Captain Spritz, angry and with huge tits

At least that's what the comically large gold badge in between two melon-sized mammaries mashed into your face tells you. Thankfully it's positioned conveniently because otherwise you'd get lost in the impressive valley of cleavage stretching before your eyes.

The scantily dressed cop that has almost knocked you over with a simple touch is one solid, scary mass of muscle with tits and a massive ass sprinkled in for good measure. In fact, she is so large that her watermelon-sized tits, somehow still magically not showing any kind of sag are right at your eye level. If Frelling is muscular, while still being lithe and amazonian like Wonder Woman, this bitch is more akin to She-Hulk. And she's anything but happy right now. There's a high chance of you being smashed.

You take a brief moment to take in her form (something that requires you to work your neck quite a lot given her gargantuan size). Being built like a tank, her gargantuan fuckpuppies, barely stashed away into her uniform top, don't look disproportionate at all. Even if you saw her from afar, you'd probably switch to the other side of the street, but having her just a few steps away from you is something else. And if the aggressively frowning expression on her butch, angular face, powerful jaw raised aggressively and nostrils heaving is anything to judge by, your chances of survival are quite low. Hearing her low, smoky voice right after blissfully facefucking some educated looking-slut in the middle of the precinct, you spazz out, helplessly wiggling your legs while she makes the room shudder thunderously: "WHAT ZE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?", the heavy German accent only adding to her frightening aura.

She stops shaking your frame for a moment, waiting for some semblance of a response, giving you a moment to collect yourself. Your still engorged cock comes to a halt last, announcing itself with a loud, wet flop against her impressive abs, leaving a perverted musky trail as it slowly slides down her rock-hard muscles. Although some of the few remaining brain cells in your dome signal that you should spend the time formulating some semblance of a response, there's still too much blood in your massive meat, so instead you spend it ogling the threatening blonde's body. The "captain" is wearing a similar slutty uniform like the raven-haired cum-guzzler, more akin to a pervert's wet dream of police attire than anything remotely functional. To be fair, if what the white horse told you is true, the whole "debauched dream world for a perverted, pathetic loser" part might just be true. To make matters worse (and your cock harder) it looks like it might come apart at the seams just about any moment now. The Captain's hardbody curves are stretching the latex-like fabric to the absolute max. It's really rather unbelievable she could get into the thing at all.

Despite looking like Stallone and Schwarzenegger in one female package, her baby-making hips and giant tits still manage to arouse you. Your cock twitches happily, shooting up a few chiselled blocks along her impressively defined abs, leaving behind your trademark smelly layer of cum, lipstick and spit. Below, your balls end up slapping against Cannolli's face, just as the uppity slut was finally finishing coughing up a mixture of phlegm and sweat and disgusting, curly hairs from your unshaven nuts, struggling to breathe. Given how the bitch has a really strong gag reflex, it has taken her some tremendous effort to stop retching up throat juices all over her expensive clothes. Just as she is about to finish, your taint ends up slapping against her fine nose, making her wince with a mixture of anger and disgusted surprise before she collapses into a series of gagging noises again as the stench reaches her poor unprepared nostrils.

Despite this triumph, unfortunately for you, this also has the unfortunate effect of ending the patience of the blonde tank holding you in mid-air. Just as you finally manage to look up from her titanic boobs, you catch something remotely resembling a smile forming on her face. Wolfishly flashing rows of pristine white teeth, she instead ends up forming something that looks like a scary robot malfunction. Suddenly you feel the ground move away from you, as the big-titted tank flexes her arm muscles:

"DO I HAVE TO SAY: PLEAAZZEE" The thundering, wrestler-like short-cropped blonde roars while yanking you into the air by the hems of your shirt. Underneath, the bossy Italian you by now completely forgot about sputters as your cum-churning balls are finally dislodged from her face.

Not that you care - you have bigger problems right now. Not only are you being lifted into the air like a sheet of paper, no, most scary of all you can hear a faint metallic whirl as she lifts you into the air. And you have seen enough action movies to know what that means. "I ASK AGAIN: WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE ARSCHLOCH?" She waves her arms angrily each of which is larger than your head, making your frame quake like a leaf in the storm. You are seriously contemplating crying for help again before she really hurts you. A single flex of her bicep could probably crush your head like a rotten cantaloupe. "TALK, OR I MAKE YOU", she adds menacingly. At this point, the discomforting faint metallic whirr is unmistakably audible as she shakes the shit out of you into the air as you wiggle your hairy legs helplessly.

A furious: "Arrest *cough* this man captain *cough* *cough* assaulted me" emanates from underneath your hairy nutsack, coming from the spit-covered, cum-encrusted features of the fine DA Cannolli. You hear a wince after a fleshy slap - apparently your "CIA" escort is keeping her in place. Even though she doesn't get it the first time, screaming "AHHH, you uppity spook!", after a second slap and guttural gagging noises (sounds like Choco-tits is getting playful back there) the bitchy Italian shuts up. Noisy cunt - she should stick to the script.

