0 comments/ 261952 views/ 15 favorites Drug Bust By: indiajones Samir drove quickly, he had to reach the rendezvous on time, or else he would be in big trouble. His wife Radhika, unaware of his predicament kept urging him to slow down. Samir was a small time retailer. He ran a chemist store in central Mumbai and had run into heavy gambling losses. This had compelled him to turn distributor for some Nigerian drug dealers thru his retail shop. Using off some of the drug money proceeds to pay of his many outstanding debts he was on his way to convince his principals to give him some extra time to pay up. He reached the isolated petrol pump at Sewri where he'd been directed. Maurice and Peter, the Nigerian dealers would be waiting for him. He had been on the road with his wife when they called and asked him to come immediately to settle the matter. Having no choice he'd taken a detour and reached the pump. Getting off he told his wife to take the car and go home. As she was about to leave a white van pulled up. Maurice's henchman Francis got down and roughly pushed Samir into the van. Francis was built like a tank, his 6 ft broad muscular frame dwarfed Samir, who stood a puny 5'6" in his socks and weighed just 115 lbs. "Where are you taking him," screamed Radhika, concerned for her husbands safety. "Just go," screamed Samir gesturing frantically to his wife. "She your wife," Francis asked Samir, Samir nodded quietly. Francis walked over to Radhika's vehicle and bellowed, "Park your car and get in with your husband." "No way," she replied. Francis gestured to another obese man sitting in the van. A revolver magically appeared in his hand and pointed at Samir's head. "So are you coming or not?" Francis bellowed again. With tear stained eyes Radhika replied, "I'll come with you." Radhika got out of her car and ran to her husband. Her sari clad extremely overweight frame did not make it easy for her to move quickly. She sat quietly in the van next to her husband. Francis got in and tied and blindfolded both Samir and Radhika. Satisfied that his prisoners were securely bound and gagged he got off the van and shutting the door secured it from outside. Both Samir and his wife struggled against their bonds, but Francis had done his job well. The dark tinted glasses on the air-conditioned van made it impossible for any outsider to see their predicament. The obese henchman drove the van after rechecking his captives bonds. Francis took the wheel of Samir's car and followed the van as the bound and blindfolded duo was taken to their meeting. "Welcome, welcome," said Maurice as Samir's eyes struggled to cope in the brightly lit warehouse. "And what do we have here?" he asked pointing to Radhika. "My wife," said Samir quietly. Maurice's eyes glistened as he took in Radhika's busty corpulent 5'4" 150 lb. sari clad body. "You brought the money?" Peter's voice boomed as he walked up and stood next to Maurice. Radhika started sobbing at the sight of the six-foot plus muscular Nigerians. "Shut up bitch," boomed Peter, "Or I'll punch the little shit." Radhika muffled her sobs and watched as Francis dragged Samir over to Maurice and Peter. "You brought the money?" Peter asked again. "I don't have it today but I'll get it within a week, please give me an extension," pleaded Samir. Maurice pushed Samir sending him sprawling on the floor, "You little shit. Who gave you the right to play with our money," he bellowed. Radhika started sobbing again and ran to her husband. "Please leave us alone, whatever it is we'll pay you off, please let him go," she pleaded. Maurice walked over and grabbing Radhika pulled her off Samir. "Leave her alone," screamed Samir. "And what are you going to do about it big boy," laughed Maurice, as he jerked Samir to his feet, "You need to be taught a lesson." Maurice ripped Samir's shirt off exposing his painfully thin hairless torso. Undoing Samir's belt he dragged his trousers and underwear off as Samir struggled in vain. Samir stood there, tears streaming down his cheeks, arms held by his side, naked except for his socks and shoes. "What a wimp, I've seen young girls with better physiques than yours," taunted Maurice laughing at Samir's woefully thin naked body and matchstick legs. "And what the hell is this? A worm? Fuck my pinkie is bigger than that," laughed Peter pointing to Samir's tiny inch long shriveled penis, "Hey wife, does he manage to fuck you at all with this thing?" Radhika looked away not wanting to witness her husband's total humiliation. "Hey, I'm talking to you," said Peter angrily. Radhika continued staring at the floor. Peter walked over and grabbed her hard, Samir moved to intervene but Francis and his henchman held him down tight. "Hold him down, I'll teach him to fuck around with me," bellowed Maurice. He dropped his jeans and boxers exposing his black monster cock. It hung halfway to his knees in its limp state. "Omigosh," Radhika gasped as she laid eyes on the eight inches of limp circumcised cock meat dangling from Maurice's crotch. "Hey wife, undress and come here, I can see you staring at my man cock," Maurice ordered. "I'm not doing anything of that sort," said Radhika defiantly, unable to take her eyes of Maurice's cock. She had never even seen any man naked except Samir. Radhika stared, enamored by the exposed cock head, in total disbelief that a cock could be this big. He was more than twice as long limp, as her husband was erect. Having been a virgin when she married her sexual experience was extremely limited. Samir mounted her routinely on Saturday nights, sucked and licked her breasts for a couple of minutes and fucked for a full five minutes before he climaxed in her pussy. She barely felt any sensation when he penetrated her and she always used her fingers to satisfy herself right after her husband rolled off her and went off to sleep. The revolver appeared magically