Solomon King: The Prisoner 
An E&I Enterprises Story 
Copyright 2000 by Stormbringer 
Revised 2009

Author's note: This story takes place in the years between
Solomon's escape from the Gilgamesh Project and his rise to crime
lord/philanthropist in New York.

November 1994

The Prisoner: Prologue

The giant cock jerked in Jane's throat and she felt Solomon's
sperm filling her belly. She slid eight inches of his foot long
cock out of her mouth, wanting to taste his hot seed on her
tongue. The head of his cock was still shooting sperm into her
mouth as she looked up at the giant black man that had fucked her
so good she had abandoned her husband for a life of crime.

Three months earlier...

Jane peeked through the blinds at her husband talking to the
black man. Her husband had hired him to paint their house and was
explaining what he wanted done. Jane had never seen many black
men and never any man as muscular as Solomon. He was a big,
hulking brute and she felt a funny feeling in her stomach as she
looked at him.

Jane avoided the black man for the first couple days, but found
herself staring at his bare chest and beefy arms through the
curtains of her bedroom window as he stood on a ladder painting
her house.

Three days into the job, Jane invited him inside for some iced
tea on a particularly hot August day. They sat down at the
kitchen table and talked. She found Solomon to be very
intelligent and his voice seemed to have a hypnotic effect on her
as she stared at his sweaty torso. They started having tea breaks
together every day and she began opening up to him. His questions
began to get personal, but he seemed to know how to get into her
head and she answered every question truthfully.

Jane told Solomon about how her husband could only get a partial
erection and how they only had sex about once a month. Solomon
laughed when she said her husband's penis was a nice size at five
inches long.

Jane excused herself and walked down the hall to the kitchen,
passing the bathroom. She rinsed their glasses and headed back
towards the porch where they always enjoyed their daily tea
breaks. She heard something in the bathroom and looked in as she
walked by.

Solomon was standing before the toilet urinating. A torrent of
urine poured out of the biggest, blackest penis she had ever
seen. It was plump and around eight inches long. It was slightly
crooked angling down as he peed.

"You ever seen a cock this big, Jane?" he asked without looking
at her.

"N-never," she replied staring at it.

"Come into the bathroom, Jane."

Jane couldn't resist his commands and she crossed the threshold,
slowly walking up to him, still watching the urine splashing into
the toilet.

"Why don't you hold it for me, Jane?"

"N-no, I couldn't," she answered, shocked at the idea. She hadn't
even really touched her husband's penis except to squeeze it hard
enough to penetrate her, let alone held it while he peed.

"Touch it Jane," he said looking deep into her eyes. "Touch a
real man's cock for the first time."

Jane didn't know why, but she obeyed him. She gulped as she
reached out and touched the shaft. She wrapped her fist around
the base. He was so thick her fingers didn't touch. His cock was
warm to the touch and she could feel the urine flowing underneath
the skin. She aimed his cock, directing the pee around the inside
of the toilet. He had drank a lot of fluids that day and his
stream was strong, but eventually it slackened off to a trickle.

When he was done pissing, Solomon said, "Shake it Jane, make sure
it's all done."

Jane stroked her hand up to the head of his cock, shaking all the
urine out. As she stroked,  his cock started growing in her hand
and she gasped. It was only the second penis she had ever seen
and it was more then twice as long as her husband's and three
times as thick.

Solomon turned and faced her. His cock was poking her in the
belly as he looked down into her eyes. "Jane, you need a big cock
to satisfy you. A black cock. My cock."

Jane nodded. He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her
down. She obediently fell to her knees before his cock. The plum
sized head was pointing at her mouth and she opened wide to let
him in.

Once the head was in, she wanted more. Jane opened wide
stretching her jaw as far as it would go and she forced more and
more of his beautiful black cock into her mouth and throat. Jane
was filled with an overwhelming desire to please this man. An
hour earlier she would have gagged at the thought of putting her
husband's penis in her mouth, let alone a strange black man's.
Now, she would do anything to please Solomon, even swallowing his
semen. And she did. After fifteen minutes of furiously bobbing
her head up and down his foot long cock, it erupted in her
throat. She felt his sperm sliding into her belly and she bobbed
her head up so that she could taste his seed on her tongue. Sperm
filled her mouth and she swallowed all of it. His single load was
larger then all the orgasms her husband had cum since they were
married.   Two hours and ten orgasms later, Jane woke up in her
bed. Her jaw ached, her pussy ached, and her ass throbbed from
the pain of being stretched out by Solomon's giant black cock.
Her wrists also ached and when she woke up completely, she
realized her hands were tied. Solomon was going through her
jewelry box.

He was a house thief. He was wanted in three states. He usually
just broke into homes when the owners were away, but the
wealthier looking homes, he usually cased out. This last week he
had memorized the location of all Jane's and her husband's
valuables.

Jane found all this out later, but for now she was horrified to
realize that she had been seduced and fucked by a black thief,
and even worse, she'd give anything to have him fuck her again.

It was the way he ate her pussy that made her his slave and gave
her the first orgasm of her life. She had never had oral sex
before and she hated her husband for never eating her. After she
swallowed his cum, Solomon had carried her to the kitchen and
laid her on the table. She didn't know what he intended, as he
spread her legs and kneeled on the floor between them. His tongue
touched her labia and her eyes grew wide in surprise as it pushed
its way into her vagina. Her body immediately began responding to
the most intense pleasure of her life. She writhed on the table,
her flat belly undulating wildly, as she began humping her crotch
into his mouth. His tongue felt even bigger then her husband's
penis and something exploded inside her as his tongue lapped
around her clit. Jane had screamed in pleasure as she had her
first orgasm.

Solomon looked at her tied on the bed and without a word, he
turned to leave with a bag full of their valuables. He was almost
out of the room when Jane said, "Take me with you."

Solomon turned to look at her with a surprised look on his face.
"You don't want to come with me, Jane."

"Yes I do," she begged. "Please take me with you. I hate my
husband. I only want to fuck you from now on."

Jane still couldn't believe how incredible, how full, his cock
felt in her pussy. He had led her up the stairs and fucked her
for hours on her marital bed. The orgasm she had when he came in
her sore, stretched out pussy was even larger then the first
time. Impossibly, he had even gotten hard a third time and he had
fucked her ass. Solomon's cock claimed and dominated her body so
well, she would do anything to be with him.