Speaking of sticking to the script - you should really should think of something now. Even if the female Terminator realistically cannot hurt you, assuming what the white horse told you is true, you don't want to test your luck. You're scared. A massive hulk of a woman is about to make turn you into a pulp. Under any other circumstances, you would have wussed out long ago. It's only due to her massive rack you're not whimpering in fear and begging for your life.

If you would have a mind capable of more complex trains of thought like planning your groceries more than a few hours in advance, you would maybe consciously feel this amazing universe is really adjusting itself to your comically perverted desires - the Hulk-like blonde tank lifts you even further off the ground, now holding your scrawny frame in one perfectly, robotically still hand. "Weak. Pathetic." - the German amazon teases while your huge cock dangles inches away, barely avoiding slapping onto her tits. Despite probably having trouble fitting through some doors in the precinct, the blonde officer looks positively alluring from up here, her cavernous cleavage presenting an obvious target for your perverted fantasies. Seeing this prodigious expanse of titflesh, you momentarily forget your rather unpleasant predicament and find yourself smirking sleazily, your hand darting to your uncut cock while you shamelessly eye-fuck the massive mammaries on full display.

Deciding to enjoy the view for a little bit longer before you face certain ****, you play for time, your voice cracking as you speak: "Officer Tits sir, I wasn't doing anything I swear. I keep getting my dick into some whore's mouth without even trying, it's not my fault.". Smooth talking was never your forte. To be fair, it's not too far from the truth. And then again, if it keeps her from breaking your face while you jerk off your musky uncut monster mere inches away from her angry face, you've succeeded.

In fact, The Colonel (or was it Captain? Her badge is now hidden from view, and you have other things to worry about than remembering such details), now seems to have calmed down a bit, spreading her sculpted, muscular legs with clearly defined calves wide. Judging by their impressively toned shape, she could ride more than just a rodeo. Her absolutely massive, thick baby-making hips wrapped in the skin-tight latex hot-pants and stretching don't lie - despite her angry demeanour she seems to be affected by what she sees more than her face lets on - her large puffy pussy lips are clearly visible through the shiny extremely tight-fitting material.

"There was some trouble Ms. DA", you improvise while continuing jerking your monster cock inches from her face, "But then she turned out to be bad and I had to punish her". You continue, furiously jerking you cock and pointing it towards her attentive face.

A few drops of sweat run down the cropped midriff of her uniform shirt leaving behind glistening, trails on her impressive six-pack. Drips of pre-cum and jizz dribble down onto the stacked slut's enormous, gravity-defying capital-T Tits, running down around the weighty police badge perched between her knockers. Finding a uniform for this stacked definitely is quite difficult. The fabric looks dangerously stretched over her gigantic, firm melons and does little to hide her huge, erect nipples from view. Yeah, she definitely likes your disproportionately huge dick. In your mind an unfamiliar, but welcome thought process begins as a rare thing happens - you are truly fascinated by something - one might even say, challenged: Will those monster knockers be able to fully envelop your new, huge monster dick? Will your cockhead emerge triumphantly as you fuck her tits? Or will even your new gargantuan fuckstick disappear between those puppies?

"Damn, those are some amazing knockers, Colonel Tits", distracted, you blurt out ramblingly, accelerating your fapping.

With your eyes laser-focused in the gigantic cleavage window offered by the uniform top that looks just about ready to burst at the seams, absent-mindedly you thrust your pelvis forward, your feeble attention focused on measuring the gigantic tits using the tool at hand - your newly engorged dick. Aiming is not one of your maxed skills though - your swollen cockhead hits the giant badge hanging right above the giant canyon of titflesh and you recoil backwards after the sudden unpleasant sensation.

Below you, the bitchy attorney-slut manages to get a coherent sentence out again, the sensation of your sweaty balls mashing into her nose and filling it with their rancid still rather fresh in her memory. Spitting out stray pubes, she scowls from her degrading position, making your balls hum pleasantly: "LISTEN TO THAT! He is DERANGED! Deal with him Captain! He must bee ... " - her words once again interrupted by the CIA agent ramming something down her throat and producing guttural noises.

Finally, the blonde police tanks parts her giant puffy lips. Resolve hardens in her eyes. "Your heard her, bastard. Time to say goodbye", her voice deadpan. That alone is enough to make cold sweat run down your naked, hairy backside. But the real threatening thing is the fist she raises back up slowly. Your cock deflates rapidly. You sob. It's over. You fucked up your chance of being in a paradise of cocksucking bitches. You're going to die. Again. For real this time.

Your cock twitches, still in your hand, aimed up at her face. Never mind your lustful dreams from a few moments ago, despite being hard as iron, you lose control - terrified and fearing for your life, you let loose a rancid, thick stream of piss.

Immediately filling the room with an acrid stench, the first burst hits the butch blonde in the jaw. The intensity of the burst is enough to stop her dead in her tracks. Shuddering in fear, you spread the almost unnaturally powerful flow (damn, you really had to piss, didn't you), and rapidly soak her face in a pungent coating of piss.

