Policewomen Ep. 03: Kelly's Failure

"Look at you. Look at those corn rows, that sweaty, white body of yours, taking my black dick like that. That reminds me why I asked Torrie to take care of those Bahama brothers for me."

Kelly's eyes rolled into the back of her head, she never felt so full before.

"I want to ask you a question. Will you move into my building?" Fat Rob asked.

"What?" Kelly struggled to say.

"I have a room ready for you. All those women that come and go live in that building – most of them at least. You can move there too," Fat Rob said.

"My – my, son," Kelly panted, gripping the sheets of the bed.

"He still in high school, right? We live in same school district. You'll have to bring him. He'll see what his mother is really like. Leave your husband. Leave his ass, bring your boy, and come live in my building."

"Yes!" Kelly was cumming.

"If he sees his mom getting fucked by black men, oh well!" Fat Rob added.

Chapter 7

Kelly had already given Fat Rob her answer during orgasmic anal sex in the Bahamas. However, Fat Rob felt the need to show her around some; introduce her to some of the residents – all women Fat Rob and his crew fuck on a regular basis. Kelly recognized a few, but didn't know their names or their stories.

"This is Emily," Fat Rob said. A smiling, shy looking, brunette nodded to Kelly.

"As you can see, she's pregnant with one of our babies. We don't know who's and we don't care. She's a baby factory though. Isn't that right, Emily?" Fat Rob smiled. Emily nodded.

"Her husband kicked her out, after learning she had sex with a black man. He kept all seven – or was it six – anyway, all of their kids for himself. She found me, I stretched her pussy, and I let her live in my building," Fat Rob explained.

"You gonna have a big black baby soon, Miss Emily," Fat Rob said, rubbing her large belly.

"'Scuse me boss," A black man appeared behind Emily, nodding to Fat Rob, putting on his coat and leaving her apartment.

They moved to another apartment a few floors below Fat Rob's.

"Hi Fat Rob!" a younger, 20-something said, throwing her arms around him.

"This is Gisele. She's an employee at the magazine I work for my day job. She loves black dick," Fat Rob said, hugging, kissing her cheek.

"Mmhmm," Gisele grinned, from ear-to-ear.

"Ohh yes!" The three of them heard in the background, from inside Gisele's apartment.

"Oh shit, Miss Gisele, you having a party? Can we see?" Fat Rob asked.

Fat Rob and Kelly entered the apartment. Fat Rob laughed seeing two women riding black men on the couch. "Miss Carrie and Miss Vanessa, having lots of fun I see. These two ladies are Miss Gisele's cousins. She moved them down from Minnesota after she found out their marriages ended. Carrie's husband left her, and Vanessa left hers for black cock."

The light brown haired Vanessa hopped off the black man she was riding, grabbed Fat Rob, pulling him in for a hard kiss, "You're damn right I did."

"Ooh, Miss Vanessa, I think you should visit me later tonight. It's been a few weeks since I tapped that pussy," Fat Rob said.

"I will. You won't be able to walk when I'm done with you," She said, straddling the black man on the couch, sliding his cock back inside her.

"Damn, Miss Kelly you might have to protect me!" Fat Rob joked. They moved on to another room, on another floor.

Moments later they were looking at a nude, 19-year-old college student, on her knees, sucking Fat Rob's cock in the hallway.

"Career day. One of my coworkers, told her about the magazine, what it stands for, who it targets. This is Rhea, she loves the target market of the magazine – black men 18 to 35. She's going to do really well too," Fat Rob said, running his hand through her hair.

"I'm hoping that little redhead, Leanna, moves in, they are around the same age – they could be roommates. But we haven't seen her in weeks. Let's move on," he motioned for Kelly to follow.

"And here we have the stripper's suite," Fat Rob, knocked on the door. "It's where some of my employees from out of town, like Florida, stay," Fat Rob did his best to conceal an emotion of anger, knowing every club throughout Florida, dozens of them, were shutting down – thanks to Wayne's failure.

A busty, naked, brunette named Crystal answered the door. She smiled widely, hugging Fat Rob, her big tits mashing against suit. "Here you go!" she handed him a wad of cash. "I was busy last night. Two men bought two hours each, then one man bought me for the rest of the night. There's your share daddy."

Fat Rob chuckled, "Miss Crystal, you don't need to call me that, remember?"

"I know. But I like it!" she exclaimed.

Fat Rob kissed her, squeezing a breast. "Come see me with these titties before you leave."

"I will!"

