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.

 

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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.

 

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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.

 

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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.”

 

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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.

 

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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.

 

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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.

 

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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.

 

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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.”

 

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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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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.

 

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From the sounds in the car, Steve concluded that Faith had been stripped naked in her drugged stupor. He was about to take action when the stripper emerged from the party.

“Forget about fucking the bitch,” he heard the stripper exclaim; “one of the other girls asked where she was. I told her she chickened out of real sex and left for home. I don’t think she bought it. Let’s get her to the warehouse now.”

They drove off, and Steve followed with his headlights off until the were in more traffic. His FBI contact had mobilized and had three cars tracking Steve’s GPS as Steve followed the car with Faith inside. They stopped outside an abandoned warehouse in the old part of town. Steve pulled alongside after the driver and the stripper carried Faith inside. They brought her clothes in as well, and her phone was still on.

“Dump her on the sofa,” the stripper ordered, “let me get a good look at her.”

There was a pause and then Steve herd the stripper declare she was a good piece of cunt. Her abductor was on his phone then, issuing instructions to bring the other women to the warehouse to get them all in the van. Steve relayed the info to the FBI.

“We’ll have to stay back until they cross the state line,” he told Steve, “so we can get them with the Federal charges.”

Steve wondered if he could hold back while Faith was so vulnerable. Hopefully her phone would let him know how things were going.

“It’ll be a half hour before they get there,” he heard the driver say. “That’s enough time for me to have some fun with this curvy piece of cunt.”

 

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Steve listened anxiously, fearing Faith would come to some harm before he could rescue her, but his fears were calmed as he heard her voice. Stammered and garbled as it was, he could tell the only danger facing her was the limo driver’s cock, and she seemed to be half-enjoying that prospect.

“You sure are cute, babe,” the driver said, “but you’re gonna be that type of girl.”

He grabbed her by the ankles and dragged her to the end of the sofa, lifting her so her ass was up on the arm of the couch with one leg dangling over the side of the arm and the other down on the cushion.

“A little bit wider, sweetheart,” he cooed as he lifted her leg from the side of the couch and draped it over the sofa’s back. “That’s better. A nice spread, babe.”

He fingered her pussy a bit while rubbing her clit with his thumb. Then he unzipped and freed his stiff prick from its confines. He stepped up between her legs and guided his organ between her labia and then thrust his hips forward.

“Shit! That feels good,” he exclaimed as he slid into her. “You’ve got one hot and tight cunt, honey. You’re gonna be real popular up in Chi-town.”

His moans and sighs were drowned out in Steve’s car by a call from the FBI. They were in position, and had noted a black van that seemed to be heading his way.

“It might be the pick-up,” Steve said. “They talked about a van with the other five girls. I’ll keep you apprized from here. Everything seems okay with my reporter, so we should be able to follow them into Illinois.”

 

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Steve listened intently to what was going on in he limo. Faith was protesting, and he considered taking action to rescue her. That could be a problem, though; he had the FBI in, and they would only have jurisdiction if state lines were crossed. There was a subtle change in the reporter’s voice, though; it was clear, no matter what she was saying, that she was physically enjoying the molestation. He decided to wait.

The voices and sounds of the driver and Faith were rather entertaining as well. “No, don’t”s punctuated by moans and sighs. “Nice tits, sweetheart” and ‘here’s a thumb to suck on, baby” interspersed with grunts and gasps. Finally the sounds of climax followed by heavy breathing.

Then came the glare of headlights. The van arrived.

“Time to go, hun,” the driver said as he got out of the car and started dragging the reporter out of the back seat.

Two men got out of the van, and one opened the rear doors. A light came on, but Steve could barely see inside If he had a better view, he would have seen five naked socialites seated on opposite benches, their wrists cuffed and hooked to the roof of the van and their thighs belted tightly onto the bench. Each had a cock gag strapped in her mouth. There was a sixth spot, still empty.

The other man joined the limo driver in carting Faith, still protesting weakly, to the empty seat. Once they seated her, she was cuffed and hooked to the roof like the other girls. Belted to the bench as well, and, the last sound Steve heard was her muffled protests as the silicone cock was shoved into her mouth and strapped around her head.

The doors were closed, leaving the six young women in darkness, and the van took off.

Steve followed at a distance, led by the GPS tracker hidden on Faith. While he drove, he apprised his contact of the two men still at the warehouse and assured himself that the agents were following him as he followed the van on its way to Chicago.

 

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It was clear that the van driver didn’t know he was being followed, so Steve felt sure that Faith was safe for now. All was quiet for about a half-hour, and then Steve heard an unexpected sound and then a man’s voice.

“I hope you girls are all comfortable,” the man said sarcastically. “We do want you to start you new lives on a positive note.”

One of the traffickers had opened the door from the cab into the van’s cargo space. He switched on a light, but Steve couldn’t hear that.

“We’ve got another half-hour to our destination,” he continued, “and I’m here to help prepare you for your arrival.”

He stepped up to the nearest girl on the side opposite Faith’s seat.

“Nice tits, babe,” he said as he groped her breasts. “Big and bouncy.”

“Tight cunt, too,” he added as he fingered her.

