard cock with her girlish hand. She raised herself up so that her lips were level with his bloated cockhead and fixed Joe with the sultriest bedroom eyes she could muster while her tongue began to circle the tip in slow, teasing laps.

“Oooh, Daddy, won’t you make your little girl happy with that big cock of yours, hmm, pleeease?” she cooed in a too-high voice, making her sound ten years younger.

Natalie grimaced and rolled her eyes. Did that daddy stuff still work on men? It seemed like such a worn-out cliché to her. Apparently, it did, because when she turned back to watch the show again, Trish had already gone to work, her pink-painted, girlish lips sliding up and down Joe’s shaft, faster and faster, his cock plunging in and out of her expert mouth like a piston in its tight sheath. In regard to its sheer rawness, it was the most intense blowjob Natalie had ever witnessed. Not that she had seen all that many before, but this time she had a front seat to a pro in action. On a subconscious level, her womanly libido started to pick up on the subtle nuances of Trish’s efforts, her brain filing away a bag of little tips and tricks that she might come to use in future relationships. She had not even realized what she was doing until it hit her like a slap to the face, making her turn away in disgust. But that proved to be exactly the wrong thing to do.

“No! You look at me and learn, cunt meat! Don’t you dare turn your eyes away even for a second,” Trish admonished after pulling her suck-face off Joe’s cock. The vehemence in her voice startled Nat, who could only stare wide-eyed at the lewd blowjob resuming mere inches from her nose moments after that sudden outburst. And once she had started looking in earnest, it was hard to turn away, even without Trish’s commands prodding her to obey. Watching those skillful lips slide up and down the thick, veined shaft again and again from so close up a vantage point was almost hypnotizing. Natalie had to admit Trish was good at her job. She slurped at that fat cock head until her spit ran in slippery rivers down the thick, pulsing shaft, her slobber collecting in the forest of pubes encircling Joe’s lower crotch, matting the dark curls to his skin. And it just went on and on, with the whore showing no signs of tiring at her vulgar job. She probably had well-developed muscle groups for this kind of exercise, Natalie mused.

“Open your mouth agent,” Joe instructed, scowling as Natalie’s luscious lips trembled a bit with indecision. What now? She wondered as she shied back with a sour look on her face. After a while, she did part her lips a bit, but her meager effort wasn’t enough to satisfy his demand.

Seeing the whore-in-training’s hesitation, Trish pulled her head off Joe’s cock, smiled at Swann as if she knew exactly what the problem was, and grabbed a handful of blonde-dyed hair at the back of Natalie’s head, securing it in her patented whore-jitsu grip, and then twisted hard enough so that her mouth had no choice but to open wider. Only then did she lean over her wannabe twin’s upturned face and let the cum and slime she had gathered from her sloppy blowjob dribble out between her lips in a long, thick strand, transferring the gooey load right into the waiting mouth as if vacating her waste into a human spittoon.

Joe grinned at the nasty show and rewarded Trish’s initiative with a firm smack to her tattooed ass, simultaneously reminding her not to forsake her own duties. With a small yelp, she leaned over and took his cock back into her mouth. Natalie stared up at her fat tormentor, an indignant expression on her face, before she closed her mouth and swallowed Trish’s cock-flavored spit with a shudder. No sooner had the slimy goop disappeared down her throat than Joe put his ass-smacking hand on the back of Nat’s head.

“My balls are getting cold.”

As Natalie opened her empty mouth to warm them, like the obedient little slut she had apparently now become, she wondered for the hundredth time how the hell she was going to get herself out of this mess, which just seemed to get worse and worse.

* * *

The sloppy sound of female fingers driving in and out of wet pussies, interspersed with the slathering of tongues and the slick jacking of a hard cock, all mixed in a naughty chorus in Kayla’s ears as she strode into the living room and came to stand in front of Joe, her tall form overlooking the vulgar scene with a sly grin on her face. This was even worse than she had imagined it in the kitchen, and she liked what she saw. She liked it a lot.

Joe looked up from the pleasant sight of two blonde heads devoted to servicing his cock and balls to find Kayla walk back into the room. The towering Negress had a determined look fixed on her strong features and she covered the distance between them in a mere three or four confident strides.

