Bush BashingChapter 1
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"There's the target," said Leroy nodding towards the house.
"Damn!" Deon Brown watched the woman kiss her husband goodbye as he left for work. The woman was Melissa Stevens, an extremely atractive blue-eyed blonde. "Damn," said Deon again as Melissa looked around and quickly opened her robe to flash her departing husband. Her angle prevented either black man from seeing her body, but there was no hiding the fact it must have been an impressive view. "He's gone, lets go get her."
"Fuck! Wait, looks like she's got company."
Deon was an old fat man in his midsixties. "Damn! There's another sexy bitch."
Leroy watched a modestly dressed, but clearly well built woman hustle two kids out of her car. "That must be Evie. That has got to be one killer body she's hiding under those clothes."
"Well lets fuck her too. We'll fuck both of them."
"Maybe, but she knows about the secret service scam. She helped me set up Kim. I'm still willing to try something else though."
"Well if we can't grab Melissa now, let's go get me an egg mcmuffin or five." Deon patted his immense belly.
Melissa always had second thoughts about having children whenever she watched Evie's kids.
"How were they?" asked Evie as she picked her son and daughter up around noon.
"Makes me want to start taking birth control again."
"That bad, huh? Well thanks for watching them. Talk to you later."
"See ya." Melissa closed the door. No sooner had Evie's car pulled out of the driveway, then her doorbell rang. Melissa opened her door thinking that Evie had forgotten something. "Yes?" She jumped when she saw the two black men. Both wore dark suits and ties with sunglasses.
"Melissa Stevens, I'm agent Johnson with the secret service. This is agent Brown."
"What's this about?" she asked. Johnson was a good looking muscular man in his mid fifties. Brown was older and very fat. He was also staring at her body. Melissa had showered, but not really bothered dressing to babysit. She was wearing a form hugging spaghetti strap top with a lacy black bra underneath. The top stopped about an inch above her belly button. She also had on sweat pants that rode low on her hips leaving the tops of her thong hanging out. Her feet were bare.
"Do you know, Kim Anderson?"
"She's my best friend."
The two black men looked at each other. "Mrs Anderson is being investigated for making terroristic threats against the President at a local restaurant last week."
"Oh that." Melissa laughed. "We were joking around. It was nothing."
"Witnesses say that Mrs Anderson threatened to shoot the president and that you suggested invading Washington."
"I said no such thing. I mentioned something about marching on Washington."
"You admit it," spoke the fat man.
"No. I was talking about a protest march. We were joking. Just upset that Bush gets to nominate a supreme court justice and now two."
"Maam, I'm afraid we're going to have to ask you to come with us."
"For what?"
"You need to be interrogated."
"Jesus! My husband is gonna kill me."
Johnson looked around the room. "Mrs Stevens, if you're telling the truth and you're innocent, we'll have you back here in a couple of hours. Mr Stevens wouldn't even need to know you were gone."
"I'll go change then."
"Sorry, but we can't allow you out of our sight. You'll need to remain dressed as you are. You may put shoes on. Come with us please. We'll forego handcuffing you."
"Well thanks for that I guess." Melissa followed the two black men out to a beat-up sedan. The fat one opened the back door for her and she slid in beside a pile of egg mcmuffin wrappers.
Johnson started the car and they drove off.
They only drove for around ten minutes before pulling into a run down motel. "Hey! How come we aren't going to the police station?"
"This is a department of homeland security and secret service matter, Mrs Stevens. Not a police matter. Besides, if we had comandeered the local police department for this investigation, we would of had to fill out a police report on you and it would have made the local news."
"That's a relief then."
The sedan pulled around back of the motel to a pair of connected bungalows. The handsome black man opened the car door for her while the obese one unlocked the door to the left room.
Agent Johnson placed his hand on the small of Melissa's back and guided her towards the door. Melissa entered the stripped down motel room. It didn't have a television. The bed was stripped of sheets and blankets. The room did have several chairs and what appeared to be additional lighting around the bed. Several video cameras were set up on tripods, the lenses aimed towards the bed.
