[Reader's Note: this story line is a sequel to PRECTINCT TWENTY-THREE (1st series) in Nifty.org Jan-2007 gay/authoritarian section, and its spin-off sister story THE HOLE in the Nov-2008 section of the same category. Please read those two stories in their entirety, starting with Precinct-23 first in order to get the full understanding of the characters. --DOGG]
THE PRECINCT - Pt-1 Title: The SEQUEL
Pt-1 WEST PHILLY
27 yr old African American police officer Malik Jones (5-9, 150 lbs with a petite athletic build) stirred in his sleep when he felt the strong arm of his lover (28 yr old African American Marvin Rollins [6-0, 220 lbs with a big thick muscular build]) wrap around his body, pulling him back into cuddle position. Malik said nothing when he felt Marvin's huge erection press up between his plump butt cheeks, the fat round head searching for his tight taut hole.
Malik peeked over at the digital alarm clock on the nightstand, the early morning hour flashing brightly against the half darkened room as the first signs of daylight started to show through the tightly drawn blinds up against the bedroom windows.
Marvin knew the morning alarm would soon ring, signaling the end of their long shared slumber as Malik would then be up to get ready for work, leaving him home alone to fend for himself sexually. Knowing his time was of the essence, Marvin reached back behind himself and grabbed the tube of KY he had conveniently kept nearby, then began to anoint a generous amount to Malik's tightly puckered hole. Malik still didn't move as Marvin greased the tiny chute as well as his own dick, then aligned his manhood up to Malik's back entrance.
Malik groaned out loud as Marvin's fat dick head kissed his asshole, then began to dig in. They had made love twice that night with Marvin blowing two loads inside Malik's ass before finally falling asleep sometime around 2am. Now five hours later, he was ready for the day's first official count as he slowly slid himself all the way into Malik's body through his buttock.
The alarm clock began to ring loudly as the 7am hour chimed. Marvin reached over Malik's prone body and slapped the clock with his humongous hand, hitting the snooze button. Malik felt Marvin settled back down behind him as he pulled him back into his chest, churning his dick around in his anus as he started to slowly stroke himself in and out, nuzzling his face in Malik's neck.
Malik felt Marvin kissing him gently about the cheek and neck, sliding his dick in and out of his ass. Marvin was a very demanding lover, requiring sex regularly. Malik could barely get into the apartment before Marvin would have him stripped naked with his face pushed down in the sofa cushions, getting his backside rammed hard from behind with 10 rock solid inches of huge thick convict dick. Malik would never openly admit it out loud, but he secretly enjoyed being Marvin's pawn, feeling completely and totally ravished after a night of love making. Marvin was a very passionate lover, despite his sexual limitations. Malik sometimes felt frustrated that Marvin didn't suck dick or get fucked. Marvin saw Malik as a bottom, and never deviated from his sexual role as the top man in charge.
Malik felt his body beginning to relax as he pushed his ass back into Marvin's thrusting pelvis. Marvin buried his dick over and over, taking his time as he savored the feel of his boyfriend's asshole wrapped around his dick. Morning brought a bit of reality as Malik's nostrils caught a whiff of Marvin's morning breath, but that only served to strengthen their bond as he titled his head back and kissed Marvin on the lips. Marvin sank his thick tongue into Malik's mouth just as the second alarm began to ring.
Marvin rolled Malik over onto his stomach, reaching over to hit the snooze again. He knew they were dipping into Malik's personal time, making him late for work. Knowing he had to get down to business, Marvin rose up on his arms in pushup position, then began slapping his hips into Malik's backside, --picking up the pace.
Malik spread his legs wide, making room for Marvin's bulky body and thick thighs as he rammed his dick through his bottom like a well oiled machine. Marvin's body was build for sex, his massive bulk and huge phallus made him the apple of anyone's eye looking for an aggressive top with a firm thrust. Malik buried his head in the pillows, trying to stifle his moans as Marvin wrecked his asshole with another rousing morning wakeup call.
The bed started to squeak, announcing their activities to annoyed neighbors through the morning's silence. Malik grunted aloud every time Marvin's strong pelvis slammed down onto his buttock, drilling his thick hot manhood 10 inches deep with every plunge. Every stroke was like being mauled by a bull as Marvin used his muscled strength to send his dick bone deep. Malik sometimes felt as if Marvin were purposely trying to hurt him, wrecking his asshole for anyone else. They hadn't been together long, just a few weeks since Marvin was freed from incarceration at Piedmont Penitentiary (see The HOLE for details). But ever since his release and moving in together, Marvin had been making up for lost time, using Malik's ass as a cum dispenser 4 to 5 times a day.
