"No!!...No!!...No!!" declared Qatari billionaire businessman SAMUEL HABIB...in his secret identity of the black hooded international criminal kingpin...the BLACK SYRIAN...as he pounded the desk with his clenched black gloved fists...in his private suite in this remodelled hi-rise apartment complex in this affluent district of Detroit...which was secretly used for more nefarious purposes. "That accursed female!!...She has thwarted my will yet again!!" snarled the hooded villain...clad in a grey business suit and shiny black leather shoes...as he stormed around the suite...waving his fists in the air. Nearby...his local partner...influential businessman and city councilman MARIO VANETTII....watched as the Black Syrian went into what was becoming a frequent pattern of tirades since he had arrived in Detroit to oversee the covert sex slavery ring which was being operated out of this building...which was owned by Vanetti and codenamed...THE HAREM.
"What's going on boss?" asked Vanetti. "My operatives in Jamaica have failed me!!...They are either dead or in the custody of the local authorities!...No one denies the Black Syrian his right!...She shall pay for this!!...I shall punish her!!" declared Habib...who vaguely seemed to be aware of Vanetti's presence as he walked over to a nearby monitor...and switched it on. As the images appeared on the screen...they provided closed circuit television footage of a cell block within the building...where several young women...of different ethnicities...wearing skimpy clothing...revealing their shapely attributes...were being held...until they could be sold on the black market for interested clients. Vanetti...who has close and secret ties to the Italian mob in Detroit...had partnered with the Black Syrian...to run this very lucrative operation.
However...Vanetti was becoming silently concerned...that the growing mental volatility of the reputed international crime boss...could pose a threat to this very operation...as he watched the Black Syrian pay attention to a busty black woman...clad in a mock yellow feline mask... her shapely ebony bust rising and falling slowly...as she lay virtually naked on her back in one of the cells...her shapely arms and legs spread eagled...and he heard her moaning..."Uuuuuuuuh...Uuuuuuuuuh" over the monitor as anaesthetic gas...used to keep any of the female captives subdued should they become unruly...was slowly pumped into the cell. Vanetti remembered how this woman had been kidnapped outside of one of the establishments he owned in the city and brought here. In fact...the Italian American businessman/politician recalled...the Black Syrian had ordered that women like her especially be kidnapped and used as stock for the sex slavery ring.
This made Vanetti increasingly concerned that the Black Syrian could be leaving a trail for someone to follow...and possibly shut down the sex slavery ring...all because of the growing obsession that he had with the woman he was watching on the screen. He had no idea that Habib was thinking about the famous Sexy Superwoman of Jamaica...YELLOW CAT...who within the space of 48 hours had exposed the STEELE AGENCY...as a front for his criminal operations...getting control of the wealth of the clientele who sought its services...and using that wealth to fund his worldwide criminal enterprises...many of which masqueraded as legitimate businesses. As he watched image of PROFESSOR PAULA JONES...lying unconscious in the gas-filled cell...wearing a mask similar to the one worn by the Busty Jamaican Amazon...who had thwarted him yet again...even though he was thousands of miles away from the Caribbean island...his rage intensified.
"You will pay Yellow Cat!...You must be punished!...Mr Vanetti!...Have that woman taken to a treatment room and have her tortured at once!" demanded the Black Syrian as he watched the screen showing the unconscious Paula Jones...clad in a mask which resembled that of the Sexy Superwoman of Jamaica. "You're the boss" replied Vanetti as he walked out of the suite...leaving the international criminal kingpin to his ravings. "Black Syrian's losing it...His obsession with that black bitch in the mask...could threaten this entire venture" thought Vanetti to himself as he made his way down the corridor. So far they had managed to keep their sex slavery ring both secret and successful.
