Cumbang Galleries Christy Simmons was enjoying her typical day, cleaning up the house while
her husband Todd was at work. They lived in a large suburban home, far from the
crime and dirt of the city. Christy had just about everything she could wish for,
two cars in the garage, plenty of food in the fridge and a house that her neighbors
envied.
They didn't have any children yet but there was still plenty of time. She
was only 27. Todd said his work was just too frantic at this point to think about
having a family. He often worked late, sometimes not getting home until around eight.
Once in a while he even had to take extended business trips. He could be gone for
several days at a time. She often felt lonely but she was grateful for all the wonderful
material things he could provide her with.
It was Tuesday and Todd had just called to say he would be home around seven.
Christy began whistling while she was polishing the silver. A small stain got on her
long powder blue dress and she was about to go wash it off when the door bell rang.
Christy was startled by the sound because they rarely had visitors. Perhaps the UPS man,
she thought.
At the door were two tall men in dark suits and reflective sunglasses. "Good morning,
ma'am," the dark haired one said as he flashed a badge. "My name is Jenkins and my partner
is Smith. We're with the FBI, Fraud Division."
Christy's heart raced as she peered around the door. She said, "What . . . what can
I do for you?"
"Ma'am, we've been investigating a couple of scam artists operating an insurance fraud
in your area and we'd like to talk to you about it."
"Well I . . . that is, I don't know anything about it."
"We know, but with your help we think we might be able to stop these dirt bags. May
we come in?"
Christy wasn't sure what they thought she could possibly do, but of course she let
them in. She led them down the two steps into the open living room, over to the large plush
sofa. She offered them tea. After they were settled, the two FBI agents explained the problem
and their plan.
"You see ma'am, these low lives are operating an unfortunately all too typical scam.
They pose as door-to-door life insurance salesmen. They work during the weekday, when only
a lonely housewife is likely to be home. She's eager for some company so she let's them in.
Then they offer her an unbelievable comprehensive coverage package that she just can't say
no to. The catch is, they say, their company is only offering this special promotion to
people who sign up on the spot. If she hasn't had a physical within the last two weeks,
which very few people have, then they can provide her with one right there. One of them
poses as a qualified medical examiner. They get her to strip and then they do a full cavity
investigation."
"My gosh!" exclaimed Christy, "that's horrible!" Christy couldn't stand going to her
gynecologist. She was mortified at having to get that kind of exam. It made her very
uncomfortable to have anyone look or touch her body, even her husband. At least her doctor
was a woman. "What can you do to stop these fiends?"
"Well ma'am, we have reason to believe that two such perpetrator's are currently
operating this kind of scam in your neighborhood. Since they haven't been to your house
yet, they probably will be here within the next couple of days. We'd like to enlist your
help in stopping them."
"Gee, I don't know. They sound dangerous and I really don't want to get involved
in anything. Can't you just stop them?"
"We wish it were that easy, ma'am, but all these damn liberal laws have our hands
tied up. In order to get the charge to stick in court we need to essentially catch them
in the act. What we'd like to do is set up cameras and microphones all over your house.
When they come to your door, you let them in, let them run their scam, then we rush in
and put those bastards away for good."
"Gosh I . . . it just sounds so dangerous. I can't just let criminals in the house."
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too. That was all I ever did to her-giving her tongue baths and
eating her cunt-and she playfully called me her "personal and
private cunt eater" when we were alone, and in her own apartment
downtown.
Her parents and her younger brother and sister knew about
me, too, because Sarah told them exactly what I did to her. Her
dad would grin and kid be about eating her, telling me that it
was good for acid indigestion, etc. Her plump little mother
would shake her dark head and murmur about the "nasty things
these youngsters do nowadays", and warn Sarah about getting
pregnant, even Black Dick Suckers Asian Interracial Porn grabbed her chin, turned her head towards him
and told her to open her mouth. Christy obeyed, just as the FBI men had told her to do.
"Wider," said the black man as he flashed a light down her throat. "Now say 'ahh'."
Christy felt a little silly sitting on her sofa dressed only in a skimpy teddy,
having a strange black man look down her throat while another strange man looked on, but
she complied. Terrance then moved the light to her ears and then to her eyes. He paused
periodically to take notes. The next part of the exam was a blood pressure check. Terrance
wrapped a black band around Christy's upper arm and inflated it. Christy sat patiently,
trying to ignore how uncomfortable she felt being nearly naked. Sam had put all the papers
away but he still sat very close to her, their knees almost touching.
"Now I'll check your heart rate," Terrance announced as he pulled out a stethoscope from
his black bag. He put the ear plugs on and then placed one hand on Christy's bare shoulder.