***

Kelly and Torrie collapsed on top of Fat Rob, kissing all over his face, working their way down to his cock. The last room Fat Rob showed Kelly was her own, she'd be roommates with Torrie. They spent the rest of the night in bed. When Fat Rob left to tend to pussy, Kelly and Torrie continued on, spending intimate time with one another.

"So your son will move in too?" Torrie asked, lying in bed, facing Kelly.

"Yes. I have no idea how to tell him. Fat Rob is taking care of the house. Plus Nate won't need to change schools or anything," Kelly kissed Torrie.

"I bet he's a nice kid," Torrie said.

"He is," Kelly replied, guilt stabbing at her heart. "He's wonderful. I miss him."

Torrie wiped a tear from Kelly's eyes. "Maybe he'll like it here."

"I don't know. I know I'll be very busy tending bar," Kelly bit her bottom lip, "and sex." The two women giggled.

"He turns 18 next week," Kelly said.

"Go home then. Go spend time with him with before you leave your husband and move in here, alright?" Torrie said.

"Alright," Kelly answered. The two friends kissed one last time for the night. Kelly grabbed her things and headed home.

Chapter 8

Kelly sat in front of her bedroom mirror, undoing her corn rows. She had them for a couple weeks while in Bahamas, loved how she felt with them while sucking a black dick, or getting taken from behind. But it was time to undo them.

She was angry at Nate. When she arrived home a girl was here. Kelly didn't know her, only that she went to the same school as Nate.

Everyone was embarrassed. Kelly, looking like a porn star with her dress and a thug lover with her corn rows, walked in on them. She thought they were making out, but wasn't certain.

Nate said she was just a friend; Kelly sighed and went to her room.

Her cell phone rang. It was the captain from her precinct. He probably wanted information on Fat Rob and what she's discovered. She ignored the call.

It rang again, it was Fat Rob. She immediately answered it, "Hey baby."

"Miss Kelly, you're going to have a great Saturday night," Fat Rob said.

"I hope so. Not sure what my son and I are going to do. We're not exactly – "

"Oh no, no, no. Miss Kelly I meant you and my boy Tony, from out of town. He has a craving for blondes. His last couple visits have been dark haired white women. Poor Miss Emily, he almost sent her in to labor, he took her pussy so hard. Then when he had Miss Vanessa, he said she almost scared him, she was so crazy in bed."

"I don't know. I have to tell my son about the move, I was hoping to do it over dinner this weekend," Kelly said.

Fat Rob calmed his anger. He turned away from five or so of crew members throwing darts at Wayne, occasionally using him as a punching bag for laughs. "Miss Kelly, Tony is a good friend. I need your help. You are one of the hottest blondes I have."

Kelly wanted to cry. "I just," she paused. She thought on her feet, maybe the girl Nate was hanging out with could come. It could be a double date she thought. She suggested to Fat Rob she meet with Tony early in the day, fuck him until dinner, go on the dinner date, bringing her son and his friend along, then that would be it. She would tell Nate about the move after Tony is gone that evening.

***

Out of the many horrible things Kelly had done in the past few months, this was just another notch on the pole. Tony was an older, gigantic, bodybuilder-like black man. From lunch until dinner he fucked Kelly. He kept going, he kept pummeling her pussy, he kept impaling her over and over all afternoon, never stopping to break – he was a machine, a monster. Kelly loved it. She had trouble walking, she was numb everywhere.

Sitting across from her son and his date, a cute shy girl, named Becca, Kelly fumbled her words, had trouble concentrating, and felt stupid. It was beyond awkward. Her poor son was confused, wondering who this black guy was.

When Tony placed Kelly's hand on the erection flowing down his thigh, she gasped loudly. "You ok?" Nate asked.

"Mmhmm," his mother answered, squeezing the thick, massive dick of Tony's. "I can't believe he's hard again," she thought.

Kelly should have removed her hand from Tony, but didn't, couldn't. Pretending to listen to her son talking about school, Becca occasionally interjecting her thoughts, Kelly slowly unzipped Tony's pants, sliding her hand in. Since he wasn't wearing boxers, Kelly had no trouble finding his cock.

"What's wrong with me?" she asked herself, stroking Tony's long dick while her son talked across from her. "I need this so bad," she said to herself, nodding at something her son said.

The ride home was agonizing. There was a wreck, traffic was stalled. Tony couldn't keep his hands to himself in the back seat of the car. Nate driving and Becca in the passenger side, Kelly and Tony were in the back, struggling to keep their clothes on.

"You got a good pussy," Tony whispered in her ear. The heater and radio wasn't too loud, but Kelly felt it would hide Tony's whispered. "I'm going to eat it for dessert."