However the Black Syrian's obsession with Paula Jones...had led to him commanding that women like Paula be captured and sold as sex slaves to wealthy clientele on the black market. Vanetti was concerned that someone could get wise to the fact that women were going missing for no reason in Detroit. The corrupt businessman/politician remembered how close the ring came to being exposed when the Scorpion Woman happened to encounter one of the trailer trucks carrying some of the sex slaves to their buyers. They managed to dodge that bullet but Vanetti knew that Scorpion Woman was still at large and could pose a threat still. Also of concern were reports that MISS MUSCLE...celebrated superwoman from Alpha City in the Midwest had moved to Detroit...and was already active on the crime front.
His thoughts were interrupted by a female voice. "Mr Vanetti....I'd like a word." The Italian American businessman/politician looked up...and saw a white woman...dressed in a platinum top... slacks and boots approaching him. Her hair was also platinum in colour and styled into a Mohawk. He recognised her as Static...a villainess who possessed the power to harness electricity. She was the Black Syrian's enforcer...hired to head the security for the sex slave ring. Vanetti briefly wondered whether the international criminal kingpin suspected he was trying a double cross...but decided to play it cool. "Mr Vanetti...
I need a word with you..." said Static as she walked up to him...with small sparks of electricity coming out of her fingertips.
"Yes...What is it?" asked Vanetti. "We may have a problem...Someone may be on to us..." replied Static bluntly. "What?" asked Vanetti in shock...but keeping his voice low and calm. "Yes...Word from our street informants say someone's been asking questions about some of our... merchandise...especially the kind that Black Syrian has a preference for" replied the villainess....making reference to the captive Paula Jones....who the international criminal kingpin had dressed in the attire of the Jamaican superwoman called YELLOW CAT...and was personally overseeing her erotic torture...but was not prepared to sell her to clients demanding to own her. "Shall I inform the Black Syrian of this?" asked Static.
"No...I'll handle this...Our employer's a bit preoccupied at the moment...send out the word...$1million bounty...dead or alive on the person who's asking questions about the operation...I want that snoop brought to me alive...if the snoop resists...kill him...the money goes to whoever can do the job" vowed Vanetti. "You got it....Boss..." replied Static with a smile. While Vanetti and Static made plans behind his back...the Black Syrian...wearing a gas mask over his face...entered the gas filled prison cell...where Paula Jones lay spread eagled on her back...atop the hard bunk in the middle of the cell...wearing nothing but the mock yellow feline mask...he ordered she wear...reminding him of the buxom Jamaican superwoman who had foiled him yet again. Her breasts and cunt aching from days of erotic torture...dizzy by the gas...Paula could do nothing but watch as the hooded villain took out a pair of electric massagers. "No...No
...Oh God...No...Please...." gasped the busty black professor. "Now Yellow Cat...You must be punished..." snarled the Black Syrian...as he jammed one device into the middle of her naked ebony bust...and the second into her throbbing cunt. "AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
...AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" screamed Paula as she absorbed even more punishment...that would last several hours.
7th Precinct
Downtown Detroit
7 pm
Sitting alone at her desk in the empty squad room...DETECTIVE MICHELLE WALKER...was deep in thought as she looked at the computer screen directly in front of her...at photos of women that had been emailed to her...and the photo of the missing Professor Paula Jones...given to her by Paula's student at the University of Detroit...JUAN MARQUEZ...a young man who seemed to be the only one concerned with her disappearance. However as she watched the photos of women...several of them black and busty...the beauteous policewoman was starting to see a pattern emerging...regarding these women... who were prostitutes...low level employees... homeless persons...whose absence would not be missed. "Maybe Paula Jones isn't an isolated case?" thought Michelle...as she leaned back in her chair.
Wearing a tight black tank top that highlighted her ample creamy Scorpion Breasts...and her toned abdomen...tight blue jeans and black leather boots... the sexy police detective caused her huge firm mounds to bunch together under her tight top...as she rubbed the back of her neck with her right hand. "Ohhhh...What I wouldn't give for one of Trey's wonderful massages now..." thought Michelle aloud...as her mind drifted on her teenage boyfriend. "Perhaps Mistress...You should contact Master Trey?" suggested Stinger...the artificial intelligence...which supported her when she was her sexy super-powered alter-ego of Scorpion Woman. The AI's suggestion startled Michelle slightly. "Stinger...You can't be contacting me like this...What if someone heard?" whispered Michelle into the silver ring on her right middle finger.