"We'll need to search you, Mrs Stevens." Leroy
stooped and yanked, Melissa's sweat pants down.
"What! What the hell do you think you are doing?" Melissa's ass was exposed to the black man. Her lacy black thong was something she only wore in front of her husband.
"The is the age of terrorism, Mrs Stevens," said Leroy standing. "Step out of the pants, please." He kicked her sweats over to Deon, who gathered them up. "These days, weapons may be extremely minute and hidden in the most unlikely places. Arms up." When Melissa complied, Leroy pulled her top off over her head. He stepped back.
Melissa hunched over and tried to cover her body. She held her arm across her skimpy black bra. She was also aware that her shaven pelvic mound was visible through her panty. She held her hand across to cover it. "Seen enough?"
"Nope. Move your arms and stand up straight. Turn around for the cameras."
Melissa sobbed as she obeyed the commands. She was gonna kill Kim when this ordeal was all over.
Leroy stared intently at her body. So did Deon, the fat man breaking out in a sweat. Leroy stated, "Let the record show, Mellisa Stevens does not appear to be hiding weapons. Agent Brown is taking her clothing next door for testing. Mrs Stevens, now remove the rest of it."
"You mean, nude?"
"Yes, as I stated weapons may be hidden in the smallest of places, your bra cups or the lining of your panties for example."
"I'm not going to strip naked for you. I know my rights."
Leroy sighed. "Let the record show that, Mrs Stevens is not being compliant. Agent Brown please go remove the rest of Mrs Stevens' clothes for testing."
"W-wait! Wait, I'll do it," said Melissa when the obese black man took a step towards her. She reached behind herself and unclasped the bra. Melissa tossed it to agent Brown.
Leroy nodded approvingly. Melissa's tits were magnificent. "Mrs Stevens attittude has improved. I don't believe at this time that a cavity search will be necessary."
Melissa turned pale and quickly pulled down her thong. She decided to let the two black men get an eye full and no longer tried to hide her
attributes.
"Turn around, spread your legs, bend down and touch your ankles."
Melissa slowly did what she was told. "What is this for?"
"I wont need to do a physical cavity search, but I still need to do an optical one."
Melissa started to cry. She felt like she was exposed to the big black man. Worse, the fat one seeemd to be looking over the handsome one's shoulder. She could even feel agent Johson's breath on her privates. She jumped when he placed his hands on her thighs just under her ass. "Please?" she begged.
"Just need a slightly better view." Leroy used his thumbs to spread her pussy lips apart. "Looks clean."
"I concur," said Deon.
"Great. Can I get dressed now?"
"Not until we run tests on your clothes. It should only be an hour or more."
"You expect me to sit here naked the whole time.
"Yes, we do. Agent Brown, shall we adjourn?"
"Huh?"
"Shall we move to the next room?"
"Yeah."
Donnie sat reading a magazine in the next room. He heard a car door slam outside just as the two other black men entered. Leroy peaked out the window. "It's her. You two get on over back to Melissa's room."
Donnie stood and placed his hands behind his back. Deon cuffed his wrists together with fake handcuffs. Leroy was stripping as they left
the room.
"Jes... I mean Allah be praised," Donnie gasped as he saw Melissa naked.
Melissa let out a little scream and tried to cover her breasts and pussy with her hands. "What the hell?"
Donnie couldn't get over the magnificent creature standing before him. His cock swelled up slightly. This bitch was the head cheerleader, the prom queen, the girl next door centerfold with a porn stars body and he- a janitor/ dropout- was going to fuck her. "That's her, dude."
"Who this woman here?" Deon pointed at Melissa. He walked over behind the poor woman and pulled her arms away from her body. "Get a good look," he said winking at Donnie.
"That's her. She and the other woman is my boss."
"I've never seen this man before," cried Melissa indignantly.
Deon released Melissa and walked back over to Donnie. "State for the cameras who you are. Are you Donnie Jefferson, aka Donnie Do-rag, aka Fireplug Jefferson?"
"No, they was my slave names. My name is Tariq Mohammed, yo."
