12 comments/ 152458 views/ 46 favorites Unusual, Butt Not Quite Cruel By: boysetsfire This story contains elements of violence towards law enforcement that I do not endorse or condone in any way, shape, or form. They are presented here to establish a mood and show the caliber of the main character, and justify his, er, "punishment". Anyone who takes issue with the [limited] violent scenes in this story (which are in no way sexual), please e-mail me at the address in my profile. Otherwise, please enjoy. Feedback is appreciated, and encouraged. ;-) * Dust and the smell of powder hung thick in the air under the bridge. It was dry there, but just beyond the huge steel and concrete pilings the low dismal skyline of the outer reaches of the city peered back through the rain and gloom. The cops shouted to one another across dark spaces, the air under the bridge stinking from fear and blood as much as from the firefight. Light filtered in from the single flickering-orange sodium street lamp. From his cover, Nick dropped the last bullet into his .44 Magnum, the weight of the long-barreled revolver feeling good in his hand. He took aim and calmed his breathing. The weapon kicked hard, and he felt it all the way down into his back, absorbing the recoil with his body. With years of practice under fire, the barrel barely wavered. The lamp exploded in a shower of sparks, and darkness jumped up all around him. He smiled as he listened to the cops shout to one another in the dark confusion and fire a few shots at shadows, then ran to his next cover, keeping low. His motorcycle was behind the cops' line. He was pretty sure they didn't even know, and it had just been a lucky byproduct of their sloppy ambush. Sloppy or not though, Tony and Erik were dead, and he was the last one. It was supposed to be a clean drop: grab the money in a duffel, take it back to the safe house, and tie one on at the titty bar. Instead, here he was with two dead buddies and probably ten cops waiting scared in the dark to shoot the first thing they saw moving. He had to get to the bike. The Boss would deal with the hostage, he needn't worry about that. He just had to get out of there. Nick crept quietly around the back of another piling, then darted behind an abandoned car. He could hear the cops talking, whispering, and shouting to one another. Amateurs. "Do you see anything?" "Use the fuckin' lights!" "Fuck no! You saw what happened to Miggins and Toomy when they turned on their flashlights! It's like a fuckin' homing beacon for these fuckers!" "How many are there?" "Gotta be at least four, maybe five...fuck!" They carried on, finally starting to organize and move with cover. They were going to flank him. Superior or not, he didn't have a silenced weapon and he was one guy against many. Nick breathed slowly and silently as he inched around a corner and saw the back of a cop, peering around another corner. Quickly, he crouched on one knee and leveled the barrel with the cop's back, fifty feet away. The magnum bucked and roared, and the bullet cracked into his back between the shoulder blades. He made no sound as he hit the dirt with a puff of dust and lay still. More shouting, and another head peeked around the corner. Dumb. The revolver bucked once more and a sickening crunch sounded as the bullet passed through the cop's forehead and out the back, painting the piling behind him. Nick ducked back just in time as an arm and a submachine gun came around the corner and a hail of 9mm-auto came his way. Dust billowed as the rounds hacked off bits of concrete from the piling. Nick calmly replaced the three rounds in his revolver and darted to another hiding place. To close. Just as he jumped for cover a bullet caught his heel, missing his flesh but blowing his shoe right off. Caught in the open, he rolled and returned fire, discharging four rounds before he heard a scream in the dark. He scrambled to cover. More shouting. "Ahh, I'm hit! I'm hit!" "Michaels and Connor are down! We need an ambulance NOW!" "Spread out! Watch your back and keep low! He's using armor-piercing rounds!" "Hold still, Johnson, stay down!" "Chaco, Wood! Spread out to the north and east! Keep behind cover, we got him pinned!" Breathing hard, Nick reloaded again. Last six bullets. He heard quick footsteps, then an officer got the surprise of his life as he rounded the corner, keeping low, and nearly stepped on Nick. The two quick, instinctive rounds into the cop's chest lifted him right off the ground and spun him to land on his belly. But Nick didn't notice the round black object lying on the ground at his feet until a second too late. He awoke in a haze with a pounding headache. His eyes were bleary and his ears rung like the bells of Notre Dame. His face stung from where bits of the flash grenade's plastic shell had struck and cut him. He was cuffed, hand and foot (and hand to waist) in the back of a SWAT van. Ambulance lights swirled through the open rear door, and two heavily armed SWAT officers stood by the tailgate talking. They took no notice of his awakening. "Three fuckin' soldiers for four good cops. What a fuckin' waste," the cop spat. "Worse than that, Hommis. We killed the first two bangers when we rolled in. Ran over one, and shot the other guy in the back when he was runnin'. One guy killed four cops." "Fuck. With what?" "Get this: a fuckin' revolver." The cop just shook his head and jabbed a gloved thumb in Nick's direction. "So he know where this guy is? I mean the guy we're lookin' for?" "With a shot like that? Hommis, this guys a fuckin' hitter, I'd bet my balls. He probably knows the gang from the inside out. And once our specialist gets through with him...well, he'll be tellin' us whether he's ever thought about his mum when he's jerkin' off!" The cops laughed as they closed the doors. An hour later, Nick sat in a police station. He was quite surprised the cops hadn't just killed him and dumped his bullet-riddled body in a dumpster. They wanted information pretty badly, apparently. He smiled to himself. Having been through fruitless police interrogations before, he wasn't phased; in fact, he was sort of looking forward to it. It was fun to mess with the red-faced, pot-bellied detectives. The interrogation room was ordinary. Thick, soundproof walls of white-painted cinderblock dominated three walls of the small room, the fourth being taken up by a bank of dark windows. One-way glass, Nick knew. A single camera, a green light blinking, was poised in a high ceiling corner, watching him. He smiled and blew a kiss to it. Suddenly, the door on his right opened and in walked an interrogator Nick had not been expecting in the least. She was silent at first, and simply moved purposefully about the room, her high heels clicking smartly on the concrete floor. She went to the windows and drew the heavy felt curtains, then stood on a chair and unplugged the camera. The green light dimmed, then winked out. She turned to him. "Hello