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Bush Bashing
by Stormbringer (address withheld)

***

A bitchy wife gets taught a lesson when she sounds off 
about the President of the United States. (MF, nc, 
blkmail, huml, intr)

***

Jerry could see his wife's cheeks turning red with 
anger. 'Oh no,' he thought. 'Here we go again. And in a 
crowded restaurant, too.' 

"This, this, this is why no one should of voted for 
Bush." Kim's voice grew louder with each word until 
half the restaurant was turning to stare at her. "That 
dumb bastard gets to name a supreme court justice." 

"Shush, honey," I whispered. 

"Don't shush me, Jerry." 

"Kim's right," interrupted Melissa. "Say bye-bye to a 
woman's right to choose." 

"We should organize a march," yelled Kim, practically 
rising up out of her seat. 

Jerry slid back in his chair. He found his wife very 
trying at times. 

They were high school sweethearts and had only dated 
each other. Kim was a spoiled rich girl who had looked 
for causes to make her life meaningful. She hadn't 
become overly radical until she went to college. There 
she fell in with an activist crowd. He mostly agreed 
with her views, but didn't think one should get too 
excited about it or make a scene, especially in a 
children's restaurant. There were three couples at the 
table. 

Kim and Jerry Anderson were both twenty-five. He worked 
in a large accounting firm. He had his own office and 
made good money at least enough that Kim didn't work 
yet. She'd come out of college with a liberal arts 
degree that got her nowhere. They were trying to have a 
baby and if she got pregnant soon, she'd probably 
become a stay at home mother. Jerry was a typical 
accountant, skinny, mousy, and nerdy. He was a 98 pound 
weakling in high school and now seven years later he 
was a 112 pound weakling Kim was a pleasant surprise in 
the looks department. Kim and Jerry were evenly matched 
in high school, two nerds who found each other. 

However, after school, contacts had replaced Kim's 
thick rimmed glasses and her braces came off, revealing 
a dazzling white smile. Kim had nearly shaved her head 
in college, but let her raven black hair grow long 
afterwards. She'd also gained the freshman fifteen 
which had filled out her skinny body, swelling her 
breasts and putting a sexy curve to her hips. She was 
so hot now, she rivaled her friend Melissa. Melissa and 
Mike were the opposites of Kim and Jerry in high 
school. Melissa was the buxom blonde, green eyed 
cheerleader that all male students loved. Mike was the 
quarterback that always ended up with girls like 
Melissa. They were also in their mid twenties. 

The last couple was Evie and Eddie. Eddie was older, 
chubby, and balding. He was a successful businessman 
and local Republican chairman. Evie was Kim and 
Melissa's age, but had married her older husband 
because she admired his values. They were both active 
in church and the reason the group was at a children's 
restaurant. Their two kids ages, 5 and 4, were playing 
in the plastic ball pool. Evie could have been the 
hottest woman of the group, but kept her hair up and 
dressed to cover her body. Everyone knew the incredible 
figure she covered up because the three couples worked 
out together (Jerry and Eddie not often). That was how 
they met and became friends. 

Both Kim and Melissa were trying to get pregnant and 
looked to Evie as a role model. "How about you, Evie?" 
asked Kim loudly. "Ready to march on Washington?" 

"Oh no," said Evie calmly. She was used to Kim's 
diatribes especially when Kim had been drinking. "I'm 
not marching against my president." 

"You're not pro life are you?" asked Melissa. 

"Of course I am. I'm a Christian." 

Kim appeared like she was about to pull out her own 
hair. "A woman has the right to do with her body 
whatever she chooses." "But we don't, Kimberly. If that 
were true, prostitution, drugs, and suicide would be 
legal." 

Jerry watched his beautiful wife's cheeks get even 
redder. Kim wasn't the best debater. Her debate tactic 
was to point, yell, and call people names. 

"Fascist!" yelled Kim, pointing her finger at Evie. "If 
I didn't believe in gun control, I'd shoot that idiot 
Bush myself." 

"Here we go again," groaned Mike as the manager headed 
their way. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to 
leave," said the manager. 

"I got this one," said Eddie pulling out a credit card. 
Evie stood. She was as calm as ever, but looked smug a 
having beaten Kim once again. 

"I'll gather up the children. We've got to cash in 
their tickets." 

"I'm serious," said Melissa to Kim. "We should march." 

As the group left, they passed Evie with Eddie junior 
exchanging their tickets. Eddie Jr. pointed at what he 
wanted. "We'll take the police badge and the 
handcuffs," said Evie. 

"Great! Start the little fascist off early," said Kim 
passing her. 

