They propose an alliance

Freed from the handcuffs, and with the door wide open, you make your way out into the bullpen of the precinct. That's what you think they always call it in cop shows on TV. You think. What do you know? Looking around you see that 99% of people are female and attractive. And every single woman would not be out of place in a fashion magazine or wrapping themselves around a strip pole. There's several women at desks dressed similarly to the chief in miniskirts and blouses almost bursting with cleavage. About twice as many women are bustling about dressed like that Max chick, looking more like strippers in police costumes than actual officers of the law. Amid the activity you also spot a cute blonde girl dressed in a pair of brown booty shorts and a button up brown halter that could give a bikini a run for it's money with how much tit-flesh is on display. She's apparently delivering a package. You were already walking around with a semi-chub but as the delivery girl bends over you have a very clear view of just how tight her shorts are. 'Painted on' sounds like an accurate description since it's very obvious she's going commando by the very blatant camel toe she's flaunting.

Well, the lawyer-horse dude did tell you anything you wanted to do you could. So if you shoved the blonde delivery skank over the nearest desk, ripped off her shorts and roughly brutalized her asshole, who would stop you? You're approaching the blonde in a trance, hands reaching for her still bent over ass (she's been in that position for a few minutes, is she posing?) already imagining her strained squealing while you gape her rectum and how her ponytail will look swinging in time with your thrusts when you're interrupted by a hand landing on your shoulder and spinning you to face the speaker.

"Excuse me sir, Chief Neils was looking to have a word with you." Trace broken, you turn with a startled 'Wah!' Smooth moron. Blonde delivery girl straightens up and joins the other nearby women in staring at you quizzically. Maybe you won't be fucking the blonde just yet you think while eyeing the newcomer who interrupted you.

You take a moment to admire the lovely chocolate beauty before you. She's an early twenty-something woman whose features say 'cute' more than 'slutty' and her figure doesn't have the gazongas that most of the other ladies seem to have, but her rack is still very respectable. True to this world's fashion though, she's wearing a grey miniskirt that's only slightly wider than a wide belt and her blouse doesn't even have buttons, just a plunging neckline that goes straight into the front of her skirt. You stare at her chest openly for several seconds and think about just burying your face between her knockers and motorboating her until you figure out which hole of hers you want to bury your dick in.

"Um...sir?" she asks in a soft, almost timid voice and your eyes fly up from her rack to her face. "T-the chief would like to see you." Oh right, blonde-gazongas-mcslutty-boobs. You nod loosely like the dumbass you are and the black girl's expression goes from trepidation to relief. "Right this way please."

Following the tightly packaged ass swinging temptingly with every step, you think about just throwing her on the floor, spreading her legs and plowing her. Just cause her knockers aren't huge doesn't mean she can't give a good tit-fuck. And just because her face is more 'adorable' than 'porn star' doesn't mean you can't paint her face with jizz or enjoy her tearful expression while you suffocate her with your cock. Right?

The dark skinned chick leads you to one of those doors that looks like it leads to a private eye's office (you need to stop watching so much TV) and opens the door for you, gesturing you inside. Once inside you see the blonde bimbo herself looking equally confident and whorish sitting behind her desk and a tall, amazonian black woman with a pixie cut and a trench coat. Once fully past the threshold, the door closes with a solid 'click' behind you and you're in a dim room with two very stern looking women.

"Hello sir." The blonde states again in a somewhat friendly tone that gives you the impression she's not used to being 'nice'. "I'd like to introduce myself again and sincerely apologize for that misunderstanding with Officer Guzz." Her smile is a bit strained as she stands behind the desk and walks around with an outstretched hand towards you. "I'm Chief Zuka Neils."

You shake her hand and throw a questioning glance at the dark, pixie-cut amazon silently regarding you two with a severe air. The Chief notices your look and paints on another smile that you would have noticed as slightly nervous if you had the social graces to read expressions accurately. "Ah yes. May I introduce you to Agent Frelling of the CIA?"

