The Adult Story Hub

This work is copyrighted to the author © 2001. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration.
By Jeff Justice (newhomefl@aol.com)

The following is an excerpt from "Undercover with Christina" a full-length story I have been writing for a couple of years. It has stalled for lack of time to finish it, so I decided to post a portion and get some response.
Christina is an Undercover Police office, on her first assignment. Mr. G is a Mafia King pin that she was assigned to infiltrate the Mafia through. Reggie is the Body Guard for Mr. G, and unknown to Christina and Mr. G, and FBI agent also infiltrating the same Mafia operation. Any comments can be e-mailed to Newhomefl@aol.com

There were only a small number of guests in the room for this dinner, Mr. G, herself, Reggie at a table off to one side so he could watch all parts of the room, and keep an eye on Mr. G as well, and three other Mafia big shots Christina had n ever seen before, as they were presented the menus for their ordering.
Two bottles of fine wine were brought to the table and everyone ordered, as Christina again thought how elegant this lifestyle was while she ordered things she would never even dream of ordering in her real life. Mr. G introduced her to the three big shots, and she learned they were from out of town and could tell right away that Mr. G was trying extra hard to impress these men, and put her on display just a little more than usual.
He had started by putting his arm around her shoulders and squeezing her close for a kiss and pat on her bare shoulder. She had not been asked or had time to consider getting dressed in evening clothes, but still wore the rather revealing type outfit she was ordered to wear for her daily routine. Each of the men comments to Mr. G how lovely his girlfriend was and he beamed his approval as he continued to fondle Christina throughout the salad course.
By the time they were halfway finished with the main course, Christina's worst fears of the undercover assignment were beginning to happen. Mr. G had moved his hand down to rest on her bare knee and was now rubbing inside her thigh just at the knee. She made no show of her discomfort and virtually everyone thought that she was just the she toy of the big Mafia boss as he openly fondled her in front of the three male guests. She knew that two of the men had a clear view of what was happening as well as Reggie from his seat across the room.
As the after dinner coffee was served, Christina knew she would have to make a decision soon as she could feel Mr. G's fingers move in circles up the inside of her thigh. Soon she would be exposed completely to her crotch and either let the evening run its course or make some attempt to stop Mr. G without blowing her cover and acting like the lady she really was rather than the Prostitute Mr. G believed her to be.
That moment came very quickly as she raised her coffee cup to her now quivering lips, Mr. G's hand moved quickly up the inside of Christina's thigh and he brushed against her thin panties with his pinkie finger.
"Ooh, sweetie, she whispered as she watched the two men closest turn their eyes down to see here exposed leg and thigh, can't you wait until we get home." Closing her thigh together trapping Mr. G's hand and making a mock protest for the two guests.
The Mafia boss just laughed as he continued to move his pinkie finger across the delicate fabric of Christina's lacy panties. She knew instantly that Mr. G was making a point and showing off his trophy to these three thugs for out of town, an d she thought briefly of Michael's words about what to do if this happened. She squealed slightly and smiled as she decided to play this alone and hope it would end quickly.
The fondling continued as Mr. G spoke business with the three men at the table and she began to feel the familiar tingle as her body responded to the stimulation her mind tried to block. A quick glance in Reggie's direction seeking some moral support found Reggie's eyes had focused on the sight under the table. He had a clear view of where Mr. G 's hand was resting and maybe even he could see the fingers probing he sex as Mr. G worked her up the scale of arousal throughout the entire cup of coffee.
Christina could smell her arousal drift up from her now moist panties and knew that, at least the two closest men knew exactly what was happening, and by the way they were fidgeting around in their seat, she was positive of it. That's when Reggie seemed to jump to the rescue. Finishing his coffee at his table, Reggie stood up and reminded Mr. G that his evening appointment (the fight) time was rapidly approaching.
Mr. G acknowledged Reggie's comment, yet seemed to be having more fun inflicting the discomfort on Christina than he might watching some fight on the tube. Christina knew his reputation for humiliation of his people and just about everyone else, but until now had not been subjected to it directly. Then she felt Mr. G's finger slip under the hem of her lace panties and find her swollen clit. She gasped quietly and shuddered as he massaged the sensitive little bud and felt herself contract into spasm as a small orgasm rocked her.
Then with as little notice that had given before he touched her, Mr. G removed his hand from between her legs and announced that was time to go. He said goodbye to the visiting men, setting an appointment for the office the next day and they were headed out to the limo.