Mr. Tartan. I'm Agent Tawny Barry. Or should I just call you 'The Scot'?" She said. Nick stared back impassively. Most men would have been swayed right when she walked through the door. Agent Barry was tall, to start with. Six feet is tall for a woman. She looked about in the early 30s by Nick's guess, and her body hadn't aged an hour since her 18th birthday. What flesh that was exposed was smooth and perfect. She wore a professional pinstripe pantsuit and jacket, though Nick could see the bulge of the hefty shoulder holster. Hardly a harmless young lass. Her dress was conservative, but it couldn't hide the truth; not the gun, not her long, strong legs, not her wide, curvy hips or her perfect bubble-butt, or her huge, round breasts. Light freckles dotted her perfectly symmetrical face, which was unobscured by make-up. It needed none anyway. Her eyes were a spooky green, and her hair was slightly curly and midnight black, tied in a tight bun with a plain black band. She appeared to absently flip through a file as she sat very close to him, on the table. Nick watched her soft ass strain against her pants as she slowly sat down. Did she do that on purpose? He thought. "That is you, is it not? The Scot? The infamous hitman?" Agent Barry said, setting the file down on the table and folding her arms under her tits. They swelled, and the tiny amount of her breast flesh that Nick could see at her collar moved. "I don't know who that is, Agent Barry," he said convincingly. She raised her eyebrows and stared at him for a moment. Then she smiled. Nick frowned. "Call me Tawny," she said, standing up, "Do you know who I am?" "I would assume you're with the FBI, judging by the 'agent' bit of your title," Nick ventured. He watched as Tawny removed her jacket and laid it across the back of a chair. A huge Desert Eagle hung in her shoulder holster. Definitely an experienced shooter, Nick thought. "I'm actually an outside consultant. 'Agent' is something they add when I'm working. Do you know what I do?" She asked. "I assume you're here to try and get me to say something I don't know," Nick laughed, "As usual." "Well, you're wrong there," she said, taking off her shoulder holster and gun and hanging it over the same chair, "You do know something. And I'm going to get you to tell me what you know." Nick shrugged. "I don't know what you mean," he said. Tawny seemed to ignore him. She wore a tight-fitting, stretchy knit shirt under the jacket, and it looked scarcely capable of holding back her boobs. Her nipples stuck out hard against the fabric, right through her bra. What the fuck is she doing? Nick thought. "And this is how I'm going to do it," she said. She reached into her purse and brought out a small bottle of Baby Oil and a little jar of Vaseline, both of which she placed gently on the table. Nick eyed the items for a moment, then gave her strange look. "What is it?" he asked, expecting some sort of illegal truth-serum hidden in the bottle. She smiled. "It's Baby Oil and Vaseline, dummy," she laughed. Nick was confused. But it didn't last long. Tawny leaned forward, giving him an eyefull of perfect cleavage and placing a hand on his growing erection. She stroked him lightly through the fabric of his tough canvas pants. Her long pink tongue ran across her upper lip and she jumped her brow at him with fuck-me eyes. "What the hell--" Nick began, but was cut off as she put a finger on his lips. "Have you ever wanted something so badly, that you'd give anything to have it?" She whispered. Nick, dumbfounded, nodded like an idiot. Tawny smiled and pulled away suddenly. A folding knife suddenly appeared and flicked open with a twist of Tawny's hand. She came at his crotch with the knife. "Whoawhoa! Can we talk about this?!" Nick protested, trying feebly to fend her off. With a crazy look in her eye, she stabbed him in the belly. Nick screamed, only to find that he felt no pain. With a quick ripping noise, she sliced his shirt up to his collar, then made two cuts from his waist to his knees just as quickly. The knife was incredibly sharp. "Jesus, are you crazy, lady?!" he shouted, managing to kick at her and miss. She giggled and put the knife away. "Oh relax," she cooed, "What did you think I was going to do, cut your cock off?" "What?" Nick said, breathing hard. Out of her purse came three compression-style straps, like something you would use to secure a tent to the outside of a backpack. She tore away his sliced clothing, then clicked them shut into loops and cinched them tight around Nick's thighs, hips, and chest. "What kind of interrogation is this?!" Nick protested, struggling against the new bonds. Tawny giggled and calmly straddled his lap. He was looking right into her belly as she looked down at him. Naked and exposed, Nick's cock began to rise to full attention. In seconds, the proximity of Tawny's hot flesh to Nick's face had inflated his cock to a tall, proud nine inches of hard meat. Never quite touching him, Tawny slowly lifted her shirt. Nick's mouth watered, literally watered, as more and more creamy, delectable flesh was exposed. Her bra was simple and black, and perhaps a cup size too small. As she pulled the shirt over her head and cast it away, she also pulled out her bun and shook her head to let down her hair. A classic move, but no less effective. Nick's mouth was dry, and he swallowed hard as Tawny stepped away, swishing her hips as she took a few strides and turned around. "See anything you like?" she said with a wicked smile, tilting her hips and putting one hand akimbo. Nick just nodded, wide-eyed. "Would you like to see...a little more?" she asked. He nodded again. "Cat got your tongue?" she giggled. Her breasts shook when she laughed. "No ma'am," Nick said quietly. "Tawny," she corrected. "No Tawny," Nick said, as if under a spell. "Then tell me what to do," she said, leaning on the table. "What?" Nick gasped, breathing hard. He wasn't sure why. Tawny rolled her eyes and walked slowly around his chair, trailing her fingers on his naked flesh. She suddenly bent down and whispered in his ear. "Tell me...what you want to see," she whispered, walking out in front of him again. Nick nodded towards her belt. "This?" Tawny asked. Nick nodded. "Say it," she said softly, fingering the soft leather. "Take your belt off, Tawny," Nick said, disbelieving. "OK," Tawny said with the smile of a coed bimbo. She unbuckled the clasp and slid the belt out of the loops, tossing it into a corner. "And the pants," Nick said, "But leave the shoes." Tawny paused and appeared to consider. "Well...well I guess so," she said, with a soft frown. Nick's breath caught in his throat at what happened next. She was close to him. Within arm's reach, had his arms been free. Running her hands over her body, she slowly turned her back and put her heels together with a click. Nick heard the soft, slow sound of her button pop free, then her zipper coming down so slow he could hear each tooth uncoupling in