“Hey, I thought you…” Joe began but then silenced himself as Kayla dropped to her knees before him. Demonstrating the power contained in her beefy arms, she shoved the two other girls aside like a pair of dumb rag dolls, ignoring their cries of protest as they tumbled over in two heaps of naked slut flesh on the floor. Not even sparing the two indignant blondes a glance, she reached out to grasp the base of Joe’s manhood in a vise-like hold, her eyes fixing him with a predatory glare; a hungry tigress claiming her meal.

For a split second, Joe considered reaching for the small blackjack sap he had hidden between the sofa seats and clubbing the cop over the head before she could bite his dick off. But then his cock overruled that option and allowed Kayla to continue with whatever this interruption of hers was all about. Joe did not have much in the way of substance to argue that decision. Something about this black cop’s body language told him he was in for a pivotal moment in his collected history of eroticism.

Joe swallowed hard as Kayla tightened her grip even further around his shaft, her almond-shaped eyes glowing like dark embers. Her strong fingers were a mold of solid steel around his cock, making him wonder if she intended to just rip it off and chew it up. It was unlike anything he had experienced before with a woman, and he found the threat oddly appealing.

Her confidence was an unspoken challenge to his dominant masculinity, and it was a challenge he was more than willing to take her up on, even if she hadn’t intended it as such. She may not know it, but the bold cop was playing a dangerous game here. So far, no woman who stirred his passions this way had ended up in a good spot. The slow smile that spread upon Joe’s spit-flecked lips at that moment promised all sorts of nasty deeds to befall the dark beauty kneeling before him should she continue on her course and consummate her cock-hungry desires.

Kayla stared at the massive penis hovering in front of her face. It was so large and thick, its surface marbled with bulging veins, the whole length of it coated in a slick layer of spit and throat mucus from that blonde whore’s attentions. It was the ugliest cock she had ever seen, and yet somehow the most attractive one at the same time. Her mouth salivated with the anticipation of tasting its filthy musk.

A pearl of cloudy precum had emerged from the wide piss slit at the top, no doubt squeezed out from the firm grip she maintained around its base. The drop slid down the shaft at a snail’s pace, and her eyes followed its path as it snaked amid the twisted network of veins and bumps. When it reached the halfway point, Kayla leaned in to lap it up with a quick swipe of her tongue, pulling it into her mouth. She closed her eyes for a second to savor the salty, musky tang, letting it spread on her palate before swallowing. Yes, she decided, she wanted more of that. Much more.

His fat, sweaty balls lay on the leather surface of the couch, so heavy with maleness they looked like hairy, miniature coconuts. The sack of scrotum skin was all wrinkled and slick with the worshipful spit of his twin blonde concubines. All around his crotch, the air shimmered with the heady heat of male musk.

Kayla was a formidable woman, confident and self-sufficient to the extent that her male admirers were often afraid to approach such a sassy, soulful minx, especially when in uniform. Yet here she was, on her knees, admiring white cock and balls. Degrading as it was, she couldn’t look away. She loved sex, including the smell of it, and this was the strongest, most pheromone-loaded cock stink she had ever inhaled.

Despite his unfavorable appearance, Joe had a masculine appeal to him, a raw sexual energy that made Kayla weak in the knees and eager to please. The thick, heavy ball musk must have contained some type of aphrodisiac that left her helpless to resist their pull. What else could explain the rush of undiluted fuck-lust that flooded her brain at that moment? It had to be something more primitive and debased than her default line of thinking.

The mere sight of the cock mesmerized her; it looked so white in her hand, contrasting with the darker skin of her fingers like some forbidden union of body parts, and it drove her wild in a way that no cock of her own skin color ever had. The network of veins carrying blood to that shaft throbbed under her grip, and in her randy state, even that small detail excited her. She was suddenly overtaken by a wild urge to ride him and his big cock, to feel that hard rod deep-seated in her cunt, plundering her Nubian womb for its hidden treasures.

