“How did it go?” She tilted her head to accept her paramour’s kiss after he’d let himself in with his key.
“Well, it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. But there’s a LOT going on.” Parks snapped his fingers at Ken. “Bring me a beer.”
Ken hopped up and scurried to the kitchen while Parks copped his seat on the couch. “I can’t talk about the details yet, baby, but I don’t think I’m in any kind of trouble. They were looking into me because they needed to make sure I was clean. Mostly, they were asking me about other people. That’s really all I can say about it right now, though. A whole lot makes sense now. It’s some crazy shit. But I’m not in trouble, I don’t think.”
Rachel nuzzled her nose into her boyfriend’s chest. “Well, that’s the main thing — as long as you’re okay. Can you say if the IA stuff has anything to do with Chase paying that asshole to follow us and take pictures?”
“No, baby, I really can’t talk about it. Wish I could. Sorry.” Parks smiled and accepted his beer from Ken. “Thanks, sissy. What do you say, Cindy-Poo — you up for giving me a nice foot-rub?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good.” Parks pulled Rachel into his embrace. “Go get changed. And hurry up.”
“Yes, Master.”
Rachel and Parks cuddled and watched the news while Ken toiled at his master’s feet, looking quite the pansy in his slutty makeup and baby-blue teddy. The submissive husband was immersed in the same calm waters that had soothed his sissy soul since he’d embarked on this incredible sexual and emotional journey weeks earlier. For Ken, life had never tasted so sweet — it felt a hellova lot better than being pissed off about every topic under the sun.
Ken knew things were different when he heard a news report on the TV behind him featuring a snippet of a Donald Trump speech — and the Feminist Studies major wasn’t fazed. Ken, who’d attended BLM rallies carrying “ACAB” and “Defund Police” signs, was now grateful to be allowed to rub this cop’s feet. Ken had never been happier. Rachel had never been happier. Perhaps she and Parks were becoming a bit spoiled and demanding when it came to how they treated their eager little toady — but their entitlement and the inequities that defined the relationship were the very source of Ken’s felicity.
As Ken was about to apply cream to Parks’ heel, the cop yanked his foot back, sat up straight and bellowed, “What the fuck!”
Parks leaned forward on the couch, riveted by the news report. Rachel’s eyes got big. Ken turned around to see what was going on. The sleazy WCHR Channel 5 Action News reporter Evan Carson smirked onscreen in front of an oversized photo of Ken, Rachel and Parks sitting together in the sports bar where they’d had their first public outing following Rachel’s testimony in the Whittaker trial.
“Shocking new accusations by firebrand attorney Al Chase in documents filed Tuesday in Municipal Court seeking a new trial for Eddie Whittaker, the man convicted in November of armed robbery and attempted rape. If you remember, this case was marked by a bit of a sex scandal — the arresting officer, Trent Parks, was suspended for 30 days without pay after Action News revealed that he’d had an affair with the victim, Rachel Coolidge, who is married. In his filing Tuesday, Chase alleges that Mrs. Coolidge, along with her husband Kenneth Coolidge, conspired with Officer Parks to entrap Mr. Whittaker. According to this filing, Parks has harassed Whittaker for years, and he instructed the couple to parade around in one of Marysville’s most crime-ridden neighborhoods, where Whittaker is known to hang out, in an attempt to make themselves look like easy targets. Chase alleges in the 22-page filing that this was ‘classic police entrapment,’ and he’s seeking a new trial. Chase further claims in the filing that Municipal Court Judge Raphael Ortiz tainted the jury with inflammatory comments toward the defense. No date for a hearing has been set. We’ll stay on this story for any new developments. This is Evan Carson for Channel 5 Action News. Back to you.”
“OMG. Are you fucking kidding me?” Rachel held her hand over her mouth. “So, that’s why that guy was taking pictures.” She shuddered. “Ugh. I still can’t believe that little prick of a lawyer sent someone all that way. And it just seems so weird that all this would happen right when internal affairs is looking into you. There’s no way they’re not connected.”
Parks chuckled. “I’ll tell you everything when the time comes, baby, I promise. I just can’t right now. It’ll all make sense when the time comes.”
“It’s okay, I get it.” Rachel kissed her boyfriend’s neck. “Police work. Some things have to stay classified.”
