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A small stain got on her long powder blue dress and she was about to go wash it off when the door bell rang. Christy was startled by the sound because they rarely had visitors. Perhaps the UPS man, she thought. At the door were two tall men in dark suits and reflective sunglasses. "Good morning, ma'am," the dark haired one said as he flashed a badge. "My name is Jenkins and my partner is Smith. We're with the FBI, Fraud Division." Christy's heart raced as she peered around the door. She said, "What . . . what can I do for you?" "Ma'am, we've been investigating a couple of scam artists operating an insurance fraud in your area and we'd like to talk to you about it." "Well I . . . that is, I don't know anything about it." "We know, but with your help we think we might be able to stop these dirt bags. May we come in?" Christy wasn't sure what they thought she could possibly do, but of course she let them in. She led them down the two steps into the open living room, over to the large plush sofa. She offered them tea. After they were settled, the two FBI agents explained the problem and their plan. "You see ma'am, these low lives are operating an unfortunately all too typical scam. They pose as door-to-door life insurance salesmen. They work during the weekday, when only a lonely housewife is likely to be home. She's eager for some company so she let's them in. Then they offer her an unbelievable comprehensive coverage package that she just can't say no to. The catch is, they say, their company is only offering this special promotion to people who sign up on the spot. If she hasn't had a physical within the last two weeks, which very few people have, then they can provide her with one right there. One of them poses as a qualified medical examiner. They get her to strip and then they do a full cavity investigation." "My gosh!" exclaimed Christy, "that's horrible!" Christy couldn't stand going to her gynecologist. She was mortified at having to get that kind of exam. It made her very uncomfortable to have anyone look or touch her body, even her husband. At least her doctor was a woman. "What can you do to stop these fiends?" "Well ma'am, we have reason to believe that two such perpetrator's are currently operating this kind of scam in your neighborhood. Since they haven't been to your house yet, they probably will be here within the next couple of days. We'd like to enlist your help in stopping them." "Gee, I don't know. They sound dangerous and I really don't want to get involved in anything. Can't you just stop them?" "We wish it were that easy, ma'am, but all these damn liberal laws have our hands tied up. In order to get the charge to stick in court we need to essentially catch them in the act. What we'd like to do is set up cameras and microphones all over your house. When they come to your door, you let them in, let them run their scam, then we rush in and put those bastards away for good." "Gosh I . . . it just sounds so dangerous. I can't just let criminals in the house." "But Black Cock Story the next song was Practice What You Preach by Barry White. I knew this was her favorite song so I said, "you like this song, why don't you go dance now?" She couldn't argue, so she did. The dance was pretty uneventful; she was a little rigid being afraid that I might get jealous if she danced suggestively or anything. When the song was over she came back to the table and sat down. A slow song was playing and I said, why don't you go dance this song with him? She knew I wasn't going to let up at this point so she said OK. As she got up to leave, I said and loosen up a little bit this time. I don't know if Robert could hear what we were talking about, or if he just decided he had enough playing around, but he took charge when they got on the dance floor. He held Angela close so that she could feel the huge bulge in his pants. As they danced he rubbed her ass and felt her tits. I could tell she was enjoying it, but every time he touched her she looked at me for my reaction. When Angela came back and sat down at the table, I said "That was quite a dance." She replied "YOU told me to loosen up." I laughed and said, "That's OK Honey, its your birthday. You can do whatever you want." She said "Whatever?" I laughed and replied "or whoever." She laughed and we left it at that. A few minutes later I got up and used the men's room. I stopped along the way and asked Peter, who was sitting on the other side of Mandingo Gallery Black Cock Photo grabbed her chin, turned her head towards him and told her to open her mouth. Christy obeyed, just as the FBI men had told her to do. "Wider," said the black man as he flashed a light down her throat. "Now say 'ahh'." Christy felt a little silly sitting on her sofa dressed only in a skimpy teddy, having a strange black man look down her throat while another strange man looked on, but she complied. Terrance then moved the light to her ears and then to her eyes. He paused periodically to take notes. The next part of the exam was a blood pressure check. Terrance wrapped a black band around Christy's upper arm and inflated it. Christy sat patiently, trying to ignore how uncomfortable she felt being nearly naked. Sam had put all the papers away but he still sat very close to her, their knees almost touching. "Now I'll check your heart rate," Terrance announced as he pulled out a stethoscope from his black bag. He put the ear plugs on and then placed one hand on Christy's bare shoulder. His