Spread Formation
It came at Peter completely out of the blue. What should have been a routine operation suddenly went completely haywire.
He was sitting in his unmarked squad car listening to her partner work the streets. Samantha Jones might have been 30 years old but what with her thin body frame and her lightly freckled face and the look of almost pure innocence that the brunette seemed to constantly wear, she could easily pass for eighteen any day of the week and she was the perfect decoy to lure in the unsuspecting male.
“Hey, baby,” Peter heard the girl call out to a passerby. “You looking for a good time?”
The man’s response was muffled but still clearly audible. “I might be. What’d you have in mind?”
“Me? I like time with a very special man. Are you a very special kind of man?”
Whatever the man might have said was lost in an inaudible squawk but then Sammie was talking again.
“I like big, strong men,” she cooed. “I like men who can take care of me. Can you take care of me?”
Peter chuckled to himself as he listened to his partner go. She certainly was very good at this.
“You know, we can go around the corner,” Sammie was saying.
Slow it down, Peter thought. Let the man make the first move. We don’t want any accusations of entrapment, now.
“You bitch!”
That certainly wasn’t Sammie or the mark. Damn it, some girl was trying to take Sammie on. What should he do? Get out of the car and blow his cover or ...
“This is my corner, bitch. I’m going to fucking kill you.”
Okay, that pretty well settled that. Peter was already out of his car and he was racing down the street.
The mark had already left by the time Peter arrived leaving Peter to talk to the two women. The newcomer wheeled to face Peter. She was a Black woman, maybe twenty years old, but certainly not older than twenty-five. She wore a hot pink lycra top that only barely seemed to contain her ample breasts and a short-little leopard print skirt with black fishnet stockings and five-inch heels. “Who the fuck are you?” she demanded.
“Easy now,” the vice detective said. “I’m nobody. I was just passing through.”
“Ain’t nobody just passing through here, mister. You come to this neck of the woods, you’re coming here for a reason.”
She certainly had that right. The women arrayed out along the street was a testament to just what it was that people came here for.
“Just so’s we got this straight, you came down here. You came here looking for something. The question is whether what you want is somethin’ from me ... or somethin’ from her.”
“I’m not looking for nothing.”
“Yeah right. A likely answer. You know what I think you are? I think you’re a cop. What do you say to that?”
Peter could see Sammie looking at him and he knew what that meant. No point her blowing her cover if she didn’t have to. That meant he was on his own.
“I’m not a cop.”
“Yeah right. That’s just what a cop would say. I’m sure of it now. You’re a cop.”
“I’m not a cop.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know what you are and I’m going to tell everyone what you are. I’m going to go up and down the street and I’m going to tell everyone, ‘you see that man, he’s a cop.’ That’s what I’m going to tell them. What do you say to that?”
This was quickly getting out of hand. An undercover operation wasn’t much use if everyone knew what you were. “Don’t do that,” Peter tried to say.
“Why not?”
Peter didn’t dare look at Sammie for fear of blowing her cover. “Have it your way,” he said. “Up against the wall.”
“Why?”
“You said it yourself. I’m a cop. Now up against the wall and spread ‘em.”
And that was when it happened.
Peter couldn’t even say exactly what it was that happened. It was just that everything seemed to suddenly come alive to him. It was as if every sense he had had turned on hard and he found himself looking at the young Black woman.
It was as if she were moving in slow motion. He could see her turning. He could see her putting her hands up against the wall and then she was spreading her legs.
“Is this what you want ... cop?”
Peter couldn’t help but moan. He was looking down at the girl’s leopard-print skirt stretched so tight over her broad backside. His hands wanted to touch her.
No, he couldn’t, he told himself.
No. That wasn’t right. He had to. Already, he could feel his cock so hard and so ready. He had to do it.
What the hell was he thinking?!
Who cared about thinking? It took him only a moment to get his cock out and then he was lifting the girl’s skirt and pulling it up around her waist. He paused for only a moment to look at her Black ass and then he was bringing his cock up and he was sliding it between her legs.
