Porn King

It was the early hours of the morning when he phoned the station, giving himself up. The police had been after him for months. Determined to lay their hands on the biggest, well in fact only, pornographer that lived in their town. The chief had a bit of a bee in her bonnet about catching this guy because the vice squad at county HQ had dismissed their villain a minor league. But the chief said that such crime would not be tolerated on her patch.

So when the contrite porn king phoned up, the nearest patrol had been given the unwanted task of bringing him in. Just what they needed when they were heading back to the station for a coco break.

WPC Katrina Javei was in the passenger seat practising her Spanish language tapes, when she wasn't combing her long black hair for the fourteenth time that hour. Despite being stunningly attractive she was driving her shift partner, WPC Jenny Dale, up the wall with her antics. This shift was a bit of a downer for Jenny has she'd arranged to share a night shift with Katrina, who she had a bit of a thing for. But instead of finding out if it was mutual, she was discovering just how vain Katrina really was. For Jenny even bringing in the fat old pornographer was looking like a welcome break compared to being in this car any longer.

When they reached the address Jenny braked sharply, sending Katrina's make-up collection tumbling into the foot well of the car. WPC Jenny chose not to notice Katrina's complaint and slamming her door closed strode up the path to the doorway. She noted the wheel chair ramp up to the front door and realised that their little patrol car might not be suitable, but before using the radio to get one of the vans sent out she'd see what this guy was really like. She pressed the doorbell, a tinny rendition of Scotland the brave could be heard and she felt sorry for this blokes neighbours. She kept waiting, and as Katrina finally arrived they could hear sounds from the other side of the door. Then the door finally opened to reveal their local porn king. A look of disappointment passed between the two police officers as they stepped past him towards the living room. Once more this job was not living up to expectations.

The room took up most of the ground floor of the house with a filthy looking mattress in one corner, a kettle and a sink in the other and a door into what smelt like a bathroom on the far wall. The only light in the room was coming from a glowing wide-screen tv sitting in front of the fireplace, a tv showing what looked like it might be one of this blokes films. The floor space was taken up by overflowing boxes of video tapes and stacks of humming electrical equipment. There were also heaps of soiled clothing all over the place, typical of old bachelors.
Both women were struggling to take this crap in, especially as it would be their misfortune to have to catalogue all this 'evidence'. Jenny noticed that Katrina was looking flushed, staring at the images on the screen. Unable to stop herself she too focused on the flickering images on the screen. There were two people in the film, one of them clearly the fat guy they had with them, the other was a slim Asian woman, dressed in a business suite. The woman had long dark hair similar to Katrina, but she had a yummy looking chocolate complexion instead of Katrina's ice whiteness. Jenny thought she might be the same woman she'd seen around town trying to sell insurance, but couldn't be sure. What she could be sure off was that the woman had found something more exciting to do than sell insurance as she had dropped her slacks and propped one foot against the wall, giving the fat guy easy access to her cunt. It looked revolting and Jenny hoped the woman was being paid well for this. Then, with the fat man's face at least a foot away from her shaven pussy, his tongue flicked out to caress her.
Both women turned to their fat host who sat grinning watching himself on TV. Jenny had a good look at him for the first time. He was still as ugly as sin, but he had a very large mouth. Turning back to the screen the woman was gasping for breath as she rode his face, both legs around his neck as her shoulders rode up the wall. Jenny thought she could still see the marks on the wall. Katrina whimpered, and as Jenny turned to look the other police woman's skirt was falling back into place and she was sucking her fingers clean. Embarrassed she looked back at the old man, but he was hobbling towards his bathroom. Once he closed the door Jenny went over to confront Katrina, but instead the other police woman pulled her close and kissed her. Kissing in this little pornographer's hovel was disgusting, at least that was what Jenny thought to herself as she ground her loins against Katrina's, with one hand buried in Katrina's thick black hair, the other squeezing her large firm breasts.