the silent interrogation room. The tight, thin fabric of her dress pants hugged every curved like spandex, and he could see no panty line. Nick licked his lips, and Tawny made eye contact with him over her shoulder, a thin, amused smile on her face. She wriggled her hips slowly and pushed her thumbs into the waist of her pants, then made a sweet and sexy show of carefully peeling them off of her hips. Once freed, she moved her thumbs around to just either side of her ass and slowly, slowly pulled them down, all the way to her ankles, never bending her knees. Nick gasped and Tawny giggled as her perfect ass was exposed, barely hidden by a simple black thong that ran up between her buns. The flesh was as smooth and unblemished as the rest of her, and as her hands touched the floor Nick got a quick view of a set of the most full and pouty pussy lips he'd ever laid eyes on, wrapped up in her panties and yearning to be revealed. Tawny slowly straightened, watching Nick the entire time and running her hands up her body. "Mmm..." she moaned, "God I love to be naked!" Tawny tousled her hair and gently stepped out of the crumpled garment, her heels clicking once more on the floor as she kicked it away. Noticing Nick was completely speechless, she accentuated the effect by giving him a little spin on her toes and walking slowly over to him. She slowly knelt between his knees, his cock only inches from her face. He could feel her hot breath on his shaft and twitched in response. She giggled. "Is there anything else you might want to see? Anything at all?" she asked in a coy voice, gently caressing her breasts through her bra. Nick nodded towards them. "Let's see those tits," Nick suggested. Tawny gave him an admonishing look. "Take off your bra, Tawny, and show me your tits," he commanded, correcting himself. She smiled. "Oh, alright," she said. Tawny sidled up even closer, Nick's cock now sticking straight up between her enormous bra-clad breasts and under her chin. Keeping eye contact, she gave him another little run of her tongue over her lips and glanced down at his cock suggestively. He whimpered. She giggled and reached behind her back. Two snaps later, her bra fell away, and her breasts bounced free, walling his cock on three sides with smooth, delectable flesh but still not quite touching him. His cock poised between her breasts about level with her nipples, she pinched the little eraser-nubs and rolled them between her fingers with a soft moan. "Oh my God," Nick muttered, his mind spinning. They were so close he could almost feel them, as if his brain was filling in the blanks for his eyes. Tawny giggled like a little schoolgirl and bit her lower lip. "You do like them, don't you?" she said, looking as if she would burst into tears if he said no. This girl is not of this Earth, Nick thought. But he simply nodded, and Tawny smiled back. She slowly stood, still keeping eye contact, and placed her hands on the back of his chair on either side of his neck. Her tits swung close to his mouth, and he lunged forward to get a nipple into his mouth. Tawny quickly recoiled and covered her tits with an arm, wagging a finger at him. "Ah-ah-ah, Nicky!" she giggled, "Everything from here on in comes at a price." "What do you mean?" Nick blurted, feeling idiotic as soon as he said so. Of course he knew. He'd just never been in such a situation. "Well," Tawny said, walking around him again [with Nick trying to follow her with his eyes], "I'll...touch you...but you have to give me something in return." Nick scoffed. "What do I have that you could possibly want?" Tawny stopped in front of him and leaned with one hand on the table, he hips angled towards it. "The man. In the blue sweatshirt. Carrying the MP5. What is his name, and who is he?" Nick laughed, realizing she was referencing one the men he'd been with under the bridge. "Even if I knew who and what you were talking about, what would I get in return?" Tawny smiled at him. "Well," she began, "I'm very accommodating. Buuuut how about I take this [she picked up the bottle of Baby Oil]...and pour it aaaaall over these [she dribbled it over her tits, letting it run down and over her belly]...then I kneel here [she knelt between his knees, her tits just barely not touching his cock]...and wrap them around your cock and stroke up...and down...over...and over." "Jesus..." Nick gasped softly, looking down at his crotch. Tawny stared back up at him, her dark hair falling about her shoulders, her glistening tits poised on either side of his cock, and her oily hands holding them, ready to wrap that warm soft flesh around his manhood and send him into the stratosphere. "Well?" she said, cocking her head slightly and smiling dazzlingly. Nick just nodded, melting inside, willing to do anything to get those tits around his cock. "What's his name?" "Erik Stern," Nick said, never taking his eyes off his cock and Tawny's tits. "Who was he?" Tawny asked, jiggling her tits in her hands. "He was a hitman, from Germany. Operated mostly in Italy, the Balkans, Hungary and Romania. His codename was Brick Wall, and he was responsible for the Greenspan murders on the south side," Nick said quickly, as if hypnotized. Tawny hefted her oily tits. "Anything else?" she said quietly, smiling winningly. "That's all I know, I swear," Nick gasped, "Please..." Tawny seemed to consider a moment, then nodded and smiled again. "Alright, I believe you," she said, "Annnnnd I guess you've earned...this." With her last word, she wrapped her slippery, oily tits around Nick's huge cock. He gasped and groaned, tilting his head to the ceiling for a moment before snapping it back to watch the action. Tawny began to pump her tits up and down his shaft, coating his cock with the baby oil, her flesh sliding over his glans in a continuous stream, sending electric shocks right up his spine. Unusual, Butt Not Quite Cruel "Ohhhhh," they both moaned, Tawny along with Nick as she watched his face, her mouth open. He watched her as she watched his cock between her tits, the huge pink head popping into view on the downstroke, then disappearing between her them again as she pulled them up. "Oh, do you like that?" she whispered, holding his eyes, "Do you like the way my tits feel around your cock? How smooth and slippery they are? How nice they make your cock feel as they slide past, up and down, over and over? Mmm, do you like it?" "Oh God yes, Tawny, your tits feel so fucking good on my cock..." Nick groaned, trying in vain to thrust up into them. She kept up a slow, maddening tempo, sliding her breasts up and down Nick's cock as if governed by a metronome. He could feel his balls boiling. "Would you like to cum?" she asked, still with his cock entrapped. "Please...yes!" Nick gasped, nodding vigorously. "Would you like to cum with your cock between my tits, sliding up and down? You know I won't stop when you cum...while your cock is shooting spurt after spurt of that hot white juice all over