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Jim sped along the deserted road. 'Damn!' he muttered aloud, 'Souldn't have stayed so long in that bar...but those bar-maids were something else...fabulous lookers, terrific breasts, lovely bums...and the way they were flaunting themselves like they did. No wonder we blokes kept drinking. There's no doubt about it, these pubs in the Deep South certainly know how to draw their punters...and keep them drink- ing. I suppose I've drunk too much. Oh well, it'll wear off.' Jim was from England and was in the U.S. on a business trip. He glanced at his watch. The luminous dial shewed it was nearly one o'clock, in the morning. 'I'll never make that connection,' he muttered to himself ruefully, 'Shouldn't have drank so much. He stepped on the accelerator. The speedometer needle moved to over eighty. The sudden whine of a siren and a flashing blue light crashed into his thoughts. He felt his heart pound in his chest and a kind of tightness grip his senses. Muttering curses under his breath he eased the pressure on the pedal. The policecar was close behind him. Jim brought the car to a slow halt on the verge. He wondered with frustration how these damned patrol cars seem to appear from nowhere, and always at the most inconvenient times. He rolled down the window as the cop slowly approached. 'Licence and registration, please.' As Jim handed the documents through the open window meekly and desperately thinking of some plausible excuse, he suddenly registered the voice of the cop. He looked up and gasped. The figure who was standing outside his car was not what he had expected. A cop all right, but not a male. It was a female, and not just any female. For a start, she was black, and extremely attractive, very. Unconsciously he let his eyes run down seeing a slim but shapely figure, and in particular, very out- standing breasts that jutted out beneath her uniformed shirt. They gave him the impression of being both intimidating and sort of arrogant rather than proud. Bloody hell, he thought, being stopped by a female, and a bloody beauty! He glanced back up to her face with a weak smile and noticed her eyes held that characteristic look of contempt. Oh, God, I could fuck you, he thought, you're bloody gorgeous. 'You know how fast you were goin', mister?' she asked gravely. Jim had been eying her figure and quickly raised his hungry eyes to hers: 'Well...I...er... ' He struggled to think of something but his brain was in a whirl. The alcohol didn't help either, and her very sexy appearance caused a lot of confusion. For one thing in particular, he couldn't understand why a female cop was on her own - without any male backup. 'Step out of the car, please,' she asked in that same tone but with a commanding ring. Jim climbed out with a sigh. 'Is that alcohol I can smell?' she asked sharply, 'You been drinking?' 'Well, er...yes. I suppose I have...but not much. I'm not...' 'I'll have to take back to the station. You'll have to take a breathalyser test.' At once, Jim felt his hackles rise. It was one thing being stopped, another being questioned, but what got to him was that this traffic cop was a female...a very attractive and sexy female, and a black girl. It was her air of authority that rankled him. 'Now look, I've got a connection to make. I'm English, you know...here on business. I've just got to get to Florida to meet a business partner. If I don't....' He could feel the sweat begin to form on his brow. His hands felt hot and clammy and he felt his stomach lurch. She looked at him sternly: 'Just put your hands on the car-roof,' she ordered. Jim adopted the position, his mind racing madly. Get a grip of yourself, he thought. He felt the black girl's hands run over his body. It felt queer to him, never having experienced that sort of thing before. You bitch, he seethed to himself. He felt her hand rest on his right buttock and remain there a moment... a little too long. Then, to his shock, her hand moved round to his front, up over his chest then down over his abdomen and to his crotch. In a short, brief moment he felt her hand press over his genitals and give just a quick squeeze. His senses went into a whirl. Her voice then barked: 'Hands behind your back!' 'Look, I say, is this really necessary? I'm not...' 'Hands behind!' she repeated. Jim sensed rather than saw that she had put her hand to her gun. 'I don't believe this,' he muttered as he resignedly put his hands behind him. Another shock crashed into him when he heard and felt a pair of handcuffs being clamped to each wrist: 'Oh, come on, now, this is ridiculous!' Without a word, the tall Negress took him to her car, opened the rear door and shoved him into the back seat. She slammed the door and went to his hired car removing the ignition key and locking the doors. Jim watched her in some bewilderment, her figure illuminated by the lights of her police car. Still without saying a word, she climbed in the front and drove along the dark road. 