Reporter on the Rise (closed for bankbabe13)

[bankbabe13]

Faith backed off slapping Steve which echoed in the shower. "I...I am not that kind of girl, this is...is highly unprofessional". The blonde stammered. With her arm behind her back, it caused her full breasts up and out a bit. Her face scarlet red as she couldnt block her exposed breasts or smooth pussy lips. Anger in her eyes, breathing quickened now but Faith made no attempt to exit the shower.
Did she enjoy the taboo attention? Or just too shocked to move away? Her eyes gazed downward a few times to Steve's crotch area and his semi erect cock then back up to a staring contest as the warm water cascaded over both of them.

 

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Steve smiled at the slap from Faith.

“You’re not that kind of girl?” he said with a laugh. “Is that what you said to Officer Ross? You reeked of sex when you came out of the interview room.”

He slid his hand down from her throat to cup her right breast as he held her tightly around her back.

“I’m sure he couldn’t keep his hands off tits like yours, kid,” he said as he fondled her breast and pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “You’ve got a great pair, and they’re going to help you go far in this business.”

He kissed her again as he slid his hand down over her hip and then to her vee.

 

[bankbabe1313]

Faith Lutz blushed as Steve commented on her full 38C chest and felt them up like melons in a store. Her breathing increased as his hand trailed down her belly to her shaved most intimate area. The blonde reporter backed up in a vain attempt to create space but only pinned herself further in the front corner under the cascading shower head.
The water was warm and steamy yet her curvy frame shook slightly from the taboo nature and tension developing in the air. Her body secretly liking the bold moves even though her mouth protested, half hearted at best.

 

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Steve laughed to himself at Faith’s protests; it was clear at the police station that she’d abandon any pretense of modesty if there was something to be gained for herself. Now with Steve she could, perhaps, afford to protest; after all, he was paid to promote her career.

Steve didn’t really care about that; he was doing overtime for her, and she was a pretty hot number. He deserved a bit of sex for his efforts. And as for Faith, he was going to have her - now, and again - whether or not she liked it. But he was going to do his best to give her something to like.

He wrapped his right arm around her waist, pulling her shoulder blades against his rib cage and the small of her back against his hard and hot cock. He slid his left hand up from her pussy, across her tits and to her neck, his fingers on one side and his thumb stretched around the other. He lifted as he squeezed, raising her chin and tilting her head backward as his grip tightened around her throat. He looked down at her face, such a pretty face, even covered in water spraying from the shower head. A smile, and he bent his head down, pressing his lips to hers, softly at first, but increasingly harder as the kiss continued. His lips parted, and his tongue slipped out to stroke across her lips, savoring her taste. He held it there a moment and then pressed it hard, forcing his tongue way between her lips and into her mouth. He twirled it and twisted it in a passionate dance with her tongue, oblivious to the torrent of warm water that flowed over them.

 

[bankbabe1313]

Faith, kissed back, then, as if snapping out of a daze and back to reality. "That was a mistake I shouldn't of....." the blushing blonde reporter said in an angry tone as if blaming Steve for getting her all hotband bothered. She pushed him and created space to get out grabbing a towel and wrapoing her soaked curvy frame. She made it about 10 feet out of the bathroom breathing hard from the adrenaline rush as she looked at her dripping frame in the full length mirror on the wall.
She should've got dressed and left but she just froze, her gaze between ger reflection in the mirror and the bathroom, thinking of the cock she saw. It was wrong but emotions were clouding her naive mind as she heard Steve get out but just stood there panting. Was she just confused in the moment or wanting to see Steve naked again?

 

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Steve didn’t stop Faith as she rushed out of the shower. He quickly finished, though, and just as quickly dried himself off. Into the room, then, as naked as he was in the shower, but with a half-flaccid cock. He smiled at Faith as she stood panting in front of the mirror and about three feet from the bed.

“You look good in a towel, sweetheart,” he said seductively. “Just like a 1950s pin-up.”

He stepped up to within an arm’s length of the girl.

“But this isn’t the 50s, sister,” he said firmly. “It’s a new century, and a pin-up should be naked on the bed with her legs spread wide.”

He grabbed her by the waist, one of his big hands on each side, lifted her up and threw her onto the bed. He held on to the towel with one hand so it unwrapped her as she flew through the air. Before her voluptuous naked body stopped bouncing on the bed he took hold of her ankles, raising and spreading her legs. Steve stepped between her legs and poised his now-stiff cock at her smooth-shaven pubis.

“Now, isn’t this more modern, sweetheart?”

His eyes roamed hungrily over her from pussy to tits and then focused on her face as he slowly pressed his organ to her labia.

