Chapter 28

Taking a sip of coffee from his mug, Sidney grimaced at the fact it had gone cold. He rolled his neck until it gave an audible crack. Putting his mug down on his desk he let out a soft groan, feeling some of the tension in his neck release. That was when he heard a voice from his phone that sat on his desk.

"What was that sound?"

The voice was sweet as honey as far as he was concerned. It was Moriah.

"Cracking my neck," Sid said. "We should get back on topic."

Moriah let the deflection sit for a moment. What he hadn’t picked up on in the conversation so far was just how much anxiety she was feeling. The time alone without Calvin’s constant meddling in every aspect of their hotel or her life had been a breath of fresh air but she didn’t want the cheating son of a bitch to be in jail. "How exactly did Calvin get arrested by ICE?"

Drumming his fingers on his desk, Sidney sighed. She already knew her disguised ex-husband had called him from lock up but with Sidney abruptly ending the conversation, not willing to take the verbal abuse they were light on details. “Lauren Brooks, one of your employees at the front desk let me know… after a long winding path of a conversation that Clara was at a birthday party. While she doesn’t know what transpired, though it seems she believes I stood Clara up for a date…” Sidney was not exactly getting to the point, he was using the opportunity to vent and grumble but before he could finish he heard the magical laugh of the woman he had a crush on.

“Clara being your girlfriend, yes I have heard the rumors and before you ask.. No, I'm not going to step in. I do not believe I should get involved with my employees' personal lives.”

Gritting his teeth Sidney grunted. “Back on topic. I have got a hold of Mathews, the slime ball. He was at a poker game. He is reaching out to a few people to see if we can find where Clara was taken.

Unseen by Sidney, Moriah was tapping the pad of her index finger to her bottom lip. “If you have this handled and Sidney, you better. We might need to end this. As much as I like making him walk a mile in feminine shoes, this has gotten too risky. It was Calvin who wanted this buyout to happen, not me.

Far as Sidney was concerned the longer the prick was kept away from the helm of the hotel and Moriah the better things were, but he also knew it was getting out of hand. “Moriah… Ms. Abrams. I believe Mathews and I can take care of this and I have a plan to help it go a bit smoother in the future. If you like, the two of us could get lunch tomorrow and discuss it. Maybe have a few laughs along the way.”

“Awww… Sidney, that is sweet of you to offer but if you got this, I will leave it to you, I have a dinner party in the next few days I have to finish arranging. Raincheck?”

This was not the first time he had tried asking the beauty out, but like every other time it seemed she was too busy. “Raincheck, yeah, we will get together another time. Soon though?” He asked hopefully.

“Mmm, Of course. You know I don’t know what I would do without you, Sidney and don’t worry about Clara’s threats about you being fired once Calvin is back from his sabbatical.”

Sidney was not really worried about being let go, if it really came to that he had enough blackmail on Calvin Bennent that the man would not be able to keep his full payout from the buyout, but he still had hope in the end it would be him and the intelligent woman he had fallen for, who would still be around. With that though the two said their farewells, Sidney not feeling upset about not getting to go out with Moriah, but instead feeling a bit of happy warmth and assurance from her words and how much she valued him.

While Sidney Larson was working on locating where Clara Diane Bent was taken and extracting them, Calvin was doing what he believed he had to do in order to save his own skin.

Not exactly making peace with things but feeling as if all other options were worse. Calvin, on his knees, looked up at the overweight man that held his future in his pudgy hands. “Okay… umm cutie… lets just do this.”

Liking where this was going but not enjoying feeling like a villain, Doug cupped the girl’s cheek. His self worth was low enough that he didn’t believe the girl on her knees thought he was cute and her hesitation was more than clear. “Sweetheart. Happy as I am, you know you don't have to do this. How about I take you back to your cell with your friends and family. Maybe that lawyer will petition a judge at their home so you and yours can go free before your court hearing.”

‘SWEETHEART!? My family and friends? The fuck is wrong with this far fuck?’ He thought feeling somehow more demoralized than he had first gotten to his knees, but he needed this much as he didn’t want it. Means to an end is how he tried to frame it, while his stomach did backflips and that was before he had a dick in his face.

Despite the offer to not suck a dick right there…Calvin didn't get up.

The seated man only looked down at Clara for a second before the realization dawned on him, how the girl wasn't taking the offer. She was staying right where she was. "Ah," Doug murmured. "So it's like that."

Calvin's jaw tightened. ‘Like what!?’ he wanted to snap.

