Calcay Justice
Don't be rude now.
Calcay Justice
by the Brain of Lazarus
He was in no mood for this bullshit.
The angry beat of top-lights pulsed in waves of blue and red, bathing over the shoddy excuse of a milk-green pickup, while his Charger sat with a poetic, furious hum, door ajar. The electric garble of Calcay's finest stained his ears, speaking in code, irrelevant to him at the moment.
With an ugly steel lined flashlight he stomped to the driver's seat, the nearing sunset visible in the cliff distance. Mountains sure looked nice this time of year. Too bad he was so fucking pissed he couldn't enjoy it.
Vance had just gotten the news a couple days ago. Some shit had put the beat on one of his closest friends down in Chatelle, Florida, one of Lope's favorite vacation hangouts. Lope was getting on in years but was a good fellow, ran things nice up in Calcay, kept junkies off the street, gave people second chances, all that great shit. And like nothing else, he was out like a light.
Vance had demanded the pictures, and nearly threw up when he saw them. His nose burned like the scent of death was there with him in Investigations. Most around the 4-2 saw him as a black furred beacon of justice, never flinching in the face of crime, but that was too much. All they could fucking find was a red triangle at the murder scene. Useless. He wanted to leave station and find these (he was sure it was a gang, no way an individual coulda' done that) bastards himself but, well. That would never fly.
His head pounded, agonizing over details, bitter and morose his mood was. And now some chump was rolling 60 up the mountain skinny, like their truck was some kinda hot shit out of an action flick. On this dirt road no less, where the left was nothing but an armada of prickly pines and the left was a rail and a deep fucking cliff. Vance had to yank the punk off to one of the safe zones with the wooden fence, way more effort than it was worth.
He grunted. Flashlight wasn't necessary but he was sure gonna use. Driver's seat pulled up to his sharp yellow eyes, the window rolling down, no doubt some old fu-
"You?"
Vance nearly spat. It was that bitch from Tunns. God dammit.
"God dammit, really girl?" he repeated.
Her name was Cori Oaks, a long haired ginger girl with peachy skin, freckled face, and innocent green eyes which hid her otherwise ulterior nonsense. She worked up at Roger Tunns' place, a sort of auto-convenience store, and quickly grabbed the nickname "Tina Tunns." Mainly because her rack was almost as large as her head. Her tits were always snug in some green button top, fat breasts swinging and smooshed together. It was no secret how she'd gotten the job.
She cast him a bored look. "Hey, Vance. Let me get my stuff, hang on. I'm kinda late though so. . ."
Arms went for something in her seat, and Vance bristled. The cop-dog wasn't even remotely in the mood for her get off scot free attitude..
"Are you fucking kidding me with this?" he yelled. "You think this shit's a joke, tits? That you can just run my road and get off fuck-free?"
He was fuming, shining the light square in that soft, perky face. Cori flinched, blocking the light.
"Dude, take it easy, I'm running late man! So what if I sped up the dirty four? No one's on these roads!"
Her tone wasn't of recognition to Vance's authority, it was of annoyance. As if he was the inconvenience. What made him angrier was that she was mostly right. The dirty four was a stretch of rocky four miles, and only folks who passed through were up in the woods. But fuck it, he didn't care.
"Get out of the car." he demanded stiffly.
She blinked. "Huh? Oh, what? Come on ma-"
"Get OUT. Of the FUCKING. Car."
He put away his flashlight as she rolled her eyes, groaning like a girl getting sent to her room, leaping from the car, her thick sweater cows tossing in jubilation. Her hands weren't all the way free though. Vlance blinked, realizing. One hand had a little styrofoam cup, which she promptly took a sip from. She hadn't been getting her license at all like he'd thought."I'm gonna be really fucking late now dude, thanks." she said with another bored sip.
He smacked the cup away.
"You little cunt. You think it's funny, don't you? You think you can just shirk the law because you're in Calcay? Well let me tell you something, Cori."
He stepped closer, bearing down. "I know about you. I know about the drugs you pass around here. I've got a whole fucking report on it. Never went anywhere because Lope convinced me not to. But you know what."
She was attentive now, holding her hand, looking at him with defiance.
"He's fuckin' dead kiddo. And if I throw the smackdown on you you'll get 1 to 5 upstate. Easy."
