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Chapter 75 – The Other Law
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Copyright 2004
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"You're quite the little actress, Sally," said Duane. Duane was sitting on the couch typing their weekly case status report into his laptop computer. "When I took this assignment I had no idea how much fun it was going to be."
"Who the fuck was acting? The bastard Zachary liked to have killed me. Look at the whelps on my ass," said Sally bending over and lifting her short robe to show Duane her bare bottom. She playfully backed up to the couch reaching one hand back to pull her buttocks apart.
"I'll kiss it and make it well?' asked Duane leaning forward to plant his lips on his co-workers rear. He couldn't resist passing his tongue over Sally's anus.
"How about a butt munch? Feel like sucking that A-hole, tongue fucker?" said Sally jiggled her bottom then reaching back with her other hand to fully separate her buttocks. Using techniques she'd strengthened during Pilate's class she flexed the muscles of her anal ring inward then outward.
"What a talent!" exclaimed an impressed Duane. " The Major did mark your ass but hell we all know you get off on being abused," said Duane referring to Colonel Mercer's second in command, Major Zachary Wallace. Duane could see faint red lines and his lips detected places where the skin was raised in whelps. He even detected there was a slight amount of heat rising from the surface. Still he knew that Sally was a pain slut and that she relished the kind of punishment she had suffered last night.
"Come on partner, suck my butt and I'll do yours," said Sally extending her arm to where she could stick the tip of her finger up her pulsating asshole.
"Didn't you get enough cock last night? I've got to finish this report. You know how the Agency gets excited when they don't hear from their field agents at least once a week."
"You're no fun. I'll just fuck myself," sighed Sally plopping down in a nearby armchair. She athletically placed her legs over the chair arms raising herself up into a split level with the chair arms. Sally took a large dildo off the adjacent end table, coated the head with lubricant from a clear plastic bottle, positioned it at the entrance to her vagina and then slowly lowered herself causing the dildo to slide into her pussy. "My sorority big sister taught me to do this. Funny the things you learn at Smith."
"Glad you took advantage of everything your school had to offer. You joined the DEA right out of college?" said Duane not looking at Sally and continuing to type.
"Yes, the recruiter said there would be opportunity to work undercover. That sounded exciting."
"Did he mention that you would be getting fucked all the time?"
"Yes, he told me that undercover assignments often involved having indiscriminate sex with multiple partners," said Sally playing with her clit as she raised and lowered herself.
"And your response was?"
"Where the hell do I sign up?"
"So you weren't required to prove you were a total slut before you joined?"
"I offered to blow him."
"And he accepted?"
Yes of course, I did him right there in the small office at Smith's placement center. When I got him to blow his load in record time, he said I had the makings of a terrific undercover agent."
"I suppose getting you cock sucked by college graduates is one of the hidden perks of government service."
"Want me to suck yours?"
"In a minute, that squishing sound your pussy is making when you ride that latex dong is arousing my interest and diverting my attention from our report."
"I think I'll go to the gym and work out after we fuck," said Sally. "Maybe there's some horny body builder there who'll pay me some attention. I'll go in the men's locker room and lay down on a bench and take on all comers."
"Most body builders are narcissistic fags."
"You were a body builder ergo you are a narcissistic fag," said Sally reaching down to spank her pussy while using the dildo to invade her vagina. "Bad pussy, bad pussy," chanted Sally slapping her clitoris with an open palm.
"I was a weight lifter and a wrestler, very different thing."
"Let's go to the mall and try on dresses after the gym," said Sally.
"I told you that I'll pick it out but we have to bring it home for me to try. There's no way I'm going in the Ladies Changing Room. I could get arrested."
"I am getting better at guessing your sizes. You looked darling last night in the outfit I got you at Victoria Secrets. All the top echelon of the South Carolina Highway Patrol agreed. They lined up to ream your butthole," said Sally. "I wish all men's cocks were this big."
"All most no men's cocks are that big. That dildo's what, ten inches long? The legendary John Holmes was only fourteen."
"Who the fuck is John Holmes? Where is he? Can I meet him?"
"Unfortunately for you, he's dead, died of AIDS."
