The Bounty Hunter - The First Case

by Mr. Twister

 

My business card says ‘Marcie Washington, Tracker’ but my real job is finding the dirtbags and the scum of the earth who’ve jumped bail hoping they’ll never face their accusers in the halls of justice. Chasing and capturing these fugitives is satisfying and given a real purpose to my life. Most wouldn’t call it a noble occupation, but what I do supports our legal system and is necessary to preserve our society.

Before, I found my calling, I had tried a long list of dead end jobs and the only satisfaction I found was exercising rigorously to maintain my body. Martial arts, exercises and pumping iron kept my nearly six foot frame tight and fit though many of the looks I got were from the solid 40D’s ( probably be DD’s or and E cup if I didn’t keep my body fat low) planted on my pecs. Others were drawn to my olive toned skin and black hair that’s the result of my multiracial genes from most of the earth’s continents. No casual observer, however, realizes that nature couldn’t decide so I’m one of the fortunate few that can give as much, or more, than I receive. You see, I’m a hermaphrodite and have a very nice and warm pussy and a very tempting and fully functional nine-inches (soft) that should’ve been my clit.

For most of my life, I was uncomfortable with my body. My height, skin tone and massive orbs never let me be part of the masses and my secret accessory kept me from being a normal teen. To combat teasing, I dressed blandly and became known as a ‘loner’ hoping I’d find my niche and begin enjoying life and my unique attributes. Until that happened, my only outlet of pleasure would be keeping my torso taut.

A chance meeting with a desperate bondsman proved to be that ‘moment’. Dressed in my normal halter top black spandex leotard with my secret meat comfortably hidden between my pussy lips, I sensed a pair of eyes glancing at me as I did my usual reps at the gym. Minutes passed as I worked through the muscle groups until my eyes locked on those of a slender blonde haired guy who was walking on the treadmill.

Not enjoying a feeling of being ‘stalked’, I interrupted my routine and walked over to the voyeur and said, "I don’t think I know you...so stop gawking."

"I...I’m sorry. I...I just can’t stop looking at you," he answered. "You’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen."

"Try turning around," I retorted and headed back to work on my abs on the slant board.

I completed my usual number, climbed off and was headed for the pecs routine when I noticed Mr. Meek had, indeed, turned around but was staring at me in the mirror. I was pissed and headed straight to him not realizing every step jostled my melons under the spandex and added to his excitement. When I got to him, he couldn’t turn around because his stiff dick was poking like a finger against his nylon shorts and his faced was flushed more from embarrassment than from exercising.

"What’s your problem?" I asked. "Are you a pervert?"

"N...n...no," he stammered. "I’m sorry...really. I come here often and see lots of women and everything’s normal. I see you and this happens," as he pointed to his ‘woodie’. "I can’t help myself."

Nobody ever was so absorbed with me. I figured all he needed was an eyeful so I unsnapped the halter straps, yanked them down and exposed my firm mammaries to his leering eyes saying, "Satisfied?"

A second later, a dark wet spot began growing on the front of his shorts as he shot his load, and I pulled the top back up and covered my tits leaving for the shower knowing I’d never finish my workout with him there.

Twenty minutes later, I’d washed the incident from my mind, finished drying, put on my forest green warmups and headed for the lobby only to find Mr. Meek waiting. After introducing himself as Carl Bronson, he finally got my attention by offering me a job for a lot more money than I’d ever earned...and the job was to chase and capture bail jumpers, often called Bounty Hunters.

After a training period where I learned firearms, apprehending, techniques of tracking along with the proper legal mumbo jumbo from Carl’s staff, I got my first case. Some dork named Barry Franks saw himself as a millionaire, but barely had a pot to piss in. He had a rap sheet for passing bad checks but his last check was for a brand new Viper that he was still driving. That’s called Grand Theft Auto and there was a nice bonus for getting the car as well as Mr. Franks (a.k.a. Frank Barry, Barry Franklin, etc.)

The file had all the information he’d given for his bond, his arrest record and photos so I started by meeting his lawyer. That visit and some interviews with past victims made it obvious that Barry’s M.O. began with fast cars and nice looking women. Since my resources were limited, I was able to convince Carl that I needed to use his brand new ‘02 ‘Vette and some money for appropriate clothes.

