Unconfirmed Reports [MF] [blowjob, deepthroating] [anal]

*The United States, in the late 2000’s*

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The road was long and weary, two lanes stretching out to the horizon amongst the desert plains and rocky mountains. I was always glad to be on the road, seeing the sunsets and sunrises behind the wheel, rather than be cooped up in Headquarters.

“The FBI certainly doesn’t take reports like this lightly.” I joked outloud, looking over to my folder. If they really gave a shit about some unconfirmed reports of an illegal sex cult, they would’ve sent more than me.

My life is expendable and mediocre – and trust me, my boss knows. Doesn’t think I’m worth being on homicide, or sting ops, or drug busts. Hell, I could go missing, and would anyone even notice?

But still, I was grateful for the road anyway. At the end of the journey, hours away, a small American town as old as gold rush days. For now just blue clouds lining the distance, and an empty road.

Eventually I came upon a gas station. I pulled in to the old station,the pumps were old fashion but mixed with new ones – a brandless gas station out in the middle of nowhere, the closest civilization is the nearby town – the target of my investigation. A single car is outback.

I take a look at my surroundings while I wait on the pump. There’s lots of forests, hills, and mountains all around us, deep in the eastern part of california. There’s only one old road leading into the town, with nothing but this single gas station for hours. If there was a place to have a sex-cult town for decades, I suppose this would be it.

The pump handle clicks, and I go inside to pay. I leave my badge and my gun – a Smith and Wesson model 1076 – in the car. If this town is a criminal hotbed, I’d best keep a low profile.

Inside is a collection of snacks and alcohol, and an extremely bored young attendant, her thumbs are in her flip phone, typing away with tiny clicks to the small buttons. She puts down the phone as soon as I look at her, and stares at me with a wry smile and a flip of her blond hair. I turn to browse the aisles for snacks, but really, I’m just extending my time here to take glances at this girl. She looks to be 18 enough at least.

Problem is, she’s taking more of a glance at me than I am at her. In fact, she’s just kind of staring at me, smiling, not looking away for a second.

I finally decide, fuck it, I’ll get a soda. I pick up a Pepsi Twist and go to pay. People say its terrible and will be discontinued by 2006, but I like it.

“How are you doing today Miss?” I say, struggling to smile. She’s… kinda creeping me out. Her stare is intense.

“Oh, I’m doing good, now that there’s someone around to talk to too finally.” She nervously laughs. “I haven’t seen you around these parts. Are you new here Mister?” She said.

“Oh uh, I’m visiting some family here.” I said, pulling a standard cover story.

“Ohhh, who you visiting? Bet I know the family name.” She asked. Shit, fuck. This is a really small town. Everyone knows each other – and I can’t even think of a random name.

“Alright, you got me.” I said, putting my hands in the air.

I lean in closely, crossing my arms across the counter.

“I’m actually here on some secret business, but I’m not supposed to talk about it.” I whisper.

“What is it?” She whispers back, and leans closer to me. I’m messing with her, but she’s not picking up on it.

“Air-force investigation. Some strange signals detected in the mountains nearby. Could be anything, doesn’t seem even *human* if you get my drift.”

She gasps. “Wowww…” the teen says.

I put my fingers to my lips.

“Don’t tell anyone sweetheart.” I say, whispering.

“Yes Da- I mean sir.”

I hand her the cash and walk out with my change.

Wait… Oh fuck, I’m such a moron. She has a cell phone and she’s a teen. The whole fucking town will hear and know my bullshit story before I even arrive. Fucking idiot!

I get in my car and angrily turn the key. Back on the road for another hour.

Did she almost call me Daddy?

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The town is a mix of old and new, some buildings are old and western while others are just brick, the only modern looking building is the school. There’s a small airstrip just outside the town. Ah, good old FBI intel, insisting I had to drive all the way here and that there was no other way.

I finally find the inn, a worn brick two story building adorned with sculptures of horses and cowboys. The floor is a dark hardwood and it creaks with every step, it makes the inside dark and moody, and it smells of cigars and steak. Some kids are playing in the lobby, and their relatives I assume – an old man and a younger woman – both behind the bar, looking at me hoping for business. Well, I’m on the FBI tabs, so you’ll be getting plenty of money from me.

“Howdy!” The old man says, cheery as could be. He’s got such a classic old look, grey short hair, a grey thick mustache, a white button-up shirt tucked into his jeans and a belt complete with adorned buckle engraved with a wild horse. I like this guy.

“Howdy,” I said in return. “I’d like to rent a room for a week.”

“Sounds good partner. Can my daughter here get you some breakfast?”

“Oh, maybe later, I’d like to get nice and settled first.” Oh god, you ever do that thing where you start speaking in a country accent all the sudden? It makes me feel like such a moron. I bet he can tell too, he’s the real deal.

“Alrightly then. Clive! Help this man with his bags!” He yells down the hall. “Clive’s my grandson. He never seems to hear me, always on that damn phone.” He laughs.

“I hear ya.” I laugh. I’m still doing it.

