Date: Sat, 14 Apr 2007 07:25:31 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: my woman's lover-15

"Brian Mitchell, eh?" I said looking over his I.D. He was an officer
alright -or rather an FBI agent, or so his badge seemed to say. "What are
you doing here?" I asked, handing it back to him and looking at him
suspiciously.

"Like I said.., I'm looking for D-Money!" said the agent, placing his
I.D. back in his back pocket.

"I, uh..., I haven't seen him!" I lied.

"Look.., I know I may be compromising my position here by trusting you,
but I don't think you're an intentional criminal!"

"Intentional..?"

"We KNOW he's been back in touch with you recently." said the agent,
confidently. "We've been watching you!"

"You've been watching me??" I repeated, hoping I was hearing things. "The
FBI's been watching ME??!"

"Exactly!" he said, moving deeper into the house as if inspecting
it. "Believe me, it's been for your own good!"

"Really? And was fucking me with Pooh and that crazy hitman of his for my
own good too?" I asked, storming pass him.

"Believe it or not David..., it was!" said Mitchell, to my surprise. "Pooh
was prepared to do much worse to you as an example to Money that he meant
business! If you hadn't been..., so GOOD at pleasing him, he surely
would've killed you without a second thought!"
	My eyes widened with the knowledge that I had been so close to
death, and didn't know it.

"So Pooh only kept me alive because..."

"Two reasons, really. One; he knew D-Money had developed feelings for you
and would eventually be back to claim what was his. And second; because you
were a good lay!" said detective Mitchell, honestly. "Sorry to be so
blunt."

"No..., no, I appreciate the honesty..." I said in a daze, walking over to
the dresser for no reason. "What do you want from me, now?" I asked, trying
to erase the knowledge I just obtained. "How am I any good for you?"

"We've been doing an ongoing investigating on Pooh for months now!
Money..., -Dwayne Wright, was supposed to testify against him and help us
link him to another drug dealer named Tempest Williams that we've been
trailing! They're both notorious drug dealers, with monopolies on some of
the largest drug fortunes in Philadelphia's drug history! They're also
responsible for spreading some pretty dangerous drugs all about town. Some
of it fatal!"

"And what has this all to do with me?" I reiterate.

"Pooh found out about Money's involvement through a deal he made with
undercover officers to help take Pooh and Tempest down! Money ran, taking a
small fortune of Pooh's money with him! We've been looking for him ever
since. And so has Pooh and his men!" explained Mitchell.

"But..., YOU were one of the men that came here with Pooh looking for
Money!" I recalled, having been fucked by Pooh AND his 2 thugs that night
(back in chap-3 and 4).

"I uh..., I apologize for that, David..., but I was deep undercover, and
couldn't compromise my identity so soon in the game!" said Mitchell,
sincerely. "But if you recall, I was the only one that didn't penetrate
you!"

"Yes. I remember..., you ate my ass and came all over my face instead!" I
recalled vividly.

"uh..., sorry." he said, embarrassed. "Look David..., I think you're a good
man who's gotten himself stuck in the middle of some bad shit! You need to
get out of it while you still can, before something bad befalls you!"

"How?" I asked, getting scared.

"Tell me where Money is! We can wrap this whole thing up quickly if we
found Money and got him to testify against the drug dealers!"

"But YOU're one of Pooh's right hand men! Don't you have enough evidence
already?" I asked, trying to figure a way out that wouldn't involve giving
up Money's whereabouts.

"All of my investigations mostly incriminate Pooh..., Tempest wasn't
involved in any of my dealings, that was reserved for Money and Guy; the
man you call thug2!" explained Mitchell. "If you want to see Money get out
of this alive..., I suggest you let me know where he is before Pooh finds
him and it becomes too late!"
	This was a lot to take in in such a short period of time! Money was
an informant (of sorts) for the police..., obviously he was trying to
change his life for the better! And now his life is in danger. I didn't
know if I could trust detective Mitchell's entire story of not..., after
all, he HAD been with Pooh the day he and his hitman physically assaulted
me, -and he did absolute nothing to stop it! I was tied up, and fucked
against my will! What sort of FBI agent stands by and watches an innocent
passerby get caught in the crossfire like that?

