8 Fresh Off The Bus 2

Fresh Off The Bus 2: Angela and the Bad Man
copyright 2000 by Stormbringer
Revised 2009


05/99

The young woman stepped off the bus and looked around in awe at the
towering buildings of New York City. She turned and stared at the busy
street and sidewalk filled with cars and pedestrians.

"Excuse me Miss, but might you be a model," said a husky voice behind
her.

The woman turned to see a well-dressed black man addressing her. "Well
I'm looking to become an actress, but I would consider modeling," she
replied.

"Excellent," said the black man smiling at her. "Here is my card. Give
me a call if your looking for work. My name is Latrell."

"Angel," replied the woman looking at the card. It read, E&I Modeling
Agency.

"Nice to meet you Angel," said Latrell holding out his hand. She took
it, noticing how little her hand looked as it disappeared into his big
black one. His grip was strong, but gentle. "Don't lose that card," he
said tucking a copy of the Wall Street Journal under his arm and walking
down the sidewalk.

'Contact,' thought Officer Angela Desabitini watching him walk away.
This had been her fifth attempt to make contact with the man who
recruited young women into the porn industry. He hadn't been waiting at
the bus stop the previous four times, but this time she had spotted him
sitting on the bench before the bus had even stopped. Angela knew she
was an attractive woman, but at thirty she was a little worried Latrell
wouldn't approach her. She shouldn't have worried, she had watched him
out of the corner of her eyes as he immediately zoomed in on her large
Italian breasts.

Angela gathered her bags from the bus driver and hailed a taxi to take
her home.

**********

Angela dialed the number on the business card and waited a second before
a nasally female voice answered the phone, "E&I Modeling, How may I
direct your call?"

“Angel calling for Latrell, please."

"Please hold."

Angela held another second before Latrell got on the line. "Angel, I'm
so glad you called. So are you looking for work? We'd love to represent
you."

"Yes Latrell, I'm very interested."

"Great, Can you come in today for an interview?"

"Sure, anytime."

"Come on in around noon, bring your portfolio and be prepared to take a
couple of test shots."

Angela said she'd be there and hung up the phone. She was flushed with
excitement and her pulse was raising. She was surprised to find that the
excitement of going undercover had her feeling horny, but then she
seemed to be horny all the time over the last year, since Maria was born
and her husbands accident.

**********

Angela stepped out of the cab and looked at the old warehouse near the
wharf. It looked shady, the kind of place one would hide a porn studio.
If the stupid courts hadn't lost Ann Dutton's statement she would be
leading a raid on the warehouse instead of sneaking around undercover.
Angela walked around to the side of the warehouse and up the short
stairway to the entrance. She peered through the window, seeing nothing
and then knocked on the door.

Angela saw Latrell appear, he waved at her, then opened the door.
"Angel, I'm so glad you could make it, come on in."

Angela entered the building and followed Latrell down the hall. Her keen
mind taking in her surroundings, looking for evidence, and planning a
route to get out in case of discovery.

The warehouse was huge, but mostly abandoned. They passed several sets,
including the beach scene Ann had posed in, and entered a small waiting
room. A blonde woman in her late thirties was sitting at the desk.
"Carol, please tell Tyrone that I' here to see him with a new model,"
said Latrell.

The woman got up and entered the office, returning a few seconds later.
"Go on in, Mr. Jones is expecting you."

Angela followed Latrell into a sparsely decorated office. A giant dark
skinned black man with a large flat nose, sat behind a large desk. He
held out a big beefy hand and she took it, though he didn't bother
getting up.

This was the man who had posed with Ann Dutton in the magazine. If the
pictures hadn't been faked-and she was sure they were- he had the
biggest, thickest, penis she had ever seen.

"Angel, a pleasure to meet you. Let's see your portfolio," said Tyrone.

"I'm afraid I don't have one," she replied. "I'm really interested in
acting, but when Latrell offered to give me a shot modeling, I thought
I'd give it a try.

"Then I'm sorry too, I was very interested in you, but I need to see how
you look on film. Unless, of course, you'd be willing to model some
clothes for us now and then we could get Latrell to take some shots of
you."

"Sure, I'd be happy too."

"Carol, please show this young lady to the dressing room," called
Tyrone. Carol came in from the waiting room and Angela followed her out.

She was relieved to be out of the room with the two black men. She was
very aware of their presence. She found their size to be very
intimidating, their very presence overwhelmingly masculine.

Carol showed her the dressing room and told her to pick out a swimsuit
to wear before leaving. Angela looked through the swimsuits, there were
one pieces, two pieces, and some that were virtually just strings. She
picked out a bikini, skimpy but modest compared to the string bikini's
and set it aside.

Angela turned around and looked at the mirror. This was the hard part,
if she busted these guys and pictures of her in a bikini got passed
around the police station, she'd die from embarrassment, but she really
didn't have much choice.

Angela had been well dressed in a blue silk blouse and a knee length
skirt. She let the skirt fall to the floor and unbuttoned the blouse,
leaving her clad in a modest bra and panties.
She removed her underwear and smiled at her nude body. Angela had always
looked good, with a lean build and big heavy Italian breasts, however
her pregnancy had put fifty pounds on her two years ago. Angela had used
her free time and sexual frustration towards an intensive work out that
now had her fitter and in better shape then she was twelve years ago when she was an eighteen year old. Her muscles were well defined, you could see the outline of her abs above her navel, but she was sill more feminine then tough looking. Her breasts had remained large, so large they interfered with her police work and she considered them a nuisance. They were big and heavy, but still proud and firm, her nipples large and pointing straight out.

She pulled the bikini bottoms on, looking at half her hairy bush,
another gift of her Italian heritage, still sticking out of the
material. she pushed and shoved her hairy pubes under the material until
satisfied, she stood up straight and pulled on the bikini top.

*********

"Fuck, will you look at them big titties," said Tyrone watching Angel
change into the bikini on the voyeurs website. "They’re bigger then your's Ann."

Ann Dutton licked the last of the sperm from the tip of Tyrone's cock
and crawled out from under the desk. She looked over at the computer
monitor a little jealous that the new girl was getting so much attention
from Tyrone. The women looked vaguely familiar and she scrunched up her
eyes and stared more closely at the woman trying to stuff a very hairy
bush into a skimpy bikini bottom. The woman was hard to recognize with
her hair down and out of uniform, but it was definitely officer
Desabitini. "Tyrone, we got trouble, that woman's a cop."

**********

Angela was a little nervous as she stepped back into Tyrone's office. He
had gotten up from the desk and was leaning against it next to Latrell.
The two men stood and approached her, Angela froze as they slowly walked
around her. Latrell was a foot taller then she was and Tyrone wasn't
much shorter then him. She felt dwarfed by these two men as they got
uncomfortably close. "My your one sexy little thing Angel," said Tyrone.
Angela felt her nipples growing, stretching out the fabric of her bikini
top. The men were close enough that she could smell their sweat, it was
very.... masculine.

"Let's see what you look like without your top," said Latrell reaching
out to untie her bikini top.

Angela felt Latrell's hand on the string, her knees felt weak, she
ducked and moved between the men to get away from them, unfortunately
leaving the bikini top in Latrell's hand. She gasped and covered up her
breasts.

The two men grinned and split up, Latrell sitting on the couch, crossing
his legs and Tyrone going back over to his desk. "Relax Angel, all
successful models have to pose topless and nude sometime."

Angela nodded and gulped as she slowly lowered her arms, thrusting out
her breasts. At least she wasn't being photographed.

"Excellent Angel," said Tyrone looking at the computer. "Now the bottoms
please."

Angela felt goosebumps forming on her skin as she bent over and
stretched out her panties pulling them down. Angela had been surrounded
by street toughs, attacked by a pit bull, and even shot at once, but as
she stepped out of her bikini bottoms, she felt the most vulnerable she
ever had in her life.