Christina was very uncomfortable on the ride back to the compound, and too embarrassed to even look at Reggie. She knew she needed to find a way to thank him for rescuing her from her ordeal in the restaurant, but for now she was just happy to be out of there.
As they arrived home, Mr. G instructed Christina to bring some snacks and beer to the gym room as he planned to watch fight in there. She acknowledged his instructions and made her way to the kitchen exiting the limo. By the time she had gotten to the gym, Mr. G was alone on the big sofa and had set the television up for his fight. Reggie was not in the room, which was a little unusual. Before Christina could inquire about his whereabouts, Reggie joined them. He had already changed into his workout clothes and she could tell he planned a rigorous workout while Mr. G watched his fight. Christina though for a moment about joining in, but she had eaten a large dinner and did not feel like one of Reggie's big workout sessions.
Reggie began his workout about the time Mr. G's fight began. Christina tried to excuse herself and get out of the room, but Mr. G insisted she stay. In fact he motioned for her to join him on the sofa as he watched the fight. This was more uncomfortable for Christina, not only because she feared Mr. G might continue his fondling, but because she was a little sticky and moist from the assault on her womanhood back in the restaurant. She wanted to get into the shower and wash away any evident of the humiliating experience she had been required to endure.
Having little interest in the fight she watched Reggie work himself into a sweat and tone his already perfect body even finer by exerting his muscles beyond were they had been yesterday. She admired how the moistness of his perspiration caused his physique to literally shine in the glow of unusually dimmed the lights in the exercise gym, and the reflection of the Television.
Christina drifted off into her own world as her mind pondered the situation she was now in. She had never planned to be so compromised, even though she and Michael had discussed the entire spectrum of where such an undercover operation could lead. They had even spoken of the possibility of being killed on the job, both being law enforcement officers it was an ever present part of life. But, now, even after they had spoken about how far into her personal privacy this assignment might drag her, she could hardly believe what had happened, and she could only speculate how far the nasty Mr. G would push her. She had hoped that his inability to participate in the sex act, would have kept her totally innocent during the planned six months this undercover assignment was planned to take.
She had now been fondled, and in public no less, and was now sure she would continue to be compromised and not just by Mr. G, but she was never out of sight Mr. G's ever present body guard. That meant that this dark stranger would witness anything Mr. G forced upon her. She liked Reggie, and they had become not only friendly, but close. This did not mean, however that she wanted to have him watch Mr. G fondle her private parts, or even worse, see her naked and exposed.
Suddenly her thoughts were shattered as she heard Mr. G snap at her, she blinked and responded as if he seemed to be repeating a command for her to get him another beer. With a forced smile, Christina rose from the couch next to this monster and started across the room to fetch another beer from the bar. She looked quickly at the television to see the fight was still lumbering along only in the third round, and another turn of her head showed Reggie still deep in his exercise routine.
Shaking her pleated skirt down, Christina moved quickly to the bar, and returned with a cold beer for her Mafia Boss. Handing him the beer, she turned and looked at the fight on the big screen as she began to lower herself back to the couch. Suddenly she stopped her decent as she felt the cold rough hand of her nasty boss, move up under her skirt and caress the inside of her left thigh. Reversing her direction of motion, Christina straightened back up startled at the aggressive move of Mr. G, and also trying to raise the junction of her legs upward and further from the roaming hand.
The move was to no avail as she felt his hand move directly upward to her panty clad womanhood, and then over the round rise of her ass. Standing bolt still Christina's thoughts moved back to the questions she was pondering only a moment ago as she glanced over to confirm that Reggie was in fact a witness to her situation. She thought of her options and again questioned if a refusal would cause her cover as a prostitute to become suspect, or even useless. If so, she may never see the sun rise again, and she again resolved to complete her undercover assignment, and see to it this monster would spend the rest of his day behind bars.
Gritting her teeth, Christina stood there and responded as she though a real prostitute might in this situation, letting the hand roam freely over her panty cover ass. She wished the fight would somehow become interesting , or at least become a distraction for Mr. G. Why, she thought, should this one fight be such a bore when she so desperately needed it to be otherwise. She stood there unable to even consider where this new attack might take her letting the hand roam freely. She felt his wandering hand move lower and then his fingers slip gently between her legs as Mr. G began to fondle her sex again, just like he had done in the restaurant earlier. His fingers worked between her legs with his thumb moving up around her ass, his index finger parting the tender lips of her sex, and the remaining digits caressing the flesh of her upper thigh.
