An E&I Enterprises Story
Copyright 2000 by Stormbringer
Revised 2009
Author's note: This story takes place in the years between Solomon's
escape from the Gilgamesh Project and his rise to
crime lord/philanthropist in New York.
November 1994
The Prisoner: Prologue
The giant cock jerked in Jane's throat and she felt Solomon's sperm
filling her belly. She slid eight inches of his foot long cock out of
her mouth, wanting to taste his hot seed on her tongue. The head of his
cock was still shooting sperm into her mouth as she looked up at the
giant black man that had fucked her so good she had abandoned her
husband for a life of crime.
Three months earlier...
Jane peeked through the blinds at her husband talking to the black man.
Her husband had hired him to paint their house and was explaining what
he wanted done. Jane had never seen many black men and never any man as
muscular as Solomon. He was a big, hulking brute and she felt a funny
feeling in her stomach as she looked at him.
Jane avoided the black man for the first couple days, but found herself
staring at his bare chest and beefy arms through the curtains of her
bedroom window as he stood on a ladder painting her house.
Three days into the job, Jane invited him inside for some iced tea on a
particularly hot August day. They sat down at the kitchen table and
talked. She found Solomon to be very intelligent and his voice seemed to
have a hypnotic effect on her as she stared at his sweaty torso. They
started having tea breaks together every day and she began opening up to
him. His questions began to get personal, but he seemed to know how to
get into her head and she answered every question truthfully.
Jane told Solomon about how her husband could only get a partial
erection and how they only had sex about once a month. Solomon laughed
when she said her husband's penis was a nice size at five inches long.
Jane excused herself and walked down the hall to the kitchen, passing
the bathroom. She rinsed their glasses and headed back towards the porch
where they always enjoyed their daily tea breaks. She heard something in
the bathroom and looked in as she walked by.
Solomon was standing before the toilet urinating. A torrent of urine
poured out of the biggest, blackest penis she had ever seen. It was
plump and around eight inches long. It was slightly crooked angling down
as he peed.
"You ever seen a cock this big, Jane?" he asked without looking at her.
"N-never," she replied staring at it.
"Come into the bathroom, Jane."
Jane couldn't resist his commands and she crossed the threshold, slowly
walking up to him, still watching the urine splashing into the toilet.
"Why don't you hold it for me, Jane?"
"N-no, I couldn't," she answered, shocked at the idea. She hadn't even
really touched her husband's penis except to squeeze it hard enough to
penetrate her, let alone held it while he peed.
"Touch it Jane," he said looking deep into her eyes. "Touch a real man's
cock for the first time."
Jane didn't know why, but she obeyed him. She gulped as she reached out
and touched the shaft. She wrapped her fist around the base. He was so
thick her fingers didn't touch. His cock was warm to the touch and she
could feel the urine flowing underneath the skin. She aimed his cock,
directing the pee around the inside of the toilet. He had drank a lot of
fluids that day and his stream was strong, but eventually it slackened
off to a trickle.
When he was done pissing, Solomon said, "Shake it Jane, make sure it's
all done."
Jane stroked her hand up to the head of his cock, shaking all the urine
out. As she stroked, his cock started growing in her hand and she
gasped. It was only the second penis she had ever seen and it was more
then twice as long as her husband's and three times as thick.
Solomon turned and faced her. His cock was poking her in the belly as he
looked down into her eyes. "Jane, you need a big cock to satisfy you. A
black cock. My cock."
Jane nodded. He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her down. She
obediently fell to her knees before his cock. The plum sized head was
pointing at her mouth and she opened wide to let him in.
Once the head was in, she wanted more. Jane opened wide stretching her
jaw as far as it would go and she forced more and more of his beautiful
black cock into her mouth and throat. Jane was filled with an
overwhelming desire to please this man. An hour earlier she would have
gagged at the thought of putting her husband's penis in her mouth, let
alone a strange black man's. Now, she would do anything to please
Solomon, even swallowing his semen. And she did. After fifteen minutes
of furiously bobbing her head up and down his foot long cock, it erupted
in her throat. She felt his sperm sliding into her belly and she bobbed
her head up so that she could taste his seed on her tongue. Sperm filled
her mouth and she swallowed all of it. His single load was larger then
all the orgasms her husband had cum since they were married.
Two hours and ten orgasms later, Jane woke up in her bed. Her jaw ached,
her pussy ached, and her ass throbbed from the pain of being stretched
out by Solomon's giant black cock. Her wrists also ached and when she
woke up completely, she realized her hands were tied. Solomon was going
through her jewelry box.
He was a house thief. He was wanted in three states. He usually just
broke into homes when the owners were away, but the wealthier looking
homes, he usually cased out. This last week he had memorized the
location of all Jane's and her husband's valuables.
Jane found all this out later, but for now she was horrified to realize
that she had been seduced and fucked by a black thief, and even worse,
she'd give anything to have him fuck her again.
It was the way he ate her pussy that made her his slave and gave her the
first orgasm of her life. She had never had oral sex before and she
hated her husband for never eating her. After she swallowed his cum,
Solomon had carried her to the kitchen and laid her on the table. She
didn't know what he intended, as he spread her legs and kneeled on the
floor between them. His tongue touched her labia and her eyes grew wide
in surprise as it pushed its way into her vagina. Her body immediately
began responding to the most intense pleasure of her life. She writhed
on the table, her flat belly undulating wildly, as she began humping her
crotch into his mouth. His tongue felt even bigger then her husband's
penis and something exploded inside her as his tongue lapped around her
clit. Jane had screamed in pleasure as she had her first orgasm.
Solomon looked at her tied on the bed and without a word, he turned to
leave with a bag full of their valuables. He was almost out of the room
when Jane said, "Take me with you."
Solomon turned to look at her with a surprised look on his face. "You
don't want to come with me, Jane."
"Yes I do," she begged. "Please take me with you. I hate my husband. I
only want to fuck you from now on."
Jane still couldn't believe how incredible, how full, his cock felt in
her pussy. He had led her up the stairs and fucked her for hours on her
marital bed. The orgasm she had when he came in her sore, stretched out
pussy was even larger then the first time. Impossibly, he had even
gotten hard a third time and he had fucked her ass. Solomon's cock
claimed and dominated her body so well, she would do anything to be with
him.
Solomon dropped his bag and grabbed her hair, roughly pulling her head
up. "Listen slut, you’re one sexy bitch, though your titties are a little small," He grabbed her breast. "You can come with me for now, but I will get sick of you. Until then, you'll get fucked everyday."