The girl remained impassive as he continued to molest her.

“Maybe this’ll help you get into the spirit,” he concluded.

He took a C-shaped object from a pouch strapped over his shoulder.

“It’s a clit-clamp,” he explained as he inserted it in her pussy and arranged it on her clitoris. “Just relax and enjoy.”

He turned it on and spoke to the girl opposite.

“Your turn, honey,” he said as he treated her the same as the first girl.

 

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Steve was trying to figure out what the man in the back of the van was doing to the girls. Whatever it was, though, it started out with muffled objections and ended with moans and sighs. Had he been in the truck, he’d have seen the man inserting aremote vibrator in each socialite’s cunt.

When he got to Faith, however, he became a bit distracted from his task. Already aroused from preparing the other girls, Faith put him over the edge. He face, that is.

“Honey,” he said as he began to prep the reporter, “those lips need a real cock between them.”

Steve smiled to himself as he heard the man; after all, he had the same thought every time he looked at Faith’s mouth.

On the van, then, the man undid Faith’s cock gag and inserted his own hard rod between her lips. He was close to cumming when the tire blew. The van lurched, throwing him towards Faith, ramming his cock down her throat. The sudden jerk and thrust in her mouth sent him over the edge, and he erupted deep in her throat, spewing streams of hot jism right into her gullet.

“That felt good, Sweetheart,” he said as he recovered his balance. “Let’s see if your cunt is as sweet.”

“Take your time with the tire,” he shouted as he opened the door. I’ve got some business to finish in here.”

As he undid her lap belt and began to spread her legs, Steve arrived, closely followed by one of the FBI cars. They had crossed the state line, and the Feds had jurisdiction. Orders were shouted and a few shots were fired outside the van. Inside, Steve was on the guy before he could move from between Faith’s legs. A few punches, and Steve was in control, releasing Faith first and then the other five girls. He eyed each one as he undid their bonds and thought of how nice it would be if they each decided to give him a special thanks for saving them.

 

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“You’re welcome,” Steve whispered, and then gasped as Faith’s thankful lips caressed his cock.

“Oh, god,” he breathed as she took her first suck and pressed her tongue against his shaft. “That’s incredible.”

‘I’ve never felt a blow job as warm and sincere as this,’ he thought. ‘I know I’m gonna enjoy working with . . .’

His thoughts came to a sudden halt as his cock jumped with a touch like he’d never felt before. He had to lean back, his hands on her desk, to keep from falling; the wonders of Faith’s mouth left him weak in the knees.

He held on, sighing and moaning and gasping with pleasure as his protégée worked magic on his throbbing organ. Fast and slow, shallow and deep, teeth and tongue all played in harmony and counterpoint to thank her savior with pleasure. And he gratefully accepted it.

Now faster and faster she played, his moans rising and falling in a sonata of sexual delight, and then the climax.

Steve erupted, cumming like he’d never imagined he could. Jet after jet after jet of hot jism spewed from his cock as his back tautened and arched, driving his organ deeper into Faith’s welcoming throat. He stood there, trembling, trying desperately to catch his breath, as she sucked the last drop of semen from the swollen head of his cock.

It was a full ten minutes before he could stand without the help of the desk.

“That was unbelievable, Sweetheart,” he gasped, “and now we have to get to work.”

She looked quizzically at him as he helped her to her feet and hugged her tightly.

“We have to make the 11 o’clock news, babe,” he told her. “The FBI is holding back their statement until after you get the scoop. They’ll be praising the brave reporter who put her own body, her own life, on the line, not for the story, but to save those poor girls. You get the scoop, so get writing. I’ll get video edited for your story.”

A quizzical look again.

“Yes, honey,” he said with a grin. “I am a cameraman. Brought my little hand held digital. Have some great footage. Have to get the best of it for your story and I have to do it without showing any of your or the other girl’s naked bodies. So let’s get to work.”

He wiped a small drop of his semen from her lower lip and then gave her a little kiss.

 

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Eleven o’clock, and Steve sat by himself in the Green Room watching the monitor. His video of the rescue was all set and Faith’s report ready. Both were excellent; now, could this would-be star reporter deliver.

It was impressive. The anchorman introduced her and the story, praising her bravery and persistence. And she delivered. Professional, and with the personal emotion that came from being part of it. And then, after her report - the District FBI Head gave their report. It was full of praise, declaring that they might never of solved this case except for her investigations, investigations that led her to become one of the kidnapped girls, destined to share their fate but for her phone her GPS, and her collaboration with the Bureau.

Steve wasn’t mentioned, as well he shouldn’t have been. The cameramen aren’t on the other side of the camera, and that’s how they like it. Other cameramen recognize their work and that’s enough for them.

Now, though, he wondered about Faith. He’d grown rather fond of her during the course of their investigation. Rather fond of sex with her as well. What would happen next. Would he be called back to the national desk without her? Her without him? Would they get a chance to work together again? Time would tell.

“Someone to see you, Mr. Janson.”

It was the station receptionist. She opened the door all the way and an attractive young woman entered. The receptionist shut the door as she left.

“Mr. Janson,” she said nervously, “I’m Brie, one of the girls you saved. I’d really like to thank you for rescuing me.”