Malik felt the pace of Marvin's thrusts increase with every passing minute as he raised his hips up off the mattress to make his buttock a better target. Marvin slammed into his ass with gut wrenching strokes, making sure Malik got the brunt of every thrust. He knew Malik secretly liked being treated like his whore, why else would an otherwise smart guy like Malik leave his prominent position as a Philadelphia Police Detective simply to become a prison guard, following a convicted drug dealer into prison just for an occasional hit in the sheets?
Marvin sometimes laughed to himself at all the shit his dick had gotten him in. Women threw themselves at him, men often wanted to be abused by him. He could have made a fortune turning out pussies in prison.
Hearing Malik's erotic groan underneath him bought him back to reality, and the task at hand. He watched Malik squirm on the end of his dick, his tight petite body withering about like a fish on a hook as he drilled his dick straight up between his spread ass cheeks. Marvin loved watching Malik's reactions to getting fucked, how his body always betrayed his otherwise reserved demeanor, revealing his true excitement.
Malik drooled into his pillow as he surrendered his ass to his lover. With his eyes closed, he ground his own hard dick against the mattress beneath him, timing his own strokes with the ones going up his backside. He could tell by the way Marvin increased his pace that he was getting close to blowing his wad. Marvin always came faster in the morning, getting that first clearing of the pipes was as important as a fresh cup of coffee. Malik wasn't allowed out of bed until he had sufficiently drained Marvin's balls of its first load, if he did, there would be hell to pay all day.
Marvin could feel the remnants of his earlier loads coating his dick, seeping out around his plunging shaft with every in and out thrust of his hips. The excess cum made Malik's hole slicker, making for a smoother fuck. Gobs of semen oozed from the tightly stretched anus, seeping down into the bed sheets which Malik would later wash when he got home from work. Marvin laid down on his back, his heavy weight pressing Malik further into the mattress.
Malik felt Marvin's lips kissing against his facial cheek, his thick wet tongue digging into his sensitive ear. Malik lifted his head off the pillow, moaning like a whore in heat as Marvin buried his dick over and over, driving his thick meaty sausage well deep into the heated furnace which was Malik's ass.
"Oh shit..., fuck me! Fuck me...!" moaned Malik, unable to hold back his passion any longer as he ground his dick and threw his ass backwards at the same time.
"Yur one hot bitch, you kno that...?" complimented Marvin, his lips in Malik's ear as he wrapped one of his big strong arms under Malik's torso and hugged his body from behind.
Malik could feel his dick starting to tingle as he fucked back against Marvin's ramrod. An explosion was building up inside of him as he squirmed about in bed, trapped between the mattress and a hard place.
"Oh fuck...!" gasped the detective, feeling his orgasm hit. Marvin felt Malik starting to buck back against him, losing control of his own body as he started to cum all over the bed under him.
"That's it babee, gimme that nut...!" encouraged Marvin, pressing his hips forward as he buried his dick and held it inside Malik's body just as he went into convulsions. "That's it, boi..., dance on that dick!"
"AAHHHH...!!" yelled Malik, cumming hard.
Marvin held in place as Malik's asshole throbbed and flexed around his embedded wood. The slick sphincter muscles massaged his bloated dick like a sucking vacuum, pulling his schlong inside like a black hole.
"That's it...! That's it..., git it boi...! Take my nut!" yelled Marvin, losing his own load as it suddenly sped up his from his balls and out of his pulsating shaft.
Thick wads of hot cum fired from his throbbing woodie, splattering inside and coating Malik's colon in fresh thick rich ball sludge.
Malik could feel the big dick pulsing inside him as Marvin's chest fell against his back, his heart rate beating through his muscled chest. Just then the alarm clock sounded again, causing Marvin to reach over to slap it one last time, accidentally breaking it as it crumbled into pieces on the nightstand. "Oh shit, sorry babe...!" he said, rolling over onto his back as he caught his breath.
"It's okay..." laughed Malik, prying himself up from the bed.
Marvin chuckled to himself as Malik wobbled weakly into the bathroom to shower and dress. He laid back in bed comfortably, his hands tucked behind his head as he peered down over his massive chest and admired his own physique. "What you got planned for today...?" asked Malik from the bathroom.