Joe had a hard time believing the sudden change of personality in this powerful, married woman, but far be it from him to question his good fortune. If Kayla wanted to get her rocks off by joining their little threesome and snatching a part of the action for herself, he wasn’t going to stop her. He recognized a bored, sex-starved housewife when he saw one, and despite her cool attitude and stoic, do-good demeanor, Kayla fit the stereotype to perfection. Still, he hadn’t expected this rapid turn of events and needed a moment to gather himself in order to take full advantage of it. The hot black cop kneeling between his legs made it hard for him to focus, however.

Kayla’s wet tongue swiping across his cock caused him to groan; a guttural growl that increased in volume when those smoldering eyes flicked up to fix him with a sultry, dark velvet stare that promised nothing but hot, ravenous pleasure to come. He broke that gaze to look down at the dark-hued hand that squashed his manhood and noticed the golden wedding band around her finger. The sight of that inviolable symbol pressed against his filthy cock sent a perverse tremor through his bulk—a thrill that only increased in intensity as she began to jerk him off with slow, tight strokes, squeezing his cock slime through the tight spaces between her fingers and further besmirching her ring.

Natalie could not believe what was happening. First, Kayla had betrayed her by siding with Joe in his torments against her, and now she was down on her knees, admiring his cock and getting ready to suck it. And from what she could tell, she was doing it of her own free will. This was the ultimate betrayal of their friendship, and Natalie could not see a way forward for the two of them after this. It crushed her heart into an even tighter little ball inside her chest.

Joe’s eyes remained riveted on Kayla’s beautiful hands, her flashing wedding ring gleaming in the overhead light, and his swollen cock head, engorged and purple with trapped blood from her death grip. And then, moving as if in slow-motion, the dark beauty leaned her head forward and sank his shaft—still spit-slick and warmed up from his blonde fluffers—as deep into her oral cavern as she could manage, swallowing his rock-hard erection between those full, African lips he had lusted after ever since first laying eyes on the intimidating cop. The sexual rapture that gripped him along with her scalding mouth seemed to encompass the entirety of his fat, flabby body, making him shudder.

It was Kayla’s first time sucking white cock, and the experience was not altogether pleasant for her, though she assumed it had more to do with Joe’s personal hygiene, or lack of it, rather than the color of his skin. Still, she took pride in hearing his pig-like grunts and feeling the little twitches in his thighs and cock shaft as she laved that stiff pole with her tongue, proving she was doing a good job. Soon, she was taking him deep enough into her mouth for him to poke at the entrance of her throat, and readied herself to go even deeper.

The initial shock of having the black woman police officer’s hot mouth envelop his manhood turned into an intense rush as she applied suction worthy of the best. It would seem Kayla’s cocksucking skills were as solid and powerful as the rest of her, going for raw power rather than finesse. The sensation was so intense that Joe almost came within the first few seconds of her incredible performance. Only with the aid of a mental distraction did he manage to hold back the rising wave from cresting.

The smacking, slurping sounds of Kayla’s intense sucking echoed throughout the room, and Joe’s two blondubines watched the show from the sidelines in awed silence. Natalie wore an expression on her pretty face conveying pure disgust mixed with surprise at her friend’s lewd behavior, while Trish looked more than a little annoyed from having her work interrupted with such rudeness, her angry blue eyes searching for a way back into the action, but not daring to challenge her much bigger and stronger opponent for the prime seat at the table.

Having reestablished some control over his racing libido, Joe returned his attention to the naughty cop occupying that coveted seat between his legs. Kayla had thick, woolly black hair arranged in a multitude of interwoven braids that added to her exotic look, and he sank his hands into that frizzy jumble to play with it, feeling its texture, tracing its length. Her hair was both coarse and soft at the same time, so different from Natalie’s silky strands or Trish’s hairspray-laden mop. Establishing a firmer hold with his fat fingers, interlacing them within those taut braids, he used the grip to guide her head wherever he wanted it to go, taking a firmer command of the strong-willed officer. He needed to make sure she did not overstay her welcome. He’d been lenient with her, letting her call the shots, but now it was time to turn the tables and find out what she was really made of. He tightened his grip even further on her hair, yanking her head up and looked her hard in the eyes.