"And you recognize this woman?"
"Her and her friend are the leaders of our cell."
"Did they ever threaten the president?"
"All the time, yo."
"If you're telling the truth, the courts will be lenient."
"He's lying," screamed, Melissa.
"It's against my religion to lie."
"Don't worry, Mrs Stevens the US government will discover the truth. Fireplug here thinks he's a big shot terrorist, but we suspect he's just a second rate drug dealer." Deon walked behind Donnie and undid his cuffs. "Step two steps in front of me and remove your clothes."
Donnie did as he was told. He was facing Melissa as he stripped. He noticed she was less concerned by her own nudity. She kept her breasts bare, but both hands over her crotch. He felt a brief twinge of guilt. The poor woman looked distraught and on the verge of a breakdown. Her cheeks were wet and her eyes red from crying. Her hair was mussed. But still she was hot and he was going to fuck her or more importantly, she was going to willingly fuck him.
Melissa's eyes widened when he bared his chest. He had a fit young body, each muscle, hard and well-defined. He unzipped his pants and waited until he was sure her eyes were focused on his crotch before quickly yanking them down. He wasn't wearing underwear.
Melissa frowned. Her eyes narrowed then widened. Her mind refused to believe what it was seeing. Her jaw dropped, then the words. "Oh mygod," came out of her mouth.
"You alright Mrs Stevens?" asked Deon.
"She fine," growled Donnie. He was trying to keep his cock from growing to full size and it wasn't easy. "She never seen a black cock before."
"N-no I haven't." Melissa's husband was no slouch in the penis department at maybe six and a half inches, but Donnie was twice that long and maybe three times as thick. The huge cock was topped by an even more massive cockhead. It was dark black with a long curved flair around the shaft.
"Sit down Donnie," said Deon indicating a chair. When Donnie sat, Deon reapplied the handcuffs. "There is a way to get to the truth here. I can administer a truth drug."
"No way," said Donnie.
"Then you are lying," accused Deon.
"Whats this drug entail?" asked Melissa. She walked over and sat down on the stripped down bed.
"Simple pill disolved in a glass of water. You won't taste it and the effects will only last a few hours. The benefit is that if you are proved innocent, we'll have you home by this afternoon."
"I'll take it."
"Me too," said Donnie with a smirk. "I'm just a pawn in her terrorist scheme."
"I'll mix the drinks," said Deon. Leroy would not have approved. The older black man had some principles. He didn't know Donnie really was a small time drug dealer. As for Deon, he just wanted to sink his dick in some white pussy and he figured, if they were stoned, they wouldn't be disgusted by his fat. Deon dropped some exstacy in a glass for Melissa. Donnie also got a hit a X along with the little blue pill. Donnie felt he could handle both. Deon took them their drinks. He held Donnie's up for him to drink, since his hands were still cuffed. "I'll be back in an hour when the drugs kick in. Yell if you need anything." Deon left and reentered the other room.
Kim knocked on the hotel room door. It opened and she entered the room. The door closed behind her. She turned. Agent Johnson stood behind her, nude, his cock already plumping up. Kim took a step backward. "Agent Johnson, what are you doing?"
"Just waiting for you, Mrs Anderson."
"I ah thought I was here to meet with your supervisor."
"He's detained. We have some time to ourselves. You haven't forgotten how good this cock felt in you have you?" The black man hefted the big log.
"No." Kim could never forget that day. "But..." My husband, your supervisor, your black, I'm married, it was the best sex of my life, you've had a vasectomy, no consequences, I love that big black cock, I need it in my pussy.
"But what, Mrs Anderson?"
"But what are we waiting for?" Kim started unbuttoning her blouse staring at his cock the whole time. It grew to it's full foot long length. Kim had smooth pale white skin, with long raven tresses falling down her back. A former nerd, she had blossomed in college loosing her braces and getting contacts. Her body now rivaled any porn stars.
Leroy watched her magnificent body expose itself. Watching two such beautiful white women strip in one days was almost more then he could handle. When she was nude, Kim fell to her knees and grabbed the base of his cock.
