(Thanks to Drewau for editing. Comments and feedback are always welcome and appreciated. I'm still trying to solidify my next series in my mind, but I had this idea for a one-shot when I woke up this morning. It was forming together so easily and quickly that I had to write it, and then it started getting long, which is what she said, and so I had to split this story into two instead of truncating the ending. I hope you enjoy it.)
"Where's the money?" Ana yelled in English through her thick Brazillian accent. She had finally caught a break on a string of bank robbery cases she had been investigating.
"I told you, I don't know what you are talking about. I was just minding my own business in the market when you tackled me and started smothering me with your giant tits." James spoke calmly in his RP British accent.
An American woman might have been embarrassed by this and the state she had caught him in. It had been Ana's day off, and as many in Brazil do on their day off, she went to the beach. Even if going topless on the beach weren't normal, she would have attempted to show off as much of her gorgeous breasts as she could.
She especially loved walking by uptight American tourists in her thong and nothing else. Her volleyball-sized breasts, nipples that could put an eye out, deeply tan skin, and her outrageously toned body caused many men to have to try and hide their boners from their wives as she strolled by. Truth be told, it turned her on.
That's part of the reason she became a cop. She loved the feeling of having power, especially over men, even more so if she didn't even have to use her badge or strength to do so. American men were the easiest to tease, too many centuries of being taught that nudity was taboo. But that was fine, it just fed into her fantasy all the more.
Today though, Ana was simply working on her tan when she heard the alarm go off and looked up just in time to see this large masked man bolting from the bank with two large duffle bags in tow. She had no time to put on her shoes, let alone a top as she gave pursuit. She must have given quite a show as her gravity-defying tits bounced and shook back and forth as she sprinted through the busy market.
She had lost sight of her target only briefly as he banked around a corner. When she turned the corner she saw him, the same height, build, and clothes. The only thing missing was his mask and bags. She was surprised the large black man didn't put up more of a fight. His size was comparable to Idris Elba and she was sure she would end up having to break a few bones to subdue him. But he acted like a pushover, especially when Ana informed him that she was the police.
Thankfully a uniformed officer was nearby. She turned James over to them to be brought down to the station why she went home to get dressed. Now she was wearing a satin light blue blouse tucked into a tight pair of black trousers. She typically wore her long curly flowing hair up when she was at work, but she wanted to get back to interrogate the bank robber as soon as possible.
"I chased you into that market."
"It wasn't me. And where is my Attorney."
"He called, he's still back in the U.K. Which means we have several more hours to play this game before he can come and ruin our fun." Ana had unplugged the cameras ten minutes earlier. She knew how to rough up a criminal without leaving a trace. That was her idea of fun. Her captain didn't mind either as long as there was no evidence of police brutality, and she got results.
She was on some thin ice at the moment though. After enough people filed complaints, IA had opened up an investigation on her. She wasn't too worried, except she had made two mistakes. Her first was a woman she had slapped in interrogation. Apparently, she had Cushing's disease and bruised much more easily than typical. The second was a sadist who ended up cumming in his pants from her "Enhanced Interrogation" techniques.
If you hit someone right you can keep it from leaving a bruise or breaking the skin. It's hard to hide a cum stain in pants. Especially with how much he came. He had a mild form of a condition called Hyperactive Testes Disorder. The man was claiming that Ana was trying to sexually extort a confession out of him.
Which, to be honest, she wasn't above doing. She just hadn't gotten to that step with that particular perpetrator yet. With James, she was confident that she wouldn't have either issue. His skin seemed tougher than most and he showed no sign of an erection, yet. Despite all of this, she was still nervous to proceed with the investigation hanging over her head. But she had been investigating this string of bank robberies for six months and was desperate to close the case.
Ana stood and walked around the table to James. She scooted his chair back and stood uncomfortably close to him. His hands cuffed behind his back made him feel even more uncomfortable. Ana's shirt was buttoned just high enough to seem innocuous, but still showed plenty of her ample cleavage. The man couldn't help but look as they were right at his eye level.
She used her leg to nudge his legs apart before gently snuggling her knee onto the chair up next to his crotch. Ana also leaned in and put her hands on the chair back, giving him an up-close view of straight down her blouse. James could see the fine detail on her black lace bra.
Ana's tone changed. Vinegar didn't work, it was time to try honey. Her voice became soft and sultry, and she leaned heavier into her accent. Foreign guys loved the heavy accent, especially Americans and Brits. It was exotic, which was hot all by itself. But broken English spoken in a foreign accent by a hot woman caused something primitive and protective to trigger in the many men in the English speaking world.