His other hand moved the listening end towards Christy's chest. She jumped when the cold
metal touched the skin between her breasts, just below the tied ribbon. She held her breath
as Terrance slowly slid the metal end up her right breast, pushing aside the loose material
of her teddy. He swooped the device across her breast, passing under the nipple, as he
pretended to listen to her heart beat. He brought it back, this time crossing on top of her
nipple.
"Your heart is really beating very quickly," Terrance said as he looked into Christy's
glazed over eyes. "Are you excited about something?"
"Uh, no . . . I . . . I'm Ok," Christy stammered.
Terrance continued sliding the metal bit around, moving down the right breast and then
climbing the left one. He held the cold metal on her left nipple for a moment and then took
it away.
"Ok, now turn around," he ordered.
Christy obediently turned to face Sam. She gasped as Terrance put both his hands on
her shoulders. He slid them down her arms, taking the straps of her teddy with him. She
quickly put her hands to her cleavage, trying to hold the front up to cover her breasts.
She looked down and saw that the sides of her breasts were now exposed as well as the top
half. Terrance ran the metal circle over her back. He gave a sharp tug on the back off her
teddy causing some of the front to slip from her hands, baring more of her breasts. Now the
top of her areolas peeked out from under the fabric held in her hands. Sam was directly in
front of her, smiling. Ashamed, she quickly turned her head. After a few minutes, Terrance
finished. Christy jumped when he put his hands on her shoulders again. He turned her back
around so that she now faced him, her hands still clasped tightly over her breasts.
"Now it's time for the mammary exam," Terrance announced. "Put your hands down."
Christy froze, trying to build up the will to continue. For the good of her community,
she took another deep breath and dropped her hands to her side. The still fastened teddy
fell down to her lap leaving her completely naked from the waist up. She held her breath
as Terrance's black hands approached her breasts. A shiver ran down her spine when his skin
touched her. He held both her breasts firmly in his grip and began squeezing. Christy tried
not to look but she couldn't help it. A black man had never touched her before. His dark
fingers contrasted sharply with her pale white breasts. He grasped her nipples and pulled
on them, stretching her breasts way out from her body. Then he pushed in, squashing her
breasts together. He pushed her floppy flesh around, mashing one breast on top of the other.
"Are you suppose to do it like that?" Christy panted.
"Hey, Mr. Davis is a licensed professional," Sam quickly defended.
"Oh, Ok. Sorry," Christy meekly replied as Terrance continued to push her breasts
together.
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had great dark nipples. Her waist was real small for a lady her
size, and curved outward demurely into her softly rounded hips
and dimpled, squirmy rear end, then on down into her lush, full
thighs and rounded knees. She was like light brown velvet all
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visible underneath the thin fabric. Her pink nipples looked like cherries on top of two
heaping scoops of vanilla ice cream. She glanced down and saw that her fuzzy pubic hair was
just as clearly revealed under the skimpy thong panties. Hesitating, she turned around to see
how much of her rear end was visible. Christy gulped when she saw that the teddy only went
down to the middle of her butt, leaving the lower half of her ass completely uncovered. The
thong strap that ran off the small waist band disappeared between her cheeks. She couldn't
leave the bathroom dressed like this! She certainly couldn't let two strange men into the
house when she was practically naked. But the FBI would be watching and they would protect
her. Besides, these were bad men who had hurt others and had to be caught. Christy had never
done anything important with her life and maybe this was her chance to make up for that.
Resolved to do the right thing, Christy left the bathroom and tried to go through with her
normal daily routine.
"Hey Fred, you got to check this out," said Agent Jenkins inside the blue van down
the block from Christy's house.
"Shit, look at those tits," enthused Agent Smith, staring at the monitor showing
Christy bending towards the camera placed in the shower. "That baby is built! Is this
being recorded?"
"Of course."
"I'll need to get a copy of this one . . . for ah, research purposes. You understand."
"You bet I do."
The rest of the day passed pretty uneventfully for Christy. She went about her chores
and tried to forget that she was virtually nude. At five o'clock she went back into the
bathroom and changed into her dress. Todd came home about seven and she served him dinner,
as usual. She didn't mention the FBI operation or the cameras watching them. The closest
she came to telling him was when he was undressing for bed, but she figured the cameras
were probably off by that point anyway.
The next day after Todd left she put on her skimpy teddy and started her routine again.
It actually felt pretty comfortable wearing such a loose outfit. She was just starting to
enjoy the freedom when the door bell rang. A wave of fear passed through her. What if isn't
them, she thought. She'd be revealing herself to the wrong person, sacrificing for nothing.