once more and was pointed at Samir's head. "Ok, ok, I'll undress," said Radhika fearfully. She undraped her sari and slip and stood before her tormentors clad in her undergarments. Her white bra encased her humungous breasts and her belly fat hung over her huge white panties, which encased her heavy cellulite laden buttocks. "Strip totally, let's have a look at you naked," growled Peter. A tearful Radhika sobbed as she released her breasts from the confines of her bra. The grapefruit sized mounds flopped down and hung towards her fat abdomen. She covered her massive black nipples with her palms, her eyes pleading for respite. She allowed Peter to yank off her underwear. Her hairy pussy was now visible, as she stood totally nude except for her sandals. "Oh fuck! Look at them titties guys, fucking massive, and what a big fleshy butt," said Peter grabbing and squeezing Radhika's obese body. "She's a fat ugly bitch, but she'll do, I like her big titties," commented Maurice on Radhika's dark naked corpulent figure. Radhika unsuccessfully tried to cover her hairy pussy with one hand and her breasts with the other, but Peter glared at her and she dropped her hands to her sides exposing her shame for all to see. Maurice undressed and walked over to Radhika. Now totally nude he looked like a bodybuilder, not an ounce of fat on his well-muscled body, his still soft circumcised dick swinging around like a python. Radhika stared wide-eyed at the monster swinging between Maurice's legs still unable to take her eyes of the big cock. "Yeah wifey baby, cocks can be that big. Not all of us are hung like wimps," grinned Maurice. "Look all you want baby, it's going to be in your pussy soon." "Well Samir, I have a proposal for you. We are going to use your wife in front of you. If we're satisfied you get a 48-hour extension. Do you accept?" bellowed Maurice. Samir nodded quietly, he needed the 48 hours to save his skin. If it meant sacrificing his innocent wife, well so be it. "How can you do this to me Samir?" sobbed Radhika. "I'm your wife, I can't handle him, just look at the size of his thing." Samir looked away too bothered with saving his own skin rather than facing up to his wife. Maurice stood over Radhika his massive limp dick staring her in the face. "This is a man's cock, not a little worm like your husbands. You're gonna suck it good, if you bite I'll kill that wimp, understood." "I've never done that, please let me go," Radhika whimpered. Maurice nodded at Francis who raised a fist at Samir. "Ok, I'll do whatever you say," Radhika nodded thru tears, her eyes still focused on Maurice's cock. "That's better baby once you experience my big black cock you'll realise what you've been missing out on. That wimpy cock is just no good for a fuck," grinned Maurice as he massaged his still soft cock. Radhika took hold of his limp cock with both her hands and tentatively licked the exposed cock head. This was the first time she had laid eyes on a circumcised cock. She was secretly fascinated by the big appendage, still in shock over its sheer size. Samir watched as his wife tried to suck and lick Maurice's monster, he too was awestruck by the size of Maurice's dick. Being very conventional, he had hardly seen another naked male much less a male as hung as Maurice, he too couldn't believe a cock could be this big. Maurice's dick grew even bigger as Radhika slobbered over it, fully erect now it was close to 12 inches long and 2 inches across. Radhika drooled over the rock hard monster cock having to use both her hands. Maurice grabbed her by the neck and fucked her mouth, he was only able to get about 4 inches of his monster into her before Radhika started gagging. "It's huge it will never fit inside me," whimpered Radhika releasing the foot long cock from her mouth. "Enough bitch, get your ass over there," glared Maurice guiding Radhika to a wooden table. Radhika complied quietly and walked over to the table. Maurice positioned her on the table and spread her legs wide exposing her fat hairy cunt. Radhika sobbed uncontrollably with shame as her cunt was now totally exposed. Maurice stuck his index finger inside Radhika stimulating her pussy walls. Radhika gasped at the intrusion, it felt longer and thicker than her husband's cock, her hips started squirming and her juices started flowing around Maurice's intrusion. "Hey pussy boy your bitch is getting wet, she's real horny," grinned Maurice, elated by Radhika's reaction to his stimulation. Satisfied that her pussy was now sufficiently lubricated he positioned the plum sized head at the entrance of Radhika's pussy and penetrated her slowly. "Ow, Ow, you're killing me," screeched Radhika, her hips struggling against the monster cock making its way into her. She sobbed with pain as inches of hard dark cockmeat slid up her love canal. "Please don't, please leave me, its hurting me, It won't fit inside me please," sobbed Radhika tearfully as Maurice sunk his entire length into her pussy and made contact with her cervix. "Relax and enjoy my man cock baby, you're just not used to a big dick. After I'm thru with you you'll be begging for it," gloated Maurice. Turning to Samir he bellowed tauntingly, "Hey pussy boy, I don't think you have ever used this cunt properly, she's so fucking tight. You just don't have the right cock equipment for this juicy pussy." Samir looked down, his humiliation had reached a new high. Peter and his henchmen had a good laugh as they watched Samir's expression. "Hey Pete, come and suck her titties, they look really fat and juicy," called out Maurice. Peter dropped his jeans and boxers as he walked over to Radhika, his circumcised cock almost fully erect. His cock too was enormous, just an inch shorter than Maurice's. Standing next to the copulating couple he drew off his shirt, his physique was similar to Maurice, well muscled without a hint off flab. Peter