Jerry hustled his wife out the door when Evie spun 
around. Evie could take being insulted, but she was 
overprotective when it came to her children. Evie 
looked like she was ready to slap Kim. "Sorry," he 
apologized for his wife. 

Jerry led his drunk wife over to her car. It was easily 
spotted by the "Arms are for Hugging" and the 
Kerry/Edwards bumper sticker with the Lieberman of 
Gore/Lieberman sticking out from under it. "I guess I'm 
driving." 

*** 

Kim spun around in the mirror. She pinched her belly, 
thighs, and ass. "I'll be damned," she said. For the 
first time in her life, she was completely satisfied 
with everything she saw. "No one should look this 
good," she said staring at the mirror. "Glad my sisters 
can't see me." Kim was a bit ashamed of her body and 
the skimpy bikini barely covering it. Her college 
sisters would have called her a traitor for wearing 
something this sexy and small. 

It was her body though, and she should have the right 
to wear whatever she wanted. Hey, if men can go topless 
on the beach, women should be allowed to also, but Kim 
wouldn't go that far. She only wore this particular 
bikini in her backyard. Kim planned on making herself a 
drink, working on her tan all day, and reading a book. 
There was something to be said for not working. She was 
on her way downstairs when the phone rang. 

"Hello," she answered picking it up.

"Kim, it's Evie." 

"Evie! I'm so glad you called. I'm so sorry about the 
other night. I just drank too much and..." 

"Shut up Kim. I know how you get when you drink. No 
hard feelings. You got bigger problems. Listen. A 
secret service agent just left my house. He was asking 
questions about you."

"Me?" 

"Yeah. It seems someone at the restaurant reported you 
as having threatened the President." 

"Oh shit!" 

"Oh shit is right. This is serious Kim. You might be in 
big trouble. He's on his way to talk to you right now. 
I just wanted to warn you first." The doorbell rang. 

"Shit! I think he's here. Ah thanks for the warning, 
Evie." 

Kim hung up the phone and went to answer the door. She 
opened it a crack. "Yes?" she asked. 

"Mrs. Anderson, I'm agent Johnson with the Treasury 
Department, secret service branch." Agent Johnson 
flashed his badge and identification at her. The agent 
was a giant black man, bigger and more muscular then 
Melissa's husband Mike. He was probably twice Kim's 
age, had a short afro with gray temples, and very dark 
skin. He wore a dark suit and reflective sunglasses. 
"May I come in?" 

"Of course, Mr. Johnson." 

"Agent Johnson, please." Leroy stepped into the house 
as she opened the door. He was instantly thankful for 
the glasses when he saw Kim Anderson in the skimpy 
bikini. His eyes went huge at the site of her killer 
body. How he kept his face expressionless, he never 
knew. Kim was wearing a pure black bikini which stood 
out against her pale white skin. The top seemed 
stretched too thin by her D-cup bosom. Round, quarter 
sized nipples pushed through the material with the 
actual nipple a hard pointy eraser. The cups probably 
covered only 25% of her breasts. Bare tit flesh spilled 
out the sides, underneath, and above the bikini top. 
Her bottoms were strings too, riding high and tied on 
the sides of her hips. The patch covering her crotch 
was thin and flat indicating a shaved pussy. She turned 
slightly displaying a firm well-rounded bare ass with 
the bikini string slipping between her cheeks. 

"What can I do for you, Agent Johnson?" 

"We've had a complaint about you threatening the 
President of the United States. I'm here to see if the 
threat is real or not." Leroy removed his shades and 
ran his eyes up and down Kim's body. 

Kim was immediately uncomfortable. Like many liberal 
minded people, she was completely condescending towards 
minorities. She supported equal treatment and 
affirmative action, but looked down on minorities as 
incapable of achievement without the aid of caring 
white people such as herself. 

Her bigotry rarely cropped up except when she saw 
interracial couples. She hated the fact that it 
bothered her, but it always did. "Let me go change," 
she said. Kim didn't even wear this particular bikini 
in front of Jerry. 

"I'm afraid I can't allow that, Mrs. Anderson." 

"What?!" 

"I'd prefer you remain as you are. It's difficult to 
conceal a weapon dressed like that and I don't know 
what kind of weapons you might be hiding upstairs. If I 
allowed you to change, I would need to watch you 
dress." 

"I'll stay like this then." There was no way Kim was 
going to allow a black man to see her nude. 

"Look Agent Johnson, I don't like Bush. I didn't vote 
for him and he's not my President. That being said, I'm 
not a terrorist." 