"Tony, stop," Kelly whispered, pushing his hand away from her crotch. He kissed at her neck, she glanced in the rearview mirror, Nate's eyes were forward.

"Come on," he said again. "That pussy is mine all night."

"No," Kelly whispered. "This afternoon and dinner were it. You have to leave; I need to talk to Nate about something."

Tony grinned, slowly guiding Kelly's hand to his crotch. In the dark backseat, Tony had taken his cock out. Kelly closed her eyes and bit her lower lip when her hand closed around it. "Shit," she whispered. She glanced at Nate's eyes in the rearview mirror, they were still forward looking to the slow moving traffic.

"I can't believe this, I can't," Kelly struggled to tell herself, her hand slowly stroking Tony's cock.

On more glance to Nate's reflection in the rearview mirror and Kelly lowered herself into Tony's lap, mouth open, sucking that big, juicy, black cock in the back seat.

She tried her best to be quiet, but an occasional slurping sound or moan was louder than she intended. Becca glanced over to Nate, wondering to herself if Tony moaned or yawned. She had no idea her friend's mother was in the backseat giving a black man a blow job.

Fifteen minutes later, traffic was moving normally now. Tony stopped Kelly, bringing her face to his, "Get on it."

"What?"

"My dick. I want your pussy on it now," Tony quietly said.

"Tony, no, please. They'll hear, they'll see it," Kelly pleaded.

"Bitch, I don't give a fuck. Get on my dick!" Tony answered, a little louder than a whisper. "I know you need it."

Tony was right. She needed it more than anything. She was addicted. Kelly looked to Nate, if he heard the sounds of oral sex, he didn't seem to acknowledge them or look to see what was going on in the back seat.

Kelly shook her head, she knew what she was going to do. Tony slid over to the middle of the back seat. Kelly pulled her dress up. She wasn't wearing underwear either. She quietly straddled Tony, guiding his cock into her. She was still, sitting on him, her already exhausted pussy oozing lubrication.

"Get to work," Tony whispered.

Kelly glanced over her shoulder. "He'll see me. I know it. But I need this. Forgive me Nate," she told herself. Kelly turned around, arms wrapped around Tony, and slowly rose up and down on his cock.

They were surprisingly quiet. The only sounds Kelly heard was the sound of bare skin sliding across the fabric of Tony's slacks and shirt.

"That's it. Just like that. Work that pussy, milk my dick," Tony whispered, his head leaning back on the seat, arms stretched to the side.

"Yes," Kelly said to herself, fighting off an orgasm. "Keep quiet, go slow. Feels so good. Please don't turn the heater down Nate," she begged him in her head.

A few minutes from the house, Nate glanced in the rearview mirror. He saw something that made his eyes widen with shock. He wasn't sure what it was at first, due to the low light, but then he realized after watching it move up and down for a few seconds. He was staring at a woman's ass - his mother's.

His mouth hanging open, he had to regain control of the car. Shaking the image from his head, he drove on. Nate couldn't help but look again, this time adjusting the rearview mirror to see her entire ass. "No way," he mouthed.

Nate saw a large, dark skinned hand grab one of her butt cheeks. He refocused on the road, adjusted the rearview to hide her from view, and sped home.

Kelly was in a trance, unable to stop if she tried. Nate pulled into the driveway. "I'll walk you to your car," he quickly told Becca, rushing out to meet her.

"Thanks," she quietly said, glancing over her shoulder in the back seat. Her mouth dropped next. The passenger side opened and she was practically yanked out of the car by Nate.

"They're gone," Tony said, slapping her ass.

"Uh huh," Kelly breathed, picking up the pace, bouncing hard up and down on him now.

"Do you want to come over? My mom made cookies," Becca asked a thoroughly embarrassed Nate as the two of them watched the car in the driveway rock back and forth, the back window steaming up.

"Um," Nate said. The two of them heard his mother cry out with orgasmic bliss all the way from Becca's car 30 feet away. "Yes, that'd be great."

Tony pulled her dress off, tossing it to the floor, grabbed Kelly's purse. She fished out her keys. "Inside," she said. Tony didn't allow her to get off his cock. He maneuvered his way out of the car, holding onto Kelly. He walked toward the door, a nude white woman impaled on him. Kelly was able to reach around and unlock the front door. Tony entered with her, kissing her, removing his clothes.

He thrust into her, slamming her against the wall of the hallway, pictures falling to the carpet. Tony slammed her on her bed, flinging his shirt off, propping himself up with his hands next to her head and began his onslaught.

