Bbc Patrol - Police Chief Wendy

Disclaimer:

While a part two, prior reading is not necessarily required, but is helpful for context.

This is a work of fiction. The events contained herein are not real and do not reflect on the people they are based on. All characters are 18+.

Characters:

Yanet (based on Instagram model Yanet Garcia)

Wendy (based on model Wendy Fiore)

Flash (based on Blacked star)

The rain was at a torrential pour when Yanet arrived. She quickly scurried through the pouring rain to the front porch. The large French door was locked; she rang the doorbell. After a moment, the front foyer illuminated with light from the high-hanging chandelier, and she saw a figure materialize behind the door. She shivered, clasping her arms together as she huddled for warmth in her large fur coat.

"Yanet! Oh my God, come in. It's awful out there!" Wendy exclaimed as she ushered her guest inside. She took her coat and placed it on a large garment rack mounted to the wall.

"Sorry it took me so long to get here. Traffic was awful and know how these people drive on the rain," Yanet groaned.

"Please, I'm a native--I know," Wendy retorted with a knowing smirk. Go have a seat on the couch by the hearth; I'll be right in. Wine?"

"Er, yes, prosecco, please."

Wendy nodded and made her way to the kitchen.

Yanet walked in the dark, expansive living room. It was unabashedly modern a large sectional sofa, loveseat, and two armchair populated the space. The walls were adorned with floating bookshelves with an impressive number of volumes residing on them. A large classic fireplace stood on the far wall, providingthe sole source of light. It smelled like smoke and cedar.

"Wine?" Wendy said as she nudged Yanet with a glass.

"Oh, thank you," she replied, gratefully taking the glass from Wendy. The wine felt chilled in her hand.

"Of course."

Wendy passed her and took a spot in a corner on the couch. She was wearing a forest green robe. It was unfurled at the chest, the fabric barely concealing her massive breasts as they threatened to spill out. Her long, dark hair laid in her shoulders like heraldry. She took a sip of her wine as her eyes cut through Yanet like blades. They burned like green, dying embers.

"Come here, dear," Wendy said with a casual gesture.

Yanet obliged, padding softly on the carpet. The rain pattered against the large windows as the wind howled in its fury.

"Lay down," Wendy instructed softly. She patted her lap. "Here, I'll take your glass."

Yanet gingerly laid down on the couch, the back of her head resting on Wendy's lap. She had been in this position before once, and having been there a second time, decided it was a position she would never leave by choice, but only by necessity. Her view, looking up, was eclipsed by the massive tits hanging from above. Two mounds of soft, white flesh.

And, on this night, she would share them with no one.

"Let momma feed you," Wendy cooed softly, her voice dripping seduction. She pulled her left breast free from her robe, and guided it into the open, panting mouth of the woman beneath her.

Yanet imbibed eagerly with a thirst as she latched on to the teat. As the milk began to flow, she sucked with a feverence resemblance of the starving happening upon food for the first time in weeks.

Wendy moaned as her tit disgorged and the pressure abated. The feeling was near orgasmic release as her milk poured into the hungry young woman. She stroked her long luscious hair as she fed her.

"Men," Wendy began in a small whisper, "will realize that it is we that hold the power to their sexual gratification. They are for our use as much as we their's. Our bodies are designed to make them feel pleasure--make them feel good."

Yanet nodded in agreement, her mouth remaining latched to the succulent teat as Wendy spoke.

Wendy's hand left Yanet's hair, venturing down to her breasts and stomach. She felt the curves of the immaculately built body she had worked so ardently for. She thought of the perfect vessel she would soon be for her and Alton's child.

Her hand continued to venture lower. She slid it teasingly into the waistband of her sweatpants. The warmth emanating from it was pronounced like the dying embers of an old fire. She felt her hand tingle with anticipation at the possibility? of the wet, warm hole inside.

"Let mommy make you feel good," Wendy whispered into the ear of the still suckling woman. Her index finger found the warm, swollen clit.

