0 comments/ 29105 views/ 1 favorites Scenes From Lockdown By: sydian 1 'Yo! Yo! Ya lil prissy bitch! You take her lil fine ass outta here now, but she'll be back, Bitch! She'll be back!!!....and when she do, I'm gonna make her ma bitch, hear! Ma bitch! Pretty lil thang gon' suck this pussy and ass real good!.... Real, damn good!!!' Sydd spun on her stiletto...smoothly—almost in slow motion—like a rally driver forcing a TT into a 180.... She waved the guard off as she strode back to the offending cell.... 'Step up, Darlin'...let Mami see what you're workin' with....'Sydd's voice low, clearly audible...and clearly menacing.... On the other side of the bars, the bait was taken.... Before another word could spoken, Sydd seized the wind-pipe and slammed the offending face between the bars....with her free hand she reached down and grabbed one of her victim's hands and drew it up under her skirt.... The knot in Sydd's thong grew hard...harder....it always did in situations like this.... 'Now, you listen here, you nasty lil skeez....' The eyes on the other side of the bars bugged...the body tried to twist away, but Sydd's grip said that she'd just as soon crush that larynx as let it go...the message was communicated.... 'If you so much as look sideways at my client...if you so much as sniff in her direction without permission....' Sydd clamped her thighs harder on the hand cupping her crotch...rocked a little to make her point.... 'If you whisper her name in your sleep and she's within earshot.... I'll shove all eleven-plus inches of this up yr asshole so hard that you'll be spittin' cum for the rest of your life....and while you may like the idea, I won't be pretendin' to be your lover.... And don't believe they won't let me....YOU do understand me, don't you, Darlin?....'There was a wheezed grunt....something passed for a nod as the bugged eyes rolled back in the head.... 'Good.... Y'all have a good day, Ya heah?'.... Sometimes, Sydd's Gran'mama could be heard in her tones—and her actions....the body on the block slumped to the floor amid a chorus of soft 'You have a good day too, Ms Sydd....' Some in unison, some individual...all barely audible.... Sydd wheeled slowly, took her charge by the elbow and ushered her through the metal portal.... The whole incident was less than thirty seconds.... *** Sydd didn't know which she pitied most, those locked up here; or those supposed to be their keepers....she did know she despised the system that made it all possible.... *** What she did hate.... The bust had been a routine traffic stop.... It got ugly.... Sydd's client had complied, but it seems that the blue-boi wanted a bit more....She refused and then there were three things that didn't exactly work in her favor....She used her father's name—a bigg—though not exactly the kind that commanded the officer's respect. His reply...a racial epithet.... Then, thing number two—his power move: he reached between her thighs to grab a handful of pussy and came up with a fistful of jewels.... Another epithet...this one sexual and gendered, as his hand glanced his night-stick—the wooden one... Thing number three—her power move: a knee...very hard to the groin...so hard, I'm told, that for a moment, our boi had two sets of tonsils.... Her timing, however, could not have been worse: him writhing and speechless as back-up rolled in.... They deposited her with the really 'bad' girls—maybe as an object lesson.... I do think it scared the shit out of her.... I know for a fact that she would have rather been in men's lock-down....she was dressed for it...she knew it and I knew it.... *** So here we were.... 'traffic violation, a bogus DUI, resisting arrest, assaulting an officer'....not to mention that daddy is a bigg and daddy's girl is a boi—those two last points were the political icing for a sector of our finest who'd like nothing better than to fuck daddy and jr....or 'missi' if you prefer....politically....and some of them literally....It was the 'literal' group upon which this case turned....along with several others.... *** She looked a mess—a hot mess, at that—as they stepped into the light of day—high noon to be exact.... Sydd pulled a pair of sunglasses with huge circular lenses out of her bag and handed them to her. 'Here'.... Pushed her into a cab and climbed in behind her.... Then she spoke for the first time, a fresh trail of tears eroding the caking of the last nights make-up....Sydd, in her bag again....this time for tissue....between tears, snot, and nose honks, the first words were: 'Who are you?' 'Your counsel...' was the reply.... 'Did that bastard of a father send you?' 'Unh! Unh! Unh!' Sydd clicked.... 'I said 'counsel,' not 'counselor'....if you've got a gripe with your daddy, I suggest you take it to him...or your shrink—I know you have one....otherwise, unless it's pertinent to the case, I don't want to hear it. You should know, however, that yes, your father did send me—my firm is on retainer—and he did ask for me personally....' 'Who are you?'...a bit more defiant... Sydd ignored the tone, turned and spoke to the passing traffic.... 'S. O. Black....' 'Sydian Black???!!!' a shocked, hushed gasp.... Sydd turned back to her with a hard, sharp look that confirmed her amazement.... *** There was deferential silence until they reached their destination....in the space in between, Sydd mused on what the benefit might have been of letting this little prissy twit sit in lock-up for an hour or two more...maybe even turning her over to that hard dyke that wanted to bitch her.... 'Just a thought, Sydd...just a thought....' The cab pulled up to the curb. Sydd stepped out, paid the fare....put her head back in—'Get out....' Again, astonishment preceded a slow response as the object of Sydd's direction slid cross the seat and onto the pavement.... Sydd didn't wait. She turned, walked through the doors the attendant held for her. Her long strides ate up the distance that made the immense space between the door and the bank of lifts....Sydd's 'client' scampered to keep pace.... When the elevator finally reached the floor below the penthouse and they stepped out, then came another question: 'Where are we?' 'My place....' Sydd said quietly as she keyed the door.... 'Why?'.... *** 'Safety....' Sydd replied with a sigh that indicated that she was growing weary of questions....then, just as unceremoniously, she said: 'go get yourself cleaned up. There's a bath down the hall....a closet off it....you should be able to find something that'll fit....' Then, without waiting for a reply, Sydd stepped into her own space, crossing an imaginary threshold that signaled that her new guest had best remain on the other side.... *** 2 Sydd's guest showered, tossed her hair and then 'rummaged'—though, 'rummaging' could hardly be applied to the garments she found in the walk-in....as she moved through the clothes, it dawned on her that there were no 'boi clothes' here.... She found a pair of stretch jeans and a big white shirt—they fit well enough given that she was two or three inches taller than Sydd.... She slipped out of the walk-in into the hall, and the soft sound of something jazzy and latin—'Bebel'?.... She followed the light to a huge living room that opened on to a balcony that wrapped the three sides of the condo.... Sydd was sitting on the terrace, reading the newspaper and sipping tea....without looking up: 'Tea and whatever are in the kitchen....anything harder is in the bar behind you....' She made herself a rum and coke, all the while taking in her new environment.... Clearly, S. O. Black seemed to live as well as her parents—if on a slightly reduced scale—but with clearly as much class....she tried to remember if she had ever seen Sydian Black at any of her parents' affairs.... She stepped, barefoot through a white flokati and across blond, hardwood floors to the terrace....she stopped at the screen.... 