The bed banged against the wall, Kelly and Tony rolled around several times, knocking over a lamp off the bedside table. They rolled around more, knocking the digital clock, reading 8:27 pm onto the floor. Another promise Kelly made to herself to talk to Nate about the move and spend time with him during his birthday weekend was broken.

***

Nate was asleep on a couch, Becca asleep next to him, the movie they were watching long since over. Nate felt a gentle nudge on his shoulder, stirring awake. "Oh hi, sorry, I feel asleep."

"It's ok," Becca's mother whispered. "Let's get you home."

A few minutes later, Nate thanked Becca's mother, glanced at the clock in the car – 2:46 am. He smiled and made his way to the unlocked front door.

The house was a mess. It looked like a hurricane went through it. Things were knocked over, books on the floor, the couch cushions disheveled. Nate was able to deduce his mom and Tony had sex everywhere. He hoped he was gone, he hoped they were done.

Kelly was breathing through her nose, her tongue swirling around inside Tony's mouth. He was on top, inside her balls deep, taking a break after giving Kelly another orgasm. He broke the kiss, sat up, pulling her limp body with him.

They were covered in sweat and exhausted, but Tony kept going. He was ready to end it, to finally cum.

"Ahh!" Kelly cried out, after one powerful thrust from Tony. Nate heard it.

"No," he winced. His mother cried out again, Tony gripping her waist, delivering the final thrusts.

"Ahhh!" She cried out again.

"You ready?" Tony asked Kelly.

"No!" Nate said, rushing to the front door.

"Yes!" He heard his mother cry out in the background.

Tony thrust several times, very hard, Kelly's body flailing in his arms with each impact. Nate grabbed his coat, opened the front door and ran out into the cold night air.

"Ugh," Tony grunted, his balls tightening, his cock pumping semen into Kelly's pussy.

"Yess!" She moaned, the final orgasm of the night coursing through her body.

Tony laid her on her back; his cock slithered out, her pussy gushing with cum. He gathered his clothes, putting them on. He picked Kelly up, slinging her over his shoulder.

He grabbed her keys, made his way to her car, put her nude body in the passenger side and drove off.

Forty minutes later, Tony woke Kelly up, got out of the car and went to his hotel room, not saying a word goodbye. Kelly, naked, looked around, realizing she was alone and the night was done. She climbed into the driver's seat and drove home.

After realizing she was home alone, she cleaned up her and Tony's mess. Still naked while she straightened things up, she called Nate – no answer. After putting books back on the bookshelf, she put pictures back on the wall in the hallway. She looked at a picture of Nate when he was younger, guilt overtaking her. "I'm sorry," she whispered.

Movement caught her peripheral vision to the left, Kelly turned, seeing Nate standing, looking at her. Kelly didn't bother covering up her nudity; she simply looked at her son, watching him glance at her hourglass frame. Their eyes met for a second and Kelly spoke again.

"I'm sorry," she managed to get out. She turned, walked to her bedroom, embarrassment overtaking the both of them, and gently closed the door.

Chapter 9

Kelly spent the next day at Kristen's. She told her friend about everything she had done the previous night. Kelly told Kristen about Torrie and how she left her family to join Fat Rob, she told Kristen about how the department has been calling a lot more lately, wanting updates. Kelly confessed to her friend that she had no idea when or if she'd blow her cover to take down Fat Rob. She wanted to move into his building, she wanted to be part of this life, she felt her sister Trina, wouldn't understand.

Kristen held her, consoling her, telling her to do what she thinks is right. Kelly, at this point, didn't believe she could.

"Come in ASAP" was the text Kelly received on her way home from Kristen's. It was from a lead detective. She ignored it, anger at herself overtaking her. She sat in her driveway, ignoring calls from the captain. She grit her teeth, she didn't want to give this life up. She called Fat Rob.

"Get a moving truck here today," Kelly demanded. "I want to be moved into that building tonight. Whatever we can't fit in the apartment, will go to storage."

"Yes ma'am, Miss Kelly," Fat Rob said. "Will it be just you? Or is your son going with your husband?"

"My son and I, yes," Kelly answered.

"Good. I'll send movers over immediately," Fat Rob grinned.

Kelly entered the house, barged into Nate's room. "We're moving. Pack your clothes," she said opening his closet.

"What?"

"You heard me," Kelly turned around, facing him, this time with clothes on. "We are leaving this neighborhood and moving. Nothing will change for you. Same school, same friends, all that. Get packing."

"Mom I don't understand, I – "

"JUST DO IT!" Kelly yelled at her son.

Several hours later, the huge moving truck was loaded, Nate sitting in the packed car waiting to follow it, still utterly confused and angry.