"I don't care," she replied, "I need your cock." Jane knew then that if
she could see the future and saw that Solomon would leave her in less
then a week she would go with him. Anything, to fuck and suck him again.
For several weeks they lived off Jane's credit card and what money they
could get from the ATM machine. When Jane's husband cancelled her cards,
they robbed houses.
After several months, Solomon hadn't gotten tired of her yet and he kept
his promise, fucking her at least three times every day. Solomon's long
black cock would get hard and she would service him wherever and with
whatever hole he demanded. She always obeyed without question.
They had been busy robbing a house when Solomon had gotten the urge to
have his cock sucked. Jane felt it a little risky, but she never
questioned him and as usual she obeyed. Even three times a day, his load
was large and his cum overflowed her mouth every time she sucked him
off. She left him sitting on the couch naked and went to the bathroom to
clean up.
She was wiping the cum off her face, when she heard the main door to the
house burst open and a cop start screaming at Solomon to freeze.
Thinking fast, Jane found a window, removed the screen and squeezed
through, ducking out of sight behind some bushes. Their car was parked a
couple blocks away and she ran through the yard to get to it.
*******************
Deputy Howard Skinner had gotten a call from a neighbor that someone
suspicious was in the Robinson home. They were a small town with only
three cops and a dispatcher, so he had to check it out alone. Gun
shaking in his hand from nervousness, he burst into the room yelling,
"freeze" at the giant black man sitting naked on the couch.
Howard almost vomited at the sight of the black man's long, glistening
penis hanging down over the couch, still dripping sperm. He felt his
own, much smaller penis and balls shrink into his scrotum with fear and
envy.
The black man calmly obeyed him and handcuffed himself to the stair
rail when Howard tossed him the handcuffs. Howard then quickly searched
the house. He passed the bathroom and entered the guest room. The window
was open and the curtains were fluttering inside the house. The thief
had a partner.
Howard was intimidated by the giant black man and made him cover up his
big cock the first chance he got. Howard was only about 5'8" and the
thief was at least eight inches taller and beefy. He was escorting the
thief to the car when Howard noticed a car slowly drive by. He swaggered
a little when he saw the pretty woman driver staring at them. Probably a
housewife curious to see what was going on, he thought, and he gave her
a little salute as she sped off. He felt like David must have felt after
defeating Goliath.
The sheriff's car screeched to a halt moments later. Howard watched the
sheriff get out and walk over to him. The sheriff was a large black man,
almost as big as the thief. Howard always found his size to be a
little intimidating also. Now, he felt absolutely scrawny next to both
large black men.
The two cops patrolled the neighborhood for signs of an accomplice,
probably a black woman given the thief's naked state when he was caught,
but no suspicious persons were spotted. They gave up and headed to the
station to process the prisoner.
Extradition(-14)
"Come on hero," moaned Heather. "Put it in baby. Yeah that's it," she
cried feeling Howard's penis enter her. He had come home so excited over
capturing a notorious house thief, they had stripped off each other’s
clothes and climbed into bed, but for some reason he was having trouble
getting an erection and the condom wouldn't stay on. He had finally
gotten hard enough to enter her, but then it withered in her vagina and
she practically screamed in frustration. "What's wrong baby," she said
trying to grind her vagina into his crotch wanting him deeper inside her
then he was capable of.
Howard sighed and rolled off his fiancé. "Sorry honey, it's just not
working right." Heather assumed that the stress from capturing the house
thief earlier was getting to her fiancé.
Heather held up her hand and looked at the diamond ring Howard had just
given her a few hours before. They had only been dating eight months,
but he had asked her to be his wife and she had agreed.
Heather was twenty-two and had just gotten a job with the sheriff’s
department a year ago. Both the sheriff and Howard had asked her out.
She was a beautiful blonde with large breasts and was used to male
attention, so it was nothing new to have two men after her. She would
never date a black man, so she turned down the sheriff, even though he
was attractive and she found his large size to be a turn on.
Howard wasn't handsome, but he was cute in a chubby, chipmunk cheeks
sort of way. not knowing anyone in town, she had accepted Howard's offer
of a date and they had been a couple ever since.
"Heather do I make you happy?" he asked looking up at the ceiling.
"Of course," she replied.
"But, do I satisfy you?"
Bad question to ask after suffering a bout of impotence. "Of course
Howard," she lied so as not to hurt his pride. "Why do you ask?"
"But you've never had an orgasm."
"That's my fault," she explained. "I just can't loosen up. You know you’re only the second man I've ever been with, but you’re the best."
"I shouldn't say this," he said, "but when I busted the house thief..."
"And murder suspect," she interjected. A wife in South Dakota had
disappeared after the black man had robbed her house.
"Yes, well when I busted him, he was naked and sitting on the couch. His
penis must of been this long." Howard said, holding his hands about ten
inches apart.
Heather felt a shiver run through her body at the thought of a ten inch
penis. Her fiancé was feeling inadequate. "No woman could handle a penis
that long dear," she said, though in truth she wasn't sure, but his ego
obviously needed stroking. "You’re the big hero," she said reaching out
to fondle his crotch. She was surprised at how tiny his penis felt and
his balls had crawled up into his scrotum so far, she could barely feel
them. His penis was normally about five inches long, but now it seemed
about three. Her only other lover had been six inches and a little
thicker. She missed that extra inch.
Heather gave up trying to get him hard and she fell asleep wishing he
had a ten inch penis or even a six inch penis like her last boyfriend,
or even an erect penis.
******************
Heather adjusted the belt on her hips and entered the police station.
The prisoner was making his phone call, probably to a lawyer. She was
immediately impressed with his physique. The sheriff was the only other
man she had ever seen with a body that muscular. She glanced over at
Howard and he winked at her. Solomon finished and the sheriff escorted
him to his cell.
"Here's the deal," said the sheriff. "We're extraditing the prisoner to
South Dakota so that he can face murder charges on the woman that
disappeared. The problem is, that with this being Thanksgiving weekend,
no one is free to come get him for another two weeks, and the judge is
out of town. I'm splitting the three of us into three shifts of ten
hours each. Someone will stay here to keep an eye on things and the
other officer will be on patrol. Remember, the prisoner has a partner
out there somewhere, so be alert, and don't let anyone you don't know
inside the police station. Got it."