Taking a deep breath, she walked to the front door and opened it a crack. Peering around the
door she saw two young men, one white, one black, both neatly dressed in light suits and big
smiles. She meekly smiled back.
"Good morning, ma'am," the white man beamed. "My name is Sam Peters and I'm with
Worldwide Insurance Co. We are offering a special once in a lifetime opportunity to a few
specially selected lucky customers. Tell me, ma'am, do you and your husband have adequate
insurance coverage?"
Christy hesitated for a moment and said, "Gee . . . I'm not sure. I think my husband
has some kind of plan through his work but I don't really know much about it."
"Insurance if vitally important, ma'am. If something, Heaven forbid, should happen
to your husband today, where would you be tomorrow?"
"I don't know."
"We can answer that question for you if you will give us just a few moments to tell
you about this new revolutionary plan our company is offering."
"Well . . . I guess so," Christy responded, still not sure about whether to let
these guys see her half naked. They didn't really look like criminals. One of them was
black, though. "I'm . . . not really dressed though. Perhaps I should change." Christy
was close to chickening out.
"That's Ok," Sam laughed, "we're both professionals. My partner and I have been
working door-to-door for several years now. You'd be amazed what some people wear when
they answer the door. One guy was dressed head to toe in a black latex outfit. He was
even wearing a leather hood!"
Both men chuckled and Christy felt a little relieved. They seemed pretty friendly.
"Well I'm not wearing anything like that," she 
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fearing that the older lady would shit up her back if she knew
that Sarah was a cock sucker. But, I think her mom already
suspected it, anyway, because I have heard her grumbling about
"the girls are just as bad as the boys when it comes to doing
that nasty stuff!" She would give Sarah a direct gaze when she
muttered it, too. I think she suspected that her daughter would
not let me leave unfulfilled, and she understood that Sarah liked
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her face. She was in agony as both her holes were stretched to the max. She threw her head
back and let out a loud moan. The orgasm exploded deep in her pussy, spreading over her
entire body. Their cocks continued to hammer her pussy and asshole.
When they finally pulled their dicks out, Christy slid off Terrance, spilling onto
the floor. Her legs still hung up over the sofa. The men moved onto the floor with her,
kneeling on either side of her head. Christy looked up through her orgasm haze and saw
them jerking their large cocks over her face. They were beating their meat furiously.
Sam's cock started spurting first, dropping huge gobs of cum onto her cheek and mouth.
The warm goo oozed passed her parted lips and down into her mouth. It tasted like honey.
Christy stuck out her tongue to catch more. At the site of his partner cumming, Terrance
began shooting, too. Wave after wave of jism flooded out of their cocks, splattering all
over her face. Christy stretched out her tongue to try and catch as much as she could.
Warm cum filled her mouth. She swallowed it down eagerly.
Just as the last drops splashed off her nose, the FBI agents rushed in and grabbed
the men away from her. As she lay there in a haze, absent mindedly stroking her burning
pussy, her face covered in cum, she saw her lovers being dragged away, their spent cocks
dangling between their legs. Agents gathered up the bags the insurance scammers had brought
in with them. Other agents began dismantling the cameras. Agents Smith and Jenkins stood
over her naked body.
Reaching down, they helped Christy to her feet. They led her over to one side of the
room.
"You did a great job here today," said Jenkins. "We're going to be able to put those
scumbags away for a long time. You country is grateful."
"That's great," Christy said, licking the thick cum off her lips, standing completely
naked between the two men. A long strand of white jism hung from her chin. "Can one of you
get me a towel?"
Another agent came over to them, holding Christy's teddy. He held it up behind her
and she slipped her arms through the straps. The fastener in front had ripped though so
it wouldn't close. The soft fabric hung loose at her sides, still leaving her front
completely exposed. The strand of cum dropped off her chin and onto her breast, running
down over her nipple.
Jenkins and Smith saw that their men were distracted from their work by this nearly
naked woman standing around, so they led her into the kitchen. Jenkins tore off a paper
towel from the holder next to the sink and handed it to her. Christy began rubbing it
around her face, not really picking up much, just sort of mushing the cum around.
Smith paused, glancing down at her body, before he spoke again. "You really have done
a terrific service to your community today, Mrs. Simmons."
"So what happens now?" Christy asked, still trying to wipe the semen off her face.
"Well the tapes show pretty much everything. A number of agents were watching the
monitors so they will all be able to testify to the tapes accuracy. We will seal the file
so your information won't become known. You won't have to be involved anymore."
"And . . . and what will happen to those two young . . . men?" A hint of longing
filled Christy's voice. She licked a dollop of cum off her finger.
