It's just business, detective Lin!

ff, necrophilia, facesitting, snuff film, male pov, ebony, white, asian

"Your wildest fantasy come true!"

Cheery female voice complemented the image. An extreme close-up of a seductively swaying big black ass filled the screen.

The ass was magnificent. Two meaty globes jiggled up and down, as the woman moved in the rhythm of her own music.

"Have you ever wanted to see your female relative be suffocated by a huge ebony ass? It could be your daughter, your niece, or whoever! Make her meet her end under the ass of the goddess!"

Two police detectives were sitting in their office in front of the monitor. A middle aged man in a leather jacket was detective MacMillan. Disheveled and unshaven, he always had bags under eyes and always looked like he was suffering from hangover. This attribute was beneficial on days when MacMillan actually was hangover - and today he was.

"Only for a price of $500,000 in cash! Best video quality! Confidentiality guaranteed!"

Two hands grabbed the ass cheeks and lifted them up, revealing a round, clean asshole above juicy, shaven pussy lips. Dark web contact information, in form of a confusing string of numbers, appeared on the screen. The video ended, leaving the ass as the last frame frozen on the screen. That ass was so fucking juicy, it made MacMillan's mouth water. He swallowed and peeked at his colleague who was sitting at his side.

Detective Maya Lin was of the type of Asian women whose age was really hard to discern. She could as well be in her twenties, as in her fifties, and only wrinkles in the corners of her tired eyes revealed that she was a veteran of the force with ten years of experience.

"We got this video couple weeks ago..." MacMillan said.

"Then why are you showing it to me only now?" Lin asked abruptly.

"Well... at first this seemed to be a prank. Advertisement to suffocate a female relative for kicks seemed bit outlandish. Why would someone spend such a sum for that!"

Detective Lin turend her eyes at him, colored with a tinge of surprise.

"Most importantly - why would someone even do something so wicked!"

"Of course, that too..." MacMillan muttered. "But, whatd'ya know - here's something that was streamed only 15 minutes ago."

MacMillan started a new video. He rubbed his forhead, the headache was not letting it go. Unrelated to this, his dick was hard too. Detective was thinking about a new Asian "massage" parlor he heard had opened downtown. It sure needed to be paid a visit, and maybe coerced to have his "protection". He tried to concentrate on the subject.

"The stream was coming from an uninvolved party," he said. "We only know the area from where it originated - our station appears to be the closest."

The new video was dark and grainy. At first it was impossible to make sense of anything, then the image centred on a brighter rectangle in the middle. It turned out to be a ventilation hole in dirty brick wall, behind which there was a source of bright light. Somebody was holding the phone unsteadily and breathing heavily.

"It appears, somebody have stumbled on this scene. It's basically live - fool decided to stream for about a minute, before getting scared and ran away."

"It's not a private location then," Lin remarked.

"Yea, I guess you're right."

The video focused on what was happening behind the wall. Three strong lamps were lighting the scene from three sides, while everything was being filmed by a camera on a tripod. A wide pad was stretched on the dirty concrete floor, with three naked bodies on it. Faces were not visible - two black women were wearing masks, while blonde girl's face was hidden under one of the black asses. Only her golden hair remained visible under the ass. While the larger and shaplier of the two assailants was grinding herself onto victim's face, the other, leaner and slimmer, was sitting on her legs and probing blonde girl's pussy with her fingers. The victim was squirming and twisting underneath, unable to escape. Girl's hands were grabbing at facesitter's thighs and ass, but it was obvious, that those were merely last throes of her struggle. The video didn't show the end of her struggle, as the image went out of focus and then went black.

"Fuck me!" detective Lin exclaimed.

She was breathing hard. MacMillan was observing Lin for the whole of video's short runtime. More than everything, he wanted to see her reaction. MacMillan had a thing for Asian women and his dick was still hard since the first time he saw the video. Maybe it was expectant thinking, but he thought he saw Lin's nipples stiffen under her shirt.

"So, there you go," MacMillan added. "Some rich asshole actually paid for the service, and we have a snuff video on our hands. Lucky us to find out so quickly! The ass here and in the ad - looks the same to me."

Lin shook her head, unbelieving of what she had just seen.

"Of course, we'll find the phone from which the stream was made very soon," MacMillan kept mumbling. "Then we'll find the witness, then where all of this was happening..."

Lin thought about something, then her dark eyes widened.

"Wait, you said the stream was just 15 minutes ago?" Lin exclaimed. "Then come, we gotta go fast!"

Without even waiting for him she dashed out of the room. All MacMillan could do was to hurry after her. They went through the hall, down the stairs and eventually in the parking garage of the precinct. When MacMillan opened the door to the car, Lin was already starting the engine. A second later they darted through the streets.