 

[bankbabe1313]

Dripping wet and breathing hard, faith was scarlet red as she was now completely naked in front of Steve again. "This is NOT professional behavior" Faith Lutz quipped in an almost indignant manner. Her blue eyes wide with nervous fear as Steve and his... good size organ was mere inches away from invading her most intimate area.
Her brain was screaming "get off" but the body was frozen in shock and awe of the bold move. "Ste... steve we can....cannor do this. Your my cameraman!" The blonde reporter said breathy tone and all. Her full 38C chest rising and falling as she let out an audible gasp. Did his cock head just try to probe Faith Lutz' tight pussy? Or was she imagining things?

 

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“All work and no play doesn’t help productivity, sweetheart,” he said with a laugh. “And even professionals need to have fun.”

He continued to ogle her from head to thighs as he held her legs spread.

“I don’t know what it is that ‘we’ cannot do, but after looking at your pretty face and voluptuous curves, I know what I can’t do. And that’s stop. I’ve just gotta cum. In you. On you. Whatever. But I’m not stopping until I’m finished.”

He lifted her legs and held them together in front of his chest, wrapping his left arm around them. As he peered over her feet at her face he took hold of his cock in his right hand and pressed it between her labia, poising it at her pussy.

“Feel good, honey?” he asked as he began rubbing his cock head up and down her furrow and massaging her clit.

He held it at her entrance, pressing it against the resistance of her clenched vagina, as he kissed the arch of her left foot. His kiss grew harder and turned into a love bite, sucking the taut flesh between his teeth to break its capillaries.

“Now,” he said as he left his mark, “I don’t want to do something you don’t agree to, but I am going to have sex with you. So, you tell me where and how you want me to fuck that hot body of yours.”

 

[bankbabe1313]

Breathing hard, again Faith stammered "we cannot do this" trying to talk her way out. She did not verbally say no, yet her lack of moving away essentially said yes. Her mouth opened in a silent gasp and eyes went wide as Steve took her nonverbal "yes" and penetrated Faith's tight pussy. Her hands grabbed the sheets with a vice like grip her thick thighs tensing as she felt Steve slowly slide in, secretly impressed with his size.
Her half hearted protests cut short by her grunts and gasps. Maybe he was really wanting to help her career she thought in her naieve mind. He was cute after all but this was still kindvof wrong her conflicted mind thought as she almost seemed to meet his thrusts with ones of her own.

 

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Faith didn’t respond with her words, but her body told Steve the answer to his question. He still held her legs up as he responded to the little thrust of her hips, slowly sliding his penis into her tight sheath. A gasp of pleasure, and then he spread her legs again, lowering his torso to parallel her, their skin barely touching. Her grunts and gasps, moans and sighs, encouraged him, and he thrust deeper into her, deeper and faster. He bent his head to kiss her as she gasped, and his tongue found a warm welcome between her quivering lips.

He propped himself up on one elbow, then, and his free hand found her breasts, massaging and kneading each in turn. His hips moved back as he shifted his position, and now he could drive his cock inwards and up wards, rubbing its head over that sensitive bundle of sensory nerves in the roof of her pussy. Again and again he stroked her sweet spot with his hard organ, finding pleasure for himself in the tight, hot, velvet of her cunt and working to give her the pleasure of his experienced cock.

 

[bankbabe1313]

"Ahhh Steve we...we cant uugh do thiss mmmmm. Iits a mista...." the blonde reporter grunted in half-hearted protests. Faith bit her lower lip as she could tell by his look that he very much enjoyed how tight Faith Lutz pussy was. She arched her back trying to adjust to the size buried inside nearly hitting her cervix.
Faith's full 38C chest rising and falling to each of his thrusts. Her mouth said "we shouldn't " yet the body was betraying the bubbly reporter. Her big blueish green eyes darting around the room trying to focus on somthing other then what was going on, her mind conflicted.

 

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Steve was enjoying himself with Faith, and not just for her voluptuous body and tight pussy. Her face was incredible. Beautiful, yes, but her expressions were amazing. Utter confusion shifting to carnal pleasure shifting to modesty, and two, and even all three, at the same time.

But the one that kept surfacing, even though she seemed to be trying to repress it, was pleasure. Pure, unadulterated sexual pleasure. Pleasure from the experienced cock inside her.

Steve found his pleasure not only in his physical reactions, but also in the reactions of his eager or not-so-eager partner. He played Faith like an instrument, touching and massaging her outside and stroking her inside, eliciting the most wonderful sounds and expressions you could imagine. He’d watch as she would try to put on a modest face and then he’d undermine it with a quick stroke of his cock across the sweet spot in the roof of her pussy. Confusion? He might grind against her pubis to massage her clit while his cock twirled around inside her snug sheath.