Nodding Doug went for his belt, leaning forward as far as his gut allowed, fighting his buckle one-handed as he wiped off a bit of drool that was coming down from the corner of his mouth. Kneeling right in front of him, Calvin watched the clumsy routine. The lazy fuck was wiping his disgusting mouth with the back of one hand while reaching around his belly with the other with just as much skill as a toddler to tie their shoes inside a cramped car.

Popping the button and unzipping his pants, Doug pulled his semi hard cock through the front of his red boxers.

Calvin looked at the sight in front of him like it was a long dark tunnel, nowhere else to look other than forward at his destruction… his task to take care of to gain his and Maria’s freedom.

‘That's it?’ The thought flared, followed quickly by a wave of shame and true humelation. Doug was not the best endowed. The member was pale, practically thicker than it was long, and only half-hard. Dark hair framed it, with Doug's stomach folding down just above. Part of Cal had expected some porn god in endowment just to make him suffer more, not that this would be good by any stretch of the word.

Touching her cheek gently once more. Doug spoke to the little immigrant. "Well, go on."

Leaning in on his knees. Not knowing what else to do with his hands, Calvin planted them flat against Doug's trousers, one on each thigh. He could feel the radiating heat of the man's legs right through the fabric. Cal’s long dark hair tumbled forward the way it always did now, forcing him to tilt his chin up just to keep his vision clear.

Flipping his head to the side to whip the annoying hair out of his face, the act giving Doug a broad smile as Clara acted like some hot piece of ass from a tv show or movie with her hair flip. The overweight man’s reaction didn't even register as Calvin leaned even more forward so that the cock was less than an inch from his mouth, a movement that brought some of his hair back into his face.

“We need to get you a hair band. If you were my senorita I would buy them for you and so much more and just think, you could even become a real U.S. citizen if you were my wife.”

‘NO, NO, NO ¡Que se chingue eso, y que se chingue él!’ Calvin thought part of what went throughhis mind being the most complete Spanish sentence yet as he thought, Fuck that and fuck him! Not wanting to entertain what the fatso suggested.

The initial touch was the hardest part. Before his lips touched the dick he could smell the thing and it was not pleasant yet he had something he needed and this was how he got it. The cock was warm. Much warmer than Cal anticipated, despite being familiar with his own dick this one was soft in a way he hadn't fully accounted for. His lips had to figure out the mechanics simply by doing.

Feeling the girl's warm wet mouth.. Her perfectly cock sucking lips finally on him where they belonged, Doug groaned in bliss. She had hesitated before taking him into her mouth but her warm breath on him felt more like foreplay or so he told himself.

Pressing his face forward, eyes starting to water from the putrid act he was able to take half of the semi hard thing into his mouth before he froze, tasting the flesh and sweat. He just knelt there, smooth legs on the cold floor with his mouth full and his hands anchoring him to the man's thighs.

That was when Doug let out a low sound.

Cock in mouth, Calvin's eyes flicked upward, looking at the man through the curtain of his long lashes.

Gazing down at Clara, The immigration officer raised an eyebrow and tried to give her a pleasant grin. "You're not moving."

‘Of course fucking not!’ Calvin yelled mentally, making a muffled, noncommittal noise in the back of his throat. He couldn't have formed a coherent word if his life depended on it. The vibration of the sound made Doug cock twitch and grow inside the feminized man’s mouth.

"Oh," Doug breathed. Then, far softer, "Oh, honey. You are so hungry for cock you're savoring it."

Calvin's ears burned hotly as his stomach churned, he hadn't drunk enough to get drunk and now he wasn’t sure if he could keep from throwing it all up right on the cock in front of him… in him. Wanting to pull back and throw up, he kept his mouth exactly where it was and locked his eyes on the man's face. If he moved, he would have to decide how to move. Moving meant actively participating, and he just wasn't ready to cross that line yet.

"You want me to do it?" Doug asked.

Calvin blinked twice. Not sure how to begin to answer such a question. ‘What I want!? I want to murder you... I want my multi million dollar payout! I... I just want to go home…’

"Okay," Doug said, settling deeper into the chair. "You like it when a man takes control, I get that. I'll do it. You just hold still."

‘I do not want you to…’ Calvin thought, but Doug was already moving before Calvin could form a solid argument in his head, and the thought died right where it started.

The first thrust from the man bucking his hips was shallow. Doug rolled his hips off the chair barely an inch, paused, pulled back, and pushed forward again. Calvin's entire body rocked with the motion. The action was completely unexpected. He could feel the dick sliding along his tongue and go deeper into his mouth before sliding back. The act had Cal’s fingernails digging into Doug's thighs, but he was able to resist biting the thing off that is in his mouth.