"That remains to be determined, Mrs. Anderson. If I 
deem that you are a serious threat to the safety of the 
president, I will arrest you and you could spend the 
next twenty years in prison. If I determine that it was 
not a serious threat, you could still go to prison for 
five years. Were you, Kim Anderson, at a local 
establishment called the Clowning Around Pizzeria and 
Arcade three nights ago?" 

"I was." 

"And did you state- keeping in mind I've interviewed 
several witnesses- that, and I quote, "I'm going to buy 
a gun and shoot President Bush?" 

"I did not. I said that if I didn't believe that guns 
should be banned, I'd buy one and shoot Bush. It was a 
joke." 

"So you admit it. Threatening the President is no 
joke." Johnson turned to the door and opened it wide. 

"Are you leaving?" 

"Negative Ma'am. I need to retrieve something from my 
car. You're to stand in the doorway, put your hands on 
the back of your head, and don't move." 

Kim complied while Johnson stepped outside. "Arch your 
back Mrs. Anderson." Leroy thought her big breasts 
might make her bikini top burst and fly off when she 
arched her back. 

He entered the beat up Buick and retrieved what he 
wanted. Kim was eyeing the Buick. "Lousy airport 
rental," he complained. "You may enter your house, 
ma'am." 

"What's that?" she asked pointing at the item he had 
retrieved. 

"Keep your hands on your head. Now!" 

Kim leapt to obey the huge black man. "This is a 
digital video camera. Since I'm operating without a 
partner, I'll need to video tape our interview so that 
you can't say I tried to force a confession or anything 
along those lines. It's to protect you, too." 

"I understand," Kim said through gritted teeth. She 
felt color rising to her cheeks. It wasn't from 
embarrassment at standing half naked before a black 
man. It was her temper starting to flare up. 

Leroy grabbed her elbow and led her into the living 
room. "It doesn't look like there's a bomb factory 
here." 

"Of course there isn't, idiot. I'm a housewife not a 
terrorist." 

"Please remain calm, Mrs. Anderson." Leroy set the 
camera up, aimed it at the couch, and hit record. "Now 
Kim Anderson, state exactly the terrorist threat you 
made against the President three days ago." 

"It was not a threat. It was a fucking joke. I said, 
that if I didn't believe in gun control, I'd buy one 
and shoot Bush." 

"Sounds like a threat to me." Leroy had never seen 
someone so white, turn so red before. 

"I was upset he was naming a supreme court justice. I 
know my rights. I have freedom of speech in this 
country, you fascist jerk. I want my god damn lawyer." 

"That's it. I've had all I can take. I'm placing you 
under arrest. You will be held at the maximum security 
prison in the state capitol until trial. Spin around 
and grab your ankles. You have the right to remain 
silent." 

"Fuck this," growled Kim humiliated, grabbing her 
ankles forced her to spread her legs. Her skimpy bikini 
bottom was so tight, it hugged her labia. Agent Johnson 
was getting a good shot of her beaver. "We're turning 
into a police state. No wonder the secret service has 
the initials SS. God damn, Gestapo!" 

"Mrs. Anderson, please exercise your right to remain 
silent." 

"What?!" 

"Shut the fuck up. Now!" 

Kim felt herself quiver as she closed her mouth. 
Johnson could go from polite to dominating instantly. 
Curse her temper. "Ah, I'm sorry, sir." 

"That's better, Mrs. Anderson. Behave and you might 
still keep out of prison. I'll need to search your 
person." 

"I believe it's quite obvious I'm not hiding anything." 

"You'd be surprised, Mrs. Anderson. There could be 
remote triggering devices sewn into your clothing." He 
untied her bikini top." 

"I can't believe this," she groaned. Her bikini top 
fell to the floor. Johnson's hands came around in an 
attempt to catch it. They missed and ended up cupping 
her breasts. 

"Oh god." Kim's breasts were huge Dcups, but Johnson's 
hands still nearly covered them completely. He was a 
very big man. "Is this necessary?" 

"I'm afraid it is. Remember I'm taping this. You have a 
right to subpoena the tape if you think I act 
inappropriately." 

Johnson picked up her bikini top and kneeled beside her 
dangling breasts. He stared at her tits as he worked 
his finger around the material of her top. "Initial 
inspection of terrorist's bikini top reveal no hidden 
devices," he stated for the camera. 

"Oh please, that's enough," groaned Kim, rejecting to 
being called a terrorist. She was about to ask for her 
top back when he tossed it across the room. 

