David: CIA Recruit

Getting jerked off by the CIA agent has left quite an impression on you. And it clearly looks like she's the one in charge here anyway. You've always been a lazy slob which translated into being a total conformist later in life, so in the end you figure that sticking with the ebony hardbody might be your best choice for now. Plus she gives killer handjobs and you've always wanted to fuck a sassy black chick. All that heavy mental effort takes you several seconds during which Agent Frelling looks at you expectedly, impatiently posing in front of you with both hands resting on her thick hips. Your mucous white cum runs down the spotless skin of her muscular calves leaving behind moist trails glittering in the warm light of the stereotypically dim yellow light bulb cone illuminating the abundant lacquered wood in the room.

Her face takes on a look of mild confusion while you take several seconds to perform this great feat of logical reasoning, finally stuttering out a reply: "No, nothing to discuss here, Agent ... Frelling", obviously taking a look at the small tube top covering her tits to remember her name and admiring the clearly erect puffy nipple almost cutting through the fabric underneath.

Relieved that you finally produced some kind of response, she turns her striking gaze back to the bossy blonde behind you. The pixie-haired professional casually ignores the fact that the police chief has just attentively watched the representative of the mighty CIA agency jerk off her protégé's still throbbing cock just moments after declaring that she will take over the investigation of the most pressing crime the town is facing. She continues in a neutral, professional tone acting like the clumpy globs of cum all over proudly emblazoned panties and her visibly damp chocolate-hued pussy are completely within regulations: "Good. Then we will proceed according to process. I will come back to you soon Chief." while the heavy smell of your magically enhanced record-breaking load fills the stately room.

Wearing a no-nonsense expression on her stern, attractive face, she adds: "I'll take David on a small tour" While you nod in affirmation like a total retard, she saunters towards the door, swaying her juicy hips with each resonating, striding step. While passing next to you, her hand closes around your cock in one smooth, determined motion. Not bothering to look back, she motions with her other hand for you to follow her while dragging you by the monstrous uncut dick, leaving you no other choice but to hurry behind her. The familiar sensation of her silky but firm grip around your meat is enough to make all you reservations vanish and you're just about ready to follow her anywhere anyway. As she exits, she closes up her coat again, appearing mysterious, determined and slightly threatening at once while your jizz dries on her sluttish exposed body underneath. While maintaining her cover of being just your average, towering ebony amazon woman seems reasonable, you'd honestly much rather see her barely functional slut-uniform. Nevertheless, duty is duty.

Lounged behind her bossy desk, the blonde MILF chief sarcastically huffs a barely audible "I can't wait...", obviously not content with her new status in the investigation as agent now in charge strides outside, with you in tow. As the tinted door closes, you find yourself getting tugged along as she determinedly strides through the chaotic, lively space, the hems of her plain black agent trench-coat flapping behind her. Despite the ever unyielding commotion, nobody seems to seriously freak out after seeing a tall black woman pulling a scrawny, emaciated slob behind her by his massive cock like a pet on a leash. You get a few surprised looks, mostly from the chicks who seem to be just visiting to settle some minor complaints, but the majority of the women, practically all of them at the very least pretty, and most plain jaw-droppingly hot, eye you with either stoic professional indifference, amusement or, more often than not, plain old wanton lust written all over their faces.

Just briefly scanning the room, you catch several women steal glances at the exhibitionist procession with thinly veiled hunger in their eyes. Several police women and civilians alike are "subtly" fondling their tits through tight uniforms and sneaking hands down booty shorts and "skirts" that would make a porn director proud. One particularly horny alternative-looking Asian chick with purple highlights in her lush raven hair literally salivates as she flicks her tongue back and forth across her neon-coloured lips and proceeds to shamelessly finger-fuck herself, plunging both her hands inside the fitting bright yoga pants wrapping tightly around her slender legs, visibly showing the outline of her petite asian coochie.

Despite half the women in the precinct acting like wanton sluts, not even the toughest of the stripper-cops dare getting in the way of the imposing ebony amazon before you, and dutifully stay clear of your path as she strides through the bullpen with a series of determined loud clicks. One of her lacquered heels is still covered in a drop of your seed, betraying the presence of more nut-butter on her entire midriff despite it being shielded from hungry eyes by the far more modest detective coat. If you look closely, you can make out mushy spots on the back fabric between her legs where the torrent of cum you covered her with managed to soak through the fabric. However, you're more focused on the other thing her coat doesn't quite manage to hide - Agent Frelling's thick booty, the outline clearly visible underneath the rather nondescript dark material as it jiggles and sways alluringly. In case rising up in the ranks of some secretive government agency doesn't work out - twerking her phat ass through some music videos and building up an army of thirsty followers seems like a sure fire option.