latched onto a fat nipple and guided Radhika's hand to his cock. Radhika lay back as Maurice pounded her hard; the excruciating pain in her pussy had now turned into an extremely pleasurable sensation. She felt guilty that she was actually enjoying the fucking that Maurice was giving her. His cock filled her pussy to the brim and gave her sensations that Samir had never come close to giving in ten years of marriage. "Ah yes fuck me, fuck me, fill me with your big cock," moaned Radhika. Her pussy was now on fire and she bucked her hips vigorously against Maurice urging him to fuck her harder. She grabbed Peter's 11-inch monster and began jerking him off. "Hey pussy boy looks like your wife is enjoying fucking my big cock. She's got a real tight juicy pussy," taunted Maurice again pumping hard into his now willing victim. Samir sobbed as he watched his wife of ten years shamelessly and willingly copulated with his tormentors before his very eyes. Grabbing Peter's neck Radhika forced him to take more of her massive breast into his warm mouth. "Aahhhh...fuck me harder, yes fuck me hard with your big cock," she wailed as the first throes of her orgasm hit her now pleasured cunt. She thrashed about as she climaxed, her fat belly and hips bouncing obscenely as she bucked wildly under her rapist. Maurice waited until Radhika recovered from the first ever-vaginal orgasm that she had experienced. "So wife did you enjoy fucking my big cock? Was it better than pussy boy?" gloated Maurice running his hands over Radhika's breasts squeezing and pinching her massive orbs. "Yes I loved it, my cunt has never felt anything like it. Your big cock is fantastic, I barely feel Samir inside me," she replied breathlessly. "Hey Maurice, this little faggot's got a woody," called out Francis pointing out Samir's tiny four inch erection. Peter turned around, "Hey pussy boy, looks like you enjoy your watching your wife getting fucked by a man. Hey Maurice look at that tiny dick, looks more like a tiny cocktail sausage to me." Everybody laughed at Samir as he stared at the floor trying to will his erection to go down, but the sexual coupling he had just witnessed had turned him on too much for that to happen. "Fuck the faggot Francis, pound his pretty little backside," called out Maurice, his monster still buried deep in Radhika's pussy. Francis undid his trousers as his henchman forced Samir onto all fours and placed his arse high up providing easy access to his would be rapist. Francis took a condom from his wallet and unrolled it over his thick eight inch cut cock. Using a bit of spittle to additionally lubricate the condom covered tip he positioned himself right behind Samir. "Eeeyooww...." howled Samir as Francis thrust his thick cock head hard into his virgin arsehole. Samir tried to crawl forward but Francis and his henchman held him down tight. "Stay still, pussy boy if you know what's good for you," hissed Francis, taking hold of Samir's tiny scrotum. "I will I will, please go easy," pleaded Samir tearfully. His erection had all but disappeared as his cock shrunk further into his scrotal sac. "That's better faggot," said Francis as he rammed his thick cock further into Samir's virgin arse. Radhika was now oblivious to her husband's suffering as Maurice had started fucking her again. She was really enjoying sex for the first time, her hips meeting him thrust for thrust, and her mouth full of Peter's hard cock. Maurice fucked her hard till he felt the cum build in his balls. This fat bitch was a real slut he thought to himself as his powerful hips thrust into Radhika. "Hey Pete, move off and fuck the bitch I'm gonna come in her mouth," said Maurice withdrawing his foot long monster. He quickly traded places with Peter. Radhika gagged, as she tasted her pussy juices as Maurice put his slick dick into her mouth, he pumped his monster dick a few times and emptied his copious load within Radhika's lips. Radhika gagged again as Maurice's cum slipped down her throat; she was unable to swallow the entire contents of Maurice's balls. Her face and neck were covered with come as Peter pounded her vagina mercilessly. She bucked against Peter violently her body fat jiggling obscenely; her loins were once again on fire with the pounding Peter's cock was giving her. "Aah... yes, yes fuck me, fuck me with your big cock," wailed Radhika as she felt another stirring in her loins as the second orgasm of the afternoon hit her corpulent body. Peter was not as considerate as Maurice; he continued his merciless pounding of her vagina not waiting for her to recover from her orgasm. Radhika wailed as Peter fucked her hard, "Please stop, please, just for a little time please." "Shut up, I can see you're enjoying it," growled Peter shoving a thick finger into Radhika's virgin arsehole. "Ow.. Please no, not there," screamed Radhika as she felt the anal intrusion. "I told you to shut up, and enjoy it," growled Peter again. Radhika nodded her submission, her eyes and expression displaying the pleasure she was enjoying. Samir's pain lessened as Francis kept thrusting deep into his arsehole. His arse had coped well with the penile intrusion and his tiny cock stood erect once again. He looked up to see Peter thrusting into the loins of his corpulent wife as he let loose his potent seed into his now extremely willing victim, Radhika bucked hard against Peter milking his seed from his balls. Oh shit, Samir thought as he watched Peter withdraw his still erect cum stained penis from Radhika's vagina, his wife had no protection and she would most probably get pregnant. "Yo Francis, are you enjoying yourself?" asked Maurice. "Pussy boy here has a nice tight bum," grinned Francis. "The little faggot is actually enjoying it, look at his little worm, it's standing up." Both Peter and Maurice had a good laugh. "Hey wife jerk your husband off, I bet he'd love to cum