"W-what?" she choked in an attempt to keep her cool.
He took a pawful of one heavy, peachy orb, feeling up the nice warm mountain of tits that spilled well out of his hand.
"What the fu-"
"Shut your mouth." He leaned, where the bridge of his nose nearly touched hers. "I'm gonna fix you though girl. Know what you need? Some fat dog dick. You need your cunt pumped to settle you the fuck down."
Cori started laughing. "You're serious?" Bravery returned to her, the dumb thing. "I'll fucking report you, Vance."
He snorted. "My word against the little drug peddler? Good luck. And it ain't gonna happen or I'll bust you up with so many charges you'll be sucking cunt in a fed-box for longer than five, honey. Frankly, I want you sucking my nuts."
"Lope is dead." He continued with salt returning to his voice. "No one's gonna save your ass. I could call up Culler and Hops and they'd fuck you right with me."
Finally the words started sinking in, Cori's freckled face beginning to flush, making a lovely shade of rose. Vance smirked.
"You like that thought, huh? All those cocks just smashing your cunt?"
He patted her face, looking towards the wood fence.
"S-shut up."
"What?" he said, looking to her face again. He sniffed. He sniffed again. And started laughing.
"Oh. . . Ohaha! Oh my god, you actually want that, don't you? You pretty little slut, of course you do!" He'd smack her tits again, pinching the fabric through the bra.
"Of course you fucking do. Why else would you have such huge tits? You're just askin' for it."
The laughing made him almost forget his previous aggressions. Almost. But he wasn't gonna break a promise to a girl.
"Come on, fuck." she'd glance to the side. "Just, dude, let me get to work."
He shook his head. "Stop trying to negotiate, 'Tina.' We're gonna fuck though, don't you worry."
Vance would immediately set to pulling apart the fabric of her green flannel shirt, claws easily snapping the buttons as they popped from the bouncy pressure of enormous, supple breasts. They gave a good few shakes, Cori yelping in protest, the bra of thin white lace greedily hugging her fat front, hot tents of rosy pink poking through the silk. She'd tried to push him away, but that did little considering his stronger, huskier canine frame.
"Don't you fucking do that." he bit back angrily, shoving his crotch into her jean-snug loins.
"You want this, cunt. I know you do, I can smell it."
He'd peel off the bra next, those glorious mounds of silk soft skin bobbling out, banging together with timid claps as they jiggled while the hound firmly pressed her against the green flat of her truck door. He pushed, making her jubilant jugs shake around more, chuckling as he gazed at them hungrily. He'd lean to take a lick of a hot nip, Cori grunting in a mix of resistance and pangs of pleasure. Vance could tell, bitches sounded the same. He did miss the fluff of a canine gal, wagging her eager little tail as she craved cock, but human girls had their own allure too.
The dog would play a while, much to the squirmy silent protests of this criminal cunt, rough hands smooshing and smacking those healthy sacs together, watching them slap and wiggle, nipples nice and stiff. Greedily dog mouth would suck and nibble on the hot tents, smacking as slobber dripped all over the pristine tips, long canine tongue springing over the luscious mantles of rose, saliva coating the massive mounds, making them glisten.
"F-fucking quit man, come on, just let me go," she'd whisper, a wrist clamped by Vance's unforgiving grip, while he ignored her, shaking his nose between the cleavage meeting of heavy ton tits.
"Alright alright," he said, taking a step back but still holding Cori in place. Her face was an expression of alarm and fear now. She was getting the idea.
"Bleh, no more wasting time."
With a rough, yanking motion, he'd pull and throw Cori to the ground, undoing his belt in the process, enough so that everything needless would fall from waist, allowing his bulging, massive rod of solid black dog cock to flop out, a lewd little branch from the tree of anger. As Cori started to get back up, coughing and shouting her derision, he grabbed her again, but this time, smashing her against the window of her door, fine fat tits pancaking against the glass.
"Holy fuck man! Stop!"
As she tried to wiggle away, Vance easily pulled the momentum toward him, her fat ass wriggling against his bare, brutal cock, making him twitch.
"You shoulda' stopped first, cunt. Your father didn't smack your ass around like he should have. Well now I am, and take your pussy too."