In a way, they saw it as a weakness. This poor woman can't speak the language very well, I need to protect her and take care of her. And in their minds, protecting her came with the perks of access to her body. It was incredibly demeaning to women and other cultures, but Ana was not above exploiting his caveman brain to her advantage.
"Look, I'm sorry I hit you. But I am just really desperate to solve this case. My job is riding on it, and I would do ANYTHING to keep my job." Ana was a master at taking on any persona to get what she wanted, on or off the job. And by the feel of the huge snake creeping down James's paint leg, she was reminded of how good she was at her job.
When James spoke again, his voice was softer and slightly breathless. "I told you already. You got the wrong man."
There was a knock on the door and Ana jumped away from him in a flash. Seconds later Ella stepped inside. She was a petite ex-pat from France, with short blonde hair tied up in a ponytail. Her thin delicate facial features were like a model. Ella's white blouse nearly completely hid her small breasts and was tucked into a long black pencil skirt.
She walked delicately into the room in three-inch black heels. From her thin lips came English in her native French accent. "We have to let him go."
"What? Why?" Ana was incredulous.
"You tackled the wrong man. Security footage in the market showed him shopping the entire time of the robbery. The man you were chasing ducked down an alley as soon after he broke the line of sight with you. This poor man was simply a victim of having a similar build and clothes as the perp."
Then she looked at James, "Monsieur Hault, I am Captain Ella Renaux, I hope Ana wasn't rough with you, we have had complaints." Her eyes shot daggers at Ana. Something about the look told James that the contempt there wasn't really about the previous indiscretions. "If you do need to file a complaint, we will have official forms at the front that you can sign. Ana will release your hands now, and as soon as we finish processing your paperwork, she will bring your up front. I am truly sorry for this mix-up."
James stayed silent as Ella Left the room, closing the door behind her. The silence stuck in the air for several seconds. Ana knew she was screwed. She was just so sure she had the right guy. She had to convince him not to press charges. "James, can I call you James? I'm so sorry. You have to understand my situation." Ana began to explain everything about the string of bank robberies.
The expression on James' face was stern and unchanging, and he never said a word. "Look, I'm sure we can come to some sort of agreement here." Ana began to step towards him and unbutton her blouse at the same time. She pulled the shirt open and revealed her bra fully to him. There wasn't even a flicker of a change on his face.
Ana knew he wasn't gay from their interaction earlier. She was only a foot away from him when she unhooked the front clasp on her bra and revealed those gorgeous massive tits that seemed to defy gravity. James looked at her breasts blatantly, but his expression remained unchanged. Ana took that as progress.
It was looking like she was going to have to pull out the big guns, or at least his big gun. She lowered to her knees in front of James and started fondling the steel rod stretching down his pant leg. He was big. Long, but thick too.
Ana hated sucking cock. She typically saved it for when she really wanted something from whatever guy she was dating at the time. But, it looked like she was going to have to suck it up, literally and figuratively. She unzipped his pants and fished his member out. She had to admit that it was a very nice penis. Under different circumstances, she wouldn't mind having this inside her.
"I'm sure we can make some kind of amends." She kissed his tip delicately. That finally caused James to blink. She might have hated giving blowjobs, but that didn't mean she wasn't any good at it.
Ana traced a circle around his tip with her tongue. James let out a slow breath, his resolve weakening. Ana trailed little kisses down one side of his shaft, tongued his balls, and kissed her way back up his urethra. A drop of precum was waiting for her at the tip. She lapped it up and pretended it tasted like chocolate. "Mmmm, you're so sweet."
Despite being in obvious pleasure, James remained silent. Ana lined her mouth up with his shaft and slowly began to swallow the massive thing. She had never had anything so massive in her mouth. It wasn't the length, the width was nearly stretching her jaw to accept it all.
Ana loved having her pussy filled like this, but she never imagined having her mouth filled so much could have been such a turn on as well. She couldn't even swirl her tongue around him, which was her signature move. Ana managed to fit three-quarters of his entire shaft into her mouth. She had never been incapable of taking an entire shaft into her mouth.
Ana was suddenly getting hot and wet. She unbuttoned and unzipped her pants and slid a hand beneath her cotton lace panties. She toyed with her clit and bobbed up and down on James' cock. He was finally moaning and enjoying the moment, which turned Ana on even more. She ended up cumming faster than she had ever cum before.