while he's being fucked. What about it pussy boy?" bellowed Maurice. Samir nodded, he was beyond all humiliation now. He was now enjoying his anal rape and sought release even if it came by his wife's hand in front of strangers. Radhika stared at her husband; she couldn't believe that he was actually enjoying being fucked in the arse. "Hey wife, get your ass over to pussy boy and jerk him off," bellowed Maurice again. Without any hesitation Radhika walked over to her cock impaled husband. Peter's cum dripped out of her pussy and onto her thighs. "Yeah wife, jerk him off," cheered Maurice. Radhika reached under her husband's woefully thin torso and took his uncut penis into her palm. She pulled and jerked the tiny appendage and massaged his swinging balls. Samir's face contorted with ecstasy as his wife played with and jerked his uncircumcised cock. He squealed and ejaculated into her palm, his cock shriveling up once he had emptied his load. "Hey Francis, you want a piece of her?" asked Maurice. Francis nodded in reply and pulled his thick eight inches out of Samir's arsehole. "She's full of Pete's cum, I want her cleaned up before I fuck her." "That's pussy boy's job, he can lick Pete's cum out of her," sniggered Maurice. "Spread your legs wifey dear, pussy boy here is having dessert." Samir had collapsed on the floor and was catching his breath. Both Francis and Peter picked him up and placed his face between his wife's fat thighs. "Clean her up pussy boy," ordered Peter. Knowing better than to argue with his tormentors Samir pushed his face into his wife's hairy bush and commenced lapping up Peter's cum as it flowed out of her pussy. "Clean her thighs too pussy boy," sniggered Francis. Samir obliged without a murmur and lapped up the drying cum which was coating his wife's thick thighs. Radhika squirmed as Samir licked her thighs and pussy. He had never even kissed her pussy in the ten years they had been together. She was quite enjoying having her husband lick her off. The fact that it was forced on him and they had an audience didn't even cross her mind as she grabbed his neck and forced his tongue deeper into her pussy. Drug Bust They say that a person's entire life flashes before their eyes when they know they are going to die. I don't believe that is true, I do know that the last three years did, though. I answered the knock on my door, expecting to be told where to go work, my heart skipped a beat when I saw the two goons standing there. They just shoved their way in, then stepped aside, separating themselves. I am a cop, I work narcotics, and undercover. It isn't a lifestyle that lends itself to anything even remotely approaching normalcy. No wife, no family. Not even any friends that I could really talk to. The only good part is the shit we handled was never touched by any of us, business was business. Touch it and there would be a short paragraph in the newspaper, that had been made clear. Just one time things had gotten heavy, I was in the back seat as we drove downtown, grabbed a guy off the corner. He had been skimming or using, I didn't ask. They just grabbed him, jerked him into the car. I will always remember his face as he turned to look at me, knowing. I just sat there. They pulled down an alley, put four rounds into him and got back into the car and we drove off. I didn't ask and nobody said anything, we drove back to a tavern and had some beer. Drinking and smoking pot was the norm, so I did it too. There were women around a lot. Round and soft and stupid mostly, uninteresting to me. In the movies and on TV help is close by, plus there is the "wire" worn that records everything. They burst in just in time and save the day. I knew there would be no one coming to save me. No wire, either. That would just get you dead. In the real world we live as one of those we are trying to investigate, we become just like them. Any communications with headquarters is rare, even the go between is only informed rarely. Kristen served as my communication, she was also undercover but from all outward appearances she was just a hooker I used from time to time. She came to my apartment through the back late at night. I kept her up to date, she left and passed on the names and information I managed to collect. I had known her for several years, she was married which I didn't consider a good thing. I never even thought of her in any other way other than just as a partner. In those days we resented even having women around. I guess headquarters was right, she was the best choice, I just didn't like the married part or even the female part. Especially a very pretty female that was maybe 130 pounds soaking wet. Equality be damned, when we are dealing with perps that will just cap someone and then eat a sandwich on the way home, women are a disadvantage. It didn't take me too long to realize that Kristen could actually handle herself, a few times we had to really roust some asshole and she was not the least bit adverse to kicking them in the balls. It took awhile but she earned my respect. We were partners for almost two years. She transferred, I found myself missing her. After two years of total trust and working together, we get to know a person pretty well. A few years later I made detective, and went undercover. I became a punk, a street hood, slowly working my way inside. The surprise was that Kristen was my contact. Risks are part of the job, it was my ass that was out there on the line most of the time. Kristen showed up, stayed for an hour or so maybe once every week or two, then left. It seemed reasonably safe, right? Right. I still am not sure exactly what caused the suspicion, but I knew the two goons sent to roust me around had no concerns at all with just popping me and leaving. I knew this because we had already lost one man that tried to get inside the gang of assholes we were trying to crack. Three