"Fuck, mommy, that feels so good," Yanet moaned as she unlatched from Wendy's nipple. Milk began to run down her chin and neck, and pooled on her shirt.

Yanet rose from Wendy's lap and sat back on her haunches. Wendy assisted her with removing her milk soaked t-shirt as it clung to her breasts and stomach.

Wendy clasped her own substantial breasts in her hands. They seeped through her grip, their inadequate size futilely unable to contain them.

Yanet dropped to all fours. The flames emanated light that caused the soaked breasts to glisten in the spattering firelight. They looked inviting, full of her desires. She opened her hungry mouth to imbibe as she guided her mouth to them once more. She nursed eagerly, like a suckling babe seeking sustenance. A ravenous unquenchable hunger burned inside as she sucked.

"Eat, my dear. Eat," Wendy moaned.

Yanet dutifully obliged, inhaling the milk like air necessary for survival.

After some time, there was a knock on the front door. It went unacknowledged by the two women as they went about their lovemaking. The sounds of the rain pattering against the windows and skylights, smacking of lips on breasts, and moans of ecstasy drowned out the world.

There was a ring of a doorbell. It snapped Wendy out of her euphoria as the sound registered. "Shit...who...hold on a second."

Wendy quickly bounded from the couch. She stuffed her generous breasts inside her robe and tied it taut at the belt. The doorbell rang a second time as she scurried across the living room to the front foyer.

Yanet reached for her shirt but it was still soaked from milk. Quickly improvising, she covered her breasts with her hands on the off-chance a stranger were to walk in. She stroked and fixed her hair with her right hand before quickly return it to her breasts.

Wendy checked her watch as she reached the door, noting the time of 11:42. It was far too late for salesmen, and she was expecting no guests that evening. She looked through the peephole. Flash, a suitor they had set Emma up with, was standing on the porch. The rain was falling torrentially behind him, and the wind howled furorciously. She opened the door.

"Flash!" Wendy exclaimed, her voiced tinged with surprise. "What, uh, brings you here tonight?" Wendy retightened the unraveling belt of her robe.

"I'm here for Emma," the man's voice boomed in it's low baritone.

"Oh, she must not have told you. She's on the graveyard shift this week. But, please, come in. Let's get you out of that rain."

"Much obliged, Ms. Fiore," Flash bellowed.

Wendy took his dripping coat and hung it on the rack next to Yanet's.

He noticed the clearly female coat she placed his next to. "I hope I'm not intruding," his eyes meeting hers. "Unless that's yours." He gestured towards the other coat.

"Oh, no. Not at all. I mean, yes, I do have a guest, but, no, you are not intruding whatsoever." Wendy's thoughts drifted to the half-naked woman in the other room. "In fact, let me get her."

The man nodded as she left him standing in the foyer.

Yanet was sitting on the couch when Wendy reentered the living room. "Everything okay?" Yanet inquired, standing up from the couch with her breasts covered. Nervousness panged her soft face.

"Yes, everything is fine. We have a guest for Emma, but she's at work as you well know. Come with me."

"I, uh, my shirt is..."

"Nonsense," Wendy replied with a wink. "Just come."

Yanet walked sheepishly and uncertainly as she followed Wendy into the foyer.

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"Flash, this is Yanet. Yanet, Flash." Wendy said, introducing the two strangers.

"Nice to meet you, Yanet," Flash growled lowly. He laughed when he noticed her shirtless and trying to cover herself.

"Nice to meet you...Flash," Yanet said softly. She was about to extend a hand before considering otherwise and exposing herself. Her face flushed with embarrassment.

"So, Yanet..." Wendy said, turning to look at her, her face brimming with excitement. "Flash came here for Emma. She's working, as you know." She tuned back to Flash with a wry smile. "But this stud is here for pussy. Isn't that right, Flash?"

Flash chuckled softly. "I am, Ms. Fiore."

Wendy moved closer to Yanet, their shoulders?touching?. "And what rule do we have in my house?"