“Take your hand off my cock and put it behind your back,” he said in a gruff voice. “Both of them,” he added, watching with thrilled satisfaction as the tough police officer obeyed his command. Without taking her mouth off his cock, even for a second, she pulled both of her muscular arms away to place her hands at the small of her back, her broad shoulders widening even more and her busty chest jumping into view from the strained posture. He let his eyes feast on the sight she presented, licking his lips and making no attempt to hide his sexual hunger for her assets, wondering what she looked like underneath that plain, goody-two-shoes shirt and pants she seemed so fond of wearing.

The sight of her full lips sliding up and down his shaft was captivating, as was the contrast of his mottled pallidness next to her smooth, ebony skin. He could well picture that dusky, stoic cop face having stared down many a lowlife criminal as she arrested them. Perhaps with a small smirk on those thick lips as she snapped her handcuffs onto some poor thug’s wrists behind his back. Oh yes, that tough face with its proud and noble African features would look quite good with his white trash seed splattered all over it, marking her as his property. On an impulse, he decided to test that theory.

With a sharp twist of his wrist, he yanked his cock out from the strong grip of Kayla’s lips and let his heavy, spit-wet shaft come to rest on her upturned face, its length such that his piss hole almost poked her in one amber eye. Maintaining his grip on Kayla’s hair, he pushed her down lower, making her sink into a spread-kneed, ass-on-calves position, and stroked his length in front of her eyes, milking himself over her as if her black face was a waiting cum rag. He slid his hand from mid-shaft to tip, jerking himself off until a watery jet of precum lanced from his piss slit in a diagonal across Kayla’s cock-struck eyes, the end of it landing in her thick black hair. Sneering down at her, Joe confirmed his cum did indeed look good on that dark, fine-structured cop face, even if it was just a preview of what he had to offer.

“That’s it, you dirty bitch,” Joe said as he pulled his hips back, letting his member drag down across her features so that it left a slimy trail on her brown cheek. “Wear my seed on that proud police face.”

When his cock head reached her plump lips, he once more edged toward her and pumped his hips at her waiting head. Without much resistance, the upper half of his shaft sank back into her warm, welcoming mouth. She even resumed her tight sucking as if the humiliating intervention had never happened and the cock smears that now decorated her face had always been there.

“Oh yeah, you know just how to use that filthy cop tongue, don’t you?” Joe pressed. “Squeeze my cock with your fat jungle bunny lips, you African cow,” he blurted, though in the heat of the moment, he had not considered that the object of his verbal abuse was holding his most valued body part between a set of very gleaming, very sharp white teeth right as he dropped that damning insult.

Luckily for him, she did not bite down.

The crude racial slurs should have stirred her anger, as they would certainly have done in any normal situation. But for some inexplicable reason, Kayla found herself even more turned on by the nasty, degrading words aimed at her person. She had never suspected the submissive side of herself, at least not to this level, but she loved the thrill it gave her. Instead of lashing out at him with a verbal comeback or even a tight fist to his ugly mug, she clenched her wrists tighter behind her back, opened her mouth wider, and took him even deeper into her throat, face-fucking herself on his cock as if it was the hottest thing she had ever done in her life, which it very well may have been.

Her aching cunt was on fire as she gagged, coughed, and sputtered her way down that thick shaft, but she kept up her punishing pace, impaling her head on his cock again and again until she almost passed out from lack of oxygen. She had never engaged in oral sex like this before, and it turned her on like crazy. A slippery mix of his salty precum and her own spit filled her mouth, and as he stirred that soup with his cock, it slopped out over her face in thick, frothy strands that streaked her dark-skinned cheeks and were left dangling off her chin.

Despite the fact that she was fully clothed, Kayla, at that point, looked sexier to Joe than both of his naked blonde whores put together. He had to admit he was intrigued by this statuesque, dark beauty in a way that set her apart from the other members of his growing law-enforcer harem. Once primed for service, she would be a great addition to his stable of cop-cunts for sure. He smiled as he thought of the cameras he had installed to overlook the scene while Natalie was out shopping. The tiny new toys, courtesy of his daughter, had been easy to set up in hidden positions on the back edges of the sofa. She was such a clever techie, his kitten. What would he do without her? He had put the cameras up for fun to see if they worked as advertised, and so far none of the women seemed the wiser of their existence. He had never expected THIS to happen though. Kayla’s sudden turnabout was quite the gem, and he could only hope that the cameras would capture her voluntary self-debasement with their smart-focus.