"Very nice, Angel," said Tyrone. "Now hold your arms over your head and
arch your back." Angela complied. "Spread your legs a little. Now bend
forward and let them big titties hang down. Very good Angela, it's nice
to see you’re so agreeable. You can grab your stuff and go take some shots with Latrell now."

Angela sighed with relief as she bent down and grabbed the bikini
bottom. She stared at it a moment, surprised to see a wet spot on the
crotch, before stepping back into it and pulling it up.

"Oh and Angel," said Tyrone as she was tying the top on, "Welcome to
E&I Modeling." Angela nodded and left.

The next two hours were a blur for Angela as she posed in various
swimsuits, refusing to take her top off to be photographed, but Latrell
didn't push her to do so either. Finally, her whole body tired, Latrell
said she could go and that he'd be in touch.

**********

"Yes, Mr. King that women's the cop," said Tyrone into the phone. He was
staring at a picture of Angela in the bikini practically sandwiched
between he and Latrell. "She's the one Ann contacted." Other pictures
appeared on the screen as thumbnails. Some of Angela naked in his office, changing in the dressing room, and trying to cover her hairy pussy with the bikini and others.

"Yes sir," said Tyrone as he received his instructions. "It sounds
risky, but if that's how you want me to proceed sir, I will."

**********

Angela pulled up into her driveway behind a strange car. "Mommy, mommy,"
cried Maria running out of the garage and into her arms.
A moment later her husband Tony rolled the wheelchair out onto the
driveway. She felt a twinge of pain at seeing him in the wheelchair even
now after two years.

She had been sitting in a diner watching her partner James, waiting,
knowing it was coming any second and sure enough, James’ big black hand
slid under the table and rested on her knee. She had been partnered with
the black man for a month and he hadn't hidden the fact that he wanted
her very badly, but she was happily married and James was married to a
wonderful, pleasantly plump black woman named Ruth, whom Angela really
liked.

She had just removed his hand when the call came over the radio.

"Officer down, Officer down, all units proceed to...."

It was her husband, Tony. Some street punk had pulled a gun on him and
fired during a routine traffic stop. The bullet entered his stomach,
missed his vital organs, scraped along his spine, and exited through his
back.

Angela was reminded off those events on the worst day of her life every
time she saw him confined to the wheelchair. He was paralyzed from the
waist down. His once strong body had atrophied over the last two years,
his legs withering, his stomach bulging out, only his arms remaining
strong and muscular. She missed walks in the park, horseback riding,
being crushed by his strong arms, but most of all she missed his fat,
eight inch, Italian sausage. Tony's cock had been the biggest pussy
pleaser she had ever experienced. Sex was the hardest thing she had to
give up.

Luckily, the day after the shooting, she discovered she was pregnant
with Maria and they were able to start a family.

Tony rolled out of the way and a man stepped out of the shadows in the
garage. She looked up to see that it was her boss, Capt Braddock. "Sir,
what are you doing here?"

 "I need to speak with you alone Angela," said Braddock.

"Of course sir," she replied and they walked around behind the house,
while Tony scooped up Maria and set her in his lap.

"Angela, I want you to go after Solomon King, I wanted you to all along," said Braddock as soon as they were alone.

Angela felt like a great weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Her
excursion into E&I had been unauthorized. "But sir, what made you change
your mind?"

"I was for busting him all along, but I suspect half the cops of the force might be on his payroll, so we need to be discreet, this is going to be between just you and me."

"No, I want James in on it," she said suddenly.

"Absolutely not! It's the black cops that are the most suspect."

"If you insist sir, but I'd feel more comfortable with additional
backup."

"I understand, but it's too risky.  Now where do we start?"

"Actually sir, I already have."

**********

Angela returned to the warehouse two days later for her first photo
shoot. A young blonde girl ushered her over to a chair and started
teasing her hair. Angela stared at the set out of the corner of her eye.
It was a bedroom set with a large canopied bed. Latrell was setting up a
series of cameras aimed at the bed.

"Hi I'm Mark, I'll be posing with you."

Angela looked in the mirror to see a handsome young black man standing
behind her smiling. He looked like a model, lithe and wiry, as opposed
to beefy like Tyrone. "Hi Mark, I'm Angel."

"Nice to meet you. We'll be playing newlyweds
today to sell some intimate wear for a company.
I'll see you out there."

The girl, Suzie, finished her hair and went to work on her makeup. When
she was done, Latrell told Angela to go put on the clothes in the
dressing room.

There were two outfits in the dressing room. A wedding dress and lacy
white underwear. Angela stripped off her clothes and looked a herself
nude. She looked great, her makeup was perfect, Suzie did good work.

The lingerie consisted of crotch-less panties, which she pulled on,
noticing with embarrassment how her hair stuck out the hole in the
crotch. The bra was see-thru and it looked like her big breasts were
getting ready to pop out at any time it was so tight. The rest was a
pair of white nylons and a garter belt. It was very similar to the
outfit she had worn for Tony on their wedding night. She felt like she
was betraying him. "Jesus, I can't wear this."

"Don't give up now Angela," said Braddock's voice in her ear. "If we
bust them I'll confiscate the photos before they go to press."

"I hope so," she replied pulling on the wedding dress. It was very
traditional, exposing only her chest and the tops of her breasts. She
sat and slipped her feet into a pair of white high heels before walking
out onto the set.

"Angel you look lovely," said Latrell. "We're going to take shots of
Mark carrying you into the room by the bed. He's going to strip you down
to the lingerie and your going to strip him down to his boxers."

"There's no nudity, right?" she asked.

"Actually there will be an adult version of this ad running in some
adult magazines, so Mark will be nude in some shots. You can get by
being topless."

"I'm not sure I can do this."

"Angel you were so agreeable at the interview, I didn't think it would
be a problem, but if you want to forget it, I can always hire someone
else."

"Don't blow this opportunity, Officer Desabitini," screamed Braddock in
her ear.

"Ok Latrell, I guess topless will be ok," she replied.

"Great, lets start then," said Latrell. "Mark pick her up."

The first shots were easy, Mark, wearing a black tuxedo, effortlessly
scooped her up and carried her into the room. She wrapped her arms
around his neck and stared a him like he was her adored husband. He set
her down by the bed and picked up two champagne glasses. They toasted
each other and she tasted hers, downing the glass when she realized t
was just ginger ale.

"Now kiss your wife," called Latrell. Startled, Angela looked up at
Mark's descending face, his lips pressed against hers and he gave her a
loving, intimate kiss. The kind she hadn't had from Tony in two years.

Mark pulled her close and she felt an impressive erection pressing
against her hip. She hadn't felt that from Tony in two years either.

Angela felt the blood rushing in her head as Mark unzipped her back. He
stepped back and pulled the dress down to her waist. Angela blushed when
she realized her nipples were hard, even her areola seemed engorged and
prominent under the bra. He kneeled before her and pulled the dress down
over her hips until she stepped out of it, clad only in the lingerie.

"Now your turn Angel," said Latrell.

Angela reached up and undid Mark's tie, then she removed his jacket and
cummerbund. Her hands were shaking as they unbuttoned his white shirt.
He removed it, revealing his lean, well muscled chest.

"Now the bra, Mark," said Latrell.

Angela's eyes went wide when Mark reached around and unhooked the bra,
lifting it over her shoulders. He squeezed her tight until she could
feel her nipples pushing into his chest, her breasts squashed between
them.

"Angela kneel before him and take off his pants," said Latrell.

Angela kneeled before Mark which was easy because her legs felt weak and
wobbly. She reached up and undid the buttons on his pants, gulping as
she unzipped them. She pulled the opening back and down around his ass,
until they fell down Marks legs. Mark was left wearing only silk boxers
that covered the biggest bulge she had ever seen.

"Pull'em down Angel," said Latrell.

