dhenshaw
02-29-2008, 11:03 PM
“They were Asian,” he said.
“What?” Sgt. Aaliyah Jones said. “Ya gotta speak up hun.”
The male sergeants at nearby desks looked over.
“Never mind,” he said and stood up to go.
“What? You pick me out of all the cops here to give your report to and now you’re just gonna leave?”
She was blocking his way, and she was big enough that even without her gun he wouldn’t want to tangle with her.
He leaned in close and softly said, “It’s too embarrassing,” a quick glance at too many eyes watching, “I can’t talk about it here.”
"Why didn't you say so, honey?"
Moments later he was seated across from her at a table in a small room.
“They were Asian, and so cute I never suspected,” he started again.
“Suspected what?”
“That they were guys,” he said.
“So you got to that motel and they showed you their dicks?”
“Not exactly,” he said, squirming. “They let me touch their dicks back at the bar.”
“So why’d you go to that motel if you knew they were guys?”
“That’s just it! They must have drugged me. I had only had two beers yet I was staggering around like I’d been on a two-week bender.”
“So they dragged you to the nearest motel?”
“Damn near,” he said. “It wasn’t just my body that wasn’t working right; my mind wasn’t working right either. When they told me to be quiet, I stayed quiet. When they told me to take my clothes off and get on the bed, I did. It’s like I couldn’t understand what they were doing. In fact, I never even thought about resisting until I woke up this morning.”
“I suppose what they did after that is just a blur,” Sgt. Aaliyah said.
“I wish it were. I’m sure it’s jumbled in my mind, but I remember way too much.”
“That’s great,” Sgt. Aaliyah Jones said, and for the first time she showed real interest in his story. “You’ve got to tell me everything, every detail, no matter how painful or humiliating.”
“I don’t remember what happened first,” he said, vowing not to leave anything out, “but…”
“Don’t worry about order just now. Start with whatever was the worst for you.”
“That’s easy,” he said. “The face-sitting was the worst. One of them was sitting on my face while the other three held me down. She kept saying, “Stick your tong up my ass,” and “suck my ass-hole,” and I kept doing what I was told.”
“Which way was she facing?”
“I couldn’t breath. I came close to passing out time after time. I can still feel the panic…”
“Calm down. Which way was she facing?”
“This way,” he said, pointing up. “But after a while she turned that way. I remember ‘cause at the end her balls kept getting in my mouth while I was trying to get some air.”
“She didn’t make you suck her cock?”
“Yes, she did, after she damn near killed me with the face-sitting. She laid down on me and fucked my face so hard I thought I’d get a nose-bleed.”
“Did you do a lot of gagging when she was doing that?”
“Not really. Their dicks weren’t all that big.”
“So it wasn’t much of a problem when they fucked you. They did fuck you up the ass, didn’t they?”
“Are you shitting me? They all fucked me. They took turns. They kept giggling about how “tight” I was and did it more than once. For your information, it hurt like hell.”
“I thought you said they were small.”
“Look, I ain’t one of those freaks who shoves all kinds of shit up his ass. They weren’t big but they were big enough to hurt me.”
“Sorry, but I’m going to have to check that out,” she said, putting on a latex glove.
“But…”
“Sorry, rules,” she said.
“But…”
Before he knew it he was bent over the table with her finger in his ass.
“Oh my, you are tight aren’t you? You got a sweet little ass too. I can’t believe those Thai bitches found you before I did.”
“Holy shit,” he said as cold handcuffs bit into his wrists.
His next words were cut off by a strip of duct tape over his mouth.
She held his head down on the table with one hand and undid her fly with the other. The cock she pulled out put the Asian pricks to shame.
“Unfortunately for you, I always say “No” to drugs,” Sgt. Aaliyah Jones said.
INTERNAL AFFAIRS MEETING LATER THAT DAY:
“That’s right, Ms. Brown, Sgt. Jones is actually a man. What’s more, what he/she was doing to that poor guy was awful.”