The more he saw of Kayla, the more he wanted to keep her for later, but in order to catch and control her, as he had done with Swann, he had to have something he could hold over her head. A dirty porn movie, like the one she was unknowingly doing her best to star in right now, was a great start. He couldn’t believe he was going to pull off the same trick twice. Tricking Agent Swann had been a planned endeavor and had taken some finicking, but this one fell into place all by itself. Well, Joe Carter had never been a man to reject a free lunch, figurative or otherwise, so for the moment he leaned back and enjoyed the ride.

“She sucks cock just like you do, like an absolute whore,” Joe said to Trish as he ruffled the top of Kayla’s braided hair, his cock still lodged in her warm, spit-rich mouth. “One might say that the po-po outperforms the ho-ho...”

That got Trish going. “Why do you keep calling her a cop? The fuckin’ darkie’s a pig too? Are you telling me I’ve been under the same roof as TWO fucking pigs? No wonder it smelled so bad in here,” she started to rave.

Joe rolled his eyes. “You’re not that quick to catch on, are you blondie? Dumb cunt can’t even recognize a copper when she’s right in front of her...”

Trish blushed at those words, realizing she HAD been a bit slow, or perhaps too distracted, to figure things out. Her practiced whore senses could usually smell cops from a mile away, but somehow Kayla’s mean-streaked attitude earlier toward her shorter pig friend had thrown her off the scent. But if what Joe said was true, and Kayla really was with the fuzz, his words bashed with double strength against her hooker pride. A pig giving better head than SHE—the best mouth in the South quarter district? Impossible.

Trish had given thousands of blowjobs in her life. She was known for her world-class head all around town. Men came from far and wide to enjoy her oral services, or so she liked to believe. She would take every inch of her John, talk dirty to him, and control his cock like an experienced pilot working a flight stick. By the end, no matter the size of his cock or his wallet, he would be putty in her hands, dumping cash on her like he’d won the lottery. A pig, a black pig, outperforming that? Yeah, right!

Ignoring Trish and her inner whore debate, Joe turned his attention back to the kneeling powerhouse between his fat, spread legs. As incredible as Kayla’s mouth felt around his cock, he wanted to see how far he could push her and test her resilience. He grabbed his cock at its base and pulled himself out from her full, dark lips with an audible pop and accompanying spatter of saliva.

“Tell me, have you ever been cock-slapped before, officer? Anyone beat that smirk off your pig face with his dick while on patrol? No? Well, then, perhaps it’s time you get to know what that feels like, hmm?”

Kayla looked up at the fat, ugly brute in silence while he degraded her with his nasty words—words that hurt, but also drove her libido to volcanic levels. Again, she could not remember ever being this horny in her life, and her lust just seemed to grow and grow. The things he said were terrible to a rational mind, but she could not find anything to say or do in response except to sit there and take it, bask in the humiliation of it all, and revel in how wet and needy her cunt was—a cunt whose lusty desires were turning her more and more into a helpless slave with every passing minute. She should put an end to this, stand up and leave, or at least assert herself in some way, but the problem was she did not want to. Not yet, anyway. She needed more of this abuse to sate the long-denied, dark urges raging within her depraved soul. So she kept holding on to the opposite elbow behind her back and stretched her neck out to put her face at a better angle for what was coming next.

“Yes…” she breathed, swallowing hard,“...I should get... cock-slapped, like the dirty pig I am. I do w-want to feel what it’s like.”

“Then take it, pig!” Grabbing Kayla’s hair with one hand, and the base of his hard cock in the other, Joe used the thick shaft as a club to bat the humiliated officer’s face on each side, alternating between slapping her cheeks, chin, nose, forehead, and even her ears until every surface of her coffee-colored features were spattered with a mixture of her own spit and his cock slime. To his continued delight, she just sat there and took the degrading treatment, her smoldering amber eyes blinking with each impact of pale white cock against rich brown Nubian skin, an equal measure of arousal and shame etched on her chiseled visage.