"My apologies, Mrs. Anderson. You are correct. We will 
now remove the SUSPECTED terrorist's bikini bottoms." 
Leroy untied the sides of her panties. He caught them 
before they could fall. His hand cupped Kim's vagina 
until he pulled the bikini bottoms away. Johnson placed 
her panties over his mouth and face, inhaling deeply. 
"I detect no scent of any bomb making materials on 
subject's bikini bottom. Also note, the panties are 
wet. The suspected terrorist appears aroused." 

"Fuck you." 

"Are you soliciting me for sex, Mrs. Anderson?" 

"No sir. I was insulting you. I'd never let a bla... 
that is, I'm a married woman. I'm not a whore." 

The black man was right though, she was aroused. Her 
nipples were rock hard from where he had touched them. 
Her pussy was juicing up so fast, a drop was forming on 
her clit. Jerry had never gotten her close to being 
this aroused. Of course, Jerry was rather meek. He 
never was forceful with her or ordered her around like 
Agent Johnson. Nobody had ever treated her like Agent 
Johnson was. 

Johnson retrieved his camera. Kim was still grabbing 
her ankles. He zoomed in on her dangling breasts. The 
angle she was in had her breast dangling in Kim's face. 
He carried the camera behind her and filmed the 
inverted V her legs were forming and her breasts 
between her legs as well as her angry red face. He 
zoomed in on her pussy. "Agent Johnson?" 

"Yes, Mrs. Anderson." 

"May I move please? My back is hurting." 

"You can grab the back of the couch. Keep your arms and 
legs spread wide and your head down." 

"That's better," she sighed when she moved. "I'm now 
resuming my search of the suspected terrorist, Kim 
Anderson." 

Leroy zoomed back in on her pussy. She was wet all 
right. "Subject's obvious arousal makes it difficult to 
see into her vagina. I've determined that a physical 
search will be necessary."

"Oh no," moaned Kim. 

"I'll get this over as quickly as possible, Mrs. 
Anderson." Leroy Sucked his index finger between his 
lips to wet it. He then placed his finger against Kim's 
labia. She quivered when he touched her. Leroy could 
actually see her clit growing engorged. He held the 
camera up as he pushed his finger into her pussy. 

"Ohmygawd! Animal? Get your dick away from me, pig." 
Kim tried to lean forward to get away from his finger. 

"Relax Mrs. Anderson. I have to do this." 

"I don't understand." Kim looked over her shoulder. 
Agent Johnson was kneeling behind her with one finger 
sticking out from a clenched fist. "I thought it was 
your penis." 

"Why would you think that?" 

"It felt like it was my husband's penis." 

"I can assure you, that my penis is much larger than 
this finger, Mrs. Anderson." 

Kim sucked her lower lip into her mouth as Johnson 
pushed his finger back inside. She tried to fight it, 
but an involuntary moan escaped her lips. It really did 
feel like a penis pushing inside her. Worse, he was 
pushing his finger in and out like he was fucking her. 
He was just lubricating it and his finger pushed deeper 
with each thrust. Kim pushed against the couch just as 
the finger was probing deeper into her. 

Jesus! Did she just push back into his thrusts? She 
fought the urge to do it again, but her hips kept 
flexing in time to his finger thrusts. His finger was 
just like her husband's penis. It couldn't quite reach 
deep enough to satisfy an itch she got every time she 
had sex "Have located alleged terrorist's gadget spot. 
I've detected no gadgets or hidden items. I'm now 
making circular motions around Mrs. Anderson's G-spot 
to confirm." 

"Ohmygod!" Kim couldn't believe the pleasure coming out 
of her pussy. This wasn't right. Agent Johnson was 
merely making circular motions inside her with his 
finger and it felt better than sex with Jerry ever had. 

Leroy lowered the camera between his legs, trying to 
point it at her pussy. "Note subjects clitoris has 
become engorged and is impeding progress." Leroy used 
the index finger of his free hand to push Kim's clit 
down. He gently massaged it. Kim with a scream pushed 
back into his finger. The waves of pleasure had her 
falling into the couch. Her pussy quivered as it soaked 
Agent Johnson's hand. 

"Subject has had a large orgasm. No materials other 
than fluids were disgorged from her vagina during 
orgasm. Mrs. Anderson's crotch is clean." 

"Filthy fucking animal!!" screamed Kim. "How dare you. 
You fucking nig..."

SMACK! Leroy brought his hand down hard on Kim's ass. 
"I've had enough of your attitude, Mrs. Anderson." 
Leroy smacked her again. Her butt cheek turned red. 

"You... you have no right!" Kim gasped. It was more 
humiliating then painful. 

"But I do, Mrs. Anderson. The United States Patriot Act 
allows me to do what I deem necessary to subdue a 
belligerent." Leroy spanked her other ass cheek twice. 
Kim had a nice round firm ass, but it quivered as he 
smacked it. 

