Fast Track Bitch

Robert Franklin had had enough. Enough of the bitching and the
moaning, enough of the constant put-downs and enough of the
humiliation. In short, He'd had enough of his wife!

Over the past few months the phrase "fast-track" had been utilised
often in Franklin's house. Fresh out of university, Franklin's young
wife, Jennifer had recently embarked on what was sure to be a
sparkling career in the police force. Her qualifications and post
graduate training had set her well aside from the usual recruits and
had ensured that she entered the force immediately at inspector level.

The whole situation had not so much changed his wife's personality,
Franklin realised, but more heightened it. Jennifer had always been a
bitch, but since her new found high-flying position and the automatic
respect that it commanded, she had turned into a super-bitch! But all
that was about to change, Franklin thought to himself. At any moment
now, one of Jennifer's sergeant's would be arriving and, if the
evidence that he had gathered was as good as he had said earlier on
the phone, then young Jennifer was about to be put in her place once
and for all!

The musical tomes of the door chimes shook Franklin out of his day
dream. This would be sergeant Malloy, he thought, as he rose to answer
the door.

Sure enough, the large frame of Lee Malloy filled the open doorframe
and white teeth, accentuated by dark brown skin smiled back at
Franklin. The two men exchanged handshakes and Franklin marvelled at
the size of the black officer's hands. Silently he led the police
officer into the lounge and they both sat.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, Mr. Franklin." Malloy started.

"Call me Rob, please."

"Of course. Rob. Things have been a little hectic since your
wife...er...I mean Inspector Franklin started at the station. It's
completely crazy! She's been throwing her weight around and moving
experienced officers from one case to another, introducing time
wasting procedures and generally pissing everyone off. Morale is at an
all time low and I just knew that something had to be done about it.
From what you said on the phone, Mr. ...er...Rob, it seems like you've
got much the same problem at home."

"That's absolutely right, Lee. Jennifer has been completely impossible
over the last few months. I agree that something has to be done."

For a moment the two men sat in silence, their eyes locked together.

"You mentioned that you might have something that we could use?"
Franklin eventually continued.

"I have. But it's a little...er...delicate."

"We are agreed that we have to do something, so you'd better show me."

Malloy reached into his pocket and slowly withdrew a brown envelope.
He placed it on the table in front of Franklin.

Rob Franklin's fingers trembled slightly as he picked the envelope up
and opened it. The photograph's spilled out onto the table and he
looked down at them. Several glossy pictures displayed the
unmistakable figure of his wife Jennifer, bare breasted and lowering
her head over an unknown man's groin.

"They were taken by the security camera in cell three," Malloy
explained quietly. "The man had been arrested for drug supply and, as
you can see, they get a lot more graphic."

The hairs on the back of Franklin's neck bristled as he looked through
the photographs one by one. They seem to have been taken at one or two
minute intervals and, as they progressed, he was forced to look at his
wife as she sucked the prisoner to a shattering climax.

"I know it must be difficult," Malloy continued, but I think if you
confront her with these photographs she will have no choice but to
back off on us all for a while. It may even help things at home as
well."

Franklin was about to answer when his words were silenced by the sound
of a key in the front door.

"What? I thought she was at the station, Lee?"

"Damn! She was!" Malloy said worriedly. This was not the sort of
confrontation that he had been planning. "She must have left early!"

Franklin tried to quickly shuffle the damning photographs back into
the envelope, but it was too late. Jennifer had already opened the
door and was walking into the lounge.

"What the hell are you doing here, sergeant?" she shouted when she saw
Malloy in her home. "I thought I'd posted you to traffic duty!"

"And you should be at work too, you useless shit! She continued at her
husband. She glanced down quickly at the scattered pictures. "What are
those?"

Franklin took a deep breath. This wasn't how he had planned the
confrontation either, but it seemed like it was now or never. He
picked the first photograph up and thrust it into Jennifer's face.

"You recognise this?" he shouted at her.

Jennifer Franklin was, for the first time in her life, almost lost for
words. Rob and Lee looked at her as her face turned a deathly shade of
white.