Fully intending you to focus on her thick behind and very likely intentionally putting even more sway into her juicy hips to keep you from asking any more dumb questions, Frelling navigates the maze of desks, counters and offices with unfettered determination, her trench-coat giving her an air of noir mystique now that contrasts starkly with the skimpy clothes underneath. You follow a few more turns, which you spent leering at your guiding ass before you bump cock-first into something soft and warm. A haughty and indignant gasp interrupts your in-depth examination and forces you to gaze towards the source of the disturbance.

Your girth left a wet, cock-shaped mark imprinted on a tightly hugging pencil skirt that ends up long before the knee, but passes for "classy" otherwise. The soggy wet spot reaches across the zipper neatly running down the crack of a perky ass. Perhaps the wearer didn't see or hear Frelling in time, perhaps she didn't care - she looks important enough to act that way. Her top is a classy white blouse that is just transparent enough to show the outlines of the lacy bra underneath and so tight that it squeezes each and every one of her luxurious curves. You can only see the back of her head, but if her flawless brunette wavy hear made up into a smart bun is any indication, she is gorgeous. If the chocolate CIA bunny on your side is a stacked like good old American muscle, the sophisticated bitch before you is more akin to a curvy Italian sports car. You lick your lips in expectation.

She turns to you, the shrill and impatient tone of her voice full of arrogance and righteousness instantly becoming a major turn-off: "What the fuck! Am I invisible? Or just surrounded by idiots??"

She is now facing you. And her front certainly doesn't disappoint. She's more on the slender side and less a full-on “busty slut" like the Chief, but that doesn't make her any less fuckable. The skirt nicely highlights her extremely slim waist and the classy stockings below look amazing on her dangerously long legs. Her face is beautiful, classic Italian elegance, a few loose strands of hair framing her alluring movie-star features. She wears expensive-looking round rimmed glasses that give her an air on intelligence and cool refined elegance. All in all, she looks just like the type of bossy bitch you're just itching to see **** on your monster cock.

The only thing stopping you from yanking her to her knees right then and there is her facial expression. Her immaculate lipstick-covered lips are pouted in a mean, impatient growl and her beautiful dark eyes burn like two scary, pugnacious embers. She seems to be used to bossing people around and it didn't take much to send her into overdrive. Additionally, she has a rather bad case of resting bitch face. You can’t deny that it doesn’t add to her stern and dominant aura though, and given how fine her features are, it still leaves her at "drop-dead gorgeous".

Before even seeing you or looking at what you actually touched her shapely butt with, she starts scolding you relentlessly: "Did you just slap my ass? Do you know who I am? Oh, I will make your life an even more miserable affair than it already is, whoever you are". Whoever she is, she must really be someone important, throwing around threats like that.

Oh, if she only bothered to look down to see what exactly has just touched her, she would have probably eviscerated you on the spot. Thankfully, Frelling comes to the rescue, immediately drawing all of the heat from you. The two sluts obviously know each other, and there is bad blood between them. The towering black woman’s voice almost makes the air crack despite the prissy **** cordiality of her greeting: "District Attorney Cannoli, always a pleasure meeting you. Don't you think you are overreacting a bit though? Just bumping into you hardly constitutes sexual ****, don't you think?"

The chocolate amazon and the aristocratic brunette lock eyes in an intense standoff. The tension in the room is almost palpable. Perhaps the D.A. has been pissed at you before, but now she's most definitely fuming seeing the tall, svelte amazon on your side. Her voice almost crackles with fury: "Agent Frelling. Always a pleasure to see the Cunt Intervention Assessors around us normal policemen."

Her chillingly cold tone of voice leaves no doubt about the true feelings of the bitchy lawyer-slut. She gives your face a brief, dismissive look before adding:

"Looks like you brought some new colleague along. Let's hope he will help you to be more successful than what you achieved so far. I've got local politicians wetting their cute little panties about getting their regal faces violated and so far I've had little I could give them in the way of assurances to keep their milfy juices from flowing".