'May I?'—the first time she had shown any sense of courtesy—Sydd glanced up and allowed her eyes to lead the intruder to a seat.... *** 'Seems 'we've' caused quite stir,' Sydd said slowly and deliberately, passing her the newspaper.... Banner headlines blared: 'SON OF X ARRESTED IN DRAG'...beneath which was one of the most horrid and lurid pictures she had ever seen—of herself—occupying a third of the front page... She hardly recognized the feminine form—if it was that—looking so hideous....then there was that sinking, sickly feeling in the pit of her stomach.... 'Did they rough you up?' Sydd's question broke her fixation with the newsprint.... 'A little.... I did 'assault' an officer....' 'And a fine job you did of it, too....' There seemed to be a thaw occurring here.... 'I understand, from my sources, that he'll be singing with the 'boys choir' for a bit....You want to tell me what happened?' She gave a recitation of the previous night's events....Sydd produced a yellow legal pad from nowhere and proceeded to jot down a few notes.... When the story ended, Sydd looked up.... 'What did you say he said...after he fondled you, and realized you weren't quite what he expected?' 'It wasn't as though he was shocked.... He smirked, reached for his nightstick and said 'I been waitin' for some sweet, black, faggot ass....' 'Bingo....' Sydd murmured.... 'What?' 'Just a possible hook for this case.... How far were you from the club when he pulled you over?' 'I was across the street from the club....' 'Across the street?!' 'I had just pulled out of the lot when he put on his lights....' *** The legal profession afforded Sydd a few contacts with the city's finest....the first rule was that the 'law' was seldom above the law...most, from the top to the bottom had extreme difficulty in keeping their heads above the muck they were supposed to police.... Don't get me wrong...this is not a wholesale indictment of law enforcement, it's simply an observation on 'human nature'....it appears that the closer one is to shit, the least likely one is to avoid its smell—or smelling of it.... Cops are no different.... So, given human nature, Sydd had her contacts in the Department because a significant few had been her clients...another significant few were on the 'dl'; and the most significant—the ones Sydd appreciated best—were out of the closet—some—very few—even 'went into the closet'—they were dressers as well.... In any case, there was a place to start.... 'Officer Dickson'....how appropriate....the offender our black barbi-doll had clocked....Sydd finished skipping rope, pulled the towel round her neck as sweat beaded her brow.... She walked over to the weight room....there were a bunch of 'bodies' there....solid, powerful, packed....some, really 'packed'.... She licked her lips; made a mental note should a 'man-fever' ever overcome her....not likely, but 'be prepared'.... She scanned the room, saw him in the corner, back to the bench, pressing....she crossed the room to spot for him.... She came up behind him.... His eyes were close, the strain was in every fiber of his body....for Sydd, it registered most in his face and his crotch—both were mythic....she felt a stirring in her own loins as she watched him push 250 lbs away from himself in a full press.... His eyes, fluttered open, a huge smile creased his face.... 'Spotting, eh, Counselor?' 'In a manner of speaking, Sgt Neel....in a manner of speaking,' as she let her gaze linger on his crotch.... Sam Neel was a legend on the force.... Big, black, pretty, forceful....and gay as the day was long—but only properly so....no flames here...a discrete, 'manly man'...who looked as good in uniform as he did out.... *** Sydd remembered the first time she saw him 'out' of uniform...a bar party after a pride celebration, years ago when they were both young—or, maybe we should say, 'younger'.... What she saw that night truly made her wish that she had been more into men...and that this particular man was more into the likes of her—at least sexually.... The games in the bar had deteriorated into a 'blind's man bluff' by the time she entered....the Sgt was the 'blind man'—blindfolded and naked, except for his Sam Brown belt and his trooper's boots....strapped to a chair... The cock was already too hard—glistening with precum and an inordinate amount spit—to pun a phrase: his 'pistol was being serviced'.... She watched from the bar for ten or fifteen minutes before both her cock and asshole began twitch....that was when one of the other bois stuck a finger, maybe two, up the Sgt's asshole and began to work him...and the Sgt began to work it.... And that cock increased to obscene proportions.... The 'perpetrator' caught Sydd's eye, locked on, then motioned her over.... She crossed the bar, her calves, thighs and cock straining with every step—the closer, the more the strain.... The 'perp' smiled, brought her within ear-shot with a crooked finger.... 'Beautiful, isn't he?' Sydd nodded...mesmerized by all that pretty cock, on that big tight body...blindfolded and strapped to that high seat.... 'Pity he doesn't do grls....' Sydd whispered, 'Pity, indeed....' It trailed off.... Then the instigator said, 'Touch him, he won't know...and if he did...what could he do?' Sydd locked eyes with the devil as her gloved hand slid to the head of that enormous dick.... 'That's it,' the instigator whispered...licking his on lips....pushing another knuckle through the Sgt's sphincter.... 'That's it....' Sydd's cock strained in her thong....several other bois had joined the spectacle....their eyes as wide as hers....the Sgt seemed to grow and grow....knuckles up his ass, Sydd choking that big snake....he moaned.... Someone brushed up against Sydd, she was in a haze....her attention on the cock she fisted.... A whisper: 'May I?' From her daze, she nodded again and a hand was on her hip, gently pushing up the tight hem of her dress, and just as gently snatching the bows of her thong....when the ties fell away, there was another sigh.... The 'devil' grinned even wider.... 'Go on....suck him..... you look like just the bitch to handle him....' *** 'What can I do for you, counselor?' Sydd snapped out of her reverie.... Sgt. Neel had sat up on the bench...the tight python of his cock had slithered down the spandex of his workout gear...the imprint of the mushroom head leered at her like a cobra's hood.... Sydd licked her lips again, and murmured: 'Officer Dickson....' Neel cocked an eyebrow...smiled thinly.... 