"Like I said, agent Mitchell..., -I don't know anything about Money's
whereabouts!" I answered, figuring I could always change my mind later on
after I've collaborated his story. Mitchell looked at me as if he didn't
believe me, but I figured if he had known for an absolute fact that I'd
seen Money (had he followed me), he wouldn't be standing here asking me
where he was. He'd be at his apartment complex arresting him as we speak.

"Okay David...." he said, reaching in his pocket for a business
card. "...IF you do hear from him, do him a favor and call me as soon as
possible. His life, and yours, -may depend on it!" I took the card, but
made no promises as agent Mitchell walked back out the way he came in.
	I didn't know what to do. I called the number on the card he gave
me, and it did patch me into the FBI's officers in out district, but I hung
up before saying anything. I put the card into my wallet for further
consideration later, after I finished sorting everything out.

	I cleared my head by cleaning my house. Pooh's drug dealers had
done quite a job of ransacking the place. It took several hours, but I
finally got the place looking livable. When I was done cleaning, I went up
to the bathroom to take a long relaxing bath. I reclined back in the tub,
allowing the hot water to massage my tense aching muscles as I closed my
eyes and wondered what I was going to do about a job. I had a few thousand
in the bank to hold me over for awhile, but if I intended to keep my big
pretty house and pay my child support bills, I'd best start thinking of a
résumé.

	When I thought about how stupid I was for allowing Dan to bate me
like he did, I could have kicked myself! I had been at that job for a long
time (longer than he). I deserved that promotion more that anyone there!
Just the mere thought of how Dan undermined me, used me to fuck me over and
get ahead, made my blood start to boil! Hearing the telephone in the next
room tore me from dreaming. I stood up in the tub, then wrapped a towel
about my mid-section and ran for the phone. To my surprise, I heard my
son's voice on the other end.

"Dad?" he called, sounding clear as a bell.

"Kevin!" I said, trying not to sound too stunned. After all, I hadn't had
too much interaction with him in a long time.

"Thanks for the airplane ticket! I'm out at the airport now!"

"Airport? What airport? What ticket are you talking about?" I asked,
completely confused.

"uh..., don't worry, David. I have Kevin with me!" I heard Dan's voice say,
taking the phone away from my son.

"DAN??" I yelled, my heart pounding in my chest.

"No, don't come down, I'll take good care of him!" continued Dan, obviously
trying to make my son less suspicious.

"If you so much as fucking TOUCH my son...!!" I yelled, a lump rising in my
throat.

"Oh yeah, that sounds good to me!" he said with a chuckle. "I'll take Kev
to my place, since your house isn't ready yet! Why don't you give me a call
later on, when you find the time to drop by. Okay?"

"NO! No, Dan! Don't hang up..!" I pleaded, hearing a dial tone in my ear. I
ran to my closet and pulled out something (anything) to wear. I threw on
some clothes, then ran out to my car with my cell phone. I tried calling
Dan's cell and home phones, but got no answers. I pulled out of the back
drive, and tore down the street headed towards Dan's place. I called my
ex-wife's house to see if Dan had somehow played a trick on me, pretending
to have my son in his capture. When Sharon picked up the phone, I tried to
act as calm as possible. "Hi Sharon..." I said, speeding down the
street. "...could you put Kevin on the phone for me?"

"Kevin?" she asked. "He's with you!"
	I hung up the phone in her ear, throwing it into the back seat as I
pressed my foot to the metal. I'm surprised to didn't kill anybody, or get
stopped by the police as I drove over to Dan's house in record time. When I
got there, I used my spare key to get into his building. His car wasn't
parked in the parking garage like I had been expecting, nor was he
answering the intercom to his apartment. I went up on the elevator, and let
myself in. I searched the whole apartment, calling out my son's name. After
checking every room, I finally realized they wasn't there. Then all of a
sudden, Dan's phone rang. I rushed over to pick it up. "Hello..??" I yelled
into the receiver.

"Bout time you made it there! We were starting to get worried!" he joked.

"Where the fuck is my son?!" I barked, venomously.

"Wait a minute..."  said Dan, collecting his thoughts. "...WHO the fuck do
you think you're talking to?" he asked, his voice changing from smug to
viscous. "Let's not forget WHO the bitch is here, David! Don't forget, I
hold the opening hand!  Whatever I say goes! You don't want to see me split
that virgin son of yours asshole clean up to his shoulder blades, now do
you?"