Dressed in my brand new short pink sheath that proudly displayed my 40D orbs, I visited the dealer who was very helpful. Barry had looked at cars for a fine looking young woman a week before he’d ‘bought’ the Viper and the salesman had properly made a copy of her driving license. Forty minutes later, I was knocking at the door of Miss Cindy Strickland.

"Who is it?"

"My name is Marcie Washington and I’m trying to find Barry. I heard you were his friend."

"That asshole," as the door opened, "Did he screw you too?" Cindy said almost dressed in a bright red bikini that was having trouble completely covering her firm melons.

I took the opportunity answering, "Yeah...I’ll cut his balls off when I get him," figuring she was the latest victim. "Mind if I come in?"

"Not at all. Can I hold his pecker while you slice off his nuts?"

Cindy spent the next ten minutes venting her anger and explaining how Barry had promised everything except the moon and how gullible she’d been before she broke down and started crying. Feeling sorry for Cindy, I walked over and hugged her hoping I could calm her and we stayed embraced for several minutes.

Once she had regained some composure, Cindy thanked me and stepped away then said, "Geez, look what I’ve done to your dress. I’m so sorry. Let me get you a robe and I’ll take it to the 1-hour cleaners," and she started to her bedroom.

"Really, that’s not necessary," I shouted, but she didn’t answer and returned with a robe as I tried again, "Cindy, I’ll take care of it."

"Nope, no can do. I insist. Take off your dress. Marcie, are you embarrassed?" She asked.

I honestly was but sucked it up and said, "Of course not," as I started pulling the back zipper down. Once loose, I shrugged my shoulders and dropped the dress to the floor letting Cindy see my brand new pink lace bra and matching panties before slipping into her robe that was too short and too small across the bust.

She giggled as she saw how poorly it fit, picked up my dress and called the cleaners, then said "They’ll be here in five minutes and promised to be back in an hour. Want something cold to drink?"

After we sat down, I finally, could explain my reason for finding her ex-friend, and she offered to help in any way she could. She always liked cop shows on TV and was excited to be part of an actual case.

The doorbell rang and she answered it and when she returned the borrowed robe fell open exposing my cleavage, which was uncomfortable for me, but apparently didn’t go unnoticed because Cindy changed subjects saying," Marcie, how do you keep your ‘bod’ so damn tight? You’ve got a killer build. Makes my mouth water."

I was surprised by her comments, not realizing a woman might be attracted to me, but gladly told her about my diet and exercise regimen, and offered to take her to my gym if she was interested.

"I would. Give me a little idea...say...you want tighter thighs. Take off the silly robe and show me."

"Ok," and I dropped the robe and lay on the floor as I said, "Working on the inner thighs, you start with legs together pointed straight up...then you slowly spread them like this," and I did that hoping my secret accessory stayed hidden.

With my head on the floor and my arms straight out, I didn’t notice Cindy drop between my legs and was startled when I felt her warm hands gently stroking my inner thighs as my legs split wider and she quietly said, "Marcie, you’ve got an incredible body. There isn’t a flaw anywhere and I can’t find a drop of extra anything."

With her between my legs, I couldn’t finish the exercise so dropped my legs and said, "Well, you get the idea. Any questions?"

"Just one," Cindy said, "You like girls?"

"Huh?"

Suddenly Cindy’s hands were cupping my breast orbs as she bent forward and kissed me on the lips before she said, "Ever kiss a girl before?"

"In high school," I answered as I felt my flaccid dick start to awaken and knew I was in a compromising position. "Cindy, I don’t think..." and she kissed me more passionately letting her tongue dart against my lips as our tits mashed together. My eyes closed and my tongue answered her exploration causing my pussy to moisten...but I didn’t care. Cindy had awakened urges that I hadn’t felt in years...and they felt wonderful.

Her seduction continued as she untied her top before her fingers found the front clasp of my bra and released my mammaries letting our naked tits rub together. She took her kisses to my chin and down onto my firm boobs as she carefully licked my dark nipples erect before kissing my navel and abs. One of her hands fondled my warming titflesh while the other began searching for my slit, but my swelling cock interrupted her exploration, and my heart skipped a beat. Cindy had found my extra added sex attraction and I was afraid she’d be turned off when her vision of this ‘perfect’ body was shattered.

