The limo sped across the George Washington Bridge into Manhattan. Angela didn't think it was going fast enough. Solomon had been all over her the minute she sat next to him and damn him, but he knew all the right buttons to push on her body.
The Limo pulled up to one of the most expensive places to live in the city. The thirty story building dominated the Northern edge of Central Park. "You live here," said Angela as a black doorman opened the car door for her.
"Actually, my dear, I own the building," replied Solomon stepping out onto the sidewalk.
"Wow," said Angela.
Bull, Solomon's obese bodyguard followed them into the building and the three entered a large outside glass elevator. Bull pressed the button for the top floor and the elevator began to ascend.
Angela watched in awe as the panorama of central park opened up before her with the famous illuminated skyline of Manhattan behind that. She looked down at the street and was relieved to see Braddock's van pull up and park.
The elevator stopped and opened, Angela followed Solomon and Bull out into the hall. She expected they were going to a top floor apartment, but instead found that the top floor was his apartment. The hall only had two doors.
"Thank you Bull I won't need you any more tonight," said Solomon. Bull nodded and headed down the hall the furthest door. Solomon turned and unlocked the other door to the penthouse apartment.
'Good god', thought Angela upon seeing his place. They had entered a huge luxuriously decorated living room. To the left was a large balcony overlooking Central Park. The balcony curved around to the West and she could see the George Washington bridge off in the distance. The balcony was empty except for three features: a hot tub, a small green house filled with bonsai trees and a cage holding a hawk.
"That's Sheba," said Solomon noticing her attention. "She's a Peregrine Falcon."
"She's beautiful."
"Yes Angel, I admire things of beauty," said Solomon suddenly bringing his arms around her and engulfing her in his body. She found her face buried in his chest, he was so tall compared to her. Angela could feel an incredibly hard, muscular body beneath his suit. She felt both safe and weak engulfed by his strong body. One strong hand grabbed her head and turned her face up as his lips descended on hers.
Angela could easily have gotten lost in that kiss. Her body screamed for her to submit and her mind was starting to follow when she came to her senses pulling her lips off his. "Why don't you fix us some drinks?"
"Certainly my dear," said Solomon, "but I'm going to go slip into something a little more comfortable first." He headed towards what looked like a large bedroom.
"Braddock," she whispered. "I'm going to quickly search the room. Did James show up?"
"Yes," replied her boss. "James is in the lobby, he's going to move up until he's just a few floors down."
Angela searched the living room finding nothing. She saw a large oak door and assumed it led to a den. That's where he'd probably keep anything incriminating. She tried the door but it was locked.
Solomon returned wearing a knee length robe, with an impressive tent in the crotch. He walked over to a well stocked bar and began mixing two drinks. Angela reached into her purse and removed the knock out drops. If she could knock him out, she could probably find a key to his office and search the rest of the penthouse. He came over to her and handed her a drink. They touched glasses and took a big swallow. Angela smiled and took his glass from him. She set them down on a table near the couch and Pushed Solomon back onto the couch as she straddled his lap. "Big mistake', she thought feeling his cock between her legs. 'A very big mistake,' but she managed to lean forward and she emptied the vial into his drink as she kissed him.
"You ever fuck a black man before?" asked Solomon.
"No."
"Then your in for a treat," he said. "Go stand by the window and strip for me like you did on stage tonight."
Angela blushed at the memory, but here was her chance. She sat up and grabbed her drink. "Cheers," she said smiling at him. He grabbed his drink and brought his glass against hers before swallowing a big swig. She had won.
Angela was flushed with pride as she walked over to the window. Everything would be alright. She wasn't a submissive, weak woman, she was a strong, tough New York cop and she had just brought down the city's biggest crimelord. Soon he would be fast asleep and she could search the building, then they would raid the modeling agency and recover her pictures before they got published. Angela DeSabitini would be the most famous cop in the city.
Angela turned and faced Solomon and felt another surge of excitement when she saw him take another sip. She kicked off her shoes and began to dance.
Angela swayed her body as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse. He had already seen her nude, so it really wasn't that big a deal stripping for him, but it was making her horny. Angela removed the blouse freeing her big breasts. She was reaching behind her to unzip her skirt when she noticed his robe moving. The folds parted as the head of Solomon's cock emerged from the robe.
"Oh Jesus," she said when she saw the size of his cock head, her skirt hitting the floor.
"Is that the go ahead Angela," said Braddock.
"Oh Jesus" was their code for trouble, send in backup. "No," she answered Braddock, "It's not..."
"But it is real Angel," said Solomon obviously thinking she was referring to his cock.
Angela suddenly shivered as his cock continued growing and growing. It was magnificent.