Solomon dropped his bag and grabbed her hair, roughly pulling her
head up. "Listen slut, you’re one sexy bitch, though your titties
are a little small," He grabbed her breast. "You can come with me
for now, but I will get sick of you. Until then, you'll get
fucked everyday."

"I don't care," she replied, "I need your cock." Jane knew then
that if she could see the future and saw that Solomon would leave
her in less then a week she would go with him. Anything, to fuck
and suck him again.

For several weeks they lived off Jane's credit card and what
money they could get from the ATM machine. When Jane's husband
cancelled her cards, they robbed houses.

After several months, Solomon hadn't gotten tired of her yet and
he kept his promise, fucking her at least three times every day.
Solomon's long black cock would get hard and she would service
him  wherever and with whatever hole he demanded. She always
obeyed without question.

They had been busy robbing a house when Solomon had gotten the
urge to have his cock sucked. Jane felt it a little risky, but
she never questioned him and as usual she obeyed. Even three
times a day, his load was large and his cum overflowed her mouth
every time she sucked him off. She left him sitting on the couch
naked and went to the bathroom to clean up.

She was wiping the cum off her face, when she heard the main door
to the house burst open and a cop start screaming at Solomon to
freeze. Thinking fast, Jane found a window, removed the screen
and squeezed through, ducking out of sight behind some bushes.
Their car was parked a couple blocks away and she ran through the
yard to get to it.

*******************

Deputy Howard Skinner had gotten a call from a neighbor that
someone suspicious was in the Robinson home. They were a small
town with only three cops and a dispatcher, so he had to check it
out alone. Gun shaking in his hand from nervousness, he burst
into the room yelling, "freeze" at the giant black man sitting
naked on the couch.

Howard almost vomited at the sight of the black man's long,
glistening penis hanging down over the couch, still dripping
sperm. He felt his own, much smaller penis and balls shrink into
his scrotum with fear and envy.

The black man calmly obeyed him and handcuffed himself to the
stair rail when Howard tossed him the handcuffs. Howard then
quickly searched the house. He passed the bathroom and entered
the guest room. The window was open and the curtains were
fluttering inside the house. The thief had a partner.

Howard was intimidated by the giant black man and made him cover
up his big cock the first chance he got. Howard was only about
5'8" and the thief was at least eight inches taller and beefy. He
was escorting the thief to the car when Howard noticed a car
slowly drive by. He swaggered a little when he saw the pretty
woman driver staring at them. Probably a housewife curious to see
what was going on, he thought, and he gave her a little salute as
she sped off. He felt like David must have felt after defeating
Goliath.

The sheriff's car screeched to a halt moments later. Howard
watched the sheriff get out and walk over to him. The sheriff was
a large black man, almost as big as the thief. Howard always
found his size to be a little intimidating also. Now, he felt
absolutely scrawny next to both large black men.

The two cops patrolled the neighborhood for signs of an
accomplice, probably a black woman given the thief's naked state
when he was caught, but no suspicious persons were spotted. They
gave up and headed to the station to process the prisoner.

Extradition(-14)

"Come on hero," moaned Heather. "Put it in baby. Yeah that's it,"
she cried feeling Howard's penis enter her. He had come home so
excited over capturing a notorious house thief, they had stripped
off each other’s clothes and climbed into bed, but for some
reason he was having trouble getting an erection and the condom
wouldn't stay on. He had finally gotten hard enough to enter her,
but then it withered in her vagina and she practically screamed
in frustration. "What's wrong baby," she said trying to grind her
vagina into his crotch wanting him deeper inside her then he was
capable of.

Howard sighed and rolled off his fiancé.  "Sorry honey, it's just
not working right." Heather assumed that the stress from
capturing the house thief earlier was getting to her fiancé.

Heather held up her hand and looked at the diamond ring Howard
had just given her a few hours before. They had only been dating
eight months, but he had asked her to be his wife and she had
agreed.

Heather was twenty-two and had just gotten a job with the
sheriff’s department a year ago. Both the sheriff and Howard had
asked her out. She was a beautiful blonde with large breasts and
was used to male attention, so it was nothing new to have two men
after her. She would never date a black man, so she turned down
the sheriff, even though he was attractive and she found his
large size to be a turn on. Howard wasn't handsome, but he was
cute in a chubby, chipmunk cheeks sort of way. not knowing anyone
in town, she had accepted Howard's offer of a date and they had
been a couple ever since.
"Heather do I make you happy?" he asked looking up at the
ceiling.

"Of course," she replied.

"But, do I satisfy you?"

Bad question to ask after suffering a bout of impotence. "Of
course Howard," she lied so as not to hurt his pride. "Why do you
ask?"

"But you've never had an orgasm."

"That's my fault," she explained. "I just can't loosen up. You
know you’re only the second man I've ever been with, but you’re
the best."

"I shouldn't say this," he said, "but when I busted the house
thief..."

"And murder suspect," she interjected. A wife in South Dakota had
disappeared after the black man had robbed her house.

"Yes, well when I busted him, he was naked and sitting on the
couch. His penis must of been this long." Howard said, holding
his hands about ten inches apart.

Heather felt a shiver run through her body at the thought of a
ten inch penis. Her fiancé was feeling inadequate. "No woman
could handle a penis that long dear," she said, though in truth
she wasn't sure, but his ego obviously needed stroking. "You’re
the big hero," she said  reaching out to fondle his crotch. She
was surprised at how tiny his penis felt and his balls had
crawled up into his scrotum so far, she could barely feel them.
His penis was normally about five inches long, but now it seemed
about three. Her only other lover had been six inches and a
little thicker. She missed that extra inch.

Heather gave up trying to get him hard and she fell asleep
wishing he had a ten inch penis or even a six inch penis like her
last boyfriend, or even an erect penis.

******************

Heather adjusted the belt on her hips and entered the police
station. The prisoner was making his phone call, probably to a
lawyer. She was immediately impressed with his physique. The
sheriff was the only other man she had ever seen with a body that
muscular. She glanced over at Howard and he winked at her.
Solomon finished and the sheriff escorted him to his cell.

"Here's the deal," said the sheriff. "We're extraditing the
prisoner to South Dakota so that he can face murder charges on
the woman that disappeared. The problem is, that with this being
Thanksgiving weekend, no one is free to come get him for another
two weeks, and the judge is out of town. I'm splitting the three
of us into three shifts of ten hours each. Someone will stay here
to keep an eye on things and the other officer will be on patrol.
Remember, the prisoner has a partner out there somewhere, so be
alert, and don't let anyone you don't know inside the police
station. Got it."

