James was thinking that she should never have told Kristy about his working undercover at a bathhouse.
"James," said Kristy, "I don't like this at all. I don't like this one bit."
"But Kristy, it's part of my job, "he replied. "It's a work assignment. Besides, there's nothing I can do. Why are you so upset with this?"
"Because...because...because your penis belongs to me. Er...I mean...you belong to me...but especially your big cock."
"It still does, he answered."
"But I don't want all those people starting at your big thing," she whined, but now it was more like a tease, as while she was talking she was also gently fondling and manipulating his massive 9 inch member so that it was on its way to becoming a firm and rigid 14 inch beast, thanks to Kristy's manipulations. It was already at about 12 inches, she thought to herself. As much as Kristy took satisfaction in her ability to make Mr. Penis attain its maximum length, getting him there was part of the fun. The best thing about James' penis, in addition to its jaw-dropping size, was its beauty. It was perfectly proportioned. The cock head was just the right size for a penis shaft as large as his. The way it drooped down when it was soft was downright erotic in itself. The way it bounced when James walked was a thing of beauty. But watching it get hard...make that helping it get hard, as it coiled like a snake, was a big part of the attraction for Kristy. And, when it finally turned into a 14 inch monster, it stood straight up, perpendicular to the ground, practically defying the laws of gravity, for a massive dong such as his.
"I'm the only person in Los Angeles who knows about your secret weapon," she continued. "Once the secret is out...who know what will happen."
"Kristy, the only people who are going to be seeing it are gay men...you can hardly feel threatened by them."
"What about that policewoman you mentioned...Lisa something."
There was a pause..."Oh," he said.
"And what about that Mrs. Duncan..."
"Ms. Duncan," James corrected
"And didn't you say that there would be more than one towel girl there? No James, I don't like this at all."
"It didn't seem to bother you back in the day," he answered, "when you used to parade me around naked in front of all your friends...even your own mother!"
"That was different. Back then you were Lori's boyfriend. Now you're mine." Kristy slammed James' now rock-hard penis against his belly and watch it flap up and down before settling into its resting place. It extended so far up against his prone body that the penis head rose slightly above his naval. While only partially serious, what upset Kristy the most was that James didn't seem to be responding to her little mind game. She had always gotten a lot of satisfaction in knowing that this donkey dicked man-child was completely under her spell. It was her biggest turn-on. She didn't need sex, she didn't need a penis inside her tight little vagina, as long as this massive dong was her plaything, her toy and, most importantly, hers only.
"When do you start your assignment," she asked?
"Day after tomorrow," James replied.
Kristy stopped her fondling and petting and gripped hard on Mr. Penis' shaft. With her other hand she cupped James balls, which also of an enormous size, proportionate to his cock. With a few hard jerks, along with some fingernail tingling of his testicles, it was only a matter of seconds before James was writhing in ecstasy.
"Oh yeah, Kristy. that's it! Keep doing that...please...oh my god..."
Kristy stopped. "James, how would you like it if my hands and your penis became strangers?"
James breathed hard. "I wouldn't like that at all...please Kristy...," he moaned..."you're driving me crazy!"
"You're lucky I love you," she said, resuming her jerking, and seconds later James exploded in her hand, the first blast shooting through the air, well over James head, before settling on the headstand of the bed. More bursts erupted as Kristy kept jerking, and James' love juice was all over the bed and all over James' upper body and even under his chin. Usually Kristy would have stopped by now, content to watch Mr. Penis spasm on its own, but tonight was different, and she jerked and jerked until James cried out in agony and disbelief.
"Kristy," he said, after the ejaculating sperm had finally run its course. "That was just about the best orgasm I ever had."
Day after tomorrow...that only gives me one day to plot my revenge, Kristy thought to herself. She remembered something that her sister Lori had done to James back when they were dating. It would be a little mean, she thought, but it would serve James right, for not submitting to Kristy's will. Kristy knew that she would have no problem getting hold of some Viagra tablets at nursing school the next day.