"Come on, Mac, don't be so obtuse. Two black bitches are making snuff films nearby, we have to be fast to stop them!"

"Sure, but what are we...?"

The car jumped over another pothole and insides of his guts quaked. MacMillan almost threw out. Lin didn't even notice, she was glued to the steering wheel, her expression of a blood hound on the hunt.

"Streamed from nearby, and only minutes ago, right? How many deserted places fit the video around here?"

Gray walls of an abandoned factory appeared through the windshield.

"Is there even point to hurry that much..." bleated MacMillan.

"You saw their setup - lights, camera, this and that... It will take some time for these bitches to pack it all!"

MacMillan didn't need more explanation. They could either get evidence, or, if lucky, the murderers themselves. That is, if only the place was the right one.

Lin slowed down and steered the vehicle through the unguarded opening in the wooden fence that surrounded the factory yard. The place was empty and long abandoned. The gray brick walls of an old multi-storey factory looked like the brick wall in the video.

Lin stopped the car and jumped out. Lighting her flashlight, she rushed into the building through an open side entrance, without paying a look at detective MacMillan. The image of the young girl suffocating under the big, soft black ass was driving the Asian detective forward. Killing to entertain some sick, rich bastard. It was too late to help the girl, but there was a chance to deliver justice.

With some effort, MacMillan stumbled out of the car. Then needed a minute to catch his breath. After realising he was fine and his head wasn't going around, he headed after detective Lin inside the dark depths of the old dilapidated factory.

The place was dark. MacMillan cursed, he had no idea where detective Lin was. He turned one corner, then another, and hardly knew where he was himself. The dirty floor was covered in dust and little crumbs of broken concrete. He felt them crumble under his steps.

MacMillan got through another doorway and stopped. The room was big, probably it was used to contain various machinery. It took a second for him to realise what was lying on the floor in the middle of the room. It resembled a human body. Insufficient light was coming from windows with dirty thick glass high above the head. MacMillan shone his flashlight and gasped.

It was the girl from the video. This had to be the same room, although already cleared of filming equipment. MacMillan approached the lifeless body. The girl was completely naked. MacMillan imagined, that the killers, two black women, just tossed her aside after their video was done. She had rolled on the dirty floor, gathering dust and concrete particles. Now the girl lay in an unnatural pose like a useless broken doll.

MacMillan couldn't her whole body in the narrow spotlight from his lamp. He directed the light to girl's face. Her blue eyes were stuck in a wide expression of surprise and horror, frozen in the moment she died under someones ass, not even a half an hour ago. Strands of her blonde hair were stuck to her face, along with a patches of dust. Where not covered with dust her face was shiny from saliva and, as MacMillan speculated, killer's pussy juice.

MacMillan felt his dick harden. His hangover headache had receded, leaving a general sense of dizziness. Something about finding this dead girl was so exciting him. Who was she? Somebody's innocent daughter or niece? Somebody rich enough to pay for a video of his precious girl being smothered by even sexier ass? Fuck, MacMillan wanted to see the full video.

He ran his hands over girl's skin, brushing away some of the concrete particles. She was still a bit warm. MacMillan's hand grabbed her small titties, squeezed them. He had seen enough dead bodies in his life, but never one that was just smothered in such an exotic way. Her boobs were dirty, and even more enticing to him than if she had been alive. He felt he could fuck this petite body right here, right now - on the same dirty floor she was lying on. MacMillan moved his hand over the girl's belly and further towards her crotch. He pushed his fingers inside her pussy, and found out it was wet and slippery.

A thought came to detective's mind - what if Lin walked in on him? He had no idea where she was wandering about. And then there was all the evidence he was leaving on the girl. MacMillan reluctantly took his hands off the body. He should jerk off, he decided, just somewhere further away from the crime scene. With his movements restricted by raging hardon, he awkwardly stepped away from the room.

MacMillan reached a narrow room where he decided was safe to wank. He put his flashlight away and pulled his aching dick out. He evoked the image of the dead girl in his mind and started stroking. After couple strokes something interrupted him. A flash of light caught MacMillan's eye. The light was coming from some room at the other side of the wall, through a high hole from fallen out bricks. Faint noise was coming from the other side.

Detective MacMillan stopped jerking off. With his dick in hand he moved closer to the hole. He stepped on sticking-out edge near the floor and stretched his neck, so he could see through the hole. Noise of a struggle was comming from the other side.

When MacMillan peeked through the hole he had to suppress a surprised gasp. Detective Lin was there, and both black ladies from the snuff video were there too. They had their clothes on this time. They were wearing dark jeans and easy to remove tops. Couple of large bags of filming equipment were on the floor next to them. The larger black woman was holding Lin's hands from behind.