"Nuthin...! Why...? You wanna come home for a quickie...?" asked Marvin, arrogantly.
"No..." chuckled Malik, sitting on the toilet as he pissed and farted out of the remnants of Marvin's overnight loads. "...I thought maybe you'd try checking out some of those jobs we talked about in the paper...?" he suggested, trying to be supportive.
"Maaannn..., ain't nobody tryin' to hire no convict!" said Marvin from the bed.
"I know it ain't easy..., but you HAVE to look for something...! Your parole officer is going to ask how many applications had you put in...? They want to make sure you're working and not falling back into old habits...!"
"By `old habits' you mean selling drugs...?" asked Marvin, "I told you, I won't do that again...! I'm not going back to jail!"
"I know..." said Malik, flushing the toilet. "...but you HAVE to find a job or you'll be in violation of your parole agreement...! The Parole Board's not going to be interested in excuses..., they're going to want to know WHY you're not working! When's your first meeting with your parole officer...?"
"This morning around 10am...!" answered Marvin, annoyed. Malik was fucking up his afterglow, nagging him about a job after such an amazing fuck!
"Do you need a lift in...?" asked Malik, turning on the shower as he adjusted the water temperature.
"No..., I'll get there myself...!" pouted Marvin, angrily.
Pt-2
SOUTH PHILLY
An hour or so earlier in another part of town, 32 yr old Puerto-rican police detective Maleece Cortez (5'11", 170 lbs with a medium muscular build) was on top of his lover (22 yr old Caucasian officer Jake Valentine [5'10", 174 lbs with an athletic muscular build]), sliding his fat 7 and 1/2 inch dick in and out of Jake's spread bunghole in missionary position.
Jake's own dick lay limp against his abdomen as he stared up into his lover's face, trying to read Maleece's vague facial expressions.
Sex between the two lovers had been tense in the past weeks since Maleece's return from working undercover in the Pennsylvania penal system. There wasn't much that Maleece would talk about, except to say that he had doubts he would make it home alive. Jake understood that Maleece had been through quite an ordeal after being sent away to a slave camp by former prison warden Dennis Ellis (The HOLE-68), trying to covet his own shady deals from officials doing an undercover investigation against him. But Maleece seemed unwilling to talk about it. Jake made sure to give Maleece his space, having gone through his own personal hell while Male was away.
Jake still found it hard to believe that Tempest Williams had managed to hook him on his street drug Sextasy while he and Marvin was on the run for their lives (The HOLE-62). Tempest took them in under his protective wing, insuring their safety while forcing Jake to take drugs and get fucked by his horde of black male drug dealers. Jake closed his eyes in shame as he pictured the line of black men taking turns on him in Tempest's hideout. Jake had little choice than to let the men have their way as his mind floated on clouds. The men used his cop body to jack off in, fucking him for hours until his body was covered in slimy sweat and cum (The HOLE-65 & 72).
Jake's cock grew rock hard as he thought about the men taking turns on him. Maleece grabbed hold of it, stroking it for him while he fucked. Jake felt self-conscious about his hardon, knowing it wasn't inspired by his boyfriend. He felt ashamed for sporting a hardon for the drug dealers that fucked him instead of the man he confessed his love to.
Maleece had no idea what torments Jake was going through mentally as he stroked his cock in his hand while fucking him. Maleece liked the way Jake's dick felt in his hand as he stroked his hand up and down the full length. He found himself wondering how it might feel in his own ass? The thought of being bent over and fucked was enough to make his dick throb in Jake's ass. Jake felt the dick jumping inside him as it suddenly burst and started flooding his bowels with warm ball juice.
"UUHHHH...!!" grunted Jake as his own dick started shooting in Maleece's hand, coating both his stomach and chest and Malecee's stroking hand.
Maleece collapsed down on Jake's chest, burying his head between Jake's neck and shoulder as he panted and caught his breath. Jake felt obligated to reach his hands up and caress Maleece's back as they both came down from their highs. After a few short moments, Maleece pulled himself up from the bed, heading in towards the bathroom down the hall to clean up for work. Neither man said anything as Jake lay in bed feeling guilty for having cum with the thoughts of other men in his head. Maleece went into the bathroom and closed the door, looking down at his hand which still held remnants of Jake's sperm all over it. Maleece stared down at the milky white cream for several moments before finally giving into temptation as he lifted his hand to his mouth and licked the ball sauce off.
