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Hey gang, it’s been a while, but summer time is always busiest with the family being around full time, so writing had to take a back seat for a bit (and probably for a bit longer still). Wanted to at least drop a little something for those who enjoy my bullshit, so here you are:
Oh, and if this all seems a little familiar, it’s because there are certain IPs you aren’t allowed to use on here, so I had to create my own version of it. Don’t forget, if you just want the smut and none of the story, look for the bars of stars. Enjoy!
-The Looming Darkness-
“I know Lacy, I’ve heard about it on the news too, but Stan got together with those goofy local “militia” guys, and bought a gun, so, hopefully that’s enough to keep any crazies away.” Maggie said, her phone pressed into her ear as she dug through her purse for her keys.
She nodded along with her friends chatter on the phone, exasperated at her paranoia, sliding her key into the lock, undoing the bolt, and stepping inside.
“Listen Lacy, I just got through the door, I’ve got to go for now, I’ll call you later, okay?” she finished, kicking her heels off with a notable relief, sitting her purse on the small but mail cluttered table by the door, sighing quietly as Lacy wrapped up the last of her goodbye rant, “I know… I will… okay, have a good night… right… okay, you too.”
Hitting the end button, she couldn’t help but laugh a little, padding into the living room with relief. She had to stop and pause, as she realized the living room TV was still on, though it was muted. She had left before Stan this morning, and both the kids had been watching some colorful nonsense at the time, so it wasn’t entirely impossible that he just forgot it… but why was it muted? It was also playing the local Fawkes news station, the auto-generated captions popping up as the heavily makeup covered blonde woman on screen addressed the viewers with her brow furrowed in concern. Maggie looked around at the mess of a coffee table, fishing the remote from its hiding place under a small pile of sticky toys, unmuting the program and giving it a listen.
“… which has authorities completely baffled, as none of the missing “victims” have left any sign of struggle, or indication that violence occurred, leaving at least seven women missing, including four mothers, two college students, and one girl who had just graduated high school. While there was no sign of struggle, each scene did appear to show signs of break in, which begs the question… what does our brazen burglar truly hope to steal, and WHY is no one fighting back? We’ll be back with…” the reporter finished, her dark tone and concerned appearance immediately replaced with a bleached smile as she turned to face a new camera.
“The only thing being stolen right now is my sanity.” Maggie chuckled, shaking her head, “Fucking Fawkes news, who even left this on?”
Clicking the TV off with the remote, Maggie froze in place, seeing in the now dark reflection of the once populated screen, a burly black figure standing out against the light behind her. She immediately turned and spun on her heels, her eyes going wide as she backed into the rear of the couch, almost fumbling over it.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE!?” she cried out upon confirming visual contact with the figure, his imposing frame stepping closer towards her, “PLEASE I HAVE CHILDR… what… what are you doing?” she said, her terror replaced by an almost hypnotized interest, her eyes dropping down, “Oh… oh my god…”
She would repeat those last words a lot more that night, though both she, and the sound of her voice were lost forever to her family; her husband bringing the kids home later that evening to find the place empty, her purse still where she left it, nothing stolen, and what might have been complete silence, were it not for the chiming buzz as Lacy called Maggie’s now abandoned phone.
-Three Days Later at the Sheriff’s Office-
“Listen, this is a fairly high profile missin’ persons case, with twelve women missing now, and seemingly no sign of it stopping… with another 18 year old girl disappearing just last night while out on a date…” the sheriff said, his light brown eyes sunken in his slightly puffy pink face, his mustache just starting to show signs of grey, “Which is why we chose to make the bold decision to bring in some new blood on this.”
“We’re entirely at your disposal, sir.” Frank Jonas said, his head tipped back slightly with bold confidence, his firm jawline smooth and hairless.
“Well, I understand you’re specialists when it comes to this sort of thing, and we’ve developed a new theory as to what might be going on…” the sheriff said, eyeing up his new investigators with a shrewd eye.
“And what might that be, sir?” Vivienne Dinklage inquired quietly, pushing her thick glasses up her nose.
“Ghosts.” the sheriff replied, his tone dark and somber.
“I FUCKIN’ KNEW IT!” Frank said, jumping and pumping a fist down in the process, Bornova travesti his response downright giddy.