"No! Nooo...!" I begged, picturing my son in the torture chair. "Please,
Dan..., don't hurt him..!"

"That's better!" said Dan, feeling triumphant. "Now, where were we...? Oh
yeah..., that's a right fine looking son you've got there, David..., quite
a chip off the ole block! Wonder if he's as submissive as his daddy?"

"Please, Dan..., I'll do anything..." I said.

"Oh, I know you will!" he said, heartlessly. "Thought you could just walk
away from what we have so easily? Not a chance, buddy! Your ass, from now
and forever, -is mine!"

"Okay! Okay, whatever you want! Just give me back my son!" I agreed.

"You're such an easy slut!" said Dan, sounding a little disgusted. "Here's
what you, David, if you ever want to see that cute little son of yours in
one piece..., you'll grease up your asshole with lubricant, then go to 4800
Welcher Street, strip naked, and walk through the ongoing construction site
that's building there!"

"In broad day light, Dan? You're crazy!" I said. "Just give me back my
son!"

"I'll be watching..., I'll know if you did it or not! And if YOU don't,
I'll take your son to that strip club you know so well!" he threatened.

"No, don't!" I said, catching a click in my ear.
	I ran to Dan's bedroom, and grabbed the lube I knew he kept by his
nightstand for fucking me. Then I ran back out of his apt, and down into
his parking garage. I jumped into my car, and took off like a bat out of
hell. I found the construction site in town. It was nearly rush hour, and
the streets were really starting to fill with drivers and people leaving
work in a rush. I parked my car, sucked it up, took off all of my clothes,
greased my anus, and got out of my car in broad daylight. I could see
drivers and pedestrians staring at me as I covered my privates and jotted
across the busy street downtown street. I could see construction workers
looking down at me from the work beams as I darted across the street and
into their dangerous site.

	The construction workers were shocked to see a naked blackman
walking through their site holding his privates. Many of them stood in
shock, unable to figure out my goal. Others laughed, calling me "coo-coo"
and "crazy", while even a few others pulled out their camera phones and
started snapping pictures of me to show their families and friends whom
otherwise wouldn't believe. "Can I help you?" asked one really big guy in a
flannel shirt and dirty jeans. I assumed he was the Forman. "Are you lost?"
he asked, when I didn't answer. "Is this a college prank, or are you
crazy?"

"I think he's a fag, Jood! His ass crack's all greased to get fucked!"
pointed out one of the men.

"Greased to get fucked?" asked Jood, walking around behind me. I expected
him to get pissed and either beat the shit out of me, or call the police on
me, but instead, he walked over to me and placed his hands on my shoulder
and said... "He'd been expecting you!"
	My mouth dropped as I was then taken to a bathroom port-a-potty,
where I was thrown in. The shit smell was atrocious. When I tried the door
knob, I found it locked from the outside. I began to pound on the door in a
panic. That's when I happened to turn around and see the large gloryhole
cut into the very back of the potty. Someone (I assume Jood) stuck his dick
through, and I knew what I was to do next.

	I climbed down overtop the smelly shithole, leaned forward and
opened my mouth. I heard a man sigh on the other side as I took his dick
into my mouth and began sucking. His dick was short and thick, I had to
really stretch my lips to suck it. I bobbed back and forth on it, trying to
get as much down my throat as possible. "He's doing it!" said the
man. "He's sucking it! The caller was right!"
	`Caller'? –I thought to myself, knowing it HAD to be Dan. Just then
I heard the potty door unlock and open, and then felt a strong callused
hand on my bare ass. Rough hard fingers squeezed my cheeks and fingered my
tight anus before introducing a fat dick. I felt the head bump up to my
asshole, then felt the entire shaft ram in. I screamed around the mouthful
of dick I was sucking, then felt the guy behind me grab my ass, and really
start to pound me.

"Yeah faggot, take that shit, bitch! Take it up the ass, you fucking
momma's boy! Fucking fag's got good pussy!" he grit through grinded teeth
as he fucked me hard and fast.
	I held onto the back wall while his hard hitting hip thrusts pushed
me back and forth on the dick I was sucking. I groaned, grunted, and
swallowed as much dick as I could before the anal fucker behind me placed
his huge hand on the back of my head, and shoved my face into the wall.