'Get dressed and let's have a coffee.... *** 3 Sydd appeared in the doorway of the coffee house—a small, intimate, independent establishment....the dress was a practical—or so she thought—gray knit, turtleneck—knee-length, and clingy....it must have been the 'clingy' that was the source of all the looks on the way from the gym....she wore it over gray tights, and her favorite low-heeled black boots—a pair with straps up the back.... Ironically, when she walked through the door, Neel gave her almost exactly the same kind of look she had gotten on the walk over.... She stopped at the table, crossed her arms beneath her chest and stared at him for a moment.... 'You truly must stop traffic...' he said under his breath.... 'I thought you'd be the last to notice,' Sydd replied as her nipples hardened against the fabric of the dress.... 'You'd be surprised at what I notice, Counselor....After all, I am an officer of the law....' Unconsciously, Sydd shifted her weight, spreading her legs slightly in the knit.... Unintentionally, the mound of her tucked sex gently rounded the front of the dress.... The Sgt. cleared his throat.... 'You'd better sit down, I think...' he said, as he slid deeper into the booth to make room for her.... He was in clean, fresh gray sweats....hoodie and pants, and white sneaks that reminded her of her adolescence when boys had actually polished their sneakers....he smelled like he had just climbed out of a basket of his mamma's fresh laundry.... It gave Sydd a sense of nostalgic appreciation.... 'Dickson....' he said into his cappuccino.... 'a real piece of work.... A "man's man"—or so we suppose...' Neel chuckled.... 'He likes the bois, too...and from what I hear lately, he's taken to your type as well, Counselor....' Sydd's turn to cock an eyebrow.... 'He's into guys?' 'As much as I am.... Only, he's a closet bully.... Lot's of rumors about him at the Academy—particularly during his stint as an instructor....' Sydd's face betrayed her.... 'You sure this is the proper place for you to hear all this?' Neel teased.... Sydd squirmed ever so slightly in her seat.... 'What do you mean, Neel?' 'I mean that Dickson's antics were the talk of the Department....the only thing that saved his ass was his willingness to take a beat again rather than loose his pension....' 'He was that bad?' Sydd breathed.... 'According to the locker room, worse.... There are a significant few who want a piece of his ass—literally and figuratively—in the worse possible way.... By the way, there's more sore than his balls these days...they've been riding him real hard in the squad room after that little twist almost neutered him.... I'd say he's feeling a tad vindictive.... She your client?' Sydd nodded.... 'Then you and she need to watch your pretty, little asses....' 'Thank you for the advice, Sgt.... but I need a little bit more from you....' 'It's gonna cost....' Sydd's eyes widened, then narrowed.... Neel chuckled.... 'Not like that.... I was just put in mind of an experience I had a few years back....in a bar....after a Pride rally....' Sydd held her composure.... 'and that has something to do with this?' 'It might....It could....' 'Hmmmmmmm,' Sydd let out, 'So tell me what I need to know, Neel, and then I'll see if I can help you with your nostalgia....' Sydd felt her cock twitch as Neel flashed that million dollar smile and said, 'Sounds like a deal....' *** Neel hunched over the table.... 'The stories on Dickson started almost from the second he entered the Academy.... The guy's almost as big as me...maybe bigger....that kind of package makes for easy intimidation—and he's an intimidator.... The talk in the Academy was all about a perpetual hard-on—actually worse—a hard-on that appeared whenever the other guys stripped down....the noise is that he had to shower alone....' Neel laughed; so did Sydd.... 'Anyway, a few years out, he got a plum and was assigned to the Academy....then the abuse and the talk began in a big way.... Seems that then Sgt Dickson couldn't keep his hands off of recruits' cocks or his cock out of recruit' mouths—most of whom were his unwilling partners....' 'Whaaaaat?' Sydd said in a wide-eyed hiss.... 'Yep!... And you and most others never heard of it because the Department couldn't afford to have you hear of it.... Particularly, someone like you, Ms Sydian Black....' He said Sydd's name with particular emphasis.... 'Sgt Dickson's a regular bad ass. 'A real ball of confusion....' 'How so?' Sydd pushed.... 'a pseudo-supremacist, with a taste for black ass....particularly feminine ass with massive sticks....' 'Oooo?' Sydd countered.... 'Yep!' the Sgt was emphatic.... 'So what are you telling me, Neel?.... Are you saying my client may have been set up?' 'Hadn't occurred to me, Black.... But is that so outside of the realm of possibility?' Sydd stared for a moment....it had been a long time since anyone had addressed her as 'Black'...Neel was clearly trading on nostalgia—his and hers....he was right: he was a police officer—and he was observant....he knew lots...more than Sydd had given him credit for... She stared...almost trying to see into him.... 'So what do you know about your client, Counselor?' Scenes From Lockdown Sydd returned to the moment.... 'Not much....' 'So you don't know that she's a hot commodity when she dresses? You don't know that she's in high demand? You have no idea that she 'trades' on her favors; her allure; her magnetism?.... No idea of all the guys, girls, and grls trying to get a piece of that ass? Some of that cock? The members of her daddy's entourage who have tapped it or sucked that monster she keeps tucked with such skill?....' Sydd's face was a blank.... 'Incredible!' Neel chuckled.... 'Must be a first....the formidable S.O. Black, clueless!....' Sydd managed a smile.... 'Shit happens....' *** '"Trades on her favors?"'.... 'Poor choice of words,' Neel came back.... 'She's trying to punish her daddy....you know him—I know you know him; he's payin' the freight on this one....' 'Yes, I know him....' Sydd, slightly weary.... 'Her daddy who wanted an All-American footballer....she gave him an All-American 'baller' alright....' 'Do tell....' Sydd mused.... They both laughed.... 'So she gets around, Neel?'.... 'You put it so nicely, Black.... It's known she ganged an entire squad....' 'You mean the squad ganged her....' 'I know what I said, Black....' The brows arch again.... 'So tell me, Neel....Anybody else on the force might want to harm her?'.... 'Fuck her, yes....Have her fuck them, double-yes.... 'harm her'? That's a hard call.... Off the top, I'd say no.... with the exception of your principal....' 'Dickson?....' 'You're quick, Counselor....and I think our time is up....Don't forget our deal....' Neel said as he slid out of the other side of the booth.... Sydd was quicker....her hand gripped the inside of his thigh; froze his motion.... It swelled almost instantaneously in her grip.... 'Who woulda thunk it?....' she murmured, brought her eyes up to lock on his.... 'How could I?' she said as she released him.... Neel moved round the table, big smile still with him...before he could dodge behind the 'Times,' she saw the stain pooling in his sweats....sweats no longer as fresh as his mamma's laundry basket.... *** 4 Sydd wheeled into the indoor lot of her building, guided the sportscar into her space and killed the engine....she wasn't Spider-woman, but there were some things that could be sensed.... Before unlocking the doors, she dropped the vanity mirror and put on a new coat of lipstick...and wrapped her hand round a can of Mace.... She saw the shadow shift two rows behind the car and she made her mark.... Calmly, deliberately, she unlocked the doors, and swung out to the pavement....she could feel his approach.... Without looking up, she spoke softly—but, the voice was like ice—hard, cold...chilling—'If you value anything....if there's anything dear to you....you should stop just the fuck where you are.... And you should understand...if you take one more muthafuckin' step.... I intend to do you serious harm....' The figure—which seemed almost twice her size in every proportion—froze and swore at her: 'Black monkey bitch!...' 