Pt-3
PRECINCT-23 9am
Malik drove into work, his heart beating a hundred miles an hour as he pulled up to his Precinct's private parking lot. This was his first official day back on the job as a reinstated officer, thanks to Captain David McConnell for pulling a few strings in City Hall.
Malik got out of his car as he took a deep breath, then walked in through the back entrance. He was greeted warmly by a few fellow officers who hadn't seen him in awhile. They shook his hand, treating him as one of their own before going on about work as usual. Malik walked over to the time clock and punched in, beginning his first day back.
"uh, Malik..." said the familiar voice of captain McConnell, catching Malik off guard. "...can I see you in my office?"
"uh..., yes, sir...!" answered Malik, startled. He followed McConnell through the maze of hallways until they came upon his private office.
"Close the door...!" insisted McConnell, taking his seat behind his usually cluttered desk. As Malik closed the door, McConnell got his keys and unlocked a small draw in his desk, pulling out two items. "Welcome back, Detective!" said the Captain, placing Malik's old shield and weapon on his desk.
Malik's eyes lit up with recognition as he reached for his property.
"Thank you sir!" he smiled broadly, proudly. "You had this all that time...? How did you know I'd be back...?"
"I didn't..." said McConnell, pleased with the gleam in Malik's eyes. "...I just had to hope that whatever caused you to quit the Force and become a corrections' officer, would eventually run its course and make you come back to your senses!"
"You're referring to Marvin, aren't you...?" asked Malik, reading between the lines.
"Look Malik..." said McConnell, seriously. "...I won't pretend to understand your relationship, but I do respect your judgment..., therefore I hope you and mr Rollins is doing well...!"
"As well as can be expected, sir...!" said Malik, putting his shield in his back pocket. "Marvin had to meet with his parole officer this morning..."
"How's he doing with that...?" asked McConnell, curiously.
"uh..., he's looking for work..., but no one's hiring convicted felons!" informed Malik.
"And he needs to find a job in order to comply with his parole agreement...! I see..." said McConnell, thoughtfully. "I might be able to help you out with that...!" he suddenly added, grabbing a pen off his desk as he scribbled down an address. "Have Marvin check this restaurant out..., I know the owner, and he doesn't discriminate...!"
"Thanks, sir...!" beamed Malik, taking the address. "I really appreciate this!"
"Don't mention it...! Just make sure he doesn't go back to selling drugs..., or we'll have to arrest him again!" warned McConnell.
"I will, sir!" assured Malik, tucking the note. Just then there was a knock at the door. "Come in, Maleece...!" yelled McConnell, looking up at the door.
"You wanted to see me, sir...?" asked Maleece Cortez, looking in. When his eyes met Malik's he gasped in shocked surprise, a cold chill quickly running up his spine. "Oh, I..., I didn't know you had company..." he said, ready to back out.
"No, come in...!" insisted McConnell. "Close the door!"
Maleece walked in, quietly closing the office door behind him as he walked over and stood beside Malik in front of the Captain's desk. "I know you and Malik have been through a lot together while you were both being held against your wills at that Prison Plantation Ellis had you sent to..." (chaps-68 & 79 The HOLE). Neither Malik nor Maleece said anything as they both purposely kept from looking at each other for fear of having flashbacks. "...I know you both have separately been seeing the police psychiatrist about your ordeals, trying to make sense out of what happened to you! I just want to insure you both that NO ONE in this department knows exactly what happened..., nothing you discussed with the Prosecutor went beyond those four walls!"
"Thank you, sir!" said Maleece, feeling the one with the most to lose if the secret about their torment got out.
"As part of your healing..., I've decided to partner you two in narcotics!" added McConnell, bringing shocked looks to both men's faces. "I think it would be good for you both to be able to talk about your ordeal to one another, seeing how neither of you have likely divulged anything to your significant others...!"
"But sir..., I don't see why we need to relive..." started Maleece, getting a stern look from his Captain which quickly told him to shut up.
"You don't need to see, detective..., that's why I'm here...!" interrupted McConnell, anticipating some reluctance. "Your partnering was not a request, gentlemen..., it was an order!"
"Yes, sir!" said both men in unison.
"Now why don't you go help Malik get reacquainted with everything...? Get him caught up to speed with our current cases..., you two are going to be working with each other for a long time! Get used to it!"
"Yes, sir!" said Maleece, heading for the door. Once outside McConnell's office, he and Malik looked at each other for the first time...
