...With An Iron Throat

"It's normal for Lin to do what I say when I want to blow a load.", he stated the obvious, but the reminder did naturally cause her to direct more of her attention to the small-time thug by her side.

The missive she was writing was important but the man had already declared his intent and naturally she had to aid him in expelling the contents of his balls in any way she could. No matter how repugnant she found the task. This was just common sense.

The regulation of her subordinates' libidos was just one of a commander's responsibilities. She didn't much like it. But it was a reality she had to deal with. If not for her metal cages encasing their unruly loins, each and every one of her male officers would shamelessly take part in perverse exchanges, allowing their cocks to dictate their actions rather than their sense of justice.

Dealing with this low-class citizen's urges were much the same except she couldn't make use of her favoured remedy. Not until he did something inappropriate or broke the law anyway.

"Stand up and take off all of that armor."

"Of course." Lin Beifong suppressed a sigh, anticipating the request. With a sense of resignation, she rose from her seat and walked over to the vacant armor rack. Each motion was executed with purposeful efficiency, for there was no value in prolonging this encounter. The quicker she complied, the sooner she could redirect her attention to the weightier matters that demanded her focus.

She took the initiative to remove the rest of her clothing as well. She would like to think this man would be quick with only the need to press some clothing aside, she judged it unlikely. He was solidly built like an ox and she'd taken notice of the abundant evidence of his maleness in his pants when he'd first walked in.

She folded her clothes and underclothes neatly and set the on the corner of her desk as she returned to him. There was a sleazy grin on his homely face and his hands went straight to her breasts, squeezing them with his roughly calloused fingers. "Some alright titties…but damn-" he released one to trail down her abdomen, "Nice abs for an old lady."

She braced herself as he dipped lower, his fingers trailing over her naval and down to the soft mound between her legs. As his fingers parted her labia, she clenched her teeth in anticipation, expecting to feel the blunt, coarse sensation of his fingers, but his touch was delicate and careful. His fingers gently traced the contours of her vulva, drawing gentle circles over her sensitive flesh.

"I would appreciate if you'd expedite this."

"Sure thing, doll," he responded, his words dripping with smugness. As if to demonstrate his boldness, he reached around and firmly grasped her toned buttocks, his hands palming her firm cheeks.

"I've been meaning to check out that ass of yours. Damn fine booty for someone of your age. Now, go ahead and get on that desk. Hang your head off the edge," he commanded, his crude directives leaving no room for negotiation.

Without a word, Lin acquiesced, silently ascending onto her desk. The surface, cluttered with paperwork and memos, required swift rearrangement to create a clear space for her body. With deft efficiency, she moved the items aside, making room for the impending encounter. Inwardly, she suppressed her revulsion and focused on the objective that demanded her compliance, the weight of her duty pressing upon her with each passing moment.

The door to her office opened and Officer Zhang entered, clutching a stack of papers. She saw his eyes widen with surprise at the sight of his commander lying naked on her desk, her body exposed for him to take in, but there was no hesitation in his steps. He simply took note of the unusual situation and approached her with his usual professionalism. "Chief, I have the report you requested on the Triad infiltration at the warehouse on Yangchen Boulevard. Is this a good time?"

"No," Lin stated in a matter-of-fact tone, her response punctuated by a dismissive wave of her hand. "Put it on my desk and return to your post. I will look over it later."

"Of course, Chief." Zhang responded with a respectful bow of his head. He placed the stack of papers on Lin's desk and quickly exited the office, closing the door behind him.

"Hehee you must be quite the old whore if your men don't bat an eye to see you laid out like this, ready to get your pussy rocked"

There had been nothing lacking in Zhang's comportment, his surprise at seeing her nude form was understandable but he'd realised what was going on quickly enough to master his reactions. He was a good officer. "Do get on with it."

He didn't.

There was a rustle of clothing and he approached the side of the desk where her head was situated, and in that moment, she was confronted with the unsightly view of an exceptionally sizable phallus looming above her. A disconcertingly large, hairy scrotum dangled beneath it. Traversing its length, a prominent, engorged vein snaked along, while the swollen and prominent head glistened with pearly droplets of pre-ejaculate. It was a repulsive sight, yet her commitment to her duty outweighed any personal revulsion she may have felt.

She knew what needed to be done.

Her hand gingerly scooped his balls forward until her stretching tongue could weave circles upon them. If she scooted forward a little, her lips would have been able to add to the stimulus, but he pulled from her tongue’s reach.

"Heh. I've got somethin' better in mind for that mouth of yours! Can't believe I'm about to do this to Lin Beifong! The bitch of a Police Chief who's been puttin' all my girls outta business. Oh, hey. It's normal for you to release Madame Kavita, wipe out her record, and pay her back for wrongfully arresting her. I mean, look who's workin' on her back now?"