She was saying something but Peter wasn’t even listening anymore. There was only one thing on his mind. He had to get his cock inside her pussy.
And then he was there. Oh fuck, she was wet. Just the way he wanted her to be. Not that it mattered. He would have fucked her no matter how she was but then his cock was sliding inside her pussy and in one thrust, he shoved himself inside her.
The girl was crying out. Something about too much which didn’t make any sense at all. How could there be too much. He was fucking her just like she needed to be fucked.
Oh yeah. The slut was getting into the act now. He could see her trying to adjust herself to what he was offering her. It wasn’t enough, of course, but at least she was learning to accept it. At least, she was learning to accept his cock.
He was going to cum. He already knew that, and he knew he needed to do it. He needed to cum in that tight, Black pussy.
It was almost like she sensed his need. He wasn’t sure if he actually heard her crying out for it or he just imagined it but in the end, it didn’t really matter. She wanted his cum. She wanted him to fuck her worthless, little pussy. She wanted him to fuck her like the whore she was.
Peter couldn’t help himself. He groaned as his cock unleashed itself in the girl’s cunt and then just because it felt so good, he did it again and again and again and again.
“That was incredible.”
For Peter, it seemed as if he was only just coming to his senses. Sammie was there but the Black girl was gone. “Wh-what?”
“I said that was incredible,” Sammie said.
“What was?”
“You know. What you did with that girl. That’s one hell of a way to convince a person that you’re not a cop.”
“It is?”
Sammie couldn’t help but grin at him. “Yeah. She said no cop could fuck as good as that so she said you couldn’t possibly be a cop.”
“I guess it worked then.”
“It sure did. To tell the truth, the way you were going after her, it kind of made me wish I was the bad guy.”
“You could never be the bad guy,” Peter told his partner.
“You never know. For a fucking like that, maybe I could be.”
Peter was awake. He had no idea what time it was. All he knew was that it was dark and he was alone in his bed.
What a dream, the detective told himself. In his dream, he’d been following a suspect. She was going to lead him to something, something good. Peter wasn’t sure what. All he knew was she was going to lead him to something good.
He kept losing sight of her. She was going down a network of alleyways and he had to keep falling back lest he be seen. Then he’d have to hurry back up again to once more keep her in sight.
Where were they going, Peter wondered as he followed the girl down yet another alleyway.
He turned the corner and he found himself coming face to face with his quarry. “You,” he said.
“You looking for something, cop?”
It was her. It was the Black girl, the one in the leopard-skin skirt. “Who are you?” he demanded.
“That’s not important right now, is it, cop?”
Peter wasn’t sure why but he could feel himself losing control.
The hooker was advancing on him now. “You know what you want, don’t you, cop?”
The man was shaking his head, as if he could tell himself that he didn’t really want it.
“What do you mean?” the hooker asked. She’d almost closed the distance between them. “What do you mean by saying no? You know you want it.”
Peter tried to tell himself no.
“You know you want it,” the woman said as she dropped to her knees. “You know you want it. You know you want me to suck on your cock.”
Oh God, no, Peter tried to tell himself. No, he couldn’t want that.
The only problem was he did and every time he tried to tell himself no, he knew he did.
She was looking up at the man as her hands played out over the front of his pants. Her face was dark which made the whites of her eyes and her teeth stand out just that much more. “I know you want it,” she said. “I know you want me to suck your cock.”
“You know that, huh?”
Peter groaned to himself. The way he sounded, he almost sounded like he did want it.
“I’m going to enjoy this,” the girl in his dream said, “and do you know why?”
Peter shook his head.
“It’s because I’ve never tasted a cop before. That’s why.”
Peter groaned again but it was no use. He knew what he wanted.
The girl pulled his slacks down and then her hand paused to stroke the ridge at the front of his boxers.
“Let’s see what we have in here,” the girl cooed before she finally pulled his underwear down.