fucking years and I still didn't have a clue how they got the product in or out. Someone showed up, told me where to be and I went. Then it was a few days of cutting and packaging, they handed me a wad of cash and told me to get lost. Three fucking years and so far I had gotten pretty much nowhere. There seemed to be no end to the supply, whoever was behind it all was pretty big and well connected, that much was obvious. Now they suspected me and I wasn't real sure why. Both of these pricks were the size of gorillas, too. "You a fucking cop, Danny?" Art shoved me backwards the instant the door opened, I saw Barry right behind him. Barry was even bigger than Art, he had a huge gut. He claimed to be Italian but he looked to be Hawaiian. Art was just fucking ugly. Both of them were scowling at me, nothing new there though. "What the fuck are you talking about, a cop?" I yelled back. I was thinking of my piece in the drawer by my bed. Barry just walked over and jerked the drawer open, stuffed my piece in his pants. Art gave me another shove, my knees hit the edge of the bed and I sat down. "Don't give us any fucking shit, we saw the bitch coming in and out." "What bitch?" "You know which one, asshole." "So what, a guy has needs, what the fuck!" "Sneaking up the back, too?" "Hey, I got neighbors, for Christ's sake." "Same damn broad every fucking time, motherfucker. How come you never have nobody else?" He had his fat hands around my neck now. "I like her, what the fuck is wrong with that?" I managed to get out. "Same fucking cunt for at least six months, whatcha gonna do, marry her?" I would have answered but I couldn't. Just then there was a knock on the back door. Real bad fucking timing, it was almost like they expected her though. At least Art let go of my neck. Barry opened it, reached out and grabbed a startled Kristen and jerked her inside, slamming the door. "What the hell, hey, I ain't doing any three of you for less than $200 each." She protested, yelling. Damn quick thinking, I thought. Her slight frame had no chance in getting loose from Barry's grip but she tried. "Ow, you are hurting me." She whimpered. He shoved her back onto the bed beside me. "So you are fucking this bitch, Danny? Well, fuck her, then." Art's face turned into his impression of a grin. "What? Hey, some stuff is private, damn it." I told him. "No way am I going for this shit." Kristen said, trying to get up. That just got her slammed back against the bed again. "You say you are fucking her, so fuck her. Prove it!" He reached inside his coat and produced a piece. "Hey, guys.....No need for that shit." Kristen said, alarm in her voice. "Shut the fuck up, bitch!" Art glared at her. "Yea, and get it off." Barry said, a leer cracking his face. "Hey, if you want to watch it will cost you..." She said. "Get it off, you ain't getting shit!" He yelled at her, waving a pistol. Kristen looked at me, she managed a shrug. But I saw the fear in her eyes. Her hands came up and she began to trip the buttons on her blouse. The two goons just stood there and watched. She stood up, slid the blouse off her shoulders, revealing a soft black bra. Just then her pager went off. Barry reached for her pocketbook, pulled it out and looked at it. "Who's this?" He demanded. "A customer." "Call him." "Why?" "Because I fucking told you to call the motherfucker, that's why!" He took a step towards her. "OK, OK," She said. She pushed the number into her cell. "Hi, I am returning your call." "Sure, $200." She listened for a second. "$300 that way, honey." "OK, call me back when you decide." She hung up. "Cheap motherfucker!" She muttered, playing the hooker role to perfection. I knew about the fake ad she had running, she usually just didn't answer them. But if anyone checked on her, she seemed to be just a prostitute from all outward appearances. Both Art and Barry laughed at her calling the john a cheap motherfucker. It made me feel more at ease. Kristen stood there in just her dark slacks and black bra, hesitant. Then her body language changed, her hand brushed back an imaginary stray hair, she tipped her shoulders back, lifting her breasts. They both were watching her closely. "So what do you guys want? Do you want to watch, or join in? There are some things I don't do." "Get on with it." Barry told her. "Look, I don't know what's going on, I just need to make a living." She told him. "Well, get to making a fucking living then." "Right here in front of ...both of you?" "Yea, right here in front of both of us! If you are a fucking hooker, then it's no big deal. If not, then...." He let that sentence hang ominously. She looked at me, I was still sitting there, not sure of what to do. She shrugged again. "What the fuck, why not?" She reached back and tripped the catch on her bra, slid it off. I looked at her, her breasts were small and round, capped with soft pink nipples. She undid her slacks and pushed them off. She stood there for a second in just a pair of thin pink panties, then she slid them down, too. She was completely bare, an obvious wax job. I looked her up and down, doing my best to appear interested. She was beautiful, that was clear. "Well, at least you got good taste, Danny." Art croaked out what sounded like a laugh. I still sat there fully clothed. Kristen sat down beside me, my eyes met hers. She managed to cover what she was thinking, she had no other choice. Her hands reached down and she tripped my pants, freeing me. I was limp as a noodle. Kristen reached down and tugged off my pants and briefs. "What's the matter, can't get it up?" Barry grinned at me. "Hell, not with you assholes standing there staring at me!" "Give him some help." Art told her. She reached down and began to pump my limp cock, there was no way that I could see that it was ever going to work. I did not want to do this, not with my partner and my friend. But Kristen