"My apologies Mistress...but I did scan the building...You are very much alone here..." assured Stinger. "And very much alone in general..." replied the beauteous policewoman with a tinge of sadness in her voice. "I do not understand...you and Master Trey are drawing closer again...He cares for you very much..." said Stinger. "Yes...and I love him too...but he loves Scorpion Woman too...I'm scared Stinger...that when he finds out that Michelle Walker and Scorpion Woman are the same person...I
...I could lose him..." said the sexy police detective. "I would give Master Trey a lot more confidence than that..." replied Stinger. "Ok...Any particular reason you're contacting me?...Or were you checking up on me? asked Michelle...feeling a little reassured after the AI's last comment.
"Only to draw your attention to the presence of a new power that has been detected in the city...It is a woman...a super heroine who calls herself...MISS MUSCLE" replied Stinger...as news reports of the golden haired Maiden of Might appeared on Michelle's screen. "Yes...She was famous back in Alpha City...but disappeared a few years ago...lots of people in the precinct...especially Arthur...are fascinated by her sudden appearance here" said Michelle. "I merely wished to advise caution Mistress...No doubt this Miss Muscle would be studying her new environment...and the city's media has portrayed you as a vigilante...She may pose a problem to you..." said Stinger. " I'll deal with her should she cross my path...but right now...I need to get out of here...I need to see someone..." replied Michelle..as she powered down her computer...grabbed her black leather jacket off the back of her chair and headed out of the squad room.
Corktown District
Detroit
7.30 pm
Trey Johnson got off the bus...and began his long walk home...to the house where he lived with his mother Wilma. His journey took him through a park that was located three blocks away from their house. He would have been home from Carver High School hours earlier...had he the use of its van...but it's battery died on him in the morning...before leaving the house and he didn't have the time to get a replacement. As he walked...Trey checked his I-phone...seeing news reports of the appearance of Miss Muscle in Detroit. He had read stories about the Sexy Strongwoman's exploits in Alpha City...before she mysteriously vanished
"Could be a problem...but Amazon can deal with her" thought the teenager...his mind passing on the Venomous Vixen...who had not been seen in the city for weeks. As he thought about Scorpion Woman...and how much he missed her...Trey suddenly found himself thinking about Detective Michelle Walker. They had been spending a lot of time together...and while he was naturally distrustful of people...something about Michelle...made it easy for him to be with her. "Amazon was right...I
can trust Michelle...I'm liking her more and more I see her...but how do I tell Amazon this...I think I'm falling for Michelle...I just wish Amazon was here so that I thought" Trey as he walked. However his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a woman's high heels nearby.
Looking in the direction of the sound...Trey spotted.. a black woman walking along another pathway in the park. Her black hair worn loose...she was wearing a white fur coat...a bright red dress...which hugged her shapely figure...and bright red open toe stilettos...as she made her way down the pathway...which was dimly lit. Seeing this ebony beauty...it made the teenager remember the profile of the missing women that he had been investigating...which he had told Michelle about.
Then he remembered what Michelle had told him about the missing university professor...Paula Jones. As these thoughts played around in his mind...Trey noticed something else. A pair of men...their heads covered by the hoods of their jackets.. following the unsuspecting woman.
"Those must be the kidnappers...This is going down and going down fast...I gotta help that lady...I know I promised Michelle...but I got no choice...I gotta do something" resolved Trey as he made his way through the cluster of nearby trees and bushes in the park...using the sound of the black woman's stilettos echoing off the concrete tiles of pathway to allow him to keep track of the woman...and the two hooded figures following her. "I'll save that lady...and catch those crooks in the act" resolved Trey as he followed them. However little did the teenager realised that he was being watched...by four members of the DETROIT BONES street gang...which used to be run by his long lost and presumed dead father LUTHER "SKULL FACE" JOHNSON.