these tits, I'm going to keep sliding them up...and down...up...and down...I'm going to build a lake of your cum up between my tits, smearing it over them...would you like to do that? Cum with your cock between my tits, and watch yourself cum all over them?" Nick could barely see, but managed to gasp out, "Yes!", only to have the tits stop and pull away. He opened his eyes fully. Tawny giggled as she read the confusion, and coyly bit her nails and she stepped back. "What are you doing?" he asked, like an ass. She giggled again. "I told you Nicky, nothing more for free. Everything...cums...at a price," she laughed, clasping her hands behind her back and slowly swinging her oily breasts, now smeared with some of his precum, at Nick. Nick had been so close to cumming that it felt as if a column of pure white would blast to the ceiling if she so much as breathed on his dick. It throbbed almost painfully. "Please, this isn't fair!" Nick protested, just like a man whose blood has left the brain for more important places, "I told you his name!" "Mm-mm-mm, you've got to tell me more," Tawny said, wagging her finger, "But...I think you've been a good boy so far, so I'll give you one more free gift...are you ready?" Nick nodded, his eyes wild. Tawny slowly turned, keeping her eyes on him over her shoulder, and as she did so her hands came to the waistband of her panties. Hooking her thumbs into the thong, she peeled them down off her hips and over her ass, listening and giggling as Nick gasped in appreciation. Her strong butt was so tight that the thong got held up between them, and so ended up coming down last, after the waistband. She pulled them all the way to her ankles, only inches from Nick's face, then slowly straightened, her hands running up her body again. Nick had gotten a huge eyeful of the most perfect pussy he'd ever laid eyes on between her long legs, with thick pouty lips tightly clasping her delicate interior, which was barely visible between them. Also barely visible was a perfectly clean, freshly scrubbed pucker, peeking out from between her deep buns. Nick sucked back his drool as Tawny stepped out of her panties and kicked them away, now dressed only in her black high-heels. She walked around in front of him and gave him a quick spin, then flipped her hair over her shoulders and ran her hands over her hips. "What do you think?" she asked, running her fingers over her clean-shaven mound. She was clearly aroused, and her pussy was as bare as the day she was born. A tiny red heart with a white border adorned the area just north of her clitoris, tattooed forever on that hallowed ground. Tawny jumped up onto the table in front of Nick and crossed her legs. "Don't want to give you too much of a free show," she giggled, "Now, what do we have here?" Tawny reached into her purse and pulled out a thick, expensively-looking straight glass dildo. Nick gasped. "Would you like to see me use this on myself? And make myself cum?" Tawny asked. "Yes, Tawny, I would," Nick nodded. "Mm, well that's going to come at a price, Nicky. If you tell me something I want to know, then I'll take this [she picked up the dildo]...put it deeeeep deep in my pussy [she licked and sucked the dildo suggestively]...and at the same time, I'll rub my little clitty until I cum hard for you...and you can watch it all. What do you say?" Tawny asked. Nick's head spun. He tried to resist. "What do you want?" he said quietly. Tawny jumped down from the table and trailed the dildo down his chest as she spoke, leaning in close with her tits swinging. "The other man, with the rifle. What is his name, and who is he?" Tawny asked quietly. But Nick resisted. Having simply rehearsed saying it over and over in his mind, he just opened his mouth and let it out, even if he didn't mean it. "No deal," he said forcefully. Tawny pulled back, surprised, and put and hand on her breast. "No? But this is all I have to offer!" she protested, disappointed. She put on a pouty face. "No deal!" Nick said, more confident, "You've got to give me more." Tawny bit her lip and frowned, considering. "Well," she said shyly and with apprehension, "I do have one more thing I can do for you...but I've never done it before..." Nick watched as she turned slowly, as if embarrassed, then reached behind herself and gently spread her buns to expose her tiny, tiny little pucker. Nick gasped. "If you'd like, instead of putting the dildo in my pussy...I can lube it up...and put it...here [she touched her little butthole, making it pucker even more]," Tawny suggested, watching Nick's reaction over her shoulder, "But I'll have to go real real slow, because it's my first time!" "Put it in your ass and rub your pussy until you cum for me, and we've got a deal," Nick croaked, watching Tawny straighten up and turn around. He still wanted to cum on those tits. His cock throbbed, begging for attention. Tawny considered, then nodded. "You've got a deal," she said. She opened the jar of Vaseline and twirled the glass dildo around and around in the jar, getting it thoroughly coated. Then she scooped out a generous portion and smeared it into her butthole, squeaking with surprise and smiling coyly when her finger popped inside to lube her up inside. She turned and put her elbows on the table, then reached back with one hand and poised the dildo at the entrance to her hole, deep between her firm buttocks. She looked back at him with a grin, and Nick swallowed hard. "He was Antonio Brusicelli," Nick said, his eyes glued on Tawny's tight hole, about to be violated, "He was the only one who knew anything about the operation, and was there to pick up the money. He was the Bosses favorite nephew. Beyond that, I didn't know him." Tawny seemed to think for a moment, deciding if that was enough information. "Don't you have something more to say? I'm giving up the last shred of my virginity, and I'd like something good for it," she said. "He ran a prostitution ring. Its front is a sewing shop that hires foreign female immigrants only. It's over on Post avenue. I swear that's all I know," Nick said. Tawny eyed him closely. "Well, OK. I think you know more, but since you're being such a good boy and playing the game by all the rules, I'll give you what you want. *sigh* Alright, here goes..." Tawny said. Her legs were tight together, her heels and toes touching, as she began to press the dildo into her little hole. "Oo!" she cooed, her eyes going wide, "Oh my goodness I can feel my hole opening up! God it feels so big...oh! Oh it's going in! I can feel it! Oh my goodness...oh my goodness!...Oh!...Oh!!OH!! It's inside me! It's in my ass..." Nick licked his lips, watching the action in front of him. Tawny looked right back at him, resting on her boobs on the table and reaching back under her belly. Her fingers appeared on her pussy and nestled between her thick lips before starting to slowly turn in small circles over her clitoris. A soft moan escaped her lips as she worked