As he peppered her with more blunt, degrading slaps, Kayla rubbed her thighs together, using the overwhelming sensation of being disciplined and controlled to kindle a climax that would burn out of control. And after a few more cockslaps she couldn’t resist its beckoning call. She had always loved rough sex, even though her husband would not give it to her, and this was the roughest and most forbidden encounter she’d ever had. Her inner thighs were soaked as her body shuddered to a powerful orgasm. As she creamed herself, squirting right through her tight leggings, and struggling to hold back her orgasmic face from betraying what had just happened in front of everyone in the room, she realized that this was a first for her. She had never cum without physical stimulation before, and sometimes even that had not been enough. Now, this brute of a man—a white man nonetheless—had made her climax without anything even having touched her pussy, using only his degrading treatment of her as stimulation, as if he knew exactly which buttons to push, and in which order. The power he held over her was both amazing and frightening.

“What’s the matter, officer? Feeling horny? Want something in that wet black cunt of yours?” Joe pushed. Her teeth were clenched, the dickslaps having brought a livid color to her smooth, dark cheeks, and yet she looked magnificent.

But as he yanked on Kayla’s thick hair, trying to boss her around, he found that she was not as easy to control as one of the blonde girls. Her strong neck muscles resisted his pull, the hard tugs on her scalp resulting in little actual movement of her head. Clearly, he had much less leverage on Kayla than on any of the two girls waiting by his feet. He needed to be more careful around the big cop. Dominating Kayla would be a far more difficult challenge than taking Swann had been. Not only did she possess a near-indomitable spirit from what he had seen of her so far, despite her current show of submission, but she was also his physical superior. One swing from that black Amazon’s powerful arms and it would be lights out. He might be heavier than her by a few pounds, but despite the natural advantages afforded him by being a man, she was still the stronger. Where he was fat and pushy, she was all muscle and grit.

Physical domination and superior mental strength; In Swann’s case, both methods had served his purpose well, and had combined to break down the agent’s defenses enough for him to trap her in his web. But with Kayla, a different approach was in order if he was to enslave the dark-skinned warrior to his service. With her strong persona and toughened body, he would have to use guile rather than brute force. He would have to break down her inner resistance and play on her weaknesses, a few of which she had already revealed. He could do this, but it had to be done with great caution. One misstep and her 180 pounds of pure muscle would come crashing down on him with feral vengeance.

Looking down, Joe saw a distinct damp spot on Kayla’s pants where her pussy had soaked the stretchy material. For it to show that well through the sturdy cloth, she must be drenched. Her thick thighs trembled from her excitement, and the look in her eyes was that of a desperate woman, a bitch in heat who would do just about anything for a hard cock between her legs. Had she just cum? He had seen that look before and knew how to use that primal arousal against a woman. But no matter how horny she was now, it would be temporary. Once it passed, she would be back to her normal, stone-faced self—much more difficult to manipulate. If he was going to do something to cement his power over her, then now was the time, when she was at her weakest.

“Well, then, if you want more, let’s get you in the mood, officer,” Joe said. He snapped his fingers in front of the kneeling blonde whore at his side, the real one.

“Trish! Get the blow and lay this pig a line.”

At this, Trish’s narrowed eyes lit up with a sadistic gleam. Seeing her chance to have some fun with the big bad black pig, she took off on light, bare feet to find her glittering purse and the many bags of wonder stashed within.

Kayla sat back on her heels and wiped a hand across her drool-slick chin. It was the first time since being ordered to ‘air cuff’ herself that she had removed her hands from their place at her back, but she figured she had earned the break. She was still in a tizzy, driven wild with desire and the inappropriateness of her feelings. Kayla hated and loved it at the same time. She felt out of control and endangered as if she was riding a rollercoaster. But on this ride, there were no brakes or safety belts.