Getting out of a car that was parked in a nearby alleyway...the four gangsters...their faces painted like human skulls....made their way towards the park...and began to follow the unsuspecting Trey...who was too focused on the two men following the equally unsuspecting black woman...who he guessed was in her 30's. Sticking to the cover of the trees and bushes which paralleled the pathway that the woman and her two trackers were going along...Trey noticed that both men were armed...and he saw them both slipping gloves on to their hands. "This is going down...and it's going down now...I gotta call Michelle!" resolved Trey...as he took out his cell phone...and started to dial the number of the beauteous policewoman he was dating. However the teenager did not know that he himself was a target and his pursuers were closing in. Just as he was about to make his phone call...the teenager caught a glimpse of an object out of the corner of his right eye...too late.
"Uhhhh!!!" groaned Trey...as he took a blow right in the middle of his forehead...from the blackjack of one of the four Detroit Bones gangsters who had been following him. As he fell to the ground...the other three gangsters pounced on the teenage boy. One with a heavy iron chain...one with a lead pipe...and one with a baseball bat...joining the first gangster in surrounding Trey. "Where you going boy?!" snarled the gangster with the lead pipe as he whacked the teenager on the right side of his head as he tried to burst through the circle of skull faced hoodlums that surrounded him.
"Uhhhh!!" groaned Trey...falling back on the ground...his head reeling with dizziness. "You ain't going nowhere!!" snarled the gangster with the chain as he whipped it across Trey's back. "Aarrrgh!!!" groaned Trey. "Uuuuufff!!!" he wheezed as he felt the baseball bat swing hard into his rib cage...knocking him flat on his back. "You the snitch!...There's a million bucks out for whoever brings you in punk!" snarled the gangster with the blackjack...as he whacked Trey on the left side of his head as he tried to get up. "Uhhh!!" groaned the teenager and he collapsed to the ground again...beginning to flow from the wounds to his head.
"We're gonna get that cash!" snarled the gangster with the chain as he and the other three gangsters resumed their beating of Trey. hile this was going on...a few feet away... the two Detroit Bones gangsters who were trailing the black woman that Trey was following...pounced on her...as she heard the sounds of commotion in the nearby vegetation. One grabbing her ankles...while the other clamped a thick white rag over her nose and mouth...to muffle her screams.
7.45 pm
"Ohhh!" gasped Detective Michelle Walker...feeling a pair of sharp twinges underneath her thin tight black tank top as she rode her Harley Chopper through the streets of the Corktown district of the city...on her way to the home of her teenage boyfriend Trey Johnson. "Mistress?...What is wrong?" asked Stinger...the alien artificial intelligence...via the silver Scorpion Ring that she wore on her right middle finger. "I just felt some sharp tingles in my Scorpion Nipples...It's Trey!...He's in trouble!" replied the beauteous policewoman. "Then Scorpion Woman is needed..." said Stinger. "No!...I'm not going to transform " replied Michelle. "But Mistress..." began the AI. "No Stinger...This is something that Michelle Walker...not Scorpion Woman's got to handle" resolved Michelle as she accelerated her motorcycle and raced to aid her teenage boyfriend.
Back at the park...Trey was being battered around from side to side...by the four Detroit Bones gangsters who encircled him...while two more of them were trying to subdue an unsuspecting female victim...who was targeted to be sold as part of the sex slavery ring being operated by the international criminal kingpin called the Black Syrian...and his local criminal allies. "Uhhh!!...Uhhh!!...Uhhh!!" groaned the teenager...raising his arms to try and protect himself...but the blows from the surrounding four gangsters kept getting through...striking him in the head...chest and gut. A short distance away...two other Detroit Bones gangsters were busy holding down a struggling black woman...and pressing a chloroform-soaked cotton rag over her face...to subdue her.