the dildo back and forth in her ass, pushing it deeper. It was only about an inch in, and her buttocks clenched involuntarily as she pushed it further, deeper and deeper into her ass. "Nnng!" she groaned, pushing it in another inch, "Do you like to watch me play with my ass, Nicky? Do you like watching it sliding in and out of my secret little hole, knowing that with each stroke it going deeper? I'll be you do. I'll bet you love watching me violate myself like a horny little starlet, pushing this dildo into my tight butt. Ohhh God, it's really deep now! It's hurts me...I can feel it welling up in my belly, deeper and deeper. Do you like watching me push it into my ass, in and out, knowing that it hurts? Knowing that with each extra inch it hurts me more? Ohhh God it's so deep...I can feel every...single...inch, all up inside me, inside my ass, up my butt, filling my rectum...Don't you wish it was your cock up my butt, with you in control, sliding in and out of my anus, deeper than ever before, making me scream? Making me cry? Hurting me more with every inch of your cock in my ass? Ohhh God I can't take any more! It's soooo deep!" The dildo was a full eight inches into the writhing girl's ass, buried to the hilt. Nick's cock pulsed as he watched the action no more than a foot away from his face. He could hear the smooth sound of the dildo sliding in and out of her tight butt, and he could almost feel her groan in his cock as she bottomed out. Her fingers rubbed faster and faster on her clitoris as she pumped the dildo in her ass, drilling deep, stretching her tiny little hole. "Ooo! Ooo my goodness I think I'm gonna cum! Do you want me to cum with the dildo in my ass, buried as deep as I can take it? I'll do that for you. I'll cum with it soooo so deep, hurting me as I rub my pussy. Oh yes...oh God yes! Ooo! Oo!Oo!OhhhhhhfuckI'mcumming! Nn!Nn!MM!MM!MM! Yes! Yes! Ohh God it hurts so good! Uhh! Uh! Uhhhh..." Tawny cried, her powerful orgasm peaking and ebbing as Nick watched, the dildo buried a full eight inches in her pulsating anus. He could see her hole clenching around the invading glass pole, and he could almost feel it clenching around the base of his cock, so much so that he nearly came right then and there. Finally, Tawny settled and her legs stopped shaking. Her pussy was nearly dripping with her wetness, and she slowly and gently slid the dildo from her hole. It closed neatly after the tip came out of her body, and she stood up and giggled. "Well, I guess I'm not a virgin anymore," she giggled, "I hope you're happy. I'm going to be sore tomorrow! *Whew!*" She wiped the dildo with a Kleenex and put it back in her purse. "Wow, it looks like you really did like watching me," she giggled, kneeling between he knees again. For a moment Nick thought she was going to wrap those perfect tits around his cock again and finally let him cum, but there was no such luck. She simply blew lightly on the tip of his penis and giggled sweetly as it jumped in response. "Jesus Christ..." Nick groaned, rolling his eyes. "You were! You were imagining your cock in my ass, weren't you you dirty boy...well, I won't give you my ass...but maybe we can 'cum' to some other...arrangement?" Tawny said, flicking her tongue across the underside of his glans as she said the last word. "God! Fuck! Fuck you!" Nick gasped, frustrated beyond belief. Tawny giggled. "Hey, be nice when you speak to me!" Tawny protested, looking hurt, "If you're not nice, we can't play our game, and then I can't make you cum! You do want me to make you cum, don't you?" "Yes! Godfuckit yes!" Nick moaned. "Good, because I really...really want to make you cum...but we've got to play some more. How about for your next reward...I take your cock into my mouth...and just...suck...the cum right out of you? Would you like that?" Tawny teased, grinning and breathing hotly on his pulsating rod. "Deal! It's a fucking deal, just name it!" Nick gasped, shaking his head. "Wait wait wait, let's just lay down some ground rules here," Tawny said, sitting back on her heels, her breasts bouncing. Nick groaned in desperation. "I'll suck your cock," she began, "With full-tongue and closed-lips privileges...but no tit action included! Hands and fingers will be used on balls only. In return...you tell me who the Boss is." "What? If I tell you that I'm a dead man!" Nick groaned, breathing hard, "I can't tell you that! I'll be killed before I leave this station." "Ohh but you'll die a very, very happy man," Tawny whispered, running her tongue up the underside of Nick's cock, her hands on his thighs, "What do you say?" Nick shivered and took a deep breath. "It's Dominic Deluscio. He's the kingpin. I get contracts and instructions from him. He ordered the kidnapping." Tawny smiled. "That's enough for now. We can talk more later. For now...it's time for me to blow you. Are you ready?" Nick nodded. "Here we go-o," Tawny giggled. She locked eyes with him as she began to run her tongue all over his cock, her hands still on his thighs. He twitched and pulsed, making her giggle as she continued to torture him. She would take him halfway into her throat, letting the head of his cock touch her tonsils, but still not close her lips. Her tongue twitched over his balls, and again around the tip. "Please!" Nick gasped, "The agreement was for closed lips, wasn't it?" Tawny looked sheepish. "Alright, you caught me. Can't a girl have any fun? But OK, I promised." "Ohhhh yes!" Nick moaned. Tawny moaned with him as she took him deep into her throat, closed her lips, and slowly drew them up his shaft, her cheeks caved. Her hands went right to work, her left going to his balls to cup and gently knead them, and her right going to her pussy. She dipped her fingers into her dripping vagina and began to slowly rub her little pussy again as she sucked. Nick moaned and gasped, his eyes locked on Tawny's as she bobbed her head up and down his cock. She broke the contact to concentrate fully on his cock, going deep and slow, taking him into her throat with ease. Her thick, strong tongue slathered over his tip as she drew her lips up his shaft, and covered her teeth expertly on the down-stroke. Her fingernails just barely caressed his balls, causing them to tickle and tense. She felt his balls pulling up, and gently pulled them back down. Nick groaned and whimpered as she held him on the very edge of oblivion. It was as if she knew exactly what he was feeling, and could adjust to keep him from cumming! It was maddening...horrible! Nick's head spun and his eyes pinched shut so tight he could see little colored lights shooting off like fireworks. He clenched his abs and buttocks so hard they ached as he tried madly to cum, cum into Tawny's mouth. But she wouldn't let him. Somehow she just wouldn't let him cum. He moaned and gasped, trying to push his hips up to meet the slow bobs of her head, his ears filled with the sound of his cock slurping deep in her throat. She pushed his cock