Christina stood silent as her body, despite her revulsion, began to respond to the gentle massage and produce the lubricating fluids in preparation for the penetration it expected. Her mind knew Mr. G was not capable of taking such an event to conclusion, but her body did not, and responded as flesh lusting for the entire process it felt was soon approaching. Her panties soaked through quickly and she began to sway gently as the soothing sensation of pleasure swept over her now trembling flesh. She closed her eyes, as much to block out what was happening as to enjoy the sensation that her body would not ignore. Perhaps, she thought, if she closed her eyes and did not look in Reggie's direction, he would not see what was happening to her.
Slowly as her body responded with more and more lubricating juices, she felt Mr. G move his index finger under the elastic of her panties and begin to massage her now soaked pussy with more intensity. He knew he was working her up into some sort of sexual frenzy and he knew if he kept it up, she would soon orgasm standing right there. Minute by minute she felt her body respond and move with his manipulations. She trembled as he worked her up the scale toward explosion, then suddenly stopped as she felt hi second hand move under the pleated skirt, and her panties were soon down around her knees.
Christina stepped out of the discarded garment, took a deep breath as she felt the hand rise to her sex again, and glanced over to the workout station to confirm that Reggie was, in fact, aware of the action over at the couch. Without hesitation, the massaging fingers moved back to her now naked pussy lips, parted them with the first gentle movements, and then Mr. G slipped his index finger upward inside of Christina causing her to gasp in shock at the invasion. She was so wet that his finger slid easily into her warm womanhood and Christina shuddered slightly as she was unable to stop her reaction to the pleasure racing throughout her responding body. A second digit moved to gently massage her swollen clit sending Christina into a small but undeniable orgasm.
She shook silently fighting to stop her body from it's betrayal of her mind, and she felt the left hand of her assailant reach out and unzip her skirt, then without a pause it gripped the button and snapped open the tight skirt sending it falling downward over the hand embedded between her trembling legs. As quickly as the skirt fell, Mr. G moved hi hand away from her overheated sex, and the loose garment fell completely to the floor leaving Christina naked from the waist down, standing there in only her white blouse and bra.
The hand moved quickly back to the place it had left to allow the skirt to fall, and the massage continued. The slippery finger parted her cunt lips and slid upward, deep into her cunt sending another shiver through Christina's body. While fighting off the wave of orgasmic pleasure that was cresting within her, Christina looked over toward Reggie and saw that he now had stopped his exercise routine and was full engrossed in watching the action Mr. G's manipulations were having on the beautiful blond Cop's body.
Try as she might, Christina was unable to stop the next wave of orgasm sweep through her as Reggie watched her shudder as the fingers of Mr. G worked on her dripping cunt in plain sight of the body guard. Christina even moaned out as her body continued to respond to the skillful touch of the evil Mafia boss. As she looked helplessly to Reggie for some relief, she also noticed his muscular athletic body seemed to now be caught in the spectacle of her plight as his eyes roamed ever inch of her half naked body.
Christina noticed that for the first time in her memory, Reggie seemed aroused by what he saw, in fact from the distance across the room, Christina was sure she could see a growing bulge in Reggie's shorts as he sat mesmerized on the bench of the apparatus. However she was not able to pay much attention to it as her body rapidly approached a larger orgasmic explosion than before. She knew this time she would be unable to refrain from crying out as her breath became rapid and labored, her knees seemed to become like rubber and her cunt burned as the flash of her pleasure began the race to full orgasm. With a last gasp for breath, Christina cried out into the room, bent her knees and arched her back as the wave of full orgasm struck her quivering body.
Disgusted at her inability to prevent both her participation and response to the entire evening, Christina sobbed gently as she returned to awareness as the waves of her orgasm subsided. She could still feel the long fingers working on her sex, and opening her eyes, still seeing Reggie staring at her. Mr. G must have thought she was in need of more from her reaction, but how could he know what she was going through, and if he did, his reaction would be kill her where she stood. He had no idea of her undercover status and if she continued to behave in the roll of a prostitute, he never would know.
The next few minutes would convince Christina that Mr. G had, in fact, been completely fooled by her undercover roll. The silence broke as Mr. G called out to Reggie, "Reggie, get over here," he commanded.
Christina was in shock as she stood completely exposed, and now would have to endure further humiliation as Mr. G seemed to want a closer observance of his toying with her. She trembled as Reggie moved from the exercise apparatus to join them at the couch. His movement was steady but somewhat hesitant as he approached. Christina, frozen in her stance watched and noticed that the reason he seemed to hesitate might be the fact he was supporting a huge erection. One leg of his gym shorts was bulged out and she could even see the head of his penis protrude from the bottom of the leg hole as it pressed the fabric out from his muscular thigh.