'I'v e been expecting you, Officer Dickson....What took you so long?...' 'Look, you little black ass-cunt... you need to go back to suckin' corporate cock and stay out of a real man's game before that little slut gets you hurt!....' 'Word has it, Officer Dickson, that between the two of us, you're the better cocksucker....after all, all those cadets....' Dickson took a step towards her.... 'Now, now, Officer....' She raised a gloved hand.... 'I'm sure your pension covers being blinded in the line of duty....but what does it do for the ass-kicking that should occur afterwards?... Besides... you do know you're being observed?...' She motioned with her head to the infra-red cams that dotted the garage's interior...then she clicked her key fob....the lights to all the exit doors were illuminated....in the shadow of each stood one, if not two, burly gentlemen.... 'Bitch....' Dickson snarled.... 'You're gonna pay for this....' 'On the contrary,' the counselor replied, backing him up with an open palm full of Mace.... 'You....and the city...are going to pay for this...and handsomely at that.... 'Now...I'd suggest that you get the fuck out of here before these gentlemen decide that you are trespassing....' *** 'I suppose you can't tell me what I don't ask.... Wouldn't be in your makeup to volunteer information—even to your lawyer....?' The tone was icy; the words sharp as a razor's edge.... She froze when she heard them; jerked around to see Sydd standing in the foyer, back to her, depositing her keys into the copper bowl that graced the copper-laminated entry table.... Sydian looked up...into the mirror...and locked onto her with cobalt lenses...stunned her like a deer in the headlights.... Her lip quivered, and she managed a 'What?'.... 'What....' Sydd repeated softly.... 'To begin with that you're a slut—not that I find that astounding, surprising, or even objectionable—in fact, it's a title that might have—may even still—fit me.... But...the pertinent point is who you slut for...or with—personally I hope it's 'with,' rather than 'for'—but that's another issue....' The lip still quivered.... Sydd spoke into the mirror, sometimes catching a glimpse of what fifty-plus years had done to her—perhaps, for her.... She continued.... 'The word is that you're a "precinct pussy"....that every boi over at the 69th has had that ass and pretty mouth—sometimes in multiples—accept for the officer you assaulted.... 'Soooooo...a smart cookie like you didn't think that was important enough to share, right? Or, were you too busy being modest—playing with humility; thinking that being up here, away from it all, would change what you are?—A slut....' Sydd might as well had slapped her....the last words were open-handed across her face....they stung...heat rose to her cheeks; her eyes became hot—the lids brimmed, but didn't leak....She sat down—in a heap.... Sydd turned from the mirror....put her coat in the closet and dimmed the foyer light....she kicked off her heels and slouched into the over-sized white leather chair across from her guest, and propped her feet up on the ottoman.... *** Sydd's guest looked up....her lips parted.... 'I love to dress....' 'So do I....' Sydd sighed.... 'Always have....' 'When I dress, I get to hot....my sex rises....And then, the men...the men...they tell me I'm pretty....' She had Sydd's attention.... 'My father was pretty much fucked when I came out.... I was never quite what he intended—even from the beginning.... Too frail; too narrow....I'd rather paint and prance than post and pound....then I found out—later on...junior high, or high school—that the only balls I really wanted to hold were other guys'.... 'I kept it on the dl til senior year of college... I came out after graduation....by then I had sucked and fucked—been sucked and fucked, enough, to know that I needed a little more in terms of excitement.... That's when I met her....' 'Her?'...Sydd sat forward in her seat.... 'I thought you were "strictly dickly"—as your crowd might say.' 'Yes "Her"...she continued.... 'She was a librarian...' Sydd burst out laughing.... Her guest followed suit.... 'I know... I know....one of the oldest clichés around.... She was a librarian...she was gorgeous...she was super smart, and she was a kink—she had a thing for huge cock and sweet, pretty pussy.... 'I see that look on your face...you want me to make sense.... I guess I visited the library one too many times....did the same gay searches once too often....One day, she came up on me in a coffee shop—scared the shit out of me; I mean, never expected to see her outside of the library—to see her anywhere—let alone, in this coffee shop in the 'hip' part of town.... 'She dropped this glossy, Black high fashion mag on me....something almost soft porn...but very well-done.... Then, all she says is: "You might find this useful"...then she split...' Sydd sat back again, crossed her legs at the ankles....and settled in.... 'So...?' 'So, I just stared at it for the longest.... She had left, and I just stared.... Then, I picked it up and went to my apartment.... 'I went back to it, over and over that next week....I stayed away from the library that week....but I went to that mag—I was fascinated.... The women—the sistas—were gorgeous.... I began to study the images.... Then it occurred to me—the power of make-up— The other thing that occurred to me, was that possibly, just possibly, some of the pretties I was looking at weren't always so pretty....and maybe not so feminine, either....but they had discovered a power that transformed them and made them transcendent....but the real power was that they could do it whenever they felt like it....' Sydd chuckled... ' "just possibly"....That occurred to you, huh?' Her guest flashed a big, toothy grinned...a look that let Sydd see how desirable she might be.... 'Yeh'.... 'I showed up at the library a week or two later....She simply handed me a list of web-sites....mostly labeled "transformation".... She left me alone til closing.... 'As I passed her desk on the way out, she looked up: "So...you want to give it a try?".... I should have been shocked.... I was relieved....and I had a hard-on....' 'Over the course of the next few years she spent lots of time teaching me to make myself into a beautiful wmn—a beautiful, calculating, manipulative, fetish-centered, hyper-sexual wmn....then, she turned me loose....' Sydd wanted to ask—for strictly personal reasons—where the "librarian" was now....she held her tongue.... She'd find out later.... *** 'So dressing and fucking are synonymous.... I live to dress....and therefore, I love to fuck and be fucked.... I love tight men...and the uniform is a plus...besides, where there's one uniform, there's usually a few others'...she laughed—'what did you call me?