Heather and Howard looked at each other. They wouldn't have a lot of
time to spend together the next two weeks. They looked at the sheriff
and nodded.
"Good," said the sheriff, "and congratulations on your engagement.
Sorry you two can't spend more time together, but those are the breaks.
Heather, you have the night shift, ten to eight in the morning. Howard,
six in the morning to four. I'll work two till midnight. Someone will
check in to the station every hour that there is only one of us on duty
when Agnes is off," he finished nodding his head toward the dispatcher
in the side room.
******************
Solomon listened from his cell. He committed the shifts to memory,
calculating in his head what times they would be alone. His call had
been to Jane's cell phone and he had given her instructions for the
week. He hadn't gotten a good look at the female cop, but what he had
seen impressed him, especially those big titties stretching out her
uniform. He was shocked to hear that she was engaged to the wimp that
had captured him. Solomon sat on his cot. He needed to work on a plan.
He only had fourteen days to escape.
That evening, the female cop unlocked the gate leading to the cells. The
gate connected with the police station and on the other side of the door
was a short hall with two cells. The first was empty, Solomon was in the
second.
"Good evening, Heather," said Solomon looking her in the eyes. He was
sitting on the cot, back straight, hands folded on his lap.
She seemed startled by the use of her name, but she quickly recovered.
"Good evening. I've brought your dinner." She handed him a tray through
a slot in the door and he grabbed it smiling at her.
"Thank you," said the prisoner. She nodded and was turning to leave
when he added, "Heather don't go. Stay and talk to me."
"I'm not supposed to fraternize with the prisoners."
"I understand," he said. "I just get bored without someone to talk to."
"I'll be back to check up on you," she said before leaving.
Jane went back to her desk and worked on paperwork for a while. It was a
pretty quiet night, every hour the sheriff would radio in and she would
check on the prisoner. As the night wore on, she got bored and found
herself hanging around outside Solomon's cell talking longer with each
visit. She was only used to the occasional abusive husband or town drunk
and she had never met any serious criminals. She was surprised at how
intelligent he seemed. The black man was definitely was not your usual felon.
The sheriff came into the office a little after midnight. Heather
greeted him from her desk and watched as he entered the cell area to
check on the prisoner.
"Sleeping like a baby," said the sheriff. "call me if there's any
trouble."
Heather went back to her paperwork while the sheriff locked up the
shotgun from the squad car and put his portable radio into the
charger. "See ya tomorrow night," he said as he headed home.
Around 1:00 am, Heather heard a rhythmic grunting coming from the
prisoner's cell. She got up to investigate.
Solomon was doing sit ups on the floor of the cell. She watched without
interrupting. The prisoner had stripped of his shirt and was wearing
only orange prison pants. Sweat glistened off his black skin and his
muscles rippled with each rep. Solomon had the most impressive physique
she had ever seen on any man. The sheriff came close, but he was trim
compared to Solomon's beefier, muscular form.
Solomon stood up and began a series of graceful stretches that
accentuated his muscles and physique. "Good morning Heather," he said
without looking at her.
Heather came forward up to the bars. "Good morning," she answered
looking at his chest. "What are you doing?"
"Tai Chi, it keeps the mind and body sharp."
"Is it hard to learn?" she asked.
"It takes a long time and is hard work," he replied. "Long and hard,
long and hard."
That reminded her of what Howard had said about his penis and she
couldn't help but glance down at his crotch as he was looking away. The
orange jumpsuit was bulging out impressively. Heather looked down and
gasped. His penis was outlined down the right leg of his pants. It was
long and hard, Howard hadn't exaggerated about it's size. She looked up
to find Solomon staring at her. Heather blushed and excused herself.
When she came back an hour later he was asleep again.
********************
The sheriff entered his apartment and grabbed a beer out of the fridge.
He reached in his pocket and pulled out a small hypodermic needle.
I shouldn't do this shit, he thought as he injected the needle into
his arm. He sat down on his couch and sipped the beer waiting for the
buzz to hit.
He hadn't touched drugs in years, but found the craving hard to resist.
The prisoner had a handful of these vials in his possession when he was
arrested. It had been all to easy to pawn one as he checked in the
thief's items.
He finished his beer and started another. Still no buzz. The sheriff
looked at the vial and chunked it in his trash. 'Maybe it's some type of
steroid,' he thought, picturing the prisoners over muscled body in his
mind.
Extradition (-10)
Heather was horny and frustrated when she went into work. She had seen
Howard for only a couple hours the last four days when he got on duty,
then she went home to sleep.
Heather moaned in her sleep, then woke up abruptly. She reached down
between her legs and ran her finger along her slit. It was wet with her
juices and her clit was engorged. She couldn't remember her dream, but
it must have been pretty hot. She ran her finger around her clit,
thinking of her fiancé. She fantasized about Howard getting off work and
throwing her down on the bed and making love to her for the six hours
until she had to go to work.
Unfortunately, Howard got off work and collapsed exhausted on the bed,
his snores resounding through the bedroom three minutes later. She got
up and dressed for work.
Heather stopped at a deli to pick up some sandwiches for herself and the
prisoner. She had found herself talking to him every night during his
Tai Chi exercises. When she got to the police station, the sheriff was
out on patrol and Agnes was manning the phones. Heather was tired of
being alone and starved for human conversation. She talked to the old
dispatcher for an hour before Agnes got off work.
When Agnes left, Heather puttered around bored out of her skull. She'd
try to remember to buy something to read tomorrow night. She looked at
her watch. Time to take Solomon his dinner. She grabbed his sandwich and
a soda, carrying it back to his cell.
The prisoner was doing his Tai Chi movements again, every perfectly
developed muscles on his chest and arms accentuated and glistening with
sweat. Heather watched for a minute, admiring his body and not wanting
to interrupt.
"Dinner time," he said without looking at her. It was almost like he
could sense her presence.
"Yes, I didn't want to disturb your workout."
Solomon approached the cell's bars. He was such a big man. Heather found
herself eye level with his chest. "No problem Heather," he said taking
his dinner through the bars, "there's not much else to do here, but
meditate and exercise. I was bored, that's all."
"Tell me about it," she replied rolling her eyes. "Nothing ever happens
around here. Your the most excitement this town's ever had."
"You’re welcome," said the prisoner. Heather laughed and excused herself.
She checked on Solomon several other times over the next few hours,
finding her minute inspections were turning into fifteen minute
conversations each time.
