Precinct Twenty-Three /pt-9 UNLIKELY ALLIANCES
Deliriously Jake lay naked on the dark basement floor of an abandon drug complex, doped on the illegal street drug Sextacy which reportedly turns users into sex fiends. He has no idea how long he'd been in that dark basement (eliminated only by his fallen flashlight). He was left there by his partner, a fellow police officer, -whom drugged him and fucked him senselessly, then left him behind.
Jake had never experienced anything so overwhelming powerful in his life. He wasn't sure if it was the sex or the drugs, but his cock was hard and in dire need of attention. He stroked his cock, alone and naked on the basement floor. His mind kept drifting back to Gardner's cock pummeling his virgin backside. With a curious finger he reached down to touch his wet and sore asshole. His finger sank in easily, helped by the stretching and sperm left behind by his partner.
"What have we here...??" he suddenly heard a voice say in the dark.
Jake jumped up in fright, and reached for his gun piled by his discarded uniform. Grabbing the flashlight, he aimed it into the dark.
"Over here, white-boy." said the voice.
Jake aimed to find a young black male standing in the room with him. Jake aimed the gun, his hands shaking from the effects of the drug, but the boy seemed unphased. Another appeared behind him, then another.
"He's a cop." said someone.
"A NAKED cop, with a hardon." corrected another guy.
"What the fuck he doing here?"
"I'd say...looking for some big black dick!" answered another man, groping his crotch. "Any of yall ever have cop-pussy? It's the best! Had some in prison when I used to bang this prison guard...til he got fired."
"I wouldn't mind some white cop pussy myself!" called another.
The men moved in close. Jake's gun and flashlight darted from each individual. There had to be about 6 men surrounding him. None of them pulled a weapon, instead they taunted him with their crotches. Jake's eyes widened when he realized what treasures lay beneath the zippers of the pants. He was still under the effects of the drug, and sex was paramount on his mind.
One of the men walked up to him and unzipped his jeans.
"What some of this?" he asked, pulling out a fat half hard black cock. Jake instantly lowered the gun as the man approached. He grabbed Jake by his hair and pulled his face into his crotch. Jake felt the fat log bumping against his mouth. "Lick it, bitch! Eat it, it's yours!"
Rising to his hands and knees, Jake began kissing the man's dick, feeling it grow before his very eyes. But in this position, his round firm ass stuck out for the rest of the men to view. One got down close behind Jake and started to finger his warm wet hole.
"Damn...this shit's ready!" he said, fishing out his own erection to shove up the horny officer's freshly fucked butt.
"Leave him alone!" came a dark powerful voice. Jake wasn't aware who had spoken, but the men instantly left him alone, much to his dismay. He reached for the long black cock which stepped away from his grasp, then noticed another man approaching. Unlike the others, this one wore very expensive designer clothes, and walked with a black cane. Without anyone having to say so, Jake knew he was the infamous Tempest Williams. "You assholes so horny to get free pussy, that you don't even notice a set-up when you see one! You think this cop just happened to be sitting here, stoned on my drug? This is Terminator's doing!"
"But that don't make sense! Why would one pig want to turn on another?"
"Who knows. Maybe he know or saw something he ain't supposed to, so they drug him and leave him here for US to finish up their dirty work. To kill another cop. Nobody would even know THEY were involved." reasoned Tempest, staring at Jake's naked form.
"So what do we do now?" asked Demetrius, one of Tempest's right hand men.
Tempest thought for a moment.
"We hide him out...at least until we find out what he knows."
THE STRIP
Life as a female prostitute was no easy job, it entailed long hours on your feet (back and knees) in 5" stiletto heels. And for 6 foot tall black male drag-queen with size 13 feet, that was no easy task. Peaches (aka Darryl Walker) walked casually down his usual stretch of Snyder's Drive dressed in a mini-skirt, holster top, and a white wig much like Halle Barry's in the X-Men movies. She blew fake kisses and waved flirtatiously at passer-bys, hoping someone would stop so she could give her bungeons a break. She was just about to light a cigarette when a familiar car pulled up.
"Demetrius!" she squealed, rushing over to his car.
"Wussup gurl? You making Temp his money?" he asked, turning down the stereo in his car.
"You know I am. Ain't I his best girl?" teased Peaches, licking her full ruby red lips lewdly.
"How bout a sample?" said Demetri, Peaches knew it really wasn't a question as he groped the bulge in his pants. Without hesitation Peaches jumped into his ride. She'd served him before, in fact she liked servicing him. It was part of Tempest's men's fringe-benefits that they got laid freely by any of the "bitches" working for them. Peaches have had Demetri's dick stuffed down her throat on more than one occasion. She knew his reputation, that he was a vicious drug dealer and a cold blooded killer for their boss. But he was always nice to her, and treated her like a lady. He never cussed her, raised his voice, and always greeted her with a bright smile, a kind word, and a hard dick for her to suck.