knew what to do, I began to slowly erect. "Maybe Danny ain't queer after all!" Barry guffawed, acting proud of his own wisecrack. "Hey, baby, suck it a little bit, that might work." Art told her. They were both staring at her nude body, Barry even moved over so he could get a clearer look at her bare pussy. She saw the motion and moved her right leg up, letting him see between her legs. His expression changed to one of lust. I knew I had to do something, I reached out and touched her bare breast, her eyes met mine again. Then she leaned down and engulfed me, working her lips over my stiffening member. She was enthusiastic about it from all outward appearances, that did it for me, I swelled to my full size. Finally erect, I turned towards her. She leaned over and pulled open my desk drawer, found a package of condoms. I kept them there, even though I almost never had a chance to use them. I would take a couple with me to a place I knew about once in awhile, that was it. "Bareback!" Art ordered. "What? No way, I don't...." She started to protest but stopped when she saw the look on his face. "Do it or else." He said flatly. I glanced at Barry, he was getting off on this, still staring at Kristen. She sighed, then just lay back and opened her legs. I rolled over on top of her, her eyes met mine again. Reaching down, I pressed myself against her. I felt my cock slide first an inch or two, then finally I was all the way in. It was a struggle, she wasn't damp. But then her body betrayed her and reacted, I felt her become slippery as her hips began to come up to meet me. I didn't last very long. I felt myself starting to orgasm, just before I did I pulled out, letting it fly all over her stomach and breasts. I rolled off of her, lay back. Both Art and Barry were now sitting in my chairs, just watching. They looked at each other grinning, then back at us. "Motherfucker, what the fuck was that, about $400 a minute?" Barry busted up laughing. "OK. Fuck it, let's get the hell out of here." Art said, getting up. "Hey, wait a minute. I want to get me some of that!" Barry said. I felt Kristen stiffen slightly when he said that. "We ain't got time, get the bitch's number and call her. We gotta go report." Then he turned to me. "OK. Just remember, we are watching your fucking ass, one fuck up and you get it." He waved the gun again. "Two hundred bucks, sweetie." Kristen smiled, jotting down a phone number and handing it to Barry. He looked at it and grinned, stuck the piece of paper in his pocket. Then he reached out and grabbed one of her bare breasts, squeezed it. "I will show you what a real piece of meat can do, baby." He leered at her. They both got up and left, leaving us both nearly naked. I still had my shirt on, I got up and reached for my pants. Kristen pulled on her slacks, I pointedly didn't look at her as she dressed. When I did turn, she was using a tissue to wipe her breasts. She caught my glance, turned away and slid her bra and blouse on. "Thank you for....pulling out, Danny." She told me in a quiet voice. "I am so sorry, Kristen." I didn't know what else to say. "It's all right, we didn't have a choice." Her voice was still very quiet. "What do we do now?" I asked. "Nothing. Nothing at all. It didn't happen." She turned and looked at me. There was a trace of a tear in her eyes. I understood. It was just a week later when we took down the warehouse, the only bad part was when we went in Barry reached for his pistol and I wasn't the one to take him out. One of the others on the team got that pleasure. Art was taken in a highway stop a few hours later. I saw him as they brought him in in handcuffs, he spotted me and glared. "I knew it, motherfucker." He growled at me. "You are fucking dead!" "Go for it in 50 years, if you still can." I grinned at him. I was sitting at my desk completing the reports when I looked up to see Tony, Kristen's husband walk in. He worked in another department, I had only seen him once or twice before. He came up to me, smiled. "Kris told me what happened. I just wanted to say thank you, she could have been killed." I nodded, not really knowing what to say. We just looked at each other for a moment, then he turned to go. "Tony?" I said. "Yea?" "You have one hell of a woman there, the truth is ....she saved me. Tell her I said to transfer to traffic." He just nodded, and walked out. Drug Bust "Yeah lick my pussy, lick it, make me come," she moaned bucking her hips against her husband's chin. Maurice, Peter and Francis guffawed with laughter as they watched the corpulent wife force her husband to lick her off in front of their rapists. "Fuck man, your wife is a real cock slut," said Maurice doubling over with laughter. "Yeah baby, yeah, Aah... I'm coming," moaned Radhika as she climaxed, nearly choking her husband between her fat thighs as she forced him to lick her harder. A sputtering Samir stood up after he managed to extricate his neck from his orgasming wife's strangling thighs. His face and chin shiny with cum and pussy juice. "Thank you pussy boy or rather pussy cleaner, or is that pussy cummer," mocked Francis as Samir stared unbelievingly at his orgasming wife. "So wifey dear are you ready to be fucked by Francis?" questioned Maurice. "I'll get you the money now, please let us go," sobbed Samir pleading with his tormentors. "I'll tell you what buddy, you watch Francis fuck her, then you can take him with you and get the money. I can't send horny Francis out with you; he's liable to fuck you in the arse again. Wifey dear will keep us entertained while you're gone," guffawed Maurice. "Yep," nodded Peter. "She's ugly but she's a fantastic piece of ass and I can't wait to get my cock between those big titties. Do I have your permission to fuck your wife's titties while you're gone," said Peter sarcastically. Samir stood by and watched as Radhika willingly lay down on a mattress