"Must have been gay?"
"Bisexual, he performed in straight and gay porn films. He was quite famous in his day."
"Too bad, I would have loved to fuck him. That Adult Store where I got this has even bigger ones that this. But they're mostly for queers. They got one shaped like a human arm. Want me to buy it for you?"
"No, my anus is just the right size to fit tight around the average dick. Aren't you afraid you'll stretch something down there? Now, got to run this through Spell Checker and I'm done."
"It always snaps back. As part of my Phi Mu initiation, all the pledges had to be fisted by their big sister."
"I suppose you didn't have any problem," said Duane.
"Cory went in past her wrist and all I did was moan. Then everybody oohed and ahhed when she went in to her elbow. Most of the pledges were freaking out over a couple of fingers."
"An overachiever in so many ways, I didn't know you were so fucking hardcore until last night."
"The entire evening was hardcore to me. I had a great time. The hard part was pretending I was some innocent young thing horrified and disgusted about having to participate in such depraved acts."
"Yeah but the horse piss and jism cocktail you sucked out of Celeste Pearson's butt was what I would term edge play, definitely beyond hardcore. I've suck jism out of an asshole before but not with a horse piss chaser."
"I don't think it was horse piss. It tasted like regular piss to me."
"And you would know. What are you some kind of piss connoisseur?"
"I dated a guy in college that was into golden showers, big time. Don't tell me you and Carole never traded a little urine," said Sally referring to Duane's wife.
"Certainly not of an equine nature. You never told me you were into water sports."
"I only dated Todd for a semester. He was a grad student in Political Science. And he belonged to this group at UMASS that was into piss. It was mostly faculty. Do you think sticking a dildo in your womb could keep you from having a baby?"
"How should I know? So what happened during group meetings?"
"Professor Miles, he was sort of in charge, would give everybody a pee sickle to lick. At least that was how we started."
"What in blazes is a pee sickle?"
"And I thought you knew everything. It was frozen pee on a pop sickle stick. Didn't your mom have one of those plastic molds she could fill with water and flavoring and put in the refrigerator freezer when you were a little boy?"
"As a matter of fact, she did, but at my house we favored blueberry or orange. We never thought of using our pee. But my dad was a cop and mom taught school. It would take a tenured professor at UMASS to realize the potential of frozen urine on a stick. So what happened after the pee pops had melted."
"We peed on each other. He had an indoor swimming pool. We had sex too."
"Did you get off on it?" asked Duane.
"Yeah at first, it was cool to have one guy with his cock in your pussy or ass while somebody else pisses in your mouth. It got old after a while."
"So what did you do when everyone's bladder was empty, discuss the sex life of Emily Dickinson? Her home is right off campus."
"Emily Dickinson, the spinster of Amherst. The American Lit professors at Smith made such a big deal out of her. I think her poems are total shit."
"So at Smith you were more into the piss swilling dildo fucking crowd than the lesbian poetry reading bunch."
"Definitely, although I occasionally let one of the dykes go down on me if she asked politely."
"Is there any truth to the rumor that the Smith Faculty expects the students to engage in lesbian relationships?"
"A Smith girl is supposed to be bi-sexual. That's part of the ethos of the place."
"And all that illicit sex prepared you for a career as an undercover DEA agent?"
"Not hardly, did I ever tell you about my first undercover assignment?"
"No, I don't think so," said Duane responding to the Spell Checker using the laptop's mouse.
"Roy Beckman was head of the Newark office. Don't quote me on this but Roy is a first class prick."
"I know Roy and I agree he is a lousy son of a bitch to work for. He'd whore his own mother if he though it would score any points with the bosses. So what happened?"
"He wanted to make a big score to move his career along. So he puts me on the street working for this snitch who happened to be a pimp that went by the name of Little L."
"Little L, colorful name," said Duane.
"Yeah, a year before Roy had busted Little L with a rental truck full of high quality Jamaican weed. So he had him by the short hairs. Besides weed, Little L ran half dozen girls out of his crib near the jersey end of the Lincoln Tunnel. I became one of the whores. I was turning twenty tricks a night, mostly half and half."