"I'm all yours..." said Malik, ready to start working.
"Let's get one thing straight, Malik..." whispered Maleece, his face turning angry. "...anything that happened in that Prison Plantation STAYS at that Prison Plantation! I'm not interested in talking about it, thinking about it, remembering it, reliving it, or deciphering it, --ever! Got it!?"
"Got it!" answered Malik, stunned by Maleece's reaction.
"I hope so..., cause I'd hate to have to kick your ass on your first day back!" threatened Maleece, walking off.
"Oh really...?" asked Malik, following close behind...
Pt-4
SPRING GARDEN St
Marvin Rollins walked into his parole officer's office for his first scheduled appointment after being released from prison. 30 yr old Spanish American Alvin Perez (6'1", 175 lbs with a strong muscular physique, dark black curly hair and a thick bushy mustache), had 10 years experience as a Philadelphia Police Officer before becoming a parole officer.
He greeted Marvin with a firm handshake, then invited him into his office which was separated from his 4 colleagues. Once seated, Perez started to go through his computer files, pulling up Marvin's information.
"Are you prepared to give me a piss sample today, mr Rollins...?" he asked, pulling a plastic lidded cup from his desk.
"Definitely..." answered Marvin, taking the cup. "Where can I piss...?"
"Unfortunately you HAVE to do it in my presence..." said Perez, sitting back behind his desk. "...I need to actually SEE you pee..., to make sure you didn't smuggle in someone else's...!"
"So what...? You want me to pee right here in yur office...?" asked Marvin.
"Here's as good a place as any!" smiled Perez, showing his prominent dimples.
Marvin hunched his shoulders, then unzipped his pants as he pulled his soft fat penis out of the slit. He noticed Perez's eyes zero in on his manhood, a familiar gleam in his eyes told him that the parole officer might be interested in more than just a piss sample. "So..., have you found a job yet...?" inquired Perez.
"No..., not yet." answered Marvin, holding the plastic cup down underneath his dick before letting the piss flow. Perez watched as the cup started to fill.
"Have you been looking...?" asked Perez, alternating between Marvin's dick and face.
"Yeah, of course..." said Marvin, giving Perez a good show as he removed his hand and just allowed his dick to hang down relieving itself. "...but you know ain't too many peeps lookin' to hire no convict fresh outta jail!"
"Maybe not..., but the terms of you agreement is that you promised to find a job as fast as possible..., goes a long way to show you're actually serious about your rehabilitation!"
"I am..." said Marvin, his piss flow stopping just short of the cup's brim. "...but I can't force somebody to hire me...!"
"Well you do know that it's fully within my ability to go back to the Board and recommend rather or not I believe you ought to be sent back to prison...? IF I believe you're not actually trying to fulfill your obligations...!" suggested Perez, as Marvin tapped the last droplets of piss from his dick head.
"So you're gonna bust my balls over this...?" asked Marvin, handing Perez back the cup.
"hmmm..." smirked Perez at the thought, his eyes zeroed in on Marvin's dick and balls. "...personal tastes aside, you need to SHOW me you're committed to doing what you're obligated to do!"
"Show you how...?" asked Marvin, his dick still hanging outside of his pants.
"I might be inclined to give you more time to find a job..., if I KNEW you were serious about getting one!" said Perez.
"I am serious...!" said Marvin.
"Prove it!" challenged Perez.
"How...?" asked Marvin.
"You're an ex-con..., YOU tell me how...!" said Perez, looking up into Marvin's face, before slowly dropping his eyes back down at his dick.
Marvin caught the subtle gesture as his dick suddenly started to rise. Perez's eyes lit up as Marvin's dark dick grew bigger and bigger, in total proportion with his bulky body.
"Is THIS what you meant...?" asked Marvin, looking down at his dick as it stood 10" out from his body.
"It's definitely a start...!" said Perez, getting up from his desk as he walked around and stood before Marvin. "I'm not exactly sure what you plan to have me DO with that thing, mister Rollins...?" said Perez, looking down at it.
"Why don't you git closer to it, and discuss it over...?" asked Marvin, pushing Perez down onto his knees.
Officer Perez allowed himself to kneel in front of the ex-convict, coming face to face with his enormous rod. Marvin waited silently as Perez looked it over, closely examining it as a housewife would a package of meat from the supermarket.