She settled into the front seat beside Demetri as he adjusted his pants to free his dick. As soon as it hit the air, she bent forward and took it in her mouth, sucking and licking it as if it were a tasty piece of hard candy. Demetrius had always liked Peaches (despite her male anatomy), because she knew her shit. Of all the girls working for Tempest (male and female), Peaches was by far the best at giving head. She put her ALL into it which showed in her enthusiasm, and kept her clients coming back for more. She knew just how to work her femininity to make a man feel masculine and appreciated. Many had offered to take her away from hooking, wanting to set her up in a paid apartment as a "kept woman", forgetting she was male. But Peaches would decline, loving her independence more.
"Damn babee, you suck dick best..." whispered Demetri, a handsome black 20 year old thug with a fat 8 inch dick that needed lots of attention. Peaches was known to take it down her throat on average of once or twice a week. She knew in reality that it would be the closest she'd ever get to having a "real" relationship with him. Demetri had a girlfriend at home, a REAL one. Like most of the guys in Tempest's employ, he considered himself straight, jail, good sex, and opportunity kept him coming back to men ever so often. But he would never leave his women for a guy, not even one as sexually charged as Peaches. All he wanted from her was some good quick head whenever he needed it, and Peaches certainly didn't mind giving it to him.
"What was that...?" she asked, slipping his erect dick from her lips and pulling her head up from his lap to look around, curiously.
"What was what?" asked Demetri, shoving her head back down on his dick.
"I...I thought I heard...something..." he mumbled as his dick head filled her mouth once again. A moment later she was sucking hartfully when she heard the sound again. She quickly pulled her head back up.
"What?" asked Demetri, frustrated.
"THAT! What's that noise?" she asked, swinging her long white hair out of the way in a dramatic flare.
"Oh, THAT. That's just some asshole cop I got in the back seat Tempest wants me to take care of." answered Demetri, nonchalantly.
"COP?" repeated Peaches, looking down onto the back seat floor where Jake Valentine lay in all his beautifully naked splender.
"What's wrong with him?" she asked, curling back from his weird appearance. "Did you drug him?"
"Naw, we found him that way in one of our old sites. He was already stoned, naked, and someone had fucked him."
"Really?" said Peaches, giving the white man a second look. "I know him! He works with the Terminator! That's his partner!"
"Figures." said Demtri. "Tempest's sure Terminator's setting us up. He want me to hide him out until he finds out why."
"Where'r you gonna take him?" asked Peaches.
"I dunno. Dump him at one of the crack houses. Keep him stoned until Temp gets what he wants."
"Can I keep him?"
"What?" laughed Demetri, thinking it a joke.
"I've always wanted a white-boy as a young girl, but my parents would never let me have one." she joked. "Can I have him? Please? I'll take good care of him until Tempest wants to see him."
"I just BET you will." smirked Demetri.
"Please?" begged Peaches, kissing Demetrius on his cheek. "Please?" she repeated, snuggling his neck. "Please?"
"You a crazy bitch!" chuckled Demetri. "Okay, here's the deal...you suck my dick REAL GOOD and take my load as usual, and I might let you have him. How bout that?"
"I thought you had a TASK for me to do." said Peaches, already eager to finish the drug dealer off. She returned her head into his lap and swallowed his dick in one swoop. Demetri reclined his car seat, closed his eyes, and enjoyed what he considered to be hands down the best blow job on the block.
PEACHES' APARTMENT
Haunted by recent memories, Jake Valentine awakens from a tortured sleep in a state of shock to find that he has been tied naked face-up spread eagle in someone's bed, his arms and legs shackled to iron bed railings preventing him from moving. He tried in vain to escape from the bonds holding him in place, pulling at them until his muscles began to ache with no gain for his efforts.
Immediately his mind went back to what happened to him, how his police brethren attacked him and left him handcuffed and naked in the basement of a dilapidated building. Shame and humiliation instantly washed over him when he recalled how his partner Bruce Gardner raped and sodomized him before leaving him to die. After that, everything else was a blur. But it was obvious that he was still a prisoner of someone's, the question was whose, and what they intended to do to him.
He took a quick look around the room he was prisoner of. A poor, run down room with holes in the ceiling and walls in need of repair. The bed he was held on was an old fashion iron bed with spooked rails and an iron coiled spring broad, the kind that made lots of noise when you bounce on it. At the foot of the bed was a tall old styled dresser, some of the drawers were open and Jake could see the frilly lace of woman's garments hanging from the sides. Across from him was a matching vanity with the original large oval mirror intact. Wigs and several hundred dollars worth of make-up cluttered the top of the vanity along with framed pictures Jake couldn't quite make out. A lone metal lamp draped with a sheer black scarf lit the room dimly, a comfortable chair and a small 13" television on an old rickety stand completed the ensemble. Jake imagined he was being held at Whatever Happened To Baby Jane's house.
