Feral Democrats in Luv Ch. 04

ALL CHARACTERS ARE ADULTS

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After Bethena left, Clyatt drove over to Bay City General Hospital and parked in the driveway of a foreclosed home, behind the facility, near the emergency room entrance.

He went inside. The old bastard at the information desk recognized him. "Who do you need to see, detective?"

"Sam Jones, if he's here, Charley." The old man checked the computer. "He's in 347 East, need a badge?"

"Sure, thanks." The old man handed Clyatt a laminated visitor badge with alligator clip. An ugly latina rode up the elevator with him and made furtive glances his way, and smiled when he caught her looking. She wore a gold band. "What time you get off?" Clyatt asked.

"I'm off now," she replied.

"Wait for me in the lobby, I'll be down in a few minutes, then we'll go to my place," Clyatt said.

"I'm married," she replied.

"Do you care?" He asked.

"Not really," she answered.

"Is he at home or working?"

"At home," she said.

"We'll use my car," he replied.

"I have a van," she suggested. "I'll wait in the lobby after I get my bag from the locker room."

"See you soon," Clyatt said, caught the elevator, and went to room 347 E.

He encountered no staff, went to the room, cracked the door, and went inside. Sam was asleep and snoring. Clyatt hesitated, heard moaning coming from behind the curtain surrounding the other bed, and took a look, where he saw a nurse impaled on the cock of a cop, and riding it hard. The cop was Sam's body-guard. Clyatt backed away, taking their clothes with him, then pulled out his knife, pulled the blanket back to expose Sam's feet, and pushed the blade through the arch of the man's good foot. When the tip of the blade came through the top of Sam's foot Clyatt pulled the sharp blade back toward him, then out. "Pay attention, nigga, next time it's your dick."

Sam screamed the whole time, and the lovers launched from their embrace straight to Hell. Clyatt made his escape, riding the elevator to the lobby with the clothes as the lovers fought over a blanket, and all yelled at each other in the chaos. Clyatt kept the cop's badge and ID, and left the clothes on the floor of the elevator.

Clyatt went to the lobby where he was greeted by a squad of rent-a-cops and Charley the desk clerk. He flashed the stolen badge and ID at them, Charley saluted him, and Clyatt left with the latina in tow. "You're a cop?" She asked as they walked to employee parking.

"I came by to check on a guard," he said.

The latina's husband had removed the passenger seats in the mini-van and added a seat that unfolded into a bed with a fair mattress. "It's great for naps at rest-stops. My name's Denise," she smiled. "I've never picked up a man before." She unlocked the van and they got inside.

"Take your clothes off, Denise," Clyatt said.

Denise unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off her arms, then pulled her pants off her legs. Her black hair was long and kinky, she wore glasses with cheap plastic frames, and had a moustache. Her teeth were tiny and white. She removed her bra, her titties were small and sagged atop her chest. She pulled her panties off, her paunch was covered with stretch marks, and her nest was shaved smooth. She sat on the edge of the mattress and waited for Clyatt to take the lead.

"Get on the mattress and lie back," he said. He was naked, too. Denise lay back. Clyatt got between her legs and spread them. Then covered her body with his to nuzzle her fat neck, kiss her fleshy lips, and squeeze her saggy tits. She reached for his cock and wrapped her plump fingers around it. "When was the last time your old man made love to you?" Clyatt asked.

"I can't remember," she whispered, opening her eyes for a moment to look at him suckle her nipples. "That feels so good. You make me so wet." Clyatt probed her gash with his fingers, and she was sopping wet. "Did you bring any protection?"

"No, I don't use it," he replied.

"Oh, OK,"she cooed.

When her dark nipples were standing tall he moved his mouth to her cunt, to massage her clit with his tongue, and when she was moving her plump ass around he stuck his cock in her creamy hole and pushed it in. Three hours later she awoke and looked at her watch. "Shit! My old man is gonna crap."

She was lying on her stomach watching Clyatt sleep. "Shut up,"he said, and mounted her. She lifted her ass to help, and smelled like old fish when her pussy was open.

Denise moaned. "You like big-assed Latinas, querida?" She panted.

"Si," he replied.

"That's good, cuz I like big anglo cocks. I don't get enough. Sometimes my daughter shares her anglo boyfriends with me, I owe her. You like college girls? Ooo, I like that, don't stop."

"Si," he replied.

"Bueno, maybe I'll let you meet her. That OK with you?"

"Only if I can fuck both of you," he said.

"You're a pervert! But she might do it," Denise smiled.

Later, the Bay City cops pulled Clyatt over and took him to jail. They weren't kind or compassionate, and put him a cell with a biker. The biker was stretched out on the bottom bunk thumbing through an old issue of American Liberal magazine.

Clyatt climbed up to the top bunk. "Hey asshole, get off my bunk!" The biker growled. Clyatt ignored him. Three jailers stood outside the cell, arms folded across their chests, watching and smirking. The biker sat up, sat on the edge of the mattress, looked up at Clyatt, and spoke, "Get your punk ass off my bunk!"

Clyatt looked down at the frowning biker with the mullet made into a pussy pony tail, the ones limp old men love, draped both legs over the side of the mattress, dropped to the floor, and leaped upon the man; his thumbs found sidewalk commando's eyes and made the man scream and flail to no effect. The turnkeys struggled to open the door, but not soon enough, then dragged Clyatt off to solitary. The biker went to Bay City General, later, to a job at the courthouse selling coffee and newspapers and tampons.

When they cut Clyatt loose a month later Denise and the daughter, Gladys, were there to pick him up. Gladys wore a black hooker dress, no shoes, glasses, and had a plump bubble butt like her momma. Her one-piece bushy eye-brows reminded Clyatt of Groucho Marx. Clyatt had no trouble smelling her aromatic pussy. Neither woman wore underwear.

Clyatt was ready for a double-shot of latina luv, and the girls knew it. "We got your place ready for you," Denise smiled.

"I need to pick up my car," Clyatt changed the agenda.

"Relax, it's at your place," Gladys informed him. Clyatt looked surprised. "Relax, Jose stole it from the impound lot and fixed the window."

"Who's Jose?" Clyatt asked.

"You don't wanna know," Denise warned him.