Angela was having second thoughts, but she couldn't think straight so
she decided to follow Latrell's orders, besides she wanted to see what
Mark's penis looked like. With one swift yank, she freed his big dick.

Jesus, she thought, it's bigger then Tony's. It was about an inch
longer then her husband's. Mark's cock was big and beautiful. That extra
inch must feel incredible.

"Impressed?" asked Mark.

"Yes, it's the biggest one I've ever seen," she replied, hearing Latrell
laugh and feeling like an idiot.

"Angel wrap your hand around it," said Latrell. Angela did wanting to
cry. It had been so long since she had held a big hard dick in her hands
or even seen an erection on a man.

"Put your lips on it Angel," said Latrell and when Angela shook her head
he added, "You don't have to suck it, just kiss it."

That sounded reasonable, so she brought her lips up to the head of
Mark's cock and rested them against the tip.

"We need to make it glisten like you've just given him a blow job. Why
don't you lick it."

That made sense, Angela licked out with her tongue, twirling it around
the head, then licking up the sides. She noticed his balls were huge.
His dick was only a little bigger then her husband's but his balls were
almost twice as big. She licked them too for good measure.

"Put the head in your mouth," said Latrell.

Angela stretched her jaw out and wrapped her lips around the head of his
cock. Sucking more and more into her mouth until she was bobbing her
head over half Mark's cock. Two years, two long years, she thought. God, how she missed giving Tony blow jobs. She had always had trouble
swallowing the whole thing, but Mark's  slid in easily as her throat
seemed very relaxed and she swallowed all nine inches.

Angela lost all sense of time as she sucked Mark's cock. She increased
her sucking when she felt his cock grow in her mouth knowing he was
close. She had never swallowed cum before, letting Tony's sperm roll
around her tongue until she could spit it out and brush her teeth, but
Mark's orgasm caught her completely off guard. The first wad shot
straight into her belly, the second filled her mouth so quickly she had
to swallow to keep from choking and he still wasn't done. She swallowed
two more loads and found herself stroking the shaft trying to milk out
more.

Angela sat back, letting his cock fall out of her mouth, she looked at
the big slimy thing and giggled.

"Mark, put Angel on the bed."

Mark helped her up and sat her on the bed. She giggled again when she
saw his cock was still hard. She spread her legs and looked at Latrell
for orders. He had come in close with a video camera and was filming her
crotch. She looked down and giggled at the hair sticking out of her
panties. She had forgotten they were crotch-less and Latrell was filming
everything as Mark ran his black cock up along her white thigh and pointed it at her pussy. She jumped when the head touched her labia. Her clit was engorged and she felt her lips opening, longing for his cock. Mark pulled back, aiming his cock at the opening to her pussy and...

Angela came to her senses in time to bring her hand up over her pussy,
covering it.

"Fuck," said Mark and Latrell in unison as her hand deflected his dick.

"Fuck this bitch’s tits then," said Latrell angling the camera up on her
breasts.

Mark pulled her arms down to her sides and kneeled on them so that she
couldn't resist as he straddled her stomach. Suzie ran up and poured oil
on her breasts and over Mark's cock as he slid his long rod between
them.

Mark squeezed her breasts around his cock and began fucking them. Angela
had never done anything like this before and watched fascinated as the
head kept emerging from her tits to strike at her face. She let out an
involuntary moan when Mark pinched her nipples between his fingers.

After about fifteen minutes he increased his pace. She watched the head
swelling as it lunged at her. It was growing, hardening, and turning
reddish black. On the next thrust, he came. A long strand of sperm
exploding from the end and splattered on her skin as it left a trail
from her forehead to her chin. Angela arched her head and caught the
next wad in her mouth, swallowing it down. Mark pulled back and came all
over her tits while Latrell captured it all on film.

"Great job you two," said Latrell, “you can clean up and head home for the day.”

"Where's the bathroom?" asked Angela struggling to get up. Suzie helped
her off the bed as Mark was already leaving. Her legs felt weak as Suzie
helped her out into the hall and showed her the bathroom.

Angela closed the bathroom door. "Braddock, I think I've been drugged."

"How do you feel?"

"Better, I think it was just something to loosen my inhibitions."

"Angela, I'll see you're the most decorated cop in the city for what you
just did. I think we got enough to shut this place down even if we don't
get Solomon King."

"Thanks," she said wiping Mark's sperm off her breasts, "but all I care
about is stopping these bastards."

Angela opened the door and peeked out. Tyrone and Carol walked out of
his office and headed towards the studio. "Braddock, I think I can sneak
into Tyrone's office and have a look around."

"Ok, but be careful."

Still topless, Angela ran down the hall and into Tyrone's office. She
quickly rummaged through the desk finding nothing. She turned her
attention to his computer. "Sir, the screen seems to show links to the
E&I empire. There's dozens of links, magazines, videos, restaurants,
clubs, websites."

"Try to get in," said Braddock in her earpiece.

Intrigued, Angela clicked on one that said Lab. "Damn, password
required." She turned her attention to a cam running on the bottom of
the screen and enlarged it. She gasped when she saw the bedroom set.
Tyrone was talking to Latrell. "Sir, the bastard watched the whole thing
on his computer. I'm looking at Tyrone and Latrell now."

"I'm taking off," said Tyrone’s voice in the computer. "I'm throwing a
birthday party for Solomon at the Zebra club. I'll see you later."

Angela looked at the desk. Sure enough his calendar had a note that
read: 8:00 Zebra club, meet Solomon.

"I think we know where your next destination is," said Braddock.


Part 2


When he dreamed, he was an old man. He looked past his grey beard down
his old body. His arms were restrained, covered in needle marks from
years of heroin use. Masked white faces floated around him, poking and
probing his body, holding long needles. Thirty years before when he was
in his prime, he would of fought his way out of the room. One blow of
his hand to the bridge of a nose would have sent splinters of bone into
his captors brain, killing him instantly, but years of living on the
street addicted to booze and drugs had destroyed his nervous system. "I
think his hairs growing back," said a voice. "What if C ends up like A
or B?" "You can't have an omelet without breaking some eggs, besides
there's plenty more homeless people out there."

Solomon sat up in bed, sweat dripping off his nude body. "What's wrong,"
said the soft feminine voice of what’s her name, her dainty little
white hand running down his chest towards his cock. Solomon shrugged her
off and got out of bed. He should have expected the dreams, he always had them on his birthday. Solomon stood before a full length mirror and
admired his body, his chest, his muscles, his giant cock and balls. His
cock started growing as he looked at himself. "Please come fuck me
again," said the girl in his bed. Solomon obliged her.

**********

Angela slid open the door of the van and stepped out into the parking
lot. Captain Braddock quickly closed the door behind her. She was going
into this unarmed and she was nervous without the familiar weight of the
gun on her hip. She was completely dependent on Braddock for protection
and she didn't like that. All she had for protection was a couple of
knock out drops in case Solomon got too frisky. She decided she didn't
like undercover work all that much.

"Testing. Testing. Angela can you hear me?" said Braddock's voice in her
earpiece.

"I read you loud and clear, sir," she replied.

After the photo shoot, Angela had changed and gotten out of the
warehouse. Before she did though, she grabbed the champagne glass from
the set. She wanted that drug analyzed. The damn thing had lowered her
inhibitions enough that she had sucked off a black man and almost let
him fuck her. The contents were being analyzed at that moment.

Angela had run home to tuck Maria in to bed and told her husband she'd be late. Then she had gone to the mall to buy a sexy outfit to wear
that night. She needed something that would attract attention to
herself.

She had settled on a short black leather skirt, and a white halter top
that left her fit stomach bare. She had decided against a bra. It was a
cold night and her hardened nipples would attract a lot of attention.  