Heather and Howard looked at each other. They wouldn't have a lot
of time to spend together the next two weeks. They looked at the
sheriff and nodded.

"Good," said the sheriff, "and congratulations on your
engagement. Sorry you two can't spend more time together, but
those are the breaks. Heather, you have the night shift, ten to
eight in the morning. Howard, six in the morning to four. I'll
work two till midnight. Someone will check in to the station
every hour that there is only one of us on duty when Agnes is
off," he finished nodding his head toward the dispatcher in the
side room.

******************

Solomon listened from his cell. He committed the shifts to
memory, calculating in his head what times they would be alone.
His call had been to Jane's cell phone and he had given her
instructions for the week. He hadn't gotten a good look at the
female cop, but what he had seen impressed him, especially those
big titties stretching out her uniform.  He was shocked to hear
that she was engaged to the wimp that had captured him. Solomon
sat on his cot. He needed to work on a plan. He only had fourteen
days to escape.
That Sevening, the female cop unlocked the gate leading to the
cells. The gate connected with the police station and on the
other side of the door was a short hall with two cells. The first
was empty, Solomon was in the second.

"Good evening, Heather," said Solomon looking her in the eyes. He
was sitting on the cot, back straight, hands folded on his lap.

She seemed startled by the use of her name,  but she quickly
recovered. "Good evening. I've brought your dinner." She handed
him a tray through a slot in the door and he grabbed it smiling
at her.

"Thank you," said the prisoner. She nodded and was turning to
leave when he added, "Heather don't go. Stay and talk to me."

"I'm not supposed to fraternize with the prisoners."

"I understand," he said. "I just get bored without someone to
talk to."

"I'll be back to check up on you," she said before leaving.

Jane went back to her desk and worked on paperwork for a while.
It was a pretty quiet night, every hour the sheriff would radio
in and she would check on the prisoner. As the night wore on, she
got bored and found herself hanging around outside Solomon's cell
talking longer with each visit. She was only used to the
occasional abusive husband or town drunk and she had never met
any serious criminals. She was surprised at how intelligent he
seemed. The black man was definitely was not your usual felon.

The sheriff came into the office a little after midnight. Heather
greeted him from her desk and watched as he entered the cell area
to check on the prisoner.

"Sleeping like a baby," said the sheriff. "call me if there's any
trouble."

Heather went back to her paperwork while the sheriff locked up
the shotgun from the squad car and put his portable radio into
the charger. "See ya tomorrow night," he said as he headed home.

Around 1:00 am, Heather heard a rhythmic grunting coming from the
prisoner's cell. She got up to investigate.

Solomon was doing sit ups on the floor of the cell. She watched
without interrupting. The prisoner had stripped of his shirt and
was wearing only orange prison pants. Sweat glistened off his
black skin and his muscles rippled with each rep. Solomon had the
most impressive physique she had ever seen on any man. The
sheriff came close, but he was trim compared to Solomon's
beefier, muscular form.

Solomon stood up and began a series of graceful stretches that
accentuated his muscles and physique. "Good morning Heather," he
said without looking at her.

Heather came forward up to the bars. "Good morning," she answered
looking at his chest. "What are you doing?"

"Tai Chi, it keeps the mind and body sharp."

"Is it hard to learn?" she asked.

"It takes a long time and is hard work," he replied. "Long and
hard, long and hard."

That reminded her of what Howard had said about his penis and she
couldn't help but glance down at his crotch as he was looking
away. The orange jumpsuit was bulging out impressively. Heather
looked down and gasped. His penis was outlined down the right leg
of his pants. It was long and hard, Howard hadn't exaggerated
about it's size. She looked up to find Solomon staring at her.
Heather blushed and excused herself. When she came back an hour
later he was asleep again.

********************

The sheriff entered his apartment and grabbed a beer out of the
fridge. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a small
hypodermic needle.

I shouldn't do this shit, he thought as he injected the needle
into his arm. He sat down on his couch and sipped the beer
waiting for the buzz to hit.

He hadn't touched drugs in years, but found the craving hard to
resist. The prisoner had a handful of these vials in his
possession when he was arrested. It had been all to easy to pawn
one as he checked in the thief's items.

He finished his beer and started another. Still no buzz. The
sheriff looked at the vial and chunked it in his trash. 'Maybe
it's some type of steroid,' he thought, picturing the prisoners
over muscled body in his mind.

Extradition (-10)

Heather was horny and frustrated when she went into work. She had
seen Howard for only a couple hours the last four days when he
got on duty, then she went home to sleep.

Heather moaned in her sleep, then woke up abruptly. She reached
down between her legs and ran her finger along her slit. It was
wet with her juices and her clit was engorged. She couldn't
remember her dream, but it must have been pretty hot. She ran her
finger around her clit, thinking of her fiancé. She fantasized
about Howard getting off work and throwing her down on the bed
and making love to her for the six hours until she had to go to
work.

Unfortunately, Howard got off work and collapsed exhausted on the
bed, his snores resounding through the bedroom three minutes
later. She got up and dressed for work.

Heather stopped at a deli to pick up some sandwiches for herself
and the prisoner. She had found herself talking to him every
night during his Tai Chi exercises. When she got to the police
station, the sheriff was out on patrol and Agnes was manning the
phones. Heather was tired of being alone and starved for human
conversation. She talked to the old dispatcher for an hour before
Agnes got off work.

When Agnes left, Heather puttered around bored out of her skull.
She'd try to remember to buy something to read tomorrow night.
She looked at her watch. Time to take Solomon his dinner. She
grabbed his sandwich and a soda, carrying it back to his cell.

The prisoner was doing his Tai Chi movements again, every
perfectly developed muscles on his chest and arms accentuated and
glistening with sweat. Heather watched for a minute, admiring his
body and not wanting to interrupt.

"Dinner time," he said without looking at her. It was almost like
he could sense her presence.

"Yes, I didn't want to disturb your workout."

Solomon approached the cell's bars. He was such a big man.
Heather found herself eye level with his chest. "No problem
Heather," he said taking his dinner through the bars, "there's
not much else to do here, but meditate and exercise. I was bored,
that's all."

"Tell me about it," she replied rolling her eyes. "Nothing ever
happens around here. Your the most excitement this town's ever
had."

"You’re welcome," said the prisoner. Heather laughed and excused
herself.

She checked on Solomon several other times over the next few
hours, finding her minute inspections were turning into fifteen
minute conversations each time.