“Clive! Get in here!” He yells again.

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Clive was a shy boy, but strong enough. I’m hoping he’s unassuming enough that he doesn’t chat about my luggage, in particular the lockbox with my pistol, badge, and case file.

Clive leaves, but in walks the daughter of the old man. She’s filled out like nothing I’ve ever seen outside of magazines. Her big breasts bounce behind her apron, and he hips sway as she carries the tray in. She’s young, early twenties for sure.

“I know you said no breakfast yet Mister, but I thought you would be hungry so I made you some pancakes and coffee.” She said.

“Oh, thank you.” I said. She stood in the doorway nervously, shifting on her feet in place.

“You can set it on the desk.” I said, turning to my luggage and watching the nervous woman out of the corner of my left eye.

I then watched her, while I unzipped a duffle bag, suddenly get on her knees – adjust her auburn hair out of her face, and adjust her breasts and seemingly just wait there with a smile. What the fuck?

“What are you doing?” I asked, now stood still in bewilderment and confusion, hands still at the duffle bag but completely motionless.

“Oh, I thought that, you would… I…” She became red faced and stood up quickly, fast walking out of the room muttering to herself “I’m such a dumb blonde oh my god…”

Well that was fucking weird. Listen, I’m not the brightest guy but, it kinda felt like, she was offering her ‘services’ to me. Maybe forgot I wasn’t from here? Is she a prostitute? Or worse, made to satisfy customers?

Maybe there is something to this report.

Well, time to do some good old fashioned investigation. And here I thought I was gonna be drinking for the whole weekend. First thing I’m going to do, talk to that young woman. I need to get information out of her, but I can’t spook her, can’t let her know who I am.

I ate my pancakes, not even bothering to unpack now. I don’t have time, because she’s gonna comeback for the tray when I’m done soon, and I need to speak carefully. I’m pretty sure she’s made to do whatever it takes to please the guest, but she’ll tell her Dad if I say anything radical. If she’s been doing this a while, it could be kinda a stockholm syndrome type deal – where she’ll rat me out as a fed because she thinks its her best option to keep to her group and warn them of outsiders. Still though, I somehow have to confirm that she indeed is made to *service* the guests.

She comes back just as I’m done, and heads over to the desk to pick up the tray.

“Before you do that.” I say. God, it feels so dirty to act this out – my adrenaline is roaring. Just gotta ask the right questions.

“Get on your knees like you did before.”

She smiles. Not a nervous smile, almost a… reassured smile. Like something would be off if I didn’t ask her to submit to me. In truth this is making me incredibly hard, but I better mind myself, because taking advantage of the situation is against FBI ethics, and those bastards love their Unethical Conduct Report paperwork. Its like drama and office gossip to those vultures.

I walk across the room and close the door. I sit down on the kind sized bed, looking at her. She excited, her hips are fucking gyrating, she’s horny as hell.

Okay, Look, even if she LIKES it, its still a crime to coarse her into this. Just because she looks like she’s ready to fuck the football team doesn’t mean its right. *Keep it together Jim… you stupid fuck.*

“What’s your name?” I ask calmly, with a smile.

“Emily, sir.” She answers with a smile. Her voice has changed: from nervous to sultry and wicked. She’s looking at me with a wild look, as if being required to follow my commands is the only thing holding her back from forcing herself on me like a wild animal.

She’s dressed in a moderately long shirt, boots, and a sky-blue blouse that seems like it should be bursting at the buttons already from the size of her massive tits. She remains silently giving me the eyes while I look her up and down, she seems to enjoy the feeling of my gaze wandering and sizing her up and down. She bites her lip and licks it. Is it possible its just a show? A well trained girl?
If she is trained to do this… she was trained by a master. Of course maybe, she just likes it.

“And what do you do here, Emily?” I ask playfully.

“I cook, I clean, you know… all the womanly things. I do as I am told, as would any good girl.” She says, in an as-a-matter-of-fact tone.

“How often do you get guests here?” I ask.

“Not very often, sir… I uhm… I haven’t had the pleasure of serving a guest, in a long time.”

“I can tell.” I say with a smile. It makes her hips gyrate faster, but still going in slow, smooth circles. I mean, while I’m here, as long as I don’t go too far… I might as well have a little fun. Just some peeks is all.

“Stand up, turn around and lift up that skirt.” I command. I’ve never felt so in control. Its been a while since I’ve been with a woman – and they never… oh dear mother of god.

Under her skirt are no panties to be found. She stands with her legs slightly spread, and her hands hold back her skirt while holding apart her ass cheeks – her holes laid bare. They look tight. She’s shaved to perfection – with no stretch marks and a perfect skin tone all over. Behind her legs, her tits hang in her blouse.

“Stand up straight again, blouse off.”

She begins to unbutton.

“Tear it off.” I command. How far will she go anyway?

I expected her to pout, but instead she pulls on her blouse hard; in two rips, the buttons scatter the floor and she removes the ruined shirt to reveal a dark blue, lace, push-up bra. She shows an incredible amount of cleavage. She’s bursting at the seams, she can hardly take my slow, drawn out foreplay.