"Your initial assignment was working as a hooker? Promising start to a career in law enforcement."
"Yes, I was supposed to fuck my way to the top of the local Jamaican Posse."
"Somebody recognized your talent early on," said Duane.
"I caught gonorrhea three times. The last time the infection was in my throat. I couldn't talk or suck cock for two weeks."
"The loss of income must have pissed Little L off," said Duane.
"He took a pimp stick to my ass and beat me until I passed out," said Sally.
"How did you get clap?"
"I went into a crack house to make a buy. The residents decided that I needed to pull a train. They beat me up, ripped my clothes off and tied me to a bed frame. I stayed there two days until finally Little L got to wondering where I was and found me."
"How many cars in the train?"
"Shit, I don't know. I lost count after the first twenty. The worst part was that some of them hadn't bathed in months," said Sally.
"Personal hygiene and crack are not compatible. Did you ever bust any of the higher ups?"
"I made a case against two of his lieutenants but the top guy wasn't having nothing to do with a white whore."
"Wise man, done, done, done," said Duane closing the laptop.
"Duane, come over here and eat my pussy. I need it so badly. I'll just do anything if you go down on me," said Sally.
"Love too, partner," said Duane moving to a kneeling position in front of Sally.
"Nice, you got a warm soft tongue,' said Sally closing her eyes.
"How about a little pee? Just pretend you're back at Smith and Emily Dickinson is licking your snatch," said Duane after he had been eating Sally's pussy for a few minutes?
"Put your mouth on my pee hole and don't move. I don't want to have to get the piss smell out of the upholstery," said Sally.
Duane positioned his mouth over Sally's urethra. Almost immediately, his mouth slowly filled with Sally's urine. He greedily gulped the warm acrid liquid down.
"I see I'm not the only one who likes a piss cocktail," said Sally when they were done. Sally leaned down to kiss Duane a deep probing tongue kiss then returned his head to her pussy."
"Nothing like French kissing a man with the taste and smell of your piss in his mouth. It's heavenly," said Sally.
"Nothing like eating a hot pussy with a belly full of warm urine," said Duane.
"How about returning the favor?"
"Sure, that coffee is working its magic on me. I feel like I'm going to bust," said Duane standing up.
"I'm a lucky lady," said Sally taking Duane's cock in her mouth. "Be a good boy and empty your bladder in Momma's mouth."
"You full?" asked Duane when the last drops of urine had left his bladder and Sally had gulped it down.
"Tight as a tick as the locals say," said Sally placing her hand on her slightly distended belly. "Now, Momma wants to be fucked in her ass."
"Turn over and spread your cheeks, Marilyn," said Duane.
"Marilyn," questioned Sally.
"Yeah, Marilyn was my mother's name," said Duane positioning his cock as Sally's well-lubricated anus.
"Did you ever get it on with Momma?"
"No, Momma was pretty straight with us kids."
"Brothers and sisters?"
"I taught my little brother Eddie to suck my dick when he was eleven and I was thirteen. He threw up the first time I unloaded in his mouth. I beat the shit out of him for that. In spite of last night you are still tight."
"I love having a cock in my ass," said Sally reaching between her legs to cup Duane's balls.
"Carole likes anal. She let me butt fuck her on our second date," said Duane picking up the pace.
"What girl doesn't? At least if she's not a lesbian."
Minutes later after changing positions several times, Duane ejaculated deep inside Sally's rectum as she masturbated herself to another loud screaming climax.
"Let's see if it is going to rain," said Duane after they had caught their breath. He turned on the television and selected the Weather Channel. An advertisement of the Williams for President was playing.
"Did you hear the Colonel and Major Zachary talking about Senator Williams?" asked Sally idly masturbating herself.
"Not surprising, she's on every fucking billboard, radio station, and television channel in Charleston. The idea of a woman running for President brings out the misogynist in these red neck Southerners."
"I've heard rumors that Senator Williams is involved with drugs. In fact, she's the head of the world's largest drug cartel. Maybe we can get something on her. Bringing down a US Senator would get the both of us promoted," said Sally.