"No one has ever treated me like this before," she 
gasped. 

"Maybe they should have. Now, why did you call me those 
names?" 

"Because!"

"Because what?" 

"Don't make me say it." Kim gasped as he spanked her 
once more. "You made me orgasm." 

"So?" 

"It was my first." 

"Ever?" 

"Yes," Kim sobbed guiltily. 

"Your husband isn't doing his job properly then. Did 
you like it?" 

"Um, yes." 

"I can give you more, Mrs. Anderson. If you let me fuck 
you, I'll promise you lots more. Bigger ones even." 

"But my husband?" 

"Doesn't need to know." Leroy already had his jacket 
off and was unbuttoning his suit. "Do this and I'll 
tell my supervisor that you're just a loud mouthed 
housewife and not a terrorist." 

"Um, Ok." 

"Ok what?" asked Leroy for the benefit of the video 
camera. 

"Y-you can fuck me." 

"You won't be disappointed, Mrs. Anderson. This is what 
we in the government call a win-win situation. You stay 
out of jail and get the true fucking a slut like you 
needs and my black cock gets some relief." 

"Black cock?" Kim hung her head down as she leaned 
against the couch. Just under her large dangling 
breasts, she could see the black man stooping to step 
out of his underwear. 

Johnson's penis fell out of his underwear like a thick 
black log. Kim suddenly felt a tremble of fear. What 
had she gotten herself into? It must be the angle she 
was viewing it. No penis could be that big. The monster 
shaft appeared over a foot long. "Your cock is huge!" 

"What of it? You ever had a big black cock before?" 

"Oh no," she said raising her head back up so that she 
couldn't see him lining it up with her pussy. "Agent 
Johnson, you can't cum in me. I'm trying to have a 
baby." 

Leroy's filmed his thirteen inch cock lined up with her 
pussy. He zoomed in on her gash as he pressed the golf 
ball sized cockhead against it. He swore his cock 
swelled even bigger when she told him she was trying to 
get pregnant. The lie rolled easily off his lips. 

"You have nothing to worry about, Mrs. Anderson. I've 
had a vasectomy. It's a common procedure among agents. 
The family of the President is our family." Leroy video 
taped his cockhead pushing into her pussy. 

"Ugh! It's so thick!" moaned Kim. She felt herself 
opening up for him. If the head had been any thicker, 
she didn't think it would have fit. Her pussy opened up 
to the point it was nearly painful. Though it shamed 
Kim, she was thankful she was so wet. Kim was also 
thankful she couldn't see him penetrating her. It 
probably would have frightened her too much. 

"Aaahh." Her sigh was long and drawn out as the entire 
head entered her. Her pussy clung to the head. She 
opened wider as his thick shaft found it's way inside 
her. Kim hung her head down and looked between her 
breasts again. Her tits blocked her view of Johnson's 
cock, but his nutsack was plainly in view. His scrotum 
was sized to go with his large cock. Each tactical was 
three times as big as Jerry's entire ball sack. 'Thank 
god he's had a vasectomy', she thought. Those things 
would be blasting a lot of sperm into her. 

Leroy worked the head of his cock around a little, 
letting it slacken up before he pushed it in deeper. 
"This sure is a tight fit, Mrs. Anderson. If you 
weren't married, I'd say you were a virgin." 

"Oh my!" she blurted out. At that moment she did feel 
like a virgin. "You can't be real." 

"Feels good doesn't it." 

"Yes, YES!" she shouted as her second orgasm hit. It 
was a small fast one that caught her off guard. The 
black man's cock had just pushed deeper then Jerry had 
ever gone. The needy area that always felt unsatisfied 
during sex with her husband was now hugging a huge 
black cockhead. "Ohmygod!" His cockhead now pushed 
deeper still. The brief stab of pain when the tip hit 
her cervix was nothing compared to the immense pleasure 
emanating out from her pussy. "Can't take... hmm yes... 
no more." 

"I think you can, Mrs. Anderson." Leroy needed his 
hands free. He pulled back until only the head of his 
cock was wedged between her labia. Kim whimpered in 
displeasure. Leroy was able to stoop enough to set the 
video camera on the floor. He left it running and aimed 
up at their crotches. 

"That's it, put it back in," begged Kim as Leroy stood 
back up. This time his hands were on her hips as he 
buried his cock again until just three or four inches 
remained. Leroy pushed hard until he felt the steel 
hard shaft might actually bend. 