“You and your team have more experience with paranormal investigations than any other unit out there, and frankly, we’re stumped. Now, I know there are a lot of tax payers out there who probably wouldn’t be too keen on us hiring a group of 18 and 19 year old kids who drive around in a funky old sedan with their dog, but I’ll be god damned if you don’t get results.” the sheriff continued, the gang shrugging and nodding along, “Now, tell me what you need, and then get your asses out there and get me some results.”
“Like, a sandwich would be great right now.” Orville “Grubby” Dodger said, licking his lips.
His dog Doobie, who could NOT talk, simply looked up at him for a moment at the word sandwich before turning his attentions elsewhere, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as he panted hot breaths.
“Oh Grubby…” Delphine Blane said, tilting her head with a sweet smile, her flowing red hair falling from her shoulder, before turning back to the sheriff, “We need a $1200 hundred dollar a day flat payout, as well as an expense account, and use of your lab facilities on request.” she shot out, her suddenness making the sheriff jump slightly.
“Uh, right, sure… we can do that.” the sheriff sputtered.
“Is there any other evidence you might have been withholding from the public, a specific detail, or calling card, that might help us in our investigation?” Vivi inquired somewhat timidly.
“Very astute, young lady.” the sheriff said, flashing her a grin, “We’ve been keeping this a secret to prevent copy cat cases, but here, take a look at this.” he finished, handing her an open plastic evidentiary bag containing a single black card with silver lettering.
Vivi snapped out a black nitrile glove, stretching it over her right hand before taking the card out, flipping it over, and reading the inside.
“Your women belong to us now… signed, Black Bart.” she read, the rest of the gang gathering around to look.
“Like, wow, man.” Grubby said, gulping.
“Black Bart, that’s a fucking pirate name if I ever heard one.” Frank said, his chest heaving with excitement, “Not just a ghost, a fucking pirate ghost… holy shit, this is the tits.”
“A… a pirate ghost?” the sheriff chimed in, a look of disbelief on his face.
“Pirates are always doing shit like this.” Frank said, turning toward him, his look serious again, “I’ll bet when he says “US,” he means his undead pirate crew… this could be BIG.”
“No son, this isn’t BIG…” the sheriff said, shaking his head, “This is GODDAMN ENORMOUS… we can’t have a bunch of damn ghost pirates running off with our women to serve on some ghostly galleon!”
“I promise you sir, we won’t let that happen.” Frank said firmly, punctuating his statement by slamming his fist down on the sheriff’s desk.
“Just give us an address, and we’ll start canvasing the area for clues.” Vivi said, carefully putting the card away before closing the bag and peeling her glove off.
“… and grab these ghouls by the ghoulies!” Delphine added in, suddenly leaning forward as she made the obvious gesture with her hand, her milky white breasts practically spilling out of her purple dress as she did.
The sheriff couldn’t help but look down into her cleavage, gulping nervously.
-Maggie’s Former Residence-
“Alright gang, the sheriff said that the victim’s husband and kids have left to go stay with family, so we have the whole house to ourselves… let’s split up and check the area.” Frank said, his eyes squinting as he surveyed the house from the street, “Vivi, you and Grubby go check out the living room area, Delphine, you and I will go check out the bedroom upstairs.”
“How many times do I have to remind you: it’s NOT happening, Frank.” Delphine said, rolling her eyes.
“I… I wasn’t suggesting anything, I just thought we could cover more ground…” Frank said, trying to pretend otherwise, but his plan obviously derailed.
“It’s a three bedroom suburban home, how much ground could there possibly be!?” Delphine said, turning and putting her hands on her lithe hips, “You definitely need to get laid, but NOT by ME.” she finished, storming off in a huff, her purple high heels clacking up the front walk to the modest house before she pivoted, inspecting the exterior.
Frank turned to the others with an exasperated look, Vivi and Grubby just shrugging at the awkwardness, before Frank started towards the house.
“You know he has a micropenis right?” Vivi said, giggling dryly as she turned to Grubby.
“Yeah I, uh… like, I saw it when he tried to surprise Delphine in the back of the van on the case of the Valentine’s day ghost.” Grubby replied, clearly not pleased at having to relive that memory.
“I honestly don’t understand all this sex nonsense. You people are such horn dogs.” Vivi said, grabbing her kit and starting towards the Bornova travestileri house too.