“Thanks for understanding, baby.” Parks rubbed his stomach and frowned at Ken. “I’m hungry — what can you whip up real quick, sissy?”
“Um… I could make a sandwich, Master. Or I’ve got Fruity Pebbles.”
“No, I don’t want no goddamn Fruity Pebbles. Go ahead and make me a sandwich. You got pastrami?”
“Oh, yes, Master, I always make sure to have extra because I know it’s your favorite, Master.”
“OMG, what a little brown-noser.” Rachel giggled as her eager-to-please hubby scooted off to the kitchen.
Ken served the sandwich in less than two minutes flat. When Parks was sated he turned his focus to another hunger that gnawed at him. He pulled Rachel close and she melted in his arms while Ken stood nearby, awaiting further orders after taking his master’s empty plate to the kitchen.
The brawny cop broke off his kiss and smirked at Ken. “Go get the bedroom ready, slave.”
“Yes, Master.” Ken literally ran from the room.
Rachel chuckled at her hubby’s enthusiasm, telling Parks she thought it was “cute.”
“Yeah, he’s a funny little guy, isn’t he? He fucking loves it.” Parks helped his woman rise from the couch and led her by the hand into their love nest, where Ken had turned down the bed, lit candles, and was waiting on his knees with his head bowed.
Rachel stood over her humble hubby with both arms raised. “Want to help me get undressed, Cinderella?”
“Yes, Mistress.” Ken clambered to his feet and removed his wife’s clothes with trembling fingers while Parks relaxed on the bed playing with himself.
When she was nude, Rachel joined her lover on the mattress. He wasted no time, grabbing her by the shoulders, rolling her over and sliding his considerable cock into her juicy pussy.
“Hey, Cindy-Poo,” the alpha cop called over his shoulder. “My booty sure could use a friend.”
Rachel giggled, sending a jolt of degradation through the sissy as he climbed onto the bed and positioned himself behind his master’s muscular ass. With a sigh, he lowered his face, burrowed his nose between the cheeks, and tasted the earthy bitterness.
“Ah, yeah, just like that.” Parks picked up the pace, pounding his cock into Rachel’s flower. Each thrust and parry rocked Ken’s head up and down, as though he were saying “yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,” and affirming how perfect his wife and her stud were together.
As the fucking grew more intense, it became harder for Ken to keep his tongue where it belonged, and he felt like he was trying to stay on a mechanical bull. Eventually, the bucking became so violent the cuck turned his head and abdicated his booty-duty, drawing a growl from his master.
“Get that goddamn tongue in there!”
“Yrs, Mrstr,” Ken replied through a mouthful of ass.
As her ecstasy mounted, Rachel reached behind her lover’s pulsating torso and grabbed Ken’s hair, prompting a yelp from the supplicant sissy. She held on for dear life as Parks hammered harder and harder. Finally, the stallion arched his back in a climactic thrust that was hard enough to knock Ken’s face out of the way for an instant before the slave’s tongue quickly relocated its stinky target.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” With a scream that threatened to have neighbors dialing 911, Parks blew his load deep into Rachel’s belly. The satisfied stud rolled over, dislodging sissy from ass.
“T-thank you, Mistress. Thank you, Master.” Ken wiped his mouth after expressing the requisite gratitude for being allowed in the bedroom during their lovemaking.
Rachel patted her husband’s head. “Go brush your teeth. Hurry up.”
Whenever he’d had his tongue up an asshole, Ken was required to disinfect his mouth with a cupful of mouthwash and a dollop of Crest before he was allowed to lick his masters’ genitals clean. He made quick work of the e coli germs and spent the next 15 minutes or so lapping semen and girl-juice from body parts, while Rachel and Parks cuddled and whispered in each other’s ears.
After every drop had been licked up and swallowed, Rachel reached down and ruffled Ken’s hair.
“Good night, Cinderella. You can stay and be our foot-warmer if you want to.”
“T-thank you, Mistress.” Ken curled up at the bottom of the bed as four feet found homes on various parts of his torso. The slave’s cock throbbed, although he was under strict orders to refrain from touching himself. As he drifted off to sleep, Ken wondered how horny he was going to be after wearing a chastity cage for weeks on end. Parks had ordered one from a website a few days earlier, and since then the sissy had been greeting each day’s arrival of the mail with a mixture of dread and perverse excitement.
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