other hand moved the listening end towards Christy's chest. She jumped when the cold metal touched the skin between her breasts, just below the tied ribbon. She held her breath as Terrance slowly slid the metal end up her right breast, pushing aside the loose material of her teddy. He swooped the device across her breast, passing under the nipple, as he pretended to listen to her heart beat. He brought it back, this time crossing on top of her nipple. "Your heart is really beating very quickly," Terrance said as he looked into Christy's glazed over eyes. "Are you excited about something?" "Uh, no . . . I . . . I'm Ok," Christy stammered. Terrance continued sliding the metal bit around, moving down the right breast and then climbing the left one. He held the cold metal on her left nipple for a moment and then took it away. "Ok, now turn around," he ordered. Christy obediently turned to face Sam. She gasped as Terrance put both his hands on her shoulders. He slid them down her arms, taking the straps of her teddy with him. She quickly put her hands to her cleavage, trying to hold the front up to cover her breasts. She looked down and saw that the sides of her breasts were now exposed as well as the top half. Terrance ran the metal circle over her back. He gave a sharp tug on the back off her teddy causing some of the front to slip from her hands, baring more of her breasts. Now the top of her areolas peeked out from under the fabric held in her hands. Sam was directly in front of her, smiling. Ashamed, she quickly turned her head. After a few minutes, Terrance finished. Christy jumped when he put his hands on her shoulders again. He turned her back around so that she now faced him, her hands still clasped tightly over her breasts. "Now it's time for the mammary exam," Terrance announced. "Put your hands down." Christy froze, trying to build up the will to continue. For the good of her community, she took another deep breath and dropped her hands to her side. The still fastened teddy fell down to her lap leaving her completely naked from the waist up. She held her breath as Terrance's black hands approached her breasts. A shiver ran down her spine when his skin touched her. He held both her breasts firmly in his grip and began squeezing. Christy tried not to look but she couldn't help it. A black man had never touched her before. His dark fingers contrasted sharply with her pale white breasts. He grasped her nipples and pulled on them, stretching her breasts way out from her body. Then he pushed in, squashing her breasts together. He pushed her floppy flesh around, mashing one breast on top of the other. "Are you suppose to do it like that?" Christy panted. "Hey, Mr. Davis is a licensed professional," Sam quickly defended. "Oh, Ok. Sorry," Christy meekly replied as Terrance continued to push her breasts together. Christy, feeling very uncomfortable, looked around again for a camera. "Surely they have Carmen Hayes Cumbang

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She laughed as she turned and walked away. I confessed that meeting these guys was not a coincidence and that I had arranged the whole thing on AOL. Angela laughed and said 'You really are a pervert." I laughed and said "I guess so." Angela said "Well, what now." I said let's finish our champagne and then we will go to our room. As we sipped our champagne we began talking about our fantasies. Bill had moved over closer to Angela and had his hand on her leg. Peter was on the other side of her and she had her hand firmly planted on his crotch. I reminded Angela that Black Large Penis Mandingo Spring completely visible underneath the thin fabric. Her pink nipples looked like cherries on top of two heaping scoops of vanilla ice cream. She glanced down and saw that her fuzzy pubic hair was just as clearly revealed under the skimpy thong panties. Hesitating, she turned around to see how much of her rear end was visible. Christy gulped when she saw that the teddy only went down to the middle of her butt, leaving the lower half of her ass completely uncovered. The thong strap that ran off the small waist band disappeared between her cheeks. She couldn't leave the bathroom dressed like this! She certainly couldn't let two strange men into the house when she was practically naked. But the FBI would be watching and they would protect her. Besides, these were bad men who had hurt others and had to be caught. Christy had never done anything important with her life and maybe this was her chance to make up for that. Resolved to do the right thing, Christy left the bathroom and tried to go through with her normal daily routine. "Hey Fred, you got to check this out," said Agent Jenkins inside the blue van down the block from Christy's house. "Shit, look at those tits," enthused Agent Smith, staring at the monitor showing Christy bending towards the camera placed in the shower. "That baby is built! Is this being recorded?" "Of course." "I'll need to get a copy of this one . . . for ah, research purposes. You understand." "You bet I do." The rest of the day passed pretty uneventfully for Christy. She went about her chores and tried to forget that she was virtually nude. At five o'clock she went back into the bathroom and changed into her dress. Todd came home about seven and she served him dinner, as usual. She didn't mention the FBI operation or the cameras watching them. The closest she came to telling him was when he was undressing for bed, but she figured the cameras were probably off by that point anyway. The