Our First Female President

Chapter 78 – Highway Patrol Visit

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"We can talk here without being interrupted," said Anna Estelle holding the door open for Celeste Pearson to enter their hotel suite.

"Too many prying eyes in that coffee shop," added Hoover McNally. "Plus we can have a drink and relax."

"Excellent idea, Hoover, I've got a terrific chardonnay in the fridge. It's from the Senator's vineyard in Sonoma. Care for a glass, Celeste?" asked Anna Estelle.

"That would be terrific," said Celeste. "It will help me to relax. I had quite a night."

"Here, let me take your coat," said Hoover to Celeste as Anna Estelle headed to the kitchen. Hoover purposefully allowed his forearm to brush across Celeste's breasts as he helped her out of the coat. "Sorry," said Hoover conscious of the soft mound of flesh pressed against his arm. He felt gratified when Celeste smiled warmly at his remark.

I can't wait to get my mouth on her knockers mused Hoover. She shouldn't be any problem. She owes us big time and she knows it. Plus I can tell she's the kind of woman who likes sex, especially the group kind.

"Have a seat, Celeste," said Hoover.

Celeste sat down in the center of the large couch. She relaxed back in the deep cushions allowing her skirt to ride considerably up her thigh. Celeste took a look around at the large well-appointed hotel suite.

Senator Williams' staff lives well decided Celeste. Thank God she's taking care of me. The credit card companies have quit calling. They were driving me insane. I couldn't have stood it a daylonger. With the cash they gave me, I've paid all our regular monthly bills, and got current on the condo mortgage and our car leases. Anna Estelle is so beautiful and sexy. I've got a feeling that the big bulge in Hoover's crotch is for real. I liked it when he rubbed his arm across my boobs. This could be a very interesting afternoon.

In the kitchen, Anna Estelle was filling an eyedropper with Liquid Ecstasy.

"That should be enough to get her in the mood thought Anna Estelle as she squeezed the black rubber bulb squirting the clear liquid into the wine glass. Anna Estelle swirled the glass to mix the contents. Oh hell, I could use some X myself and so could Hoover decided Anna Estelle as she added smaller amounts of Liquid Ecstasy to the other two glasses.

"Just give us the blow by blow with all the details," said Anna Estelle as soon as the three were seated. Following Celeste's example, Anna Estelle skirt was slightly above the lace tops of her stay up hose. Anna Estelle kicked off her shoes and encouraged Celeste to follow.

"The wine is delicious," said Celeste after taking a drink.

"Thanks, I'm glad you like it," said Anna Estelle feeling her own warm glow from the booze and the dope.

"I was an Irish Whisky man until Anna Estelle taught me how to enjoy the finer things in life. Where were we?" said Hoover.

"It was quite an evening. Colonel Wesley Mercer, Major Adele Simpson, and Major Zachary Wallace were waiting for me when I got home from work. They were sitting in the parking lot in an unmarked car," said Celeste recalling the previous night's events.

"Just stopped by for beer and a little pussy," said Wesley grabbing Celeste and pulling her to him as soon as the foursome got inside Celeste's condo. His large hands covered her buttocks pulling her against his groin as he kissed her. Celeste put her arms around the Colonel's bull neck and held him against her as she pushed her tongue into his mouth. Slowly. Celeste felt the Colonel raising her skirt past the tops of her hose. His hands cupped her bare butt. She could feel his hardening cock pressing against her pubic mound.

"Where's that faggot husband of yours?" asked Zachary heading toward the kitchen.

"Still at work," said Celeste pressing her groin against the Colonel's hardon as the Colonel's hand slipped under the edge of her boy shorts.

"You want it. Don't you bitch?" asked the Colonel grinding his cock against her.

"You know I do. You made me into a slut, Wesley. I was a decent person until you came along."

"You and that dick sucker husband were a pair of drug dealing criminals. You just getting what you deserve,' said the Colonel ending the embrace. Celeste did not bother to push her skirt back down.

"I got to piss," said Adele ducking into the bathroom right off the entryway. Adele dropped her uniform trousers, pushed her panty down to her ankles and began a noisy urination with the door open. Ever since she was a little girl, Adele had gotten a thrill from urinating while other's watched.

"I was about to bust," announced Adele as she noisily sprayed her pee into the commode.

"Just make yourself at home," said Celeste listen to the sound of Adele making water.

"Good, you bought some decent beer, not the cheap shit like last time," said Zachary returning from the kitchen with three beers in his hands. He handed one to the Colonel then another to Adele still sitting on the commode. Adele lifted the brown bottle to her lips and took a long swallow then belched loudly.