Heather told the black man about her life before becoming a policewoman.
How she grew up on the family farm watching cop shows on TV, going to
the police academy and getting her first job here in this small town.
Solomon told her how he had joined the navy and became a drug addict. He
had lived on the streets until he kicked the habit, but couldn't find a
job.
"So you became a thief," said Heather feeling sorry for the black man.
"There's one thing I don't understand-and don't forget your Miranda
rights apply to our conversations- what happened to the housewife in
Dakota?"
"She's alive and well. She chose to leave her husband shortly after I
robbed them."
"Well I hope for your sake, someone can find her."
"I'm not worried," said Solomon. Heather just nodded and returned to her
desk. The sheriff would be in soon.
The sheriff arrived just before midnight and filled out his reports. He
yawned and checked on the prisoner. "Sleeping again," said the sheriff,
"See ya tomorrow night, same time, same place."
The sheriff seemed to notice how bored she looked and added, "Only ten
nights to go."
Heather nodded and watched him leave. She leaned back and put her feet
up on the desk. Heather tried to stay awake and alert, but she kept
finding her head was getting heavier and heavier.
Heather awoke with a start. She had heard something coming from the
cells. She glanced over at the clock, it was time for her to check on
Solomon anyway.
Heather got up and stretched. She unlocked the first door and entered
the cell hall. Heather paused and listened. She could hear Solomon
breathing heavy, grunting occasionally. Heather was surprised to find
her heart rate increasing, hoping to catch him working out again.
She approached the last cell and stifled a gasp. Solomon was working
out. His hand was sliding rapidly up and down his giant penis as he laid
on the small cot. Heather stared entranced for about fifteen minutes.
Solomon was long past the point Howard would have cum.
She stared at his penis. It wasn't as big as she'd imagined. In fact she
could hardly see it his hand was stroking it so fast. Solomon arched
his back and revealed the truth to her.
His penis only looked small because his hand was so big. Solomon let go
of his penis and wrapped just the fingers around the base holding it
skyward so that his massive ebony snake was revealed to her in all its
glory. It was at least twelve inches long and twice as thick as her
first boyfriend, three times as thick as Howard's.
Solomon had quit stroking his penis because he was done. As Heather
watched, the head seemed to swell and a big wad of sperm spurted up into
the air about three feet from the tip of his penis. Her eyes followed
the sperm up and then down where it collided with several more wads of
cum erupting out of his penis. In fact Solomon's penis was spitting out
more sperm now then Howard's had the entire time they had been dating.
Solomon's sperm quit erupting out of the fat head of his penis, but more
sperm continued to flow out the tip, dripping down his fat black rod.
Heather shook her head in disbelief. She stared at Solomon's penis for a
long time. Finally, she let her eyes roam up his heaving chest and made
eye contact. Solomon was watching her. Heather blushed with
embarrassment and fled the cells.
Extradition(-9)
"Heather come look at this," called the sheriff staring a the computer
screen. "What do you make of this?"
Heather had just arrived for her shift, exhausted from tossing and
turning all night. Every time she closed her eyes, she pictured Solomon's huge black cock shooting sperm into the sky like an erupting volcano. She bent down beside the sheriff and read the screen. "This says there's no record of a “Solomon” ever existing?"
"Yep," said the large black man distracted by Heather leaning over his
shoulder. He swore she smelled horny and he felt his cock stiffen up.
The damn thing looked bigger then normal and he was getting erections
all the time. He had even jerked off twice yesterday. Heather's big tits
were pressing into his shoulder and his cock was hurting him again it
was so hard. He pulled himself together. "No record of Solomon, obviously a fake name he used while casing the house and
according to his fingerprints he's a sixty-five year old Vietnam vet named Sam Kingston. Of course, our man is only in his thirties and doesn't have the Navy SEAL tattoo."
"CIA?"
"That's what I was thinking," said the sheriff impressed by Heather's
deductive reasoning. She had brains to go with her beauty, but right now
he didn't want to fuck her brains. "It fits, assumed name, false
records. He certainly carries himself like a military man."
"What do we do?"
"Nothing we can do, but our jobs and extradite him unless we hear from
the feds to release him. Now I'm off to keep the streets safe." and
swing by my house to jerk off again. His orgasms even felt better and
his wads seemed bigger. The sheriff didn't know what was going on, but
he wasn't complaining. He grabbed his gear and hurried out.
Heather took Solomon his dinner just after Agnes left. She blushed as
soon as she saw him and couldn't help glancing down at his orange prison
pants to see the outline of his cock.
"Oh Heather, I'm glad you’re here," said Solomon/Sam or whoever he really was. "I wanted to apologize for yesterday. I didn't mean for you to see me masturbating, but then I'm sure a beautiful girl like you- having just got engaged- is used to seeing a lot of cock."
Heather let out a sarcastic laugh. It had been five days since Solomon's
capture when they had tried to have sex and over a week since Howard had
actually penetrated her. Not to mention the fact that even when Howard
got an erection she wouldn't exactly call it 'a lot of cock'. Not
compared to Solomon anyway. She made an excuse and said, "not really, we
have just been so busy since your capture that we haven't had time to
get together."
"What's wrong with him? Doesn't he know how lucky he is? If I was with a
beautiful, intelligent woman like you, I would fuck you all night long.
You could do better then that wimp."
Heather was wondering what it would feel like to get fucked all night
long by a foot long black cock when he made that last comment and it
angered her. "I'll have you know that Howard's a wonderful man. He's
gentle, kind, he treats me well, and he'll do anything to make me happy."
"Yeah, but does he satisfy you?" Heather froze not knowing how to
respond to that and Solomon added, "Try wearing sexy lingerie. I love a
woman in lingerie and no real man can say no to a sexy woman in lacy
white underwear"
Heather was still mad and left Solomon alone. Later, she heard him doing
sit-ups and Tai Chi exercises. She had gotten used to watching him work
out, but she resisted the urge to go watch him. Still latter, she heard
him masturbating again. She broke out in a sweat as she pictured him
stroking off his huge cock, but she remained at her desk.
Heather's eyes were red from crying and lack of sleep when she arrived
at work the next day. She had broken out her sexiest bra and panties and
worn them to bed. They had been a gift from her first boyfriend and she
had only worn them a couple times. She had set the alarm and was waiting
on the bed in a sexy pose when Howard came home.
"What's wrong? Have you been crying?" said Solomon, taking his dinner
tray through the bars.