So preoccupied with their respective victims ...that the skull face painted gangsters did not hear the sound of a motorcycle approaching. Bearing down on the quartet who were battering Trey...Michelle tensed her curvaceous and muscular creamy body for action. "Mistress...I wish you would reconsider..." said Stinger...making a final suggestion to Michelle that she transform into Scorpion Woman. "No Stinger...Take control of the bike...Trey needs help...and he needs it...now!" cried the beauteous policewoman as she leapt off her Harley Chopper...flying like a missile towards the four gangsters surrounding her man. Twisting her body in mid air...she directed her feet at the back of the gangster closest to her.
"Get away from him!!" cried Michelle as her feet made contact with the middle of that gangster's back. As the gangster doubled over in pain...Trey looked up in time to see the sexy police detective...flying through the air coming to his rescue. Out of the corner of his left eye...he saw the gangster with the baseball bat coming towards Michelle whose back was to him. "Michelle!!...Look out!!" yelled Trey as he leapt into the path of the oncoming gangster as he swung his bat. "Uhhhh!!!" groaned Trey as he took a blow on the left side of his head with the bat. Turning around...Michelle saw the gangster strike her teenage boyfriend and watched him falling to the ground. "Trey!!!" cried the beauteous policewoman.
Suddenly overwhelmed with rage...Michelle drove her right fist directly at the gangster...smashing his bat to pieces...and then rammed that same fist directly into the middle of his face. Spinning around...she drove her left knee twice into the gut of another gangster...then grabbed him by the collar of his black leather jacket...and flung him through the air. He crashed against a tree and collapsed unconscious to the ground. The fourth gangster...wielding the lead pipe came at the sexy police detective...as she caught her breath. Feeling her large pink Scorpion Nipples tingle sharply under her tank top...Michelle was ready for him.
Twisting her curvaceous and muscular creamy body...the beauteous policewoman evaded his wild swing. Before he could react...Michelle dropped to her right knee...and drove her right fist...solidly...decisively into his groin. The gangster wheezed...and collapsed to the ground writhing in pain. "Trey!!" cried the sexy police detective as she ran to her teenage boyfriend who lay motionless on the ground nearby. Worried about Trey...Michelle was unaware of the two Detroit Bones gangsters who a few feet away...had held down and chloroformed a black woman into unconsciousness.
"C'mon...Let's split before we get some o that" said one gangster as he slung the unconscious woman over his left shoulder. "Yeah...Not before I do this" said the second gangster as he took out his cell phone...taking a picture of Michelle as she lifted Trey to his feet and carried him back to where she had left her Harley Chopper.P lacing him in front of her on her Harley...the beauteous policewoman started her motorcycle and rode off...as the two gangsters made good their escape...with another addition to the secret sex slave ring that was operating in Detroit. Weaving her way through the traffic on the streets of Detroit...steering the bike with her right hand...while holding Trey steady with her left hand...Michelle made her way home. "Please be all right Trey...Please" whispered the sexy police detective into his right
Midtown district
Detroit
8 pm.
Opening the door of her apartment...and using her left foot to close it behind her as she entered...Michelle carried Trey over to the sofa in her living room....and let her black leather jacket fall to the floor. Her huge firm creamy Scorpion Breasts heaving rapidly up and down in the confines of her thin tight black tank top...the beauteous policewoman...held the back of Trey's head with her left hand and gently lowered him on to the sofa on his back."Trey...Trey...Can you hear me?" asked Michelle...with worry in her voice...and her blue eyes beginning to water as she looked at her teenage boyfriend. Noticing his breathing was strained...the beauteous policewoman wasted no time in taking off the teenager's jacket and shirt. "Oh my God..." gasped Michelle as she noticed the bloody wounds on his chest and gut.
Running quickly to the nearby bathroom of her apartment... the sexy police detective returned with a first aid kit. Sitting on the edge of the sofa...Michelle set the kit on the floor...then moved her hands over Trey's bruised and chest and gut...pressing the wounds lightly with her fingertips. "Uhhhh...Uhhhh" groaned Trey in discomfort. "What have those animals done to you?...Please be all right honey..." said Michelle...thinking the worst...tears welling in her blue eyes and fear in her voice. She quickly set about to clean Trey's head and body wounds with antiseptic...and then bandage the bloody cuts on his chest and gut. After working feverishly for about half an hour...Michelle breathed a sigh of relief...as she watching him sleeping before her. "Don't scare me like that Trey...I don't know what I'd do if I lost you..." whispered the beauteous policewoman...caressing the left side of his face with the fingers of her right hand.