'I hope you'll bring me back to pick up my car,' he said, 'This is ridiculous. I'm not bloody drunk.' No reply came. He looked out to see where he was going. The car travelled some distance and then, to his consternation, turned onto a much smaller road and further into the impenetrable darkness of the night. 'Where the hell are we going?' he asked explosively, a sense of panic in his voice. Silence. Eventually, the car came to a halt amidst a clump of trees and foliage. No sound came from anywhere. All was dark and sinister apart from the headlamps of the police car. She got out and stepped to his side, opened the door and wordlessly dragged him out by his arm. Jim registered that she had a strong grip. A feeling of despair filled his troubled heart. His imagination began forming unpleasant images coupled with erotic scenes - the latter wanting to take precedence but suppressed. The attractive, black policewoman led him to the front of her car and curtly ordered him to kneel. He questioned the reason but meekly knelt. His fertile mind began assuming what was to come. In the light of the car's lower lamps she stood before him, and he watched spellbound as she unclipped her gun-belt. He caught his breath when she loosened her tight-fitting trousers. Excitement bubbled up in him when she began pushing them down. A gasp left him when he caught sight of a pair of pale-blue knickers. A smile or grin spread over his face. My Lord, she didn't have to put handcuffs on me for this, he mused. Then she pulled the gusset aside.... Jim's eyes widened in profound shock. His mouth went tinder-dry, his heart began thumping madly. He stared transfixed at the enormity hanging from her groin. Jim stared up at her in disbelief and horror. Now she was unbuttoning her blouse which was pushed out by the twin orbs. With profound amazement, he watched as she drew the sides of her blouse aside to reveal a pair of mouthwatering breasts, seeing the nipples that resembled dark-brown ripe strawberries. 'My God!' he gasped hoarsely, then turned his attention back to that male organ sprouting from the apex of her long, sleek thighs. In the next instant she seized his head, moved up so she she stood almost astride him and forced his face towards her frightening appendage. Jim felt disgusted as he felt the thick, curly black hairs rasp against his face and smelt the musky aroma. 'Suck it...suck my prick,' she ordered huskily. Jim's senses quite naturally rebelled. No way was he a queer, a homo, a fag. He was and always had been, 100% hetero. Again he looked up seeing only a female. Okay, so she was tall; but girls, especially black girls, can be tall. She's strong, as he'd found out when she dragged him out of the car; but these type of girls can be strong. Her voice, husky and deep, but there again, African, Afro-Caribb- ean and Afro-Americans generally have deep voices. In fact, listening to singers, one can hardly tell what sex the singer is. The only give away was that monstrous maleness. He gave a sob before the black penis, still flaccid, filled his mouth...awfully large eventhough not hard. He heard her Southern States accented voice give that command again, felt her strong hands grip his head, and that male organ begin to grow. It became big, awfully big, frighteningly huge. He felt the flesh expand and harden as it filled with stiffening blood. The immense dome quickly reached to the back of his throat. Once more he raised his eyes to check and confirm that this dark creature was female. He tried to see whether she possessed an Adam's apple but because of the shadow and dark- ness, was unable to see one. Jim gasped and almost choked when the penis became fully tumescent. It must have been well over nine inches and a good one and a half inches in diameter. A truly magnificent organ but so incongruous attached to a female. Then she began thrusting her hips back and forth. Jim started to feel something bumping his chin. He realised with further dismay that she had testicles - and they were full and ripe like tomatoes. Feeling depleted of any self-respect, Jim endured the abuse with stoic resolve. She pumped herself into his mouth, literally fucking him and he was helpless to stop her with his hands manacled and on his knees. He saw that her breasts seemed to grow bigger and her nipples likewise. Her body began to glisten with sweat as she rammed her weapon into his mouth. What went through his mind, among other things, was that, if this is what it would take to clear the charge of drink-driving, then so be it. It disgusted him, of course, but the whole business was so bizarre and somehow unreal. He could hear her grunts as she rammed her penis deep into his mouth. The bulbous dome thumping