deep and flexed her throat, then withdrew quickly as his orgasm built. She teased his tip with her lips and tongue until he settled down, then did it again. Suddenly, she sped up. She tilted her eyes down towards the base of his cock and bobbed her head in a steady rhythm, taking him deep into her throat each time, over and over, up and down her head went. His balls pulled up and boiled with anticipation. Finally, Nick's brain screamed, release! She moaned with excitement as she bobbed her head up and down, her hair and breasts bouncing in time as she fingered her pussy. His orgasm built...closer...closer...closer!...and her mouth popped off. Tawny sat slowly back on her heels, a thin line of saliva linking her lips to the head of his cock for a moment before it broke. Nick almost cried with frustration as she sat back and coyly caught a fingernail on her tooth as she grinned at him and giggled. "That wasn't the deal..." Nick moaned feebly. He had been so close to orgasm that his tip leaked white. His balls ached and his turgid shaft pulsed like a dance club. His heart beat like a bass drum gone mad, and his chest heaved. Once again, one more touch, one more millisecond longer of that incredible blowjob, and he would have been spurting his cum into Tawny's waiting mouth! He was so tired he felt as if he already had, except for his aching loins. "I know, I know," Tawny said, looking sheepish, "The deal was for me to make you cum, right? Cum in my mouth?" "Yes!" Nick groaned. "Ohhh I'm sorry," Tawny cooed, patting his leg, "But I was thinking of you! You see, we can still help each other." Tawny stood and took a step back, running her hands over her body. "You still have some things I want to know, and I still have some things you want. Aren't there still some things you want from me? Or...want to do to me?" As she spoke she touched her pussy, and turned and pulled aside a buttock, giving him a flash of her little rosebud, still shiny with warm lube. Nick moaned softly with need. "Tell you what," Tawny said, slowly come to straddle his ram-rod straight cock. Her pussy was poised only inches above his tip. The heat emanating from that tight, wet hole was nearly scorching him. He shuddered, know that she could ask anything in the world and he would answer with the truth. "If you tell me where the hostage is...I'll lower myself right down on your lap here and take your cock in my pussy," Tawny teased. "No..." Nick groaned, saying it but not really believing it. He wanted that pussy more than anything in the world. "Are you sure?" Tawny said, looking hurt, "It's a once-in-a-lifetime offer! I promise I won't disappoint." Tawny began to play with herself as she spoke, leaning back on the table and spreading her legs. "I reeeeally think you're like my pussy, Nicky. It's hot...it's deep...and it's sooooo so very tight...wouldn't you just like a taste of my pussy? Just to feel how my pussy feels all wrapped around your cock? Here, I'll give you a free sample," Tawny said. She straddled his cock, pressing her oily tits into his face, and reached behind her butt to grab his cock and direct it to her pussy. Her fingers twined into Nick's hair and she pulled his head back so she could look into his eyes. The tip of Nick's cock stirred wetly around the tightly-closed opening to Tawny's hot pussy, scorching and searing him. He gulped and groaned. "What do you think?" Tawny giggled, running his tip up and down her wet slice, "Is that worth just a few words? Just a few?" Nick just whimpered piteously. "Oooo c'mon...feel how hot that is? Ohh it's so much hotter inside me. Wouldn't you like to be inside of me, with your hot cock held tight deeeep deep in my wet little pussy? I know you would. And I'll give it to you. All you have to do it say a fewwww little words. Mmmm I'm so ready for you Nicky. Feel how wet I am? Can you feel how wet my pussy is? Maybe you need a little more," Tawny breathed. She put a hand on her ass as if pushing herself onto his cock, and his shaft sank three inches into her tight pussy. Tawny moaned with pleasure and flexed her muscles around his tip. Nick gasped and groaned, fighting as if trying to lift a heavy weight. Even as his head shook robotically and his bound hips tried vainly to pump up into Tawny' pussy, every cell in his body screamed YES!! "Still no?" Tawny pouted, giving him an extra-hard squeeze. Nick groaned. "Maybe a little more of a taste will change your mind," Tawny giggled, pressing her hips further down his nine inches of hot steel. Six of those inches now enveloped in the God's most divine creation, Nick wasn't sure he could hold on. His head still shook. "N-n-no! No!" He cried, shaking his head, "I can't!" Unusual, Butt Not Quite Cruel "Yes, you can," Tawny whispered in his ear, pushing her hips down. She took his cock to the root, filling her hot pussy to brimming, his tip painfully nudging her cervix. She grunted at the deep invasion. Her facial expression alone nearly made Nick erupt right then and there. "Unnngggh!" he groaned, flexing his cock. "Oo-ho-hooo!" Tawny twittered, "I could feel that you naughty boy. You like my pussy, I know you do...I can feel your heartbeat through your cock. Aren't I hot? Aren't I tight and wet like I promised? And look, I took eeeevery inch [she pulled his head up so he could see their coupling. Nick moaned softly]...but I know what you'd like even more. You'd like it if I rode your rock hard cock in this tight...little...pussy...taking every inch every time I bounced, my tits right...in your face...wouldn't you like that? Wouldn't you like to cum in my little pussy? I'll let you. I'll let you cum deeeeep deep in my pussy, just like you want to...all you have to do is say a few little words. Where is the hostage? Tell me and I'll bounce up and down...up and down...I'll take you deep and hold you deep while you cum in my pussy," Tawny said, gasping and moaning as she ground herself slowly on the base of Nick's hard cock. Nick bit his lip and shook his head vigorously, madly flexing his buttocks, trying to step on the gas pedal. It wasn't working. Tawny was working her magic, and she couldn't be stopped. He realized he had stopped breathing, and gulped in a huge gasp of air. "Mmmm, I like your cock," Tawny cooed. With one hand on Nick's shoulder and the other on her ass, she slowly pulled her hips up and down his shaft, taking him from tip to root with each slow, controlled bounce. Her tits brushed his neck as she held his head back, smiling wicked as she looked into his eyes. Nick was almost crying. She would squeeze him hard on the way up, and open like a flower on the way down, engulfing him like a tight, hungry mouth. "I'll let you cum in me, I promise," Tawny whispered, biting her lip and moaning as she took him deep, "All you've got to do is tell me what I want to know, and I'll bounce hard and fast and in seconds you'll be cumming...cumming into my pussy..." With his last shred of resolve, Nick