next day after Todd left she put on her skimpy teddy and started her routine again. It actually felt pretty comfortable wearing such a loose outfit. She was just starting to enjoy the freedom when the door bell rang. A wave of fear passed through her. What if isn't them, she thought. She'd be revealing herself to the wrong person, sacrificing for nothing. Taking a deep breath, she walked to the front door and opened it a crack. Peering around the door she saw two young men, one white, one black, both neatly dressed in light suits and big smiles. She meekly smiled back. "Good morning, ma'am," the white man beamed. "My name is Sam Peters and I'm with Worldwide Insurance Co. We are offering a special once in a lifetime opportunity to a few specially selected lucky customers. Tell me, ma'am, do you and your husband have adequate insurance coverage?" Christy hesitated for a moment and said, "Gee . . . I'm not sure. I think my husband has some kind of plan through his work but I don't really know much about it." "Insurance if vitally important, ma'am. If something, Heaven forbid, should happen to your husband today, where would you be tomorrow?" "I don't know." "We can answer that question for you if you will give us just a few moments to tell you about this new revolutionary plan our company is offering." "Well . . . I guess so," Christy responded, still not sure about whether to let these guys see her half naked. They didn't really look like criminals. One of them was black, though. "I'm . . . not really dressed though. Perhaps I should change." Christy was close to chickening out. "That's Ok," Sam laughed, "we're both professionals. My partner and I have been working door-to-door for several years now. You'd be amazed what some people wear when they answer the door. One guy was dressed head to toe in a black latex outfit. He was even wearing a leather hood!" Both men chuckled and Christy felt a little relieved. They seemed pretty friendly. "Well I'm not wearing anything like that," she Black Cock Redtube Bree Olsen Blacks On Blondes stroking their cocks through their pants as she sucked Robert. When we got to the room Angela quickly stripped out of her clothes. She laid down on the bed and grabbed Robert by the hand. 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He took my entire cock deep into his mouth and tongued all around the shaft then back up to the tip. Robert continued to use Angela's love hole for what seemed like hours. Bill had shoved his cock in Angela's mouth and she was stroking it with her lips Interracial Creampies bit her lower lip. Sweat and tears dripped off her face. She was in agony as both her holes were stretched to the max. She threw her head back and let out a loud moan. The orgasm exploded deep in her pussy, spreading over her entire body. Their cocks continued to hammer her pussy and asshole. When they finally pulled their dicks out, Christy slid off Terrance, spilling onto the floor. Her legs still hung up over the sofa. The men moved onto the floor with her, kneeling on either side of her head. Christy looked up through her orgasm haze and saw them jerking their large cocks over her face. They were beating their meat furiously. Sam's cock started spurting first, dropping huge gobs of cum onto her cheek and mouth. The warm goo oozed passed her parted lips and down into her mouth. It tasted like honey. Christy stuck out her tongue to catch more. At the site of his partner cumming, Terrance began shooting, too. Wave after wave of jism flooded out of their cocks, splattering all over her face. Christy stretched out her tongue to try and catch as much as she could. Warm cum filled her mouth. She swallowed it down eagerly. Just as the last drops splashed off her nose, the FBI agents rushed in and grabbed the men away from her. As she lay there in a haze, absent mindedly stroking her burning pussy, her face covered in cum, she saw her lovers being dragged away, their spent cocks dangling between their legs. Agents gathered up the bags the insurance scammers had brought in with them. Other agents began dismantling the cameras. Agents Smith and Jenkins stood over her naked body. Reaching down, they helped Christy to her feet. They led her over to one side of the room. "You did a great job here today," said Jenkins. "We're going to be able to put those scumbags away for a long time. You country is grateful." "That's great," Christy said, licking the thick cum off her lips, standing completely naked between the two men. A long strand of white jism hung from her chin. "Can one of you get me a towel?" Another agent came over to them, holding Christy's teddy. He held it up behind her and she slipped her arms through the straps. The fastener in front had ripped though so it wouldn't close. The soft fabric hung loose at her sides, still leaving her front completely exposed. The strand of cum dropped off her chin and onto her breast, running down over her nipple. Jenkins and Smith saw that their men were distracted from their work by this nearly naked woman standing around, so they led her into the kitchen. Jenkins tore off a paper towel from the holder next to the sink and handed it to her. Christy began rubbing it around her face, not really picking up much, just sort of mushing the cum around. Smith paused, glancing down at her body, before he spoke again. "You really have done a terrific service to your community today, Mrs. Simmons." "So what happens now?" Christy asked, still trying to wipe the semen off her face. "Well the tapes show