Heather told the black man about her life before becoming a
policewoman. How she grew up on the family farm watching cop
shows on TV, going to the police academy and getting her first
job here in this small town.

Solomon told her how he had joined the navy and became a drug
addict. He had lived on the streets until he kicked the habit,
but couldn't find a job.
"So you became a thief," said Heather feeling sorry for the black
man. "There's one thing I don't understand-and don't forget your
Miranda rights apply to our conversations- what happened to the
housewife in Dakota?"
"She's alive and well. She chose to leave her husband shortly
after I robbed them."

"Well I hope for your sake, someone can find her."

"I'm not worried," said Solomon. Heather just nodded and returned
to her desk. The sheriff would be in soon.

The sheriff arrived just before midnight and filled out his
reports. He yawned and checked on the prisoner. "Sleeping again,"
said the sheriff, "See ya tomorrow night, same time, same place."

The sheriff seemed to notice how bored she looked and added,
"Only ten nights to go."

Heather nodded and watched him leave. She leaned back and put her
feet up on the desk. Heather tried to stay awake and alert, but
she kept finding her head was getting heavier and heavier.

Heather awoke with a start. She had heard something coming from
the cells. She glanced over at the clock, it was time for her to
check on Solomon anyway.

Heather got up and stretched. She unlocked the first door and
entered the cell hall. Heather paused and listened. She could
hear Solomon breathing heavy, grunting occasionally. Heather was
surprised to find her heart rate increasing, hoping to catch him
working out again.

She approached the last cell and stifled a gasp. Solomon was
working out. His hand was sliding rapidly up and down his giant
penis as he laid on the small cot. Heather stared entranced for
about fifteen minutes. Solomon was long past the point Howard
would have cum.

She stared at his penis. It wasn't as big as she'd imagined. In
fact she could hardly see it his hand was stroking it so fast.
Solomon arched his back and revealed the truth to her.

His penis only looked small because his hand was so big. Solomon
let go of his penis and wrapped just the fingers around the base
holding it skyward so that his massive ebony snake was revealed
to her in all its glory. It was at least twelve inches long and
twice as thick as her first boyfriend, three times as thick as
Howard's.

Solomon had quit stroking his penis because he was done. As
Heather watched, the head seemed to swell and a big wad of sperm
spurted up into the air about three feet from the tip of his
penis. Her eyes followed the sperm up and then down where it
collided with several more wads of cum erupting out of his penis.
In fact Solomon's penis was spitting out more sperm now then
Howard's had the entire time they had been dating. Solomon's
sperm quit erupting out of the fat head of his penis, but more
sperm continued to flow out the tip, dripping down his fat black
rod.

Heather shook her head in disbelief. She stared at Solomon's
penis for a long time. Finally, she let her eyes roam up his
heaving chest and made eye contact. Solomon was watching her.
Heather blushed with embarrassment and fled the cells.

Extradition(-9)

"Heather come look at this," called the sheriff staring a the
computer screen. "What do you make of this?"

Heather had just arrived for her shift, exhausted from tossing
and turning all night. Every time she closed her eyes, she
pictured Solomon's huge black cock shooting sperm into the sky
like an erupting volcano. She bent down beside the sheriff and
read the screen. "This says there's no record of a “Solomon” ever
existing?"

"Yep," said the large black man distracted by Heather leaning
over his shoulder. He swore she smelled horny and he felt his
cock stiffen up. The damn thing looked bigger then normal and he
was getting erections all the time. He had even jerked off twice
yesterday. Heather's big tits were pressing into his shoulder and
his cock was hurting him again it was so hard. He pulled himself
together. "No record of Solomon, obviously a fake name he used
while casing the house and according to his fingerprints he's a
sixty-five year old Vietnam vet named Sam Kingston. Of course,
our man is only in his thirties and doesn't have the Navy SEAL
tattoo."

"CIA?"

"That's what I was thinking," said the sheriff impressed by
Heather's deductive reasoning. She had brains to go with her
beauty, but right now he didn't want to fuck her brains. "It
fits, assumed name, false records. He certainly carries himself
like a military man."

"What do we do?"

"Nothing we can do, but our jobs and extradite him unless we hear
from the feds to release him. Now I'm off to keep the streets
safe." and swing by my house to jerk off again. His orgasms even
felt better and his wads seemed bigger. The sheriff didn't know
what was going on, but he wasn't complaining. He grabbed his gear
and hurried out.

Heather took Solomon his dinner just after Agnes left. She
blushed as soon as she saw him and couldn't help glancing down at
his orange prison pants to see the outline of his cock.

"Oh Heather, I'm glad you’re here," said Solomon/Sam or whoever
he really was. "I wanted to apologize for yesterday. I didn't
mean for you to see me masturbating, but then I'm sure a
beautiful girl like you- having just got engaged- is used to
seeing a lot of cock."

Heather let out a sarcastic laugh. It had been five days since
Solomon's capture when they had tried to have sex and over a week
since Howard had actually penetrated her. Not to mention the fact
that even when Howard got an erection she wouldn't exactly call
it 'a lot of cock'. Not compared to Solomon anyway. She made an
excuse and said, "not really, we have just been so busy since
your capture that we haven't had time to get together."

"What's wrong with him? Doesn't he know how lucky he is? If I was
with a beautiful, intelligent woman like you, I would fuck you
all night long. You could do better then that wimp."

Heather was wondering what it would feel like to get fucked all
night long by a foot long black cock when he made that last
comment and it angered her. "I'll have you know that Howard's a
wonderful man. He's gentle, kind, he treats me well, and he'll do
anything to make me happy."

"Yeah, but does he satisfy you?" Heather froze not knowing how to
respond to that and Solomon added, "Try wearing sexy lingerie. I
love a woman in lingerie and no real man can say no to a sexy
woman in lacy white underwear"

Heather was still mad and left Solomon alone. Later, she heard
him doing sit-ups and Tai Chi exercises. She had gotten used to
watching him work out, but she resisted the urge to go watch him.
Still latter, she heard him masturbating again. She broke out in
a sweat as she pictured him stroking off his huge cock, but she
remained at her desk.

Heather's eyes were red from crying and lack of sleep when she
arrived at work the next day. She had broken out her sexiest bra
and panties and worn them to bed. They had been a gift from her
first boyfriend and she had only worn them a couple times. She
had set the alarm and was waiting on the bed in a sexy pose when
Howard came home.