"That's it," Doug murmured. "Your DSLs are just perfect. Girl you are meant for this." The man was breathing heavier now. He wasn't panting, but his breath had shifted into a slow rhythm. It sounded like a man walking on a treadmill at a low incline. Doug didn't stop with just a few bucks of his hips, he found a steady pace and stuck to it. Slow, easy, and infinitely patient with the unmoving girl. He acted like there was absolutely nowhere else in the world he needed to be. Each thrust pushed a little deeper than the last, sliding past Clara's lips until his lower lip pressed flush against the man's skin, only to draw back and start all over again.

The choking, the cause of it and the sounds was easily the worst part of it all. Or it would be if Cal could get past the taste and smell. The repeated action had Calvin’s mouth filling with saliva, the wet, and rhythmic action caused It to drip down the corners of his lips. It spilled directly from his own mouth and down his chin, and he was entirely powerless to stop them.

Squeezing his eyes tightly shut. To at least not see the act, Calvin quickly learned It was a massive mistake. Without his vision, he was forced to focus entirely on his own body. He felt the thing resting on his tongue and the constant friction dragging against his lower lip. A dull ache had started in his jaw and near the back of his throat. He was now just kneeling there practically like a sex toy instead of a person. Every movement made his loose hair catch and pull against the man's thighs, sending tiny, rhythmic spikes of pain across his scalp. His heartbeat hammered loudly in his burning ears.

And on top of it all, his tits were bouncing with every thrust.

Sitting on a bench for hours in the garment had been fine, but this was entirely different. He was forced to take shallow, rapid breaths entirely through his nose. Trying to breathe that way while a man steadily occupied his mouth was quickly becoming a serious problem. The lack of air made him lightheaded, which turned into a dizzying blur that completely destroyed his sense of time.

‘Has it been minutes?’ he wondered frantically. ‘Ten? An hour?’

At some point, the cock in his mouth had hardened and grew to its full length. He literally felt the shift happen. The shape of it changed in his mouth, against his tongue, thickening and firming until the head nudged the very back of his throat on every single stroke.

Around then Cavin felt the man’s meaty hand grab the sides of his head as the pace picked up.

Calvin forced his eyes open at the sudden change. He looked up the slope of the man's gut and found Doug already staring right back down at him. Doug wasn't watching his mouth. He was looking directly into Clara's face with a hard focus.

"Now we are getting somewhere," Doug whispered.

The meaty hands on the sides of the crossdressing man’s head weren't gripping him so much as steering him. Thumbs on his temples. Palms cupping his ears. The heat of them went straight into his skull and made his own burning ears feel worse, somehow, hotter. Doug started to use Clara’s head, her mouth like she was an object.

The rhythm changed, going fast and faster with shorter thrusts, not that the depth of the thrust mattered to Calvin as his mouth was used. Doug found the depth that made her gag and then stayed there and worked it, over and over, the tip of his dick, the head of his cock nudging that spot until he could see cum bubbles forming on her lips as the movement caused ispre-cum to become frothy.

"That's it," Doug breathed. "Breathe through your nose, sweetheart. You'll be alright."

‘Breathe through my nose! Fuck you!’ Calvin thought, furious. ‘There's a cock in my mouth. Where am I supposed to breathe, my ears?’

Still breathing was difficult and only getting harder as his mind started to dissociate. Two shallow sniffs of air between his face pulled down onto the rigid male member. It half-worked, which meant he stayed conscious enough to stay present for all of it, which was the worst possible outcome. His corset was laced tight, done so by choice that morning, its compression being a small comfort earlier in the day but now that every one of those little sniff of air felt rationed. His tits bounced with every thrust The saliva filling his mouth mixed with the pre-cum the face fucking causing it to foam slightly and all of it had become a full wet run down his chin and onto his own bare collarbone.

The cock went in deep enough that Cal thought he would die choking on a dick but then it was gone and then back again. His nose was crushed into the man's belly hair, his head was moved like a piston. Not sure how his mind was able to tell the difference between his suffering he believed the smell was worse than the taste and the taste was worse than the ache and all three of them were happening at once.

Calvin's hands had gone slack on Doug's thighs a while ago. His legs were freezing and his knees hurt against the cold concrete. Somewhere down the hall a door buzzed and a guard said something and a radio crackled, and all of it belonged to a different world. This was his world now. A fat man's chair and a fat man's cock and a fat man's thumbs on his temples.

Then Doug pulled all the way out.