Yanet sheepishly looked at the ground before meeting her gaze. "They deserve our pussy."

"Who deserves your pussy?" Wendy inquired. The question sounded like a demand as much as it was a question.

"Black bulls," Yanet said, correcting herself.

Wendy gave a rue smile. "Good girl. That's right. You are going to make him feel good tonight; bring him pleasure with your body. Worship him, because he's worthy. Do you understand?"

"Yes, chief," Yanet replied softly. Her pussy was becoming wet. She could feel her nipples becoming hard beneath the palms of her hands. She looked over the tall, dark, powerful man, and their eyes met in unison as they examined one another.

Wendy turned back to Flash. "Now...there are stipulations, Flash. Emma is yours to breed as you wish. Yanet, however, is ours." She walked closer to him, tilting her chin up to look at the much taller man. "You can fuck her as hard you want. As long as you want. As hard as you need.

But her pussy is off limits. It's ours. She is ours to inpregnate. Use that mouth and perfect ass to get what you need. I know you came to cum, and I will not deny you of your right."

"I always do, and I understand, Ms. Fiore."

"Thank you," Wendy replied. "You can use the living room. I'll be in the nursery." She turned to Yanet. "I need to pump."

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"Where do you...want to do it," Yanet asked timidly, turning her neck to him. The man was walking close behind her. She could feel his warm breath on her neck as they traversed the living room.

"By the fire," Flash said in a low voice.

There was a luxurious rug in front of the hearth. It felt soft like cashmere on her bare feet. She turned to face him, the scorch of the fire warm on her bare back.

"Right here?" Yanet inquired.

The man said nothing. He smiled in a soft, but uncaring way. Light flickered across his dark face, catching the edges. "Take your pants off. Let me see that body."

Yanet nodded her acknowledgement. As she shimmied her sweats down, her eyes caught his, his sight unwavering as she undressed.

"Turn around," he growled softly. There was anticipation tinging his voice.

She turned slowly. "Do you like what you see?" She arched her back slightly to accentuate her ass she worked so hard for. Hours at the gym to build a body worthy of being used by the worthy.

Used by men like him.

"Get down," he growled with authoritative vigor.

"Yes, sir." Yanet obeyed with immediate obedience as she dropped to her knees, and sat back on her launches. She lowered her hands from her breasts for the first time since meeting the stranger.

His hands began to work at the belt of his pants, jingling softly. Once unclasped, he stopped. "You're going to make me do it?"

Yanet shook her head quickly, realizing her mistake. "No, no, sir." Her hands worked quickly as she unsheathed the belt and threw it to the side. She worked at the button and zipper of his slacks neck, making quick work of them. They landed on top of the belt with a small toss.

Even in the faint, shimmering light, the man's hard cock was profoundly obvious. It was unavoidable, her dainty hands grazing it as she clasped his briefs to pull them down. The man's large, black cock sprung powerfully upwards.

"Fuck..." Yanet whispered almost inaudibly. Her eyes lingered on it as she forgot the world.

"Alton is a lucky man to have that pussy," Flash said, inching forward. "But I bet that ass is even tighter, and I intend to find out."

"Use me---please, sir," she pleaded desperately.

"Suck it first, bitch. Make me feel good."

Yanet's tongue danced at the tip of his cock, before swirling her tongue around the frenulum. Working up a large wad of saliva in her mouth, she spit onto his cock, the saliva oozing down his shaft. Eagerly, she gripped it with both hands, and began to fervently milk it as she imbibed it. Her saliva and his pre-cum pooled in her mouth as she greedily sucked it down.

"Does that feel good, daddy?" Yanet cooed, her mouth leaving his cock as her hands diligently worked.

The man moaned softly but said nothing. He grabbed the back of her head with both hands and guided her mouth back to his cock. He began to thrust softly at her tight throat.

Yanet gagged and gurgled as his cock mercilessly passed her throat and down into her esophagus. Her eyes welled up with tears as she took it. She liked to remind herself in these times that it was all her mouth was good for; a purpose to be realized and actualization of her utility to men.