“Oh my,” the girl purred as the man’s cock finally popped free. “It sure looks like someone is eager to go.”
What was the point in arguing, Peter told himself. Even if he’d tried to say no, his cock would still have ratted him out.
The girl stroked his cock. “Should we see how you taste,” the girl said. “Should we?”
She wasn’t really waiting for an answer. In an instant, her mouth was opening up and then she was sliding herself down over his cock.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned as that mouth took him deeper and deeper still.
“Do you like that, cop? Do you like it when I suck you like this?”
“Yeah,” the man groaned.
“Are you going to cum for me, cop? Are you going to cum in my mouth?”
“Yeah,” the man groaned again.
“Then I guess you want me to suck your cock again.”
“Yeah.”
There was no stopping her. Peter knew that. He wanted her to suck his cock. He wanted her to make him cum. He groaned again. He was close. He was really close.
He was very close. Oh geez, he was so ... so ...
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned. Oh fuck. He knew it was only a dream girl but dammit, it just felt so real to have his cock cum in her mouth.
Her name was Cindy Colliers and she was fresh off the bus. She’d told her parents she was going to go stay the night with her friend and then she’d packed her bag and she’d headed for the bus station as fast as she possibly could go.
But the young, blond girl hadn’t thought things would be nearly as expensive in the big city as they actually were. She was going to run out of money before she’d even gotten started and the last thing she wanted was to have to call her parents and have to tell them where she was.
She’d found a cheap hotel room. It wasn’t much but at least it was a place to stay which meant she’d be able to stay here a week or maybe two, if she really watched her money, and not for the first time, she told herself this was a very bad idea.
His name was William or at least that was what he’d told her his name was. He’d found Cindy standing outside of a restaurant. She was looking in the window at the people inside. It wasn’t the first time William had seen a girl do that.
“You hungry?” the man asked.
“What?”
“I asked if you were hungry.”
She was starving, but Cindy wasn’t going to tell the man that. In fact, she was a good girl. She knew she shouldn’t talk to strangers. “I’m fine,” she said.
“You could have fooled me,” the man said. “You look hungry.”
“Well, I’m not,” she snapped. Being hungry kind of made her irritable and the only thing that made it worse was having someone point it out to her.
“Well, you look hungry,” the man said. “Come on. I’m going to have some lunch. You can join me.”
“I don’t—”
She’d been about to tell him that she didn’t have any money but she didn’t want to say that.
“Come on,” the man said again. “I’ll treat.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, sure.”
Well maybe it would be okay, Cindy told herself. Maybe it would be okay to talk to a stranger just this once. “Okay.”
That was how it had started.
William had money. From what Cindy could see, he had lots of money. He hadn’t told her hardly anything about him, but she’d practically ended up laying out her whole life story for him.
At the end of the meal, William had slipped her an extra hundred dollars. “What’s this for?” the girl had asked.
“For you.”
“Yeah, but why?”
“Because I hate to see a pretty girl starve.”
“Yeah, but—”
“Look. Just take it.”
Cindy took it. It was only later that she’d found out where it had come from. By then, it was too late.
It wasn’t the first time that Cindy met William. He was easy to hang around with and he always paid and then one night, he came to her with a proposition. “I need a favor from you,” he said.
“Sure, what?”
“I need another girl tonight and it’s a way you could earn some more money.”
“Another girl? What are you talking about?”
“I need another girl to work the streets.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I need another girl to work the streets. I need another girl in my stable.”
“Another girl in your stable?”
“Come on, Cindy. It’s easy money and besides, you owe me.”
“You want me to be a hooker?”
“Yes.”
“I’m not going to do that.”
“Then I suppose I’m going to have to give mommy and daddy a call.”
“What?”
“Yep. I suppose I can give mommy and daddy a call. An anonymous call of course. Tell them what a little slut their daughter’s been. Tell them where they can find her. Tell them how their little daughters been fucking guys every night.”