The effect of surprise is complete and total. For both of you, that is. Feeling like you just pulled a reverse Blitzkrieg (albeit with some cheating), full of surprise, you cherish the sight of the piss stream soaking into her rough, leathery skin, soaking into her eyebrows (one of which has a scar running though it), and soaking into her short-cropped hair. Some of the sour piss has already started collecting around her immensely powerful jaw and dripping down. You giggle in sudden, liberating elation, watching rapidly growing rivers form and cascade down into the valley of cleavage formed by her giant mounds.

"Ahhh, you slut ... ", you gasp loudly, while she is preoccupied with other issues, namely not drowning as she is being bombarded by a river of your piss. "Did you just try to kill me?" She tries to open her eyes and mouth a few times, but you **** her to close them by aiming directly at them, producing a series of comedic "glurghs" as you hit the back of her throat. "Not so tough now", you scream hysterically, ", are you, ... Tits?"., directing the stream directly onto the fleshy orbs and soaking her uniform.

Finally, she gives in, and her hand starts to tremble as you continue soaking her. Given your general lack of fine motor skills, your aim is far from perfect. Spurts of piss past fly everywhere. Some of them end up hitting the shocked police sluts watching the spectacle making them wince. Some run for cover, hiding behind desks. But not all of them get the memo. Emerging from around a corner, carrying a stack of documents, some office helper walks right into a particularly wide-flying burst of piss. Not seeing much behind the stack of papers larger than her, she shrieks loudly as the documents are soaked through and a river of piss covers her face. Your recognize Chief McSlutBoobs helper's voice, and can't help but cackle hysterically. What was her name again? Jenny? Her slutty blouse soaked, baring cute round knockers, the cute pig-tailed girl heroically tries to collect the now ruined documents, from the puddles of your piss all around the floor before a brave cop-slut manages to pull her to safety.

Closer to the source of the stench filling the room, the butch slut has shifted trying to shield herself from your rancid **** with her free hand. Manically cackling as you enjoy your sudden advantage, directing the seemingly unending stream into her unshielded nose, making her gargle on the river of piss running down into her mouth as she struggles to breathe. "That's right, drink my piss slut" you power-trip, emptying your bladder all over the sluttily dressed mix of bodybuilder and pornstar.

Finally, absolutely soaked in your rancid body juices, she starts to give it. At first her totally immovable hand starts to twitch slightly, spreading drizzles of the pungent liquid all over the room, soaking a few poor girls and sending a lot more running for cover. Finally, she trembles, redirecting the flow back into her own cleavage accidentally, where a small lake of piss has already formed , slowly accumulating dripping out at the bottom and continuing it's path down her glistening abs to her way-too-tight latex uniform shorts (or panties, rather) to the wet pool below. Completely overflowing even this sizeable reservoir, the warm piss cascades downstream, soaking through the fabric of her uniform making it cling to her like a wet t-shirt contest. Her badge, completely glazed by the stream, glistens obscenely in the cold light filling the room.

Keeling over, the humiliated German slut finally lets you go and launches you backwards into the air, where you fly while a final drizzle of piss you send out splatters into the room. Although you succeeded in freeing yourself, your trajectory sends your back on collision with the polished hardwood below. The realization makes you shriek like a girl as you brace for impact.

Instead of a hard, back-breaking fall you are instead stopped by something soft, warm and pillowy. Slowly opening your eyes, you claw behind you, and realise that the surface has the familiar feeling of a pair of chocolate tits you just played with. Confirming her identity, the (definitely female) person bracing you grips around your girth as the last drips of piss drizzle out of your head, her experienced hand expertly pulling back your foreskin. Looking down, you see Feeling's ebony hand around your drizzling monster. You feel her hot breath on your ear as she whispers into it: "Though I should help you out there a bit, recruit".

Giving your foreskin a methodic, pleasant tug, she nibbles on your earlobe a bit before continuing: "Not a bad job there. Crude, but effective I guess. But we have to work on that extraction part."

The "CIA" agent mashes her tits into her back. You feel her second hand fondle your balls for a bit before continuing further below. Before you realize what's going on, she massages your prostate with one of her skiillful. The sensation is intense, sending convulsions thorough your body. But at the same time, it is not unpleasant and your cock goes back to full mast in no time. In fact, it feels like you could cut diamonds right now. Her other hand still stroking your dick, the ebony vixen chuckles into your ear while she subtly molests you from behind: "I'll deal with the Captain for now. I want you to keep our little friend under watch though. Wouldn't want her to run off. Perhaps you could find some ways to get along, huh, David?"

She removes her second hand, but before you grow disappointed again, you feel someone's hot breath under your crack. Cannolli's unmistakably bitchy voice cries out from below: "I won't stand for this! You're all going to jail for the rest of your lives", her voice slightly hoarse. And inches away from your hairy crack.

You smile pervertedly, and lick your lips pervertedly before replying: "Oh, I know just the thing", reaching behind and groping the agent's pillowy, whorishly exposed tit hard.

This is going to be so much fun.