Her thick, dusky cunt lips slid against each other in the front of her pants, showing a fat camel toe through the material which had stretched tight across her groin from her kneeling. Her orgasm had produced a conspicuous stain that darkened the tan fabric in a growing circle around her pussy, making it impossible for her to hide her arousal. The sight of it made her blush, but she kept her legs spread, knees touching the floor in a wide stance for balance. She tried to avoid eye contact with Natalie, who sat naked beside the sofa in a similar pose, also quiet and waiting. After the show that Kayla had just put on, she found it hard to criticize her friend for her lewd adventures with this fat pig of a man. If anything, she now understood why and how Tali had fallen for him, much like she herself had done. Or was that really what was happening here? It couldn’t be. There had to be some other explanation for her uncharacteristic behavior. Looking deep within herself, Kayla knew the answer to her question, though she did not want to admit it.

Most people knew her as a dignified mother and respectable wife, but Kayla had not always been that person. In her younger days, she had been quite the slut, and on several occasions she had been with more than one guy at the same time, often engaging in unprotected sex. It had been a reckless life that had led to an early pregnancy which she had carried to term. The birth of her daughter had been the start of her new life, and she had been on the straight and narrow ever since, fighting hard to make a life for herself and her baby girl. Growing up in the Projects was not what she wanted for her child, so she studied hard to make it through college and then took up her calling as a Police Officer and got to tackling the herculean task of cleaning up her neighborhood. It had been a good and honest, if sometimes very difficult life. But it had been right.

Until tonight, that was. At first, Kayla had not wanted to believe it, but now her inner slut, that other part of herself she had thought long dead, had once more reared her horny head. And after years of abstinence, she was starving. As much as Kayla enjoyed her settled family life and considered those younger days of debauchery long gone, what she now felt as she contemplated her destiny, was an inner stirring, like a vibrating force in her cunt.

But big dick was not her only vice resurfacing tonight.

Kayla needed no introduction to coke, and though she hadn’t done drugs in a long time, something burned inside her to escape the regulated, plastic life she was leading both at work and at home. Yes, she liked that life and found a certain comfort in its day-to-day drudgery, but it was also stifling at times, and of late she had found herself longing for some action, even beyond the occasional danger her job as a police officer provided.

As Joe scooted forward to the edge of the sofa, straightening up so that his hard cock extended in a horizontal line from his crotch, Kayla encouraged him with a wry smile. That length of hard cock flesh made for a perfect serving surface, and Kayla knew exactly what he had in mind.

Soon, Trish returned from her foray and wiggled a small bag in her fingers, looking even more predatory than normal with an extra-toothy grin splitting her face. She knelt down beside Joe and tipped the bag at an angle to lay two straight lines of snow along the length of his stiff cock, and then handed Kayla a rolled-up fifty-dollar bill—one of the two she had received from Natalie as payment for her whoring services earlier.

Kayla watched the drug laid out in front of her in the lewd manner befitting a hardcore addict. Her cunt had stirred to life again and flooded her system with lustful hormones as her eyes beheld the white powder that had once dominated her young life. Now she was again confronted with the dark temptation she had so long denied herself. Her amber eyes glittered with perverted lust as she leaned forward and pressed one finger to the side of her nose, shutting one nostril closed while leaving the other one wide open. Emptying her lungs of air, she paused for a brief second to indulge the moment, and then snorted each line at a time, going from the tip of the cock and down to its base, and then back up again on the other side, alternating nostrils and making sure she got the lot by sucking the cock afterward to absorb any remnants with her tongue. By the time the second line had disappeared up her twitching nose, she was well on her way to a high of ecstatic proportions.

Joe groaned with lustful desire. Watching the prim and proper police officer snort coke up her wide, black nostrils like it was candy—and straight off his cock no less—had gotten him in the mood for some true perversions. This powerful black bitch had proven to be far more than she seemed, and he loved that about her. He couldn’t wait to shove his cock inside her strong body and find out what it felt like to have that big black cunt of hers squeeze down on him.

Kayla tossed her head back and made a stupid grin at the ceiling as she basked in the veritable ocean of endorphins inundating her brain. How she had missed that rush! It was as if a lost piece of her soul had been put back together inside her. How could she have denied herself this pleasure for so long? Filled with abundant energy and confidence, she stood up to her full height and assumed a wide-legged stance before the sofa and its single occupant, looking down at Joe with a wild expression on her drugged-up face. Should she fuck that pathetic white loser now and take her pleasure from his big, nasty cock? Or should she leave this place and go do something truly crazy, like in the old days? Jacked up on coke, her blazed brain couldn’t decide. What she did know was that she wasn’t going to take another word of his racist, honky-tonk bullshit.