Kim licked around the black man's cockhead. Her pussy dripped with anticipation eager to have it inside. Something had changed in her after fucking this cock. She thought of Agent Johnson everyday. The first time she'd slept with her husband after Johnson had been a depressing disappointment. She needed more. In Kim's purse was a list she'd started making. A list of black men she might seduce into fucking her regularly.
Kim bobbed her head over Johnson's shaft. Her belly growled in anticipation. She knew this stud would have no trouble cumming several times even though he was old enough to be her father. Kim massaged his balls and stroked the base of his shaft to speed him up. There was no telling when his supervisor might return.
Kim felt herself becoming addicted to this cock. It grew in her mouth, the swelling making it even harder. Cum filled her mouth as the cock gave a little jerk. She gulped his sperm, swallowing as fast as she could, but it still poured down her chin. Kim didn't start stroking his cock until she was sure the last little bit had drained from his balls.
Leroy walked over to the bed, stroking his cock to keep it hard. He laid down on his back and held his cock up. "Come mount me."
Kim walked over to the bed. "These aren't on, are they?" she asked noticing the cameras.
"No, they're here for the final interview. I wouldn't want to risk my job by having a sex tape with a terrorist suspect make the rounds of the office."
"Of course." Kim straddled him. She lowered herself over his shaft, feeling the fat cockhead press against her pussy. She slammed down, impaling herself on his shaft and found herself cumming immediately. Her pussy had adapted to this big cock and never snapped back to normal. She didn't feel satisfied anymore without a golfball sized cockhead pushing into her womb. What would she do without him?
Agent Johnson grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them apart as she bounced on his dick.
She felt his finger press against her anus. But it wasn't his finger. He was holding her cheeks. The thing pushed hard against her rectum. It was big. "My boss," whispered Johnson. "Treat him as well as me and you're home free."
"It hurts," gasped Kim as her rectum stretched open. She pictured another black man standing behind her. He was as handsome as agent Johnson with a fit muscular body and a huge cock. Her pussy quivered with lust.
Sweat glistened on Deon's quivering flesh as he pushed his fat cock deep inside Kim's ass.
"Got you, jerk," said Melissa with a sneer. "This drug will prove you are a liar."
"Says you," laughed Donnie. "I know you aint no terrorist, but if it helps keep me out of jail, fuck you."
"Thanks for the confession, asshole." Melissa nodded towards the cameras.
"They aint running fool," lied Donnie. "They is just the standby lights. The pig has the remote in his hands and I saw him click them off."
"Fuck!"
"I'd sure love too."
"What?"
"I'd sure love to fuck that white pussy. Shove twelve inches of dark meat up that tight little twat."
"What are you doing?" Melissa stared aghast at Donnie's rapidly sweling cock. It stretched out an inch, then began to swell. As it swelled, the shaft began to rise.
"I bet it would be like fucking a virgin. My big black cock would stretch you out like hubby never could. It would ruin you for white dicks. Wish I could swell that belly with a black baby, if I wasn't fucking sterile." His cock was completely hard now. The big head, a fat round knob, the flair wide and pronounced.
"Stop it! Agent Brown, Agent Johnson, I need you." There was no response.
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It had been great fun having Dave and Eddie down staying with us during the series with Potomac. Now, far too quickly, they were on the road again. It was a quiet time for me. Work was winding down, and, in just another two weeks, I'd be giving up my summer internship and returning to school for the fall semester. The job had been routine -- a little disappointing, considering my expectations going in -- and I was happy enough to be leaving. I'd been doing a lot of thinking about my...
When I got back to our room after my (second) breakfast in the motel lobby, me and Dave went off for one of my favorite on-the-road pastimes, miniature golf! Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, of all the stops on the Carolina League schedule, was the only place that was a real tourist town, with lots of amusements. They had a nice beach, too, and sometimes when we were there Dave and I would hang out and watch the girls in their bikinis. That was fun, and some of those girls -- man, they were...