"Wha...wha..what? Where did you get this?" she stammered.

Robert Franklin was in control, he was calling the shots now.

"Doesn't matter where I got it really, does it? The first fact is that
this is you in the photo, and the second fact is that if you're boss
found out about it then there would be no more high-flying career for
you!"

"Why are you doing this?" Jennifer was beginning to shed fake tears.
Franklin had seen this before and knew it was just another tactic to
get her own way.

"And you can cut that out for a start!" he cried. "You know why I'm
doing this. Why we're doing this," he nodded towards Malloy, "You've
been such a bitch to everyone recently. It's about time you were put
in your place!"

"What are you going to do?" Jennifer asked with a sharp intake of
breath. She wasn't used to being spoken to in this manner.

It was a good question and one that Franklin had not been prepared
for. What were they going to do? He and Malloy hadn't got around to
discussing that part of the plan.

How the thought even entered his head, Franklin would never really
understand. It was just one of those spur of the moment things. A
chance comment that could lead anywhere.

"You seemed happy enough to suck the guy off in the photo," he said
calmly, "let's see you do the same for your sergeant here!"

The silence gripped the room with a vice-like hold. For several
seconds nobody spoke, all three of them looking at each other in
surprise and wonderment.

"What?" Jennifer suddenly exclaimed. "You must be kidding!"

Franklin had also found his voice. He also found that now the idea had
been suggested, it didn't seem half bad!

"You heard me....BITCH! You're going to suck your sergeants cock or
your boss will get a nice package of photo's on his desk in the
morning! And don't start that fake crying again or I'll send the
photo's anyway. Come on, jump to it!"

Franklin watched as, with little choice left, his wife shot him a grim
look and slowly began to walk over to where sergeant Malloy was
sitting. Lethargically she sat down on the sofa next to the big black
officer.

"Oh no you don't. On your knees, bitch!" Franklin cried, getting into
character. He suddenly felt very excited at the prospect of seeing his
wife with another man.

Following her instructions to the letter, Jennifer dropped to her
knees and looked up at Malloy who now towered over her.

"Let's see those tits as well, shall we?" Malloy joined in, his accent
thick and guttural as he unzipped his pants.

Both Franklin and his kneeling wife gasped out loud as Malloy released
his cock. It was a monster! Franklin could hardly believe the size of
it and all Jennifer could do was to stare, slack jawed and bare
breasted as the long tube of thick black meat hung down from between
his legs.

"Put it in your mouth!" Franklin commanded as he sat back to watch the
display of lust. "Suck on his big cock!"

Slowly, Jennifer opened her mouth and leaned forward. The tip of
Malloy's cock twitched as she stretched her lips and took the first
inch or so into her mouth.

"Damn, you got a hot mouth, boss!" Malloy moaned as he felt the warmth
encase his throbbing tool.

Franklin heard Jennifer mumble something in response but the words
were incoherent, lost as Malloy pushed more of his black cock into her
mouth.

Robert squirmed back into his chair as the sergeant began to saw his
meat in and out of Jennifer's mouth. This was no loving blow-job, he
realised as he watched, this was pure face fucking! Malloy's hands
were now on the back of her head and he was pulling her hair as he
thrust, ensuring that she was taking as much of his meat as was
possible to cram into her throat.

"You like blow-jobs now, bitch?" Franklin asked sarcastically as he
fumbled a growing erection back into a more comfortable position.
Who'd ever have thought that the sight of his wife sucking another
guy's dick would have caused him so much excitement.

"Man, I haven't had anything as hot as this since my last girlfriend
left!" Malloy sighed as he continued to fuck Jennifer's mouth with
long, deep strokes. He looked back at Franklin over his shoulder. "You
want me to fuck her too?"

"Sure, Lee!" Franklin replied. His cock was aching for release now.
"Fuck her any way you like, man!"

In a second, Malloy had picked his boss up from the floor and carried
her to the sofa. His strong arms wrapped around her body ensured that
the woman would never be able to escape his grip.