"What's wrong? Have you been crying?" said Solomon, taking his
dinner tray through the bars.

"It's Howard," she replied. "He fell asleep just as we were about
to make love."

"What's wrong with him?" said Solomon looking concerned. "You
need to try the lingerie idea. Trust me, it works every time."

"It didn't last night."

"You're joking? No, I see you're not. Well was it sexy? It
couldn't have been. I can tell you have an incredible body under
that uniform. It couldn't have been that sexy."

It's pretty bad when a house thief was paying more attention to
her then her fiancé was. Heather hadn't bothered to change last
night. She was wearing the lingerie under her uniform. "Let me
show you," she said. "An old boyfriend gave it to me, so he
obviously liked it." Heather unbuttoned the first few buttons on
her uniform and pulled her top open revealing just the top of her
bra.

"It looks pretty hot, I love lacy, white lingerie, but it's kinda
hard to tell. Show me more."

It was as if he had cast a spell on her. Heather didn't think
twice about unbuttoning the rest of her shirt. She untucked her
uniform and held it open. Heather felt her nipples hardening as
she exposed her body for this dominant male.

Her bra was lacy white and very see-thru. Heather had a
stripper's body, a thin waist, wide hips and large full breasts
capped by fat nipples. "Heather, you’re magnificent. Take the top
all the way off and turn around for me." Heather obliged. "Your
fiancé is a fool. Pull down the edge of your pants so that I can
see your belly button." Heather pulled her pants down her hips so
that her flat tummy was visible to the black prisoner. "I'm only
seeing you from the waist up and your the sexiest woman I've ever
seen. Show me the rest."

Heather finally hesitated. "I don't know..."

"Is the sheriff coming back soon?"

"No."

"Then what's the harm? Take off your pants Heather. You know you
want to show me your body...so I can help you with Howard.

Heather looked down at the huge bulge tenting out his jumpsuit
and started removing her gun belt. His bulge moved as she
unbuttoned, then unzipped her pants. She opened her pants and
wiggled them down over her hips until she stepped out of them.
She realized she looked dumb in her uniform shoes and socks and
removed them also.

"Heather you're just too sexy," said Solomon staring down at her
pussy hair visible through the panties. "You should be a model.
Turn around for me. Let me see your body. There's nothing wrong
with your outfit," he said staring at her bare assas the thong
slid between her cheeks. "The problem is with your future
husband. "Your hot body is making me so hot, I gotta take my cock
out."

"What?" said Heather turning around just as Solomon's long dong
sprang up from the confines of his jumpsuit. "I should go."

"No Heather, stay. Let me look at you as I jerk off. I haven't
been with a woman in so long and never one as perfect as you. Let
me fantasize about what can never be mine as I jerk off."

Heather froze and let him watch her as he started stroking his
huge cock. "Look how hard you've made me Heather. Why doesn't
your body make Howard this hard."

"He's never been that hard or big. How b..."

"Twelve inches exactly," said Solomon. "Why don't you get on your
knees and take a closer look.
Heather kneeled and Solomon brought his cock closer so that it
was only a foot away. She could smell it, it was close to her
nose and the odor had her panties soaking wet with desire. The
head was pointing right at her face and she could see every ridge
and bulge on his huge erection. Even his balls were gigantic,
explaining his huge orgasms. Just as she remembered, it was too
late. Solomon's cock head swelled even bigger and it spat a huge
wad of cum that splattered from her forehead to her chin. She
screamed in horror and a second wad flew in her mouth. A third
wad splattered across her breasts as she pulled back,
inadvertently gulping down his sperm.

Heather grabbed her clothes and ran to the bathroom to clean up.
More of Solomon's sperm covered her lips and chin. Instead of
cleaning it, she licked her tongue around her mouth, surprised
that his sperm actually tasted kind of good.

After she had cleaned off Solomon's sperm, Heather returned to
her desk still clad in her lingerie. She was breathing heavy and
hornier then she had ever been in her life. She sat down and
propped her legs up on her desk, spreading them. Heather pulled
her panties over and ran one finger up her wet slit. She shivered
with pleasure at how good it felt, but she wanted more. She
reached over and grabbed her black night stick. It was about the
thickness of a nice big cock. She placed it at the entrance to
her pussy and was about to push it in when the sheriff came in on
the radio and said he was on his way back. She sighed in
frustration and ran to put her uniform back on.

Extradition(-7)

"I can't talk, I have work to do," said Heather handing Solomon
his dinner tray.

"You're not upset about last night are you?" he called.

"No," she lied. She wasn't upset that she modeled for him or that
he had ejaculated on her. She was upset because she was sexually
frustrated.

Heather didn't plan on talking to him that night, but when she
checked on Solomon after the sheriff had left, she found him
doing his Tai Chi nude. His cock was plump, long, and at half
mast. Solomon walked over to the bars and said, "Heather, I'm
glad you came back. I'm sorry about last night. You were just so
beautiful, I couldn't control myself. Just thinking about you
gets me excited."

Heather looked down and saw his cock rising. She jumped when he
reached through the bars and rested his hands on her shoulders.
Solomon pushed her down and she relented, falling to her knees.
"Let me jerk off again while I look at you."

Heather watched fascinated as Solomon began stroking his cock
just inches from her face. "I'm being selfish," he said. "I take
it you've never seen a cock like mine?"

"No, I've never even imagined there were cocks this big."
"Why don't you touch it. This may be your only chance to feel a
really big cock. You'll be married soon and stuck touching
Howard's little penis."

Heather frowned at the thought of never seeing anything bigger
then Howard again. "I can really touch it?"

"Be my guest. Just reach out and grab the head."

Heather reached up and squeezed the head between her fingers. It
was so hard and unyielding, it may as well have been carved from
ebony. It was so unlike Howard's soft penis. She slid her fingers
down the shaft and Solomon obliged her by forcing as much as he
could through the bars.

Heather wrapped her fingers around it, amazed at the inch long
gap between them. Solomon pulled back and thrust his cock through
her fingers. She began moving her own hand up and down his shaft.
She wanted to jerk him off, she wanted to see his cock shoot out
gallons of cum again.

Heather spit in her left hand and brought it up when her right
became tired. Soon her left was tired also and she brought her
right back up. She started jerking him off with both hands.
Solomon's cock swelled up and began trembling in her hands. She
watched  the head swell up and spit out a huge wad of cum that
landed on her uniform. Heather brought her head down an inch from
Solomon's cock head and caught the second wad on her extended
tongue. His remaining cum missed her staining the floor. What a
waste, she thought.