Her kisses stopped and I heard Cindy say, "Now what have I uncovered, Marcie," as her thumbs slipped into the waist of my panties and began pulling them down. "Lift your butt, babe," and I did figuring the fun was over as my cock slowly appeared and stretched as it thickened.

"Marcie, I found something extra...a big and special extra," and I felt her hand wrap around the root and hold it as her lips rolled over the knob. Her tongue swirled along the edge and into my pee slit as my erection continued growing as her other hand found my pussy and she slowly parted the puffy lips. She wasn’t letting go and slid her fist up my stiffness as her mouth engulfed more of me.

I hadn’t had anyone suck my ‘secret’ for a very long time and definitely not while my pussy was being invaded. After a couple of deep mouth fucks, Cindy began jerking my stiff member as her fingers slipped in and out of my vagina and I couldn’t stop writhing and wiggling as she continued her attack. My pole got even stiffer and fatter as her mouth continued stimulating it as she continued probing my cunt with her educated fingers. The pleasure she was giving me was overwhelming and her acceptance of my body was all I needed to erupt. I was on auto-pilot and started twisting and pulling my nipples as jolts of excitement shot through my groin and my cock began squirting cum all over Cindy’s face and tits while my pussy gushed juices.

It took several minutes for my body to recover and I was embarrassed...that I had been so easily seduced...that I had let my guard down...that I had not protected myself. I was really feeling down until Cindy said, "Marcie. I did you. Now it’s your turn!"

Then I realized that Cindy really did like me and hadn’t done it to expose me. She, too, had gotten caught up in the passion of the moment and only wanted to please me...nothing more, and I wanted to repay her.

"Cindy," I said, "How about something more comfortable than a floor."

"Follow me," and she was off me and on her way to the bedroom unfastening and dropping her bottoms as she walked. I did and when I got there, she was already lying on the bed beckoning me with her hands saying, "You haven’t done that for a long while, have you?"

"No, I haven’t...and I forgot how good it feels," as I nestled between her legs and kissed her and my firm globes brushed hers. "You just hit the ‘spot’, Cindy, and I was gone," and I kissed each of her terrific looking wine colored nipples.

I let my kisses move down to her neatly trimmed slit and slowly spread the lips tracing my tongue up and down when she whispered, "Turn around so I can have some fun, too," and I twisted around so her mouth could awaken my semi-soft prick while I kissed and licked her gash.

Cindy had excellent control of her gag reflex and began gobbling my thickening member down her throat while keeping my pussy moist and excited with her hand, and my mouth and fingers caused her clit to pop free of its pink hood telling me she, too, was getting stimulated. This time I wasn’t gone to lose control and I turned back around so my swollen knob was aimed right at her hole. I looked at Cindy as one hand teased her nipples into erection and her fingers did mine while my other hand rubbed my helmet shaped tip up and down her glistening crack. Then I slowly nudged forward letting my member slowly spread her lips, then her vaginal opening until the warmth of her canal began caressing my cock. I pressed in deeper feeling her wet tunnel ripple with excitement and drove further to her cervix, felt it ease and accept my intruder just as our bellies touched.

"You are unbelievable, Marcie. I’ve never felt anything that good inside me. Lay down on me and be still, please," and I settled onto Cindy enjoying the heat of our two joined bodies. I could feel Cindy’s internal muscles spasming with sexual intensity and felt her nipples burning spots into my melons and I slowly began sliding my erection in and out. I raised up a bit letting her hips roll with each thrust trying to get more inside while her clit rubbed my intruder and her hands massaged my breasts and nipples.

The pace quickened with our bodies bobbing on the bed as I pounded her, and her grunting urged me on until Cindy clutched my massive mounds, I drove back in and uncontrollable spasms began shaking her body. Knowing she was having an orgasm put me over the crest and I felt my cock start twitching with each spurt of semen as I flooded her womb with my seed. The second orgasm felt like my whole body was draining inside and I fell back on Cindy as her hands wrapped around me and she began kissing my face, lips and eyes showing me how much she was enjoying this moment. Fortunately, the cleaners returned several minutes later, our love making hadn’t been interrupted and I could get dressed.