His statement was undeniably accurate, despite the dubious comparison, something of the man's reason for meeting with her becoming clear and she told him, "That's right-mphh!"

She couldn't finish her thought as he forcefully inserted his substantial member into her mouth.

A look of shock widened her eyes, and her hands instinctively grasped his hips. He possessed impressive girth, causing her to struggle to open her jaw wide enough to accommodate him. However, he pressed onward, the pressure of his glans nudging the back of her throat.

Reluctantly, her throat yielded, allowing him to penetrate deeply. Her neck bulged akin to a snake after a hearty meal. If he lingered motionless, she feared suffocation. Gradually, he withdrew, observing as her lips adjusted around his shaft.

Abruptly he pulled out and suddenly the weight of his cock was slapping messily across her gasping face as he told her to breath even as his hands grasped at her breasts, pulling at the nipples that, damn them, were up on stalks. "Rub that pussy. It ain't ready for me and we both know you've never let a real man there. And keep rubbing that snatch, get it nice and wet."

He wasn't entirely off the mark if he defined "real men" solely by his own colossal proportions. Moreover, it had been quite some time, and she couldn't deny the wisdom buried within his vulgar request. She obliged, drawing her legs up, parting them wide as his hands trailed down her torso, grazing her navel and arriving at her mound. She rubbed her pussy, her fingertips gently massaging her labia.

Then he was dragging his slab of a member back up her face and she recognized his unspoken signal and got ready. She took a deep breath and tilted her head back to make her mouth line up with her throat creating a direct path into the esophagus.

Her breasts became his handholds as he cried, "Fuck yesss!" and drove right into her mouth, impaling her throat with that fleshy monster, the head buried somewhere deep in her lower chest, drooling its sticky fluid right down into her stomach.

Breathe.

He withdrew, the cock plopping out of her throat and she gasped a ragged breath, but he was already shoving it back in again.

Breathe.

This was going to take some getting used to, but Lin was determined to see this through, regardless of her natural disgust and discomfort. This was for the greater good. Her duty was clear. Her hands gripped his hips, her fingernails digging into the flesh.

Breathe.

"Oh, pardon me, Chief Beifong!" A strained voice pierced through the intense atmosphere, capturing Lin's attention. Startled, the thug pulled his member out of her throat with a shout of surprise, a mixture of discomfort and annoyance on his face. "Haah! Don't sneak up on a fella!"

"I assure you I did not, my friend," came the cultured voice of Takeshi Takeda, the impeccably dressed liaison from the council. To Lin's perspective, he appeared upside down, his form hovering near her. "I announced myself several times from the door, but it seems my voice went unheard."

The thug, apparently familiar with Takeshi, shrugged it off and casually re-inserted his cock into her mouth, causing Lin to flinch at the invasive sensation. The liaison didn't seem to notice, turning his attention to Lin. "Apologies for the intrusion, Chief Beifong," he said with a slight bow of his head. "I wanted to discuss a matter of importance with you."

Thirty long seconds passed in which she could do little more than gasp and splutter as the thug's cock pistoned in and out of her throat, but eventually the thug pulled away from her mouth, letting her recover for a moment before addressing Takeshi. "What is it you want? I'm kind of busy right now. As you can see."

Dealing with flighty bureaucrats was trying for the chief at the best of times, but when dealing with the demands inherent in relieving this man of his seed, Lin's patience was wearing thin.

"It's quite the urgent matter, I'm afraid. We must discuss it at once." Takeshi's gaze turned back to Lin, and he offered a polite smile. "And while I wish to avoid disturbing you during your busy workday, I am afraid that it is a matter of utmost importance."

"You're disturbing me right now," Lin bit out, her expression tightening in annoyance before it was obliterated by the cock savagely pounding her throat, fucking her face with abandon. She could feel her face reddening with humiliation as the thug's cock continued to slide in and out of her mouth, but she refused to show any sign of weakness in front of this irritating man.
Finally, she was released, thick ropey strands of saliva running from tip to lip.

She snapped them apart and gave a dismissive wave with the same hand and spoke, her voice raspy from the deep throat fucking. "Whatever it is can wait until I'm done here."

"As you wish, Chief Beifong. As these are urgent matters that require your immediate attention. I will stand by while you handle your... affairs."
Takeshi settled into a nearby chair as the thug threw back his head, unleashing a boisterous laugh. "So he's just gonna stick around and watch? This shit's crazy! Well, I guess we better give him a damn good show, huh, Lin?"