"Now bitch," said Solomon standing up and removing his robe. "Take them panties off and come suck my cock."
His body was as magnificent as his cock. He had muscles on his muscles, each perfectly defined. His dark brown skin was unblemished and looked to be carved from ebony. "Take them panties off bitch," he said. "I want to see that shaved pussy again."
Angela's body leapt to respond to his command. She quickly yanked her panties down as she stared at his nude body. The crotch of her panties was soaked.
"Kneel before me and suck my cock."
Angela felt her knees weaken, but she fought it and stood her ground. The bastard must have drugged her drink again, because she felt her inhibitions loosening. She wanted to suck his cock.
"Listen Angel, I know my cock can be intimidating. Would you like some coke to loosen up?"
"That's it we got him," said Braddock. "As soon as you see the coke, I'll send James in."
"Yes, I'd love some," she replied.
"I'll have some sent up," he replied making a quick call. He finished and turned back to her. "Now where were we, oh yes, you were getting ready to suck my cock. Now kneel."
Angela felt herself giving in to the drug and she kneeled before Solomon staring in awe at his penis. It had to have been a foot long and it was thick too. Thicker then Tony's or Mark's. "Can I just jerk it?" she asked. All she had to do was stall until the knock out drops kicked in or the coke got there.
"No bitch, suck it now," he ordered.
"Angela either blow him or blow the job," said Braddock's voice in her ear. "Just go slow until the coke gets there.
Angela gulped and reached out her hand touching her second black cock. The monster leaped at her touch. She ran her fingers down to the base and wrapped her hand around the shaft. There was a two inch gap between her fingers he was so thick. She lifted the cock up. The underside was crisscrossed with large, throbbing blue veins leading down to the largest pair of testicles she had ever seen. "Suck it," he said thrusting forward until the head of his cock poked against her lips. Angela looked at the plum sized head of his penis and slowly opened her mouth, her lips sliding over the head and down the shaft.
For the second time in a day, she sucked on a black cock. She held the head in her mouth and let her tongue twirl around it, before she pushed down taking more in until the head entered her throat.
Mark's penis was only slightly bigger then her husband's and deep throating him hadn't been all that hard, but Solomon King's cock looked to be exactly twelve inches long and incredibly thick. She gagged as the thick shaft entered her throat, so she pulled back and licked around the head while she caught her breath before trying again. This time she suppressed her gag reflex as his cock entered her throat. She managed to reach Mark's length before gagging and there was still three inches to go.
She pulled up for air and paused to look at the head. It glistened with her saliva. His head really was about the size of a small apple and the pee-slit seemed unusually large also, at least three times as big as her husband's. She caught herself wondering what something so big would feel like in her neglected pussy.
Angela tried again. It was getting easier as her throat relaxed. She swallowed three quarters of his rod and looked down her nose at the remaining three inches. Angela liked a challenge. She focused on his pubic hair and pushed forward until her bottom lip touched the top of his scrotum.
"Your a very good cock-sucker Angel," said Solomon, as he slowly started moving his hips. "Not many women could do this on their first try."
Angela flushed with pride at the compliment. She began to rapidly bob her head up and down his shaft. All she had to do was stall until either the coke arrive or the knock out drops kicked in. But if she was stalling, why was she sucking him off so fast? Angela slowed down and tightened her lips around his rod. A minute later, she caught herself speeding up again.
Angela slowed down. She thought of his huge balls and his long pee-slit. The volume of his orgasm must be incredible. This would be the opportunity of a lifetime and she'd never have a hard cock in her mouth again. She wanted to feel him cum. Angela speeded up worried he'd pass out before she was finished.
Solomon began bucking his hips as she increased her pace, his fat head scraping her throat as it swelled even bigger. Then with little warning, the cock in her mouth seemed to explode. It reminded her of when she had done a beer-bong in college, sperm seemed to flow down her throat into her belly until she gagged and it filled her mouth and that was only his first load. He shot two more loads into her mouth each wad overflowing her mouth until sperm dribbled down her chin and she had to swallow. When he was finished, he held the tip of his cock on her tongue and squeezed out even more sperm. Angela lovingly licked up every drop.
She was trying to lick his sperm off her chin, when the doorbell rang. Solomon answered it buck naked and returned with a tray of coke. "Here's your coke," he said.
"But," said Angela looking at the familiar red can, "I thought..."
"What?"
"Nothing," she said. They toasted their cans and drank a little. Angela tried not to laugh.
"Don't tell me.." said Braddock groaning in her ear.
Solomon grabbed her coke and set it down. She shouldn't be laughing she should be worried. He lifted her up and carried her into his bedroom.