Christina pondered the sight and decided that, like her, Reggie's body was unable to prevent the response, and she felt sorry for him having to endure the condition, and suffer as she was. Nothing in her briefing had prepared her for what Mr. G said next. The words hit Christina like a sludge hammer as he spoke, his finger still deep inside her dripping sex.
"This bitch is heat," he announced, "why don't you take her over to that stuffed chair and finish her off for me."
"WHAT!" Christina gasped out loud! "I'm find boss," she continued as she realized how it sounded for her outburst.
"Looks like the white bitch don't like no black cock," Reggie said as he glared at her for her tone and words. He had little way of knowing that she was an undercover cop, not the prostitute they had been led to believe. Nor did know she was married, nor how close to the truth Mr. G had been when he announced that she was in heat.
Not only was Christina's body responding and lusting for a male member, but it was the middle of her cycle. The second cycle since she had stopped taking the pill. She had figured she wouldn't need it during the undercover operation, and she and Michael had decided that immediately upon completion of this assignment that they would start their family. Therefore, Christina knew she was in fact "in heat" by the purest sense of the word.
"Nonsense, Mr. G retorted, she is just trying to show some loyalty to me, he continued. She is dripping all over my hand and she is in need, he announced. Now take her over there and finish her off." He dropped his hand from her overheated sex and gave Christina a shove in the direction of the big stuffed arm chair next to the couch.
Christina moved in the direction of the chair desperately trying to figure a way out of this mess. Realizing she had just offended her only friend, and begun the process for them to begin to question her undercover roll, she stumbled for the words to undo the damage she could see on Reggie's face. "I...I just mean I was OK, Reggie, not that I did not like you or had any racial discrimination in mind."
"Right bitch, Reggie retorted. You seem happy enough when Mr. Big here had his white fingers deep in your cunt, but don't seem to want anything to do with my black ass."
"No, Reggie that is not true," she replied, knowing she was getting deeper and deeper in trouble with each word. Mr. G seemed to be enjoying this as she reached the chair and sat slowly into the soft cushions.
"Oh, Reggie snapped, so now you want my long black cock?"
"No....I mean...Yes, Well I mean it was not the reason you think"
"Right bitch," he snapped again.
Christina knew she was now committed or condemned as it may be as her words continued to back her into an inescapable corner. She had not even considered the possibility of actually betraying herself or Michael by actually having intercourse during this undercover operation. That is why she had discontinued the pill, she had felt safe about this much at least.
Reggie had followed her to the chair and stood in front of her as she sat dumbfounded waiting for whatever might come next.
"Show her what she almost missed, Reggie, " Mr. G whispered from his seat on the couch.
With that, Reggie tucked his thumbs under the waistband of his gym shorts and quickly dropped them to the floor springing free his 3/4 erect member in front of Christina.
"Oh my" she gasp, as the largest cock she had ever seen jumped up, almost slapping Reggie's flat stomach and sending a droplet of crystal clear precum fly through the air, that is some cock."
"Yes, Ma'am, Reggie smiled, and I am give every last inch of you right now, bitch."
Christina's mind raced as she tried desperately to think of all the ways she could keep from having to let him plunge that huge black cock into her. She had not only concerns about betraying her husband, getting pregnant but also if she take such a huge cock. Michael was big, as best she could figure from her limited experience, but Reggie's was larger. Both in length as well as girth. She was staring at it as she continued to think of how to avoid the inevitable, when Mr. G asked Reggie. When was the last time you got any fine white pussy, Reg?"
"I ain't never had no white pussy, Reggie replied, but that is about to change tonight, he smiled in Christina's direction. In fact, he continued, I ain't had no pussy since I started this job."
"My God, Reggie, have been working so hard for the last seven months?"
"Yes sir, Mr. G, I have been with you every minute since I started so you should know how much ass I been gett'n but all that is gonna change tonight, thanks to you."
The only thought Christina could come up with, she blurted out without thinking. "First put a condom on that thing."
"A condom, Reggie shouted, no fucking way bitch, I ride bareback all the time."
"Not on this pony, you don't Christina snapped back at him."
"Besides, he snapped, I ain't got no condom."
"Then you ain't coming near me with that thing," Christina said.