She feels herself up to show me their weight, grabbing at them through the fabric, her tits are so big I don’t know if I could grab one all at once with two hands.

“Bra off.” The words seem to come out of my mouth without thought now. I have to stop somewhere, but I never decided where…

Her bra slides off her shoulders and drops to the floor. She lifts up her skirt for me, and does a little twirl, giggling and red-faced from arousal. Her tits bounce and jiggle with her movements.

“Get everything off, now, you little slut. God, look at you.” I say. I can’t help but grab myself in my jeans – I desperately need out of them.

She cheerfully kicks off her boots and now stands before me – a near perfect body, a horny and obidient mind.

I thought about a lot of things alarmingly fast, as her hands traced the curves of her hips. I thought about my shitty position in the Agency. My shitty boss, my ex’s and all the drama. I thought about the ethics board, the panels of uptight desk jockies and clowns. FUCK them. FUCK the agency.

“Come here and sit on my lap.” I commanded.

She sits her fat ass down on my lap and wraps her legs around my waist, pressed so tight against me I can feel the heat of her wet pussy all the way through my jeans. I grab at her tits and kiss her deeply, passionately. I feel myself letting go – willing to let the rest of my world fall just to fuck this one hot piece of ass.

I turn around and throw her on the bed, her legs are spread wide open, a glistening wet pussy waiting for and needing a hard fuck. She pinches her own nipples while I strip off my jeans, underwear and shirt.

I motion her to my front. She eagerly slides off the bed onto her knees and takes a hold of my cock. She’s no tease, and is quick to give me what I want. Her mouth surrounds me, and reaches for my base. She gags, her hands play with my balls and stroke the base, and you can hear ever louder slurping as her saliva flows and coats me from balls to base to tip.

Fuck, I have to pull her off just to not cum immeadiately from her trained slutty throat. I pull her up and throw her back onto the bed. I sort of stand there looking at her, taking it all in; before I do my best to ruin her.

She lays on her side, looking up at me with spit dripping from her chin. Her breasts hang towards the bed, she plays with herself by reaching one hand down her belly to slowly rub her pussy, while the other reaches down her back, and slowly rubs her asshole, her hips and whole body grinding into the air.

“Fuck me please… fuck me everywhere. Please, please fuck me hard – make me dirty…” She begs.

I’m inside faster than I can think, slowly pushing inside her hot, wet cunt. The first is slow, but I can’t help but ramp up quickly. She doesn’t moan like those porn stars, her whole body shudders at being penetrated. Her eyes widen before closing, and her breathing gets even faster than before. Her voice cracks and she coos at the long missed feeling.

Its been ages since I had pussy like this, and it only has made my appetite more extreme. I force her to change positions at will, and at each command she bends, stretches and shifts to let me fuck her in new ways. I make her blow me and taste herself, I grab a hold of hair and hold her mouth at the base until she gags and convulses, only to roughly force her back down. My mind is racing – its not like being with any women I’ve ever been with before. I always double-checked my desires, careful not to piss them off. But now, I could hear in her moans, I could do anything I wanted. I stopped thinking; and merely used my complete, uncaring control over her – and revelled in how she enjoyed my rough abuse.

I flipped her over on her belly and motioned her legs together, straddling her and her plump ass. My hand rubs and fingers her pussy, and I use it as lube – rubbing it along her ass cheeks, and her asshole itself. I’ve always wanted to try it.

My cock is lubed with her wetness and spit, I let my weight push me inside through her tight hole. A whole new set of vocal sounds accompany it, her moans turn to groans and cries, but as I pull back – its so dirty and good she can’t help but thrust her ass up, hoping to hold me deep inside. Being on top of her lets me lift and let my weight ram it inside her, she takes it to my balls and grabs a hold of the sheets. I just kept ramming, and ramming, slow and hard, listening to her cries for more and more.

I’m finally ready to let loose, I feel the constant sound of my hips slamming into her ass, her groans turn back to moans as she reaches new heights of anal pleasure. I grab on to whatever I can, my hands settling around her neck, and hold on for dear life as I spurt balls deep inside of her ass, my whole body shaking from a peak of pleasure that exceeds anything I’ve felt before.

When our bodies had settled down, I simply lay there, half-limp inside of her cum-filled ass. She breaths heavy, gasping breaths, and I realize just how sweaty we both are. For a while, I enjoy the feeling of being calmly situated inside her, the bliss of post-orgasm that one only experiances when cumming inside.

I’m tired, and I simply drift off like that, my eyes drawing closed; not even caring to pull it out. She sounds like she’s drifting off too though, perfectly happy to sleep under me with a cock up her ass if that’s what I choose, in all her perversion. As I drift off to sleep, I can’t help but think that I still want to investigate the town, and find all its secrets.

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If you enjoyed this story and would like to see more of Unconfirmed Reports, leave a comment and tell me what you think. Its been a while since I last wrote, and I’m trying some new things out. Thanks for reading.

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