But it was a strange thing, Franklin realised, his wife no longer
seemed to be putting up much resistance. In fact the look of contempt
had also vanished from her face and been replaced by a look of
expectant lust.

The cock being removed from her mouth had given Jennifer enough air to
breathe and she gasped in great lungfuls of oxygen as she was roughly
bundled down onto the sofa.

Malloy moved her back into position and gripped the hem of her short,
business skirt ripping it brutally from her lithe body. Black panties
quickly followed until the young woman was left wearing nothing but
her black heels.

"Mmmm...nice cunt!" Malloy murmured as he stared directly between
Jennifer's spread legs. "I'm going to really enjoy poking that!"

"I'm going to enjoy watching it!" cried Franklin from his chair, "and,
I suspect, the bitch is also going to enjoy receiving it!"

Jennifer was still gasping air too much to either confirm or deny this
last statement, but Franklin had a very good feeling that, had she
been able to string a coherent sentence together, she would be begging
for Malloy's cock in her pussy right about now!

Malloy positioned the tip of his mighty weapon at the entrance to
Jennifer's now visibly moist pussy and lunged forward. Both he and
Jennifer let out a deep simultaneous groan as he penetrated her depths
and Franklin could see how the size of his manhood stretched and
widened her vagina.

"Yeah, that's it! Fuck her hard, man!"

Suddenly, Jennifer had also found her voice again.

"God, yes!" she cried, confirming Franklin's earlier assumption,
"stick me with your cock, Malloy! Ram it hard up my pussy!"

Malloy seemed happy to oblige and Franklin watched fascinated as he
thrust his big, meaty cock up into his wife's body over and over
again.

Jennifer was going wild now. Her legs were spread as far as they would
go and her heels beat a tattoo against Malloy's back as she screamed
out for him to fuck her harder and faster. Again and again, the police
officer thrust himself into the hilt until, with a high-pitched howl
of delight, Jennifer lifted her entire body up from the sofa and
crashed into what Franklin knew must have been a devastating orgasm.

Without missing a stroke, and whilst Jennifer was still climaxing,
Malloy flipped the small woman over onto her hands and knees.

"I love this position," he cried excitedly, "I can really get into her
like this!"

As Franklin looked on, he knew that the big, black man wasn't lying.
Kneeling up behind Jennifer, he pushed his cock deeper and deeper into
her abused and open sex hole. She cried out as he thrust again and
again and reached behind her, pulling her buttocks further open to
allow him even deeper penetration.

Franklin couldn't stay seated any longer. Standing quickly he began to
shed his clothes. His underwear bulged as he removed his pants
outlining a modest but fiercely erect penis. He dropped his underwear
and massaged the tip of his cock working the pre-cum that had formed
around his swollen glans. He cupped his balls. They ached for release
as he made his way over to the sofa for a closer look at the action.

"Jeez man," Franklin commented as he looked down at his new friend's
cock as it ravaged Jennifer's vagina, "you're really getting into her
deep!"

"Oh yeah! She's one hot bitch, all right. And she's got a nice tight
pussy!"

"Any damn pussy would feel tight around that huge cock!" Jennifer
suddenly joined in. Her voice came in short, ragged gasps as her whole
body was shunted back and forth by Malloy's long, penetrating strokes.
"Don't you ever cum, Malloy?"

"Plenty of time for that, baby!" Malloy said with a grin. "I can cum
whenever I want. It's a gift!"

"Oh, Jesus!" Jennifer moaned again. "Well you may not be cumming, but
I'm going to....Agaaaaiiiinnnnn....oooohhhhhhh!"

Looking at his wife's spread butt cheeks as she shuddered to a second
massive climax was too much for Franklin and timing himself with
Malloy's incessant strokes, he inserted two fingers into her tight
anus and began to finger-fuck her ass.

The effect on Jennifer was electric. Her whole body tensed and the
climax started all over again washing in waves from the tips of her
toes to the top of her head.

"So, she likes to have things stuck up her ass, does she?" Malloy
grinned as he pulled his cock out of Jennifer's wet pussy with a
slurping sound.