—a 'precinct pussy'?—Yeh, I guess so.... I love being hammered by a bunch a guys.... I love being the center of attention....' Sydd cradled her chin in one hand.... 'So why didn't you give Dickson a piece? And why didn't you tell me you knew him?' 'That's simple.... I don't like him.... A prick, in all the worst ways—a bigoted prick....' At that moment, it occurred to Sydd: 'So, who was laying for whom?...' Her guest looked up....this time, her eyes locked on Sydd....this time, the smile was not broad, but menacing....Sydd held the gaze.... 'No wonder they pay you the big money, Counselor....' Sydd's look commanded 'Why'.... 'He fucked a friend—another cop—and then beat the shit out of him....' 'Damn....' Sydd sighed—not at the story, so much.... 'So you're the avenging angel....?' 'Kinda...sorta....' 'What your Daddy doesn't know...prissy little boi turns out to be a bad ass bitch....' 'Hmmmmm.... Never thought of it that way....' *** 'So.... We have some shit here....not impossible, but shit, nonetheless....You just admitted to me that you set your boi up.... We know he has a reputation for all kinds of things, many of which the Department, if not the City, is aware; his colleagues all know, but for obvious reasons, will never speak to—well maybe, not 'never'—but it's hardly likely....And we know he's the vindictive type—as, I might add, are you.... 'There's the question of making the case in court....then, there are the possible 'settlements....' 'SETTLEMENT!...fuck, no!!!! fuck no!....' Sydd opened her eyes wider.... 'Analysis is not your strong suit, huh? The operative term was "settlements," plural..... And there is no question...was never a question of us settling with him....It will be him, and possibly the Department—maybe the City—that will be begging to settle with us....You need to pay better attention....and never...never loose sight of the present company you keep—me....' *** 5 Sgt Neel's view was partially obscured as he pulled the 'wife-beater' over his taut frame—the soft gray sweats tied tight at the waist and gently draping over his ass as they cascaded to the floor.... She came up behind him, silently...ducking slightly as she grabbed a handful of ass.... His reaction natural...completely instinctive....he swung hard for a target somewhere above her head....she slid inside his extension, wedged her forearm under his chin and leveraged the big man to his toes.... Then she pressed her breasts against the slabs of his abdomen....the heat of her nipples stung both of them...she was terribly excited.... She seized his nipple in that perfect bite—just hard enough to give pleasure and the hint of blood.... Then before she lost the advantage that she knew she would....she thrust her arm down his pants to her elbow—she had to go that far—and felt that he was as excited as she was....the head hardly fit in the palm of her hand, and was already as slick as three or four bois' dicks.... She breathed into his chest, before he had the advantage: 'I didn't know you cared, Neel....' She milked him even more, let the forearm under his chin relax and then hooked it around his neck as he slid to the flats of his feet....covered his mouth with hers....and clamped her thighs around the thigh that nestled all that big cock and humped.... Neel let his big hands slide down her naked flanks, over her sweat gear til he cupped her ass....then he helped her hump.... It was easy to raise her light body in his hands and on his thigh....her thighs gripped him as if she was riding a stallion—it was, after all, horse-cock....and she was a skilled equestrian—she knew how to ride.... He grunted as she milked him with her thighs....slickness stained two pairs of sweats as her hard cock pressed against his....she bit his earlobe then whined in his ear, the tongue flicking, then fucking that orifice too.... He squirmed in her cock-lock....panted, then sucked for air as his cock swelled and then exploded into the fleecy softness of the inside of his sweats....his throat constricted somewhere between a growl and a moan.... Her forearms and biceps wrapped round his neck and clamped it from either side as her own hot cum washed into her tight thong and scalded her belly.... Her hot mouth covered his, hardly muffling the moan she exhaled into it.... They collapsed....sliding to the floor as her legs came up round his waist.... Her head fell to his heaving chest.... *** 'What was that all about?' he managed as he fought for air.... 'I told you we had a deal—you know me....' 'I know you....' she breathed into his chest.... 'I was just horny. And there was this big, ol' black piece a meat just standing there....'she giggled.... 'I just wanted to hump you, Neel.... That all right? You got a problem?...' He chuckled.... 'Shit, Counselor.... Your secret's safe with me....' he whispered as the big palm of his hand smacked her ass and then cupped and kneaded it....she started, then sighed and ground into his lap; leaned up, pecked him on the lips.... 'Well...looks like I need to go home a do the wash,' she said looking down between them.... 'Ditto,' he replied.... 'And plan,' she said, as they uncoupled.... *** Sydd leaned against the dryer thinking....the monotonous machine hum droned into her thought-process.... 'What's the plan to catch this bastard? Not only to catch him, but to embarrass a few politicos into settling this issue....?' Now clean sweats tumbled behind heated glass....soft, fleecy grays just like the ones she now wore....the gray matter of her brain was being heated and tumbled as well.... Sydd had a 'stable' of 'operatives'....highly skilled, technical and clandestine like R; beautiful and clandestine, like Avia; or fresh and enthusiastic like Jr....these were the most reliable.... Then there were those who 'owed' favors—some of them on the force; others in downtown office buildings....the issue was how to put all of these in to play for the best possible combination and most effective use.... The machine hummed against her ass. She turned to check the contents, her pelvis against a corner....without warning, spontaneously, the machine began to buck....the heat from the dryer and its gyrations sent a tremor through Sydd, telegraphing from her hardening cock to her brain....her first impulse was to brace herself against the bucking dryer and 'ride' it out...then she glanced through the hot glass, and it registered—'overload'—her clothes; momentarily her thought-processes; and, almost, another load of cum.... She backed away...wiped her brow as she looked at the tent in her sweatpants: 'Shit.... I almost fucked up another pair....' She reached for the phone.... *** 6 'Hi Babi-boo....' 'Hey Big Sis....' The reply on the line was unabated enthusiasm; unabashed love.... 'Now to what do I owe the honor—or am I overdue for one of the many dinners I owe you?' Sydd giggled. 'You are overdue, but you belong to my 'sister'.... 'Ahh, yes...something she mentions with great frequency, but NOT in the same vein as you....She always threatens to let you have me.... I believe her phrase is so you can "tear me a new ass-hole"....those are her sentiments usually after I've fucked something up....' This time Sydd chuckled. 'Jr., I need your help—but you need to know as usual, you can always say "No"'.... 'Never gonna happen, Sydd—the "No," that is....' 'That's why I love you, Boo....' 