She looked over at the Zebra club. The building was across the river in
New Jersey and she and Braddock were well out of their jurisdiction. The
Zebra club was actually two strip bars in one. The right side featured
nude male dancers. It was the only male dance bar in the area and was
patronized mostly by white wives and young girls having bachelorette
parties. The dancers were almost all black and rumor had it, very well
hung. The second bar was just the opposite, black patrons and white
women dancers. It was a very volatile mixture, the police were called
out several times a week to stop some drunken black man from assaulting
a white woman, but on the other hand plenty of women had wandered into
the other club after seeing the male dancer’s cocks for the first time. Many mixed race babies had been conceived in this parking lot.

Angela put one high-heeled foot in front of the other and slowly walked
over to the entrance. The two black bouncers were some of the biggest
men she had ever seen. One held the door open for her and said, "If you
don't find what you want inside, I'll gladly give it to you out here."

Angela smiled at him and entered the building. It was a crowded evening,
probably close to a hundred black men were staring at the two stages.
Two attractive white girls that barely looked eighteen were dancing
around poles on the stages. The black men in the audience weren't alone
either, around two dozen white women were sitting in black laps around
the room. Some looked like sluts, others like out of place housewives.
Their expressions saying they didn't know what they were doing there,
but then they weren't heading for the exit either.

Slowly one by one, heads turned towards her as the black men noticed
her. She made her way through the crowd smiling and politely rejecting
offers to join them. The room smelled of booze, sweat, and she detected
the hint of marijuana in the air as she headed over to the bar and
ordered a mineral water.

"I got that," said a voice behind her.

Angela rolled her eyes and turned around ready to reject another offer.
Her partner was smiling down at her.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" said James. "You’re just about the
last person I expected to see here."

"James! I..."

"Don't tell him," said Braddock in her ear.

"What are you doing here?" she responded.

"I come here to hang out with some homies from the old neighborhood
and to stare at naked white women. By the way that's some outfit you got
on," he said leering at her breasts straining out against her halter
top. "Now what are you doing here?"

"Don't tell him officer. You could blow your cover," said Braddock.

"I'm meeting some friends for a girls night out and must have wandered
into the wrong bar," she replied.

"Well you've wandered a long way from the entrance for a girl in the
wrong bar, said James. "Plus, we've been partners for two years now, I
know when you're lying and I know an ear mike when I see one."

"Damn!" said Braddock. “Don’t trust him, Desabitini.”

"Where can we talk alone?" asked Angela.

James grabbed her hand and hauled her over towards the bathroom where
she filled him in on the mission. "I wanted to include you, but Braddock
was worried some of the cops might be on the take."

"Thanks Captain," said James into her ear. "Well like it or not you just
got some additional back up."

"Thanks James," she said kissing his dark cheek. "I knew I could count
on you. You packing?"

"Always."

"Good. Now lets go find Solomon King."

"That's easy," said James. "His party is at the big table by the second
stage.

James went back to his friends, but positioned himself where he could
keep an I on her as she approached Solomon's table. She saw him
immediately, the giant black man was one of the most recognizable people
in New York City. Solomon was very large and handsome. He had a
completely shaved head and a devilish goatee.

Solomon King sat at a table with about a dozen other black men. All were wearing expensive, well-tailored suits, shoes, and Rolex watches. A massive, grossly obese black man stood a few feet behind Solomon arms folded across his chest keeping an eye on the crowd. The men seemed to radiate, wealth, power, and confidence.

"Gentlemen, I think my date problem has just been solved," said a deep
voice coming from the table. Angela turned to see Solomon King smiling
at her as he rose up from the table and approached her.

The other men turned to stare and she sensed twelve pairs of eyes
undressing her. "My name is Solomon King," said Solomon holding out his
hand.

"Angel," she replied shaking his hand.

"I know, since you’re obviously from heaven," he said gripping her hand
and not letting go. "How would you like to join me and my associates?"

"I-I'd love too," she replied finding his physical presence a little
overwhelming. Solomon pulled her over to his table “No empty chairs, so you’ll have to sit here.” Solomon sat her down on
his lap.

"So Angel, what brings you to a place like this?"

"I d-don't really know," she replied caught off guard by the question.

"I know," said Tyrone sitting a couple seats from Solomon. "Miss Angel
happens to be my newest model. She did her first layout with Mark today.
He must have gotten her curious about black men." The whole table
laughed.

"Well lucky me," said Solomon. "I was just telling my boys here, how
lonely it was not having a date on my birthday."

"Well happy birthday," said Angela. "How old are you?"

"Seventy," he replied, she looked confused and he added, "That was a
joke."

She laughed politely, not getting it, but then none of the other men had
laughed either. He was thirty-five at the oldest.

She sat on his knee for the next half hour listening to the black men
laugh and joke. Solomon bought her several drinks and as the men kept
proposing toasts to him, she found herself drinking a little more then
planned.

The music suddenly turned up, blaring, "Hey Big Spender," out of the
speakers and all eyes suddenly turned to the closest stage. A beautiful
oriental girl came on stage dressed like a gangster and carrying a fake
tommy gun. Angela lost sight of her as men started crowding the stage to
give her tips.

Solomon shifted Angela from his knee to his lap and she felt a very
hard, very large, cock pressing against her crotch, she figured her
leather skirt must be making it seem larger then it was, but her pussy
immediately began lubricating at the thought of a cock even bigger then
Mark's had been. It embarrassed her that her body was reacting like
this.

A pretty little foot in a high-heeled sandal startled Angela and she
looked up. The Asian girl had stepped off the stage and onto their
table. The music had changed to gangsta rap and she was skillfully
walking around the table top as Solomon's associates stuffed twenties
and fifties into her garter.

"Angel, be a dear and grab my wallet for me," said Solomon.

Angela was relieved to get off that big cock for just a second as she
sat up and reached into his pants. His cock was nestled right against
his pocket and her hand slid along the shaft as she reached deep inside his pocket for his wallet. 'Impossible,' she thought, 'It can't be real.'

She handed him the wallet and he took out a hundred dollar bill, waving
it to the girl. She was naked now except for a string bikini bottom. The
stripper had a perfect body, too perfect. Angela got the impression, she
had spent a lot of money on that body. Her breasts were too big and too
firm for her thin body. Her nipples were unusually large and pointy.

"Hello, Mr. King," said the girl as she kneeled before Angela and Solomon on the table, her Boston accent sounding odd coming from an oriental girl.

"Hello Asia," said Solomon as she shook her boobs in his and Angela's
faces.

Solomon waved the hundred before the girl and she laid back on the table
and began thrusting her crotch up at him. He reached over and slid the
bill into her garter, untying her string bikini as he did. He pulled off
her panties and Angela found herself staring right at the woman's
thrusting vagina. It was so close she could smell perfume coming from
it. The woman's clit was engorged and her labia was soaking wet.
Evidently, stripping made her horny.

And it was making her rich. Embarrassed Angela turned her face away from
the woman's thrusting crotch and found herself looking at her cash
filled garter. Angela guessed there was about five hundred dollars in
there and she hadn't even danced ten minutes.

Asia winked at her and stood up when the music stopped retrieving her
top and panties and then stepping over onto the stage to get the rest of
her stuff. The music started again and the next stripper came out.

Solomon had been resting his meaty palms on Angela's knees and after
Asia left he started sliding them up her thighs until he was touching
her skirt. Her legs were firm and lean, and her skin was dark so she
never wore nylons. His hands rubbing against her bare legs sent shivers
up her spine.

Angela excused herself and stood up to use the bathroom. "Braddock, he’s
starting to get a little frisky," she said into the mike.

"Angela you need to tease him enough that he thinks he can have you. If
he gets too close, tell him your uncomfortable doing it here and would
like to go back to his place. Then you can put the knock out drops in
his drink and search his place while he's passed out. If we bust him,
we'll raid the warehouse and confiscate your pictures.