Perez took the rock hard phallus in his hand, feeling it's girth and weight. The dick was indeed big and heavy, like a really thick billy-club. The head was fat and round, with a deep piss slit and low hanging heavy balls. Perez wondered how big Marvin's cum loads were as he silently leaned forward and licked the tip.
Marvin stifled a groan as he watched the Rican officer tentatively lick his dick. Perez kissed the head, swiping his tongue across the slit, looking to taste any pre-cum. He took the head into his mouth, sucking softly as he got a feel for the dick. He liked the way Marvin's dick head filled his oral cavity, like a huge mushroom on the tip of a large chocolate bar.
Slowly he inched his lips down the shaft, taking more of the it into his mouth. Marvin watched with growing interest as Perez slowly sank over half his ram rod into his mouth. Perez's lips stretched to accommodate the huge girth as they inched ever so slowly down towards the hidden pelvis patch.
Three quarters of the way down Marvin expected Perez to back off in defeat, unable to swallow his dick whole. But the insatiable parole officer continued his slow descent, taking more and more dick into his mouth as his throat ballooned and his face reddened with strain.
His lips past the 3/4 mark as Marvin's eyes widened with delight. Had he inadvertently stumbled upon a bonafide cocksucker? He watched with anticipation as officer Perez pressed his face down into his crotch, successfully swallowing all thick 10 inches of big hard black dick. Marvin couldn't resist grabbing the back of Perez's curly hair, grinding his face into his groin as he churned his heavy wood around in his throat.
"Damn man..., where'd you learn to suck dick like that...??" asked Marvin, relaxing his grip as Perez slowly pulled back, expelling the entire length from his mouth.
"I had seven older brothers...!" smiled Perez, before taking the entire length back down into his throat.
"Damn...!" smiled Marvin, feeling his dick slide down velvety richness.
Perez churned his head around in Marvin's crotch before pulling back again, sliding his lips tightly up the shaft. He bobbed his head back and forth, fucking his mouth along the column. Indeed he did learn how to suck cock from his siblings, eating dick ever day from the time he was six years old. His older brother Perry used to make him suck his dick whenever his girlfriend refused. He'd come into Alvin's room and insist he give him head, or else he wouldn't allow Alvin to play with his video games anymore. Alvin loved his brother, but loved playing his video games more, so he sucked Perry off whenever Perry wanted.
Perry shared his secret with his younger brother Jose, Jose watched Alvin suck Perry once or twice before demanding being serviced himself. Soon most of his brothers were getting their dicks sucked, using Alvin's mouth as a suitable substitute for their girlfriends (or lack thereof). When Alvin's oldest brother Hector found out what his brothers were doing, he took Alvin under his wing, and taught him how best to suck big dicks. Alvin would be eternally grateful to his siblings for showing him how to suck cock, as it had been his favorite of all past times. Perez sucked dick in school and high school, and again when he joined the police academy. He blew his partners and his best friends, giving them head whenever they wanted. But his life changed when he ate his first convict dick, it was something about blowing a criminal that made his head swirl with lust. The first time it happened was in the backseat of his patrol car. He had picked up a guy he believed was a known drug dealer, pushing him against the cruiser as he patted him down for weapons. When he got around to the man's crotch, he could feel his hard dick through his pants.
"Like what you feel...?" asked the criminal, looking back over his shoulder. Officer Perez got pissed at the man's cockiness, and handcuffed him before throwing him in the back of his patrol car.
Somehow the man's erection popped out of his open fly. Officer Perez bent forward to tuck it back inside his pants, when he got a good look at it. The hard dick was about 8" long, black and beautiful. Without thinking about it twice, Perez leaned over and took the cock in his mouth. He sucked the drug dealer off right there in his police cruiser on a city street. He bobbed his head up and down, pushing the cock into his throat with every downward stroke. The drug dealer protested at first, but stopped complaining when he realized how good the officer was at giving head. Perez sucked him for 3 whole minutes before the man popped in his mouth, shooting his rich thick criminal cum straight down the back of his throat. Afterwards Perez tucked the softening dick back into the man's pants, and arrested him. The perp complained about police brutality, claiming Perez sucked his dick without his permission. But without a single bruise on him to collaborate his story, the police dismissed his claims as hostile. Six months later Perez quite his job on the Force and became a parole officer, where he dealt with convicts on a regular basis.