"It's Howard," she replied. "He fell asleep just as we were about to
make love."
"What's wrong with him?" said Solomon looking concerned. "You need to
try the lingerie idea. Trust me, it works every time."
"It didn't last night."
"You're joking? No, I see you're not. Well was it sexy? It couldn't have
been. I can tell you have an incredible body under that uniform. It
couldn't have been that sexy."
It's pretty bad when a house thief was paying more attention to her then
her fiancé was. Heather hadn't bothered to change last night. She was
wearing the lingerie under her uniform. "Let me show you," she said. "An
old boyfriend gave it to me, so he obviously liked it." Heather
unbuttoned the first few buttons on her uniform and pulled her top open
revealing just the top of her bra.
"It looks pretty hot, I love lacy, white lingerie, but it's kinda hard
to tell. Show me more."
It was as if he had cast a spell on her. Heather didn't think twice
about unbuttoning the rest of her shirt. She untucked her uniform and
held it open. Heather felt her nipples hardening as she exposed her body
for this dominant male.
Her bra was lacy white and very see-thru. Heather had a stripper's body,
a thin waist, wide hips and large full breasts capped by fat nipples.
"Heather, you’re magnificent. Take the top all the way off and turn around for me." Heather obliged. "Your fiancé is a fool. Pull down the edge of your pants so that I can see your belly button." Heather pulled her pants down her hips so that her flat tummy was visible to the black
prisoner. "I'm only seeing you from the waist up and your the sexiest
woman I've ever seen. Show me the rest."
Heather finally hesitated. "I don't know..."
"Is the sheriff coming back soon?"
"No."
"Then what's the harm? Take off your pants Heather. You know you want to
show me your body...so I can help you with Howard.
Heather looked down at the huge bulge tenting out his jumpsuit and
started removing her gun belt. His bulge moved as she unbuttoned, then
unzipped her pants. She opened her pants and wiggled them down over her
hips until she stepped out of them. She realized she looked dumb in her
uniform shoes and socks and removed them also.
"Heather you're just too sexy," said Solomon staring down at her pussy
hair visible through the panties. "You should be a model. Turn around
for me. Let me see your body. There's nothing wrong with your outfit,"
he said staring at her bare ass as the thong slid between her cheeks.
"The problem is with your future husband. "Your hot body is making me so hot, I gotta take my cock out."
"What?" said Heather turning around just as Solomon's long dong sprang
up from the confines of his jumpsuit. "I should go."
"No Heather, stay. Let me look at you as I jerk off. I haven't been with
a woman in so long and never one as perfect as you. Let me fantasize
about what can never be mine as I jerk off."
Heather froze and let him watch her as he started stroking his huge
cock. "Look how hard you've made me Heather. Why doesn't your body make
Howard this hard."
"He's never been that hard or big. How b..."
"Twelve inches exactly," said Solomon. "Why don't you get on your knees
and take a closer look.
Heather kneeled and Solomon brought his cock closer so that it was only
a foot away. She could smell it, it was close to her nose and the odor had her panties soaking wet with desire. The head was pointing right at her face and she could see every ridge and bulge on his huge erection. Even his balls were gigantic, explaining his huge orgasms. Just as she
remembered, it was too late. Solomon's cock head swelled even bigger and
it spat a huge wad of cum that splattered from her forehead to her chin.
She screamed in horror and a second wad flew in her mouth. A third wad
splattered across her breasts as she pulled back, inadvertently gulping
down his sperm.
Heather grabbed her clothes and ran to the bathroom to clean up. More of
Solomon's sperm covered her lips and chin. Instead of cleaning it, she
licked her tongue around her mouth, surprised that his sperm actually
tasted kind of good.
After she had cleaned off Solomon's sperm, Heather returned to her desk
still clad in her lingerie. She was breathing heavy and hornier then she
had ever been in her life. She sat down and propped her legs up on her
desk, spreading them. Heather pulled her panties over and ran one finger
up her wet slit. She shivered with pleasure at how good it felt, but she
wanted more. She reached over and grabbed her black night stick. It was
about the thickness of a nice big cock. She placed it at the entrance to
her pussy and was about to push it in when the sheriff came in on the
radio and said he was on his way back. She sighed in frustration and ran
to put her uniform back on.
Extradition(-7)
"I can't talk, I have work to do," said Heather handing Solomon his
dinner tray.
"You're not upset about last night are you?" he
called.
"No," she lied. She wasn't upset that she modeled for him or that he had
ejaculated on her. She was upset because she was sexually frustrated.
Heather didn't plan on talking to him that night, but when she checked
on Solomon after the sheriff had left, she found him doing his Tai Chi
nude. His cock was plump, long, and at half mast. Solomon walked over to
the bars and said, "Heather, I'm glad you came back. I'm sorry about
last night. You were just so beautiful, I couldn't control myself. Just
thinking about you gets me excited."
Heather looked down and saw his cock rising. She jumped when he reached
through the bars and rested his hands on her shoulders. Solomon pushed
her down and she relented, falling to her knees. "Let me jerk off again
while I look at you."
Heather watched fascinated as Solomon began stroking his cock just
inches from her face. "I'm being selfish," he said. "I take it you've
never seen a cock like mine?"
"No, I've never even imagined there were cocks this big."
"Why don't you touch it. This may be your only chance to feel a really
big cock. You'll be married soon and stuck touching Howard's little
penis."
Heather frowned at the thought of never seeing anything bigger then
Howard again. "I can really touch it?"
"Be my guest. Just reach out and grab the head."
Heather reached up and squeezed the head between her fingers. It was so
hard and unyielding, it may as well have been carved from ebony. It was
so unlike Howard's soft penis. She slid her fingers down the shaft and
Solomon obliged her by forcing as much as he could through the bars.
Heather wrapped her fingers around it, amazed at the inch long gap
between them. Solomon pulled back and thrust his cock through her
fingers. She began moving her own hand up and down his shaft. She wanted
to jerk him off, she wanted to see his cock shoot out gallons of cum
again.
Heather spit in her left hand and brought it up when her right became
tired. Soon her left was tired also and she brought her right back up.
She started jerking him off with both hands. Solomon's cock swelled up
and began trembling in her hands. She watched the head swell up and spit out a huge wad of cum that landed on her uniform. Heather brought her head down an inch from Solomon's cock head and caught the second wad on her extended tongue. His remaining cum missed her staining the floor.