Your eyebrows almost leap off your face at how much you raise them. The CIA? THE CIA!!!?? THE FUCK-MOTHERING CIA?!?!?!!! How the fuck intense is this place? Agent Frelling simply nods at you minutely and seems to take your measure silently. You almost physically feel her gaze run up and down you several times. What you do notice is on every pass her eyes lock onto your crotch for more time than would be appropriate in polite company. While she eyes you up and down, you return the favor. The only skin she's showing are her face and her feet. Everything else is covered by her trench coat. First impression is she's clearly model worthy (face-wise at least) and her lips are pillowy and soft looking. Your dick hardens at the thought of what it feels like to slide between them. She's also fucking tall. You're about five-six or seven. She's easily over six-eight. A few of those inches have to be because of her open toed heels. Her footwear looks more appropriate for clubbing or streetwalking than some government job. You have a sudden mental image of picking her upon some street corner with her wearing a tiny bikini and slipping a five into her thong and you let out a sudden 'schnrk' as you hold back an inappropriate laugh.

Agent Frelling takes this as her cue to speak up, her voice is a smoky growl. "The Cunt Intervention Assessors do not take the recent rash of violent deepthroated sluts in such an amused manner Mr....?" She starts out authoritatively but trails off with uncertainty when she realizes she doesn't know your name. The chief and agent look at you expectantly and you honestly have no clue why. Eventually the hamster wheel turns in your dim skull and it occurs that nobody here knows your name.

"Umm..David. My name is David." And just because you think stuff like this is funny you continue in your idea of a dramatic tone, "I. Am. David! The great and mighty!" The chocolate hottie opens her mouth to say something, but you don't care (or notice) and add in a sotto voce whisper, "Some call me...." and burst out at the top of your lungs "DAVID!!!!" You take a moment to grin at the attractive women in the room and both of them are staring at you like you're certifiable.

"'....Okay. Well Mr. David, the reason we've called you in is to ask for your assistance in subduing the most heinous facefucker. You see..." Agent Frelling has just started some sales pitch and you suddenly remember that ABLE MASTER did tell you that no matter what the situation, you'd get some chick to blow you. Time to put that to the test.

"Suck my dick." You interrupt the agent's speech.

"Excuse me?" she asks, suddenly losing her momentum for a moment.

"If you want me to listen, then I want my dick sucked." you state simply. Almost like a spoiled child.

"Um..." Agent Frelling ventures with a hint of hesitation. "Do you want me to do it? Or...?" she gestures to the Chief with a questioning look.

"I...I can suck your dick if you need me to..." the busty blonde trails off.

You shrug without a care. "I don't care which of you sluts throats my cock. But I need my dick sucked, and it needs to be now."

The two women look at eachother for a moment before the Chief presses a button on the phone at her desk and says "Penny, be a doll and come in here. We have a situation that needs you."

A bright, cheery voice answers in a professional, "Be right there Chief Neils." And a few seconds later the black girl who lead you to the office earlier enters saying, "You called me Chief?" You recognize her voice as the one from the intercom. She must be the Chief's assistant or something. Your detective skills are off the chart right now.

The Chief gestures to you and says, "Agent Frelling and I were just about to try and enlist Mr. David's aid, but he needs something taken care of right now."

Penny looks at you and you finally notice her hair is in a pair of braided pigtails. You grin creepily at her with the thought of handlebars. "Oh, sure!" the perky chocolate assistant says. "What do you need help with?"

"He needs you to suck his dick Penny." the Chief answers.

This makes Penny pause suddenly. "Oh." She looks at you and her eyes trail down to the bulge in your pants. "OH!" she exclaims as her eyes widen in sudden realization and look back up to you. Her expression is alarmed as her gaze jumps between your face, crotch, the agent and her boss. Agent Frelling's expression is stone, but the Chief gives her a 'hurry up and do this!' look while tilting her head in your direction. Penny is suddenly all fake smiles and kneeling in front of you. "Of course I can suck your dick sir! Nothing makes my day like sucking the cock of someone I just met!" she states while working the button and fly of your jeans open and down.

"Take off your top." You tell her while one of her hands rubs your boxer clad bulge and the other is poised at the waistband to release you to her slightly parted lips.

"Beg pardon?" the hot assistant asks while looking up at you, bulge inches from her face.