against his uvula and pharynx. He registered her movements increasing, her panting becoming quicker, and then, she gave a violent thrust while uttering a long, deep-throated sigh. Jim felt sickened as copious amounts of thick semen jetted from the eye of her huge prick filling his mouth. Instinctively he wanted to spit it out but she held him tightly forcing him to swallow the viscid fluid. There was one partial sense of gratitude in his mind...that there was no distinguishable taste; but at least, so he thought, the bizarre ordeal was over and done with. Now, perhaps, she'll take him back to his rented car and let him continue his journey and try to forget the shame. Jim fell sideways to the soft ground. She regarded him with that typical look of contempt. He could see her male member...still huge, and the droplets of sperm lazily dripping from the epicentre of the shiny corona. A shudder went through him at the disgrace of what she had forced on him. He gave a start when she crouched and unzipped his trousers. She reached inside, her fingers worming their way into his under-pants. He felt confused as his flaccid member was found. A very strange thing happened as they began to squeeze him. He was not in any way homosexual, in fact, despised them intensely, but his penis began to react to her touch. Then she stood up. Jim gazed up at her unable to suppress some admiration. She looked magnificent in the light of the headlamps. There was no question about it; but then she gave a sneer and pressed her shoe onto his exposed penis. Jim's short moment of pleasure swiftly changed to pain. The dark-skinned female grinned sadistically. 'Please...don't! Didn't I...?' 'Shut up, white trash!' she snapped, 'I can do what I like with guys like you. You didn't think it was going to be so easy, huh? No, mister, you got somethin' else to do.' She hauled him back up to his knees then stood close to him taking her wiltering penis in one hand. With the other she grabbed his hair: 'Now you just open your mouth for me, mister. I gotta piss.' In profound shock and further disgust, Jim stared up at her pleadingly. Her hand gripping his hair tightened, almost tearing his hair from his scalp. Jim couldn't refuse. He was helpless to do otherwise. She released her bladder filling his mouth in an instant and again his stomach churned as he frantically swallowed the strong, acidic liquid. All was silent apart from the sounds of crickets all around and his frantic gulps. It took a good 20 or 30 seconds for that second act of debasement. She pissed long and hard into his slack mouth, and as she emptied her bladder her penis began resuming its hardness in her hand. He tried desperately not to think about his plight, the utter humiliation inflicted upon by that beautiful Negress. Her deep, velvety voice then made him aware: 'I always need a good piss after sunkin'. Now, boy, you just lick it dry. I wanna feel your tongue all over my knob.' Jim stared at the mauve-coloured dome with confusion, his mind still whirling. He had to gaze up again at her dark, feminine features, looking for a brief moment at her jutting breasts. He felt the wetness on his shirt getting cold and realised he had spilled a lot in his attempts to catch the urine from her. She could see the dark stains. 'You should've drank it all, mister. You made a big mistake. You gonna pay for that.' Her tone of voice...the guarded threat, frightened him, so he licked the shiny dome with extra effort, hating himself and kept silent. Suddenly, to his profound shock, she turned about to present her magnificent bottom to his wide eyes. Like most people of her race, she possessed an awesome derrieré. A sob came from him as she manoeuvred herself over him, bent her knees and forced his head back. Jim closed his eyes tight. He knew she had positioned her anus to his mouth, and a greater fear clutched at his heart. For a moment he flickered his eyes open to see the dark, looming orbs of her cheeks flatten as she crouched, then he saw the ominous puckered anus lying there in that shallow valley. Panic then reared in his senses. All that he'd been forced to do before were just about bearable but this...this was going too far. 'No, for God's sake!' he gasped, straining his neck to keep a distance from her but finding it impossible with his head pressed against the hard, ungiving bonnet of her police-car. The black girl's anus remained poised menacingly over his mouth. He heard her order: 'I'm kinda hot and sweaty there, boy. You just use your tongue...and lick me nice.' Jim felt his heart pounding, his nerves ragged with apprehension. 'No, you can't! No!' The sudden pain that exploded in his groin made him screech. She had reached down and had squeezed his tender testicles...a vicious squeeze that made him weak and sickened. Sweat poured down his face and his shirt was drenched. Tears filled and fell from his eyes to join the droplets of sweat. 