"That's not very ladylike, Adele,' commented Wesley.

Celeste was not sure whether the Colonel was referring to her emptying her bladder with the bathroom door open or the obnoxious belch.

"I'm not a lady. I'm a highway patrolman," responded Adele taking another swallow of her beer then wiping her mouth with the back of her fist. "I'm a constipated highway patrolman. I haven't taken a dump in two days."

"Reminds me, you ever see that television show about the highway patrol?" asked Wesley sitting down on the couch and throwing his feet up on the table. He began to unbutton his uniform blouse.

"Yeah, the one in California with that greaser asshole that's on television now trying to sell land in Florida, Erik something or another, it's a greaser name," said Zachary.

"Erik Estrada, dumb ass, but I'm talking about the old black and white TV show called 'Highway Patrol.' It starred Broderick Crawford as Chief Dan Mathews. It was terrific not like the shit you see on TV these days," said Wesley.

"Never heard of it, when was it on?" asked Zachary.

"In the mid 1950's," said Celeste returning from the kitchen. She decided that some form of alcohol would help her deal with what was about to happen. She'd downed a quick shot of tequila then poured herself a glass of wine.

"Way before my time," said Adele standing up to unroll a fist full of toilet paper from the roll.

"Mine too," added Zachary walking up to Celeste. "So how does a sweet young thing like you know about something on TV that long ago?" Zachary did not give Celeste a chance to answer. He pinned her up against the door jam and kissed her hard. He used one hand to push her sweater up above her brassiere. Pressing his groin hard against Celeste's pubic bone, his hand slipped inside her bra. Thumb and forefinger captured her nipple. Zachary squeezed hard.

"I lived with my grandparents while my parents worked for an oil company in Saudi Arabia. My grandfather was a fan of Broderick Crawford. He had all his movies on tape. He had copies of the old Highway Patrol series and we watched them together. You are hurting me," said Celeste ending her remarks with a whimper as Zachary crushed her nipple.

"Let her get naked, Zack. My rug needs a good munch," said Adele stepping out of the bathroom holding her trousers and panty in her hands. She carefully placed her folded uniform trousers across the back of a chair then began to unbutton her blouse. Celeste shivered as she recalled the times she'd spent between those stout muscular thighs.

"You in the mood to eat Adele's pussy, Ms. Pearson?' asked Zachary continuing to torture Celeste's nipple.

"Sure, I'm up for it," said Celeste feeling anything was better than standing there while Zack crushed her nipple to the width of a sheet of paper.

"Zack, let her eat Adele. Maybe a good rug much will loosen up her bowels," said Wesley.

Zack released Celeste giving her bud a final painful twist. Celeste immediately headed for Adele now seated in a cushioned armchair with her legs thrown over the arms. Adele was busily rubbing her pussy. Adele had parted her labia exposing her clitoris and vagina.

"Supper time, Celeste, I'm good and ripe too. You're going to get some Omega-3 oil and fish protein out my hole," said Adele flicking her clit back and forth with her fingers.

Celeste wondered why Adele didn't shave or at least trim the large triangle of thick curly hair that covered her sex but she had never had the courage to ask Eating Adele's cunt had become a once a week activity since her arrest. In her most private moment, Celeste acknowledged that being dominated by Adele and forced to perform oral sex on her less than hygienic sex turned her on.

"Strip, honey," said Adele fingering her clit as Celeste approached. "It's getting nice and runny for you."

"Wes, did you hear about Adele and the drunken soccer moms? It's a hot one," asked Zachary as he undressed.

"No, I didn't. What went down, Adele?" asked Wesley standing up to undress.

"That's right, Celeste. Suck my clit and finger my hole. There's a special treat in there for you, darling. Louis, one of the dispatchers dropped his load in there right before we left. Just stick your tongue inside and spoon out all that good cream. You eat my pussy while I tell the story to the Colonel," said Adele placing her hand on the back of Celeste's head and forcing it hard against her pussy. Using Celeste's hair as a handhold, Adele rubbed Celeste's face vigorously back and forth across her cunt. Celeste's nostrils filled with the smell of fresh urine and old jism while her taste buds detected the acrid flavor of dead sperm and piss.

"Tell the story, Adele," demanded Wesley now seated naked stroking his cock.