pretty much everything. A number of agents were watching the monitors so they will all be able to testify to the tapes accuracy. We will seal the file so your information won't become known. You won't have to be involved anymore." "And . . . and what will happen to those two young . . . men?" A hint of longing filled Christy's voice. She licked a dollop of cum off her finger. "Oh, don't worry. They'll be going to jail for a long time, thanks to you, Mrs. Simmons and your selfless action." After a pause, Jenkins continued. "Having an outsider like you help out on this case was invaluable. Perhaps, if the occasion arose again, you might consider giving us further assistance?" "I don't . . . that is, I really didn't realize things were going to go so far. It's a good thing I didn't tell my husband about it. I guess if you had a . . . I mean if there was some kind of important case . . . well I guess I couldn't real say no, could I? I mean, it's my Civic Duty." Barbie Cummings Blacks On Blondes the next song was Practice What You Preach by Barry White. I knew this was her favorite song so I said, "you like this song, why don't you go dance now?" She couldn't argue, so she did. The dance was pretty uneventful; she was a little rigid being afraid that I might get jealous if she danced suggestively or anything. When the song was over she came back to the table and sat down. A slow song was playing and I said, why don't you go dance this song with him? She knew I wasn't going to let up at this point so she said OK. As she got up to leave, I said and loosen up a little bit this time. I don't know if Robert could hear what we were talking about, or if he just decided he had enough playing around, but he took charge when they got on the dance floor. He held Angela close so that she could feel the huge bulge in his pants. As they danced he rubbed her ass and felt her tits. I could tell she was enjoying it, but every time he touched her she looked at me for my reaction. When Angela came back and sat down at the table, I said "That was quite a dance." She replied "YOU told me to loosen up." I laughed and said, "That's OK Honey, its your birthday. You can do whatever you want." She said "Whatever?" I laughed and replied "or whoever." She laughed and we left it at that. A few minutes later I got up and used the men's room. I stopped along the way and asked Peter, who was sitting on the other side of Black Cock Story enough tape by now," she thought. "Why aren't they rushing in?" 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Her eyes opened wide with fear as Terrance yanked them down her legs and over her feet. He tossed the panties across the room. The teddy was still fastened around her waist but it did nothing to cover to her sparse bush. Terrance put both his hands between her thighs and forced them apart. Christy reluctantly allowed him to spread her legs, exposing her pussy. A smile crossed Terrance's lips when he saw that she was moist. Christy was humiliated. "Shouldn't you wear gloves?" she asked, trying to stop his hands moving towards her pussy. "It's Ok, you look clean," replied Terrance, denying her reprieve. "You can continue the breast exam Mr. Peters," he said to his partner. Sam slid his hands down Christy's shoulders and over her large bare breasts. He began kneading her ample flesh between his fingers. Christy tried to think of something to say to get them to stop but nothing came to mind. Sam tweaked her nipples as Terrance knelt down, bringing his head towards Christy's lap. Her whole body shivered when his fingers touched her pussy. He began messaging her lips, rubbing them gently with his finger tips. Christy's breathing quickened. She leaned back, resting on Sam's lap as he continued to squeeze her breasts. She felt Terrance spread her pussy lips far apart and then, to her shock, he began licking her clit. No one had ever done that to her before and she couldn't believe how great it felt. His tongue probed deep into her, pulled out and swirled around her clit and across her lips. She didn't want to admit it but she loved it. Christy hoped the FBI would wait just a little longer before breaking in. She could feel the orgasm building in her womb. Terrance slid a finger into her pussy as his tongue continued to bathe her clit. She felt something warm and hard press against her mouth. Opening her eyes she saw it was Sam's pink dickhead. "How disgusting," she thought. "He couldn't really want me to take that thing into my mouth?" Christy moaned loudly as Terrance began pumping a second finger in and out of her moist pussy. She tried to ignore the cock pressing against her lips. Her panting became heavier. When her mouth opened, Sam thrust his hips forward, pushing his dick past her lips. Christy was repulsed but she was too weak from ecstasy to fight him. She had no choice but to let him stuff his dick in her mouth. Besides, the FBI told her to cooperate with them. Sam kept thrusting his hips, pushing his dick in and out of her mouth. Christy was surprised to find that it wasn't so bad, kind of like sucking a lollipop. She began wiggling her tongue along the bottom of Sam's dick as it slid down her throat. Christy felt a pang of disappointment when Terrance took his mouth off her pussy. She tried to look past the dick in mouth to see why he had stopped. She saw Terrance pulling his pants down. She couldn't believe her eyes when his huge black cock popped into view. It was gigantic and hard as a
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