Dirty Old Men [And Other Stories] (Zane Presents)

by Omar Tyree

  “This is what you want, right, to be tied down, face first, and fucked up the ass?” She grabbed the large, brown dildo with her right hand and began to work it in between his ass cheeks for effect.

  “Stop it,” he told her.

  “Are you sure?”

  Jill began to poke the dildo back and forth into the back of his jeans.

  “Unnnhh,” Derrick moaned, seeming to like it.

  “Are you getting hard from this?” the officer asked. She reached around to the front of his jeans and grabbed at his crotch to feel his hard-on with her left hand. “That’s what I thought,” she responded. The college boy was excited with a stiff one.

  Jill began to rub his real dick through his jeans in the front, while she worked the rubber dildo into his ass from the back.

  “Now you want these pants down or what?” she asked him.

  Derrick had closed his eyes and opened his mouth into the pillow, feeling stimulated. Seeing his mouth open wide, Jill grabbed the smaller dildo with her left hand and brought it up to the boy’s mouth.

  “Suck on it,” she told him. “Go on. It’s a brown Popsicle.”

  Derrick stuck out his tongue and began to suck on the smaller dick, while Jill worked it in and out of his mouth. And her position of dominant power was turning her on. So she began to grind into the young man’s thigh with her own crotch.

  Oooh, this is kinky, the officer thought.

  After a few minutes of working their combined senses into a frenzy with clothes on, Jill abruptly stood up from the bed.

  “Get up,” she told him. Derrick looked up in her direction from the bed and noticed the plain-clothes officer beginning to take her clothes off.

  “Hunh?” he whimpered, not moving.

  “Get the hell up, I told you,” she snapped. She even kicked the damn bed with her right foot.

  Derrick jumped up out of the bed, and his pants were noticeably poked out from his hard-on. Jill immediately grabbed his hard dick with her right hand and started to rub it again, while stepping out of her jeans. She then squeezed his mouth with her left hand and kissed him on it.

  “Do you want a girl or a boy?” she asked while she kissed him. “Pussy or dick?” Derrick didn’t know how to respond. He had never been that close to sex before, from a boy or a girl. He didn’t even know how to kiss. But he was damn sure excited to try it.

  Jill took her bra off and forced him to fondle her naked titties.

  “Go on, play with them. They won’t hurt you. They’re soft.”

  Derrick rubbed the officer’s titties with both hands. While he did that, the officer worked her panties down and began to undo his pants, all the while kissing him on the lips.

  “Don’t,” Derrick told her, slightly pulling away.

  That only irritated the officer. She was tired of his whining. So she snapped, “Shut the fuck up, bitch! You know you want this shit.”

  She yanked his pants down forcibly. Then she grabbed his wet drawers and yanked those down. The boy was so excited that he was dripping all over like a leaky faucet, but he was still hesitant to go all the way.

  Jill told him, “You’re gonna get fucked tonight. You’re not going back to your dorm room without it. Everybody has a first time. Now take the rest of your clothes off.”

  She backed up from him in her full nakedness and waited. But Derrick only stared at her in fear. He didn’t know how to respond. It was all too confusing and sudden for him.

  “Motherfucker, do you want me to get my gun out?” the naked officer threatened him.

  “No-o-o,” Derrick whined, shaking his head and cowering.

  “Well, then take your fucking clothes off. Or do you want me to do it?”

  The young college boy cringed instead of taking off his clothes. That only forced Jill to grab him and strip him down for herself.

  “You know what, you getting on my fucking nerves,” she yelled, yanking the rest of his clothes off.

  “Unnhh,” Derrick whimpered, naked. He looked terrified, but his dick was still hard.

  He has no idea what he wants, Jill told herself. “You know what, you gon’ get both tonight; dick and pussy. Now get in that fucking bed and pull the covers back.”

  Derrick finally did as instructed without her having to force him. The officer then walked over to her bag of sex items and pulled out a pack of ribbed condoms and a tube of K-Y jelly. She then grabbed the smaller dildo as she climbed into bed with the boy.