“But I haven’t been doing that?”
“But mommy and daddy don’t know that, and if you do what I tell you to do, they won’t have to know.”
“You wouldn’t do that.”
“Try me.”
Cindy had tried to argue some more but in the end, she’d lost. He’d even taken her out to get some new clothes, working clothes he called them, and then he’d told her where to set up and what she should do and he’d made sure she knew that she shouldn’t come back empty-handed.
That was where Peter saw her. The newbies were always so easy to spot. Some of them did a pretty good job of it. Others, like this one, just looked scared and inept. It was for her own good, the police officer told himself. Arrest her and show her this was the life that lay in front of her if she continued down this path. It was for her own good.
He pulled up at the curb in front of her and he watched the girl in the heels come clattering up to the curb and lean in the open window. “Hi,” she said.
“Hi yourself.”
The girl tugged at her top so he could see a little more of her tits. “Can I interest you in something you’d like to see?”
Peter couldn’t help it. His cock had jumped at just the sight of those tits. What the hell was wrong with him. “Maybe,” he said.
The girl pulled her top a little lower still. “How can we turn that maybe into a definitely?”
This shouldn’t be exciting him, Peter told himself, and yet it was. “Get in,” the man said.
“I know a place where we can go.”
I’ll bet you do, Peter thought.
She didn’t take him back to her apartment. Some did, but she was smarter than that. Better not to let the john know where you live. Too bad she wasn’t smart enough to keep herself from engaging in prostitution.
“I need some money,” the girl said.
“Yeah? What for?”
“I got to pay the man so we can get a room.”
“How much?”
“Twenty bucks.”
It was reasonable. Peter handed over the money and Cindy went in to get the key. She was back moments later and soon after that, the two of them were in a shabby, little hotel room.
She didn’t exactly look all that eager but she looked rather perky. Too bad, Peter thought. She was a nice kid, but she had to learn this lesson. He’d wait for money to be exchanged and then he’d give her the bad news.
“How much?” he asked.
“Fifty bucks.”
“Not bad,” he said as he pulled out his wallet and he handed over the money. “Only thing is, I’ve got some bad news.”
“What is it?”
“I’m a cop and you’re under arrest.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Now turn around. Hands behind your back, and your feet, spread ‘em.”
Meekly, the girl did exactly what she was told to do. It was almost as if she was relieved that this had happened, the man thought.
Oh but geez, look at that butt of hers, the man thought. Actually, with where her hands were, behind her back and waiting to be cuffed, actually, her hands were in his way. He knocked them out of the way.
“OFficer?” the girl asked.
Peter couldn’t help but look at the girl’s butt and her short, little skirt. You didn’t wear a skirt like that unless you were looking to get fucked and his cock was so hard.
“Aren’t you going to arrest me?” the girl asked.
Arrest her, the man thought. Yeah. That was right. That was what he was supposed to do.
Oh but geez, the man groaned. That wasn’t what he wanted to do. He didn’t want to arrest her, and besides, now that he thought about it, there was something they could do that would work to their mutual benefit. “Turn around,” he ordered.
The girl did as she was told to do.
“Take your clothes off,” the man ordered.
“Why?”
“Just do it,” the man growled.
God, this was hot, the man thought. The girl was so shy, and the way she was removing her clothes was so hesitant, almost like she didn’t want to do this. The man couldn’t wait a moment longer. He started clawing at his own clothes.
“Get down on your knees,” he ordered and when the girl again did as she was told, the man stuck his cock in her face. “I think you know what to do with this. Now suck on it.”
Cindy resisted. She shook her head but the man was insistent.
“Suck on it you little slut.”
He sounded angry. He reminded her of William and it was clear that William didn’t expect her to let him down, and if she didn’t suck on it, she would be letting William down.
Once more, Peter pressed his cock against her lips. “Suck on it,” he ordered her.
Cindy opened her mouth and the man’s cock rushed inside like water through the breech in a damn. “Suck on it,” the man told her.