Marvin now stood in officer Perez's office, getting the shit sucked out of his 10" hard sausage. He allowed Perez to suck his dick at will, bobbing his head back and forth and swallowing the entire shaft when he felt like it. Heavy suck and slurp sounds could be heard throughout the office as Marvin stood in the same spot, thrusting his meat down into the kneeling officer's fresh face.
For nearly 10 minutes Perez sucked Marvin's meat, giving it the best blow job he could possibly give given their situation. Just outside his door was an office full of people, working away on their computers, taking phone calls, and looking for more convicts. Perez took Marvin's dick into his throat over and over again, churning his lips down around the thick base as he corkscrewed his head back and forth. Marvin could feel his dick steeling up as it prepared to let loose its cargo. Perez could sense the oncoming flood as he sucked harder, smashing his face into the convict's groin. Marvin could feel the lips gliding up and down his shaft, bringing him closer and closer to orgasm.
"Here it comes, babee...!" announced Marvin, feeling his balls knot as his dick throbbed, then sent a torrent of cum through the long hard shaft.
Perez braced himself for the shot as it took Marvin's hammer straight down into the back of his throat and held it. He waited all of one second before the first cumshot shot directly into his stomach. "AAWWW fuck...!" groaned Marvin, feeling another shot shoot from his pulsing dick. He grabbed onto Perez's head and shoulder as the third and forth cumshots shot down his throat as well. Perez pulled back slowly as the fifth, six, and seventh cumshots filled his mouth, allowing him to taste the sperm for the first time.
Marvin breathed heavily as his dick finally started to calm down, the last of his load slowly oozing onto Perez's talented tongue. The officer continued to suck Marvin's softening dick clean, long after he'd finished cumming. When he was finally done, Perez pulled off and stood up, as Marvin tucked himself and fixed his clothing.
"Am I free to go...?" asked Marvin, feeling totally drained and light headed.
"Yeah, you can go..." said Perez, picking up Marvin's piss specimen from the desk. "...while I have this analyzed by our labs...!"
"Whatever!" said Marvin, leaving the office as Perez turned the cup up to his nose and sniffed. Still hot from the blow job, he turned the cup up to his lips and started to drink. The piss was cold and rancid, but the heavy yellow tent made Perez feel like he was drinking his favorite brew as he tilted up the cup and drained it dry.
"ah..., delicious...!" he said, smacking his lips just as another ex-con came in for another scheduled appointment.
Pt-5
MIAMI FLORIDA
Passengers exit the new arrivals gate, eager to start their vacations on the sunny sands of Miami's Beaches, or to rush to their hotels for a quick bite to eat and a short nap before attending important business matters. But there is one passenger visiting Miami with totally different agenda in mind. "This way, sir...!" said his assistant, guiding him to a black Lincoln Town Car waiting just outside the terminal.
"Do we know where she is...?" asked the man, getting into the backseat, his black cane with its very distinctive gold handle formed from the shape of his hard phallus in hand as the driver slowly pulled away from the curb.
"The gay strip here in Miami is a very small one..." informed the assistant (Brian Dunn), pulling papers from his briefcase. "...SHE's headlining at one of the popular tranny hangouts on South Beach, under the assumed name Divine!"
"Good..., let's go there now...!" said the man.
"Now...?" asked Dunn, surprised. "D...don't you want to go to the hotel to freshen up first...?" he asked, respectfully.
"We're not here for vacation..." informed the man sternly, his eyes narrowing as his mind stayed focused on one goal. "...we're here to get back what's mine!"
"Understood, Tempest!" said Dunn, knowing Tempest was not to be toyed with when he had that look in his eye. "Driver..., take us to the nightclub Façade!"
"They won't be open for a few more hours...!" informed the driver, familiar with all Miami's nightspots.
"It doesn't matter...!" said Dunn, putting away his briefcase as his boss unzipped his pants. Dunn knew exactly was expected of him as he quietly leaned over and took Tempest's soft penis in his mouth without being ordered. The driver's eyes alternated watching the road and the show in the backseat as Dunn began to bob his head up and down in Tempest's lap, his lips sliding up and down the long spit wet shaft hardening outside the zipper.
Tempest said nothing as he simply looked out the window, imagining the look on Peaches' face when she saw him sitting out in the audience during her show. For the last year he believed her dead, killed in gunfire in a shootout between drug dealers and FBI agents (chap-30 Precinct Twenty Three). Tempest smiled to himself when he thought of how badly she was going to wish she had died, once he's finished torturing her alive!
Continued...
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