Cross Contamination Pt. 09 - Sex Stories

Cross Contamination Pt. 09

... pulsing ass, drawing a cry of mingled shock and arousal from the pitiful woman.

The crowd watched eagerly as Baker began moving her finger, lifting her other hand to resume her search of the suspect's soaking pussy. Gina's breath grew shallow and ragged. She hid her face in her hands as her body rode towards her first-ever anal orgasm.

The Chief cleared his throat, breaking the tension.

"Send someone to knock on the door," he said gruffly. "We've had our fun, but Victor wants her worked up, not satisfied." The watchers groaned, but they knew better than to make Victor Cross angry. Seconds later, a sharp knock on the door made Baker look up and draw the strip search to a close.

"Now," said the Chief with a nasty grin, "Throw her in lock up with all the other hookers. No phone call. We want her to feel nice and sorry for herself when Victor shows up tomorrow morning.

...

Daren was concerned.

Gina had told him that she planned on having a quick meeting with Victor, just long enough to tell him that they were through.

But she hadn't come home last night. A dozen calls had gone straight through to voicemail. Daren's thoughts had turned to darker and darker fantasies of what might be happening with his wife and Victor, and he hadn't gotten much sleep last night.

Waking up from a few hours of sleep, there was still no sign of Gina, who was still not answering her phone. He had no choice but to go to work. He barely made it to his desk before he was ...

... called into Charlie's office.

"Hardon," said Charlie with a twist of his lip, "You're looking as pathetic as usual. Close the door on your way in."

Daren had a sinking feeling as the door clicked shut behind him. Charlie couldn't have good motives for calling him into a private meeting. But there was nothing he could do. He could be fired at a moment's notice with the information that Charlie held.

Charlie swung his chair around to face Daren. His face held the smug, leering look that meant he was preparing for a satisfying bullying session.

"You've been holding out on me, Hardon!" barked Charlie with false humor, "I told you to get me some hot pics of your daughter like a week ago! It can't be that hard to convince a little slut like her to dress up and show off."

Daren had been dreading this. He pulled out his phone.

"I d-do have some photos for you, Charlie."

"Call me sir. I think that is more appropriate considering our circumstances."

Daren felt an uncomfortable blush begin to sting his cheeks.

"I have some photos f-for you, sir."

"Well then s-s-send them to me d-dipshit." Mocked Charlie, pulling out his phone as well.

The last thing that Daren wanted was for this predatory slimeball to see his beloved daughter in such a compromising outfit, but he couldn't see any way out of it. He texted the first picture to Charlie.

With a look of hungry anticipation, Charlie opened the photo. His mouth dropped open. He looked up at Daren in disbelief. ...