The suddenness made Calvin gasp, a full gasp, his first real breath in what felt like an hour. The air hit his wet chin, raw lips, it was cold and glorious and it lasted at most three full seconds, because Doug's hands came back down and fed Clara his cock once more.

"Try using your tongue sweetheart and sucking so you can get your hard earned reward." Doug said,already feeling himself grow closer and closer to orgasam.

He then pulled her face down to the hilt. All the way. Clara's nose buried in hair, his balls resting on her chin.All the while Calvin didn’t have an ounce of fight left in him. Doug held her there at the very base and twerked his hips in small tight circles .

Calvin's eyes rolled up and his hands came off the man's thighs and grabbed them again, hard, nails in, and he made a sound that was not close to dignified.

“Ehhhmmmmm!”

"Good," Doug grunted. "Good, good, good." He let go of her briefly only to pull her back down as she started to come off him. This time he didn't stop halfway and his pace only increased. He face-fucked her properly. Long, deep, driving strokes till her lips were taking every last centimeter of his member in her mouth, then back out to the tip and back in. The wet sounds were practically roaring in Cal’s ears and his hair was everywhere.

‘This,’ Calvin thought, half-delirious. ‘Is me… I’m…I’m a cock sucker…’ He thought, tears were streaming down from his eyes.

Even with all the crying his eyes were open but they saw nothing. Doug's gut rose and fell in front of his face. His own lips were stretched around a dick, his jaw ached and his throat was sore. ‘Am I just a hole for cock now?’

Doug's breath caught. "Okay," he said, his voice and breathing ragged now. "Okay, sweetheart, I'm close. I'm close. Stay with me."

Calvin made a whimpering noise that sounded like something much more sexual with the thing in his mouth. All Doug heard in the girl’s sound was “Use me, fuck me.. Give me your cum!’

That is when Doug shot his load, his cum into Clara. It started with a long, low groan from the man as his grip of the disguised Calvin grew tighter.

The cock in Cal’s mouth somehow grew slightly more as it twitched before something warm shot from it. He could feel and taste the substance, watery, yet creamy with a slight taste of salt. While he had never tasted it before he knew exactly what it was.

The first shot caught him in the back of the mouth, where his throat was already raw. The salty cream went down without him having to do anything about it. The second one didn't. It pooled on his tongue, warm and thicker than he'd expected leaving Doug's cock still pulsing and still half-buried and Calvin's mouth.

‘Swallow,’ he thought. His body was so tired he didn't have the strength to pull away and desperately he didn't want to drown in cum or or choke on the fat fucks dick.

It went down easy, more of a paste than a liquid, and the taste sat in his mouth afterward like it was planning on moving in.

Above him, Doug was going through the end of it. The man's whole body had gone rigid and then close to limp, his thighs trembling once under Calvin's palms, his grip on the sides of his head easing by degrees. A long low groan from the man tapered off into a contented sigh.

"Good girl," Doug breathed. "Good, good girl."

‘Good girl. There it was again… Is that what I am?’

Calvin's eyes stung. He hated crying and had told himself he was done crying. Yet that was before today, but it was still a lie considering how emotional he had been. The tears were still coming out of the corners of his eyes.

With one final twitch of his shrinking member, Doug pulled himself out.

The cock slid free with a soft wet sound. Calvin's mouth closed slowly around the absence of it. His lips were swollen from the abuse, just as his throat was raw. There was still the salty, slimy taste coating the inside of his cheeks. He sat back on his heels on the cold concrete, hands finding his own lap, hair a mess, face flushed and streaked and shining at the chin.

That was when he felt his stomach start to heave. Moving back to being on his knees, Cal fell forward onto his palms as he threw his arms out to catch himself and then began to cough and spit before he began to retch up the contents of his stomach.

After a good five minutes of emptying his stomach he looked up at Doug, because there was nowhere else to look in the blank interrogation room.

Feeling good, Doug looked down at the girl that was clearly inexperienced in giving Fellatio. His little mouth curved into a smile.

‘If I could have a wish, it would be to murder you… you son of a bitch!’ Cal thought.

"Well," Doug said. Then, after a pause, softly: “Let's get you back to your cell…”

“WHAT!?” Calvin snapped, the one loud word hurting his sore throat. After a few more coughs he followed up on his outburst. “You said, I would be free!”

Nodding, Doug checked his pants. “Yeah, yeah. Ms. Bent you and your cousin will be free, but I’m no genie. The only wish I was able to grant you was a nice cum snack. Getting you out of here takes time. So come on don’t worry your pretty little head about the details, just get up so you can wait with your people.”