"I understand," she said. She had to go through with this just to keep
pictures of her and Mark out of a magazine. Angela used the bathroom,
embarrassed that Braddock could hear her tinkling and then she washed
up.

When she stepped back into the club, James was waiting for her. "How's
it going?"

"Ok so far, though he's starting to get fresh," she replied. "I'm going
to try to get him to take me back to his place. Can you follow us?"

"Sure baby," said her partner, "I can't say no to a woman in that
outfit."

A young black guy came out of the men's room and grabbed James on the
shoulder. "Come on bro," he said, "leave the slut alone, she's with
Solomon."

James winked at her and left with his buddy. When she got back to the table, Solomon was standing. He held out his
hand to her. "Would you like to dance?"

"Sure, I'd love to," she replied, looking around for a dance floor.
Solomon just grabbed her and led her through a door near the stage.

Angela found herself backstage. "Asia, find Angel here a nice outfit to
wear," yelled Solomon.

Asia was still naked when she ran up to Angela. "I have just the thing
boss," she said, returning a second later with a skimpy costume.

"Solomon, I can't do this," said Angela, "I thought.."

"Just try it on Angel," he interrupted. "What's wrong? Tyrone says you
were very agreeable."

Angela was suddenly scared. She felt the same desire to please, that she
had that afternoon at the photo shoot. She'd was worried she'd been
drugged again.

Asia pulled her into a changing room and started removing her top and
skirt, handing her the costume. It consisted of a buckskin bra and
string bikini bottom, a buckskin camisole, moccasins and an Indian
headdress.

Angela pulled the panties on, noticing how little it covered her hairy
bush. "No, no, honey," said Asia. "We'll have to take care of that." The
girl kneeled and yanked Angela's panties down. Angela thought she was
switching costumes, but instead felt the girl spraying something on her
pussy.

Angela looked down, Asia had covered her pubic hair in shaving cream and
had started shaving her bush. "Hey wait," she protested.

"Calm down," said Asia. "This will get you more tips." Angela had jerked
away from the razor. "Look you made me cut you," said Asia. Angela felt
the strippers warm breath, gently blowing on her and she shivered as
Asia's breath caressed her rapidly balding pussy.

Asia finished and Angela looked down at her newly shaved crotch. It was
like she was a different person. Her crotch had been exceptionally hairy
since she was twelve and now it was bald as a baby's bottom. How was she
going to explain this to Tony?

Asia petted her bare pussy causing her to jump, before the stripper
stood up and helped her try on the rest of the outfit.

"Wow," said Solomon when she walked out of the dressing room. "You
really do look like an Indian princess."

"Thanks," she said blushing at the compliment. The crowd out in the bar
suddenly started yelling.

"Let's see what's going on," said Solomon holding a door open for her.

Angela nodded a him and went up to the door, peering out into the bar
only to be blinded by all the bright lights. Solomon pushed her from
behind and she stumbled out onto the stage. The crowd roared. "Looks
like we got a new girl," said the dj over the loud speaker. "Let's hear
it for Pocherhotass." The crowd roared again.

Angela looked down at the sea of black faces staring at her, eager to
see her naked. She turned around looking to escape, but Solomon had shut
the door trapping her.

"Angela, what the hell’s going on?" said Braddock.

"It looks like I'm about to strip," she replied, starting to sway her hips to the music. Angela figured she would strip down to the bra and panties and hopefully that would satisfy Solomon.

Angela was a good dancer. She and Tony used to dance a lot before the
accident, including rubbing against each other out on the dance floor.
Angela danced over to the pole and wrapped her leg around it, sliding
her crotch against the pole. The crowd went wild.

Angela decided to emulate the other strippers she had watched earlier.
She made love to he pole. She jumped up on it and wrapped her legs
around it as she slid down. She bent over pushing her ass against the
pole as she raised and lowered her hips. "Take it off. Take it off,"
yelled the crowd.

Angela danced over to one end of the stage and threw her headdress down.
She danced over to the other side and kicked off her moccasins. She
danced back to the center and slowly started untying her camisole,
turning her back to the audience as she took it off. When she turned
around, Angela was left wearing only the tiny buckskin bikini.

This was as far as she was going to go in front of a bunch of strangers,
she was turning towards the door, when she noticed all the money being
waved at her. Hey, she earned it, right?

Angela danced over to the left of the stage, she wasn't wearing a
garter, so men started shoving bills into her bikini. Angela got down on
her hands and knees crawling around the edge of the stage as men stuffed
money into her top and panties, coping feels as they did.

Angela's eyes widened when she saw a fifty dollar bill being waved in
front of her face and moving towards her bra. The hand with the bill
slid under the string, deft fingers quickly untying her top and yanking
it away sending bills flying everywhere.

Angela reared up on her knees and covered her breasts with her arms. She
looked in horror at the guy waving the bra. James swung the bra around
and tossed it into the crowd. Her partner ogled her nearly naked body
and threw the fifty at her feet.

Holding her arms over her breasts, Angela stood up and the crowd
cheered, but they weren't looking at her, they were looking behind her.
The lasso landed around her body squeezing her arms to her sides,
revealing her breasts to the crowd.

Asia looped the rope around Angela and then pulled her over to the pole
swiftly tying her up.
The popular stripper was dressed as a cowgirl cheerleader. Asia pulled a
couple toy guns out of their holsters and waved them in the air at her
Indian captive.

It was Asia's turn to milk the crowd for money. She danced around the
stage, threw her little cowgirl hat into the crowd, and gave her gun to
a patron who pointed it at her until she bared her breasts for him.
Angela felt a twinge of jealousy as Asia's act caused the black men to
reach deeper into their wallets for more cash.

Angela lost sight of the stripper as Asia danced around behind her,
whatever she was doing was pleasing the crowd. When she next appeared,
Asia was naked except for the boots and gun belt. Asia turned to face
Angela and slowly started dancing towards her. Angela tried to struggle
as the stripper pressed her body against Angela's, breasts on breasts.
The crowd roared.

Asia leaned down and tried to kiss her, but Angela tossed her head to
the side. "Relax, this will cause them to tip even more," whispered Asia
in her ear. Asia grabbed her chin and turned her face towards the
strippers. Asia stared her in the eyes as she leaned forward and kissed
Angela on the lips, her tongue pushing it's way into her mouth.

At first Angela was repulsed, but as she relaxed and kissed back, she
found it really wasn't that bad kissing a woman. Asia's kiss was more
gentle then a man's, more intimate, not better, just different and the
crowd loved it.

Asia pulled back and began sliding her sweaty nude body up and down
Angela's. The undercover cop gasped when Asia bent down and kissed her
nipples, first the left, then the right. The stripper started kissing
down her belly, Angela sucking her stomach in at each kiss. "Ooo," said
Angela as Asia slipped her tongue into Angela's belly button.

Asia wasn't done and kissed down under her navel and across her buckskin
panties. Angela felt Asia's lips close over the string and then cool air
caressed her shaved crotch as Asia fell back, Angela's panties in her
mouth. Angela stood on the stage completely naked. Her body on display
to dozens of strangers.

Asia danced around waving the buckskin panties in the air and the stage
seemed to be raining dollar bills. Angela's face was bright red as she
stared down at her feet. Being exposed before all these men had her
aroused. Her nipples were hard and she felt wet between her legs. Angela
slowly looked up. James had worked his way directly in front of her and
was staring lustfully, at her shaved pussy.

Asia suddenly swung around the pole until she was kneeling between
Angela's legs. The stripper began kissing Angela's shaved crotch, her
lips tickling the helpless cop.

Asia kissed her crotch going lower and lower, coming dangerously close
to her clit. The stripper snaked her hands between Angela's legs and
pulled them apart displaying her pussy to the crowd. Angela was
embarrassed at how wet she was. She tried to think about other things,
but there was no stopping her juices.