James met Patrolwoman Lisa Podolski in the parking lot outside the bathhouse. She looked gorgeous, drop-dead gorgeous, and James silently pleaded with Mr. Penis not to embarrass him. Geez, maybe Kristy was right. He quickly realized that this shapely, exquisitely beautiful woman would soon be gaping in astonishment at his gigantic, and anatomically perfect, example of manhood, and he could feel a stirring in his loins. Lisa had on a light green sundress, the hem of which extended well above her knees and barely reached down below her crotch. It left little to the imagination. Please, please, please, James thought, let a little breeze fly up her legs and reveal what's under that dress...whoa, whoa...wait a minute, that's a terrible idea, not with Mr. Penis lurking about. This ain't gonna work, he thought. What was he thinking? He should have begged off the assignment, but what would the Captain have thought. He did say that it was voluntary, due to the unusual nature of the task, but that was just for the official record. No, you don't get ahead in the Vice Squad by turning down assignments. But James wasn't worried about making it through the job assignment; hell, he was worried about making it through the next few minutes. Why did Lisa have to look so damn sexy!
They exchanged greetings. "Smart move James, Lisa said, referring to the water bottle he was carrying. "It's a warm day. Got to stay hydrated."
"It's a combination of water and some vitamins and minerals that my girlfriend prepared for me," James replied. He drained what was left in the bottle and tossed it into the trash can. Then, with a slight laugh, he added, "she said I'd need my strength." If James only knew what those vitamins and minerals were...
"We have a slight problem," Ms. Veronica Duncan said, sheepishly. James and Lisa were sitting in her office. The uniforms I ordered haven't arrived yet, and...well...I'm afraid...Lisa, you do wear underwear, don't you?"
"Oh course," Lisa replied, not liking where this conversation was heading.
"Whew, that's a relief," the forty-something woman with the high-piled hair and the ample cleavage said in response. "But it won't be bad. The men here will barely notice you."
But Lisa was thinking about her thin and almost transparent bra and panty outfit that she had chosen to wear today. She was expecting to be working in gym shorts and sports bra when she had gotten dressed. She had on a matching leopard skin print bra and panty combination that covered only about half of what it was supposed to cover, as the remaining half was made of a sheer pink, lacy material that left little to the imagination, She wasn't too concerned about the patrons, but what about her partner, James? Oh well, she reassured herself. They were professionals and they were on a job. Besides, he'd probably be too embarrassed about his own junk on display to worry about what she had on.
They stood up to go to the locker area. While Lisa was sitting down in her light green mini-dress James was trying hard not to peek at her legs. He didn't want Lisa to think he was a pervert. But when she rose from the chair her head went up and, distracted, she didn't notice James' darting, penetrating eyes staring at her crotch. James saw panties, he knew he did, but he couldn't make out the color. But knowing that he had seen them was enough for his massive member to twitch and stir. For some reason, seeing a woman's panties accidentally, without her knowledge, when she didn't mean to show them, turned him on more than had she simply removed her dress.
"Are you okay, James," asked Ms. Duncan, as they walked the down the corridor to enter the locker area? "You look a little flushed."
"I'll be all right," he said. "It's a little warm in here."
"We keep it warm for obvious reasons. We have a sauna, a steam room, a eucalyptus room...showers...we even have a tanning room."
"Wow, James," exclaimed Lisa, "you do look flushed. Your face is getting red."
"Perhaps," Ms. Duncan said, almost mischievously, "James is concerned about walking around naked. I can assure you, James, that within minutes you'll feel totally comfortable."
"Can I wear a towel, at least," he asked, "when I'm walking around?"
"Now James, how would that look? You don't want to blow your cover. You'd be the only one ashamed of his nudity and then everyone will wonder why you are even here. It won't take long before they figure out that you're a cop."
"Yeah, I guess you're right," James said with resignation. But it was true, he was feeling flushed. His body was warm all over. He felt like sitting down, his legs felt week, but he had to keep up appearances. "I guess I'm just a little nervous," he admitted. "I'll be okay."
"Good...now Lisa, here is your change area. Take any empty locker. It's a very secure area. You will be asked to create a 4 digit password when you first open the locker, and then once you close it only you can open it with the password."
"Sort of like a hotel-room safe."