Cindy had other ideas and said, "You’re not leaving."

"I’d love to stay, but I’ve got to get going," I said as I looked around for something to cover me.

"I know where the little shit hangs out, and I want to help you get him."

"I want your help, Cindy. I’ve got to go home and change for tonight. Pick you up at eight," as I slipped back into my panties and bra.

She helped me on with the dress before she cradled my now concealed tits and kissed my neck before she said, "If we’re unsuccessful, you’ll spend the night."

I changed into skin tight jeans and a tight elastic scooped top that left my abs exposed, picked up Cindy, who looked great in a short haltered dress, and started our hunt. She gave directions and we hit a number of clubs without finding Barry anywhere. Several times, we were ‘hit’ on and I can’t count the number of unknown hands that fondled one of my ass cheeks or bumped against one of my boobs, but it was part of the job. Cindy finally found a couple of his ‘buddies’ and learned he was due back tomorrow but they didn’t know anything else. It was early so I asked Cindy if she wanted to hit the gym, but she, with a smile, offered a ‘workout’ at her place and that’s just what we did.

As soon as the door closed, Cindy was behind me wrapping her arms around my waist and saying, "You’ve spent all your effort on your physique and neglected your nerve endings. I want to change that tonight," as her firm melons pressed against my back. She continued saying, "Let me show you what you’ve been missing," and her hands moved from my bare waist up to my large mammaries before sliding down to my groin.

I followed Cindy to the bedroom holding hands wanting The warmth and softness of her touch was a delight and I slowly turned to face her and smiled my willingness. We kissed and embraced before I followed Cindy to the bedroom, our arms around each other, where we kissed again and I felt my heart beating with anticipation.

"Be still and let me enjoy undressing you," she said as her fingers lightly danced along my sides and hips. Her hands moved to my lowrider jeans, unsnapping and unzipping the closure before she slipped her thumbs in the waist and slid them to my knees. Her fingers traced my inner thighs as they moved to my top and delicately brushed the undersides of my 40D’s. Shivers of pleasure ran through me and my nipples began to engorge when Cindy’s gently blew streams of air across them causing my slumbering dick to stir. Her hands slipped under the seam of the top and moved upward rubbing the sides of my breasts as I raised my arms to assist.

The jeans had slumped to the point I could step clear leaving me wearing only my shiny satin bra and the matching panties and I began undressing Cindy. My task much simpler, but no less enjoyable as I undid the halter ties while her hands softly massaged my back, sides, and gluts; then unfastened the waist catch letting the dress join the pile of clothes on the floor.

I was expecting Cindy to release my bra but, instead, she began kissing my shoulders and across my pecs as her fingers moved to the back of my legs before returning to the cheeks of my ass while I held her in my arms. Time had slowed to a crawl as we savored the warmth of our bodies and the affection of another woman.

Finally, I felt her hands release my bra and Cindy slowly slipped the straps off my shoulders. As the fabric dropped free, the slight brush of her lips on each of my nipples immediately popped them to attention. The warmth of her mouth and tongue licks stimulated the tips into greater extension while I unfastened her bra before cradling her head in my hands.

She paused from her suckling and whispered, "Join me on the bed," and the two of us ended up lying on our sides facing in opposite directions with our tits pointing at the other’s lips. Cindy’s mouth returned to my warming breast orbs and I returned the favor enveloping her dark red aureole before concentrating on the swelling nubbin. The excitement of feeling your nipples being stimulated while doing the same to another fired my passion to greater heights and I felt the need to do more. My hand trailed across her belly, slid into her panties, and found her warm pussy where my fingers traced the length of her gash. Her legs parted giving my fingers more access to the moistening slit while her hand slowly pushed my panties down.

Our sexual appetites were growing and we moved in opposite directions licking toward the beckoning groin of our partner. My tongue tantalized her puffy lips while she pushed my panties off and freed my cock with her delicate fingers before her lips began laving my helmet shaped tip. As my tongue ran up and down her honeypot, her tongue was licking up and down my swelling shaft, and when I teased her clit from its den, Cindy’s tongue was darting across my knob and pee slit. Then she held my dick against my stomach and attacked my cunt with her mouth, fingers and tongue. I buried my tongue in her vagina and she matched my actions within me while our fingers tickled and tweaked the swollen nipples on the other’s melons.