“You people? Like, how did I get roped into this?” Grubby said defensively, though he would never admit that he definitely beat off thinking about Vivi at times… especially after he caught her bent over crawling around on her hands and knees looking for her glasses, which happened more often than you might think.
-Not Long Later-
“I think I have something here, gang.” Vivi said, carefully inspecting the floor from the front door into the living room as she crawled around on her hands and knees, her ass thrust up, her brown skirt riding up a little.
She had blocked off an area from the front door to the living room, and was using specialized powder for residue tracking to show footprints as she clicked on her UV light.
“Looks like she started HERE.” Vivi said, pointing to a pair of female footprint leading from the now long discarded heels by the door, “Walking THIS way to the living room.” she continued, crawling carefully along after them, flashing her hips with every move “Before stopping here for a moment.”
Both Frank and Grubby were a little distracted by the show playing out in front of them, Vivi’s shapely ass still thrust out as she looked closer, Frank trying to hide his minuscule erection, Grubby just leaning into the skid and straight up staring.
“But then we have… SURPRISE!” she declared dramatically, showing the twisting marks of her turning on her heels, and the standalone sign of her toes pressed firmly against the floor, “That’s when our villain came from around the corner HERE.” she said, turning suddenly, both the boys quickly acting as if they were following her evidence, “Big boots… definitely a larger man.”
“Oh, right, like… for sure.” Grubby gulped, his chest tense with arousal.
“But then just like that… her footprints disappear… as if she was lifted into the air…” Vivi pondered.
“Teleported back to his ghostly ship, no doubt.” Frank said, regaining his composure.
“Yeah, unless she was like, just sitting on the back of the couch.” Grubby added, jokingly.
Vivi shook her head slightly at that, but got up and took a look anyway, finding a shocking development in the form of TWO sets of handprints on the back of the leather framed couch.
“Guys, wait, come look at this… these smaller ones facing the door are hers… you could tell she was gripping it quite hard…” Vivi notes, looking closer at the impressions, “And here you can see larger, manlier handprints, almost as if he was also bracing himself for some reason…”
“Probably tried to intimidate her… typical pirate stuff. Nasty fellows.” Frank said, approving of his own thought.
“Maybe…” Vivi said, noting a patch of dried fluid running behind the couch cushions, forming from roughly where Maggie would have been sitting, something that two larger ass prints confirmed, “That’s weird… why would she not be wearing any bottoms…”
“Maybe she was… wait a minute… where’s Delphine?” Frank said suddenly, glancing around.
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-Where Delphine Was-
“OH MY FUCKING GOD.” Delphine said, looking down at the thickest, longest dick she’d ever seen in her short life, the skin dark and smooth like chocolate, precum dotted on the tip.
“Yeah, you like that shit, bitch?” the man said, stroking himself slightly, only his cock and balls poking out of the front of his baggy jeans.
“I mean… there are no… WOW.” she said, almost reaching out to touch it, a sudden stirring hunger already forming inside of her, heat spreading like wildfire.
“Whyonchu get down on them dainty white knees of yours… look at it a little closer?” the man said, guiding Delphine down to the floor with a firm black hand in her thick red hair.
She didn’t hesitate, argue or protest, she simply fell to her knees and awed at it. The slightest scent of musky sweat coming from it, the thick head mere inches away from her lips. She was getting flustered, her face hot, her pussy already starting to ache with need as it salivated.
“Is this… is this what this has been all about?” she said, looking at it wide eyed and curious.
“You mean them other missing bitches?” he said, assuming, “Yeah… ain’t no fucking white girl able to resist nigga dick.” he confirmed, and confirmed even further a moment later, “Go ahead, suck that shit… I know you want to.”
Delphine absolutely DID want to… and not just suck it, but fuck it… kiss it, praise it, show it off to her friends… this was the dick of kings. It was the sort of dick you got addicted to, the sort of dick you take anywhere he wants it and thank him for it, the kind of dick you drain with enthusiasm. She glanced up at him one more time with wide eyes before smirking, leaning in and putting her lips right on the end as if kissing it, opening her mouth slowly and taking him in, Travesti bornnova savoring the taste of his dewy precum and erect by pliable flesh, practically melting as she worked it into her mouth, reaching up to cradle his balls as she did.