Finally, the cervix yielded to the pressure and opened 
for him. The thick head pushed into her womb. Kim 
suddenly lunged back into Leroy until his balls slapped 
her thighs. Her entire body shook as her cum squirted 
out around his shaft coating his pubic hair and soaking 
his balls. Kim recovered to a slow steady pounding in 
her pussy. "That's it. Yes! Fuck me. Fuck me!" 

Somehow her head had pushed into the couch cushion. 
Johnson's powerful thrusts had pushed her forwards and 
over the end of the couch. She was now bent over the 
edge of the couch. Her feet were several inches off the 
ground, but her crotch was perfectly lined up with the 
black man's massive cock. As the head pushed in and out 
of her womb, Kim was once again thankful for the 
vasectomy. 

Agent Johnson's thirteen inch black cock was the 
perfect breeding tool deigned to deliver sperm straight 
to the source. Kim was so far gone, even if he wasn't 
fixed, she wouldn't have stopped him from fucking her. 
Agent Johnson's cock actually outlasted Kim. She had 
strong orgasm after strong orgasm until she felt tapped 
out. Still, the black man kept rapidly bucking his 
hips. 

"Damn!" growled Leroy. "I must be slipping. I didn't 
thoroughly investigate you for weapons." 

"Unh what do unh you mean? Unh! Unh!" Kim was 
astonished the secret service agent was still concerned 
she a threat. 

"Didn't check this hole." Johnson pushed his thumb 
straight into her ass. 

"Ow! Oh shit! I'm cumming!" Kim hadn't been tapped out 
after all. Her sphincter squeezed tight around the back 
man's thumb and her pussy went crazy. His thumb was so 
big, it felt like she had two cocks inside her. Kim 
felt like a huge slut when the thought didn't disgust 
her. Johnson wiggled his finger while fucking her. His 
cock seemed bigger. The ridge around his cockhead had 
swelled and scraped her cervix each time he pushed it 
into her womb. His cock jerked and her womb flooded 
with sperm. "It's so hot!" Kim cried, cumming again as 
wad after wad of hot sperm filled her womb, then 
flooded her pussy until it shot out around his cock. 

More shot out when Johnson pumped his cock in and out a 
few more times to clear out any excess semen. Kim's 
pussy felt empty when Agent Johnson finally pulled his 
cock out. She felt a hand on her chin and looked up. 
Johnson had walked around the couch. His cock was fat 
and swollen, but limp. He guided it towards her mouth. 
Kim parted her lips as she got her first good glimpse 
of the massive black cock that had just fucked her 
good. 

Getting fucked from behind, she had been able to 
concentrate on the pleasure and forget it was a black 
man giving it to her. Kim took his wet cockhead into 
her mouth. A final jet of sperm landed on her tongue. 
His dark black cock was sticky and it glistened. It was 
still thick and at it's full thirteen inch length, but 
it was no longer rock hard. He pushed more cock down 
her throat. There was no pretending he wasn't a 
massively endowed, muscular black man with him standing 
in front of her. Kim pulled back despite Johnson's 
attempt to push his cock even deeper. 

"We ain't done," he growled.

"Just not comfortable," she gasped for air.

Kim was still bent over the back of her couch. The 
indentations of the fabric were visible on her stomach 
when she stood. She walked around the couch and sat 
down on it before Johnson. He stepped forward and 
tapped his cockhead against her lips. She opened for 
him. Johnson grabbed her head in hands so strong they 
could have crushed her. He guided her to swallow him 
deeper. 

Kim couldn't close her eyes. She needed to stare at the 
powerful male forcing her to service his massive cock. 
Johnson's shaft lost some of it's limpness. Before Kim 
knew it, he was feeding her a steel hard rod again. 
Johnson pulled her head forward which helped angle his 
cock to penetrate her throat. The big black man rapidly 
bucked his hips fucking her mouth. 

Their eyes were locked. Kim's eyes were wide and 
pleading. Her expression implied that she hoped she was 
pleasing him. Johnson's eyes were narrowed and his 
expression domineering. You are mine, read his eyes. 
Johnson gritted his teeth. His expression softened a 
bit. Kim noticed the rethymic fucking of her mouth was 
off. The whites of his eyes grew as his irises rose 
into his eye lids. "Argh," he grunted thrusting his 
cock deep down her throat. 

Johnson's cock bucked wildly, threatening to choke her. 
Semen filled her belly. He withdrew his cock filling 
Kim's recently vacated throat with semen. He kept the 
cockhead in her mouth. His semen filled her mouth 
faster then she could swallow. Cum dribbled down her 
lips. This was her first good taste of semen. Kim 
couldn't get over how hot it was nor how much she loved 
it. 