You clarify, "Take off your top and let me see your tits." She looks back to the Chief who gives her a pointed glare. "C'mon bitch. I don't have all day." you state while placing a hand on the top of her head. Without a word, Penny hurriedly strips out of her blouse and reveals a pair of creamy, chocolate jugs to your leering gaze. "Nice." You breathe out while taking a breast in each hand without invitation and kneading the perky, soft titflesh. Penny winces slightly, but doesn't make any other move but to get back to releasing your dick from it's flimsy cotton confines. Your cock was always average at best, but you can't help but smile at the almost fearful look on her face as she sees it bounce out to meet her face-to-face. She does nothing but stare at it for several seconds with her hands resting on your pasty thighs. That just won't do. Putting one hand on her warm shoulder to keep her from standing up and to keep your balance, you move the hand you had on the top of her head to the back. Pulling her face closer to your rampant erection insistently, you demand, "Hurry up bitch, get to sucking!" The cute, chocolate assistant only gets out a tiny squeak of alarm before you take advantage of her parted lips and impale her mouth with your dick. Her expression is wide eyed shock while staring at your waist, like she doesn't believe she kneeling topless in her boss' office with a stranger's dick in her mouth. She finally seems to realize she's supposed to be doing something and looks up at you with confusion. "Well cunt?" you ask her, pulling her head with a bit more **** onto you. She continues to stare up at you before you get frustrated and take a braid in each fist to start guiding her.

"Think of it like making out with his cock, Penny." Chief Neils decides to coach her subordinate. "Don't touch it with your teeth, massage it with your tongue and gather your saliva to kinda soak it."

You decide you're not going to take this standing up and shuffle back to plop your scrawny ass in a couch against the wall facing the Chief's desk holding Penny's head. You're rocking her face in your crotch the whole way. Thanks to your pigtail-assisted grip on her, it's not too difficult to keep a rhythm going while she follows you in an awkward shuffle on her knees.

Agent Frelling adds in her own two cents and takes a step or two closer, watching the scene and licking her lips. "Bob your head up and down. Use your neck to keep up a rhythm while you bounce your face on his cock. Don't make him do all the work unless he wants to." The dark-skinned cocksucker seems to take this constructive criticism to heart and begins to slurp and move on her own. You cautiously let her continue to make sure she's doing something right. The Agent adds, "Try moaning and humming every now and then too. Maybe experiment with different angles."

You feel a delicious vibration run from her mouth into your cock and up your spine and groan out an appreciative, "That's sooo much better." Patting Penny's bobbing head patronizingly, she looks at you with a happy expression that's she's doing this right. "Good girl."

"Now then Mr. David. Since Penny is taking care of you, perhaps we could return to our proposal?" Chief Neils asks. You give her a 'go ahead' wave and she nods in a satisfied manner. Looking to Agent Frelling, the dark beauty currently not polishing your knob seems to be getting a little warm since she is opening up her trench coat and revealing what she's wearing underneath. She's definitely fit and muscled, but not in a way that detracts from her femininity at all. All that's covering a pair of gravity defying, big, pornstar worthy tits is a strip of cloth just wide enough to cover her nipples and all she has on below the waist besides her heels is what looks like a g-string just wide enough to cover her pussy. You instantly get even harder in Penny's mouth and your hips do a quick hump up in an instinctive move to get balls deep in the gorgeous chocolate amazon. Penny let's out a pleasantly surprised 'mmmpgh' at the sudden deepening of her blowjob and thinks it's in response to her valiant efforts to please you.

"Mr. David." the Agent begins again. "This rogue facefucker and his rampant mouth **** of the innocent, helpless sluts of this city have the population in something of a tizzy. Schoolgirls are walking to or from school with the fear of being randomly pounced on and having their throats brutally pounded. MILFs masturbate furtively on their porches, terrified of the thought that their assholes may be destroyed before they're **** to taste their own rectum on a rock solid man-pole. Even the fine, slutty law enforcement of this fair city is not safe as an officer was **** to her knees and drank so much splooge and had her mouth so completely violated that she's still in a cock overwhelmed shock. We need to put a stop to this." Agent Frelling is trying to sound inspiring and self assured, but honestly, all you heard was that the city was filled with hot chicks both young and old and someone was enjoying their holes in the most savage way possible. Sounds like your kinda guy. That is, you heard the interesting points above Penny's 'GHHLRK, GGLUUG, SCCHLUCK' as the Chief's adorable assistant took an admirable initiative and was forcing herself down on your cock with less and less regard for her comfort. Like breathing regularly for example. Her lips and chin were a mess of spittle and precum froth while her eyes were red with painful tears running down her face to join the mess from her mouth and continue down her chest to glaze her tits with a concoction of your pleasure and her effort.

