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Little by little consciousness seeped back into the happily addled brain of Special Agent Barbara Black. She thought it must be afternoon. The night seemed so long ago; she didn't remember much about it. She closed her eyes again, feeling good -- relaxed and ... satisfied. That was it; she recognized the feeling. She had been fucked last night and totally sated sexually. The man who had bedded her must have had a prick the size of a donkey and the stamina to match to do this kind of job on her, she reflected dreamily. Getting laid had never before left her quite so zonked so many hours later. But where was she and what kind of man could fuck her so good as to make her blackout the last 10 12 hours. In fact, how long had it been? She realized she had no idea of the time. Deliberately, as if drugged, she attempted to look at her watch. Her right arm didn't respond. With mild annoyance, she realized her hands and feet were bound to a bed with soft but strong scarves.
Mild annoyance? Why wasn't she incensed? Outraged? Could a night of even the best sex damp her normally take-charge personally? How could a man's prick pounding her senseless -- even several times -- make her so docile? However good she felt, she had to reconstruct what had happened! Slowly it started coming back to her.
*****
Barbara was sitting in the Agency van with her partner Carol Burke outside the apartment of drug kingpin, Nick Botero waiting for the set-up delivery to make the arrest. It had been a strange, sexually charged conversation. The weird part began when out of the blue Carol had asked, "Don't you sometimes get tired of being tough and domineering with men? Particularly since most criminals are men?"
"On the contrary," Barbara laughed. "I rather enjoy exercising power over men. I comes in handy with Robert," she giggled. "I have him very well trained. I show him some tit or wiggle my ass at him, and he is incapable of saying no to anything I demand."
"That's just it." Carol replied. "If your boyfriend does only what you tell him to do, you already know you will enjoy it. He can never take you to places you don't already know."
"What kind of places do you mean?"
"I mean, don't you think it would be fun to be submissive sometimes, let a powerful man take over your sex life, make you do things *he* wants you to do."
"Not my cup of tea, or yours either, I thought," Barbara said eyeing her partner strangely. Carol was infamous as a heartbreaker, certainly not the submissive type. None of her boyfriends lasted long and many were near suicidal when Carol -- inevitably - grew bored and dumped them. But while the torrid affair lasted, Carol could keep a man very happy. Still, now that Barbara thought about it, Carol did seem more subdued lately. Most unlike herself, she hadn't been bragging about how rich or how hunky her latest conquest was. Barbara and the other women working on the secret Operation "Lights Out" surmised that Carol was finally in love, but no one knew anything about the mystery man who seemed at last to have pulled the reins in on the wanton Miss Blake.
"Speaking of tea, have some more," Carol said. Barbara was usually a strong black coffee woman, but before she could object, Carol was refilling Barbara's cup from a thermos. "It'll soon be time to go get Botero. To bad he's a narco kingpin. Have you seen him? He's cute and built like a bull. Sometimes when I have him staked out, I wonder what it would be like to have him in me. I'll bet he fucks good!" Carol remarked a few minutes later.
"Carol! Don't talk that way." Barbara was not shushing Carol just on principle. In fact over the last hour or so as they waited, she had gradually become aware of a kind of restlessness. Damn Carol Burke! Her sexy talk about dominance and submission and being taken places she didn't want to go was getting Barbara horny. She wouldn't admit it, but the fantasy of being fucked by Nick Botero was good enough to give her a familiar wetness in her pants. Usually, Barbara juiced up like this only after some serious foreplay with a lover. How could Carol's mindless girl talk have turned her on like this?
"Why not?" Carol persisted. "Just because he's a criminal doesn't mean he wouldn't be fun to bed."
"Just shut up!" Barbara snapped. It was all she could do to keep her mind on the assignment and off of Nick Botero's body which she knew was, as Carol had said, "built like a bull."
Minutes after the women noted the delivery, they were ringing the bell of Nick Botero's luxurious apartment, financed, Barbara was sure, with money from drugs, extortion and kidnapping. Well, he didn't have much longer to enjoy his ill-gotten wealth, Barbara thought.
"Nicolas Botero?" Barbara asked according to formula. "I am placing you under arrest. We have a warrant." Barbara stated firmly.
"A warrant? How unnecessary. I am always happy to receive a visit from two such lovely ladies. Please come in." he replied with a broad smile.
Barbara was flummoxed. Why did Botero seem so unconcerned? If he had been tipped off about the arrest, he would not have taken the drop or he could have escaped, Barbara thought. Puzzled by his reaction and disturbed by her own reaction to the most beautiful man Barbara had ever seen, she stumbled through the recitation of rights. "You ... uh ... have the right to remain silent ..."
Nick just stood smiling at Barbara, no almost leering at her until she sputtered to a finish. "Thank you for telling me about my Miranda rights, but don't I have any other rights?" he grinned. "What about my right to be body searched by a beautiful policewoman?"
"Oh, he's right, Barbara." Carol blurted out. Better search him for hidden weapons."
"Don't be ridiculous!" Barbara said. A body search under the circumstances was against procedures and Carol knew it, but the thought of running her hands over the beautiful hard body of Nick Botero was too wicked to dismiss easily. Nick immediately leaned against the wall supported by his upraised hands in an most obliging manner, clearly liking the idea.
"Go ahead, Barb. Look, it turns him on!" Barbara hesitated, but the opportunity to run her hands over the criminal's powerfully muscled body was too good to pass up. She frisked her hands up and down his torso and then bent to feel his powerfully muscled legs, allowing her hands to go all the way up to his crotch. Nick moaned softly as Barbara "accidentally" brushed his genitals.
"He has a big bulge there in front, below his belt. You'd better drop his pants to check that out, Barb. It could be something dangerous," Carol giggled. Barbara's heart was pounding. She realized there was indeed 'something dangerous' in Nick Botero's pants and she knew better than to let Carol goad her into doing something foolish. But, she was so turned on ... she did it anyway.
"Ok, drop your pants, Botero" she ordered, trying to sound as gruff as she could. Nick complied with haste. When he proceeded to let his briefs fall to the floor as well, Barbara gasped. He really WAS hung like a horse. Never had she seen such a dick. She fought the desire to take Nick's rapidly hardening prick in her hands ... and lost.
"Oh, baby" Nick moaned. "You do know how to handle a man!"
"Look at that hardon, Barbara. You've got him going!" Carol exclaimed. "Think what you could do with a prick like that. I'll bet you could fuck him and make him confess to everything. Go on!"