Angela looked out at the crowd as Asia went back to kissing her newly
shaved crotch. She looked over a James who was riveted to the action on
stage. Then Angela spasmed as Asia's tongue circled around her clit. The
crowd laughed at the look off shock on her face. She looked down at Asia
the stripper was staring up at her with a smile on her face, her tongue
teasing Angela's clit. Asia got busy.

Angela was horrified at the thought of having her pussy eaten. She liked
sucking Tony's cock, but had always refused to let him return the favor.
It disgusted her to think of another woman doing this to her body, but
her drugged body seemed to like it.

Angela tried to deny the pleasure she was feeling as Asia ran her tongue
quickly along her labia, working it's way between the folds, and pushing
into her pussy. Angela couldn't stop her body and found she was humping
the woman's tongue in time to her thrusts. It had been so long since she
had anything in her pussy besides her own fingers.

Angela felt Asia slip two fingers into her pussy and the girl began
slowly sliding them in and out as Asia's tongue went to work on her clit
again. Angela began to feel sensations she hadn't felt in over two years
returning. She shook her head from side to side trying to fight it, not
wanting to betray her husband, but the sensation was simply to good to
deny.

Angela screamed as she had her first orgasm in two years. The dj turned
the music off so that the crowd could listen to her cry of pleasure.
'God I missed that," thought Angela, 'how'd I ever last two years.' And
Asia wasn't finished yet.

"I'd say that was real," announced the dj. "Asia skilled in Cunnigami,
the oriental art of pussy eating.” The crowd laughed. "Look my brothers,
here comes another."

Angela was screaming again and thrashing at her bonds as she had a
second orgasm, this one even bigger then the first. Asia finished and
stood up, the crowd cheering as she untied Angela.

Asia helped her down and Angela collapsed to her knees. "Come on lets
collect our tips," said the stripper. Asia crawled around the edge of
the stage scooping up loose bills and getting her garter stuffed full of
new tips. Angela followed her finding it was easier to crawl then to
walk, she was so tired. Black hands reached out to caress her body,
grabbing her breasts, ass, and some even sneaking in between her thighs.
She didn't care any more she just wanted to get off that stage.

When she had milked the crowd for all the money she could, Asia stood
and waved as Angela slowly stood up next to her. Asia grabbed her hand
and they both bowed, before disappearing back stage.

Angela immediately found herself engulfed in Solomon's arms, one beefy
black hand squeezing her breast and the other caressing her shaved
pussy. "Baby, that was so hot," he said. "I've got to have you." The big
black man started kissing neck.

"Not here," she said kissing back, trying not to be repulsed at kissing
an infamous criminal.

"My place then," he said and when she nodded, he continued, "Get dressed
and meet me out front in five minutes."

"I can't wait," she replied, going into the dressing room where her
clothes were.

"Good work officer," said Braddock in her ear. "I'll make sure James
follows us to act as back up."

Angela was still horny as she dressed even after two orgasms. She
thought of her husband's once proud cock and of Mark's even bigger one.
If what she had felt underneath Solomon's pants was real, he was even
bigger still. Angela knew she would need to cum again after tonight and
she also knew that she would never get fucked by a stiff cock again
baring some miracle cure for her husband. She thought of the large black
dildos Ann Dutton had left on her bed and Angela decided to visit a toy
store as soon as she could.

She felt normal again as soon as her clothes were on and was almost out
the door when Asia ran up to her and shoved an envelope into her hands.
"Your cut honey," she said kissing Angela on the cheek and leaving to
change into her next costume. Angela glanced in the envelope and quickly
counted it. There was $500 dollars in her hand.

Angela hurried out the door as three young white women entered. Two
looked excited as they looked around the bar, the third was flushed and
looked embarrassed at being here. Angela noticed her absent-mindedly
rubbing a large diamond engagement ring on her finger, a bachelorette
party from next door. Several black men were already making a beeline
for the three women.

Angela walked out into the parking lot. A large black limo was waiting
for her, the obese black man holding the door for her. She slid in next
to Solomon as they pulled out onto the street. Angela glanced behind her
and sighed in relief as she saw Braddock's van pull out behind them. Of
James there was no sign, but then she was starting to suspect Braddock had been right by keeping James in the dark.

She was on her way.


Part 3



The limo sped across the George Washington Bridge into Manhattan. Angela
didn't think it was going fast enough. Solomon had been all over her the
minute she sat next to him and damn him, but he knew all the right
buttons to push on her body.

The Limo pulled up to one of the most expensive places to live in the
city. The thirty story building dominated the Northern edge of Central
Park. "You live here," said Angela as a black doorman opened the car
door for her.

"Actually, my dear, I own the building," replied Solomon stepping out
onto the sidewalk.

"Wow," said Angela.

Bull, Solomon's obese bodyguard followed them into the building and the
three entered a large outside glass elevator. Bull pressed the button
for the top floor and the elevator began to ascend.  

Angela watched in awe as the panorama of central park opened up before
her with the famous illuminated skyline of Manhattan behind that. She
looked down at the street and was relieved to see Braddock's van pull up
and park.

The elevator stopped and opened, Angela followed Solomon and Bull out
into the hall. She expected they were going to a top floor apartment,
but instead found that the top floor was his apartment. The hall only
had two doors.

"Thank you Bull I won't need you any more tonight," said Solomon. Bull
nodded and headed down the hall to the furthest door. Solomon turned and
unlocked the other door to the penthouse apartment.

'Good god', thought Angela upon seeing his place. They had entered a
huge luxuriously decorated living room. To the left was a large balcony
overlooking Central Park. The balcony curved around to the West and she
could see the George Washington bridge off in the distance. The balcony
was empty except for three features: a hot tub, a small green house
filled with bonsai trees and a cage holding a hawk.

"That's Sheba," said Solomon noticing her attention. "She's a Peregrine
Falcon."

"She's beautiful."

"Yes Angel, I admire things of beauty," said Solomon suddenly bringing
his arms around her and engulfing her in his body. She found her face
buried in his chest. He was so tall compared to her. Angela could feel
an incredibly hard, muscular body beneath his suit. She felt both safe
and weak engulfed by his strong body. One strong hand grabbed her head
and turned her face up as his lips descended on hers.

Angela could easily have gotten lost in that kiss. Her body screamed for
her to submit and her mind was starting to follow when she came to her
senses pulling her lips off his. "Why don't you fix us some drinks?"

"Certainly my dear," said Solomon, "but I'm going to go slip into
something a little more comfortable first." He headed towards what
looked like a large bedroom.

"Braddock," she whispered. "I'm going to quickly search the room. Did
James show up?"

"Yes," replied her boss. "James is in the lobby, he's going to move up
until he's just a few floors down."

Angela searched the living room finding nothing. She saw a large oak
door and assumed it led to a den. That's where he'd probably keep
anything incriminating. She tried the door but it was locked.

Solomon returned wearing a knee length robe, with an impressive tent in
the crotch. He walked over to a well stocked bar and began mixing two
drinks. Angela reached into her purse and removed the knock out drops.
If she could knock him out, she could probably find a key to his office
and search the rest of the penthouse.

He came over to her and handed her a drink. They touched glasses and
took a big swallow.

Angela smiled and took his glass from him. She set them down on a table
near the couch and Pushed Solomon back onto the couch as she straddled
his lap. ‘Big mistake', she thought feeling his cock between her legs.
'A very big mistake,' but she managed to lean forward and she emptied
the vial into his drink as she kissed him.

"You ever fuck a black man before?" asked Solomon.

"No."

"Then your in for a treat," he said. "Go stand by the window and strip
for me like you did on stage tonight."

Angela blushed at the memory, but here was her chance. She sat up and
grabbed her drink. "Cheers," she said smiling at him. He grabbed his
drink and brought his glass against hers before swallowing a big swig.
She had won.