Yes, he was enjoying himself, and enjoying her confused enjoyment just as much.

 

[bankbabe1313]

Faith's curvy body writhed under Steve, her panting echoing through the room, her pale complexion face scarlet red as her body not only betrayed her usual rational thought processes but also Steve's facial expressions at feeling how tight Faith Lutz pussy was
Everytime the blonde reporter tried to half hearted protest, Steve would wiggle inside her in ways causing her to whimper or squeal
"We can't... oh God you feel..." stopping herself from the awkward embarrassed words coming from her pouty lips. Her hands going back and forth from vice like grip on his strong shoulders to the satiny sheets. Biting her lower lip secretly wanting him to fuck her pretty little brains out but surely would never utter those words.

 

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Steve was fully enjoying Faith’s confused response. It was delightful to see her struggling between pleasure and a sense of propriety. And even more delightful to see pleasure winning every contest. He determined to get the most out of this fuck with this hot young protegee. As if he was protecting her.

He lifted her legs again as he knelt upright on the bed, bringing them together in front of his chest, and then turning her on her side. A new angle now, and he drove his hot hard cock deep into her tight cunt. Back out then, all the way, before ramming into her snug pussy once more. He played her like that for a dozen strokes and then rammed in balls deep, twisting and turning his hips to rub his cock all around her velvety sleeve. She was on her right side and he could see her left tit bouncing and rippling with each stroke of his organ. It was too, too tempting, and his left hand took hold of the full soft globe to squeeze and knead it. And then its nipple, grasped tightly between thumb and forefinger for a hard yank and twist as his hips grinded away at her rump.

 

[bankbabe1313]

Faith Lutz' curvy hips shook violently in orgasm, her panting echoed through the room. Then she pulled a move that caught Steve off guard. Maybe caught up in the moment, Steve had pulled out for a second and the blonde reporter flipped over and slid down the bed a bit and took steve into her pouty lips and began to suck like a hungry baby missing its bottle.
Her left hand gripped his shaft and pumped the cock into her mouth as she sucked. Not normally her way but the tension had overwhelmed her senses and instinct took over. Faith bobbed and sucked like a new high end vacuum.

 

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Steve watched in awe as Faith came. Her whole body trembled and convulsed, sending ripples through her soft curves. Again and again she shook like a major earthquake while Steve looked on, propped on his elbows. He felt it, too; felt her quivers rise in a crescendo as wave upon wave of orgasmic pleasure swept over her. And then came the wildest of all, Faith shook so violently that Steve was thrown back nearly a foot, and his cock was yanked clear of her quivering cunt.

It was her last convulsion, it turned out, and the aroused reporter instantly slipped down under him and found his warm, hard, swollen, cock waiting for her. He gasped as her hand enveloped his organ, cradling and stroking it as she guided it between her luscious lips. A moan, then, long and rumbling, as her lips closed on his shaft and her mouth sucked hard on his glans. It was several bobs of her head and strokes of her tongue before Steve regained enough composure to focus on what had happened, on what was happening.

“That’s fantastic, Babe,” he breathed between sighs of pleasure. “You’re fantastic.”

He held himself there for her hand and mouth to bring him to orgasm, to drain him between her beautiful lips.

 

[bankbabe1313]

Moments later Steve came hard. Faith Lutz gagged initially then quickly recovered. Her blonde head bobbing slightly milking steve into her mouth. As Faith Lutz pulled her head off, she had a semi conflicted look in her eyes. Not normally that type of girl so partiality red faced for letting instinct take over but secretly turned on by this seemingly budding chemistry between reporter and cameraman. She knew that dynamic was key to her becoming a star reporter which would feed her princess ego more. As they both lay panting and spent from this unexpected turn of events. Steve gave her two options for next story to cover which were....

 

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Steve slipped his arm under Faith’s neck as they lay beside each other. A little pull, and she was close to him, her breasts, still warm and sweaty, pressed against his sides.

“That was fantastic, sweetheart,” he said as he gave her a hug, “It was a well-deserved pleasure for getting some good work done. And now it’s time to give some thought to where we go next on this story. As far as I see it, there’s two ways we can go.”

He paused as he hugged her again, taking some pleasure in the soft touch of her ample tits against him.

“We can go the usual, the expected, way,” he continued, “and interview friends and relatives to see if we get anymore information than the cops got. Or . . .”

He turned on his side to face Faith.