Heather jerked him off again the next night. "Please Heather. If
I go to jail, you may be the last woman that touches my cock. I
want you to be the last woman."

"OK, one more time, but I don't want to stain my uniform."

"Then take it off. Let me see your body."

Heather stripped off her uniform, this time including her
underwear until she stood trembling before him completely naked.

"God your tits are perfect, Heather. I can't believe they're
real. Kneel down and jerk me off." Heather kneeled and spit in
her hands, quickly grabbing him and stroking his cock. "That’s it
baby, stroke that big black cock. Come closer, rub your tits on
it. Oh god that feels great. Titty fuck me baby."

Heather jerked him off and let him slide his cock between her
tits until he blew his load. Didn't the amount ever slacken off,
she thought as her tits were completely covered in sperm. Heather
ran her hand through the sperm, rubbing it into her breasts. A
big glob formed at the tip of Solomon's cock and was about to
drip, when Heather ran her tongue up over it, lapping it up.
Solomon's cock jerked at the touch of her tongue and impossibly
it seemed to reverse course, starting to grow again, just seconds
after ejaculating previously. Heather started the process all
over again.

Extradition(-5)

"Strip for me Heather," ordered Solomon the minute she brought
him his dinner. He was shirtless and pulled off his pants as she
began stripping. Solomon walked up to the bars and slid his cock
through the gap. "This time I want you to use your mouth."

Heather had already kneeled and was preparing to jerk him off
again. She looked up at him in shock at his suggestion.

"Suck my cock, Heather," said the black man. "You licked it
yesterday. All you have to do is lick it some more and then take
it in your mouth. It would make me very happy if you sucked my
cock."

Heather really wanted to make Solomon happy. Something inside her
desired to serve this man, to please him. Heather stuck out her
tongue and began licking the crown of Solomon's long black cock.
She licked down the shaft to the bars and would have licked his
big balls if they hadn't been on the other side of the cell.

Heather licked back up to the tip and took him into her mouth.
This was a new experience for her and she found it difficult not
to gag, but her desire to please him, had her doubling her
efforts each time she choked. Soon, Heather could feel his huge
cock-head sliding up and down her throat as she sucked him.
Solomon reached through the bars and grabbed the sides of her
head as he began fucking her face. She was swallowing down to the
bars now, taking nine inches of cock down her throat. She thought
she'd choke to death when Solomon's cock swelled up and almost
wedged in her throat. She forced it out until just the head was
in her mouth as her cheeks bulged out from Solomon's hot cum.

******************
The sheriff was driving down the highway after dusk when he
noticed the car driving erratically. He turned his sirens on and
the car pulled over.

"Heather," he said picking up the radio. "I have some tags for
you to run through the computer."

Heather didn't answer and he assumed she was in the bathroom or
checking on the prisoner. He'd try again in a few minutes. The
sheriff got out of his car and walked over to the driver's side
of the car he had stopped.
He was surprised to see an attractive woman wearing a short coat
with bare legs sticking out from under it. "Good evening ma'am.
Are you aware of why I stopped you?"

"Yes officer, I crossed the median a couple times."

"You were weaving quite a bit, have you been drinking?"

"No sir, I was applying my make-up." The sheriff's eyes roamed
down her body as she spoke. The woman had parted her legs,
letting the coat run up even farther.

"Anything that distracts you while driving can be dangerous,
ma'am. I'm going have to give you a ticket."

"Please officer, this is my husband's car and I don't want him to
know I got a ticket."

"And why is that?"

The woman took a deep breath and said, "I was on my way to meet
my boyfriend."

The sheriff nodded in understanding. "Well I'm sorry, there's not
much I can do."

The woman hesitated, then pulled down the zipper on her coat. She
was wearing a white, lace bra and garter ensemble and nothing
else. "Would you agree to forget it if I gave you a blow job?"

The sheriff felt his cock practically double in size at her last
two words. He had always dreamed of having a white woman. He
fantasized of a white woman with bright red lips parting to suck
his cock. Granted he had a problem with drugs when he was
younger, but otherwise he didn't engage in criminal activity. He
didn't like the idea of abusing his position. The woman made up
his mind for him. "My name is Jane," she said reaching out to
grab his cock through his trousers. "I take it we have an
agreement," she said squeezing his hard cock.

"We have an agreement."

"Good," said Jane, "but it goes no further then a blow job."
Solomon had ordered her to keep her pussy for him until he tired
of it.

The sheriff watched as Jane skillfully unzipped his trousers and
with difficulty pulled out his rock hard cock. "My sheriff what a
big cock you have." The sheriff moved closer to the window and
Jane began running her tongue around the tip of his cock.

Not only was it a dream come true to get a blow job from a white
woman, but it was the best blow job the sheriff had ever gotten
in his life. Most woman just did it to make their man happy or to
get some oral sex in return. This woman seemed to actually love
sucking cock. She licked his entire dick from top to bottom and
even gave his balls a good tonguing. When she took him in her
mouth it wasn't long before she was swallowing all eleven and a
half inches down her throat like she was used to sucking
unbelievably large cocks.

Not only was he impressed with her, but he was impressed with
himself. The sheriff hadn't gotten a good fuck in months and
hadn't had a blow job in over a year, but he lasted twenty
minutes before blowing and it was the best load he ever shot. His
testicles had grown along with his dick and they emptied three
mouthfuls of sperm into Jane that she lovingly gulped down. 'Not
only does she like sucking dick,' thought the sheriff, 'but she
also likes the taste of cum.

"I take it there'll be no ticket," said Jane stroking his cock
like she was milking it for more cum and licking up the drops
that formed on the tip.

"No ma'am," said the sheriff. "You just passed the breathalyzer
test."

"Well, I gotta go meet the boyfriend," said Jane.

"He's a lucky man." The sheriff stepped back as she drove off. He
looked down at his cock. It was rock hard again from her
stroking, just minutes after cumming. He began jerking off. It
was like he was becoming addicted to cumming and he didn't know
what was going on with his body, but he liked it.

*******************

Extradition (-4)

"Did you shrink your shirts again young man," said Agnes to the
sheriff as she grabbed her purse to leave for the evening. "You
need a good woman to take care of you."

"Actually, I'm getting bigger," said the sheriff making a muscle
that actually ripped his short sleeve shirt a little. Heather
felt her heart skip a beat when she saw the sheriff’s huge
muscle. She wondered if all black men had huge cocks like
Solomon.