stammered, "N-no! No I won't tell!" He gasped hard and groaned deep as Tawny's pussy suddenly slipped from his cock. She stood in front of him, allowing him to raise his head and look at her. She looked genuinely hurt as she covered her pussy coyly with an open palm, pressing her legs around her hand. "You don't like my pussy?" she whimpered. She looked so pitiful and ready to cry that Nick almost launched into an explanation, but caught himself. Tawny whined and stamped her foot with disappointment like a little schoolgirl, then walked in a slow pacing line with her hands on her hips, her big tits jiggling heavily with every step. Suddenly, she turned on her high heels and looked at him with a little grin. "Weeeelllll," she said, "I think I've figured you out." She came and leaned on the table in front of him, running her hands over her body to cup her tits and pinch her nipples. "I think you want something else," she continued, slowly turning to lean over and place her elbows on the table. She stuck her perfect bubble-butt out at him and looked back over her shoulder with a grin. "You want my butt, don't you?" she giggled. Like an ass, Nick nodded. He was finished. "Ooo you're a naughty little boy, aren't you!" she cooed. "Is this what you want Nicky?" she asked, reaching behind herself to spread her buns with two fingers, just barely exposing her little pink pucker hidden deep between them. Nick couldn't even muster a response. Tawny giggled nervously and reached into her purse again for the Vaseline. She dipped her fingers in and began to smear it on her little bumhole as she spoke. "I've never done this before, though!" she whined, "Are you sure you won't just fuck my pussy instead? And cum in it?" Nick shook his head, and Tawny made a pouty face. "So this is what you need?" she continued, turning and displaying her ripe booty and slick, shiny little butthole as she continued to lube herself in preparation, "You want to put your cock up my tight little butt? Mmm...it's gonna hurt me...but I have to admit it sounds sooo hot...I can't wait to tell my girlfriends I finally took a cock in my bottom!" Nick drooled buckets, swallowing it back hard as Tawny finished lubing her little tushy and backed up to him, putting her legs tight together and between his knees. She leaned forward and put her hands on his thighs for stabilization, then nestled her ass back against him, trapping her cock between her super-slick buns, stroking him up and down, humping her booty against his cock. He groaned deeply, his head beginning to spin again, his cock so hard that it throbbed painfully, desperate for release. "Mmmm, are you getting excited, Nicky? I know I am," Tawny moaned, rubbing her ass on his cock, "But I have to admit I'm scared...your cock is sooo big and my little bottom is sooo tight...are you sure you can fit all that up my butt? I've got a niiiice big ass, but I've never had anything so big in me before...ooo you're really gonna stretch my little hole, aren't you? You're gonna open me up and go deep inside with that cock...deep in my ass...mmm and then you'll cum...you'll cum in my butt and fill me right up, won't you? Will you cum up inside me? Will you cum in my ass?" "Ohh my God yes," Nick groaned, trying to twist his hips and angle his cock so that he would slip inside her when she humped up. No such luck. Tawny giggled at his vain attempts. "Mmm, and I can't wait to feel you pumping that cum up my butt...so then we have a deal? Mmm? You give me the one little sentence I want, and in return you get to cum...in...my...ass," Tawny said. As she spoke, she raised herself up, arching her back and poising her anus over the shiny, slippery, throbbing tip of Nick's ram-rod straight cock. He could feel the greasy touch of her soft, crinkly little pucker. She flexed her bum and it seemed to kiss his tip, taunting him. He had nothing left. "3200 Ram street. They're in a loft. Three men, armed with MP5's and body armor. The hostage is on a chair rigged with bombs to a step switch. They'll blow it if you don't go in right," Nick said with resignation. He was a deadman. He half expected Tawny to just get up and leave. "My, what a good boy you are," she said, stirring her hips around on his tip, "What a good...dirty boy...I think you deserve a reward." As she finished her sentence, she leaned her hips back against his cock. She whimpered piteously as her anus pushed in, reluctant to admit his cock. Nick could believe what he was seeing. Tawny pushed harder, breathing heavily, her lips pursed and her brow furrowed as she looked back at him over her shoulder, their eyes locked. She was so tight that it seemed impossible, but the slick, greasy lube couldn't be denied; slowly, ever so slowly, Tawny's ass began to open up for Nick's cock. Her eyes got wider and wider, and her breathing deeper and more ragged. Suddenly, her hole gave way all in a rush, and all the built-up pressure went forward. The tip of Nick's cock popped into Tawny's ass, along with a good two inches of his shaft before she could stop her hips' downward plunge. "Oooo JEEEsus!!" Tawny gasped, surprise all over her face and sweat all over her brow, "Fuck that's a big cock in my ass! Ohhh my goodness I've got to stop and get used to it a second. Oooooo fuck..." she moaned. With three inches of Nick's cock in her ass, she bounced her hips in a tiny half-inch oscillation, acclimating her little tushy to the big, angry invader. "Unnnggghhh..." Nick groaned. The fit was so snug that it felt like he was pressing his cock into a greasy garden hose. Every time she pushed her hips down a little, he wasn't sure if he would ever see that part of his cock again. He didn't care. "Deeper," he commanded in a croak. " *gasp!* Deeper?" Tawny whined, giving him puppy eyes. Nick nodded. "All the way in," he commanded, more forcefully this time. "But that's nine inches!" she complained, pouting, "Do I have to?" Nick nodded vigorously, no more words coming to him. To little blood in the brain! " *sigh*...alright, I'll have to go slow...I don't know if my poor little ass can take so much cock, but I'll try!" She breathed deep and let the air out slowly through her pursed lips, then slowly let her hips give in to gravity a little more. Nick watched his greasy shaft slip smoothly up Tawny's butt, millimeter by millimeter, his mouth hanging open with disbelieving pleasure. "OhmyfuckingGod..." he moaned softly. "Oooo wow," Tawny breathed, "Five more to go!" Her hips continued their slow descent, Nick's cock sliding up into her rectum. "Four more...ho fuck, I can feel you all up inside me! You're so deep now...three more! Unnngh! Oh God it's so deep! Jesus Nicky, your cock is hurting my poor little bum...do you like that? Do you like hurting me with your penis in my butt? Ohh God you do like it...two more inches! Fuck! I don't know if I can take it all Nicky! *gasp!