Thankfully, the curvy black agent hides your glistening filth-covered veiny cock from view with her juicy, thick booty as it hangs securely just out of the oblivious DA's view.

If you weren't a total idiot, you would have figured out that bumping your meat into her professional rival was no innocent mistake on Frelling's part at all, but unfortunately you're not that blessed in the brain-cell department. Besides, the familiar sensation of her hand stealthily wrapping around your girth behind her back while she continues speaking undisturbed comes as a total surprise to you and soon the mind-numbing, soothing effects chase such intricate trains of thought from your limited mental horizon.

"Oh, this is Recruit David. I'm sure with his expertise we will catch the heinous enemy in no time. He's an expert on throatfucking, you should know. Especially the rough, degrading kind.".

Frelling speaks about you with understated professional enthusiasm while she blindly coaxes your cock back to full mast with expert, sure motions. You put on your best inviting smile but end up looking more like a creepy pervert.

Meanwhile, the oblivious Italian replies with a stunnigly bitchy facial expression and laughs coldly, not even bothering to throw you more than a quick glance, before she vents her frustrations: "I would hope so. Although I had hoped to see someone more impressive in his place. After all, making all those absurd and false accusations about me being involved with local criminals should have taught you to be more careful". None of them seem to have an issue in discussing you plunging your thick cock into the throats of some poor sluts, regarding it with professional indifference.

You can't see Frelling's face right now, but you can imagine that at this point it's filled with the same barely concealed fury as the Italian’s before you. The motions of her hand increase in speed and intensity and an occasional subdued wet sound escapes as she plays with your foreskin and pleasantly drags it across your cockhead.

All around you, the policewomen, office bunnies dressed like Penny and the other assorted hot sluts in the precinct continue to pretend like they are doing their job. However, the room has grown noticeably more quiet around you and you can literally feel their gazes burn into your monstrous, bulging pallid cock as it is jerked off by Frelling's chocolate hand just out of DA Cannoli’s view while the two dominant alpha women trade blows. None of the assorted sluts of all colors, tall, slender, busty and everything in between dares to intervene to notify their superior however. Perhaps not surprising, if she's that much of a bitch to them as well.

After a brief pause, the Nubian "CIA" agent replies, her tone still cordial: "Oh, about that... I have a few documents here I would like to show you".

Cannoli smirks arrogantly while Frelling fiddles in the waist pockets of her long coat. She gives you another reproving look, apparently having forgotten about your unimpressive presence in the meantime. You see a shimmer of suspicion run across her face as her hand darts to the back of her escort skirt to feel the cock-shaped soggy print you left behind, but she is interrupted by her towering rival once again who in the meantime produced a stack of photocopies and displays it in front of her:

“We have finally been able to get some of those photographs done. Some of our agents happened to be nearby and spotted you in some quite unique and interesting company. Does this seem familiar to you?”

The lawyer-slut’s finely chiselled features flinch a tiny bit upon getting her eyes on it, but she immediately rearranges herself into an aggressive posture:

“What am I supposed to be seeing here? Me going for a walk? Is this what you girls have been busy with?”

Frelling switches to the next photo, triumphantly thrusting out her ample bosom:

“That wouldn’t be a problem at all, really. But some quite interesting people happened to be in the vicinity.”

Cannoli grows visibly restless, apparently not quite at ease with what she is being shown:

“No idea who that is, and I’m not quite sure how you can now from that bad image. You CIA girls really need to work on actually dealing with crime instead of those absurd conspiracy theories”

The trap finally springs (even if you don’t realize it yet) as Frelling switches to the next photo in her stack at a leisurely pace. All this time, she keeps the images in one hand, dexterously switching between them with swift movements of her lithe, strong fingers. Her other hand keeps discretely jerking you off, now with intense motions of her wrist that occasionally have you moan pathetically as she locks down her accusations with a slightly jubilant edge in her proper voice:

“Of course, it might indeed be far-fetched to suspect the District Attorney, especially one as distinguished as Ms. Cannoli of meeting with well-known figures from organized crime, but here we can clearly see Rosa Spunkiano, in the flesh, and quite clearly happy to see you.”

Your towering companion adds a dramatic pause that doesn’t fail to have the desired chilling effect despite the clearly audible moist claps as your cock is still being lubed by the ebony amazon’s hand and the few pathetic moans escaping your lips as well as an audible "plop" from a drop of pre-cum that collects at the tip and drips down onto the ground.