Slipping his shoes and sock off his feet... Michelle then removed Trey's pants...and adjusted his legs on the sofa...leaving him lying atop the sofa...clad only on his boxer shorts. Leaning towards him...Michelle gently kissed her teenage boyfriend on his lips. "I love you..." whispered the beauteous policewoman...before she got up from the couch and walked across the living room to her nearby bathroom."Ohhh...I feel so tired...so tense...a shower will do me a world of good..." sighed Michelle as she kicked off her boots...wiggling the sexy toes of her erotic bare creamy feet. She sighed with relief as she slipped her tank top up over her head...letting it fall to the bathroom floor...allowing her huge firm creamy Scorpion Breasts to sway freely...her large pink Scorpion Nipples and Scorpion Areolas to breathe.
Zipping down the front of her tight blue jeans...Michelle slowly slid her long muscular creamy legs out of it...and left it on the floor as well. The final item of clothing to be discarded were her white satin panties.... and the beauteous policewoman stepped totally nude into her shower. "Ahhhhhhhhh" sighed Michelle with pleasure as she felt the warm water from the shower wash over her curvaceous and muscular creamy body from head to toe...and the tension slowly began to dissipate as clouds of steam swirled around her...fogging up the glass of the shower cubicle. Meanwhile back in the living room...Trey was beginning to stir. "Uhhhhhhhh" groaned Trey as he raised his left hand up to the left side of his head. "What happened?...Where am I?" groaned the teenage boy as he slowly opened his eyes.
The last thing Trey remembered was following two hoodlums who were tracking a woman through a park...when he was suddenly attacked and beaten by four Detroit Bones gangsters...until Michelle arrived to save him...and then nothing after that. As his senses returned...the teenage boy was surprised to find himself in an apartment...and even more surprised to find that he had been stripped down to his boxers. "How did I get here?" wondered Trey as he slowly sat up on the sofa...wincing from the lingering pains to his head...chest and gut. For reasons he could not explain...the teenage boy found himself thinking about Michelle fought off the gangsters trying to kill him...much like how Scorpion Woman did the same thing...not long after they met. "Man...Those dudes must have hit me harder than I thought...Can't stop thinking about Amazon...and Michelle too...What could it mean?" wondered Trey as he got to his feet.
As he made his way through the darkened living room...he spotted a light coming from underneath a closed door...along with wisps of steam coming from the space under the door. Slowly... Trey made his way towards it. Suddenly...the door opened...causing a cloud of steam to escape... from the bathroom. The teenager was frozen like a deer in the headlights of a car...as in the middle of the steam cloud...a vision appeared right before his eyes. Michelle Walker stepped out of the bathroom...having finished her shower. Her creamy muscular arms raised to her head...her fingers brushing through the wet strands of her shoulder length shiny black hair...a provocative sigh of relief..."Ahhhhhh"... escaping from between her parted glossy red lips. Trey was mesmerised by the sight and rhythmic sway of the beauteous policewoman's...huge firm creamy breasts...exposed to him in all their naked splendour.
They were capped at their summits by large pink nipples...that were each surrounded by wide thick pink areolas...which had an aroma that smelt like fresh strawberries...her toned abdomen... her long muscular creamy legs...and her erotic creamy bare feet...her sole item of clothing...a white bath towel...that was wrapped around her small curvy waist...ending just above her knees. Her entire curvaceous and muscular creamy body appeared to have an aura around her as she exited the bathroom. Trey stood there...mesmerised...feeling a growing warmth below his waist as he watched the sexy police detective...standing virtually naked in front of him....and images of Scorpion Woman flashed intermittently through his mind. As he stood there...Michelle felt her large pink Scorpion Nipples tingle ever so slightly...and she turned to see her teenage boyfriend watching her virtually naked body.