The cum was viscous and rich, not what she would expect 
from a man shooting blanks. Johnson rapidly ran his 
fist up and down his shaft which continued to cum as 
long as he jerked it. Eventually it ran dry and his 
limp cock plopped out of her mouth. Johnson stepped 
back with a sigh. "You suck cock like a pro, Mrs. 
Anderson." 

"Uh...thanks, I guess." 

Kim cupped some of the semen on her chin and raised it 
within reach of her tongue. "I'll need to investigate 
upstairs before I leave, ma'am. I'll follow you." 

Kim nodded and weakly climbed off the couch. A huge 
pool of semen had soaked the cushion where she had been 
sitting. The cushion was ruined. She'd need to flip it 
over before Jerry got home. 

Johnson followed her. He reached out and retrieved the 
video camera from where it sat on a table facing her 
couch. Semen leaked out of her pussy every time she 
raised a leg to climb a step. She was surprised at the 
amount. Not that she was leaking so much, but so 
little. Johnson's testicles pumped out large amounts of 
semen. 

It occurred to Kim that most of it would be trapped in 
her womb after her cervix had closed again. She'd 
probably leak his semen for a week afterwards. 

"Upstairs appears clean," said Johnson sweeping the 
camera around. "Why don't you get cleaned up," he told 
her once they were in the master bedroom." 

"That would be nice." 

Kim entered her bath and took a quick shower. She 
wrapped a towel around her body after drying off. She 
smiled at herself in the mirror. It felt good to be 
clean. She left her bathroom and froze before her bed. 
Agent Johnson was lying on her bed spread eagled. "Drop 
the towel, woman." 

"What?" "You heard me. Drop it! Now!" Johnson grinned 
when she complied. "You shouldn't cover that fine body 
up. Not never. Now come straddle me. I think I can do 
one more load." 

Kim climbed onto her bed and through her leg around 
Johnson's crotch. He grabbed her hips and adjusted her 
so that his cock was wedged right between her legs. Her 
body reacted immediately. Kim's nipples swelled and her 
pussy leaked fluid on his shaft. She ground her crotch 
into his, sliding her pussy along his shat. Johnson 
placed his huge hands on her breasts, gently teasing 
her nipples. Kim became aware of the immense contrast 
between her pale skin and his dark black skin. His cock 
quickly stiffened between her legs. 

"Oh yes," she moaned. "Put it in, baby." 

Kim slid her pussy up his rod until her labia parted 
around the tip. She pushed down and the head entered 
her. Kim lifted her crotch up and pushed down into 
Johnson's monster cock. It felt incredible to be filled 
by him again, but she was concerned at how easily she 
had taken him. Her pussy was quickly adapting to this 
cock and might never go back to normal. The big 
cockhead pushed back into her womb as she took him 
completely inside her. Kim orgasmed again when Johnson 
made his cock jerk. 

"Oh yes," she sighed. 

"Gotta make up for all those years your husband hasn't 
been taking care of you, don't we? Now Mrs. Anderson, 
I'm gonna give you a choice. You've convinced me you 
ain't no terrorist. You're off the hook and if you 
want, you can get off that back cock and I'll be 
leavin." 

Kim laughed. "You will be lucky if I ever get off this 
big boy. A girl could get addicted to a cock like this. 
Orgasm after orgasm with no chance of getting pregnant. 
It's a dream come true." 

"Then start living the dream. Work that ass, Mrs. 
Anderson." 

"Call me Kim." The raven-haired beauty started bouncing 
in the black man's lap. "What's your name?" 

"Agent Johnson," said Leroy smacking her ass lightly. 
"Now work that white pussy. Squeeze my cock. Tell me 
what you're thinking, Kim." 

"Ah... ah I'm thinking I love this big black cock. 
Ah... ah I love fucking you. Oh gawd, I'm cumming 
again." Kim trembled as another powerful orgasm rocked 
her body. She continued to cum until she didn't have 
the strength to fuck him any longer. 

Johnson ended up holding her ass up while he slammed 
his cock up into her pussy repeatedly. Eventually, his 
cock swelled until the head wedged in her cervix. 

"That's it, fill my womb," moaned Kim as a steady 
stream of fresh semen sprayed her womb. "So hot," was 
the last thing she moaned as she fell on top his chest. 
Leroy's cock softened, but didn't shorten. 

He had to roll over to pull it out. He stood and 
climbed off the bed, leaving Kim spread eagled on her 
back. He retrieved the video camera and noticed that 
there was less then a minute left to record. He zoomed 
in on Kim's exhausted body. Her pussy was splayed open 
and gushing out sperm. He let the digital video run 
out. Leroy walked downstairs and put his suit back on. 
Before leaving, he bounded back upstairs and to the 
bedroom. Kim was just starting to move. "I gotta get 
this placed cleaned up before Jerry gets home," she 
groaned. 