It was easier now. After all, she’d come this far. It was easier to go all the way.
“Suck on it,” the man said.
It was easier, Cindy told herself. She could do this. She could suck this man’s cock. This wasn’t so hard.
“Yeah, that’s not so hard, is it?” the man said, almost as if reading her mind. “That’s not so hard for a little slut like you.”
She wasn’t a little slut, Cindy wanted to say. That’s not what she was.
“You like to pretend like you’re so sweet and innocent but we both know what you really are. You’re a hard core whore, aren’t you?”
Cindy wanted to shake her head but the man wasn’t giving her a choice.
“That’s what you are,” the man said again. “You’re a hard core whore.”
In spite of herself, Cindy nodded.
“Yeah, I knew it. I could tell as soon as I saw you. That’s why I picked you up. No more sweet and innocent for you. It’s time you got yourself fucked. Tell me what you are again.”
Cindy looked up at the man. “I’m a hard core whore,” she said.
“Yeah that’s right, and you know what we’re going to do now, don’t you?”
“We’re going to fuck.”
Peter grinned. “Well I’m going to fuck. You, you’re just going to lie there and take it. How’s that sound?”
Cindy said nothing.
“I said how’s that sound,” Peter demanded.
“It sounds good.”
“No,” he corrected her. “It sounds great. Say it. It sounds great.”
“It sounds great,” the girl muttered.
“It sounds great to be fucked like a hard core whore.”
“It sounds great to be fucked like a hard core whore.”
“Yeah, I knew what you were. It’s time to get to it.”
“Wait.”
The girl reached for her purse and she pulled something out. “You have to put this on,” she said.
“You do it.”
Cindy looked at the package and she looked at the man’s cock. She didn’t even know how to do it, but really, how hard could it be.
She opened the package and she took the item out. She held it up against the man’s cock and she tried to roll it down around his member, only ...
Only it wasn’t working.
She’d seen her boyfriend do it. She was sure this was the way it had to be done but it wasn’t working.
Peter glared at the girl. He knew what the problem was. She had it backwards but he wasn’t going to tell her that. “Aren’t you done yet?” he demanded.
Cindy shook her head.
“Hurry up then.”
Again she tried. Again, she failed.
“Fuck it,” the man said as he knocked her hands away and sent the condom flying. “We’ll do it this way then.”
“No wait.”
“No. No waiting. Stand up.”
Cindy stood.
The detective pointed at the bed. “Lie down,” he told her.
Again, the girl did as she was told to do.
The man looked down at her. “Spread ‘em,” he said.
He wasn’t sure what had happened. All he’d really meant to do was to tell the girl to open her legs, but it was as if his cock had suddenly gotten even harder. He wasn’t sure how that was possible and he wasn’t even sure he cared how it was possible. All he knew was that was the way he felt.
He slipped between her legs and then he was pushing his cock up against her pussy. He couldn’t wait, he told himself and so he didn’t wait. He shoved his cock forward and he buried himself between the girl’s legs.
“Oh fuck,” the girl moaned.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?”
“Yeah,” the girl groaned. “Yeah, I like it.”
“Yeah. I know you do. You know I’m going to cum inside you.”
“I want you to,” the girl moaned. “I want you to do it.”
The man grinned. Pretty tricky, the man thought. Here, the little mynx was trying to tell him she wanted him to wear a condom and when push came to shove, here she was telling him what she really wanted, that she wanted his cum between her legs. It made him wonder if she really cared if he wore a condom or not. Pretty tricky.
Yeah, but if that was what the little mynx wanted, yeah he could give her that. He fucked her harder and he reveled in the feel of his cock between her legs. Yeah, he could definitely give her that.
Oh fuck, he was going to cum. He was going to cum hard. He fucked her again and then he fucked her harder. He was going to cum.
The man groaned as his cock unleashed itself inside the girl’s cunt. God damn, he told himself. God damn, that was good. That was good fucking little fucking whores. After all, that’s what they were there for.