“Or we can go to the party house and look for what the cops never knew was there. We have skills the police don’t have. They look for ‘evidence,’ with a preconceived idea of what evidence is. I’m a cameraman. I see everything that’s there, evidence that the cops don’t even know is evidence. And you, sweetheart, think about what you have. You’re a socialite, just like the missing girls - you can see in your mind what went on. You can see in the house what cops, and even me, with no experience of being a young socialite, can see. And smell, too. You girls know all the scents - women’s and men’s. The scents can linger faintly for days. I’ll bet they had some men there for entertainment, and I’ll bet you can tell what colognes they were wearing. All that is evidence the cops didn’t consider.”

He cupped her cheek in his palm and looked into her eyes.

“What do you say, kid? Shall we try to break this case? Think what it’ll do for your career.”

 

[bankbabe1313]

The next evening Faith Lutz dressed for undercover assignment at a high end party in the following


She fit right in knowing all the topics to talk of and buzzwords to say. The mansion was an old gothic style. Probably with hidden passages and all. Faith was in a large open room with 20 other socialites and 4 male strippers hired as entertainment. She then noticed a scent. A cologne named "nefarious rebel" it was high end and very exclusively owned. Was one of these strippers wearing this mysterious scent. Faith called one stripper over, a toned 6'3 200 pound Hispanic guy in his 20's. She flashed cash for a lapdance figureing it the best way to determine if this was her target without seeming obvious. The blonde reporter sat in a wooden chair as he approached.

 

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Steve sat in a rented limo not far from the mansion, ready to come when Faith paged, whether it was for the end of the party or for an emergency escape. As he sat he reflected on the day before. The trip to the crime scene was very useful, not only for Faith picking up the faint trace of that unusual men’s cologne, but also for what he saw in the confused array of footprints outside the cabin. There were half a dozen different men’s shoes for sure; even the cops had seen that. But they didn’t see that no matter where the girls’ footprints wandered, they eventually all disappeared around the same place. They likely were picked up from the ground and piled into a van of some sort.

But now it was time for Faith to do some investigating. Steve couldn’t believe these girls would still have a party, less than a week after some of them disappeared from a party. They were, though, and Faith was in there, partying - and digging. He wondered if she’d had any luck sniffing out the unusual fragrance.

Inside, the reporter was having some success. She’d found a man who sported “Nefarious Rebel,” and had asked for a lap dance. As she flashed her cash and took a seat, a few of the other girls gathered around to watch.

“Buenos noces, mi concha,” he breathed seductively as he approached the girl flashing bills and sitting in an armless chair. “You want Ramone to dance for you?”

He was almost naked, only a black silk jockstrap covered hm. He gyrated his hips in rhythm to the sultry music being played as he turned around full circle, giving Faith a good view of his taut, naked ass. Facing her again, he slowly pulled his jockstrap down to reveal an enormous penis.

“You like it, Señorita?” he asked salaciously as he held the thick, twelve-inch long snake up for her approval. “If you pet it, I will dance for you.”

The girls who had gathered around offered their enthusiastic encouragement to Faith.

 

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Blushing at the size, Faith tapped it and it sprang to life, the dancer straddled her lap, the massive dark cock inches from her face. "Suck it honey..suck it honey " the half drunk on wine girls chanted egging the reporter on. "Dont be a prude now princess" one shorter Hispanic girl said. She then approached the duo and one hand took his cock, and Faith's head in the other and pushed them together till the cock popped into Faith's mouth causing her blueish green eyes to go wide in shock.
After a pumps, the dancer pullled out and motioned the blonde reporter to come with him. He handed her a champagne flute and she sipped it. Moments later as they stepped outside. Faith felt " off" she sent an SOS text to Steve activating her phone's GPS. Last thing Faith remembers was a curious smirk on the dancer's face, a black limo with the back door open and her head feeling all foggy.

 

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Steve got Faith’s SOS and more - her phone stayed on as she was shoved, half-conscious - into the back seat of the limo. The limo’s engine was running, and it covered the sound of Steve’s car moving, without lights, into a position where he could see what was going on. All he did see, though, was the door of the limo closing and the naked stripper heading back into the party.

“She’s a good one,” he heard a man’s voice say. “Great face and curvy bod. Just what we need to make up the half-dozen they want in Chicago.”

“I’ll finish up the show and be out to join you,” Steve heard another voice say.

“Good,” replied the first voice “It’ll give me time to strip her and try out her cunt.”

Steve had just what he needed now, and, as he listened to the sounds of the reporter being undressed, he called his contact at the FBI. It was across State borders now, and he didn’t have to depend on local cops. Arrangements were made. He’d have to leave Faith with them so they could be tracked, and he turned on his GPS locator so the Feds could follow him as he followed the limo. It would be a half-hour or so until the stripper came back out, and Steve settled in to listen to the sounds of Faith being abused by the limo driver in case any more info came out.