"Well, you still need a woman," said Agnes as she left.

The sheriff turned to Heather. "I'm off on patrol. You know the
drill and order me some bigger uniforms please.

Heather watched the sheriff drive off then stood and walked back
to the cells. Solomon was naked standing by the bars, his cock
hard and sticking out between the bars. She immediately kneeled
before him and took his cock in her mouth. "You’re a good little
cocksucker, Heather," said Solomon. "you know how to treat a real
man's cock." She looked up at him. His body glistened with sweat
from doing his work out and he looked like some kind of ebony god
standing over her. She nodded her head in agreement and continued
to suck his cock.

Later, Solomon's cock exploded in her throat and she rapidly
gulped trying to keep up with the flow of hot cum. It was the end
of her shift and the second blow job of the night. Her belly felt
so full of cum, she decided to skip breakfast and go straight
home to bed where she'd spend another night dreaming about huge
black cocks. This time he had ordered her to strip off her
clothes and she had obeyed, keeping her gun and the cell keys
well out of his reach. She stood and let him fondle her breasts
before turning to get dressed.
The next night was a repeat of the last with Heather sucking him
off twice again, though she was nude both times and she let
Solomon caress and kiss her through the bars. She even grabbed
the bars screaming as Solomon fingered her to orgasm. "Think that
feels good, well imagine how good my cock would feel stuffed in
that tight little pussy of yours."

Heather nodded imagining him stuffing his huge cock into her. She
screamed as she came again.

********************

Extradition (-2)

"I know you want this," said Solomon waving his cock under
Heather's nose.

Heather nodded. God the thing smelled as good as it tasted. It
was all she could think about. "Just let me suck it, please," she
said, but every time she moved her head forwards, Solomon pulled
it through the bars.

"No, I want to fuck you. You want this cock, Heather."

"I do, but I'm also engaged and want to keep my pussy for my
future husband. I'll gladly suck you off again."

"No, I'm going to fuck you, Heather. Don't fight it. The needs of
your body come first over your loyalty to your wimp fiancé."

"Let me think about it."

"Time's running out. In two days I'm gone. This may be your last
chance to find out what a really big cock can do, what a black
cock can do."

Heather grabbed her clothes and returned to her desk. She had
decided to do it, even before her uniform was back on, but she'd
have to wait for the sheriff to leave. She spent the next couple
hours squirming in her seat. Her pussy was soaked at the thought
of Solomon pushing his big cock into her.

The phone rang just as the sheriff swaggered into the station.
She answered it. "Sheriff, it's for you."

The sheriff frowned wondering who would be calling him this time
of night. "Sheriff, it's Jane." His cock turned hard instantly.
"I haven't been able to get your big cock out of my mind since I
sucked you off."

"I've thought about you a lot since then too."

"I want to suck it again. I want to fuck it. I want to feel you
pounding that big black cock in me. It's so superior to my
boyfriend's and husband's little white dicks."

"I want that too," said the sheriff. It felt like he had cum in
his pants his cock was leaking so much precum listening to her.

"Meet me at the motel tomorrow night just past the exit where I
first saw your giant cock."

"I'll be there."

"I'll be waiting."

"New girlfriend?" asked Heather seeing how excited the sheriff
was when he hung up the phone. He just grinned at her and she
didn't know why she felt a surge of jealousy.

After he left, she locked the doors to the station and stripped
off her clothes. "I see you've decided," said Solomon as she
walked back to his cell.

"Yes, I want you to fuck me. Just don't cum in me, I'm not
protected."

"Turn around and grab your ankles, then back up to the bars."   
Heather did as she was told, pushing her thighs as aclose to the
bars as she could. Her whole body was trembling when she felt
Solomon rest his cock between her ass cheeks and slowly slide it
down. Her pussy spasmed with anticipation as the head touched her
labia.
Heather wanted him so bad, she swore her pussy opened up for him
before he even pushed in. It kept opening as the head entered
her, stretching wider then it ever had before. Heather was
panting with exertion as Solomon's cock head completely entered
her, her pussy closing slightly only to stretch out again as the
thick part under the head entered her. Solomon pulled out and
pushed in a little lubricating his cock with her juices. Then he
pushed in a little more.
"Your pussy feels so good Heather. You got a body built to handle
big cock. Your wasted on that wimp fiancé of yours."

Heather came and then came again. She seemed to cum with each
additional inch. She could feel every ridge and vein on his
mighty shaft. Solomon reached through the bars and grabbed her
waist, pulling her back. "Damn bars," he mumbled. "You'll just
have to miss out on the full foot long experience.

"Jesus, I don't think I could take anymore. Your cock is so big
in my pussy. I love it Solomon."

"You'll love this too then," said Solomon. He stretched his arm
through the bars and untied her hair, letting it fall down her
back. Solomon grabbed her hair, wrapping it around his fist and
began pulling back as he slammed his cock into her.

Solomon slid his hand through the bars and began rubbing his
forefinger around her anus, pressing down slowly as it opened for
him and his finger entered her ass.

"I feel so full," she screamed as her ass clamped down over his
finger triggering another orgasm.

Solomon fucked her while fingering her ass for a good twenty
minutes before his balls started to churn and his cock began to
swell. Heather recognized the signs too and squirmed to get it
out of her. "Pull out, don't cum inside me," but Solomon just
pulled back on her hair and shoved his cock as deep as it would
go through the bars.

His cum hosed deep into her pussy and in the brief second before
the pleasure hit, she knew that there was still room for more of
his cock.

Her eyes rolled back in her head as the super orgasm hit and she
fell forward, Solomon's still spurting cock plopping out of her,
but by then she had passed out. Heather hit the floor with a
thud, waking up several minutes later.

Heather looked up off the floor at Solomon standing over her. His
cock still hard, sticking through the bars. "Clean it off
Heather, then you can suck on it."

Heather sat up. It felt right and natural to be kneeling before
him. She stuck her tongue out and began cleaning his cock.

********************

Extradition (-1)

Heather felt great and sad at the same time as the sheriff left
on patrol. For the first time, she felt sexually satisfied and
had finally had a good nights sleep. On the other hand, today
would be her last day with the prisoner.

Clothed, she walked back to the cells. "Yesterday was incredible,
Solomon."

"It was nice, but I wish I wasn't behind bars and could give you
a real good fucking

"I want that too, but I can't risk my job." Heather took her
handcuffs out and tossed them through the bars. "Handcuff your
ankle to the cot."