”That’s Lieutenant Brown to you, sergeant. This isn’t another of your attempts to pass Sgt. Jones on the promotion ladder, is it?”
That was exactly what Sgt. Bradley Burnside was up to. He was sick of his female boss treating Sgt. Jones like some kind of super-cop. With that damn he/she cop out of the way he’d have a clear shot at detective.
“Not at all, ma’am. I’d write what he, she, it…”
“Use, “She,”” Lt. Brown said.
“I just thought you’d like to know before I wrote anything up, that’s all,” he said.
“So tell me,” Lt. Brown said.
“It’s pretty offensive,” he said, looking up at the two buxom secretaries who were always hovering around his boss.
“We can take it,” the big blonde said. The tall black one just sneered.
“Okay, I’ll hit the highlights…”
“No,” the Lieutenant interrupted, “you’ll give me the whole thing.”
“When I turned on the monitor,” he said, “she had the guy bent over the interrogation room table with his hands cuffed behind his back. She put some duct tape over his mouth so no one would hear him scream and pulled out her cock.”
“How big?”
“What, her cock?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t know. It looked real big.”
“Bigger than yours?”
The two secretaries snickered.
“Anyway, she got behind him and started forcing her cock up his ass. It must have hurt ‘cause she had a hell of a time keeping him pinned to the table. His feet were off the floor and kicking.”
“How were their legs positioned?”
“She had her legs outside his. Why is that important?”
“A good cop observes every detail,” she said. “How good a cop are you?”
“Right. Okay, her legs were outside his. His pants were only halfway down his thighs and his underpants were only a little below the cheeks of his ass.”
“Much better. What kind of underpants?”
“White cotton briefs.”
“Go on.”
“It took a full minute for her to get her entire cock into him. He was kicking and squirming all the while. By the time she was completely in his pants were down around his ankles and his underpants were around his knees.”
He paused, trying to remember every detail.
“Once she was in, she leaned forward so her upper body was pressing down on him. She stayed like that for a while, not moving, but she must have been doing something because he kept squirming. I couldn’t see from the camera angle, but I think she had twisted his head around and was forcing kisses.
“Next she took her uniform pants off, holding him down with one hand while she did it. Then she started fucking him.”
“How did she fuck him? Fast? Slow? Details, man. Describe her ass. Describe everything.”
“Ah, well…. Her ass was big and black,” he closed his eyes trying to see it all again.
“Yes, big, black, and very smooth. It jiggled when she started fucking him hard, but she started off fucking him slow. She’d push in, swing her hips in big sexy circles, then pull back again. Her balls were huge. I couldn’t even see his cock or balls most of the time because her balls were covering them.”
Eyes still closed he watched the movie playing in his head.
“He’s not fighting her any more. He’s starting to like it. I can tell ‘cause he’s arching his back and sliding back onto her cock. She’s fucking him harder now, her big black ass is jiggling and I can hear both of them moaning. When I catch a glimpse of his dick I can see he’s got an erection. She’s pounding the hell out of his ass and he’s loving every minute of it.”
“Must have really turned you on, huh?” Lt. Brown said.
“No!” he said, eyes popping open.
“Oh? Then what’s that?” she pointed at his lap.
The blonde secretary pulled his hands back off his lap and the black one grabbed his cock through his pants.
“We’ve got wood,” she said.
“Thought so,” Lt. Brown said. “But don’t worry. We can take care of you.”
Each secretary had a wrist and they were pulling him toward the Lieutenant’s desk.
“Oh shit,” he said. All three of them had unladylike bulges where a pussy ought to be.
“You might start getting promotions after all,” Lieutenant Brown said from behind him as she undid his pants and pulled them down.
“We might even help you with your paperwork,” the blonde secretary said, freeing her cock and putting his hand on it.
“And I’ll bet your pretty white mouth is a lot more useful sucking black cock than badmouthing your fellow officers,” the black secretary said, sitting on the lieutenant’s desk and pulling his head into her lap.
“It’s not who you know,” he thought as he sucked one cock, stroked another and slid back on the third, “it’s who you blow.”