  “Shit, you in here dripping all over,” she stated about all of his pre-ejaculation. “You sure you didn’t cum yet? Damn!”

  She grabbed his stiff dick and prepared to slide a condom on him.

  “What are you gonna dooo?” he cried.

  “I’m gonna fuck you,” she told him frankly again. “Now you do exactly what the hell I tell you to do. Do you hear me?”

  “Yesss,” the boy answered.

  “Good.”

  When the officer finished rolling her condom over his hard-on, she took the K-Y jelly and rubbed it around the tip and shaft of the smaller dildo. She figured the larger one would be far too much for his first time.

  That shit would break his little ass open, she thought. She then moved into the center of the bed and turned on her back.

  “Get on top,” she told him.

  The college kid moved on top of her as the officer spread her muscular legs around his tender, young body. She grabbed his dick into position between her legs with her left hand, while holding the dildo away from the sheets with her right.

  When the officer looked up into Derrick’s face, the young man still looked confused. This poor boy has no idea what’s about to happen to him. But I’m ready to give him the fuck of his life, she told herself. Better me than some whore out in the streets.

  So she quickly poked his condom-covered dick into her adult-sized pussy, and she closed her legs between his to make it tight. Then she spread his legs wide with her knees, and reached down to his butt cheeks with her left hand, inserting the lubricated dildo into his ass with her right.

  “Unnnnhhhh,” the boy moaned, responding to it, squeezing his ass cheeks shut.

  Jill fought to keep the dildo in position.

  “Let it go in,” she told him. “You want it, right?”

  “It hurrrts,” he whined.

  “Because it’s your first fucking time,” she snapped. “Now let it go in. I’ll do it softer,” she promised.

  Derrick loosened up his ass cheeks, while Jill began to softly push the tip of the rubber dick into the boy’s anus.

  “Oooohh,” he began to moan and move with it.

  Once he was able to relax, Jill started to stroke her body in unison with the dildo. When the dildo went in, she pushed her body into Derrick’s dick, creating a rhythm.

  She told him, “I’m jealous of you, boy. You gettin’ dick and pussy. It feel good?”

  “Yeaaahhh,” he responded, shivering.

  Once their rhythm was established, Jill began to stroke the boy harder, while pushing the dildo further into his ass. And when Derrick jerked forward from the pain, he pushed his dick deeper into her pussy. That made her jam him in the ass harder with the dildo, so she could feel his violent reactions up in the front in her pussy.

  “Oooohh, shit, this is GOOD!” the officer moaned.

  “Unnhh, unnhh, unnhh,” Derrick groaned, reacting to the feelings in his ass, as well as his dick. He was getting the best of both worlds. The police officer was loving it as well.

  “Fuck me good, baby. Fuck me good!” she told him.

  Derrick still had no idea what he was doing. He was mainly reacting. But then he began to feel something rising in his dick. There was a surge building up inside of him.

  “Heeyyy…hey, wait,” he begged. He felt as if something was wrong with him.

  “What?” Jill asked him. She continued to stroke her body in unison with the dildo. She was starting to feel her own orgasm approaching.

  “Oooohh, it feel,
it feel… oooohhh, it feel funneee,” the boy squealed.

  Realizing that he was ready to cum for his first time in some pussy, Jill spread her legs wide and wrapped them around his lower back for better leverage. And Derrick began to pump his dick into her on his own, like a hot rabbit.

  “Oooooh, shit, boooy,” the officer moaned. “That’s how you work it! Work that pussy, baby!”

  All Derrick knew was that something strange was happening with his dick. Then he lost control of himself when it finally hit him. A strong stream of pleasure squeezed itself out of his tiny dick hole and into the condom that penetrated the police officer’s pussy.

  “Oooh, oooh, oooohhh,” he moaned, shook, and panted. Jill gripped him by his ass with both hands and released her own juices. She made sure to keep the dildo secured in his anus with the edges of her fingers, so that the college virgin could feel it all. And he damn sure did, too! He was in a triple bliss; his first nut, his first dick, and a woman’s orgasm all in one.

