Date: Mon, 18 Aug 2014 13:18:44 -0400
From: Sasha Steele <sashasteele2@gmail.com>
Subject: Bulging Suspect Two

Bulging Suspect (part two)
by Sasha Steele

    The mansion's sprawling garden retreat contained many unique tropical
plants amongst the baths, the marble pillars and statues, the plush
furniture, silk curtains and many mirrors.  Its owner Manuella Mansorat lay
belly down on a soft day bed. His naked backside glistened in the bright
summer daylight. Like two polished marble globes each the size of a basket
ball his huge butt stood out in all its magnificent glory as a man-maid
kneeling between his spread thighs lavishly massaged rich exotic oils into
its soft flesh that covered a deeper firmness.

    Manuella was completely naked as he lazed on his day bed. His thick
arms and torso were supported on soft white satin pillows. His extremely
long platinum-blond hair was gathered on top of his head. Every so often he
would listlessly take a sip through a straw from a tropical cocktail served
by another man-maid (dressed in a scanty black and white maid's dress, as
all Manuella's many muscular man-maids were), who standing in front of him.

    Detective Sergent Braetan Bowes buzzed the main house from the gate at
the street. He held his badge up to the viewer and announced that he had a
warrant to interview heMiss Mansorat the owner of the house. Was told to
wait while one of the house maids hurried to the garden spa to inform his
manstress.

   "By all means show the detective in," Manuella told him and the man-maid
scurried away on his high heels.

    Detective Bowes followed the man-maid through to the lush garden at the
rear of the main house. The view overlooking the valley was
spectacular. Led to Manuella the detective was slightly taken aback to find
a nonplussed behemoth beauty laying naked on a day bed while a man-maid
massaged his huge rear end. He saw too that heMiss Mansorat was strikingly
beautiful especially his hypnotic green eyes that seemed to pierce through
him.

    Manuella saw that detective Bowes seemed fit and capable with manly
shoulders and strong legs. He was wearing a plain light brown skirt suit
with flesh tone nylons and brown pumps. His light brown hair was straight,
shoulder length. Manuella immediately found him attractive.

    "What can I do for you Detective Bowes?" He asked.

    "I have a warrant for you to accompany me to the station for
questioning."

    He showed Manuella the paper work.

    "I regards to what?"

    "The death of one of your clients. Apparently you were the last to see
him alive."

    Detective Bowes saw that Manuella didn't seem the least bit concerned.

    "May I get dressed first?" He asked the detective.

    "Yes. But you are considered a flight risk, so I can't let you out of
my sight."

    "Well then," Manuella said as he turned onto his side and into a
sitting position aided by his man-maids.  "You will have to come and watch
me dress."

    And then Detective Bowes was more than just slightly taken aback when
he glimpse the enormity of the monster between Manuella's legs, as it was
in a state of semi arousal.  Manuella's cock had been reputed as being
extremely large. Back at the station they had bantered and joked about
it. But this was more than extremely large. It was enormous. The biggest
cock Braetan Bowes had ever seen. And to see it like this, so abruptly, was
a bit of a shock.

    Manuella smiled to himself. He was a consummate exhibitionist who loved
to see the shock and awe in his victim's faces when he flaunted his
considerable assets in front of them. Man-maids slipped high heel lounging
slippers on their manstress's fat feet, helped him up and slipped a short
silk robe over his husky shoulders.

    "Shall we then," Manuella said, then turned and waddled away to his
boudoir in the house with eight man-maids and one detective in tow.

    Manuella sat in front of his vanity. Maids lifted one smooth heavy leg,
then the other, drawing up his light beige colored nylon stalkings and
slipping white pumps with six inch heels on his feet. They slipped white
satin panties over his feet. Manuella stood so they could draw them up his
massive nylon-clad thighs, wrestle his gigantic genitalia into the penal
pouch, pull them over his big ass and adjust the pretty lace waistband onto
his protruding pot belly. They removed his silk robe, slipped an elegant
lace brassier that matched his panties over his heavy arms and shoulders,
positioned the soft pads against his thick chest and did up the back strap.

    He had chosen a smart white skirt suit to wear, which his man-maids
fitted onto him with equal care. Manuella
 sat as they added a few accessories of gold jewelry. Did his hair worn
down in a loose french braid. Makeup.  Fingernails. It took over an hour
before Manuella stood to assess himself in the surround mirror. He turned
one
 way then the other and liked what he saw.

    Manuella's white suit jacket fit snugly to his husky body. The plain
white skirt draped from his gut and hung to just above mid thigh. It
cascaded over his ass hanging evenly front and back. The skirt was long
enough to cover the seat of his panties and the pretty lace elastic tops of
his stockings. But it was too short to hide the pantie's bulging penal
pouch with its colossal cargo of massive balls and an unusually long thick
shaft, which protruded out from under the skirt's hem, curved downward and
hung almost to his knees.