My body was close to exploding when Cindy stopped battering my slit and said, "Marcie, I’ve got something you need to feel and she turned, opened the night stand and grabbed what I later learned was a Hitachi Magic Wand. "Just lay there and enjoy the ‘buzz’," and I heard a quiet humming as Cindy moved the vibrating head along my inner thighs, up along my stiff dick, around my breasts, across my nipples and back down to my pussy. The sensations were incredible as she teased all of my sensitive parts and unimaginable when she eased the plastic pretender into my soaking cunt. When her tongue traced around the rim of my reddened knob, my excitement exploded and strings of my cum sprayed all over my stomach and tits as my love juices gushed from inside my vagina.

Cindy smiled at me before saying, "You liked that, huh?"

"What a rush...now it’s your turn...lie down, lover," and we traded places.

I couldn’t believe that my dick was still rock hard but it was Cindy’s turn as I began licking and kissing her gorgeous tits and nips before running the vibrator over them. The moistness I left behind expanded her ‘tingle’ zone and her breathing became quicker and shorter. By the time, I’d reached her slit, her juices had moistened it and her love button was fully visible seeking my attention. I attacked her clit with my lips before ‘buzzing’ it and my tongue returned to it as I began sliding the wand into her hole. My hands were stimulating the tips of her melons and when the wide headed knob was completely buried inside her tunnel, Cindy screamed aloud as her own tremors signaled the release of her orgasm.

I just switched the magic wand off leaving it inside and I rested my head on her stomach as we relaxed, and Cindy finally said, "That was just the beginning, Marcie," and she rolled off the bed and headed for her closet. When she returned, I was shocked. Cindy had a thick pink ten-inch pink rubber dick sticking out of a pant-like bridle she was wearing...along with a big grin.

"Since you’re nice and juicy, you need to be fucked, babe. So spread your legs ‘cause here I come," and she knelt between my legs and so slowly fed the huge pretender in me. I’d never felt anything that big inside me and Cindy wasn’t stopping. Deeper and deeper she drove it in me with short jerks outward until she bumped against my stiff meat. Once settled, Cindy began moving and sliding the fat dildo in and one of her hands rode up and down my engorged cock while the other flicked and twisted my erect nipples. I’ve never had all of my erogenous zones stimulated simultaneously and the sexual pleasure was unreal. Jolts and shocks of pleasure rattled throughout my body and I had no control over the direction or duration...just absolute bliss that ended when my vaginal canal began contracting and my dick began spattering her tits with my cum.

This time it was Cindy who relaxed on me as my body returned to a calmer state, and, then, unfastened the fake dick leaving it buried inside me. She left, and returned with another well lubricated bright red sex toy with a series of bulges that grew larger closer to the base. Handing it to me, she straddled my body with her pussy directly above my mouth and said, "Stuff this little guy up my ass."

My lips attacked her puffy gash as my hand slipped up her crack to her sphincter where I positioned the dildo, and slowly began pressing it in. As each bulge entered, Cindy moans urged me on and my semi-soft pole hardened when the whole length was captured inside her bowels. She paused letting her body adjust before changing positions so she now faced me and her hands were cupping my firm orbs and whispered, "You’ve got a plastic dick in your pussy and I’ve got one in my ass. Now I want the real deal, Marcie."

I reached around her thigh and grabbed my now my stone hard prick as Cindy eased back until my bloated tip could feel the heat emanating from her yawning hole. Holding firmly to my breasts, she slowly pushed back forcing the lips guarding her vagina apart as my helmet shaped knob began impaling her. My tip felt the bumps of the dildo wedged inside her ass as Cindy continued her slow trek until every millimeter of my cock was stuffed inside her cunt.

"God that feels good. You’re fucking immense, Marcie. I so filled up. Shit, I can’t stand it," and Cindy began rolling her hips as her ass bounced up and down yanking my meat out and cramming it back in.

She was writhing like a snake as she pinched and squeezed my tits and nipples until she was totally consumed and bobbed her ass in a blur before mashing our tits together and crying, "Please feel me up ‘cause I’m CCCCUUMMMIINNNGGGG!!!," and tremors racked her body pulsing into her hot tunnel and triggering an ejaculation of whatever remained inside me.