What a waste, she thought.
Heather jerked him off again the next night. "Please Heather. If I go to
jail, you may be the last woman that touches my cock. I want you to
be the last woman."
"OK, one more time, but I don't want to stain my uniform."
"Then take it off. Let me see your body."
Heather stripped off her uniform, this time including her underwear
until she stood trembling before him completely naked.
"God your tits are perfect, Heather. I can't believe they're real. Kneel
down and jerk me off." Heather kneeled and spit in her hands, quickly
grabbing him and stroking his cock. "That’s it baby, stroke that big
black cock. Come closer, rub your tits on it. Oh god that feels great.
Titty fuck me baby."
Heather jerked him off and let him slide his cock between her tits until
he blew his load. Didn't the amount ever slacken off, she thought as her
tits were completely covered in sperm. Heather ran her hand through the
sperm, rubbing it into her breasts. A big glob formed at the tip of
Solomon's cock and was about to drip, when Heather ran her tongue up
over it, lapping it up. Solomon's cock jerked at the touch of her tongue
and impossibly it seemed to reverse course, starting to grow again, just
seconds after ejaculating previously. Heather started the process all
over again.
Extradition(-5)
"Strip for me Heather," ordered Solomon the minute she brought him his
dinner. He was shirtless and pulled off his pants as she began
stripping. Solomon walked up to the bars and slid his cock through the
gap. "This time I want you to use your mouth."
Heather had already kneeled and was preparing to jerk him off again. She
looked up at him in shock at his suggestion.
"Suck my cock, Heather," said the black man. "You licked it yesterday.
All you have to do is lick it some more and then take it in your mouth.
It would make me very happy if you sucked my cock."
Heather really wanted to make Solomon happy. Something inside her
desired to serve this man, to please him. Heather stuck out her tongue
and began licking the crown of Solomon's long black cock. She licked
down the shaft to the bars and would have licked his big balls if they
hadn't been on the other side of the cell.
Heather licked back up to the tip and took him into her mouth. This was
a new experience for her and she found it difficult not to gag, but her
desire to please him, had her doubling her efforts each time she choked.
Soon, Heather could feel his huge cock-head sliding up and down her
throat as she sucked him. Solomon reached through the bars and grabbed
the sides of her head as he began fucking her face. She was swallowing
down to the bars now, taking nine inches of cock down her throat. She
thought she'd choke to death when Solomon's cock swelled up and almost
wedged in her throat. She forced it out until just the head was in her
mouth as her cheeks bulged out from Solomon's hot cum.
******************
The sheriff was driving down the highway after dusk when he noticed the
car driving erratically. He turned his sirens on and the car pulled over.
"Heather," he said picking up the radio. "I have some tags for you to
run through the computer."
Heather didn't answer and he assumed she was in the bathroom or checking
on the prisoner. He'd try again in a few minutes. The sheriff got out of
his car and walked over to the driver's side of the car he had
stopped.
He was surprised to see an attractive woman wearing a short coat with
bare legs sticking out from under it. "Good evening ma'am. Are you aware
of why I stopped you?"
"Yes officer, I crossed the median a couple times."
"You were weaving quite a bit, have you been drinking?"
"No sir, I was applying my make-up." The sheriff's eyes roamed down her
body as she spoke. The woman had parted her legs, letting the coat run
up even farther.
"Anything that distracts you while driving can be dangerous, ma'am. I'm
going have to give you a ticket."
"Please officer, this is my husband's car and I don't want him to know I
got a ticket."
"And why is that?"
The woman took a deep breath and said, "I was on my way to meet my
boyfriend."
The sheriff nodded in understanding. "Well I'm sorry, there's not much I
can do."
The woman hesitated, then pulled down the zipper on her coat. She was
wearing a white, lace bra and garter ensemble and nothing else. "Would
you agree to forget it if I gave you a blow job?"
The sheriff felt his cock practically double in size at her last two
words. He had always dreamed of having a white woman. He fantasized of a
white woman with bright red lips parting to suck his cock. Granted he
had a problem with drugs when he was younger, but otherwise he didn't
engage in criminal activity. He didn't like the idea of abusing his
position. The woman made up his mind for him. "My name is Jane," she
said reaching out to grab his cock through his trousers. "I take it we
have an agreement," she said squeezing his hard cock.
"We have an agreement."
"Good," said Jane, "but it goes no further then a blow job." Solomon had
ordered her to keep her pussy for him until he tired of it.
The sheriff watched as Jane skillfully unzipped his trousers and with
difficulty pulled out his rock hard cock. "My sheriff what a big cock
you have." The sheriff moved closer to the window and Jane began running
her tongue around the tip of his cock.
Not only was it a dream come true to get a blow job from a white woman,
but it was the best blow job the sheriff had ever gotten in his life.
Most woman just did it to make their man happy or to get some oral sex
in return. This woman seemed to actually love sucking cock. She licked
his entire dick from top to bottom and even gave his balls a good
tonguing. When she took him in her mouth it wasn't long before she was
swallowing all eleven and a half inches down her throat like she was
used to sucking unbelievably large cocks.
Not only was he impressed with her, but he was impressed with himself.
The sheriff hadn't gotten a good fuck in months and hadn't had a blow
job in over a year, but he lasted twenty minutes before blowing and it
was the best load he ever shot. His testicles had grown along with his
dick and they emptied three mouthfuls of sperm into Jane that she
lovingly gulped down. 'Not only does she like sucking dick,' thought the
sheriff, 'but she also likes the taste of cum.
"I take it there'll be no ticket," said Jane stroking his cock like she
was milking it for more cum and licking up the drops that formed on the
tip.
"No ma'am," said the sheriff. "You just passed the breathalyzer test."
"Well, I gotta go meet the boyfriend," said Jane.
"He's a lucky man." The sheriff stepped back as she drove off. He looked
down at his cock. It was rock hard again from her stroking, just minutes
after cumming. He began jerking off. It was like he was becoming
addicted to cumming and he didn't know what was going on with his body,
but he liked it.
*******************
Extradition (-4)
"Did you shrink your shirts again young man," said Agnes to the sheriff
as she grabbed her purse to leave for the evening. "You need a good woman to take care of you."
"Actually, I'm getting bigger," said the sheriff making a muscle that
actually ripped his short sleeve shirt a little. Heather felt her heart
skip a beat when she saw the sheriff’s huge muscle. She wondered if all
black men had huge cocks like Solomon.