'Okay, okay!' he gasped. 'That's it,' sneered the black, statuesque hermaphrodite looking down at him over her shoulder, 'You're a worthless piece of shit...only fittin' for one thing...an' I'm gonna give it to you. You gonna be my fuckin' toilet, an' when I'm done, you gonna lick me nice an' clean, then maybe I'll let you go on your way.' 'Do you promise that?' he begged hoarsely, 'You mean that?' 'Come on, boy, I gotta go. Open that mouth of yours...now!' At what seemed an aeon, the horrific ordeal came to a close. The most disagreeable act he, or anybody could suffer, but with some modicum of relief, Jim obediantly licked her clean...anything as long as she'd let him go, take him back to his rented car - even did as she commanded - to insert his tongue as far as he could into that foul, tight aperture. It was that, his tongue inside, rotating, clenching it with her her sphincter, that caused her penis to swell again. She held its thickness, her testicles resting on his chin, as her male member grew back to its awesome size. She stood up and turned to face him, her dark brown eyes regarding him levelly. At first, Jim thought his ghastly ordeal was at last over. But then he saw that fearsome enormity again. His heart fell. 'Oh no, not again!' he wept. She grinned maliciously: 'You gonna suck my cock, boy, lick my balls...give 'em a nice suckin'. I wanna be all nice and lubricated cos I'm gonna fuck you. You be good down there or I'll rip your balls from you. I might even bite your cock off. You wouldn't like that.' Needing no further persuasion, Jim took her huge penis into his mouth. Because of its enormity he could only take less than half of its length. He submissively sucked it, almost choking when she rammed it in. Then she withdrew it, lifted it up to present her testicles uttering a word of caution. He took one gland and gently sucked, then she made him take them both with her frightening member lying on his upper face and betwwen his eyes. Soon after, she put her penis back into his mouth telling him to wet it thoroughly with his saliva. For what purpose he dreaded to think. The beautiful she-male then quickly took him by his armpits and hauled him to his feet. To his immediate fear she turned him to face the police-car and forced to lean forward. With a wrench he felt his trousers and under-pants being pulled down. Jim could only groan when he felt the nudging of her lubricated hugeness against his anus. Then he gave a cry as she assailed his virginal fundament. He cried out again as that unnatural extremity thrust its way deep into his shocked and protesting rectum. The pumping movements then began in violent thrusts, and while she cruelly violated him she began speaking to him between each drive, sending her penis tearing into him unmercifully: 'You...wanna...know...somethin'? There's...been...a...lot...of...kinky...murders...around...this...here... State. Men...have...been ...found...murdered...and...mutilated. We...down...at...the...Precinct...reckon... it's...down...to...perverts...fags...queers. We're...Uuugh...all...Uuuugh...lookin'... for... fags...Uuuugh... How you feel 'bout...that...Huh?' As she grunted she rammed her weapon deep inside him. For Jim, this was the ultimate in degradation. He could feel his insides being torn and rent by that she-male's huge masculinity. He could feel her heavy testicles thumping against his own. 'Oh, you bitch!' he gasped, 'Get it over with!' She griined, her brilliant teeth flashed in the lights of her car-lamps. She lowered her head and put her teeth to the lobe of his ear and bit. A groan came from him as the sharp, bitter pain exploded. She reached into his sweat-soaked shirt and callously pinched each of his male nipples, then reached down to grasp his flaccid, almost lifeless penis. For some while he failed to register what she had said, but then it dawned on him. "Men...found murdered and mutilated...fags and queers! 'Oh no, you're not...you're not...not me...?' Suddenly she gave out a deep long grunt. He felt her shudder and give his molested rectum a powerful thrust. She fell onto his back giving quick jerks of her loins as her second ejaculation took place. The whole length of her male proportions deeply embedded, her semen gushing into his bowel. It took awhile for her to catch her breath before she withdrew her dripping member from his torn and bleeding anus. The next moment she was lying beside him on the soft grass, his trousers wide open, his shirt pushed up to his chest. He gazed at her reproachfully, feling the pain in his backside slowly abate. His earlobe still stung by her vicious bite and his tiny paps felt tender to the night air. She brought her lovely face close to his: 'Hey, that was nice. Was it good for you, mister?' 'Not really. I've never had that done before. I'm not...you know...' 