Things might have gone further but Jenny heard the bathroom door opening again so stepped away from the dishevelled Katrina. Believing herself to be on a promise Jenny decided to get this arrest over with. They'd need to take a few of the tapes back to the station to make sure they had the evidence, and they'd also take the perp back. So whilst Jenny gathered up a box of tapes Katrina took the perp's particulars. He may have been a pornographer, but he looked otherwise harmless to Jenny. Still the chief wanted distribution of these tapes stopped and it was their job to do it.
Leaving Katrina to get the rest of his details Jenny took the box out to the car and called the station to tell them what they'd found. This took longer than expected as the Chief had heard of what was going on and wanted all the details repeated to her as well, then decided she was coming to see the scene for herself. This was just what she didn't need so she went back in to warn Katrina that they might have company on the way.

When she came back into the room the ugly old man was tidying up her clothes and there was another video running. She noticed with disgust that Katrina's utility belt was on the bed, and by the sound of running water coming from the bathroom Katrina was cleaning herself up. Checking her watch she realised that she'd been talking to her colleagues and the chief for over half an hour so it wasn't surprising that the girl had given in to temptation.

Frustrated that she'd missed the opportunity to satisfy Katrina's desires she turned back to the tv and gasped in outrage. There on the screen was the chief, legs akimbo with the long tongued perp's head between her thighs. And from the sounds she was making she wasn't exactly resisting. Now it all fell into place, she knew why the chief wanted search the scene herself, and WPC Jenny realised that she might be able to use that tape to get herself a promotion. But despite the Chief being on her way Jenny wanted to know just how good this guys tongue really was. Without hesitating she pushed him back onto the bed and lifting her skirt she straddled his face. She'd been wearing crotchless panties tonight in the hope that Katrina would take advantage of the situation, but as his agile tongue pushed inside of her she realised that the girl would have been a disappointment compared to this guy. Not bothering to suppress her gasps the leaned one hand on the damp crumbling plaster above the bed and undid her uniform blouse with the other. Once she had access she squeezed her breasts in time to the rhythm of her rocking. This was far better than she'd ever imagined it could be and as she came for the second time she tugged at her sweat stained blouse that clung to her skin. Her hat had already been discarded and as she pulled her shirt off she let her breasts and face press against the plaster, leaving yet more marks on the wall.

By now she had forgotten about her plans for blackmailing the Chief. She'd actually forgotten almost everything except the feel of his deft tongue at work within her and his hot lips on her skin. Now all she wore was her skirt tangled around her waist and her shoes and stockings. The rest of her uniform including her bra was scattered about the floor.

As she felt him start up another round with his tongue she barely even had the energy to sit upright so she welcomed his hands on the waist to steady her, even though their pressure seemed to make it harder to breath, in fact she was feeling quite dizzy . . . . .

She came to her senses a little while later, and now her entire body seemed to be getting squeezed . . . and the heat . . she had trouble thinking. Her long blonde hair now fell over her face, the hair ties having been knocked off during her multiple orgasms, and everywhere she felt hot and sticky. She tried to move, but her arms wouldn't respond, so she tried to rest, to calm down. With a sudden slurping noise the wetness covered her throat and crested her chin, giving her a moment of panic until it took her breath away.

The little old man was alone once more and as he dragged his huge bloated belly back to the bathroom he tried to work out where he was going wrong. He had given the women what they wanted, and they were angry with him. That made him afraid. When he became afraid other things happened and as he sat in what passed for his bathroom he contemplated the heaps of shit that had overflowed from his toilet. Even now there were some fragments of bone and a big clump of black hair from the first police officer refusing to go down the pan. Flushing it once more he sat down and relieved himself, listening to the sounds of digested police officer filling the toilet. That done he was comfortable once more, and as he got up he noticed that it was now a tangle of blonde hair floating in the mucky bowl.

He went into the main room and had just thrown the two discarded police hats under the bed when he heard someone coming in. Then he remembered that the Police Chief was on her way here.