“What?” Sgt. Aaliyah Jones said. “Ya gotta speak up hun.”
The male sergeants at nearby desks looked over.
“Never mind,” he said and stood up to go.
“What? You pick me out of all the cops here to give your report to and now you’re just gonna leave?”
She was blocking his way, and she was big enough that even without her gun he wouldn’t want to tangle with her.
He leaned in close and softly said, “It’s too embarrassing,” a quick glance at too many eyes watching, “I can’t talk about it here.”
"Why didn't you say so, honey?"
Moments later he was seated across from her at a table in a small room.
“They were Asian, and so cute I never suspected,” he started again.
“Suspected what?”
“That they were guys,” he said.
“So you got to that motel and they showed you their dicks?”
“Not exactly,” he said, squirming. “They let me touch their dicks back at the bar.”
“So why’d you go to that motel if you knew they were guys?”
“That’s just it! They must have drugged me. I had only had two beers yet I was staggering around like I’d been on a two-week bender.”
“So they dragged you to the nearest motel?”
“Damn near,” he said. “It wasn’t just my body that wasn’t working right; my mind wasn’t working right either. When they told me to be quiet, I stayed quiet. When they told me to take my clothes off and get on the bed, I did. It’s like I couldn’t understand what they were doing. In fact, I never even thought about resisting until I woke up this morning.”
“I suppose what they did after that is just a blur,” Sgt. Aaliyah said.
“I wish it were. I’m sure it’s jumbled in my mind, but I remember way too much.”
“That’s great,” Sgt. Aaliyah Jones said, and for the first time she showed real interest in his story. “You’ve got to tell me everything, every detail, no matter how painful or humiliating.”
“I don’t remember what happened first,” he said, vowing not to leave anything out, “but…”
“Don’t worry about order just now. Start with whatever was the worst for you.”
“That’s easy,” he said. “The face-sitting was the worst. One of them was sitting on my face while the other three held me down. She kept saying, “Stick your tong up my ass,” and “suck my ass-hole,” and I kept doing what I was told.”
“Which way was she facing?”
“I couldn’t breath. I came close to passing out time after time. I can still feel the panic…”
“Calm down. Which way was she facing?”
“This way,” he said, pointing up. “But after a while she turned that way. I remember ‘cause at the end her balls kept getting in my mouth while I was trying to get some air.”
“She didn’t make you suck her cock?”
“Yes, she did, after she damn near killed me with the face-sitting. She laid down on me and fucked my face so hard I thought I’d get a nose-bleed.”
“Did you do a lot of gagging when she was doing that?”
“Not really. Their dicks weren’t all that big.”
“So it wasn’t much of a problem when they fucked you. They did fuck you up the ass, didn’t they?”
“Are you shitting me? They all fucked me. They took turns. They kept giggling about how “tight” I was and did it more than once. For your information, it hurt like hell.”
“I thought you said they were small.”
“Look, I ain’t one of those freaks who shoves all kinds of shit up his ass. They weren’t big but they were big enough to hurt me.”
“Sorry, but I’m going to have to check that out,” she said, putting on a latex glove.
“But…”
“Sorry, rules,” she said.
“But…”
Before he knew it he was bent over the table with her finger in his ass.
“Oh my, you are tight aren’t you? You got a sweet little ass too. I can’t believe those Thai bitches found you before I did.”
“Holy shit,” he said as cold handcuffs bit into his wrists.
His next words were cut off by a strip of duct tape over his mouth.
She held his head down on the table with one hand and undid her fly with the other. The cock she pulled out put the Asian pricks to shame.
“Unfortunately for you, I always say “No” to drugs,” Sgt. Aaliyah Jones said.
INTERNAL AFFAIRS MEETING LATER THAT DAY:
“That’s right, Ms. Brown, Sgt. Jones is actually a man. What’s more, what he/she was doing to that poor guy was awful.”
”That’s Lieutenant Brown to you, sergeant. This isn’t another of your attempts to pass Sgt. Jones on the promotion ladder, is it?”