It was good to fuck little fucking whores.
Peter was awake.
He had no idea where the heck he was but there was something over his head. A hood probably, but it didn’t matter. He couldn’t see and what little he could hear was muffled.
And it just didn’t get any better. His hands were cuffed behind his back although his feet were free. He wondered why whoever it was who had taken him had left his feet free.
He tried to listen. There were the sounds of machinery around him, like industrial machinery and there were voices. Men’s voices from what he could tell, but he couldn’t make out what the voices were saying.
He wondered if anyone was watching him. It was a risk he was going to have to take because if he could, he was going to have to see if he could get free.
He started to move. Just a little at first. Just enough to try and dislodge the hood but when that didn’t work, he moved even more.
At least the sounds around him didn’t seem to be changing any. That was probably a good thing. It probably meant no one had noticed him yet. It meant there was maybe still a chance.
He thrashed around even more. He had to get rid of the hood. At least then, he could decide what he was going to do next.
Someone grabbed him hard and pulled him into a sitting position and the hood was pulled from his head and he sat there blinking as his eyes tried to adjust themselves to the light.
The first thing he noticed was a man. He was sitting in a chair and even with all the other men gathered around him, he was the only man sitting in a chair. Peter knew instinctively that this was the boss.
“Well now,” the boss said. “Would you looky here. If it ain’t the big, bad super cop himself.”
“Who are you?” Peter sputtered.
“Why cop,” the boss said with a tone of feigned hurt, “I am disappointed in you. I know I like to keep a low profile, but I would have expected you’d know me on sight but fine. My name is Carlos Gutierrez, but my associates just call me The Scorpion.”
Carlos Gutierrez. Now, that was a name that Peter knew.
The other man laughed. “I see you know me. That is good. Men like us, we need to be recognized for what we do. Isn’t that true?”
“What do you want with me?”
Gutierrez looked at one of his associates and he laughed. “Is it any wonder why I like this man? I try to talk small talk and he wants to get right down to business. All right, cop. Let’s talk business. Over the past six months since you began to work vice, you’ve shut down a number of my operations in town. Starting tonight, that ends right now. Starting tonight, you work for me.”
“Yeah right. Fuck you.”
If the crime boss was offended, he seemed to show no notice of it. “I understand your reticence, cop, but you really have no choice in the matter, and as it turns out, you won’t be the first in your department to work for me and you won’t be the last either.”
“Fuck you.”
Carlos Gutierrez just motioned to a man and moments later, a girl was being brought into view only it wasn’t just a girl. It was Sammie.
Peter could feel himself tense up. “What are you going to do to her?”
“Do to her? I think you misunderstand. It’s not what I’m going to do to her. It’s what I’ve already done to her.” The man turned to the girl. “Sammie, honey, why don’t you tell Peter what you are?”
“I’m a whore.”
“Why don’t you be a little more expansive. What exactly are you?”
“I’m a whore,” the junior detective said. “I’m a whore and a slut. I go out and find guys who want to fuck a hot, little slut like me, and then if they’re willing to pay for it, I let them do what they want with me and I bring all the money back and I give it to you.”
“And what do I do if you’ve done a good job?”
“You give me drugs.”
“And if you don’t do a good job.”
“I don’t get anything.”
“And do you always do a good job?”
“I always do a good job.”
Carlos turned his attention back to Peter. “She was so easy to turn. She went to a club and one of my people slipped a little something in her drink. By the time the night was done, she was hooked. Isn’t that right?”
Sammie nodded. “That’s right.”
“And are you glad I made you my whore?”
There was just a moment of hesitation before the detective answered. “I am so glad you made me your whore,” she said. “You’ve made all my dreams come true.”
“You see. The cop whose job it is to pose as a whore is now one of my favorite whores. She’ll do anything for me now. Isn’t that right?”
“Uh huh.”
“So what are you going to do to me? Are you going to drug me now?”