He held her neck in place, though Cori wasn't exactly fighting him as hard. His other hand tore away at the jeans so snug around her waist, pulling them down as her rosy, freckled ass bounced into view, as fat as her bouncy tits. Panties weren't much a problem either, the hound outright tearing them off, as her ginger haired steamy muff came to view, sweet little ginger pussy glistening with arousal.
"See? I could smell you. You love this don't you? Hah, even if you don't, your body sure does."
She tried to get away again, though the pulled down pants kept her thighs awkwardly close, allowing for her positively plump rear to pucker up like a cute heart.
"Just. . ." she whimpered, looking back to him, wide eyes staring at his bulging, dripping cock with apprehension.
Vance didn't let her finish. He plunged all seven massive inches of brutal cock into her warm, sopping ginger pussy, the suckling lips shoved aside as that small tunnel greedily choked his throbbing pole. She yelled and moaned aloud as he buried, the dog bone allll the way in to where his thick nuts could be felt, a hand coming to smack on her peachy ass, hard. This coerced a twitchy buck from her, making the full rosy rump toss forward, only to return quickly and settle on the dog length, pre and nectar already seeping from her nether lips.
Again he swatted her big rump, watching it jiggle with such lengthy appreciation. At this point he didn't have to hold her down, she was hanging on the truck, impaled by nightstick. Yeah, she wasn't going anywhere.
"Fuck, girl, you've got a fat ass too." he'd mutter, licking his chops, before swinging again with hungry hips. The clap of waists made a lovely echo, that nice spank of sound when full rumps hit strong, masculine ones.
He started brutally pounding into her, leaving no time to waste. At first it was a slow, building tempo, his angry palm fondling a giant sac of busty breast, twitching and pinching the nipple harshly while his roving thighs began sweeping in smooth piston grinds. He grunted with each dive of dick into the tight tunnel of young, hungry girl pussy, and noted that he never broke hymen. So this young bitch had gotten broken in, he reflected sourly. No biggy. It was his pussy now.
"F-fuck fuck fuuuck. . ." Cori would tremble-moan, her curvy thighs shaking from the pure pressure and smash of unrelenting dog meat, dripping excessively now, soaking the dirty gravel beneath.
Vance would lean into her sweating, glistening back, licking her ear possessively, biting down in her neck, letting her hear every masculine moan and throaty roar that escaped him. God it was always so simple with fat assed bitches; once in heat they were so obedient and cock hungry. But humans? Whole goddamn system behind fucking, ridiculous. This was how it should be.
"You're loving that thick dog cock now aren't you?" he'd hiss into her ear, bucking faster, his tail pushing down through his own thighs to make the force of hips stronger, each hit making massive breasts smother into the glass that much further.
He put a finger in her mouth, and she almost sucked, tongue hanging out, face flushed, looking away. She wanted to get it over with, but Vance could tell, she loved it. Girl was just wound up and needed some real cock.
Now his loins were getting impatient, and so was he, so the black dog thumped his thighs with fury. Successive hammering blows came one after the other, in such rapid succession they were practically spanking Cori's peach ass red, beating his bludgeoning member into the tight little walls of ginger teen. He grunted, roared, moaned, as finally, his peak smashed through the tip of his satin rod, bursting in heavy, thick ropes of opaque issue, flooding that fiesty cunt with dirty dog seed.
"Nnffffooo! Fffufuck!" Cori would whine, perhaps remembering her position and realizing she was gutting plowed by a dog cop.
Vance would begin to slow, but never halting his grinds, sloppy, syrupy drops of white pouring out the decimated chalice, gushing down legs to seep into the ground in a nice little puddle. Vance didn't pull out for a while, letting the ginger broad catch her breath and bask in the sensation of her flowing, sloppy, deluged puss.
"You fuckin loved it." He said with a nasty grin, pulling out slowly, giving a little buck forward to tease her, until finally yanking himself free, letting the rest of his issue gush out. He didn't have a knot but, suffice that was a good thing, considering he didn't need to be stuck up in some bitches cunt all day.
"I need to go," Cori said weakly, not looking at him.
Vance laughed. "What? No girl, you're not done."
He twisted her around with a quick, muscular toss, her breasts churning with plentiful bounces as he did. She was watching him in shock, green eyes wide with fear, lips curled to a frown.
"Come on man, you did what you wanted," she mumbled weakly.