"Yes ma’am," said Solomon.

********************

The sheriff saw Jane standing out by her car at the motel. He
parked around the side to be inconspicuous as he intended to
spend the rest of his shift with the skillful slut. She was in
his arms the second he was out of the car. The sheriff French
kissed her as she wrapped her legs around his waist like she
didn't care if anyone saw them. "Lets get inside," he said.

Jane let them into her hotel room and started removing her
clothes. The sheriff followed. He removed his shirt and a nude
Jane came over to help with the pants. "Wow, you are excited to
see me again. It looks even bigger then I remembered."

It was bigger then a foot now and the sheriff was starting to get
worried. Two weeks ago, he had an above average sized cock at
seven inches. He didn't know when it would stop growing, but
wasn't about to let that stop him tonight. Jane immediately
started slurping on it.

His cock was rock hard and glistening when she stopped. "Close
your eyes and lie down on the bed."

The sheriff's bulging, muscular body took up more then half the
bed as he lied down on his back and closed his eyes. He felt Jane
climb on top of him and then cold metal gripped his wrists. He
opened his eyes and looked at the handcuffs confining him to the
bed. "Hey what gives?"

"Your holding a friend of mine in your cell."

The sheriff groaned. The prisoner’s partner wasn't a black woman
at all. A big city cop would never be that stupid. "Don't worry
sheriff. I still have time to take care of that gorgeous cock of
yours. Jane crawled between his legs and started sucking. Soon
the sheriff was bucking his hips into her mouth.

********************

Solomon was bucking his hips into Heathers mouth as she kneeled
nude between his legs at the foot of the prison cot. She groaned
and forced her head down until her lips were kissing his pubic
hair. She was a fast learner.
Heather stayed still with Solomon's cock buried in her throat.
She let her throat relax and grow used to the invader before
starting to bob her head rapidly. Soon her efforts were rewarded
by several mouthfuls of sperm.

Heather kept sucking until she was sure every last drop of sperm
had been sucked out of it and she was sure it was staying hard.

Heather climbed up on Solomon and held his cock aloft as she
slowly lowered herself over it. She slowly raised herself up and
down over his cock taking more and more into her pussy until her
legs collapsed as the first orgasm overtook her.

Heather fell, taking all twelve inches into her pussy.

Heather felt her pussy reshaping itself around Solomon's cock.
Poor Howard, she thought. I'll never be able to feel him again.

*******************

Jane wiped some of the sheriff’s sperm off her chin as she stared
at his still hard cock. Solomon had ordered her not to fuck the
sheriff, but she hadn't had a good fuck in two weeks. Jane
straddled the sheriff and slowly lowered herself over his cock.
She easily took him in as she began fucking him as fast as her
legs could bounce.
"God you black men are great fucks," screamed Jane as the
sheriff’s cock exploded in her pussy.

Their black cocks seemed to draw the orgasms from her body. She
fell forward on the sheriff and rested. "I could fuck you all
night, but my man is waiting for me." Jane kissed the sheriff and
began to get dressed.

******************

Tears were pouring down Heathers face from pleasure and guilt. As
Solomon's cock filled her pussy with cum, she knew she was hooked
on black cock. She passed out again as the orgasm over took her.

Solomon was fucking her again when she woke up, but in a
different position. She was handcuffed to the cell bars standing
up and Solomon was pounding her pussy from behind. He had somehow
reached her pile of clothes and freed himself.

Solomon pulled out and brought his cock up to her ass. Sweat
broke out on Heather's forehead when she realized where he was
heading. "No not my ass. You’re too big."

"Sluts like you love to get their asses fucked," said Solomon
pushing his cock head in. Heather screamed at the pain and
started struggling against the handcuffs. Solomon was gentle and
let her grow used to each inch before pushing another in. He met
resistance at eight inches and began slowly fucking her ass. Soon
she quit struggling and started pushing back into him. "You love
my cock don't you, slut."

"I love it. Fuck me. Fuck my ass." Heather threw her head back
and screamed in delight.

Solomon fucked her until he filled her ass with cum and she
passed out again. Solomon pulled out and watched his sperm rise
to the surface as her ass slowly closed. He turned around and
calmly walked out of the cell.

"No, don't go stay. I only want to fuck you from now on." called
Heather after him.

Solomon walked over to the lockers, retrieved his clothes, and
the precious vials of the Xserum.

He walked out of the police station just as Jane pulled up in the
car.

*****************

The sheriff ran into the station a hour after Solomon had left.
He had yelled for help until someone called the hotel manager and
the man had unlocked his handcuffs.

The sheriff entered the cell with gun drawn. The first thing he
saw was the beautiful Heather hanging nude, handcuffed to the
cell. "Thank god," she cried. "Please just let me down and
promise not to tell Howard. What are you doing?"

The sheriff had walked behind her and was pulling down his
trousers. "I've wanted this for a long time," he said pushing his
cock into her cum-soaked pussy. Within seconds, Heather was
pushing back into his cock moaning.

"Your pussy belongs to me now, bitch."

"Yes, god yes, fuck me sheriff."

"Our careers are over for this fuck up, Heather."

"I know."

"Leave Howard and runaway with me."

"Anything, as long as you keep fucking me."

"I don't think that'll be a problem."

********************    

Solomon had noticed one of the Xserum
vials was missing and judging by the flushed condition of Jane's
skin, he could make a guess what had happened to it. He could
smell the other man's scent coming from her crotch. Well at least
the sheriff was a brother. He looked down on women so much, he
didn’t feel jealous sharing her with another man. These two women
would go around spreading the myth about gigantic black cocks.
Solomon liked the idea of making sluts of white wives and
destroying marriages. He shook the vials reassuringly in his
pocket. He was beginning to form ideas about the future.

He looked down at Jane sucking his cock while he drove. He wished
her tits were as big as Heather's. He was tired of her already.
Solomon filled her belly with some cum and winked at her as she
sat up. He pulled over towards a convenience store. “Run in there
and get me a soda,“ he ordered. Solomon waited until Jane had
entered the building before he drove off.

Solomon aimed his car towards the border still thinking about the
future.

The End

Author’s Note: There story probably derived from an interracial
pictorial I saw years ago where a black policeman captured a
white female thief and fucked her through the bars. She used the
distraction to escape.

I often thought that the unnamed sheriff would make a good
character for a follow up story. Here’s an enhanced male,
unattached to E&I out in America’s heartland. Maybe someday.