and took Francis's now bare cock into her mouth. His tiny cock started getting erect once again. "Aah yes, suck it baby," moaned Francis as Radhika licked his cock head and ran her fingers over his cum filled balls. She jerked the hard shaft keeping the cock head in her warm mouth. "Yeah baby, suck my cock," moaned Francis again, grabbing Radhika's neck thrusting his hips and sending his hard cock deeper into Radhika's mouth. "Ride me," Francis ordered, "Come on top of me." Radhika complied willingly squatting over Francis's eight inches of throbbing cockmeat. "Aah. That feels good," she groaned as she squatted over Francis and guided his cock into her now hungry pussy. This was the first time she was going to be on top of a man. She could never ride her puny husband for fear of crushing him with her overweight body. "Yeah baby fuck him ride him hard," cheered Peter as Radhika's corpulent body bounced over Francis's torso. She leaned forward and proffered a fat nipple to Francis, "Suck me," she said without pausing her wild ride. "Aaahhh that's nice," she moaned as Francis took a fat nipple into his mouth. Samir stared in bewilderment at his wife. He couldn't believe that she had gone from a demure overweight docile housewife to a cock hungry slut. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he watched Radhika ride Francis, rubbing her clit over his crotch. "Hey man your wife is fantastic, where have you been hiding her?" laughed Maurice clipping Samir on the back. "Fuck man take all your time to repay, just leave her with us till you do so." "Aahhhh. I'm coming, fuck me, fuck me," moaned Radhika rubbing her clit harder on Francis's crotch. She collapsed sweating onto her lover's chest and kissed him on the lips even as he continued bucking his hips into her satisfied pussy. Samir watched in shock, his four incher fully erect, as Francis thrust his thick cock into Radhika's pussy and spurted his potent seed into her belly. Both the satisfied lovers were locked in a lip-locking embrace as they lay on the mattress. "I have a better idea," said Peter turning to Samir, "You loan us your wife for a fortnight and we wipe off your due." "Excellent idea Pete," grinned Maurice. "Anyways pussy boy's pecker is no good for her any more, look at his dickie, it's going to get lost in her pussy after she's been fucked by us. What do you think wimp?" "I want my wife back," bawled Samir, 'I'll get you your money now." "Wait a minute guys, it's me you're discussing. I want a fuck now whether Samir pays you off or not. I need your big cocks in me now." Turning to her husband she said, "Sorry Samir there is no way you're going to be able come close to satisfying me with that cock of yours. You got me into this mess, watch us and eat my pussy out." "My kind of girl," laughed Maurice stroking his semi-hard cock as he walked over to a cock impaled Radhika. "I need to wash up," announced Radhika as she got off Francis, her pussy leaking cum and leaving a sticky mess on her ample thighs. "And boys if you're going to fuck me again with your lovely big dicks you better do it in more comfortable surroundings. It's hot, sticky and uncomfortable out here." "Sure princess come with me," said Maurice taking her by the waist and leading her deeper into the warehouse. Turning to Francis he said, "Take wimpy with you and get the cash." Maurice led Radhika into his opulently furnished office; the air-conditioning provided a cool respite from the sultriness of the warehouse. A side door led to a plush bedroom with a king sized bed. Peter followed Maurice into the bedroom and they guided Radhika into the opulently marbled bathroom. "All the comforts of home baby," said Maurice softly as he turned on the shower for Radhika. The warm water felt relaxing as Radhika stood under the shower and soaped dried cum off her body. "Come I'll wash you off," she said beckoning both Maurice and Peter to join her in the shower. Running her hands over Maurice's chest she enjoyed the feel of his hard muscled body as she soaped her former rapist's torso. Bending down she took hold of Maurice's semi-hard cock and soaped the entire length making sure to clean his cock head and heavy balls. "There all clean," she said standing on her toes and kissing Maurice, her tongue snaking into his warm mouth. Bending worshipfully down she kissed and licked the entire length of Maurice's monster cock. "I love your cock," she said, "I can't wait to fuck you again." She repeated the ritual with Peter only taking the additional liberty of bending him over and finger fucking his arsehole. "Naughty little bitch aren't you," grinned Peter as he bent over and allowed Radhika to shove her soapy fingers up his butt. "Just getting even, you felt my butt now it's my turn," she said kissing him on the lips and exploring his mouth with her tongue. Both Peter and Maurice helped dry Radhika's corpulent body. They were careful to be gentle with their now extremely co-operative victim. Radhika led them to the bed holding on to their erect cocks. Pushing them onto the bed she took each of their cocks in turn and lovingly jerked and examined the monster dicks. "Yeah baby, suck my big black dick," moaned Maurice as Radhika wrapped her lips around his plum sized head and sucked hard while massaging his cum-laden balls. Peter busied himself with her massive tits sucking and licking her massive hangers. "Fuck baby your tits are massive, I could get lost in them for a whole day," Peter grinned as he bent forward and rubbed his erect cock on Radhika's fat nipples. Radhika released Maurice's cock from her lips and turned her attention to Peter's equally hard cock licking and sucking his shaft and heavy cum-laden balls. "I never knew sex could be so pleasurable, I love your big cocks," she said rubbing Maurice's cock on her breasts. "Samir has never made me cum with that dick of his and I