* It's hurts sooo good...tell me you like it, Nicky, tell me you like hurting my little booty." "I love it," Nick rasped, his sweaty, muscular chest heaving with his labored breathing, "Tell me how it feels, Tawny." "It's so deep!" Tawny groaned, "There's just one more inch to go...but it hurts me! You make me ache inside my ass, Nicky, you make me hurt so deep inside...ooooo my goodness! That's all! It's in me aaaall the way now." Tawny straightened up on Nick's lap, her ass pressed warmly against Nick's hips, his cock buried to the very hilt in her hot, pulsating rear end. She swirled her hips in circles with his cock buried in her ass, letting him feel her bowels squeezing and caressing him as her muscles worked. He moaned and gasped, his cock as hard as cold granite. She groaned deeply as she felt him flex inside of her. "Well Nicky," She said, breathing hard and peering back at him over her shoulder, "Your cock is all the way up my ass. What do you want me to do now?" "Bounce," Nick commanded, gasping. "Bounce? You mean like this?" Tawny said. She leaned forward a bit and put her hands on his knees. With her legs tight together, she slowly lifted her ass up his shaft about four inches before slowly letting it back down to rest her pussy on his balls. She groaned deeply. "Is that how you want me to do it? Hmm...maybe a little faster? Would you like that? Do you like watching me bouncing on your lap, with you cock in my butt?" Tawny said softly. Nick just nodded as Tawny began to put her words into action, slowly bouncing her ass up and down his cock with a steady, maddening rhythm. Her cheeks were so full and tight that he could actually see where his cock disappeared into Tawny's butt; only where his shaft disappeared up between her sweaty buns. He tilted his head back and listened to Tawny as she groaned, moaned, squealed and squeaked, the tight ring of her anus gliding up and down his glistening shaft, over and over, deep into her ass. She started to take more of him with each bounce, sliding her sphincter almost to his tip before impaling her ass on him once again, making her cry out and bite her lower lip. Her ass jiggled as it slapped against his hips and belly, taking the full length of his cock with each bounce; all nine inches. "Ohhh my God Nicky!" Tawny cried, "It's going so deep in my ass! It hurts me...but I'll endure it, since you're such a good boy...I'll work you with my ass until you can't take it any more. And then I'm going to make you cum, Nicky! I'm going to make you cum sooooo so deep in my ass....I'm gonna make you fill me up. Do you wanna do that, Nicky? Do you wanna fill my tight little tushy up with your cum? Do you wanna pump it up my butt? Each and every spurt? Every last drop?" Tawny continued to bounce her perfect ass up and down, up and down, taking Nick's greasy shaft deep into her tight ass over and over. Nick could only manage a gasp and groan in response to her completely rhetorical questions, but she was winning fast. His balls started to contract, and his cock pulsed in Tawny's ass. He raised his head to watch. His shaft, glistening with lube, disappeared and reappeared into and from Tawny's shiny buns over and over. And somewhere between those perfect globes of flesh lay her back door, stretched snugly around his cock. The thick, tight right of muscle rippled up and down his shaft, over every vein and contour, over and over, pulling him into her on the up-stroke and wringing the blood from him on the down-stroke, all on a smooth, slippery bed of warm lube. He felt his cock pulsing faster, and deep in Tawny's ass the tip started to tickle. His balls pulled up tighter against his body. He moaned in rhythm to her bouncing ass, gaining and volume and pitch. She looked back at him. "Oooo are you getting ready to cum Nicky? Are you getting ready to shoot that hot load into me? I can't wait...I wanna feel your warm cum flowing into my ass. Do it, Nicky! Fill me up!" Tawny moaned, egging him on. She bounced faster. Nick's cock grew like a volcano getting ready to burst forth. His toes curled up. He was seconds away!! "Please Nicky?" Tawny squealed, her bum slapping against him as she bounced, "Please cum in my ass? I've been so good to you, can't you do this one thing for me? I really-" And in that moment Nick exploded into Tawny's ass with a bellow of triumph. "Oooo! Oo my goodness I can feel it!" Tawny gasped, thick ropes of Nick's cum blasting into her rectum, "Oh Nicky I can feel you cumming in my ass! Yes! Yes! Fill my little tushy with your cum!" Nick's cock pulsed over and over in her ass, shooting the biggest load of his life. Tawny held his cock deep in her ass, the standing tower of his shaft sticking nine inches into her belly as spurt after spurt of thick white cum burst forth into her body. She could feel the warm pool deep inside, just as Nick could feel the hot wetness of his load. Finally, he collapsed in his chair as if smote with a bolt of lightning. The last thing he saw before passing out was Tawny's ass as she slowly pulled her hips up and off his softening cock, his tip slipping from her anus with a soft pop, a thin trickle of pure white oozing down her left buttock. He awoke in a daze, in a different room. This one had bars. And a concrete slab. And not much else. He was dressed in an orange jumpsuit and strange-looking slip-on shoes. He looked up, and Tawny was standing on the other side of the bars, flanked by a man in a suit and a police officer that could have passed for Andre The Giant. Tawny was again dressed in professional garb. The man in a suit held a briefcase. "Good you see you awake, Mr. Tartan. You've been sleeping for two days," Tawny said, as if she'd never seen him. Nick's mouth worked in disbelief. "We would like to thank you for your information, and would also like to inform you that the hostage has been rescued alive. Your "boss" is in custody. In fact, if you accept our plea bargain (which I would suggest, given your confession), you'll get to share a cell block with him and two of your old pals when the trial is over. Your lawyer will be here shortly to discuss the terms of the deal." Tawny gave him an odd smile to his disbelieving gape. She nodded to the two men, and they left. Nick stood and went to the bars, still too blind with rage and disbelief to say anything. Tawny gave him mockingly sympathetic eyes. "Awww, don't take it too hard, cop-killer scum," Tawny said, patting him on the cheek through the bars, "It was only a one-time thing. Besides, you'll get plenty of ass-fucking where you're going. I guess you can always decline the bargain though. And we'll put you on trial...and we'll win...and then you can look forward to a short, quick ride on the Old Sparky. So...good luck!" She turned to leave, then stopped and looked back at him with a smile. "Thanks for the shot in the tush, though," she giggled, biting her lip and glancing furtively down at his crotch, "It was my best ever." She winked and was gone, leaving Nick to begin counting the spots on the poured concrete floor.