"Oh, don't worry. They'll be going to jail for a long time, thanks to you, Mrs. Simmons
and your selfless action." After a pause, Jenkins continued. "Having an outsider like you
help out on this case was invaluable. Perhaps, if the occasion arose again, you might
consider giving us further assistance?"
"I don't . . . that is, I really didn't realize things were going to go so far. It's
a good thing I didn't tell my husband about it. I guess if you had a . . . I mean if there
was some kind of important case . . . well I guess I couldn't real say no, could I? I mean,
it's my Civic Duty." 
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too. That was all I ever did to her-giving her tongue baths and
eating her cunt-and she playfully called me her "personal and
private cunt eater" when we were alone, and in her own apartment
downtown.
Her parents and her younger brother and sister knew about
me, too, because Sarah told them exactly what I did to her. Her
dad would grin and kid be about eating her, telling me that it
was good for acid indigestion, etc. Her plump little mother
would shake her dark head and murmur about the "nasty things
these youngsters do nowadays", and warn Sarah about getting
pregnant, even Cumbang Galleries enough tape by now," she thought. "Why aren't they rushing in?"
In the van down the block, four FBI agents huddled around the row of monitors in
rapt attention.
"Wow!" enthused one. "Will you look at those tits!"
"Man, she is letting that black guy go to town. This is the funniest shit I have
ever seen," laughed another.
"Shouldn't we go in and arrest them now?" asked the youngest.
"Uh, no, not yet. Let's get a little more on tape first," said Agent Smith.
Back inside the house Terrance announced it was time for the next phase of the
examination. "Now I'm going to do the gynecological inspection," he said. Christy felt
her heart sink.
"Is that necessary?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"Of course," Terrance said. "You're almost done. It's pointless to stop now."
He didn't wait for her Ok, he just pushed her back towards Sam who put both his
hands on her shoulders and held her firmly. Her back was pressed against his chest.
Terrance reached down and grasped the waist band of Christy's panties. Her eyes opened
wide with fear as Terrance yanked them down her legs and over her feet. He tossed the
panties across the room. The teddy was still fastened around her waist but it did nothing
to cover to her sparse bush. Terrance put both his hands between her thighs and forced
them apart. Christy reluctantly allowed him to spread her legs, exposing her pussy. A
smile crossed Terrance's lips when he saw that she was moist. Christy was humiliated.
"Shouldn't you wear gloves?" she asked, trying to stop his hands moving towards her
pussy.
"It's Ok, you look clean," replied Terrance, denying her reprieve. "You can continue
the breast exam Mr. Peters," he said to his partner.
Sam slid his hands down Christy's shoulders and over her large bare breasts. He began
kneading her ample flesh between his fingers. Christy tried to think of something to say to
get them to stop but nothing came to mind. Sam tweaked her nipples as Terrance knelt down,
bringing his head towards Christy's lap. Her whole body shivered when his fingers touched
her pussy. He began messaging her lips, rubbing them gently with his finger tips. Christy's
breathing quickened. She leaned back, resting on Sam's lap as he continued to squeeze her
breasts. She felt Terrance spread her pussy lips far apart and then, to her shock, he began
licking her clit. No one had ever done that to her before and she couldn't believe how great
it felt. His tongue probed deep into her, pulled out and swirled around her clit and across
her lips. She didn't want to admit it but she loved it. Christy hoped the FBI would wait just
a little longer before breaking in. She could feel the orgasm building in her womb.
Terrance slid a finger into her pussy as his tongue continued to bathe her clit. She felt
something warm and hard press against her mouth. Opening her eyes she saw it was Sam's pink
dickhead.
"How disgusting," she thought. "He couldn't really want me to take that thing into my
mouth?"
Christy moaned loudly as Terrance began pumping a second finger in and out of her moist
pussy. She tried to ignore the cock pressing against her lips. Her panting became heavier.
When her mouth opened, Sam thrust his hips forward, pushing his dick past her lips. Christy
was repulsed but she was too weak from ecstasy to fight him. She had no choice but to let him
stuff his dick in her mouth. Besides, the FBI told her to cooperate with them. Sam kept
thrusting his hips, pushing his dick in and out of her mouth. Christy was surprised to find
that it wasn't so bad, kind of like sucking a lollipop. She began wiggling her tongue along
the bottom of Sam's dick as it slid down her throat.
Christy felt a pang of disappointment when Terrance took his mouth off her pussy. She
tried to look past the dick in mouth to see why he had stopped. She saw Terrance pulling his
pants down. She couldn't believe her eyes when his huge black cock popped into view. It was
gigantic and hard as a