'Hey there, don't be so chaste, mister. You gave me a good time, but I gotta tell you somethin'. I always like a kinda memento from guys like you...my lovers. I've given you somethin'.' Jim looked at her puzzled. He couldn't help but admire her dark beauty even though she was.... He gave a sigh when she reached down to take his member in her hand and began maipulating it to an erection. A warm glow began spreading through him. She had such a gentle, knowing touch. Jim was be- ginning to feel at ease. The fact that he'd missed the connection he was planning for, and the business in hand, was all but forgotten. The handcuffs bothered him, but the sensation she was creating in his loins gave him such a weird sense of pleasure... the sense of powerlessness. He erased the sense of repugnance as her skilful hand promoted the libidinous excitement. There came also a strong affection for this black beauty regardless of her oddity - there was so much desirability about her...her fabulous breasts, her svelte, dark-skinned figure. Oh my Lord, he thought, am I becoming...turning to...? Now he was fast reaching the stage of achieving an orgasm. She sensed and felt his condition and put added pressure on her manipulative fingers curled around his solid stem. She coo'd into his un- damaged ear and darted her long, thick tongue into it adding to to his thrill as the eruption began its un- stoppable surge. Jim knew now just what this gorgeous black Hermaphrodite wanted from him. Well, the "memento" was about to be given. He guessed that she was going to dive down and take the "gift" into her mouth and swallow it with rapturous pleasure - just as he had done for her but with far less pleasure at the time. The thought of his sperm going down her throat made him more excited. Okay, you bitch...you prick-hanging freak...it's on its way. You can have it...all down your fucking throat...and you're welcome to it! With that thought bubbling in his mind, Jim began letting loose his salvo.... The soft, velvety voice came crackling over the police air-waves to the L.A. Precinct: 'Yeah, that's what I said...another body up on Highview Ridge. Same as the others. Some poor fag...Yeah, lost his cock an' balls an' got a belly-full of stab wounds. Oh, sure, he's got to be a fag all right...been buggered an' all... Over!' Jim was now just another statistic on file...number eight. 'Jeeesus!' muttered the commisioner, 'Won't these dumb queers never learn?' Policewoman Addie smiled to herself but made a concerned sound for his benefit. Her rich voice washed over him: 'Uhu...but they still go out there lookin' for their special kinda kicks, no matter how stupid...' 'There must be some freak out there with a collection of ghoulish souvenirs,' the Chief commented, shaking his head.' If the officer had been able to see her eyes, he would have seen there was a sparkle in them. The white-haired commissioner, soon to be retired, gazed longingly at the six-foot Negress as she stood with her back to him at a filing-cabinet - as he gazed at her countless times before. A black goddess, he had named her secretly to himself. He was caught by her classic features, high cheekbones, her black-shiny hair, her large, seductive brown eyes, her thick, sensuous lips, and those proud breasts that arrogantly thrust out straining her white blouse to bursting point. Also troubling for any man, she never seemed to wear a bra so that her nipples were agonisingly obvious; but above all those sexy features was her derriére...its very prominance as arrogant-looking as her breasts. He had said to himself over and over again ever since she'd arrived from the police academy that he's willingly give up half a year's salary to have the pleasure of kneeling behind her and bury his face between those fantast- ic brown cheeks of hers. He gave a deep sigh of resigned frustration. He knew could only look and wish. No point in causing an uproar, lose his job and the pension which he was dearly looking forward to. He did not know, of course, and neither did personnel, that magnificent creature possessed the awesome genitals of a male beneath her uniform, and that, when fully aroused, reached the impressive size of nine and a half inches (24.13cm)! Epilogue..... The pub, or bar, was still quite busy and the lights shone bright and gay. Various drinkers emerged and staggered off in pairs or small groups and were lost in the shadows of the warm summer night. Addie sat and waited patiently in her patrol-car. To help pass the time she slid her dark hand into the opening of her uniform trousers. Anyone seeing her would doubtless have been shocked to see the massive male organ in her hand. However, in the shadowy gloom - and because of her dark features - it would be virtually impossible to discern that anomalous object, plus the fact that she was so