"UHHH!!" I grunted, feeling my nose and forehead band into the wall as my
lips sealed down around the base of the man's shaft and his dick head and
several inches lodged down my extremely stretched throat.

"That's how you fucking take dick, bitch!" he said. "Suck it like you want
it!"
	The guy on the other side started really thrusting in and out of my
mouth, loving the way my throat muscles were clamping and massaging his
dick. The anal fucker never missed a beat as he continued to butt fuck me
hard and deep. I was stuffed at both ends at once! How many times could
this happen to one non-gay man? No one would ever believe that I was
straight! Dan always did a great job of setting me up like this.

	The dick in my mouth fucked me for a good 10 minutes before I felt
it start to swell and throb. Seconds later it was creaming a heavy load
down my throat. I heard the guy on the other end yell as he fed me his
cum. When his dick was done twitching, he pulled out. The guy fucking me
kept my head shoved against the wall while another construction worker
rammed my throat with what felt like a 12 inch dick. I gasped and gagged as
it pierced straight through my oral ring and down into my throat in one
thrust. The man behind me started to tremble as he humped me harder. I felt
his dick hosing my insides as he came a bucket of juice in my gut. But
before he pulled out, he requested a "bar wedge and a rivet gun." I didn't
know what he was planning until he moved his hand from the back of my
struggling head (struggling because of the seriously long dick pummeling my
throat). When I backed my lips up the shaft to take a break with my throat,
I felt an iron bar cram against the back of my head, forcing me back down
on the dick. I re-swallowed it all, as the anal fucker riveted the bar in
place, making it completely impossible for me to move my head. "All yours
gentlemen!" he said, yanking his soft dick from my hole.
	Another dick immediately replaced it, shoving all the way up inside
me. I tried to gasp, but the dick fucking steadily at my gullet prevented
any sound from escaping the tightly stretched passageway. I was literally
fucked. The guy at my mouth couldn't believe how deeply I was taking
him. It wasn't like I had much choice in the matter. I wasn't sucking dick
because I wanted it, but because Dan made me. The throat fucker pulled all
the way out, then rammed himself all the way back down into my throat. A
wet gargling sound emitted from deep within me as his balls slapped up
against my bottom lip and chin. He pulled out again, then rammed back
in. He did it again, and again, and again before he finally rammed all the
way in and held it there. I heard him yell as he came down my battered
throat, his heavy cum pouring deep into my belly without ever touching my
tongue or taste-buds.

	He ground his dick around in my throat for a full minute before he
pulled out, carrying a bunch of thick slimy spit from my slick throat. I
barely had time to close my mouth and swallow the spit and cum clotting my
throat, when another dick was pushing its way in. It forced open my lips,
and fucked deep into my mouth. It started pumping in and out, thrusting
pass my lips sucking lips and pushing into my throat. He was nearly as long
as the last fucker, but he dick kept popping through my throat ring every
time he fed me the full length.
	The guy fucking me was really getting into it. He hammered my ass,
pounding into my recently creamed hole I could see who was fucking me on
either end, as I was kept blind by facing the wall. The guy fucking me
started to really go wild, then started cumming off inside me. I heard he
choke back a groan as he added his load to the last one, then vacated. I
felt empty for a second before the next dick pushed in. By now my asshole
was well fucked and slickly coated on the inside. The dick slide through me
easily, filling my ass and fucking me deeply. I couldn't move, couldn't
protest, couldn't beg for mercy or ask them to call the cops as I was
fucked royally at both ends at all times. I felt the dick down my throat
start to trimmer after a few short minutes, then tasted my first load as he
coated both my tongue and throat with his seed.

	I sucked, swallowed, and savored the flavor of his cum while the
man behind me fucked me. Another dick entered my mouth, face fucking me
quickly with yet another oral assault. These were some horny guys, working
and sweating in the sun all day, ogling women who walked by minding their
own business. I was getting all the dick those girls passed up, all the cum
their wives and girlfriends wouldn't take last night, or get tonight for
that matter. I was their cumhole receptor for the evening. Their faggot
re-filler as they each stuck their dicks in, and dumped a heavy unwanted
load inside me. My innards gathered all of their stored seeds, until my
guts and stomach couldn't hold anymore. Cum backed out of my over stuffed
asshole, pouring from my poutting hole as semen stretched down my spread
inner thighs and dripped down off of my balls.
	My stomach was churning loads and loads of cum in belly, making me
feel somewhat nauseous as they continued to fuck my ass and mouth well past
quitting time, making me cum several times by stroking my manhood while
they fucked me. By the end of the evening, the metal bar holding my head in
place was removed, and I was flipped over into seated position on the
potty. The Forman Jood was standing there in front of me. "You're one nasty
ass faggot!" he laughed, leaving me there. I sat exhausted and weak with a
seriously sore throat and a stretched drippy anus. While I was in the midst
of catching my breath, Dan appeared before me, grabbing my legs and raising
them until I was leaned back helplessly against the wall with my swollen
asshole exposed.