That was exactly what Sgt. Bradley Burnside was up to. He was sick of his female boss treating Sgt. Jones like some kind of super-cop. With that damn he/she cop out of the way he’d have a clear shot at detective.
“Not at all, ma’am. I’d write what he, she, it…”
“Use, “She,”” Lt. Brown said.
“I just thought you’d like to know before I wrote anything up, that’s all,” he said.
“So tell me,” Lt. Brown said.
“It’s pretty offensive,” he said, looking up at the two buxom secretaries who were always hovering around his boss.
“We can take it,” the big blonde said. The tall black one just sneered.
“Okay, I’ll hit the highlights…”
“No,” the Lieutenant interrupted, “you’ll give me the whole thing.”
“When I turned on the monitor,” he said, “she had the guy bent over the interrogation room table with his hands cuffed behind his back. She put some duct tape over his mouth so no one would hear him scream and pulled out her cock.”
“How big?”
“What, her cock?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t know. It looked real big.”
“Bigger than yours?”
The two secretaries snickered.
“Anyway, she got behind him and started forcing her cock up his ass. It must have hurt ‘cause she had a hell of a time keeping him pinned to the table. His feet were off the floor and kicking.”
“How were their legs positioned?”
“She had her legs outside his. Why is that important?”
“A good cop observes every detail,” she said. “How good a cop are you?”
“Right. Okay, her legs were outside his. His pants were only halfway down his thighs and his underpants were only a little below the cheeks of his ass.”
“Much better. What kind of underpants?”
“White cotton briefs.”
“Go on.”
“It took a full minute for her to get her entire cock into him. He was kicking and squirming all the while. By the time she was completely in his pants were down around his ankles and his underpants were around his knees.”
He paused, trying to remember every detail.
“Once she was in, she leaned forward so her upper body was pressing down on him. She stayed like that for a while, not moving, but she must have been doing something because he kept squirming. I couldn’t see from the camera angle, but I think she had twisted his head around and was forcing kisses.
“Next she took her uniform pants off, holding him down with one hand while she did it. Then she started fucking him.”
“How did she fuck him? Fast? Slow? Details, man. Describe her ass. Describe everything.”
“Ah, well…. Her ass was big and black,” he closed his eyes trying to see it all again.
“Yes, big, black, and very smooth. It jiggled when she started fucking him hard, but she started off fucking him slow. She’d push in, swing her hips in big sexy circles, then pull back again. Her balls were huge. I couldn’t even see his cock or balls most of the time because her balls were covering them.”
Eyes still closed he watched the movie playing in his head.
“He’s not fighting her any more. He’s starting to like it. I can tell ‘cause he’s arching his back and sliding back onto her cock. She’s fucking him harder now, her big black ass is jiggling and I can hear both of them moaning. When I catch a glimpse of his dick I can see he’s got an erection. She’s pounding the hell out of his ass and he’s loving every minute of it.”
“Must have really turned you on, huh?” Lt. Brown said.
“No!” he said, eyes popping open.
“Oh? Then what’s that?” she pointed at his lap.
The blonde secretary pulled his hands back off his lap and the black one grabbed his cock through his pants.
“We’ve got wood,” she said.
“Thought so,” Lt. Brown said. “But don’t worry. We can take care of you.”
Each secretary had a wrist and they were pulling him toward the Lieutenant’s desk.
“Oh shit,” he said. All three of them had unladylike bulges where a pussy ought to be.
“You might start getting promotions after all,” Lieutenant Brown said from behind him as she undid his pants and pulled them down.
“We might even help you with your paperwork,” the blonde secretary said, freeing her cock and putting his hand on it.
“And I’ll bet your pretty white mouth is a lot more useful sucking black cock than badmouthing your fellow officers,” the black secretary said, sitting on the lieutenant’s desk and pulling his head into her lap.
“It’s not who you know,” he thought as he sucked one cock, stroked another and slid back on the third, “it’s who you blow.”