  When it was over for both of them, the young college student was all out of breath and amazed.

  “Well, congratulations,” the police officer cheered. “You finally got what you needed. Now you can stop acting like a bitch all the time and get your attitude right.”

  Derrick giggled at it, feeling all loose and giddy. “I’m not that bad,” he told her.

  “What? Yes, you are that bad,” she argued. “But once I got to know more about you, I knew just what your ass needed.”

  Derrick giggled again.

  Jill told him, “Now give me a kiss.”

  The boy leaned over and awkwardly kissed her on the lips.

  The officer shook her head at his terrible attempt. She mumbled, “Yeah, I’m gonna have to teach you all kinds of shit; how to kiss, how to suck these titties, eat pussy, work your hips right…”

  “Is that all a part of your ‘Private Outreach Program?’” Derrick asked her sarcastically.

  Officer Jacobs chuckled at the idea. Then she warned him, “As long as it remains private. You hear me?”

  “I know,” he told her. “Everyone knows that police officers can’t be going around fucking college students.”

  Jill nodded to him. “Good. Because I don’t wanna have to come find your ass for the wrong reason. And if I come looking for you, then you want me to come looking to fuck you, not to fuck you up.” She looked into his love-struck eyes and repeated, “You hear me?”

  “Yes, I hear, you. And I wouldn’t tell anybody,” the college boy responded.

  “Motherfucker, you better not,” the hardened officer warned him again. “Because if I have to go to jail for your ass.”

  “I won’t,” he promised her. “Did I tell on those guys who beat me up? I’m not like that.”

  “So, you’re just a sweet little momma’s boy, hunh?” Jill teased him.

  “Whatever,” Derrick hummed with a grin. His attitude had taken a one-hundred-eighty-degree turn for the better.

  “Hmmph,” Jill grunted, squeezing him as he lay beside her. “I’m gonna tell you something about me then. Okay? And you don’t tell anybody about this either.”

  “Okay,” Derrick agreed. He felt great that she even trusted in him.

  “Well…when I was first trying to become a police officer, a lieutenant on the force…he thought I wasn’t rugged enough. He thought I was too much of a girl for the job. So, he umm…took liberties with me.”

  Derrick listened. “You mean he fucked you?” He was straight to the point.

  “In all kinds of ways,” Jill admitted. “He taught me how to ride him, how to suck dick, how to take it in the ass. But he knew that umm…I liked it. And I told myself that I could take it. And that helped me to become one of the best police officers, knowing that I could take whatever people had to dish out to me, you know.”

  “So, now you’re gonna teach me to take it, right?” Derrick asked her with a sadistic smile.

  “Yeah, but AIDS is serious out there, boy,” Jill warned him.

  “You think I don’t know that? Like you said, I am in the medical field,” he countered.

  “Well, you won’t mind then, if I kick your ass, if I ever see you hanging out in the streets again.”

  “I’m not. I already learned my lesson about that. But I wasn’t gonna go home with anybody. I just wanted to meet someone.”

  “Well, now you have,” she told him. “And I’m a lot safer than the drug-infested riff-raff you gon’ run into out in the streets. You hear me? So don’t make me have to shoot your ass if I catch you.”

  “You told me that already.”

  “I’m just trying to make sure you hear me.”

  Derrick stared at her and didn’t answer.

  Officer Jill Jacobs added, “Especially if you’re fucking with me now.”

  “All right already. I get it.”

  She then looked into Derrick’s girlish face and leaned over to kiss his lips again.

  “You’re such a pretty little bitch; you know that, right?”

  “Whatever.”

  Jill grinned and asked, “You want some more?”

  Derrick smiled bashfully. “Yesss.”

  “Well, turn your little ass back over then.”

  The college boy did as she told him without a fuss. Jill then kissed and licked his tender back.

  Derrick arched his back, feeling wonderful. “Unnnhh,” he moaned.

  Officer Jacobs stopped and grunted, “Mmmt, mmmt, mmmph.” She stared down at the boy’s smooth ass, before she softly bit him.