"First you don't want no black cock, and now you get all hung up bout not wanting to get no black cum in your lily white cunt, bitch, you starting to get me mad," Reggie angrily snapped at her.
"Listen Reggie, Christina softly tried to reason with him. Since I came to work here, I've stopped taking any precautions, and I don't need to get knocked up, white cum or black. I am right in the middle of my month, and this is my most fertile day in the cycle, now why else would be so cautious?"
From the look on Reggie's face, Christina instantly realized she had erred. She had struck some chord and she saw Reggie's eyes light up when he heard her words.
With a broad smile on his face, Reggie turned to Mr. G and said, "Boss, this is the best job performance bonus a dude could get. I you give me my first white pussy and I get to plant my black seed deep inside her fertile belly all at one time. Thank you Boss!"
Before Christina could reply and dodge this new bullet, she heard Mr. G replay from his place on the couch.
"Your Welcome Reggie, you deserve it, you have been doing a fine job.
Christina's life flashed before her eyes. She could allow her life to changed, destroyed, altered forever, or have it end violently here and now. She had heard of undercover cops having to make moral and ethical decisions all the time. But why so many on her first undercover assignment, and so quickly she thought. Quickly she thought what she could do to prevent either from happening, and in a last ditch effort to survive in tact, Christina reached out and took Reggie's huge cock in her hand.
It was warm, seemingly alive and it throbbed as she touched it. Reggie moved closer and she leaned forward. She stared at the huge male member, watching as it grew in her hand even larger than it had been. Another drop of the clear precum oozed out and dropped in slow motion to the carpet. Reggie reached down and took the sides of his sleeveless shirt in each hand and in one motion lifted it over his head, leaving him totally naked before her.
Christina contemplated her next move, some way to keep Reggie from fulfilling his promise. At this close distance it was very clear to her the magnitude of this athletic mans masculinity. His cock was very large, and fit what she had heard of black men and their cocks. It was long, thick and as well shaped and toned as anything her mind might have been able to imagine, if she had ever tried. The head was circumcised, with a pronounced ridge to define it's beginning. The slit was wide and open as she gazed with some degree of awe at this perfect specimen of maleness. If she was looking for the perfect male penis, this would fit her definition.
Then she lowered her gaze to the dark hairless sack that hung below the huge cock. In the warm room the sack was loose, and the testicles hung very low. Not half way down the thigh, but close. The two orbs were shaped like small footballs just as she expected, but the size was equal in the massive cock they hung below. They were as large as golf balls, and if she were to imagine the cargo they carried, she would think they would ejaculate twice the normal amount. These were the most dangerous of all she surveyed. Here, would be the cause for her deepest concern.
Even if she was forced to endure intercourse to preserve her undercover status, she could survive it, maybe even keep Michael in the long run, but if, on this day even one of the fertile sperm cells held inside these huge orbs were to find her now ripe egg, it would over for her forever. Her life would never be salvageable.
She must find a way to avoid letting Reggie empty these testicles inside her wet, warm cunt. She raised her left hand and lifted the two testicles as she contemplated her next move. They were heavy, heavier than she ever imagined a mans testicle might be. He had just announced that he had been without a woman for seven months. Maybe these testicles held a full seven month supply of fertile sperms. She lifted gently and balanced them in her hand in an admiring way. Admiring for Reggie's benefit, or was she truly admiring his magnificent manhood. Either way it accomplished her point as she heard Reggie sigh at her manipulations.
The decision made Christina moved closer, and placed her lips against the warm head of Reggie's throbbing cock. Without ceremony, or pause, Christina opened her lips and lowered her head to take the huge cock inside of her mouth. Thinking all the time how she could explain this to Michael if she avoided the final assault. Now if she work Reggie quickly into orgasm it might save her, and give her way to escape the disaster Reggie had planned for her moments ago. As unpleasant as it might be to have him explode his load into her mouth, it was far better than to let him ejaculate the cargo of those huge testicles into her fertile womb.
She had been reviewing her calendar since this episode began and now confirmed her worst fear. This was her day for sure. She and Michael had studied her schedule and how her body worked as they planned the time to start a family, and now that she thought about it, all the signs she knew were there this very day. The slight warmth all day, the extra discharge, her arousal at the slightest touch of her evil boss, Mr. G the Mafia King. Yes there was no doubt at all, she was ovulating today. This was her estrus, even the smallest amount of sperm in her uterus would be all it might take to impregnate her, and as fate would have it, Mr. G had all but given her to Reggie in this state of assured fertility.