"Don't even think about it .I'm deadly serious. You've obviously never heard the cautionary tale of Mandy Wyman?" asked Duane looking disturbed. He grabbed Sally's shoulder and squeezed hard as he spoke.
"Who was she?"
"Like you, she was a pretty young miss who joined the DEA right out of college."
"So you think I'm pretty?"
"Mandy was from Boston, went to Tufts on scholarship very ambitious and like you a girl fully committed to being a slut. She was a good kid and everybody liked her. I was working in the Boston office at the time she joined the DEA. She was also a really good-looking piece of ass and very understanding when one of the guys needed some strange."
"Sluts are always popular with the guys. I learned that in middle school," said Sally.
"Unknown to anyone, she decided on her own to look into the rumors about Senator Williams. Mandy hooked up with these biker chicks that according to the word on the street were fanatically loyal to the Senator. Mandy even bought a Harley with her own money. Of course, if the agent in charge had known anything about this they would have transferred her overnight to Alaska."
"Did she find anything?"
"Who knows? She disappeared one day," said Duane.
"What happened to her?"
"Vanished like a puff of smoke, for over a year, nobody had a clue, then one day her fiancé shows up at the office with a scat film."
"That's wild, she disappeared to make scat films," said Sally.
"Not exactly, her fiancé was a medical student. He claimed that a buddy of his who knew Mandy brought him the DVD because he thought he recognized Mandy. The fiancé his name was Mark as I recall showed us the DVD. Can you picture the DEA's Boston office sitting in a conference room watching a scat film? Some of them had no idea that there were people on earth who got off eating shit. It was almost impossible to recognize her."
"So how did you know it was her?"
"Her fiancé stopped on a frame where you could see a small birthmark shaped like a ship's anchor high on the back of her neck. He had some pictures of her sucking his cock that showed the exact same birthmark. Still she was hard to recognize."
"Why?"
"Her hair was dyed platinum blonde and she'd had a boob job. Her fiancé said she was a 34B when she disappeared but she was more like a double D in the film. And that's not all."
"Pray continue."
"She was tattooed like a Japanese yakusa. I mean every inch of skin was covered with some design. Even her face and the inside of her labia were tattooed. From her forehead to the tops of her feet, she was inked. It looked bizarre"
"So what was she doing on the DVD?" asked Sally.
"Among other things, ingesting a very large steamy turd right out of another girl's ass. There was a close-up of another girl squatting over Mandy. On the DVD, you could hear the other woman groaning and grunting as her sphincter opened up and a nice big slug of kaviar appeared."
"Kaviar," questioned Sally?
"Scat term, refers to feces. Anyway as soon as about an inch is showing, Mandy wraps her lips around it and starts chewing."
"Now that is truly hardcore," said Sally.
"I'll say. Anyway our little Mandy chews and swallows as inch-by-inch a foot long log of brown shit emerges. When she finished chewing, she cleaned the shit off her partners' asshole with her mouth. Then the partner pisses in Mandy's mouth to help her wash it all down. Some other girls then joined Mandy and her friend and everybody got to eat some shit and drink pee. They smeared it all over themselves then ate each other's shit covered pussy. It was nasty."
"So were you able to figure out where sweet little Mandy was and rescue her from a life of scat?"
"Nope, our Washington experts said that the DVD was probably made at one of the mining camps located a thousand miles up the Amazon. There were hundreds of those places and they are not easy to get to. It would have taken an army to find her. All of the camps have brothels and Mandy was most likely working in one of them. An agent who grew up in Amazonia came to Boston and explained that a white woman would last at most two years in an Amazon brothel. Suicide, disease, snake bites, drunken miners all contribute to a shortened life span. He also said that a well-connected patron in Sao Paulo owns some of the more notorious brothels. His brothels always have a pair of hungry jaguars on the premises. If a girl gives them trouble or gets too sick too work, she's fed to the cats and that becomes a snuff film. The girl's still alive when they tear off a steak or crunch a bone."
"Wow," said Sally.
"So I never want to hear another word about Senator Williams. She is inviolable as far as the DEA is concerned."
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