"Briggs and Tilton got a 911 report of this minivan weaving down the Interstate. When they arrived in the scene, they saw a van with two adult females in front and half dozen girls in the back. They had a hell of a time getting them to pull over. When they finally did, they discovered the adult women were drunk out of their minds. They had been doing tequila shots all afternoon then they went to the kid's school and picked up half of the girl's fifth grade soccer team. Two of the girls were their daughters."

"Good looking bitches too, tight jeans and tank tops with their head lights on high beam. But did they have a mouth on them no respect for the law whatsoever. One of them was married to that lawyer for Mapes, Wilson, and Babcock," said Zachary.

"The firm that won that $10million judgment against the department for wrongful death of that gang banger," said Wesley. "Biggest crock of shit I ever heard. Judge said we were murderers."

"Her husband is Larry Prescott, the guy who brought the case on behalf of the gang banger's family," said Adele. "Anyway, Briggs and Tilton played it real cool. They made them take a blood test so they couldn't claim the Breathalyzer was improperly calibrated. They were both three times the legal limit. They were ranting and raving about how they were going to sue the department for excessive force. So Briggs called in one of his buddies from Channel 4 who captured the stupid cunts cursing and threatening our guys. They were slurring their words. Anyone could tell that they were totally shit faced."

"It'll be in the six o'clock news. Drunken soccer moms endanger the kiddies," said Zachary.

"You enjoying yourself, Celeste?" asked Adele using Celeste's hair to lift her head up.

"Yes, it's wonderful," replied Celeste her face glistening with Adele's fluids. Celeste had two fingers in Adele's vagina stroking her G-spot as she circled her clit with her tongue.

"What tasted better, piss, sperm or pussy juice?" asked Adele.

"All three are great," said Celeste.

"Hear that, I have a diplomat eating my snatch," exclaimed Adele. "You know we tend to be good at what we like and it is so obvious that you love to eat a dirty, recently fucked twat, darling."

"So what else happened?" said Wesley.

"One of the stupid cunts, the lawyer's wife, slapped Briggs right there while the Channel 4 guy was filming. The other one jumped on Tilton's back when he went to help Briggs get the bitch under control. So in addition to DUI, child endangerment, we got a iron clad case for resisting arrest and assaulting an officer," said Zachary.

"Some people got no fucking sense," said Wesley.

"I decided to process them into the lockup myself. Kathy and I took the two to Block 4," said Adele.

"Block 4 where bad things happen to bad people, I hope you made them understand that assaulting an officer of the law was unacceptable behavior," said Wesley.

"Damn right I did. Block 4 is in the back of the jail, completely soundproof and very private. I think of it as a rehabilitation center for the hard cases that don't benefit from simple incarceration," said Adele.

"You can scream your lungs out back there and no one will hear a peep," said Zachary.

"We ordered them to strip for a body cavity search. By this time, they're starting to sober up a little and realize the gravity of the situation. Still they had some spunk left. I'm not going to remove my clothes said the lawyer's wife. I know my rights. My husband will take you to court and see that you're fired."

"Kathy must have gone ballistic," said Wesley.

"She slapped the bitch silly then tore her clothes off. The other one got the message and took her own clothes off. We made them climb up on the examining tables and put their feet in the stirrups then strapped them down."

"The concealed cameras got it all on video," said Zachary. "It's fucking hot to watch definitely wacking material."

"Kathy and I had our usual who-can-go-in-the-deepest contest," said Adele.

"Who won?" asked Wesley.

"I won in the pussy and Kathy the asshole. She was reaching so far up Prescott's wife's asshole; I kept expecting her hand to come out her mouth. Based on the way, Laura Prescott was screaming, it must hurt to have a hand deep inside your large intestine packing your shit."

"Her asshole was still open when Kathy took her arm out," said Zachary. "Celeste, you got any porn we can watch while we fuck you?"

"DVD's are in the cabinet beside the TV in the bedroom," answered Celeste taking her mouth off Adele's cunt for a minute. Zachary left the room for a minute.

"I should have been a gynecologist. When my hand entered her uterus I first felt around for drugs. It took me a while to check and did the bitch scream when I took a thorough inventory of her baby making equipment," said Adele.

"Where did you lean to make them scream like that? I never heard a woman scream so loud," said Zachary returning with a stack of DVD cases.

"You forget. I started my career in law enforcement at the women's prison in Orangeburg. That's where I learned to rearrange the furniture in their baby makers. If an inmate gave a guard a hard time, they sent her to me for a cavity search. I learned the proper technique from an older matron who was about to retire when I joined the staff. Her name was Myra but everyone called her the Womb Doctor. Most of the time, all a guard had to do was threaten an inmate with a visit to the Womb Doctor. They'd start to behave real quick."