Mother called me on Monday night while Patsy and I were watching "The Closer" on cable, and I was a little irritated, because I had been absorbed in the show. I signaled Patsy to turn on the DVR so that I could at least catch up, later, with Deputy Chief Brenda Johnson's doings. "I hear you're in the market for a house," my mother said. "Really? Where did you hear that?" "Are you? Is it true?" "Yes. It's true. How did you hear about it already?" I was doubly irritated now....
Our bus ride from Myrtle Beach straight back to Frederick was a hot-and-dusty 500-mile trial-by-hemorroid, and it was accomplished in the middle of the night, starting less than an hour after we'd played our final (night) game of the season in the Land of the Grand Strand. The Pelicans were in last place in the Southern Division, so we wouldn't be back. That was the good news. The bad news was, we'd likely be back in Kinston, North Carolina -- itself a butt-busting 400 miles from home --...
I was absolutely certain I had done the right thing. Our enormous future dependence on Emmy still bothered me, but the "pre-nup" helped. It helped a lot. Perhaps Emmy was merely indulging me. Perhaps she thought that nobody would ever actually enforce the agreement -- that my ever-growing debt to her would never be repaid. After all, unless she sued for performance, nobody would or could ever force me to make good on this running tab, this long-term debt. But I felt the obligation, and...
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The first thing I had the swamper do was run up and down the street to all the saloons, inviting everybody to a free show out in front of this one in half an hour. When he got back from that errand, I had him carry all those clothes on the floor out and make a pile of them in the middle of the street. I gave him a dollar tip and told him to get a Mexican beer for the both of us. We sat and drank our beer while we waited for the half hour to be up. I took the last drink from my mug and then...
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I was traveling on business when my flight was laid over at O'Hare for bad weather. The airline put me up at a airport hotel and told me it could be as long as 48 hours before they could get me another flight. I took a cab to a bar the bellhop recommended and sat down for a few beers and watched the Bulls. When I got up to take a leak and noticed a lovely brunette sitting by the door. She was about 5-7 with nice tits and lecherous smile. I got back from the head and looked for the brunette. She...
By the fall of 1976 Elizette and I had been deeply involved for over a year. A petite Brazilian, she had jet black hair the length of her back, flawless bronze skin, large, dark brown eyes, and a lissome, graceful body. At twenty, she was almost insatiably sexual. We would have sex five or six times a week, sometimes three times a day. Everything from long languid afternoons of massage and foreplay to quickies in public places. Once at a baseball game she sat on my lap in a tactically parted...
I was finishing up the last of my chores, feeding the horses. I was closing the barn door and never saw the black men jump out of the bushes.One of them pinned me down on my stomach and sat on my back. My arms were pinned to my sides by his legs and he was holding my head down so I couldn't see what was going on in the barn, but I heard someone else rummaging through the tack room."Got what we need man!" I heard one man say.A bandanna was slipped over my eyes and tied behind my head, and...
I was traveling on business when my flight was laid over at O'Hare for bad weather. The airline put me up at a airport hotel and told me it could be as long as 48 hours before they could get me another flight. I took a cab to a bar the bellhop recommended and sat down for a few beers and watched the Bulls. When I got up to take a leak and noticed a lovely brunette sitting by the door. She was about 5-7 with nice tits and lecherous smile. I got back from the head and looked for the brunette. She...
I was traveling on business when my flight was laid over at O'Hare for bad weather. The airline put me up at a airport hotel and told me it could be as long as 48 hours before they could get me another flight. I took a cab to a bar the bellhop recommended and sat down for a few beers and watched the Bulls. When I got up to take a leak and noticed a lovely brunette sitting by the door. She was about 5-7 with nice tits and lecherous smile. I got back from the head and looked for the brunette. She...
My job in this ambush was to decide when it was to start. Foster placed me just around a curve in the road, gave me a good-sized tree for cover, two muskets, and orders to stop the patrol when it was close enough. I loaded buck and ball and we waited. I guess there was six or seven of us that day. We heard them coming before we saw them, a column of men on foot led by a slim officer on horseback, maybe twenty of them and another rider at the tail. As they rounded the bend and came into view,...