Thinking the big girl was aiming to offer herself up for that coveted fuck next, Joe gathered himself and stood up after Kayla so he could face the tall cop at eye level, his still-hard cock almost poking her in the belly. They were of similar height but of very different builds; Joe showing rolls of flabby fat around his waist and jowls while Kayla was pure, glorious, heavyweight muscle.

“So...” Joe said, his sunken, bloodshot eyes meeting her honey-colored ones in a challenging stare. “...when do I get a piece of that black pussy?”

Whump! Kayla’s knee rose up into his balls with a speed that was MMA-worthy. Joe made a straining, groaning noise and clutched at his groin, turning sideways and doubling over. It hadn’t been a full-power shot, or his testicles would have burst into a puddle of genetic goo, but it had been close. Still, it was a pain unlike any he had ever felt before, almost paralyzing his entire lower body.

“You… bitch…” he wheezed, trying to shake it off. Kayla glared at him with arms crossed, managing to look formidable despite her disheveled hair, dope-widened pupils, and cum-stained pants.

“Fuck you, white boy,” she sassed. “You’re not getting any more than you’ve already got. And you’re lucky I won’t put a case on your ass for what you said to me.” She couldn’t let him get one over on her and not offer some form of retribution, not if she ever wanted to look at herself in the mirror again. He had made her wallow in his whiteness, sell him her black sexuality in payment of a long-standing debt owed to her soul. Lost in the moment, she had even taken part in her own humiliation. But now, in the afterglow, coming back to her senses, the sting of that submission was fresh. Her righteous rage, fueled by the confidence-inspiring drugs in her system, was on a full boil. Yes, that’s exactly what had happened. Nothing else.

“I love my husband, and I won’t cheat on him with your sorry white ass,” she went on. “And don’t even think about spilling a word of this mess up his ear. I know you’ve got a daughter, and maybe even a trailer trash wife somewhere out in that prairie bush you call home, and if you get to talking, so will I. Understand, white boy?”

As she was laying down the law, cutting off all possible contact between the two of them in the future, Kayla was both sad and relieved. Her ultimatum meant that she would never get another shot at that white cock of his—an ugly, stinky, vile cock that she had, against all reason, fallen head-over-heels in love with—but she would also be safe from the way his cock, his whiteness, had made her feel about herself. That fat bastard acting so superior, the way he made her feel submissive… it had almost been scary. She had felt like a slave with that white cock in her face. Best to go their separate ways and let this whole evening remain a bad, if sizzling hot, memory. Besides, knocking this redneck pervert on his ass felt good.

Joe pulled himself to his feet, rubbing his wounded balls as he yanked up the sweatpants over his rapidly softening penis. Even though his mood was ruined, it was obvious there would be no more fun to be squeezed from this party tonight, at least not from that brown wildcat. It was clear his plan to subdue the big cop through the use of her favored drug had backfired, instead boosting her defenses to insurmountable levels and giving her the confidence to strike back at him. In his hubris, after the brilliant success of his capture and taming of Special Agent Swann, Joe had underestimated Kayla’s strength of will. He could only hope he would not pay for that mistake with his life. Still, his yapping face trap could not contain the verbal retribution to the near-fatal bruise he had just suffered to his male ego.

“You… fucking cow! You kicked me in the...ngghh...fucking balls! I’ll..unghh...kill you for that! You think you’re tough, pig? You think you can strike ME and get away with it? I’ll show you tough you fuckin’ nigg...”

Kayla’s arm became a dark blur a split second before something crashed hard into the side of his head, making him feel like he’d been hit with an anvil—not just TO his face, but THROUGH his face. Joe’s knees gave out and the ground came up to meet him, welcoming his body in its cold, hard embrace. Looking up through hazy eyes, he saw a flickering vision of a brown giant towering above him, hands on hips in a dominating pose. The last thought that passed through Joe’s mind was: Damn, that bitch is strong!

And then his world faded, aptly, to black.