“You just don’t get it.”
“Get what?”
“Why don’t you tell him honey.”
“During one of our stake-outs, I slipped a drug in your coffee,” Sammie said. “It knocked you right out.”
“I don’t believe you,” Peter said although in the back of his mind, he had the feeling she just might be telling the truth.
“Oh. You’re mad at me, but you’ve got to understand. I had to do it. Carlos wanted me to do it.”
Peter struggled at his restraints. “And you do everything Carlos tells you to do.”
“Of course.”
“You understand we had to handle you differently than we handled her. You see, Sammie was so eager to please. It was easy to make her into what we wanted her to be, but you, you’re different. You’re a super cop. We needed something a little different to turn you.”
“What? You didn’t want to turn me into a whore?”
The crime boss laughed. “Hardly. That would be a terrible waste of a good resource. No, we wanted something different from you.”
Once more, Peter struggled against his restraints. This couldn’t be happening to him.
“We still want you to be a supercop, but now we want you to be our supercop. You do what we want you to do. You arrest who we want you to arrest. You let us know about any special raids that we should be aware of—”
“Yeah right.”
“And in return,” the crime boss continued, “in return, we will let you cum.”
Peter snorted. They couldn’t control him that way.
“You don’t believe us, do you? You don’t believe we can do what we say we can do.”
Peter was impressed with how close the crime boss had come, and just a little bit worried. As a detective, he’d learned to get inside the heads of those he pursued. It was a little bit worrisome that Gutierrez had come as close as he had.
“You think we cannot make you cum but we can, but more than that, we can deprive you of what you want as well. Would you like a demonstration?
A demonstration of what, Peter thought. It was all just a bunch of words.
“Let’s see if we can’t show you exactly what we mean.”
The man whistled and from someplace as yet unseen, a naked Black girl strolled out in front of Peter. She was a young thing with firm, full breasts and highlights in her hair, nice hips and ...
That was it, Peter told himself. Of course. She was the girl who’d challenged Sammie, the girl that he’d had to get between her and Sammie, the girl he’d ...
“I see you remember our girl Caramelle, don’t you?”
Remember her. Of course, he remembered her. He’d fucked the hell out of her.
“Does seeing her make your dick hard?”
No, Peter thought. No, it didn’t and yet it should make him hard.
“Look at that tart, Detective. Look at her flaunting herself. That’s not right, is it?”
Peter shook his head. Something was wrong. He knew it. Something was wrong but he knew he needed to get his dick hard.
“Does she make your dick hard, Officer? Does she?”
Peter couldn’t help but groan. He wanted his dick to be hard and yet it wasn’t and more than anything, that was bothering him. He needed to get his dick hard.
“She works for me,” the crime boss said, “but of course, you’ve already guessed that by now. I can give her to you if you’re man enough to fuck her. Are you man enough to fuck her?”
Peter nodded.
“Are you?” Carlos said. “Are you really man enough?”
Peter nodded again.
“So if I asked you to show me, if I asked you to show me if you could get your cock up, you could do it, couldn’t you?”
Peter could feel his panic growing.
Carlos laughed. “Relax, Officer. I know you could. I was just joking with you.”
Peter should have felt relaxed but he didn’t. The crime boss hadn’t actually asked him to defend himself, but it had been close and he still couldn’t seem to get his cock up. The crime boss had said it was all a joke and yet Peter couldn’t help but wonder if the joke was on him.
“Of course, I could help make you more of a man, but you don’t need that, do you? I should just let you take Caramelle in the back right now and I should let you fuck her.
“Do you want that, Officer? Do you want to fuck her?”
Peter groaned.
“What if I could make your dick hard? Would you like that?”
Peter didn’t even notice that the man wasn’t asking if anymore. He just knew he needed his dick to be hard.
“She works for me and she’s hot and sexy. You can work for me and you can have a hard dick, too. All you have to do is work for me.”
Peter groaned again.