attractive. She suddenly stopped fondling her semi-erect member and stuffed it back into the confines of her skimpy knickers giving the zip a quick tug. A young man stepped out of the pub alone. He wasn't exactly drunk but had a noticeable stagger in his gait. To Addie's relief he went to a car parked under a lamp. He fumbled about with his key, opened the door and climbed in...a little unsteadily. Addie grinned shewing her brilliant white teeth. The young fellow turned the ignition and slowly reversed a few yards then drove forward...slightly clipping another car's bumper. Looking steadily at the moving vehicle, Addie switched on her engine and slowly drove after the car as it swung out of the parking area. She kept tail for a few miles and then gave the siren a quick warning wail then flashed her headlamps before accelerating and stopping in front of her prey. The young man looked both worried and exasperated, aware that he wasn't all that inebriated and had not done anything amiss except for that little clip in the car park. Then his expression changed when he saw that the police officer was a female...and a Negress! Taking up the immediate defensive attitude, he blurted as she came to his side: 'Look, what's wrong...what have I done? I'm not drunk! Okay, a bit squiffy, you know. How come you're a bla...a female? Bit dangerous ain't it...and on your own?' She looked down at him with a stern expression, one hand resting close to her revolver: 'Turn your engine off, please, and the lights. Now get out the car.' She glanced up and down the road. No other traffic could be seen, but as it was yet pretty early and on a well-used highway, she couldn't risk being seen. She felt him all over briskly. He smiled with masculine pleasure at her touch. He'd always wondered what it would be like to be frisked by a female cop. It felt good, but then that "pleasure" turned sour when she clamped a pair of handcuffs to his wrists behind him; nor was he happy to be led to her patrol-car and pushed into the rear seat. Although he protested and asked why he was being arrested, he felt disturbed by the sheer beauty of her. He found it hard to keep his eyes off her prominent breasts stretching her summer-issue blouse. He was also disturbed by the sight of her nipples that looked so inviting as they prodded out under the fine fabric; and then there was that rankling sense, that she was black. Somehow it didn't seem fitting - nothing seemed fitting! If she'd been a bull of a woman or a bloke, he might not have felt so...so...intimidated. Annoyed, angry, peeved, yes, but in this case he was just bewildered. Then a thought leapt into his mind...an erotic notion. Oh yes, but of course! She drove the car well away from the sparsely built-up area and well into the country. He began grinning now and feeling that something exciting was afoot. It stood to reason. Why wasn't she taking him to the police station? The effects of the small amount of alcohol was fast abating and he actually felt something stirring in his loins. In a quiet lonely spot Addie brought the car to a halt. He was happy to get out of the vehicle and step to the front of the car with only its lower lights on...enough to see what was before it as he stood against the front fender. She stood close to him - a little too close under the circumstances. She regarded him blandly with a hint of authority, her breasts very close to him. He knelt as she commanded. Still confused, a sense of excitement rose within him. His eyes were level to her crotch. His grin widened as she drew the zip of her trousers down. 'Oh gosh!' he muttered, and then repeated it. He gazed with eagerness at the sight of her silky-white knickers. He had heard stories about this sort of thing. Never dreamed it would happen to him. Always reckoned those stories were just that...mere fantasies. He nervously licked his lips as she inserted her dark fingers under the tightly-stretched gusset which seemed strangely bulging; and then his foolish grin vanished and a look of horror took its place. He gave a strangled swallow, a gulp and turned his startled eyes up to her face: 'Oh my God!' he croaked. In the next instant his mouth was filled with her fearsomely enlarged penis, her two hands holding his head. He felt the shocking male appendage plunge to the back of his mouth, almost past the threshold of his throat. Her voice, deep and resonant, crashed into his startled senses: 'Suck it...suck me, or you'll be in deep trouble.' For that split moment he was in a state of horror and utter amazement. He wrenched his head back banging it against the bonnet and from her grip. He felt the solid column against his left cheek and shuddered by the slickness of his own saliva. 