Fifty years after a nearly apocalyptic world war, human population is a fraction of what it had been. In an effort to restore the dangerous population levels, women were enslaved and used as reproductive machinery. In the natural response to such arbitrary oppression, a courageous leader arose among the women and led many of them out of the giant maternity-camps of the north-east into the west to escape their masters. Forcibly sensitive to the necessities of reproduction and survival, they...
I figured that I could wait a day before collecting my reward, so I dressed in my usual woman's clothes and spent some time cleaning the house and other household chores. I was just finishing up when a woman came to the door carrying a boy about 7 years old. This was Mrs. Simmons and her son, Jeffery. She asked to see Pa; she had not heard about the murder. I told her Pa was dead, so she would have to travel to Trinity to see a regular doctor. Mrs. Simmons started to cry and said, "I...
I raced to the two other exterior doors and dropped the bars across them, too. Fortunately, Pa had never removed the iron bars across the windows he had installed to keep out marauding Comanches 12 years ago. Thus, my house was as nearly impregnable as any fort, as long as they didn't resort to fire. Of course, I could suffer a lot of broken glass, but I could live with that. Somewhere along the line, Pa had acquired a Henry rifle, and I had plenty of ammunition for it. As the saying goes,...
I didn't stand up until I was sure that there was nobody around waiting to take a pot shot at me. Apparently, this town was not overly populated with nosy parkers, because not a single person came running to see what the commotion was all about. Of course, it could be that they expected more shots to be fired and didn't want to be in the way of a stray bullet. If that was the case, I had to admire their perspicacity. I figured that the coast was clear after a few minutes of nothing...
The trip back to Willow Run was uneventful, a fact for which I was grateful. Here I was, carrying about $1,200 in my money belt—all I needed was more excitement! Shit! I like excitement, but that kind I don't need! But, now I had an unusual problem, at least, unusual for me. I had TOO much money. Scattered in coffee cans around the house, I had nearly $1,500. That was way too much money for a doctor to accumulate on short notice, but I was really uncomfortable just leaving it lying around....
I was absolutely flumboozeled! Here, I had just saved this guy from three bullies, and he sits on the ground bawling his eyes out. "Hey, Mister! I thought that you would be happy that I just shot these galoots. Why are you crying?" "I'm crying because I'm so relieved! They said that ifen I didn't pay them the money I owed, they would come by my house tonight an' rape my wife. And they would do it every night until I paid in full. Ya jus' saved us from that, an' I wuz so relieved...
I spent the rest of the day visiting Smith's victims and returning their "penalty" money. By late afternoon, I had visited everybody listed in the ledger that I could find. I just had time to get home before dark, so I took off at a brisk lope and got home before Lupe could be mad at me (damn, there I go sounding like a husband, again!). I had dropped by the Jimsen jail and collected Blount, so that I could turn him in to the Willow Run marshal for a receipt. He was worth $100, so I was...
I had to think about just how I was going to take out the three galoots I was tied up with. They all knew where I was, so there was no chance of sneaking up on them. I was probably a better shot than any of them, but that doesn't always count for much in this kind of fight. My big problem was being shot by one while I was concentrating on another one. My first order of business was to shift to another tree before they surrounded this one. I slipped back until I was well away from my...
That afternoon, we went looking for a preacher to marry us in 4 weeks. The Methodist preacher was agreeable, so we scheduled the shindig with him for a Sunday afternoon, 4 weeks away. We were able to arrange everything that day, so we left happy. The next day, Joe and I, as Jake Esposito, took the buckboard to Trinity to look into the LeMat conversion. The gunsmith was relieved to see me; he had feared that he had lost a customer since it had been so long since I had been in to see (and nag)...
I didn't faint from the blow to my kidney, but I wished that I had. I didn't have time to move from the crouch the blow to my kidney had forced me to before there was another blow to my side which rolled me over. I found out later that a kick was being aimed to my head (which could have been fatal) when the pistol shot rang out, and a huge body fell to the ground beside me. The next thing I knew was that I was lying on the bar and a very angry Joe was facing half a dozen toughs. He had his...