"Well, you still need a woman," said Agnes as she left.
The sheriff turned to Heather. "I'm off on patrol. You know the drill
and order me some bigger uniforms please.
Heather watched the sheriff drive off then stood and walked back to the
cells. Solomon was naked standing by the bars, his cock hard and
sticking out between the bars. She immediately kneeled before him and
took his cock in her mouth. "You’re a good little cocksucker, Heather,"
said Solomon. "you know how to treat a real man's cock." She looked up
at him. His body glistened with sweat from doing his work out and he
looked like some kind of ebony god standing over her. She nodded her
head in agreement and continued to suck his cock.
Later, Solomon's cock exploded in her throat and she rapidly gulped
trying to keep up with the flow of hot cum. It was the end of her shift
and the second blow job of the night. Her belly felt so full of cum, she
decided to skip breakfast and go straight home to bed where she'd spend
another night dreaming about huge black cocks. This time he had ordered
her to strip off her clothes and she had obeyed, keeping her gun and the
cell keys well out of his reach. She stood and let him fondle her
breasts before turning to get dressed.
The next night was a repeat of the last with Heather sucking him off
twice again, though she was nude both times and she let Solomon caress
and kiss her through the bars. She even grabbed the bars screaming as
Solomon fingered her to orgasm. "Think that feels good, well imagine how
good my cock would feel stuffed in that tight little pussy of yours."
Heather nodded imagining him stuffing his huge cock into her. She
screamed as she came again.
********************
Extradition (-2)
"I know you want this," said Solomon waving his cock under Heather's
nose.
Heather nodded. God the thing smelled as good as it tasted. It was all
she could think about. "Just let me suck it, please," she said, but
every time she moved her head forwards, Solomon pulled it through the
bars.
"No, I want to fuck you. You want this cock, Heather."
"I do, but I'm also engaged and want to keep my pussy for my future
husband. I'll gladly suck you off again."
"No, I'm going to fuck you, Heather. Don't fight it. The needs of your
body come first over your loyalty to your wimp fiancé."
"Let me think about it."
"Time's running out. In two days I'm gone. This may be your last chance
to find out what a really big cock can do, what a black cock can do."
Heather grabbed her clothes and returned to her desk. She had decided to
do it, even before her uniform was back on, but she'd have to wait for
the sheriff to leave. She spent the next couple hours squirming in her
seat. Her pussy was soaked at the thought of Solomon pushing his big
cock into her.
The phone rang just as the sheriff swaggered into the station. She answered it. "Sheriff, it's for you."
The sheriff frowned wondering who would be calling him this time of
night. "Sheriff, it's Jane." His cock turned hard instantly. "I haven't
been able to get your big cock out of my mind since I sucked you off."
"I've thought about you a lot since then too."
"I want to suck it again. I want to fuck it. I want to feel you pounding
that big black cock in me. It's so superior to my boyfriend's and
husband's little white dicks."
"I want that too," said the sheriff. It felt like he had cum in his
pants his cock was leaking so much precum listening to her.
"Meet me at the motel tomorrow night just past the exit where I first
saw your giant cock."
"I'll be there."
"I'll be waiting."
"New girlfriend?" asked Heather seeing how excited the sheriff was when
he hung up the phone. He just grinned at her and she didn't know why she
felt a surge of jealousy.
After he left, she locked the doors to the station and stripped off her
clothes. "I see you've decided," said Solomon as she walked back to his
cell.
"Yes, I want you to fuck me. Just don't cum in me, I'm not protected."
"Turn around and grab your ankles, then back up to the bars."
Heather did as she was told, pushing her thighs as close to the bars as
she could. Her whole body was trembling when she felt Solomon rest his
cock between her ass cheeks and slowly slide it down. Her pussy spasmed
with anticipation as the head touched her labia.
Heather wanted him so bad, she swore her pussy opened up for him before
he even pushed in. It kept opening as the head entered her, stretching
wider then it ever had before. Heather was panting with exertion as
Solomon's cock head completely entered her, her pussy closing slightly
only to stretch out again as the thick part under the head entered her.
Solomon pulled out and pushed in a little lubricating his cock with her
juices. Then he pushed in a little more.
"Your pussy feels so good Heather. You got a body built to handle big
cock. Your wasted on that wimp fiancé of yours."
Heather came and then came again. She seemed to cum with each additional
inch. She could feel every ridge and vein on his mighty shaft. Solomon
reached through the bars and grabbed her waist, pulling her back. "Damn
bars," he mumbled. "You'll just have to miss out on the full foot long
experience.
"Jesus, I don't think I could take anymore. Your cock is so big in my
pussy. I love it Solomon."
"You'll love this too then," said Solomon. He stretched his arm through
the bars and untied her hair, letting it fall down her back. Solomon
grabbed her hair, wrapping it around his fist and began pulling back as
he slammed his cock into her.
Solomon slid his hand through the bars and began rubbing his forefinger
around her anus, pressing down slowly as it opened for him and his
finger entered her ass.
"I feel so full," she screamed as her ass clamped down over his finger
triggering another orgasm.
Solomon fucked her while fingering her ass for a good twenty minutes
before his balls started to churn and his cock began to swell. Heather
recognized the signs too and squirmed to get it out of her. "Pull out,
don't cum inside me," but Solomon just pulled back on her hair and
shoved his cock as deep as it would go through the bars.
His cum hosed deep into her pussy and in the brief second before the
pleasure hit, she knew that there was still room for more of his cock.
Her eyes rolled back in her head as the super orgasm hit and she fell
forward, Solomon's still spurting cock plopping out of her, but by then
she had passed out. Heather hit the floor with a thud, waking up several
minutes later.
Heather looked up off the floor at Solomon standing over her. His cock
still hard, sticking through the bars. "Clean it off Heather, then you
can suck on it."
Heather sat up. It felt right and natural to be kneeling before him. She
stuck her tongue out and began cleaning his cock.
********************
Extradition (-1)
Heather felt great and sad at the same time as the sheriff left on
patrol. For the first time, she felt sexually satisfied and had finally
had a good nights sleep. On the other hand, today would be her last day
with the prisoner.
Clothed, she walked back to the cells. "Yesterday was incredible,
Solomon."
"It was nice, but I wish I wasn't behind bars and could give you a real
good fucking
"I want that too, but I can't risk my job." Heather took her handcuffs
out and tossed them through the bars. "Handcuff your ankle to the cot."