He grabbed her arm and pulled her down, other palm to her shoulders and forcing to knees. Before she could even sputter, her shoved her face right in his musky stones, utterly pulverizing her face with his fat dog balls.
"MffFFMF!" she'd yell, muffled as her soft lips were just smothered all over the round satin jewels, his hand now at the back of her head, banging it upon the sloppy pair.
"You have a bad attitude," he shot at her. "So you need a mouthful of cock before I let you go. Make you think twice about snapping off to an officer."
She'd gaze up at him, in disbelief, while he took a few moments to toss his testes all over her face, rubbing them along cheeks, noses, squishing them rudely against her lips. Had to earn his cock first.
But he couldn't be off duty for long, so he quickly held the girl's chin, nice and firm, letting her see the massive length, it utterly oozing with issue and orgasm, before stuffing it right into her pretty little mouth. Oh Cori coughed and sputtered and choked, oh yes she did, arms trying to push away on his hips while that engorged rod shoved into her throat, bulging it nicely. Her eyes watered, cheeks went red, saliva and seed spilling down her chin.
"Nothing to fuckin' say now huh?"
"Sflflfl! GLMFMKF!"
Guess he was wrong, but her attempt at words massaged his cock with tongue and vibrations of throat. Keep moaning for me girl.
Vance bashed his thighs into her. Not slowly with a gentle build up like before, oh no, this was different. He punished her mouth and throat, slamming his broad hips into her suckling lips, which stretched perfectly enough to wrap around his pole of black, but not over extend. He didn't give her a break, making her breathe through nose, every huff escaping at a desperate pull of air as he banged away, in hammering, swift motions.
He utterly fucked her face, to put it simply, never taking the flank of meat out and shoving it deep back to her warm, choking orifice, throat getting plowed like a second puss. He grinned and moaned the whole time, while Cori's face was becoming a nice little mess of losing oxygen and pain, eyes all watered up while the syrup of saliva and dog seed formed a river from her chin. The noises escaping her mouth were just lovely, too, excessive, loud sloppy sucks mixed with her choking, her mumbles, her desperate please to just let her take one gulp of air.
"NNGGN!"
His teeth clenched hungrily as the second wave of peak hit him, shooting through his rod like a maelstrom. He stopped humping her face and shoved himself all the way in, his balls smacking against the girl's chin, not moving. Oh she tried as hard as she could manage to shove away that iron cast grip, but nothing helped. Vance arched his back, tongue hanging back in delight, letting his seed flood the girls mouth and throat, knowing that hot sticky ichor was making a salty mess of her, pouring into her belly.
He heard her sputter, moan.
"PLFM! LGGMF!"
He looked down. HAD to see that face. She was staring up to him with such submission, her eyes a watery disaster, face a fine tint of rose, throat churning and swallowing instinctively as hound cum flooded her. And then finally, he let go. Her head flew off the cock like a bullet, the shaft still twitching and spurting, as Cori coughed and hacked, on all fours, gulping for air, having difficulty since her mouth was saturated with issue.
Vance grabbed her head and smacked her with his black mast, the nightstick making smears and sticky trails of saliva and seed, while the rest of his orgasm poured over her head and face.
"Asshole!" she shrieked between hot, hoarse gasps, hardly able to say. "Cou- coulda killed me!"
He laughed. Dumb girl. "With my cock? Hah! Hilarious."
He'd quickly pull his trousers up, probably the best thing Cori had seen all day. The black dog retrieved his cell from pocket and began taking pictures.
"The boys are gonna love this." he mocked, sneering at her. "Alright, cunt. Get yourself cleaned up, we're done for now. I better not see you fucking with the law anymore, you understand?"
Cori didn't really respond. Or couldn't, wiping her face of all the splashes of salty white that coated her.
"Actually," Vance added, looking over her, feeling aroused again. "Keep getting in trouble. This is a good look for you.
She stood up with a wobble, hardly saying anything, flashing him an angry look. He bared his fangs.
"Hurry up and go, tits, cause I'm about to lock you in the front seat and make you suck nuts while I'm on patrol."
It wasn't too much longer and she was off in that ugly green pick up. Vance didn't know how she'd make it to work now, looking like that, but didn't care. He'd laugh, scanning the ground, noting the torn panties she forget to take. Guess he'd keep it for next time.
That was for you, Lope, he thought as he returned to his flashing Charger.
END