Derek was going to make a difference in this world. Fighting against the brutality and cruelty that everyday monsters inflicted on weaker people just felt natural and literally born into his soul.
Derek stood there in the shower, enjoying the hot water on his tired muscles. After leaving the precinct, where he worked as a narcotics detective, he drove to the Ironman gym where he worked out for 45 minutes and then drove to the Combat Specialist gym, where he studied KravBacomBo. After 8 years he was an expert level brown belt, needing only more experience, 2-4 more years of practice and execution, to qualify for his Black belt. He was already classified as a "hand to hand deadly weapon" by the FBI and US Military.
He had always excelled at physical challenges and competition. He wrestled and played football throughout Jr High and High school, then chose to switch to Gymnastics and ROTC in college. After college he entered the USMC as a 2nd Lieutenant and was quickly deployed to Afghanistan, where he led 2 squads of 34 marines. 8 months into his deployment, the "Half-track" he was riding in was hit by an "RPM" that killed 5 of the 11 marines inside and severely injured Derek. The explosion ripped into Dereks side and mid-section, breaking multiple ribs, and damaging his stomach, intestines and appendix. After 7 mos and multiple operations, Derek was released from the hospital, still requiring therapy and rehab for his back and abdomen, and also needing 1 more minor surgery for his hip to be 100%. After 3 mos of rehab, Derek returned to light, desk duty back in the North Carolina. During this time, Derek was approached by the Marine Corp and offered an Honorable discharge with full benefits while he was still in recovery. After a few weeks of consideration, Derek decided to accept the discharge and move on to the next phase in his life.
A few months later, while recovering from successful hip surgery, Derek was approached by an agent from the US Marshals Service who discussed opportunities for Derek in Special Response Operations. Seems his Field Officer in Afghanistan, Colonel Bridges, had called in a personal recommendation for Derek. After further discussion, the agent left his card and told Derek to take his time and call anytime he was ready. After finishing rehab, to help support his back and abs, Derek had dedicated himself to weightlifting and extreme yoga. A year later, with disability pay ending, Derek decided to call the US Marshal Service and sign up. He had felt stronger than ever. He was 6'4 ... 205#'s, strong ... agile ... and had begun training in KravBacomBo martial arts. After several meetings, Derek was hired as a US Marshal and assigned to the Special Response Team in Atlanta.
Now, 6 years later, having worked in some high profile drug operations with great results, he decided to accept a position in Savannah as a Narcotics Detective. So far, Derek was quite happy. He had made some significant drug busts in the southern Georgia area, made Sargeant and Lead Detective, and at home had a hot, beautiful girlfriend who might be the best cocksucker of all time ! As Derek finished his shower and walked into the bedroom ..... he saw his gf, Beth, laying on the bed with her head hanging off the foot of the bed with her mouth open and a buzzing dildo buried in her pussy. Derek loved when his thoughts came true and walked right up and placed his, still wet, growing cock into het hot mouth. Beth immediately locked on with her luscious lips and started sucking and bathing his cock with her tongue ..... trying to get his cock to it's full 9 thick inches.
Derek reached down and took Beth's natural, 32D tits in his big hands, and started to massage, squeeze and pinch her into squirming delight, along with the buzzing dildo she held against her swollen clit. As Dereks cock swole to it's full length, Beth adjusted her throat and Derek starting fucking his gf's mouth, pulling back to leave just the fat, swollen head in her mouth that she immediately bathed with her tongue, giving soft little nips that drove him crazy ..... the he would slowly slide all the way into her throat until his huge balls would rest on her face and eyes. Derek watched as her throat swelled like a python swallowing a watermelon every time he pushed into her throat. Beth was moaning like crazy, loving every second of this submission to her lover. Her hips bucked every few minutes as she orgasmed again and again.
As Derek got hotter and hotter, he pumped a little harder. There was no more teasing his cockhead, as his big cock starting moving like a piston in her mouth. Beth knew right where Derek was, and slipped two fingers into her dripping wet pussy, taking them out and then slowly pushing both fingers into his puckered asshole. Derek let out a long groan "Ahhhhhhhgggghhhh !". Beth started pumping her fingers in and out and controlled Dereks thrusts into her throat. Now, as she reached up with her other hand and gave his left nipple a hard, tight twist, and shoved her fingers as deep as they could go into his ass, she felt Dereks cock swell one last time as she pulled him deep into her throat, and then felt his cock start pulsing as he emptied blasts of Cum deep into her throat and right into her belly. Beth gulped and swallowed for all she was worth and slowly pulled her fingers slowly from Dereks butt, sending shivers down his spine as he finished draining his balls.
Derek slowly pulled his cock back as Beth bathed and cleaned his shrinking shaft as it was removed.
With a satisfied grin on her face, Beth curled her legs up towards her head and rolled backward off the bed and stepped back into Dereks arms. Beth was only 5'4" and very petite. With her tiny waist, big tits and bubble butt .... she was a living sex-doll. Derek met her at the gym, where she was a manager and personal trainer. Their dream was to one day open a Martial Arts and Fitness Center, possibly in Florida or maybe up in Va. Beach. If they relied on both their salaries, they might be able to reach their dream in 10-15 years ...... but Beth had a sideline business as an erotic, fitness model and was making an additional $200k - $250k a year shooting commissioned photo sessions as a Cosplay character, girl on girl, or solo act. The fact that at 22, she still looked like a young teenage Bailee Madison definitely helped. All sessions were strictly photo ... no video, so that everything was carefully staged for maximum effect. They had figured with this extra income, they would have enough capital to start an amazing business in just 5 years ... or ... maybe less, if Beth's popularity continued to grow.
Derek turned his little sexpot around and kissed her, giving her tight ass a gentle squeeze. "I don't suppose there's any dinner ready" asked Derek sheepishly. He was really hungry after a long day and then having his cock completely drained ..... he needed some fuel. " Beth faked a shocked look ..... bit him wickedly on his nipple and said " of course you brute !", "there's lasagna and salads waiting in the kitchen". "I just felt like adding some extra protein to my meal before we sat down to eat" Beth added with a sly grin as she slipped on a camisole and headed towards the kitchen. Derek thought to himself he wasn't mad at that ... at all !
At dinner, they talked about their days and the coming weekend. Beth had a photo-shoot after dinner and would be home around midnight. Derek was going to watch Thurs Night Football, do some paperwork, and then go to bed. He had a couple of leads he was going to have to follow up on tomorrow that had to do with a regional drug syndicate getting into sex trafficking in the Savannah area. Derek figured he would get home late evening and then they could go out for food and light jazz. Beth agreed that that sounded like a plan. She kissed him, before going off to get ready for her photo shoot, while Derek cleared the table, cleaned the dishes, and then headed off to watch football with an ice cold beer.
The next day, Derek spent most of the day doing research, talking to local snitches and laying out plans with his backup. Around 2pm they left the precinct to go and interview 2 separate witnesses, agreeing to meet up in the warehouse district at 6pm. It was going to take about an hour, driving in traffic to get to his witnesses location. The good thing was that it was fairly close to the warehouse district, so Derek wouldn't have to rush his interview. His backup, Det. Rollins, would have about 45 minutes to an hour to drive to meet up with him later. His witness was retired, but working part-time as a night watchman in the warehouse district, and had seen a lot of increased activity in recent months. He also heard on a couple of occasions, what sounded like a womans scream and possibly a cry out for help. The man lived with his granddaughter, and was a reluctant witness. Derek wasn't sure why .... but he had a really bad feeling about involving this old man.