"Missed me, punk?" he asked, plunging his big dick directly into me.

"Dan...! AAARRRHHHHH..!!" I yelled, feeling him plunge through my numb
chute. The soft tender tissues of my anus opened easily to allow
passage. He dick sank inside without any resistance whatsoever as he fed me
every inch he had to offer. I hated him with all my guts, but his dick
always seemed to manage to make me weak kneed and jelly fish.
	Dan's balls pressed down against my ass, already dripping a thick
coating of construction cream from his hairy heavy sack. I looked up at him
with disdained vision, loathing him with every fiber of my being as he
pulled back his 11 inch manhood, then rammed every single inch all the way
back up inside me. I felt the head pound into my anal wall as more and more
construction cum oozed from my swollen hole to coat his thick donkey dick.

"This his exactly how you were meant to be, on your back getting fucked up
the ass like the bitch you are!" he snarled at me, venom dripping from his
every word. "Every time you deny it, you end up right back on you back
taking more and more dick! When are you going to face the fact that you're
not a real man any longer? What will it take to convince you that you're a
girl's pussy in need of a hard dick constantly?"

"Uhh..., fu, fu, fuck y, y, you Dan!" I stammered, under the heavy thrust
of his hips. I could barely see straight as his constant massage of my
prostate made my hard dick throb under its own power. I hated Dan for how
he treated me, but there was never any doubt that he knew how to work that
gigantic dick of his. I felt my toes curl as he hammered my ass harder,
purposely trying to make me cum against my will. I fought off for as long
as I could, wanting to deny him the pleasure of seeing me fold yet
again. But all too soon (20 minutes in fact), I felt my balls constrict,
then felt the cum shoot out of my dick without it being touched. Dan
laughed, using the automatic orgasm as proof of my destiny to be his
plug-hole. At that very precise moment, Dan's body started to tremble with
its own orgasm. He loved seeing me dicked down and tortured like
this. Seeing me converted into nothing but a pussy, made him shoot his own
load into my entrails, mixing his sperms with what was left of the
construction crew's.
	I watched his body shake and wither as he filled me with his
sauce. His dick jumped and throbbed inside me, each pulse sending a new
batch into my red irritated bowels. For a split second I felt good about
myself, a sense of accomplishment. Despite my disdain for Dan, I loved
making that big dick cum off inside of me. It was such a challenge every
time he fucked me. He always managed to turn me into his whore. My good
feeling faded instantly the second he pulled out of me.

"Where's my son?" I asked, climbing weakly to my feet. My asshole yawned
open, releasing a ton of semen which rolled down the insides of my
legs. But I didn't care, I was more concerned about my son Kevin.

"He's fine, trust me!"

"Trust you?" I laughed. "After all of the hell you've put me through? You
MUST be insane! I want my son NOW!"

"Watch your tone, David..., I don't think you're in a position to make
demands..." reminded Dan. "I'll give you your son..., as soon as you finish
a few more tasks first!"

"You can't keep holding my son! It's kidnapping!" I insisted, following him
out of the potty.

"Your son is enjoying himself with video games, all of his favorite foods,
and a gorgeous female babysitter whose willing to suck his 16 year old dick
whenever he wants it..., which is quite often really!" laughed Dan.

"You fucking bastard! You're stealing my son's youth!" I yelled, angrily.

"It's nothing to what I have planned coming!" snorted Dan, in a scary
tone. I feared the worse.

"Please, Dan..., you can't fuck my son! It's rape! I'll make sure no court
will spare you if you hurt him in any way!!" I warned, meaning every word.

"Go home, David. Clean up, and wait for my next call." he ordered, walking
off and leaving me to stew in my own juices.

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