'And that's the reason you and Avia are my family.... You literally gave me my life back. So for you two, it's "come hell or high water...."' Sydd began. 'How do you feel about white bois, Jr.?....' 'As a rule, I generally have no use for them....' 'And what about sex and white bois?...' 'Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Sis!.... I've been in lots of situations with you and 'Via, but that has not been one of them....THAT is something that has never, and would never, cross my mind....' 'Well....maybe, there's a first time for everything....' *** Jr. is possessed. Not by spirits....his obsession is loyalty; honor; duty....when he speaks of Sydd as 'sister,' he truly means family—and then beyond.... She had given him back his life....she had done it literally not knowing him from "Adam"....and she asked nothing in return for it.... Besides...he liked dressing up...Avia was as horny—if not hornier—when his face was made and the skirt was tight and short, and the heels were high....sex couldn't be much better than this.... Then....there was the opportunity for fucking with a bad guy or two....and that was clearly the proposition where Sydd was involved.... Yep...it was a no brainer.... What was a moment of silence seemed eternal.... 'Where and when?...' Jr. answered.... 'This week.... I'll call with the details.... I'll leave the look to you...from what I hear, you've become quite proficient.....' 'Hmmmmmmmm....someone has a big mouth....and I don't necessarily have cocksucking in mind....,' Jr. countered..... 'O...I'm certain that 'Via will be disappointed.... I'll let her know...,' Sydd quipped.... 'Like hell you will!' Jr. shot back.... Sydd simply rolled.... 'Talk to you soon, Boo....' *** Sydd pulled the ink-black TT to a halt around the corner from a beat-up delivery van....she scooted out in black leather pants, a black cotton t, and flat, black boots....she left the leather jacket on the jump behind the seat.... She rapped on the panel....the door slid a couple of inches and thick, muscular hand was offered and she was hoisted into the van... Neel and two other men were surrounded by high tech surveillance gear, looking and listening.... Neel made the introductions.... 'Gentlemen, this is the counselor, S.O. Black...' The two offered a hand, and greetings.... The younger of the two—a Latino with a broad, pretty smile—couldn't help himself.... Scenes From Lockdown 'So this is THE S. O. Black???.... I mean—beggin' your pardon—I expected some ugly, old drag-queen—ya know, some worn out, ol' fag-bag....Damn! I can see why some dudes might bend over....' 'Is that an invitation, Officer,' Sydd to quick for most, and like the speed of light on this one, caught him off guard....the other two officers chuckled....while the younger struggled to clear his throat.... 'I'd keep my mouth shut, Juarez, if I were you....or you may find more in it than your tongue if you keep fuckin' with the counselor here....rumor is her trophy wall is crowded with balls from cops more seasoned than you....In fact, I believe she's here to collect another pair, tonight....' To that came a low whistle as Neel offered Sydd a seat.... 'So what do we have here, Sgt?' Sydd asked formally.... 'As per your specs, Counselor....We're waiting for your people to come out of the club....our subject rolled up two, three minutes before you knocked.... The picture is sharp and clear, and the sounds so good that we can even hear the chatter on his box....' 'Impressive.... I really appreciate your help....' Before Sydd could finish, the silent officer cleared his throat... 'It's us who should be thanking you....' It was hard to make out his look...a cross between every group of people out there with only their most beautiful features.... There was something in his voice and demeanor that said this was a bit more than an after hours gig... *** 4 a.m...a little after....people began to spill out of the club.... Avia was the first person that Sydd recognized....she moved in the direction opposite the parking lot where Dickson had parked his patrol car....she made her way to the TT, keyed the locks to settle in and wait.... It was a bit before Sydd picked out Jr....for good reason....the transformation was incredible....so good that Sydd could hear the young Latino hiss under his breath: 'Who the fuck IS that?!'.... 'Very nice, Jr....,' Sydd chuckled to herself.... Jr. was in white...tastefully so...a complement to the dark chocolate of his skin....his highlights were black and blue.... The outfit, a tight white leotard—crotchless—and tighter white leggings tucked into a pair of white, leather knee-boots....the leotard covered an expensive pair of 34d forms with very pronounced nipples, complete with nipple rings, all quite visible through the white gauze of the of the leotard—and terribly realistic....a white pashmina was draped round his shoulders....the cock—which he hadn't bothers to tuck—slithered—semi-erect—down his leg—clearly a result of he and Avia's antics in the club.... The make-up was flawless....Jr. was one of the best 'studys' Sydd had ever met...once she and Avia had taught him the basics, he was all about play and experimentation....the chocolate face was accented with blacks and blues...the lids, lashes, brows and cheek bones highlighted....the mouth a thick, full, slick, scarlet slash.... Then, the hair....Jr.'s twists...hennaed black black, the tips sprayed indigo...then the entire head sprayed with a light oil to give it sheen... Officer Juarez was fidgeting in his seat....literally rocking on his balls.... Yes....Jr. "en femme" is a treat....ask Avia.... Jr. crosses to the lot....long, slow, measured strides....athletic calves and thighs straining in those heels against the spandex of the leggings—black muscle glowing phosphorescent against the white....muscled ass swaying... big cock flexing with every step.... Sydd cast a sidelong glance at Juarez...sweat beading on his forehead.... 'Hmmmmmm...he'll be taking a copy of this tape home tonite...' she chuckled.... Jr. took his time crossing the street and moving to the car at the rear of the lot....just another xd—one who seemed to have money—out for a night of clubbing and fun....time to get home now—or wherever.... He acted oblivious as he passed the cruiser, keyed the lock and slid in behind the wheel of the powder-white SLK (Sydd thought that this rental would make Jr. that much more irresistible to Dickson).... Before the top was engaged halfway, the red and blues began to strobe.... *** 'Here we go,' Neel husked.... 'Key the sound up, Mitsu.... 'Bring the shot in tight, Juarez...I want to be able to lip-read this muthafucka....' The resolution was tight and clear, right down to Dickson's hardon in his regulation blues....the sound was perfect stereo.... 'Is there a problem, Officer?...' 'Get out of the car, Bitch....' 'Beg pardon?....' 'Outta the car, Bitch! Move!' Jr. opened the door, pivoted his ass on the leather seat and stretched a leg out with all the slow deliberacy he could muster....as the leg swung free of the car, it was clear that his cock was just as hard as Dickson's—fear? The rush of danger?...maybe the idea that this 250+ pound, pile-drivin' white boi found him attractive???.... A whistle passed through Dickson's teeth; then, he hissed, 'goddam, Bitch....what the fuck is that?...' Jr. continued to amaze everyone in his audience—Sydd included.... 