Angela was flushed with pride as she walked over to the window.
Everything would be alright. She wasn't a submissive, weak woman. She
was a strong, tough New York cop and she had just brought down the
city's biggest crime lord. Soon he would be fast asleep and she could
search the building, then they would raid the modeling agency and
recover her pictures before they got published. Angela Desabitini would
be the most famous cop in the city.

Angela turned and faced Solomon and felt another surge of excitement
when she saw him take another sip. She kicked off her shoes and began to
dance.

Angela swayed her body as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse. He had
already seen her nude, so it really wasn't that big a deal stripping for
him, but it was making her horny.

Angela removed the blouse freeing her big breasts. She was reaching
behind her to unzip her skirt when she noticed his robe moving. The
folds parted as the head of Solomon's cock emerged from the robe.

"Oh Jesus," she said when she saw the size of his cock head, her skirt
hitting the floor.

"Is that the go ahead, Angela?" said Braddock in her ear.

"Oh Jesus" was their code for trouble, send in backup. "No," she
answered Braddock, "It's not..."

"But it is real Angel," said Solomon obviously thinking she was
referring to his cock.

Angela suddenly shivered as his cock continued growing and growing. It
was magnificent.

"Now bitch," said Solomon standing up and removing his robe. "Take them
panties off and come suck my cock."

His body was as magnificent as his cock. He had muscles on his muscles,
each perfectly defined. His dark brown skin was unblemished and looked
to be carved from ebony. "Take them panties off, bitch," he said. "I want to see that shaved pussy again."

Angela's body leapt to respond to his command. She quickly yanked her
panties down as she stared at his nude body. The crotch of her panties
was soaked.

"Kneel before me and suck my cock."

Angela felt her knees weaken, but she fought it and stood her ground.
The bastard must have drugged her drink again, because she felt her
inhibitions loosening. She wanted to suck his cock.

"Listen Angel, I know my cock can be intimidating. Would you like some
coke to loosen up?"

"That's it we got him," said Braddock. "As soon as you see the coke,
I'll send James in."

"Yes, I'd love some," she replied.

"I'll have some sent up," he replied making a quick call. He finished
and turned back to her. "Now where were we, oh yes, you were getting
ready to suck my cock. Now kneel."

Angela felt herself giving in to the drug and she kneeled before Solomon
staring in awe at his penis. It had to have been a foot long and it was
thick too. Thicker then Tony's or Mark's.
"Can I just jerk it?" she asked. All she had to do was stall until the
knock out drops kicked in or the coke got there.

"No bitch, suck it now," he ordered.

"Angela either blow him or blow the job," said Braddock's voice in her
ear. "Just go slow until the coke gets there.

Angela gulped and reached out her hand touching her second black cock.
The monster leaped at her touch. She ran her fingers down to the base
and wrapped her hand around the shaft. There was a two inch gap between
her fingers he was so thick. She lifted the cock up. The underside was
crisscrossed with large, throbbing blue veins leading down to the
largest pair of testicles she had ever seen. "Suck it," he said
thrusting forward until the head of his cock poked against her lips.
Angela looked at the plum sized head of his penis and slowly opened her
mouth, her lips sliding over the head and down the shaft.

For the second time in a day, she sucked on a black cock. She held the
head in her mouth and let her tongue twirl around it, before she pushed
down taking more in until the head entered her throat.

Mark's penis was only slightly bigger then her husband's and deep
throating him hadn't been all that hard, but Solomon King's cock looked
to be exactly twelve inches long and incredibly thick. She gagged as the
thick shaft entered her throat, so she pulled back and licked around the
head while she caught her breath before trying again. This time she
suppressed her gag reflex as his cock entered her throat. She managed to
reach Mark's length before gagging and there was still three inches to
go.

She pulled up for air and paused to look at the head. It glistened with
her saliva. His head really was about the size of a small apple and the
pee-slit seemed unusually large also, at least three times as big as her
husband's. She caught herself wondering what something so big would feel
like in her neglected pussy.

Angela tried again. It was getting easier as her throat relaxed. She
swallowed three quarters of his rod and looked down her nose at the
remaining three inches. Angela liked a challenge. She focused on his
pubic hair and pushed forward until her bottom lip touched the top of
his scrotum.

"You’re a very good cocksucker, Angel," said Solomon, as he slowly started moving his hips. "Not many women could do this on their first try."

Angela flushed with pride at the compliment. She began to rapidly bob
her head up and down his shaft. All she had to do was stall until either
the coke arrive or the knock out drops kicked in. But if she was
stalling, why was she sucking him off so fast? Angela slowed down and
tightened her lips around his rod. A minute later, she caught herself
speeding up again.

Angela slowed down. She thought of his huge balls and his long pee-slit.
The volume of his orgasm must be incredible. This would be the
opportunity of a lifetime and she'd never have a hard cock in her mouth
again. She wanted to feel him cum. Angela speeded up worried he'd pass
out before she was finished.

Solomon began bucking his hips as she increased her pace, his fat head
scraping her throat as it swelled even bigger. Then with little warning,
the cock in her mouth seemed to explode. It reminded her of when she had
done a beer bong in college, sperm seemed to flow down her throat into
her belly until she gagged and it filled her mouth and that was only his
first load. He shot two more loads into her mouth each wad overflowing
her mouth until sperm dribbled down her chin and she had to swallow.
When he was finished, he held the tip of his cock on her tongue and
squeezed out even more sperm. Angela lovingly licked up every drop.

She was trying to lick his sperm off her chin, when the doorbell rang.
Solomon answered it buck naked and returned with a tray of coke. "Here's
your coke," he said.

"But," said Angela looking at the familiar red can, "I thought..."

"What?"

"Nothing," she said. They toasted their cans and drank a little. Angela
tried not to laugh.

"Don't tell me.." said Braddock groaning in her ear.

Solomon grabbed her coke and set it down. She shouldn't be laughing she
should be worried. He lifted her up and carried her into his bedroom.

Solomon set her down on his bed. It was huge and the softest mattress
she had ever felt. Angela looked at Solomon and gasped when she saw his
cock. "My god, your hard again!"

"Yes Angel, your fit little body turns me on."

"Oh Jesus, I don't think I can take that monster." She said the code
word knowing if she didn't stop him now, he'd be fucking her in a
minute.

"Is he showing any signs of passing out?" asked Braddock.

"Oh Jesus, no," she said as he spread her legs. "Your cock’s pointed
right at my pussy."

Braddock got the picture. "Hang on Angela, I'm sending James in."

"Oh, your big cock is rubbing all over my slit."

"Like it bitch," said Solomon, "well your going to love this." He shoved
the head in.

"Oh Jesus, the head’s in my pussy."

"Relax Angela," said Braddock. "James is almost there."

Knowing that good, loyal James would be rescuing her at any minute,
Angela sighed, her body involuntarily relaxing and giving Solomon easier
access to her pussy.

Solomon gave one powerful thrust and eight inches forced it's way into
her. He began slowly fucking her, sliding a little more in with each
thrust. She felt a twinge of guilt at betraying her husband, but already
her body was starting to respond. Two years without sex had starved her
pussy and she wanted a good hard fucking at that moment more then
anything else in the world.

Angela made one last effort, "Get in here now, Bb-addock."

"Bad cock," said Solomon. "You want my bad cock in you bitch, well here
it comes."

Angela felt his thick invader slide completely out of her pussy and then
his entire foot long cock slammed into her and she had the biggest
orgasm of her life. "I'm cumming," she screamed in shock.

Solomon didn't slowdown for a second. He mercilessly fucked her with the
entire length of his cock, so hard that the bed leaped with each thrust.
Angela had never felt anything like it. His cock seemed to fill every
square inch of her pussy, stimulating it to orgasm after orgasm. Her
pussy clamped down over his cock each time he buried it in her, like it
wanted to hold him inside her forever.