“Yeah, that’s right…” the man said, enjoying the hot pleasure of her eager mouth.
Delphine felt the head hitting the back of her throat, trying to relax it, trying to take more of him in, but it wasn’t easy… he was massive. She sucked, working her tongue around the head, stimulating him, pleasing him like she knew she should, jerking him as she continued trying to work him deeper. She had never been so in love with a cock before. Frank had made his plays, but she found him very off putting, and she had dated one other guy before now, but even that felt like more of a burden than a relationship, but this… this felt right, it felt natural, like it was what she was built to do. Her mind flashed to Franks pathetic little white micro dick (which yes, he had succeeded in showing her), as well as her former boyfriend, who was also white, and they were nothing compared to this. She pulled it from her mouth with a gasp, her saliva glistening all over it, her eyes once again locking with his as she continued jerking him.
“I… I can’t fit it all down…” she said, putting on a sort of childish disappointed tone and pouting her lips, “I think… I think you’re going to have to FUCK my face.”
She finished, crossing her ankles behind her and kicking off her purple heels, reaching up to unzip her dress, enthusiastically pulling it down, the soft milky globes of her large white breasts spilling out, pink nipples already firm with arousal. She couldn’t get to her panties yet, but they were soaking in her juices right now, the moisture showing as she burned for him to penetrate her fully.
“I think I was gonna do that anyway.” the man said, smirking as he took in the view of her soft white flesh, the sort of thing he saw a lot, but still enjoyed none the less.
He braced her head in his firm black hands, Delphine repositioning herself, leaning forward, planting her hands down and arching her back, giving him a straighter shot down her throat, her mouth open and her tongue out. He started easy, but not slow, jamming it as far down as he could on the first few thrusts, Delphine letting out soft wet gags as he did, his tempo increasing as he got more bold. In a matter of seconds, he was full on slamming his cock down her throat, his large balls slapping against her chin, her eyes wincing closed as she now had to fight for air. She reached down to finger herself, but her bunched up dress was blocking the way, and a wave of severe disappointment when through her. God, she was on fire, and now only he could put it out.
“Man, I fucking love me some white bitches.” he said with muted enthusiasm, hammering her throat so deep her neck bulged slightly with every pump, his hands gripping her thick red hair hard.
Delphine couldn’t respond, only making a series of “glurk glurk” noises as he savaged her mouth, the only thing really escaping from her was a near whine of desperate need. Her tits were swinging beneath her now from the force, her hands reaching up to grab at her nipples, twisting and squeezing them as she fidgeted, practically broken by her inability to truly touch herself. Suddenly, she felt it, the first stirrings in him, his body starting to tense, his movements starting to slow down… he was going to cum.
“Oh yeah, oh yeah… get ready bitch, cause here it comes…” he said, gripping her hair hard with one hand, pulling himself free, jerking himself with the other, his hand slipping slightly as her saliva lubed up his dark veiny dick.
“Cum… cum for me…” Delphine begged, poking her tongue out, the desire for it deep and needy.
The hot gush hit the back of her throat making her jump slightly… it was a LOT, and he wasn’t done. Another gush… another… two more. Her mouth was rapidly filling with rich, gooey African sperm and she could feel it starting to spill over her lower lip. She quickly reached up to brace it with a finger as he squeezed the last bit out and into her ready mouth. She tipped her head back, swishing it around briefly, letting it touch every taste-bud, touch every nook and recess of her mouth. She couldn’t savor it long, at least not as long as she might have liked, so she swallowed it all in once gulp, gasping happily before leaning in, grabbing his dick, and sucking just a little bit more to make sure she didn’t miss any.
“Haha, damn girl, you a fucking freak… I like that.” he said as she looked up at him, a pleased look on her face, his dark dick wrapped in her pink lips.
“It’s just so fucking good.” Dephine said, taking him out, still jerking him as it felt like the natural thing to do.
“You think THAT’S good… you ain’t seen nothing yet.” he said, starting to circle around her.
Delphine chirped excitedly, more than ready for part two, squeezing her dress the rest of the way down and off, peeling her panties off like a partially melted fruit roll up, the hot sticky mess soaked clean through the purple fabric. She was about to toss them aside when he reached over and took them from her, jamming them into the pocket of his jeans.
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