  “Ouch!” he whined and jerked his ass away. “That hurt.”

  Jill rose back up to his ear and told him, “Bitch, that’s what I’m gonna do if you fuck with me. I’m gonna hurt you. You’re my bitch now, you hear me? And I’m a jealous motherfucker, too. Now you let me catch your pretty ass back out there doing something I don’t want you to do. And I’ll arrest your ass and anybody I catch you out there fucking with. Now you try me.”

  “How many times are you gonna tell me that?” Derrick asked her. He had heard her warnings enough. And after all that, she softly bit his earlobe while grinding his bare ass.

  “I want you to be my pretty bitch,” the officer confessed to him.

  “I am already,” Derrick confessed back. “So you don’t have to tell me that.”

  “Good! And you better know it, motherfucker. I am not playing with you.” Then she kissed him softly on his neck, and went on to have her way with the boy for the rest of their first night. And she no longer had to worry about his sour attitude.

  CONFLICTIONS

  Melanie Morgan had the most perfect black body you could ever imagine. But where she was attempting to find work in Hollywood, California, her body was simply too much. The camera was used to straight-up, straight-down girls with curves that barely registered. Or maybe a little extra bump up front in the titty department wouldn’t hurt…for a white girl. But poor Melanie had the full Venus shape, with ass, hips and titties, which doomed her to countless come-on lines and intimate propositions from the men she hoped to find work with in the movie industry. Even a few freaky women had approached her. But none of them had given her any work.

  Born and raised in Oakland, Melanie’s black, satin skin and big, expressive eyes, only added to her allure, compounding her issues with professional flirtations. In fact, all of the extra attention she seemed to draw was what made her decide to try her luck in the movie business to begin with. People would constantly stare at her. So she figured, why not be paid for it? But since she was a practicing Christian from a strict household, she was not willing to accept any roles that included nakedness or acts of lewdness. Her loving family in Oakland would have been mortified. And what kind of message would that have been sending to her two younger sisters?

  “But this is all make-believe. You do know that, right?” the acting instructors, film directors, and producers all informed her. “You’re not really doing it, you’re acting it out. You’re in character.
”

  Nevertheless, Melanie remained apprehensive, especially once she had made it close enough to the real movers and shakers of Hollywood to experience the delusional power they held over aspiring actresses. She saw, firsthand, competing women who were willing to do just about anything to be cast for even a small role as an extra.

  “If you really want it, you gotta go get it, girl,” the bolder actresses advised her. “They can’t cast you if nobody sees you.”

  They explained to the innocent Oakland girl that Hollywood was not a child’s game. Hollywood was the playground for grown-ups, and they all played there for keeps.

  So Melanie continued to think about how she would negotiate her morals to accept the conditions of a film role in television, video, or anything where she could be seen and called on for something bigger.

  I might have to be…a little bit wild for a minute, she told herself. She moisturized her body with lotion and got dressed for another audition up in Beverly Hills.

  “Hey, are you ready today, Melanie?” her talent agency assistant called to check up on her. Melanie was on her way out the door and was eager.

  “As ready as I always am.”

  “Well, get up there and have a blast. And good luck.”

  Melanie climbed into her small car on a foggy Los Angeles morning, slightly after eight. She then drove into the crowded morning traffic headed north toward Beverly Hills on Interstate 405. She took a breath to compose herself.

  “Whatever happens happens,” she stated. She was finally ready to loosen up and see where it took her.

  When she arrived at the Bel Air studio near UCLA’s campus before nine, she parked her car in the crowded lot and joined the long line of aspiring actors, who waited outside the entrance door and down into the parking lot.

  Mannn, I hate these early-morning auditions. They always start off so crowded.

  Usually, the all-day auditions were less crowded during the late-morning and late-afternoon hours. Many aspiring actors were anxious to be seen early, or had to work later on in the day. Melanie was there early because of her work schedule as well. She was due to check in for work at West Coast Video at one o’clock that afternoon. She had no choice but to crash the audition’s long, early line with the rest of the anxious crowd.