'This, Babi?...' in a voice all husky and smoky....choking off all that cock at its base through that white spandex.... Dickson looked like he was fighting for air.... Bright red....getting redder; turning brighter by degrees.... 'You talking about this, White Boi?...' Jr gapping his legs even further.... Sydd: 'Slow down,Jr....slow down.... Let him make his move....' *** 'Turn around, Bitch!' Dickson growled.... 'Spread 'em! Assume the position!' Jr. did as told....leaned against the hood of the car and pushed that bubbled ass out.... Dickson approached shakily.... And began his 'frisk'.... He let his nightstick—the wooden one—slide up Jr.'s inner thighs....when it got to that lump of cock he let it roll over it again and again—gentle pressure—like a baker rolls a rolling pin over fresh dough—squeezing it...working the moisture out...making Jr. leak into the spandex.... Then Dickson brought it up between the crack of Jr.'s ass...let it rest in that valley—length-wise—then slid it back and forth.... Jr.—the performer—performed....lapdanced on Dickson's wood....looked over his shoulder....rolled his eyes...licked his lips....and mouthed 'C'mon, Daddi....' Dickson didn't bother to ring his nightstick....it clattered to the pavement almost deafening those listening in the beat-up truck....Juarez whispered again, 'Who IS this bitch?' '"She",' Sydd offered sideways, 'is one of my operatives.... Maybe you'd like to meet HIM....and his lady....' Her eyes never left the monitor as Juarez gulped... Dickson grabbed the spadexed ass....kneaded the cheeks, then pulled them apart and pulled Jr.'s spread ass over the obscenely huge lump in his regulation trou.... Jr. danced and ground on the big cop's cock in a way that would have made Avia proud.... Dickson couldn't control himself....he reached round and grabbed all that dick that Jr's spandex held captive and began to stroke while he worked against Jr.'s booty.... Here, Jr. thought he might loose it.... So did Sydd.... 'Goddammit, Jr.! Now!....Now!'....she growled in a whisper....the other three in the truck glanced at her.... Jr. backed Dickson away from him...before the puzzled cop's disbelief could turn to rage, Jr. spun on a heel with both thumbs in the waistband of the spandex....he yanked downward and nine to ten inches of thick, drooling black cock jerked upward....at Dickson.... Jr. flash one of those million dollar 'cum get this, babi' smiles and crooked a finger at Dickson.... There are all kinds of jokes about cops and free donuts...free coffee...free this...free that....this...apparently was one meal that Dickson was not about to pass up.... Dickson was on his knees faster than any perp told to kneel and put 'em behind his head....he had Jr.'s cock in his mouth faster than a cabinet-level shoplifter at a discount store....he took it deep...seems he liked gagging.... Jr. may have gotten off one or two good deep strokes before the flashes went off.... Avia's was first....she held a 35mm with the old overhead flash that seemed to 'pop' with every exposure—and it was "exposure" that she was all about....the apparatus was for shock—it lit up the night time backdrop like noonday sun....it shocked the stuffed-mouth Officer Dickson into a bugged-eyed, kielbasi-eating pose.... Her first shot focused on his badge—the number in high relief...each subsequent shot captured the badge and a face stuffed with black cock....as Dickson tried to dis-engorge himself, Jr. clamped the back of his head on the backside of the pics and pumped the policeman's mouth.... In the midst of it all, flashes bounced off the night sky like fireworks on the Fourth of July....Sydd had taken the liberty to invite everyone she knew in the press corps and every freelance photographer in town....somewhere out there—way up high— was another high-powered lens that had captured everything well before the bulbs started popping....R was hard at work as usual.... Who knows what those diligent reporters would be able to use?... that wasn't Sydd's concern....she knew what she had and just where to take it.... Jr. was swinging into the Mercedes as the dazed Dickson stumbled to his knees.... Sydd made sure he got a good, clear look at her, she stood less than ten feet away....she wanted him to know.... As she turned to walk away...she knew he would come....the warnings came to late from Neel and the others... The movement was 'ura'...a spin so lavish it looked like slow-motion....then came the 'atemi'—the strike—her target was the big man's solar plexus....his force and her concentration crippled him....he stopped—almost immediately—in his tracks....and crumpled to the parking lot cement....she had 'taken his center'—literally.... 'Holy shit,' Juarez.... 'Who IS she?' 'Whoever, rest assured, she can kick your ass,' Mitsu replied dryly... Neel chuckled.... *** 7 Bright Monday morning.... The city solicitor hadn't let the weekend go by without getting to Sydd....she couldn't let the weekend go by....mainstream press; the undergrounds; TV; talk radio—the pulpits.... Yes...the solicitor needed to talk.... Sydd breezed into the Solicitor's Office.... 'Morning, Ladies....Ms Darnay in? She's expecting me, I believe....Don't bother...I'll show myself in....' The solicitor's staff was always a bit flustered when Sydd appeared....they didn't know whether to hiss or cheer....then there were those who simply wanted to meet her in the ladies room...for a little close up inspection...and maybe some 'penetrating' 'conversation'.... Sydd rapped lightly on the frosted door pane.... 'Come in....' the invitation sounded weary.... Nkechi Darnay looked up over her glasses....sighed...rolled her eyes toward the seat in front of her.... 'Dammit, Sydd,' she began tiredly, 'You're becoming the bane of my existence....' 'Unh, unh, unh....' Sydd chided.... 'Solicitor Darnay, under these conditions... professional decorum and respect demand that you address me appropriately....or....' 'Or...?' Darnay arched her brows.... 'Or you'll never climb into my kingsize again....' Darnay had to choke her laughter.... 'Business, Ms. Black....business.... 'Officer Dickson's counsel maintains entrapment....' 'He would...but no one told Dickson to wrap his mouth around that pretty, black cock....and besides...I am not with the prosecutor's office...that's your problem....' 'So what do you want?' ''Kechi...you know what I want...and you're going to give it to me: expunge my client's record...restore her good name (to the degree that that can be done)...an official apology...costs....and restitution at half a mill....' 'Half a mill!!!'...Darnay choked again.... 'Peanuts, if you remember the last time I met one of the City's hacks in court....' 'Okay...okay...' Darnay is sullen.... Sydd stands to leave...reaches cross the desk to shake goodbye....Darnay leans forward with both hands... cradles Sydd's neck, and forces her tongue down Sydd's throat....no resistance here.... Darnay pushes away...smoothes her blouse and skirt... 'When?' Sydd cocks a brow as she re-applies lipstick and gloss... 'Your call.... I'm around....' Out the door, through the lobby.... 