"Yes ma’am," said Solomon.
********************
The sheriff saw Jane standing out by her car at the motel. He parked
around the side to be inconspicuous as he intended to spend the rest of
his shift with the skillful slut. She was in his arms the second he was
out of the car. The sheriff French kissed her as she wrapped her legs
around his waist like she didn't care if anyone saw them. "Lets get
inside," he said.
Jane let them into her hotel room and started removing her clothes. The
sheriff followed. He removed his shirt and a nude Jane came over to help
with the pants. "Wow, you are excited to see me again. It looks even
bigger then I remembered."
It was bigger then a foot now and the sheriff was starting to get
worried. Two weeks ago, he had an above average sized cock at seven
inches. He didn't know when it would stop growing, but wasn't about to let that stop him tonight. Jane immediately started slurping on it.
His cock was rock hard and glistening when she stopped. "Close your eyes
and lie down on the bed."
The sheriff's bulging, muscular body took up more then half the bed as
he lied down on his back and closed his eyes. He felt Jane climb on top
of him and then cold metal gripped his wrists. He opened his eyes and
looked at the handcuffs confining him to the bed. "Hey what gives?"
"Your holding a friend of mine in your cell."
The sheriff groaned. The prisoner’s partner wasn't a black woman at all.
A big city cop would never be that stupid. "Don't worry sheriff. I still
have time to take care of that gorgeous cock of yours. Jane crawled
between his legs and started sucking. Soon the sheriff was bucking his
hips into her mouth.
********************
Solomon was bucking his hips into Heathers mouth as she kneeled nude
between his legs at the foot of the prison cot. She groaned and forced
her head down until her lips were kissing his pubic hair. She was a fast
learner.
Heather stayed still with Solomon's cock buried in her throat. She let
her throat relax and grow used to the invader before starting to bob her
head rapidly. Soon her efforts were rewarded by several mouthfuls of
sperm.
Heather kept sucking until she was sure every last drop of sperm had
been sucked out of it and she was sure it was staying hard.
Heather climbed up on Solomon and held his cock aloft as she slowly
lowered herself over it. She slowly raised herself up and down over his
cock taking more and more into her pussy until her legs collapsed as the
first orgasm overtook her.
Heather fell, taking all twelve inches into her pussy.
Heather felt her pussy reshaping itself around Solomon's cock. Poor
Howard, she thought. I'll never be able to feel him again.
*******************
Jane wiped some of the sheriff’s sperm off her chin as she stared at his
still hard cock. Solomon had ordered her not to fuck the sheriff, but
she hadn't had a good fuck in two weeks. Jane straddled the sheriff and
slowly lowered herself over his cock. She easily took him in as she
began fucking him as fast as her legs could bounce.
"God you black men are great fucks," screamed Jane as the sheriff’s cock
exploded in her pussy.
Their black cocks seemed to draw the orgasms from her body. She fell
forward on the sheriff and rested. "I could fuck you all night, but my
man is waiting for me." Jane kissed the sheriff and began to get
dressed.
******************
Tears were pouring down Heathers face from pleasure and guilt. As
Solomon's cock filled her pussy with cum, she knew she was hooked on
black cock. She passed out again as the orgasm over took her.
Solomon was fucking her again when she woke up, but in a different
position. She was handcuffed to the cell bars standing up and Solomon
was pounding her pussy from behind. He had somehow reached her pile of
clothes and freed himself.
Solomon pulled out and brought his cock up to her ass. Sweat broke out
on Heather's forehead when she realized where he was heading. "No not my
ass. You’re too big."
"Sluts like you love to get their asses fucked," said Solomon pushing
his cock head in. Heather screamed at the pain and started struggling
against the handcuffs. Solomon was gentle and let her grow used to each
inch before pushing another in. He met resistance at eight inches and
began slowly fucking her ass. Soon she quit struggling and started
pushing back into him. "You love my cock don't you, slut."
"I love it. Fuck me. Fuck my ass." Heather threw her head back and
screamed in delight.
Solomon fucked her until he filled her ass with cum and she passed out
again. Solomon pulled out and watched his sperm rise to the surface as
her ass slowly closed. He turned around and calmly walked out of the
cell.
"No, don't go stay. I only want to fuck you from now on." called Heather
after him.
Solomon walked over to the lockers, retrieved his clothes, and the
precious vials of the Xserum.
He walked out of the police station just as Jane pulled up in the car.
*****************
The sheriff ran into the station a hour after Solomon had left. He had
yelled for help until someone called the hotel manager and the man had
unlocked his handcuffs.
The sheriff entered the cell with gun drawn. The first thing he saw was
the beautiful Heather hanging nude, handcuffed to the cell. "Thank god,"
she cried. "Please just let me down and promise not to tell Howard. What
are you doing?"
The sheriff had walked behind her and was pulling down his trousers.
"I've wanted this for a long time," he said pushing his cock into her
cum-soaked pussy. Within seconds, Heather was pushing back into his cock
moaning.
"Your pussy belongs to me now, bitch."
"Yes, god yes, fuck me sheriff."
"Our careers are over for this fuck up, Heather."
"I know."
"Leave Howard and runaway with me."
"Anything, as long as you keep fucking me."
"I don't think that'll be a problem."
********************
Solomon had noticed one of the Xserum vials was missing and judging by
the flushed condition of Jane's skin, he could make a guess what had
happened to it. He could smell the other man's scent coming from her
crotch. Well at least the sheriff was a brother. He looked down on women
so much, he didn’t feel jealous sharing her with another man. These two
women would go around spreading the myth about gigantic black cocks.
Solomon liked the idea of making sluts of white wives and destroying
marriages. He shook the vials reassuringly in his pocket. He was beginning to form ideas about the future.
He looked down at Jane sucking his cock while he drove. He wished her
tits were as big as Heather's. He was tired of her already. Solomon filled her belly with some cum and winked at her as she sat up. He pulled over towards a convenience store. “Run in there and get me a soda,“ he ordered. Solomon waited until Jane had entered the building before he drove off.
Solomon aimed his car towards the border still thinking about the future.
The End
Author’s Note: There story probably derived from an interracial pictorial I saw years ago where a black policeman captured a white female thief and fucked her through the bars. She used the distraction to escape.
I often thought that the unnamed sheriff would make a good character for a follow up story. Here’s an enhanced male, unattached to E&I out in America’s heartland. Maybe someday.
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