"Oh!" gasped Michelle...as she stood in front of her teenage boyfriend. "I'm sorry Michelle...I didn't mean to scare you" apologised Trey....as they stood...watching each other. "I wasn't scared...I was just...Uh...surprised...Are you...Uh...all right?" asked the beauteous policewoman as she took a couple steps towards the teenager...her naked huge firm creamy Scorpion Breasts heaving slowly up and down...as she noticed Trey's cock was stiffening in the middle of his boxer shorts. "Ooooooh
...My Scorpion Nipples...just looking at Trey's dick...makes them so hard...Oooooh...He's still got you lady..." thought Michelle. "Yeah...You...saved my life...You're...You're...beautiful...." gasped Trey...as he slowly extended his right hand...his fingers tenderly...lightly...caressing Michelle's naked huge firm creamy Scorpion Breasts.
"Ohhhhh...so good...Uuuuuuuh...missed this...Uuuuuuuuh" sighed the sexy police detective in pleasure...her erotic bare creamy feet resting flat on the floor...her slender muscular arms hanging on either side of her curvy upper body...her blue eyes fluttering...as she allowed her teenage lover to gently caress her naked chest....and revelled in the feel of his fingers making her large pink Scorpion Nipples slowly harden. Her words baffled Trey. "What?...Uhhh...What're you....Uhhh...Talking...about..." groaned the teenager...feeling his dick hardening under his boxers as his hands caressed Michelle's naked huge firm creamy bust.
Despite his growing arousal...Trey knew this was the first time he was being this intimate with Michelle...since he met her. The only other woman he had ever seen partially naked before...was Scorpion Woman. He kept seeing images of Michelle Walker and Scorpion Woman flashing through his mind...as he gently caressed Michelle's naked huge firm creamy bust...teasing her large pink nipples into hardness...but his growing arousal...made it difficult for him to figure out what it all meant. "Uuuuuuuuh...want you...need you...Uuuuuh...Uuuuuuuh" sighed Michelle with growing pleasure...feeling growing warmth in her chest and growing wetness between her large firm creamy thighs under the bath towel wrapped around her small curvy waist.
As she felt her large pink Scorpion Nipples respond to Trey's expert touch...Michelle felt the old feelings which she had for him rising to the fore. "Uuuuuuuuh...Trey...Uuuuuuuuuuh...don't tease me...Uuuuuuuuuh...so hot...Uuuuuuuuuuh...so horny...need
you...Uuuuuuuuuuh...want you...Uuuuuuuuuuh...Uuuuuuuuuuh" moaned the beauteous policewoman...throwing her head back..thrusting her naked huge firm creamy bust towards the teenager...allowing him greater access to her fabulous mounds. Trey felt his heart racing...his pulse quickening...and his dick hardening...as he slowly made Michelle's large pink nipples erect...hard...and bullet shaped...through his skilled fingering.
"Uhhh...What..Uhhh...What do you...Uhhh...mean?" gasped Trey. Unable to restrain herself any longer...Michelle took the initiative.
"Ohhh...Shut up..." gasped the sexy police detective as she let the bath towel drop from around her small curvy waist and she pulled the startled teenager against her naked curvaceous and muscular creamy body...with uncanny strength. "Mmmmm...Mmmmmm...Mmmmmm" groaned Michelle...fiercely kissing Trey on his lips while embracing him with her full Scorpion Strength...enjoying the feel of his hardening member...rubbing against her inner thighs...as she led him into her nearby bedroom. "Uhhh" groaned Trey as Michelle shoved him on to her bed...and he landed flat on his back atop the mattress.
Before he could make sense of what was happening...the sexy police detective...was on top of him...pinning him to the mattress. Trey was surprised...as he watched Michelle straddle him...and yank his boxers down to his knees...exposing his hardening ebony dick. "Looks like...you've got...a concealed weapon...you're a very...very...bad...boy..." said Michelle in a husky voice...as she caressed Trey's penis with her left hand. "Uhhh...Michelle...Uhhhh...Uhhhhh" groaned Trey. "Shhhh...Trust me..." replied the beauteous policewoman as she adjusted her body...inserting Trey's member inside of her throbbing Scorpion Cunt...while placing Trey's hands on her naked huge firm creamy Scorpion Breasts..and began to gyrate...faster...faster and faster.