don't think he's ever going to succeed." "Don't worry baby we're there for you," said Maurice as he took a fat nipple between his fingers and squeezed. "Please fuck me, fuck me with your big cock, I want you inside me, I want your big black cock in my pussy," Radhika said softly as she lay back and spread her fat thighs. She moaned and thrashed wildly as Maurice buried his face in her hairy pussy and licked her clit. He thrust his long tongue into her vaginal canal stimulating her pussy walls. He wanted her pussy wet and ready to receive his monster cock. He felt sorry for Radhika and had no further desire to hurt her. The fact that she willingly wanted them to fuck her was an added bonus. "Aaahhh.. Yes, enter me," she moaned as Maurice pushed his plum sized head into her waiting pussy. His monster cock slid into her waiting love canal aided by her secretions and his precum. "Fill me with your big cock, I love your big black cock," moaned Radhika as inches of dark monster cock slid into her vagina. "There baby I'm in," said Maurice as the last of his twelve hard inches had been buried in Radhika's love channel. "Fuck me, please fuck me now," moaned Radhika as she squirmed underneath her lover. "Suck my tits Pete, please suck my tits." Peter was on her massive breasts in an instant slobbering over her ample titflesh and sucking her enormous nipples. "Ah fuck me, fuck me," Radhika moaned like a stuck record as Maurice pounded her body with hard deep strokes. She grabbed Peter's neck and pulled him onto her chest burying his face in her tit flesh. "Fuck me, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum," Radhika wailed as Maurice's thrusts brought her to the brink of yet another orgasm. "Yeah baby, cum for me cum for my big black dick," grunted Maurice as he increased the pace of his copulation. Radhika wailed non-stop and dug her nails painfully into Maurice's muscled back as yet another incredible orgasm hit her sexually awakened body. "I wanna fuck your butt," announced Peter as Radhika caught her breath and recovered from her orgasm. "Your cock is too big, you will hurt me, fuck my pussy instead," protested Radhika meekly as Maurice slowed his thrusts into her satisfied pussy. Peter paid no heed to her as he opened a bedside drawer and pulled out a strip of condoms and a bottle of lubricating gel. Opening the strip he unrolled a condom around his monster cock, and liberally coated his entire length with the gel. "Yo Maurice, turn her over I'm going up her poop chute," grinned Peter positioning himself at the edge of the bed. "No please, please don't, not there," protested Radhika again as Maurice pulled her to himself and turned over. He held her thighs and torso in an iron grip as he lay beneath her, his powerful hips thrusting hard into her vaginal canal. Peter bent down and shoved a gel-smeared finger into Radhika's arsehole twisting it around to lubricate her anal passage. "Ouch that hurts," gasped Radhika as she bounced about on Maurice's lap. Peter ignored her once again and placed his condom-covered cock head at the entrance to her arsehole. "Aaargh... No it's hurting bad, please don't," wailed Radhika as Peter's monster cock made it's way past her sphincter. "Relax babe, you're gonna be just fine," said Peter as he continued his forcible penetration of Radhika's anus. Tears formed in Radhika's eyes once again, as her two lovers pounded her holes mercilessly. Her butt was racked with incredible pain as Peter managed to sink most of his massive cock into her rectum. She gave up and collapsed on Maurice's chest allowing her body to be used. She was now impaled on twenty inches of rock hard black cock and had never felt so full in her life. As she relaxed the pain in her buttocks decreased and once again she began to experience pleasurable sensations. She kissed Maurice on the lips her tongue snaking into his mouth as she felt another now familiar stirring in her loins. "Aaahhh.. I'm cumming, I'm cumming," she wailed, "Fuck me, fuck me." "Yeah baby, cum for us,' encouraged Peter as he kept up his relentless thrusting into her anus. His balls slapped against Maurice's dick and balls as they fucked their willing victim. Radhika thrashed about once again as yet another incredible orgasm coursed thru her loins. This stimulated Maurice to bellow and spew his copious seed into her vaginal canal. Peter continued fucking her arse as she lay contentedly on Maurice, her vagina leaking cum onto Maurice's crotch. "Yeah baby I'm gonna cum in your arse," bellowed Peter as he pounded her like a jackhammer thrusting his monster cock deep into her bowels. They washed again and Peter and Maurice got dressed in anticipation of receiving Samir. Radhika took a luxurious shower and dried herself; she lay on the bed in the nude not bothering to dress. She fell asleep dreaming of big black monster cocks. "Wake up Radhika, let's leave, I've paid up, let's leave now," said Samir frantically shaking his wife out of her slumber. Radhika sat up on the bed and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. She looked up to see Maurice and Peter standing next to her husband by the bed. The fact that she was totally naked did not even cross her mind. "You want me to come with you, after what you've put me thru," said Radhika incredulously. "To what? To your tiny pecker, and a five minute fuck. No thanks I'm staying right here. You can watch me fuck these big cocks and clean my pussy out if you want to." She reached out and unzipped Maurice's jeans and drew out his soft cock. She lovingly caressed the exposed head with her tongue and bit the shaft gently. The foot long monster cock responded to her lips in an instant and stood erect ready for action. A sobbing Samir was led away by Peter just as Radhika spread her fat thighs wide for Maurice to enter her hungry pussy and fuck her hard to yet another pleasurable orgasm.