"You're not that tough without your gun, aren't you?" she said. "Strip her, Simone!"

MacMillan's jaw almost hit the floor. Lin's gun was lying on the floor at her feet. He could not fathom how had she got into this humiliating and dangerous situation. What the situation demanded from MacMillan as a police detective, was to put his dick back in his pants and run out to help Lin. Yet he didn't move. Morbid curiosity made him stay on the other side of the wall and observe.

Black ladies were holding detective Lin in a way that gave MacMillan the best view of her body. The slimmer of two women, who the other had called Simone, pulled Lin's shirt out of her pants. Lin tried to wriggle out of larger woman's grip, but she was held tight.

"You fucking bitches!" Lin screamed. "I am a police detective!"

Simone delivered a quick punch to Asian woman's belly.

"Ungh!"

After the explosion of pain in her stomach, Lin hung in the larger woman's hands, docile and gasping for air. Simone had picked up Lin's id and badge.

"Maya Lin," Simone read. "Yvonne, she wasn't lying!"

While larger woman, Yvonne, was holding her captive, Simone pulled Lin's pants to the ground reavealing simple panties. MacMillan couldn't separate himself from the viewing hole. He would come to Lin's rescue, he told himself. Just not before these two women undressed her, to let him see Lin's naked body. She could wait a minute, she souldn't know later, noone would. Meanwhile Yvonne and Simone were continuing to abuse their new victim.

"Tits out, detective Lin!" Simone giggled.

She tore Lin's shirt apart, revealing her bra. Next moment the bra was off too. Simone pulled down Lin's panties. MacMillan ogled her, so mesmerised that he even forgot to stroke his dick. Lin's naked body was in full view. She had one of those bodies that didn't become fat with age. Her flat belly had some stretchmarks. The pussy was shaven except for a tiny patch of dark hair above the cunt lips. Lin's nipples were dark and thick as pencil erasers.

"Thank you for keeping yourself in shape, detective," Yvonne said. "And for coming without backup. We'll play with you, before we retire you!"

Hearing that, Lin tried to wriggle out of the grip again.

"Let me go!" she screamed.

Simone reacted immediately, and made her fist slam into Lin's belly.

"Eeegh..." escaped Lin's lips.

She gasped for air, and her knees gave out. Yvonne let her go. Detective collapsed to the floor, reduced to a sad pile of misery. Tears were running over Lin's cheeks.

Detective MacMillan was trying to be silent. He wiped drool from the edge of his mouth as Yvonne pulled down her jeans. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. Her naked ass looked even bigger when not being constrained by the stretchy fabric.

MacMillan knew what was going to happen. Yvonne was going to suffocate Lin with her ass, just like the blonde girl before. He realised that now was the right time to take his hand off his dick and pull out the gun. He could shoot at the attackers through the hole, save Lin's life.

MacMillan still had time to save her. Suffocation under Yvonne's ass would take couple minutes, Lin wouldn't be dead in an instant. He just wanted to see how it happens. Just a little more, MacMillan told himself.

"Please..." Lin begged.

Yvonne silenced her by covering her face with her ass. She sat comfortably, as if she had done it million times, and rubbed her own cunt. Simone played the role as before with the blonde girl: she held Lin down and fingered Lin's pussy at the same time.

"She's enjoying it, sis!" she laughed.

Yvonne didn't reply, as she was busy rubbing herself. Simone pulled down her own jeans and massaged her clit with other hand. Both ladies rubbed themselves to orgasm while Lin was trapped and gasping for air. Her pathetic squirming was hopeless.

Unknown to them MacMillan was rubbing his dick too, trying to make as little noise as possible. The time seemed to stop for all of them. Lin's body convulsed for the last time, and went still. Seconds later Yvonne and Simone shuddered under the impact of waves of pleasure and loudly moaned. They breathed heavily, laughed and high-fived.

"What a fun day, sis!" Yvonne said.

She pulled up her pants, struggling a bit with her giant ass.

"It sure was!" Simone replied.

They didn't know that detective MacMillan at the same time was shooting the biggest load of his life, painting the dirty concrete wall with ropes of thick cum. He froze, leaning at the wall with his softening dick in hand.

Lin was dead, it was too late to save her. Yvonne and Simone picked up bags with their filming equipment and walked away. Neither of them paid any more attention to lifeless body behind their backs. Yvonne's ass swayed seductively, waving goodbye to MacMillan. The killers walked out of his view.

Detective MacMillan leaned at the wall, panting. He stepped away from the viewing hole and looked for the door. MacMillan's duty was to chase the two killers, but... He just wanted to find Lin's corpse.