"So, do you have any kind of explanation for this **** coincidence, District Attorney?"

During the past few seconds a whole gamut of emotions ran across the haughty, intelligent Italian features in front of you. However, Cannoli is used to getting what she wants, and she's not giving up without a fight:

"Is this what you CIA sluts do between wiggling your tits and asses in those bleeding-heart lesbian's faces in Congress? I was trying to keep the city safe while some maniac runs rampant and rapes the throats of the ordinary sluts in the streets!"

Even you can imagine Frelling is smiling triumphantly right now, even if you can't see her:

"I'm certain that you could have found other channels than the local mafia family. Besides, we have quite a few reasons to suspect the Spunkianos themselves are complicit in the recent string of tragic events."

Ignoring the protestations coming from the attorney, Frelling's hand pulls you forward. Your emerge from behind her just in time with her next words, your naked scrawny legs now in full view, your thick, pulsating monster cock swinging before you like a disproportionate battering ram on your emaciated body, dripping globs of creamy, musky pre-cum onto the floor:

"We therefore have reasons to interrogate you about your role in the process. Recruit David will assist me for this task"

While the haughty Mediterranean bitch opens and closes her mouth in complete and utter trepidation at the admittedly unnerving sight of a sickly slob approaching her while directing a already cunt-shattering, half-cocked pulsating veiny meat pole at her, crowned by an angry red crown still half-covered in lipstick-adorned foreskin, Agent Frelling uses the moment expertly to silently slither forward, magically not producing any sound with her semen-decorated heels but somehow managing to sway her juicy booty with each step like she's on a catwalk.

Before DA Cannolli understood what hit her, your black "boss" locks a cable tie around her elegant bronze wrists tightly. Only then she finally opens her mouth, if only to complain and curse wildly:

"You don't have have any right to do this!" She rattles against the cold, hard plastic, making her perky tits jiggle: "Fucking spook bitch! You'll fucking pay!"

Looking back towards you, she notices three things: 1) you have come a step closer 2) you are wearing a textbook "creepy pervert" smile on your already repulsive features 3) you're openly stroking your aggressively pointed dick nonchalantly and it continues to grow. A lot.

All this understandably produces a raging storm of cornered, feisty Mediterranean fury: "And who is this disgusting slob! Get away from me you perverted imbecile, and perhaps I won't lock you up in some shithole forever where you can cool off a bit in the Arizona heat!"

Before she can spit at you, Frelling knocks her down onto her knees with a swift, acrobatic motion of her long, sculpted leg so that instead of your face the spit she was preparing lands on your dick which she is now at eye level with.

Your pervert grin grows larger than humanely possible, going almost from ear to ear as you rub her spit into your skin with slow deliberate motions, maintaining eye contact with the unwilling cock sleeve beneath you, so haughty and bossy just a few moments ago. The fact that in this universe, any bitch is just one fall from grace away from getting her face fucked by you fills you with **** gratification.

Your towering companion finally seals the deal in the meantime, dispelling any notions Cannoli might have had in the mean-time and forcing a look of defiance with gritted teeth onto her ridiculously pretty face:

"Don't think we are not authorized to do this. Directive S1-U7 permits handling of suspected domestic terrorists at a field operative's discretion."

Towering behind the submitted DA, Frelling's smart, cold almond eyes give you a short run down, locking into your crotch for a few long moments as you take all the time in the world to jerk off, surrounded by barely dressed sluts each of which wouldn't be out of place on the cover of a Penthouse or a fashion mag.

Biting her full ebony lip, the pixie-haired Amazon finally looks up at your face locks eyes with you. Her perfect features betray little emotion, but she gives you a sly little wink just as she says the magic words:

"All yours, Recruit David".

Basking in the moment, you take one last look around to see whether any cop-slut might interrupt you. Instead, you find most of the onlookers in various stages of wanton arousal, a significant number already fondling their tits through their tight stripper crop tops or darting a hand into their uniform hot-pants discreetly. Some have formed small groups and are snickering to each other, commenting on the events unfolding before them. All eyes in the room are locked at your meaty cock. They're waiting for a show.

Oh you'll give them a show alright. If you could, you'd crack your knuckles right now. Time to get to work.