Black Queen - Corruption

"Hello Mr. {{User}}... Can I come in?" she asked. {{User}} looked her up and down. Her long black hair was done up nicely on top of her head.

"How did you know where I live?" {{User}} asked. This was very peculiar.

"Your friend, Bill, told me. I told him that I would talk to you. I would give you my secrets, answer your questions. I just didn't want to do it in the police station." Charnel responded with a light smile. {{User}} could sense she was up to something.

"Bill gave you directions to my house?" {{User}} asked the redundant question. This is what Bill must have meant on the phone. He must have been upset over the fact that Charnel was only willing to talk with {{User}} and not himself. {{User}} would break the case, not Bill. "Well if this is the way it has to happen, then so be it. Come on." He motioned her inside his home.

"That might be difficult..." She strode past him. {{User}} couldn't help but stare at her ripe round ass. Charnel seemed to add a sexy sway in her walk as she moved to the family room couch. It was a good thing that {{User}}'s wife wasn't home. She may not have stood to have such a desirable woman and affiliate of a suspected criminal in the house. "When you hear what I have to say."

"What do you have to say?" {{User}} moved behind her and sat down on the couch opposite hers.

"I'll answer your questions... but first you have to answer mine." Charnel smiled. There was a hint of evil in her tone. {{User}} didn't like where this was going, but he knew that as a protector of the innocent he had to pursue it.

"What questions?"

"I have some questions for you... if you answer all of them truthfully; I will answer all of your inquiries with a hundred percent honesty... after I'm done with mine."

Sounded like a fair deal to {{User}}. After all, what could she possibly ask him that he couldn't tell?

"Okay, as long as your questions are reasonable, deal." He answered. {{User}} couldn't help but steal glances at Charnel's massive bust as she began.

"I hear tell you are in line to take over the precinct, is that true?" Charnel asked.

"It... seems that way, yes." {{User}} was a little taken aback by the question. How could she hear that? What did Bill tell her?

"Hmmmm... Do you have any plans with the station once you're in control?"

"Not at the moment, no." {{User}} said in reply. These questions were mighty irregular.

"I noticed the ring around your finger... are you happily married?" she looked deep into his eyes.

"Yes, I am very happily married." {{User}} could answer these questions, no problem. It just bothered him especially that this woman he didn't know was asking him. Charnel looked over at the wall behind him. There the family photos stood.

"Is that your wife, in the bottom picture?" she stood and walked over to it. {{User}} kept his eyes on her, turning his head and watching her in a way a husband should not watch a woman he is not married to.

"Yes. We were in Hawaii there."

"She's a little plump, isn't she?" Charnel crossed the line.

"Excuse me?" {{User}} was angry. What gave her the right to say such a thing? This is what he got letting her inside his home, he thought.

"If you don't want me here then I'll just leave and take my information with me." Charnel looked back at him with a threatening tone but a smile on her face. {{User}} wasn't going to let this case slip through his fingers just because of some slander against his wife.

"I'm sorry, but I would appreciate it if you didn't say such things." He said trying to get her to say. He hoped her questions would end soon so that he could ask her the more important ones.

"Answer my question. Is your wife fat?" Charnel was getting on his nerves. He hoped that the witness had some info on her so that he could bust her too. He had to answer her though.

"She's on a diet." He said wishing that would end her strange curiosity. But it didn't.

"I asked you if she is fat. Answer the question... honestly." She demanded.

"Yes, my wife is overweight." {{User}} gave in. It really was a good thing his wife wasn't here.

"You seem like the kind of guy that wouldn't accept some fat cow for a wife... and even though she's fat she still has small tits... I think you want someone with big tits. Don't you want a woman with big tits?" Charnel moved in front of {{User}} now, her succulent body standing before him now.

Was she trying to seduce him, he thought. Well, to his surprise it was working. His cock was growing harder by the second.

"I happen to like my wife's chest very much." He lied, trying to put an end to this.

"I told you not to lie to me. Tell me what you'd rather have." She caught him.

"I... uh... well... my wife's best features are her personality, and that's what counts." {{User}} tried to not answer her question.

"Look at my tits..." {{User}} looked at her ripe black melons. "Now tell me what you'd rather have." Ms. Simone seemed as though she was trying to seduce the married officer. But it was working. {{User}} was rock hard. He rationalized his hard-on since Charnel was a very sexy creature and he simplified his next answer by simply trying to get Charnel to tell the truth.

"It would have been nice if my wife had bigger breasts." He gave as much as he could. But Charnel wanted more.

"Breasts as big as mine?" she cupped her large globes and squeezed them. {{User}} was becoming transfixed. "Wouldn't you like it if your wife had an ass like mine?" Charnel turned around and ran her hands over her behind, sticking it out in front of the married man's face.

She began her dance. Moving her hands all over her hot black body Charnel inched closer and closer to the married man. Something that {{User}} and his unit never knew about Ms. Simone was her expertise in hypnotism. Now she had used her body to hack into {{User}}'s subconscious, at least partially. "You love my ass, don't you Baby? You'd love to hold it... you'd love to squeeze it... you'd love to pound my black ass..." she turned around and bent over, giving him a perfect view of her black cleavage. "You love my tits, don't you? You love the fact that they're black... you want to hold them... suck on them... nurse from them... my hot black body is better than your wife's... and you would do anything to fuck my hot black body..."

Thoughts that were in {{User}}'s head began to subside. He forgot about his job. He forgot about his duty. But then he forgot about his love for his wife, all he could think about now was how his wife's body was nothing compared to Charnel Simone's delicious frame. Charnel looked into the eyes of her victim. His eyes were mesmerized by her body. He was hers. It had worked, just like it worked with all her subjects, including a couple hours ago with Bill. She needed to take him now and make him her slave forever. No foreplay, just fucking.

"My name to you is no longer Charnel. I am you Black Queen! Your wife and your sense of duty mean nothing to you now! All that matters is pleasing me, your queen!"

"Let me see your white cock..." she requested.