Just then he heard the door to the bedroom open, and in walked a tall black man dressed only in a sheer pink feathered robe. His walk was graceful as he moved over to the vanity and began going through the drawers. Jake watched him silently for a time as the man lotion his long smooth legs, then powered himself after an obvious shower.
Darryl Walker (aka -Peaches) grew up on the streets of the south-west Philly in the Tasker Projects Developments. There he saw 2 of his 3 brothers killed in gang related violence. His dread grew when his father went to jail, leaving his poor mother to prostitute herself just to make a living. Darryl saw his mother fucked by hundreds of men by the age of 9, and started imitating what he saw her do with the boys in the neighborhood. Soon he had a reputation as bad as hers. Gay since birth, he decided to try on woman's clothes one day, and found he passed better as a woman than he did a man. As a woman, he got approached by men in cars, offering to pay her for services she already enjoyed doing. Darryl thought it would be a whole lot easier than working for a living, so he did it. Then he met Tempest, and the rest was what they call history.
"Where am I?" asked Jake, unable to keep quiet any longer.
"Oh, so you're finally awake." said the man in a soft feminine voice as he turned in his chair to face the bed. "You're somewhere safe, isn't that all that matters?"
"I'm...I'm a police officer..." announced Jake, hoping that the information would scare the man and prompt him into letting him go. "...holding me against my will is a federal offense. If you release me now however, I will be willing to walk out of here and forget any of this ever happened."
"Awe, isn't that sweet? But I can't do that officer Jake. You see, the police are trying to kill you, so Tempest had you dropped off here at my place for safe keeping. Now you wouldn't want me to get on Tempest's bad side, now would you?" smiled the man
"Why here? Why with you?" asked Jake, looking around the room again. "Who are you?"
"Oh, you don't remember me." blushed the man, turning his back to Jake. "We met once, introduced by your partner Bruce. I sucked your dick in an alley on Snyder's Drive."
Jake's mind rewind back to the night of his first patrol, when his partner set him up for a blow job from a female impersonator. Jake turned beet red with embarrassment now that he was face to face with the man that had sucked his dick.
"You may remember me better in THIS!" said the man, donning one of his infamous wigs.
"Peaches..." whispered Jake.
"Oh, you DO remember me!" delighted Peaches.
"Yes! Yes, I remember you!" thrilled Jake. "Look, you HAVE to release me! I'm a cop! You can't keep me locked up like this! It's illegal, you can get a lot of trouble!"
"But it's for your own good, sweety. If the Terminator finds out that you're still alive and that Tempest didn't kill you, he and his cop buddies will be looking for you." reasoned Peaches. "At least here you're safe."
"I can take care of myself, Peaches." said Jake.
"Peaches can take better care of you." smiled the man.
"I'm serious!" yelled Jake. "This is kidnapping!"
"Oh, just relax handsome. You're in good hands." said Peaches, reaching down to caress Jake's erection. Jake's body jumped at the sudden touch.
"No, don't..." he practically whispered, aware that he even had an erection. It was probably due to the lingering effects of the drugs in his system. Peaches continued to caress his staff, stroking him gently and watching the young officer squirm in pleasure. She soon took pity on him, and took his 7 inch member into her talented mouth. "Oh my gosh..." groaned Jake as Peaches took him completely down into her throat without gagging. Peaches felt the officer's cock flex in her mouth as she slowly worked her sensuous lips up to the head, the pink cock popping from her mouth like a cork.
"You want me to stop?" she asked, knowing he didn't want her to as she continued to lick at the head with her snake like tongue. Jake looked down at his hard dick bobbing just before her face. He watched as Peaches to him inside her mouth again, swallowing him whole. He couldn't help but gasp as she licked about the belly of his shaft with her tongue on the way up. Then she released his cock once more. "If you want me to stop, I will." she lied.
"No, don't..." whispered Jake, repeating his last statement.
"Don't what?" asked Peaches. "Don't suck it?"
"No. Suck it...please! Suck it like you did before. Make me cum!" begged Jake.
"Are you sure?" teased Peaches.
"Yes! Your mouth is driving me crazy! Suck it!" he moaned.
"But my mouth isn't my best asset." smiled Peaches, standing up beside the bed. Jake watched her robe fall to the floor, revealing her long slender figure, her small firm breasts, and round girlish buttock. But what scared Jake the most, was the long fat black dick dangling between her legs. He watched practically petrified when Peaches began lubing her asshole for fucking.
"Peaches, please...don't do this! I'm not gay!" he pleaded as she climbed aboard the bed to straddle him.
"Neither am I, honey. I'm a full fledged woman!" declared Peaches, as she slowly lowered herself onto Jake's stiff up standing erection.