Never of us could move...we just were still as shocks of excitement passed from every part of our stimulated bodies and we clung to each other for warmth, comfort, and pleasure.

When my heart rate returned to normal and my body relaxed, I said, "Cindy. If I stay tonight, we’ll do nothing else but make love and I can’t do that."

"Sounds great to me," she answered.

"Seriously," I said, "I’ll stay if you promise no more sex...until we nab Barry Franks."

"You gotta deal, Marcie," and she kissed my nose in a playful way before we separated, dispensed with all the objects stuffed in various places, and fell asleep cuddling.

Cindy had mentioned she thought Barry might have a bit of a ‘kinky’ side and thought a little leather look just might snare him, so we did a bit of shopping for our evening bar crawl. We found a pair of black leather pants that felt like they were glued around each of my tight ass cheeks and a couple of hooks that I’d hang my hand cuffs on. Finding a top was tougher because most were made were women with pillowy boobs. Cindy convinced me to be a bit daring and I bought a leather bra that was like a gun holster around my melons and a short jacket with a few chrome studs for accents to wear outside.

As we walked up to the first club and I saw the eyes tracking us I knew Cindy had picked out the right outfit for me. I will say the leather look along with my ripped physique and stature eliminated the cute pats on the ass and the nudges against my tits I’d experienced the night before, and I was thankful for that. Still, we struck out at the first few places we tried.

Then we hit paydirt when Cindy pointed out my target. We’d previously agreed that Cindy would leave so he wouldn’t be ‘spooked’ and I’ll admit I felt a rush of adrenaline as I made my way closer. I found a spot by the bar where there was a bit more light and waited. The minutes passed as he moved about until our eyes locked as he looked in my direction, and he began sauntering in my direction.

‘Yes’ I silently said to myself and waited as the nicely dressed, but slightly pudgy and four or five inches shorter ‘mark’ finally stood in front of me and said, "Don’t I know you?"

"Possibly...you’re..."

"Barry...Barry Franklin. I never forget someone as attractive as you. Can I buy you a drink and figure out where we’ve met?"

"Tonic water with a twist would be nice," I answered.

"I don’t know if the outfit makes the body or vice versa, but they’re both terrific," he said as I watched his eyes quickly enjoy my scenery.

"It IS the body, buddy," I snapped, "I enjoy leather and games."

"Sorry," he said, "and I like games."

"Okay, stick your hands out," as I reached for my handcuffs and I swear he had an instant ‘boner’ because I saw his pants ‘tent’ out with anticipation.

He stuck them forward but didn’t touch my holstered mammaries as I slipped the chrome bracelets and snapped them shut; then he said, "Now what?"

"Got wheels?" I sneered.

"Sure...the ticket’s in my pocket," and I reached in playing a little pocket pool and confirming his puny stick was stiff like a chicken bone before getting it.

"You’re mine," and I pulled him by the cuffs and headed for the exit making sure my firm gluts bobbed pleasing his longing eyes where we waited for his car. Barry was reveling in the glory of the score he’d just ‘made’ knowing every other guy would trade places with him; and I was delighted when the Viper pulled up. The attendant was startled when he opened the passengers’ door and a cuffed guy struggled in while the statuesque babe wearing a painted on leather outfit (me) jumped into the driver’s seat.

"Now where? I’ve got good stuff at my place if you’re interested," he said.

"You said you liked games. Right? Sit back, shut the fuck up, and hang on," and I ripped a stretch of black rubber exiting the lot.

Five minutes later, I pulled into the fenced receiving area of the police station and all the color drained from his face as he squealed, "You cunt! You fucking tricked me."

"Wrong, putz. You tricked yourself," and I waved a couple of cops over to extract Mr. Franks. Besides, I didn’t want to mess up my brand new leather outfit.

After doing the paperwork, while I felt every pair of eyes in the station scanning every bulge on my body, I got back in the Viper and called my boss. I must’ve sounded like a hyperactive teen gushing the details of my first success, but I was proud of what I had accomplished.

My next call was to Cindy who made the capture possible and had begun educating me in the ways of adult sexual pleasure. I definitely wanted more lessons in making love, but tonight, we were celebrating that one scum bag would face justice.

 

 

 

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