"Uuuuuuuh...Uhhhh...Uuuuuuuuuh...Uhhhhhh...Uuuuuuuuuh...Uhhhhhhhh...Uuuuuuuuuuh...Uhhhhhhh" moaned Michelle and Trey as they orgasmed repeatedly inside of each other. The feel of Trey's warm hands on her naked huge firm creamy Scorpion Breasts...the way his thumbs kept teasing her large pink Scorpion Nipples into hardness...moulding them into the shape of bullets as they brushed them...was mind blowing for Michelle. "Michelle...Uhhhh...I...can't...I can't...Uhhhh..."groaned Trey...who was beginning to feel dizzy from the pace of their intense love-making. "Uuuuuuh...Stay with me Trey...Uuuuuuuh...just...Uuuuuuuuh
...a little...Uuuuuuuh...longer..." pleaded Michelle...rotating her curvy hips...as she straddled her teenage boyfriend
...feeling the movement of Trey's member inside of her...as she felt the pressure building inside of her.
Trey struggled to do what the sexy police detective wanted him to do...but as he felt his dick hardening at an alarming rate...felt himself having multiple orgasms in rapid fire succession...he felt his head reeling with dizziness...and his strength being drained...while Michelle somehow had strength to burn...almost as if...she were somehow superhuman. As they had sex...Trey kept seeing Michelle's face...being replaced intermittently with that of Scorpion Woman...his sexy Amazon. "Michelle...Uhhhh..Stop...I can't...Uhhh...keep...Uhhh...going..." gasped the teenager. "Uuuuuuh...Stay with me lover...Uuuuuuuuh...just a little...Uuuuuuuuuh
...longer...Uuuuuuh...can you feel it....Uuuuuuh" groaned Michelle. "Uhhh...Yeah...Uhhh..Oh yeah...Uhhh...Uhhhh" replied Trey.
"Uuuuuuh...Yes...Uuuuuuuh...almost...Uuuuuuh...there...Uuuuuuh...ready...Uuuuuuh...Uuuuuuuh" groaned Michelle as she felt the pressure inside of her Scorpion Cunt building to intolerable levels...climax was imminent. "Uhhh...Yeah...I feel it...Uhhh...This is it" groaned Trey as he felt his dick go totally rigid inside of her beauteous policewoman's sex. "Uuuuuuuh...Yes...Uuuuuuuuh...Oh yes...I'm going to...going to...We're going to...going to..." panted Michelle...unable to hold back any longer. "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh......Uhhhhhhh...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuh...Uhhhhhhhhhhhh...Uuh...Uhh...Uuuh...Uhhh...Uuuuhuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh"
cried Michelle and Trey in unison...as an orgasm of tsunami like proportions swept over both of them...obliterating their senses into a brilliant haze of rainbow colours... they were consumed in a wave of blackness which followed...and the rest was silence.
Midnight
Basking in the afterglow of having sex for the first time...Trey smiled as he watched Michelle lying next to him in bed. The beauteous policewoman lay flat on her back...the covers reaching just under her naked huge firm creamy breasts...which rose and fell slowly before Trey...with each deep and relaxed breath that she took. Her left arm was draped around her toned abdomen...that was concealed by the covers...while her right arm was extended past her head...which rested comfortably on her shoulder length mane of glossy black hair. Trey couldn't help but reach out and trace the outline of each of her large hard and erect pink nipples. "Mmmmmmmm" sighed Michelle with pleasure...remaining in a deep and peaceful slumber...which she had not had for many nights. "Shhhhh...It's okay Amazon...You're secret is safe with me..." whispered Trey...as he lightly kissed the sexy sleeping police detective lightly on her glossy lips...before settling down to sleep with her.
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