Jake felt the head of his dick touch against Peaches asshole lips. He held his breath and closed his eyes as she lowered herself on his shaft, taking his entire erection into her self proclaimed "pussy". Jake groaned in pleasure/frustration as Peaches ground herself atop him, churning his cock around in her ass.
Jake swung his head from side to side, trying in vain to block out the intense pleasures creeping through his body. He couldn't remember the last time he had intercourse. It was months ago with his girlfriend Kelley, and even that was nowhere as intense a feeling as this was now. For one thing sex with Kelley was always mechanical, she was like a robot in bed. And secondly, they never did IT without a condom. Now Jake's cock sat naked in Peaches' well used ass-pussy, experiencing the natural feel of his first raw unprotected sex with another person. And his mind (and cock) exploded in premature bliss.
"UUHHHHH!!!" groaned Jake, losing his load instantly. Peaches felt it hosing her insides.
"Wow! Someone needed that!" she teased.
Jake caught his breath, regaining control of his mind now that he'd orgasm.
"If you're going to violate my human rights and rape my cock with your asshole, the least you could do is put a condom on me for protection." he said coldly.
Peaches tightened her man-pussy around his shaft and squeezed. It was still rock hard, despite having just cum in her ass.
"This is MY fuck, cop. We do it MY way." she said as she started to bounce up and down on his shaft. "Besides, I'm not afraid of getting pregnant."
Jake was helpless to stop what was happening to him (yet again). All he could do was lay there, while Peaches rode his dick like a champion cowboy, slamming her fat ass cheeks down into his lap over and over as his cock drove up through her rectum like a torpedo. He listened to her moans and gasps as she fucked herself atop him, closing her eyes and throwing her hair back as she bounced up and down on his shaft. He watched her man-made breasts bounce as she moved. The hard raisin plump nipple practically begged to be sucked and caressed. His eyes started to smolder with lust as began to become aroused again beyond his control. Peaches noticed the change in Jake's actions when he started thrusting his hips up to meet her. She looked down into his eyes. He looked back at her with the same intensity. Both men grunted as their bodies picked up the pace. Slapping sounds filled the room as their flesh met repeatedly. Peaches was the first one to break the silence with a series of high pitch groans.
"UH, OH, OH, UH, UH, UH, UH, UH..!"
Jake watched as Peaches rode him. She leaned forward to place her manicured hands on his sweating torso for support, bringing her breasts closer to his face. Instinctively Jake licked his lips, lifting his head to lap at the bouncing boobs. Of all the women Jake's has sex with over the years, he could think of none as sexually aggressive and talented as Peaches. Her femininity exuded through the harshness of their raw sex. Jake could think of no other woman in his past that could compare to Peaches' sex drive, despite her swollen 9 and 1/2 inch bull dick slapping hard against Jake's taut stomach and threatening to bathe his belly in cum.
"Untie me." said Jake, meeting Peaches thrust for thrust.
"No..." she panted, unwilling to give up his dick.
She fucked herself atop him, slamming her ass down on his stiff standing erection harder and harder. Jake watched her fuck, but felt helpless to aid. He wanted to take control, to show her what he could do.
"Untie me!" he insisted firmer, insane with lust.
"No! You'll try to escape!" declined Peaches.
"No, I won't...! I just...I want my hands free to touch you!" admitted Jake, sincerely. "I want to be on top!"
"Okay." smiled Peaches, sitting prone on Jake's hardon as she reached up above his head to untie his wrists. Once Jake's wrists were free, he wrapped them around Peaches' waist and quickly rolled her over onto her back. Spreading her long brown legs, Jake aimed his wet cock up to her dilated anal lips and shoved back inside. Both men moaned in unison.
"Fuck me! Fuck me, Jake! Take my pussy!" groaned Peaches, allowing him to take control. It'd been months since she felt the sexual bond with another human being, and years since she's felt the raw heat that came from having unprotected sex.
Jake followed through with a series of thrusts, building himself a steady pace as he started to hammer at Peaches' cunt. She thrilled at his lustful masculinity as he took her like a woman, suckling her perky breasts and even kissing her lustfully on the lips. She was so over whelmed by his affections, that she began cumming all over the both of them without even touching herself. Jake saw her fat 9 inch cock explode white cum between the two of them and continued to labor over her, -her anal-cunt contracting violently around his plunging shaft. In a matter of minutes he was joining her, shooting his second load of raw semen into her spasming anus.
"UUHHHHHH!!" groaned Jake, collapsing on top of her. Peaches wrapped her arms about Jake's back, caressing the back of his neck as his pulsating dick continued to empty the last of his spent load into her snatch. She worried now that he was free that he would leave her, but decided to worry about that later. For now, she'd merely bask in the after-glow.