    Satisfied Manuella turned to the detective who had patiently sat there
watching him dress. He held out his arms
 inferring that he was ready to be handcuffed.

    "Okay, you can take me in now," he said.

    The interview room was an office in which there were more police
personnel than necessary to witness the interview. A couple of them kept
their legs tightly crossed. Another stood behind a high back
chair. Manuella knew why they were there and why they hid their
crotches. He loved it. Sat with his big thighs apart and let it all hang
out just to watch them melt.They had been grilling him half an hour now.

    "You deny being a hooker and Senica Sandal your client?" Detective
Bowes asked.

    "Don't be absurd."

    "You sell your cock for money. In my book that makes you a hooker."

    "They gift me out of admiration."

    "But you have sex with them."

     "Of course."

     "And you had sex with Senica Sandal the night he was murdered."

     "Of course."

     "Were bodily fluids exchanged?"

     "Senica came in my mouth and I came in his ass."

     Detective Bowes looked at the reports again. The remainder of the room
squirmed trying not to get caught staring at the bulging thickly packed
pantie pouch on display in front of them.

    "You say you left the hotel at eleven?"

    "You have witnesses to that. Yes."

    Another detective came in with more reports. The exact time of death
had been established putting it past eleven. Manuella was witnessed both on
video and by witnesses leaving just before eleven. They had no
 evidence. The interview was over and detective Bowes consented to drive
Manuella home.

    They rode the elevator to the underground parking. He opened the car
door for the big sexy blond who had them all hot under the collar. During
the interview Braeton had noticed Manuella absent minded touching himself,
as he was doing now. More than a touch he was actually clutching his huge
package.

    "I have to pee," Manuella said.

    It was by way of announcement as he had no sooner said the words before
spreading his heavy thighs and began to pee through his pantie's penal
pouch. They saturated there before a heavy stream burst through and
splashed noisily on the cement floor where a large puddle began to take
form. Braetan Bowes watched as Manuella purposely pissed his panties right
there in front of him and saw that the sluty blond hooker clearly enjoyed
doing it. Manuella wiped his pantie pouch with a tissue. Dropped it in the
puddle and got in the car.

    It bothered Manuella that he couldn't read the detective. It was easy
to see the others were captivated by him.  Why not Braetan Bowes? That made
Manuella want him all the more.

    "I don't believe it was a coincidence the murder happened so close to
your leaving," Detective Bowes told him.

    "So I'm still a suspect?"

    "No. I just want you to be careful."

    "Why Detective Bowes, I do believe you care about me."

    "Look. Seriously. Here is my private number. Call if you have any
concerns.

    Twenty minutes after Braetan Bowes left the mansion Manuella buzzed his
cell. It was a selfie video call.  Manuella's sexy fat face appeared on the
cell's screen. Braetan saw that his long platinum blond hair had been let
down. Manuella's beautiful green eyes were closed. He had a look of
blissful pleasure on his face.  Let out a low ecstatic whimper and Braetan
realized that Manuella was masturbating.

    Manuella played the camera down his voluptuous body so that Braetan
could view his most cherished prize. Manuella's hand could hardly encompass
half the thickness of his elephantine cock shaft. His enormous balls looked
ready to burst. The cock head had emerged from its foreskin on a thick six
inch long neck that was beet red. Manuella's chubby hand moved quickly back
and forth along the glistening foot long shaft from its root to were the
neck emerged. Manuella moaned with pleasure. He was about to cum.

    Braetan heard Manuella cry out as hot cum sprayed on the mirror that he
stood in front of in his boudoir.  His massive cock spit out discharge
after discharge until Manuella finally emptied himself. Manuella was
breathing heavily. He turned the camera toward the mirror so that Braetan
could take full pleasure of his beauty.  Manuella was clad only in his high
heels, stockings and brassier. He bore down and pee washed away his cum
from the mirror.

    Manuella turned the camera back to his pretty face. He blew Braetan a
kiss and then the screen went black. Braetan had pulled to the side of the
road to take Manuella's call.  He stared at the blank screen a moment
before coming back to the realization that his hand was under his skirt on
his hard cock and his panties were soaking wet as he had just cum in them.

   Braetan pulled himself together. He couldn't allow himself to get
involved with a hooker no matter how upscale he was. Still he was concerned
for Manuella's safety. Braetan needed a drink so he turned around and
pulled into the bar he had just passed on the road. He downed a shot of
whisky and tried to get Manuella's cock out of his mind. It was going to
take more than one drink.

    End of part two