"You sure have seen Adele, Wesley. She's in up to her elbow and the perp's screaming her lungs out. Then Adele sticks her other arm in the other's one's pussy at the same time. It was like she had two game fish on the hook. They were twisting, jerking, and carrying on like mad women."

"Once I get inside the uterus, I make a fist and give the floor of the baby oven a couple of hard jabs. It must hurt like hell," said Adele. "After Kathy and I had determined that their cavities did not contain any contraband, we strung them up to an overhead beam and went to work on their obnoxious personas with a three feet length of one inch rubber hose that we keep for such occasions. Now that resulted in some world class screaming. "

"Didn't leave any bruises for the media to film, I hope?" asked Wesley sounding concerned.

"Nary a one but we were thorough. No soft tissue was missed, tits, belly, back of the knees, armpits, places where it hurts the most and shows the least," said Adele. "I couldn't resist a few swats right on their snatch. That lit up all the lights on their pinball machine. Smashed their clit flatter than a pancake."

"Sometimes the old ways are best. My granddaddy was a firm believer in the efficacy of a length of rubber hose. It leaves no marks and hurts like nothing on this earth. He learned his trade working in Harlan County, Kentucky for the Peabody Coal Company as a security guard. They used to catch one of them UMW union organizers at least once a week. They'd take the union man out in back of the mine and suspend him from a tree limb. Two, sometimes three would go at him back and front at the same time. They'd flip a coin to see who would get to do his balls. Grandpa said that was the fun part. Picture a man with his nuts splayed out on a tree stump waiting for you to flatten them with a piece of hard rubber hose. If he passed out after they'd done one of his nuts, they throw a bucket of cold water on him so he wouldn't miss seeing his other gonad squashed. After they worked on them for a couple of hours they put them on the bus back to Pennsylvania never to return to coal country."

"Anal Intruders No. 6," said Zachary slipping the DVD into the player then sitting down. "Celeste, I'd figure you and George for liking anal."

"How'd you finish up with the drunken soccer moms?" asked Wesley.

"Made them shower off and put on our classic one piece orange suit for their booking pictures. Boy did they look like shit. Luckily Vice had raided that two-block area downtown where all the hookers hang out. Settled them down in the holding pen with a dozen black street whores. Kathy suggested to the sisters that the white bitches were real racists that claimed they were too good to ever eat a black pussy. Last I saw, they were lying on the floor naked in the back of the cell with a black pussy ridding their face."

"By the time, those two got bailed out they were considerably the worse for wear. They had been rode hard and put away wet," laughed Zachary.

"Great job, Adele, the commonwealth owes you a debt of gratitude," said Wesley. "Once things quiet down, Prescott will get the DA to reduce the charges to Reckless Driving. She'll pay a fine and that will be the end of it. So justice has been served."

"Rim me, Celeste. Turn my brown hole pink," said Adele scooting down in the chair and raising her legs to give Celeste access to her asshole.

As Celeste pressed her mouth against Adele's anus, she felt two hands take hold of her flanks. A glance over her shoulder showed Zachary kneeling behind her about to work his hard cock into her vagina.

"You love it when you take it at both ends. Don't you, Celeste?"

"Yes, put your cock in me," replied Celeste widening her stance so Zachary could enter her more easily.

Celeste felt the couch shift and looked up to see Colonel Mercer standing upright with his cock between Adele's pudgy lips. Zachary fingers were two knuckles deep in her asshole while he fucked her pussy. Celeste felt the pressure as Zachary's fingers pried her anus open. Celeste moaned when she felt Zachary's spit land inside her rectum and slide into her guts.

Positions kept changing after that. Wesley and Zachary watched while Adele and Celeste did a sixty-nine that resulted in both women having a screaming orgasm. Celeste wound up on the couch straddling Wesley while Zachary fucked her butt. When Zachary pulled out to spit in Celeste's open asshole, Adele indulged her desire to suck a cock that had been inside another woman's ass.

"I'm an ass to mouth whore," declared Adele taking Zachary's brown streaked cock in her mouth.

Later, Celeste returned the favor sucking Wesley's cock after he took it out of Adele's butt. The repeated butt fucking loosened Adele's bowels. She had to take a break for a noisy open door shit.

While Adele was emptying her GI tract, Celeste was ridding Zachary in a reverse cowboy his cock buried in her ass. She was fingering her clit and chanting, "Fuck my ass, motherfucker," when she looked up to see that her husband had arrived home.