“I like my employees to be very well taken care of, Officer. All you have to do is work for me.”
In spite of himself, Peter nodded and that was all it took for Carlos to press his advantage.
“I own you,” the crime boss told him. “I own you. You work for me.”
Peter nodded. He knew it was wrong but he didn’t care.
“I understand from Sammie here that you have two new female officers working in your division.”
“You will of course bring them to me for retraining. It is so much nicer when you can get the cops to break the laws for you.”
Peter nodded. He knew it was wrong but he knew he was going to do it.
“And now, all you have to do to get what you want is to arrest her.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Arrest her.”
“But I don’t have any handcuffs.”
“You don’t need any handcuffs,” Carlos said. “Just look at the little slut flaunting her body. Just do your duty, officer. Arrest her.”
Arrest her. How the hell was he supposed to arrest her?
“I told you, officer. Arrest her.”
This was stupid, Peter told himself, but he’d been told to arrest her and somehow, he knew he needed to do it. “Pardon me, Miss,” the man said.
“Yeah, what do you want?”
“I’m afraid I’m going to have to arrest you.”
The naked Black girl looked back defiantly at the man. “Yeah,” she asked. “On what charge?”
Peter just looked helplessly back at the crime boss.
“The charge doesn’t matter,” the man told him. “Just do it. Arrest her now.”
Peter just shrugged as he turned back to the girl. “It doesn’t matter what the charge is. You’re under arrest.”
“Oooh, that sounds serious, officer. I suppose I should put my hands up against the wall then,” the girl said even as she did exactly that. “What should I do with my feet then?”
“Spread ‘em.”
The man gasped as his cock surged to life.
“You mean like this?” the girl asked as she spread her legs and stuck her butt out.
Peter couldn’t wait to get his cock out of his pants and then he was reaching out and he grabbing on to the Black girl’s full, firm ass.
“I know you want to,” the girl said. “I know you want to fuck my ass.”
That was all it took. Peter stepped forward and then he was pushing his cock inside the girl’s tightest of holes.
“Oh yeah,” the girl moaned. “Oh yeah. That’s it. Fuck me. Fuck me in the ass.”
He loved this Black girl and he loved her ass but more than that, Peter was going to love how it felt when his cock finally came inside her.
“Fuck me,” the girl pleaded. “Fuck me.”
He almost came right then and there. Almost, but not quite.
“Fuck me,” the girl pleaded again. “Fuck my Black ass.”
Peter groaned and really, that was all it took. He could feel himself cumming and then he could feel his cum splashing inside the Black girl’s butt.
Sammie was hardly one to let herself out of the action. She’d just seen the other girl get herself fucked so moments later, Sammie was standing next to the Black girl in almost exactly the same pose, with her short, little skirt pulled up around her waist and with her hands against the wall and with her butt stuck out. “Arrest me, too, Peter.”
“Huh.”
The man stepped behind his partner and he stroked his cock. He wasn’t sure why but he just knew it was the right thing to do. “Spread ‘em,” he told the girl.
The man groaned. As alive as his cock had felt a moment before, it felt even more so now. He’d always known his partner was hot. It was what made her so good at her job but now, fuck, now he just couldn’t seem to get his cock inside her fast enough and he sighed as he slid his cock between her legs.
The crime boss just laughed at him. “You understand now, don’t you?”
Peter was barely listening. He didn’t want to listen. He didn’t want to understand. He just wanted to fuck.
“You can only get your dick hard when you tell a girl to spread ‘em, but when she does, you’ll be faced with an uncontrollable urge to fuck the girl you say that to. You won’t be able to stop yourself, but the more you do it, the more you’re going to want to do it again. Understand?”
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he understood, but for the moment at least, he just wanted to fuck and he could feel himself being about ready to cum.
And that’s when he came inside his partner’s cunt and the thing was he knew he was going to have to cum again. He knew it was over. He knew was going to do whatever Carlos Gutierrez told him to do.