"I want you inside me. Please get inside me. Please, please, please," Yanet begged as soon as her windpipe cleared and his cock left her throat. Her breathing was labored and heavy, and she gasped for air. She spun around on her knees before dropping to all fours. Her ass swayed seductively in the shadow of large man, the firelight giving her ass a soft glow in the dark room.

She stared into fire. The cedar snapped and crackled as the flames licked the logs, and heat lapped at her face. A wad of saliva dropped in between her cheeks, and began to run down into her asshole. She arched her back further, raising and presenting her ass to him.

It was happening. She was on the precipice of her virgin asshole being used and violated by his massive, deserving, black cock.

Without word or warning, the man plunged ardently into her. His cock spread the tight, muscular ring of her asshole facilely. He could feel her hole splitting apart, widening as it accomodated his prodigious size.

Yanet gripped the rug with white knuckles as it entered, biting the rug to choke out a scream. "Oh fuck! Fuck it's big--oh my God, yes, yes! Use me, please!" Yanet bellowed through clenched teeth. The rug did little to stifle her scream.

Flash was straddling her in a half squat, his hands on her hips, driving himself deeper. "Do you like that, bitch? Feel good with black cock in your ass? Fucking take the pain; I'm not stopping until I get my nut tonight!" His voice roared like rapturous thunder.

Yanet nodded her head rapidly in acknowledgement, her teeth still clamped to the rug. A tear ran down in her cheek from the quickly mounting pain. "Yes, daddy, please don't stop until cum! I can...take it," Yanet moaned before a sharp pain choked her words. She didn't know something could feel so good and so painful.

Flash continued pumping, his cock like a piston in an engine as he used the much younger and eager woman. "Fuck! That's some good ass!"

Yanet could feel his cock becoming harder inside. She knew he was on the verge of orgasm, and she began to zealously push back with her hips, meeting his long strokes. "You going to cum, daddy? You going to cum in my tight ass?"

"I'm going to empty my balls into you, bitch," the man grunted. "I don't want a drop to come out. You understand me?"

"Yes, yes, daddy, I do! Please cum!" Her exasperated voice dripped with pleading desire.

The man orgasmed, his cock convulsing and pulsating as it expelled its blessed seed into the willing, young woman. He howled, his voice carrying throughout the room and into the rest of the house beyond.

Yanet could feel his cum pool deep inside her guts, clinging to the walls. The volume seemed unceasing as he emptied into her. Slowly, she could feel cock withdraw, leaving his sticky mess inside. A large strand clung to the tip of his cock as it left her asshole completely.

"Fuck....daddy," Yanet moaned. "You came so much."

Flash slumped onto his back and exhaled. His half hard cock lay across his abs, glistening in the flickering firelight. "Clean this off, slut. Now."

Yanet obeyed in haste, laying perpendicular at his side. She playfully tongued his cock before beginning to tenderly suckle. It tasted sweet, salty. She found herself dripping at the sounds of his satisfied moans.

"The balls too, girl," Flash murmured.

She moved lower to lavish his large bull balls, tongue bathing each one delicately and carefully. As she returned to his cock, she noticed it engorging, straightening and jutting prominently upwards.

"I'm going to feed you. Don't stop sucking. I'm going to pour this down your throat."

Yanet quickly obliged. She relaxed her throat as he began to vigorously jerk himself while in her mouth. It was the sacrament of her worship, a reward bestowed only on those worthy of it's blessing.

It didn't take him long. Within moments, his cock was expelling long, sticky strands of spunk down her hungry throat. She felt her stomach fill as he unloaded his sweet and salty gift.

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The murmuring breast pump puttered to a stop. She cleaned the equipment, and put it in its proper place on the shelf. Returning to her chair, she picked up her phone again. Yanet was laying next to Flash near the hearth, both of them physically spent from their lovemaking.

She smiled and closed the app on her phone, the nanny cam in the living room going dead, fading to black.