Date: Mon, 17 Apr 2017 18:39:46 +0000 From: Jesse Hunter Subject: From Cop to Whore part 13 The usual disclaimers apply. Please remember to give generously to Nifty. Also, big thanks to all of you that have reached out in encouragement. ************************************************** I was basically at my lowest point when I went back to work the next day. Even with a fucked up face, I put on my uniform (and a pair of pants that hadn't been cut) and went to work. I knew I had a problem. I had no idea how to solve it. I pulled into the town hall to relieve the dayshift officer. Oh shit. Chief's car is out front. He's never here this late. Apprehensively, I entered the building. "Jesse, step in my office and close the door." (Fuck) "Yes sir." He turned his computer monitor around to face me. And there I was on the screen, getting spit roasted by two Mexicans. He fast forwarded to my being double penetrated by twins. Then he fast forwarded to me getting gang raped while tied to a mattress. And of course...my fucking dick was trying to come to life. I guess that's what true addiction is. "Was what was going on in that last video consensual on your part?" "Yes sir," Strangely enough, there was a look of relief on his face when I said that. "Because, I'm seeing at least three of your past arrests having sex with you. I guess you wouldn't have known, being blindfolded." I said nothing. I just fixed my eyes to the floor, waiting to be fired. The Chief broke the silence, "Last week, my pastor came to me on the brink of suicide. It seems he was being extorted by someone close to me over this." He pulled up a video of me sucking the dick of a heavyset black male in the living room of his home. It appeared to have been filmed through a window. You could definitely make him out and the fact that a white male was bobbing his head on his dick. Probably not good for a small town preacher...or even a big city one. And of course, my dick and my hole was twitching. "I assured him that he needn't worry about it anymore and that I would take care of Dontay for extorting him," he paused and seemed to see my facial injuries for the first time. "And what the fuck happened to your face? You look like a battered housewife." "First rule of Fight Club is don't talk about Fight Club." "Do I look like I got a god damn sense of humor right now?" "No sir. Sorry sir." "I don't suppose you stop sucking Dontay's dick long enough to ask of his last name?" I didn't dare answer my angry chief. "Dontay is my son. I don't know where we went wrong with him but we obviously did. I kicked him out of the house after the last incident. You're not my first white officer, here. The first one was straight. Or so I thought." I looked up at him, surprised by that statement. But, quickly looked back at the floor. "I had a barbecue at my house for our officers and their families. Josh and his wife were there with everyone else. I had no idea what kind of a monster Dontay was back then. Apparently, after everyone had a few drinks, Josh was trying to find my upstairs bathroom and walked in on Dontay fucking his wife. Or so he told me a few months later. Most men would have murdered my son right there. But Josh just stood there, watching his wife have what appeared to be the best sex of her life. Dontay pulled out and ejaculated all over her pussy. He turned to Josh and ordered him to lick it up. With his wife begging him to do it, he did. Then Dontay made him clean his dick off with his mouth. That changed their lives for good. Dontay claimed to own them and used them both as fuck toys. Around this time, Dontay was getting worse at home. Lazy as hell, disrespectful to his Mom. I laid down an ultimatum to get a job or get out. He told me he had a job. He was pimping out my cracker cop and his wife. He showed me a video of Josh choking on a black dick. I kicked Dontay out that day and fired Josh. He was a terrible police officer so I was really looking for any reason." During his story, he had gotten up and walked to his window while talking. After the last sentence, he turned and faced me to continue. "I knew you were gay when I hired you. Didn't bother me. My best friend and fraternity brother from college turned out to be gay. He's still my brother and I love him. I called him after my son sent me these videos. He said not to be too angry with you. Dontay brought out your true nature. He says you're a submissive that needs a dominant man. It's like crack to you." Without another word, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his short, fat cock. My mind stopped working. I stood up from my chair and got on my knees in front of him. My mouth was open, waiting to be used. The Chief put his dick up and zipped his pants. "He said you'd probably do that. As much as you know you fucked up and your world is about to end, there you are on your knees wanting me to make you my bitch." "I'm sorry sir," I said while looking back down at the floor. It was true. I lose my fucking mind every time. "My frat brother offered a solution. He said he might could help you with controlling your lust. Frankly, that might be the only option we have at this point. I can't have you working here and spreading your legs for every dick you come across. On the other hand, I don't want to fire you because of what my heathen son did to you. You've actually been one hell of a good police officer, barring your recent actions. My frat brother is a Chief as well. He runs the Campus Police for the HBC (Historically Black College) in the next county. He's got an opening and said he'll take you. But, there will be conditions. It's not going to be easy for you. But, it's transfer or termination. Your choice. Here's his card. He will be expecting your call." I took the card and put it in my pocket. "I've got your shift covered. Go home." I got up off my knees and made my way to the door. I had my hand on the knob when the Chief stopped me. "Wait." I stopped and turned to face him. Though, I still didn't look at him. I had never been so ashamed. My eyes were fixed on the floor as he spoke to me. "I've lived with a lot of regret over the years. The regret of doing something has always been easier that the regret of not doing something. I'm not going to deny that those videos made me horny. And that mouth of yours is apparently so talented that it almost destroyed the biggest church in our town. I want to know what that feels like." He unzipped his pants again. This time, his dick was a little bigger. I didn't notice my shame anymore. I went to him, dropped to my knees, and went to my heaven. I looked up at him with my mouth open, giving that universal signal to stick it in. He did. He pushed it in slowly. I started working it with my mouth. I started bobbing my head on it. It got harder and a little fatter. The Chief leaned up against his desk while I fucked my face with his cock. At first he made no noises. I wasn't even sure he was getting into it until he started making these short gasps. "Ah yeah, boy. You are good. But, I can't cum standing up." He pulled my head off his dick and walked to the other side of his desk. He sat in his chair and waited on me to follow. I kneeled in front of him and went back to work on that fat cock. I was halfway under his desk. He lit a cigar while I gave him head. My jaw was getting sore but he was clearly enjoying it. About halfway through his cigar, he started tensing up. He grabbed my head, pushing my nosed into his pubes and then unloaded into my mouth. From the size of the load, I figured it had been a while. He tasted just like his son. "No regret there. I see why you were so popular. You may go now." "Thank you, sir." I stood up and left his office and the department. I was grateful for his cum and the offer of employment with another agency. Even though, I couldn't imagine that it would be a smart move to put me on a black college campus. I went home and called the campus police chief. To be continued...