Frelling regards you heedless to the sounds and sight of the assistant gagging herself like a **** whore on your cock. "That's where you come in." You just stare at her stupidly. Well, you're half staring at her and half zoning out at the tingle in your hairy nutsack signaling a rising orgasm. "We need someone of your caliber to help us predict what the facefucker will do in a given situation. What's the connecting thread between his targets that we haven't seen? And if we need to set a trap for him, we need you to help us test the whores we use as bait to make sure they can handle the most savage face-fuckings imaginable." Her expression is triumphant as she caps the speech off with an energetic, "Will you help us bring this villain to justice?" She looks down on you and her expression becomes a little startled as she seems to remember that you were receiving a blowjob this whole time.

You vaguely heard a question and answer the only way your lust addled mind can manage. With a rough grip on Penny's head, you take over and **** your cock down her throat. Gag reflex or not, you are nutting straight into this bitch's stomach. "Oooohhh, fffuuucck yessss, you whhhooore! EEaaatt iiittt allll! SSSOOO MUUUCCCHHH!!!!" And with one final tug to bury Penny's nose in your pubes as her lips meet your pelvis, she gives a choked gag and makes an admirable effort to handle the meat pole spasming in her gullet and cutting off all airflow in a way she'd never experienced before. You shoot a multitude of sticky, white-hot ropes of jizz down the dark beauty's throat and all she can do is brace her hands desperately against your thighs and twist her body helplessly as she tries to find some angle to relieve the discomfort of your suffocating grip. After what feels like minutes, you start to come down from the intense release and become vaguely aware of a tickle at your thighs. You look towards your crotch and see Penny's eyes are rolling back in her head from lack of oxygen, the poor slut is practically limp. The sensation you felt was her hands twitching feebly as she faded into unconsciousness.

Chief Neils claps her hands with an exclaimed "Excellent!" as she took your earlier outburst as an agreement. Striding over to you, she leans over and gives you a wonderful view into the valley of her cleavage as she pats her assistant on the ass several times. "Great job Penny! Mr. David looked like he liked it. Now I need you back at your desk. Those papers aren't going to file themselves." The Chief takes a none too gentle looking grip of her assisant's pigtails in each hand and firmly yanks her head back off your cock with a wet and very audible 'SSCCCHLURCHK' and drops Penny's **** body with an uncaring 'thud' on the floor of her office.

Agent Frelling continues without skipping a beat. "I'll be heading up the task **** on the ground to capture the facefucker, so of course you and I will be working closely together with frequent field reports, debriefings and consultations to you. But in the interest of partnering with local law enforcement and having someone familiar with the area be our 'eyes and ears on the street' as it were, you will also be paired with an officer familiar with the case. Her job will be to familiarize you with the area and be your guide." Frelling looks to the Chief and she sways to her desk to pick up her phone, dial a number and speak for a hurried minute in hushed tones.

After a few minutes, the door to the Chief's office opens and in walks the statuesque, raven-haired, big-titted, scary-as-fuck stripper-cop this whole debacle started with. She takes in the scene with what someone with more braincells than interest in jacking off would recognize as aggression when she entered, surprise at seeing you, and moderate envy as her eyes moved back and forth between your spit shined cock and the mess of an assistant passed out on the floor.

Chief Neils reintroduces you with a very well kept amusement. "Mr. David, may I present Officer Maxine Guzz. She'll be your partner on this case as I believe no one is as dedicated to getting her chance at the facefucker than her." Max narrows her eyes at you, but even you can't miss the effort it's taking her to keep her eyes on your face and not on your cock. "I believe you two have been acquainted?"

You are so gonna nail this cunt in every hole until she begs to be yours. Giving her a sleazy grin, you answer with, "Charmed as always."

She tears her eyes away from you with effort and deadpans to the room, "And I need sensitivity training?"

This will be awesome.