'Have a good day, Ladies....' *** 8 A week or two later.... Neel behind the wheel of his most-prized possession—a not quite vintage, Mustang GT convertible—he pulls a right into an old industrial zone—mostly junk yards—this is a late afternoon, early evening parts search for his beloved clunker.... Half way up the block, in front of an abandoned warehouse, two Highway Patrol muscle cycles overtake him, lights and sirens screamin'.... He pulls over to give them berth...to let them pass....one pulls up in front, the other in back....the officer in front dismounts....unsnaps the holster strap....in the mirror, the officer in the rear has already drawn the weapon.... Far from foolish, Neel attempts to speak....the approaching officer—still visored—motions for silence and for him to put his hands on the wheel....he complies....the officer reaches into Neel's right flank...underneath the right armpit—Neel's a lefty—and retrieves the Glock.... No fool, Neel remembers that a pistol is also trained on his head.... He's motioned from the car....motioned to turn and his big, brutish arms are forcefully and efficiently clamped behind him....then...in another deft, but strange move, his legs are shackled.... Before the black sack is thrown over his head and duct-taped across the mouth ....all he can think is 'Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!...Dickson!....' Then he's pushed forcefully into the rear of his car and it roars off.... *** About half an hour later—by Neel's estimation—the Mustang jerked to a halt...pitching him against the front seats....the last thing he recalled before the chloroform.... The dull thud in his head told him he was awake....the sack still over his head, though not nearly as tight....was he still gagged?... There was a coolness on his skin....all over....as if he had been completely doused with water....or naked.... He tried to move and realized that he was bound....taped to a chair....though, not much of one...it seemed that his ass overhung it slightly.... He went into his mental exercises...he needed his full faculties if he was going to get out of this....he couldn't see, but he could hear and smell....he could sense a presence...maybe two.... The sounds were all background....the smells....were confusing....industrial....just like his position—chains....gears...oil....leather....a whiff of something else...out of place.... He realized he was naked when something hot splattered on his cock...he jerked and in his surprise cried out slightly, then stilled himself.... Then a hand—a strong, gloved hand—gripped his cock....and began to milk it.... Neel began to grow in that hand—against his will—began to grow hard and long and thick....the more he attempted to resist...the more skilled the hand became....the more mind-games he attempted with himself, the more the hand—literally—manipulated him.... Again, the hot liquid splattered on the head of his cock....rapidly cooled....and then was expertly worked into his sex, lubricating and slicking it....when he realized that the hot splattering was spit....he became harder still...time to surrender he thought.... At the very moment of submission....his balls were cupped and raised....something soft and smooth was placed behind them at the base of his dick....then, it occurred to him: he was being tied off....the cloth—silk, he reckoned—was pulled as tight as possible without damaging him....he felt the blood surge from the base of his cock to the head...and then it seemed to expand....where there had been one hand, there were now two.... Then came the mouth....so hot he made no pretense of control....the cry, then the moan, were tokens of surrender.... Lips that were smooth and full, coated and strong sucked him in....he murmured 'Counselor,' and immediately a strong digit found his asshole and lanced it....he jerked upward into the hot cavern that already encased him...felt it tighten around his cock even more as it worked in cadence with the finger up his ass.... He let the mouth and finger take him away.... Neel fought against cumming...in the end he erupted....spurts and gobs of cum....and his 'tormentor' hardly missed a drop....seeming to savor every pearl.... His hood was shifted just enough to reveal his lips....soft, full lush lips were placed over his...he could smell the sweetness of lipstick and savor the taste of cum...his own.... Drained—literally—Neel slumped in the seat....the notion of 'reprieve' danced in his foggy head—foolishly.... He was jolted back to a certain state of consciousness as the teeth sank into the tender flesh of his nipple and began to nurse....then the tongue began to tease.... Thumb and forefinger tweaked and twisted the other... then slid to his lap and his exhausted member...or, 'exhausted' so he thought... the leather of the palm that gripped him was soft, smooth, and supple...it was also warm and slick....what had just been 'tired,' 'exhausted,' 'played out,' now began to stir.... Between ridges of dental perfection his nipple was assaulted by the tongue....his cock grew harder and harder in the leathered fist...offering it's own 'oil'.... He groaned...silenced himself...then cocked an ear...the 'whirring' was faint—a dim buzzing in his head....til it made contact with his asshole....he made no attempt to stifle the moan this time.... 'Ahhhhhhhh!.... Unhhhhhhhhh....' Neel bit his lip....the vibrator played the rosebud of his sphincter...for what seemed like eternity....before it eased in and he let out a full-blown shout.... 'OOOOOOO....SHIT!!! O shit!....Ooooo, shiiiit....' With every inch, it seemed that the hum of the vibrator increased.... As did the length and width of Neel's dick... Tied off, it was a monster—more of a monster than it had been...his sack swollen as if it held tennis balls...the cock...frightening.... Once again, a hot mouth engulfed him—full of spit...mixing with his copious precum... did he detect a gag reflex as a fresh wave of lubricant covered his dick....? It was only two or three strokes in that wonderful mouth before he was gripped tightly under the balls where the silk was knotted.... His cock was stood up for the mounting....the orifice was tight—extremely tight—even the mixture of spit and precum, and what apparently was a good quantity of lube, could not take away the friction—the pain—the discomfort—of his entrance...the friction was 'burning' his dick.... For the first time, he heard the voice of the 'mountee'.... No words....just a gasp....a groan....and then a determined and satisfied moan.... Then he felt the sting of the hot, starred and ringed nipples against his own...and an equally hard cock against his tight belly....the hood was pushed up slightly and the lips found his again....the passion was excruciating—exquisite.... She began to moan even more...then murmur as she gained rhythm on his huge root....it was in a whisper....it confused what he thought he knew....he thought he was sure of his assailant....but...now.... 'Give me that big cock, Sgt....' she murmured.... 'O....it's so big, Daddi....sooooo gooood....Fuck me like you do the bois, Babi....Give it to Mami....You know I still love it....love it more knowing they play with it too....' 'Counselor???...'Neel gasped between thrusts... The response was to push the vibrator further up his ass....pushing him over the top....forcing scalding cream into a condom too full of his dick...her deep moan in his ear as she forced her ass down to meet his final thrust....