Franklin smiled. In the distant past when he had last fucked his
pretty wife he had occasionally slipped his small member into her
asshole. He remembered that she had protested at the time, but now
things were different. This was a whole new submissive Jennifer and
anything was possible.

Franklin realised that Malloy was still waiting for him to respond to
his last question.

"Sure! Why not!" he said with a laugh. Let's see if she can take it!"

Again, and with little effort, Malloy swept an exhausted Jennifer up
in his strong black arms and flipped her over onto her back.

This time Jennifer didn't wait to be asked. Her hands went under her
butt and lifted herself up ready to accept the inevitable invasion.
Her fingers pulled open her buttocks and Franklin could clearly see
the tight little hole of her anus open seductively.

With his fingers, Malloy scooped up some of the copious amount of sex
fluid that was oozing from Jennifer's dilated pussy hole and
lubricated the head of his throbbing dick. He positioned himself and
arranged Jennifer with one leg up on his shoulder.

Franklin looked at the pair as they gazed deep into each others eyes.
Jennifer's expression was one of sheer, unadulterated lust and Robert
knew that she wanted it.

"Do it...please!" she cried.

Malloy grinned. "Beg for it, slut!"

"Please!" she repeated.

"BEG!"

"Oh god, please!...fuck me .....fuck me in my ass....stick your big
cock up my butt...PLLLEEEAAASSSEEEE!"

There was no finesse. With one trust Malloy had buried half his shaft
inside Jennifer's back door. She screeched wildly and thrashed her
legs. Franklin knew she was in the throes of yet another orgasm but
realised that the size of this man must have been causing her some
discomfort.

"So, you gonna stay off our backs from now on...BITCH? You gonna let
us do our jobs...BITCH? We gonna get a raise....BITCH?"

Each time the word "Bitch" leapt from Malloy's lips, it was heavily
punctuated by a deep, rasping thrust into Jennifer's ass.

"Oh, shit,
yes...yes...yes...anything...just...don't...stop...fucking...me....aah
hhhhh!"

Franklin realised that his wife still hadn't come down from her last
climax and that this orgasm was simply a continuation of the previous
one. His cock and balls ached painfully and he desperately wanted some
form of release. He could have rubbed himself off right there and
then, shooting his cum all over his wife's face, but the fact was, he
wanted to feel the tight confines of her ass for himself. Gesturing
silently to Malloy, he managed to explain his desire.

"Good idea man!" Malloy said with a wink, "I was just about getting
ready to blow my load anyway. Let's top and tail her shall we?"

Jennifer was given little choice in her final fate as, once again, she
was turned over and she spotted her naked husband.

"Oh God!" she exclaimed. "You're both gonna do me, aren't you?"

"That's right baby!" Malloy continued as he pulled her head around to
face him. "Now, suck the cum right out of my balls, bitch!"

While Jennifer worked her lips and tongue around the massive black
cock that was being forced into her mouth, Franklin began to press his
own tool into her ass. The size of Malloy's tool had widened her out
of all proportion, but it felt really good nonetheless. As if in a
frenzy he slammed his dick up and into her body, pulling back on her
long black hair as he worked himself towards an inevitable climax.

Both men groaned deeply, almost simultaneously.

Suddenly, Jennifer's face was awash with a delivery of thick, sticky
sperm and her butt was being filled with the same, viscous liquid. Her
eyes closed in satisfaction as her hair matted and streaked white.
Franklin pulled out of her back hole and jerked himself furiously
ensuring that every last drop of his semen landed squarely on her
upturned buttocks and pooled in the small of her back. As the two men
finally fell away from a very exhausted Jennifer she collapsed back
onto the sofa in a dead faint.

"I don't think your wife will be giving us any more trouble, do you?"
Asked Malloy with a grin as he pulled his clothes back on.

Franklin smiled as he too began to dress. He looked over at his
sleeping wife. Her legs were still spread exposing both her open and
abused holes. Her lip-stick was smeared obscenely and her face and
hair were streaked with cum.

"No I don't think she will!" he agreed.