Angela lost control and started screaming, "Fuck me, fuck me. I've never
been fucked like this before. Cum in my pussy. I love your cock."
"Here it cums bitch," grunted Solomon as his sperm erupted into her
pussy.

Angela had never felt anything quite like it in her life. The head of
his cock swelled up so much it had wedged in her pussy, past her cervix and in her womb. Solomon had
stopped thrusting and just held it there as he came. She could actually
feel the veins in his cock pulsing and his shaft pumping out sperm as he
held it still. Wads of semen continued to strike deep in her womb
triggering a huge orgasm.

**********

Angela awoke some time later, Solomon was gone. Sometime during the fuck
session she had lost the ear mike. She searched frantically for it,
sighing when she found it lying on the bed near her. She put it in her
ear and only heard static. Angela walked out to the living room to
retrieve her clothes.

Solomon, Bull, and Braddock were sitting around talking. "Good morning
officer," said Solomon grinning at her and three pairs of eyes turned on
her.

She held one arm across her breasts and one over her crotch to cover
herself. Oddly it was Braddock that made her the most uncomfortable. He
leered at her body in a way she found disgusted and perverted. "You sold
me out, you bastard."

"Captain Braddock serves me as do you now," said Solomon.

"I'll never serve you."

Solomon lifted up a file and set it on the coffee table. Angela picked
it up, her face turning white as she opened it. It was stuffed with
pictures. Her sucking off Mark, her getting her pussy shaved, her nude
dancing, getting her pussy eaten by Asia, and her with Solomon, though
his face was never shown. The last picture was the worst, it simply
showed Tony in his wheelchair with Maria on his lap. "But I was tricked
and drugged."

Braddock tossed her a police report. It was an analysis of the champagne
glass. It had tested negative for any type of drug. "There was no drug,"
said Solomon. "Everything you did was of your own free will."

Angela shook her head in denial and looked down at the picture of Tony
and her daughter again as Braddock held up a tape recorder, "Fuck me,
fuck me, I've never been fucked like this before," said her voice coming
through the speaker.

If this got out, it would destroy Tony completely. She'd lose Maria, and
her parents would disown her. Her shoulders sagged in defeat.

"Welcome to E&I Enterprises," said Solomon. "I think you’ll like working
for me. Mostly you'll continue to function as an officer of the law, but
Friday nights you'll be dancing at the Zebra club with Asia. Captain
Braddock is your first assignment, he paid well to have use of your body
tonight."

"I can't fuck that bastard, he betrayed me," she said horrified at the
thought.

"You can and you will," said Solomon, "but don't worry, after me, I
doubt if you'll feel anything." The black men laughed as Braddock's face
reddened.

**********

Angela's second assignment she found herself looking forward too. She
reached over and grabbed James' leg while he was driving the police car.
He jumped about a mile when she touched him. His mouth hung open as she
ran her hand up his leg. "What's gotten into you?"

"I have to get fucked James," she said unzipping his pants. "Having you
watch me strip really turned me on."

Braddock had sent James home from the Zebra club, telling him that her
cover had been blown and that she had left alone too embarrassed by the
Night’s events to face her partner.

"Oh shit," he said. "I've wanted this for two years." Angela had wrapped
her hand around his hard cock and pulled it out, she paused in shock.
"What's wrong baby?" he asked.

Angela didn't want to embarrass him, but blurted out, "I though it would
be bigger." His black cock was beautiful, but it was only six inches long.

James' black face flushed and he said, "I've never had no complaints
before and I hate to tell secrets, but it's just a myth about black men
having giant cocks and I've seen plenty in the showers."

Angela thought of Mark and Solomon's big cocks and decided at least this
will be easy as she leaned down and wrapped her lips around her
partner's penis.

Angela wasn't just disappointed in the size of James' cock, but his
stamina and his load weren't all the impressive either. His cum didn't
even fill her mouth and came nowhere close to whetting her appetite.

"I've rented us a room for after our shift," said Angela. Actually the
room was free and the motel was owned by E&I Enterprises, complete with hidden video cameras.

"I can't wait," replied James

**********

Two days later, James sat next to her. She could tell he was pissed.
"I'm sorry James."

"Ruth's pregnant," said James staring straight ahead, his grip
tightening on the steering wheel. "I can't let them destroy my family.
Did you know that motel room had a video camera?"

"I'm sorry James, they're threatening my family to."

"Bitch," said James. "Though being a black employee of E&I has it's
advantages. Your white ass is mine anytime I want it."

James fucked her ass that night. Angela noticed a bruise on his arm when
he took off his shirt, like a vaccination shot and he kept rubbing it
like it itched.

Angela may of been disappointed his cock was small the first time they
had been together, but when he stuck it in her ass, she thanked god he
wasn't as big as Solomon.

Two weeks later, Angela had her first orgasm with James. They were
fucking in the motel room again. James bellowed and she felt a large
amount of sperm strike the back of her pussy triggering a large orgasm.
James pulled his still dripping cock from her pussy and stared down at
it dripping sperm. "Damn that felt great. That was the best wad I ever
shot."

"Your cock looks bigger," said Angela sitting up and looking at him. It
looked about as big as Tony's cock and it had stayed partially erect
after cumming. "You look bigger too," she said sitting up and rubbing
her hands along his chest. "You look great. Have you been working out?"

"I feel great too baby," said James. He looked down at his cock. He
seemed surprised at how big it looked at first and then he grinned at
it.

"Want to go again?" asked Angela.

"Yeah bitch, stick that sweet ass up in the air."

*********

James took the next week off to spend some time with his wife. They were
going to get away for a few days and then find an obstetrician. When he
returned to work Angela had to look twice as she barely recognized him.
He looked ten years younger and he had put on a lot more muscle mass.
Everyone noticed and complimented him on his new body. He just explained
that he had been exercising.

Angela gasped when she saw his cock. It was now eleven inches long and
as thick as her wrist. "How is this possible?" she asked caressing it.

"I think it has something to do with a shot they gave me the day I was
"recruited" by E&I. My old black snake’s grown five inches in the last
month. I fucked the shit out of my wife all week, Ruth can barely walk.
Shooting a wad off now feels ten times better then it used to."

She sucked him off three times during their shift. His big balls filling
her belly with sperm each time and he still fucked her at his house
after work.

Angela had six orgasms before he came. James held his cock in her pussy
and kissed her after he had finished. Angela felt safe and protected
engulfed by her partners muscular body. "Whatever they did to you I like
it."

James stopped kissing her and got up off her body going over to his
uniform. "The guy who stabbed me with the needle called it Xserum. He
said it would make me loyal to Solomon King and that I would be thankful
for it. I was worried they were sticking me with some poison so I swiped
a vial." James pulled a vial out of his wallet and held it up to the
light. He tossed it over to her and she picked it up. "That's why I
brought you home and not to the motel, every room there has a live
internet connection. It's made me younger and stronger in addition to
giving me a big cock."

Angela gasped thinking of all the people that might have watched her and
James fuck. She looked at the vial again.

"I can't promise you it'll help," said James and her eyes widened as she
realized the possibilities of the Xserum. "And by the way bitch," he added. "this is the last time I'll betray Mr. King. Now show me that hot ass of yours."

**********

One month later, Angela waited in bed with anticipation. Tony slowly
walked into the room with the help of a walker. Giving him the Xserum
had been easy. Since he was paralyzed from the waist down, she just
stabbed the needle into his ass while he slept.

The doctors called it a miracle. His legs were still weak, but getting
better. He still had a paunch, but that to would go away when he started
working out again. Otherwise, he looked great. He looked fitter,
younger, and his biceps had added about four inches to their
circumference. Best of all was the fat fifteen inch cock standing
proudly out from his nude body.

Angela couldn't wait, but she needed to hurry. She was dancing at the
club with Asia that night.

The End