"Mrs. Anderson," said Leroy, "The United States 
government thanks you for your cooperation." 

*** 

Jerry sat at his desk talking to Evie on his speaker 
phone. "It's the weirdest thing, Evie. I almost think 
Kim's one of those Stepford wives. It's like he scared 
the bitch right out of her. You wouldn't believe how 
nice she is. Kim's cooked me dinner every night and she 
does the dishes. She doesn't talk while the news is on. 
It's borderline creepy." Evie's voice came out of the 
speaker. "And she still hasn't mentioned her visitor?"

"Nope." 

"Who'd you get to do it?" 

"Leroy, the janitor. I saw him wearing a dark suit 
after he got back from a funeral. He looked like one 
those feds. Here he comes now." 

"Working late tonight, Mr. Anderson," said Leroy 
entering Jerry's office. "I just need to empty the 
trash." 

"I got our fellow conspirator on the phone. Say hi to 
Evie." 

"Hello, ma'am." 

"Hello Leroy. You have got to tell me what you did to 
Kim. Jerry says she's like a new woman." 

"I just did like you told me and put a little fear of 
the government in her. Deep in her. Told her she'd end 
up in jail if she didn't straighten up." 

"That's great," said Evie. "We should have him go screw 
with Melissa, too." 

"Not a bad idea," said Jerry. "Anyway, I need to get 
home. Talk to you later, Evie. Hey, does Eddie Jr. want 
his toy badge back?" 

"No, tell Leroy he can keep it as a memento. Good 
night, guys." 

Evie hung up and the dial tone came on. Jerry grabbed 
his briefcase. "Thanks for helping me play this trick 
on my wife, Leroy. Kim's wonderful, but she needed to 
be taught a lesson." 

"My pleasure, Mr. Anderson." 

"Here's the hundred bucks I promised you." Jerry handed 
Leroy 5 twenties. "You sure earned it. You missed your 
calling as a cop or fed, Leroy." 

"Thanks, but I went the other route. Ten years in jail 
for dealing when I was twenty-five. Been clean 
seventeen years, but the police academy doesn't take 
ex-cons." 

"Too bad." 

Jerry noticed two other black men outside his office. 
"Who are your friends?" 

"Janitors on the other floors. We're playing poker 
after work." 

"Well good luck then." Jerry nodded at the men as he 
left the office. The other two men entered Jerry's 
office when the elevator doors closed. One was chubby 
and near retirement age. The other was a rough looking 
eighteen-year-old. 

"Gentlemen, may I present to you, Kim Anderson." Leroy 
picked the picture of Kim and Jerry on the beach off 
Jerry's desk." 

"Damn!" said the older black man. "She's got a killer 
body. Look at that bikini." 

"It's three times bigger than the little thing I 
stripped off her," said Leroy proudly. 

"There's no way you fucked that piece of white ass," 
said the younger." 

"Care to bet." 

"Twenty says you is a liar." 

"Pay up now, dick, cause I got a video to show you when 
we get to my place." 

"I'd sure love to stick my dick between those big white 
boobies," said the old man. 

"Maybe you can," Leroy grinned. He leaned over the 
desk. Leroy pressed the button labeled home on the 
phone. 

"Hello?" 

"Mrs. Anderson, the is Agent Johnson with the secret 
se..." 

"I remember who you are, Agent Johnson." 

"We have a complication, Mrs. Anderson." 

"Oh?" 

"I'm afraid so. My supervisor wasn't fully convinced by 
my report about you. He needs to interview you in 
person." 

"You said... you'd convince him." Kim was almost 
crying. 

"You shouldn't have too much to worry about. I'll be 
there to help you and there'll be a junior agent with 
us. We can conduct the interview at the old airport 
motel where we'll be staying." 

"I'm familiar with it." 

"Your husband doesn't even have to know." 

"Thank god for that. How could your supervisor possibly 
believe I'm a terrorist?" 

"We have some new information. Do you have a friend 
named Melissa..." 

"Stevens. She's my best friend." 

"We'll need to investigate her. Can you give me a 
description?" 

"Oh, the blue-eyed, blonde, popular cheerleader type." 

"Perfect. I know the type. We'll contact you with a 
date and time. Don't warn Mrs. Stevens. The government 
thanks you for your cooperation." 

Leroy hung up the phone. He looked at his astonished 
friends. "Let's go find you boys some toy badges."  

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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