Bertha 2
By Devilina Huntress, subscribe to my group: https://t.me/devilinah
A story about a giant girl who becomes a police officer.
Update: 18/04/2023 to 1misc42

One summer evening, Berta, being a patrolling police officer on duty, went on a
call - there was some kind of fight in the neighborhood. Tired by the end of
the day, she took a sip of coffee and went to the place.
It was an abandoned house.
- Is anybody here?
No answer. Bertha straightened her police cap and bravely went inside.
It was quiet. She passed through several rooms and halls. Finally, in one of
the rooms, she came across a guy lying face down.
- Are you all right? - she went over and rolled him onto his back. It was
Vincent, the school drug dealer. She recognized him despite his bald head - she
taught him a good lesson a few years ago. He woke up.
- Bertha? Why are you wearing a police uniform? W-wait, wait, wait... My
head... It’s killing me... - he tried to crawl away, but the girl blocked his
path. She seemed to have grown up since their last meeting, and now she seemed
like a real giantess. Yet she somehow managed to look sexy and fit.
- Speak. What happened here?
- They beat me up.
- Who!?
- Just my clients... All right, I'm off...
As soon as he raised himself, a devilish thought flashed through her mind:
“don't let him go”. He should be punished for all the poison he sells to the
kids - they're now wandering around the city looking for another dose,
stealing, killing, dying.
- Where are you going?! - she abruptly kicked off her jacket, revealing a white
t-shirt. The guy was clearly weaker than she is, especially now, after all
these years of her service and his degradation.
- What are you doing, Bertha? I'm injured!..
- I've said it all. Fight!
He leaped toward her, a knife flashing in his hand. Bertha reacted by knocking
the bastard back down with a sock to the face, sending the knife rolling into
the corner of the room.
- Oooh... - he howled.
- No one will hear you here. You can stop. - She pulled him up to the cast-iron
radiator like he was weighting like a puppy. She constantly looked around in
anxiety and tested the battery for reliability - it was welded tightly and
couldn’t come off the pipe - even if an elephant would dance on it.
- Well, - she was smiling as she cuffed Vincent to the radiator, so that his
head was lying face up on it.
- Let me go... Let me go... I will give you... Money!.. I have lots...
- Oh, you - Bertha waved her hand, - you can’t buy anything...
- What? I can get it!
She shaked her head.
- The things I'm going to do to you... - she turned her back and sat down on
him, her legs spread wide apart, her bottom pushing him against the radiator.
She alternated between easing the pressure and increasing it as the guy
screamed, trying to breathe, plunged into her immense ass.
- Mmmphf... - the girl insolently unbuttoned her pants and began to masturbate,
sitting on the face of her victim, - Oh, yes...
After tormenting him for a while, she stood up.
- You are fucked up! Are you fucking done?! Can I go now?!
- Oh, come on... - Bertha was pulling down her pants and panties, smiling
slyly... – we have just started...
She stood in front of him, huge, drops of hot lube hanging from her aroused
pussy.
- Lick, - she said, looking down at him. He was silent.
- I'm not...
- Lick, - she repeated...Look, I'm not joking - you're already dead to me. I
won't just leave you here. If you want to live ... Hmm ... If you want to live
a little longer, you will eat my pussy. Got it?
His eyes widened from the realization of his position, he cried for help
desperately. Bertha was worried that some passerby might come in, and then she
would have some trouble with the journalists... She slapped him across the face
a few times, sharply, bitingly, until Vincent came to his senses.
- You've fucking made your choice, - Bertha whispered excitedly, - I'll fucking
make sure this trip is as long and painful for you as possible. Because that's
what I fucking want.
She turned her booty around and sat on his face, so that her big cunt covered
him from nose to forehead.
- Oh, now it’s... Really... Good...
She began to ride him, covering his mouth with her hand so that he could not
scream. The poor man tried to protest, to pull away, but the more he struggled,
the more excited Bertha became, and the deeper his face pushed.
- Yes, Yes! Do you fucking like it? Do you like being fucked, bitch? M? Ah!..
Ah! Ah! Ah!..
At some point, she felt him weaken. Bertha, after cooling herself a little,
removed her hand from his mouth. Vinnie was silent, breathing softly. As she
continued to rape his face, she whispered:
- Listen... Oh... To me. Now you are to... Stick it out... Your fucking
tongue... Huh?.. Clear?
Trembling with fear, he pulled out his tongue. Bertha took it and placed it on
her clit, which was the size of a ripe cherry.
- Lick it... Ah... There... Come on, serve me.
After these words, she began to fuck him harder and more intensely, feeling how
he was trying to please his tormentor, hoping for mercy, while she plunged him
deeper and deeper into her pussy.
- Oh yeah, bitch, lick it, come on, that's it, faster, faster, ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!
A-a-Ah!..
When she came properly, she calmed down and noticed that the poor guy's head
was already a quarter inside her vagina, and that this immersion did not stop.
The very feeling of slowly getting his head inside her big stretching cunt was
incredibly cool.
- Ah... Sit... Tight... Mhm...
He must have anticipated her plans and started shouting. Covering his mouth
again, she plunged him into her, carefully, savoring every moment. Bertha bit
her lip. With one hand, she grabbed his chin and began to push him hard into
herself.
- Ohh...
From time to time, she would contract the muscles of her womanhood, splashing
portions of lube on Vinnie’s face, humiliating him even more. He protested and
spun around, which only provoked her.
- Yeah... Come on... You can do it... You can get out, ha-ha...
She could feel his face, she wanted to rape him, his face entirely, stretching
more and more...
- M-m-m, Oh!.. Oh! Oh! Oh, yeah! Yeah! Yes-s-s!.. - she didn't notice his chin
slipping in as she came again - now his head was completely buried in her. Her
lower belly immediately rounded out, as if she was four months pregnant. Vinnie
struggled fiercely within her pussy with the last of his strength, but it was
all useless. Bertha just kept getting more and more waves of orgasm.
- Oh, Yes! Oh! she was stroking her round tummy.
Her vagina contracted again and again, spurting out more and more lube. As he
writhed in agony, her cunt throbbed, squeezing his head and sending waves of
orgasm through her. Bertha was shaking.
- Yes! Yes! Come on, o-oh! pleasant, agonizing spasms seized her, and she
moaned in a tearful, tortured voice, - more, more! Yes! Ah! Ah! A-ah!..
Finally, she finished, giving out another batch of secretions.
It became quiet. Panting, she looked around and gathered her thoughts. Without
getting up, she put up the man’s hand to check his pulse. His arm hung limply,
but there was a beating. She breathed a sigh of relief as she stroked herself.
Relaxing, she got up, got dressed, and left without looking back, wondering if
this will become her preferred sexual activity from now on.

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