'No!' he roared, 'I'm not a bloody fag! You're fuckin' sick...a fuckin' black pervert! I'm gonna report this! Take me to the station...arrest me...I'm not goin' to have a fuckin' black cock in my mouth!' His tirade was cut short by a blow with her fist, and then another. He yelled again cursing her and using the most explicit racial expletives he could think of. She then began kicking him in the stomach, his ribs. The toe of her shoe struck his head sending a myriad of stars flashing through his brain. Shocked by the vicious onslaught he was helpless to stop her ripping off his trousers and underpants. With surprising strength and adroitness she lifted him up and threw him over the bonnet of her car. He gave a strangled scream when he felt her enormity invade his rear fundament. He gasped with the sudden pain as she drove her hugeness deep into his rectum. He could feel its thick length surge its way inside and then the merciless pumping. He thought for a crazed moment that he was a girl...being brutally raped by some coarse paedophile. Tears came to his eyes and fell onto the shiny metallic bonnet upon which he was shamefully draped. The pain was awful at first, then it took on a dull aching sensation as she rammed and pistoned her maleness into him. He moaned and begged as she buggered him ruthlessly. It seemed to go on for ever until, with blessed relief, she pulled herself from his tortured rectum; but to his dismay, she threw him to the ground - fortunately soft and grassy - onto his back. In a flash, she was on her knees between his legs. She caught his knees and lifted them high and towards his chest, then, to his renewed terror, resumed the assault. Now he could see her with a confused battle in his mind. He found it beyond his comprehension...that such a beautiful, sexy "female" would be ravaging him in such a way. Her blouse was stretched to its limit, the buttons almost bursting from their anchorage, her nipples seeming to jut so sharply as to almost burst through the cottom fabric. He stared at her face seeing it shimmer with perspiration, her expression set with a determination to fulfill her obscene quest; and it seemed incredulous that he was actually being impaled fully on that immense fleshy "truncheon" of hers. Her movements began increasing and her thrusting more violent sending her penis deep inside to its very base. He felt the distinct thumping of her testicles against his exposed buttocks. 'Aaagh-aaagh-aaagh!' he gasped as the depravity continued. 'You fuckin' black bitch...Aaaagh!' A frown crossed her dark angular features, her eyes fixed steadily on his as she put her hands to his throat... and as she went on pumping her hips aggressively, she began squeezing......... 'Oh my God, not another!' exclaimed the Chief as the report was placed before him. He read it all through shaking his white head in disbelief. He looked up at Addie: 'It says he was strangled this time? Mutilated like the others. Just what kind of pervert is this?' 'Yeah, a real pervert, Commissioner,' murmured the policewoman, 'Apparantly while being sodomised.' 'How come you know that?' asked the Chief with curiosity, 'And another thing. How come you always find these guys...these victims?' He looked at her fixidly, a look that hinted at suspicion. Addie returned his gaze noticing how he paid undue attention to her breasts and for some time past - even caught him ogling her derriére. It was obvious what was going through his mind...and it wasn't the case in hand. 'You know,' he went on, 'maybe it isn't a psychopathic homo that's doing it. It could be something else being used to...you know...penetrate?' Addie knew she must work fast. This guy was no fool, and if she did come under suspicion a DNA would implicate her soundly, and then her collection of preserved genitals might be discovered. She smiled at him seductively: 'Commissioner, are you doing anything tonight?' His eyes gave him away immediately. He gazed at her like an idiot drinking in her Negroid sexiness. Whatever he had on that night it could go on hold. This is an opportunity he just couldn't pass over. She was making the move, something he couldn't afford to do. 'Look, we'd better keep this to ourselves,' he suggested guardedly, 'At your place?' Addie nodded with a suggestive smile. The Commissioner was cock-a-hoop with glee. I'm not too old for a fling, he mused, and to think, after all this time...Oh God, that ass of hers, those tits, that sexy mouth...Oh boy...Oh boy! He felt he was on Cloud Seven all that day, and it was hard to keep his pecker down. Meanwhile, Addie was also in high spirits. Okay, so the guy is around sixty, but a good, fine-lookin' sixty. She smiled to herself thinking of the retirement present she had for him.... down there between her long, sleek, ebony thighs tucked snugly under her scanty knickers - and I'm going to teach him a lesson for being so nosey she decided feeling her buttocks knowingly......
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