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Don't Drink and Drive
by Stormbringer
Storm_bringer1@webtv.net
A big wad of tobacco flew from Deputy Dennis Brown's mouth, landing
outside the police car, somewhere out in the darkness. It was a nasty
habit, but you had to do something to relieve the boredom. Denny was
always stuck with the night shift, largely because Sheriff Al Davidson
resented having a black man on his police force.
Denny was a hulking, giant of a man. He had been a star running back in
high school and could have gone professional, except he had always
dreamed of being a cop. He had taken criminal justice at the local
commuunity college and graduated a couple years ago. After doing some
traveling, he had returned home and applied for the position of Deputy
of the county police department.
Big Al had just about laughed in his face when he applied. The sheriff
was known as "Big" Al because of his substantial beer gut and also
because of the way he swaggered around town like he owned the place. The
sheriff had informed him that the position was filled and that he should
be a good boy and go home.
Denny's Uncle, the Reverand Martin Luthor Brown had created a big stink,
showing up with his flock at the town council meeting and demanding that
Dennis Brown get the job because blacks were not represented at all in
the county government.
Denny was watching the shouting match at the council meeting, when one
of the council women stood up and explained that the position had
already been filled, but that if anything else opened up Mr Brown would
surely be given top priority. Denny couldn't help but be impressed by
this woman. She had beautiful blonde hair done up in a bun on her head
and a pair of black spectacles were perched on her nose, giving her that
prudish librarian look. Her dress was plain and excessive for the hot
Louisianna sun. She wore a baggy, long sleeve blouse and an ankle length
skirt. Her clothes did little to contain an incredible figure and he
could see a large pair of breasts pushing out the front of her blouse.
Denny thought she would be the most beautiful woman he had ever seen if
she'd just put a smile on her stern looking face. He had known women
like this before, they were either incredibly shy or they covered up,
because they wanted to be taken seriously and not considered as just
some bimbo with a hot body. Denny figured it must be the latter reason,
because she turned out to be an outspoken councilwoman, on the school
board and a prominant church member. It also turned out that she was Big
Al's wife and it was her brother Bobby Ray that was hired to be the new
deputy.
Reverand Brown stirred up enough trouble, that eventually the Mayor told
Big Al to get rid of his brother-in-law and hire the black man. A few
days later Dennis Brown was sworn in and issued a badge. The Sheriff
gave Denny a look that said his life was going to be a living hell from
that moment on.
The last year had been just that, he thought as he spit out all the
tobacco. Denny heard an alligator bark somewhere out in the swamp as he
thought about all the harrassment he'd put up with over the last year,
from always working the night shift to the miniature nazi flag he had
found flying from his antenna just this morning. Nothing could be proven
and of course, no one had seen anything. He was even stuck working now
while all the county employees were having their Christmas party. Denny
wasn't a quitter and he decided to tough it out. Besides, if he quit,
the rednecks won.
**********
Denny saw the headlights a second before his radar went off. The car was
doing nine miles over the limit. Speeding, but no big deal. It was
almost upon him, when he noticed the car cross over the median a couple
of times. He recognized the car immediately. It was Melissa Davidson's,
the sheriff's wife.
Denny spun out of his parking spot and did a u-turn, hitting the lights
as he rapidly closed on the car in front of him. She didn't seem to
notice him and drove for about another mile before pulling over to the
shoulder.
Denny pulled up behind her and smirked as he got out of the car. He had
no intention of arresting her, but figured he could make her a little
nervous. He was still smirking as he walked up to the window. She seemed
to stare at him for a second and then she rolled her window down.
"Evening, Mrs. Davidson," he said, looking into her bright blue eyes.
She wasn't wearing her thick black glasses and he figured she must be
wearing contacts.
"Evening, Deputy," she replied with a sneer.
"Were you aware that you were speeding back there?"
"No s... I didn't," she said. Melissa couldn't quite bring herself to
call a black man sir.
"I also saw you weaving. Have you had anything to drink this evening?"
Melissa snorted. "You know damn well that I've had a few at the party
tonight."
"Yes maam," he said, his face showing no expression. "Exactly how many
is a few?"
"Oh, two or three, I guess," she slurred. Maybe four or five, she
thought .
Denny nodded and said, "Where is Mr. Davidson this evening?"
Melissa sighed. "My husband, your boss, is still at the Christmas party.
I have a church function in the morning, so I had to leave early."
"I'll need to see your license and registration please."
Melissa rolled her eyes and fumbled through her purse for her license
and then grabbed the registration from the glove compartment, handing
both to him.
He thanked her and she watched him walk back to his patrol car. What the
hell does he think he's doing, she thought? Big Al would rip up any
ticket he wrote her. Hell, the judge was her cousin.
Denny sat down in the car and relaxed a few minutes. He wanted to let
her simmer a little while before letting her go. He strongly suspected
Big Al or her brother had planted the nazi flag on his car and this
would be his little revenge. He didn't really dislike Melissa. She had
actually been very polite to him the few times they had spoken, but she
did have that superior snotty attitude, that he found was fairly common
among Southern women, especially towards blacks. Besides, she was just
too hot to hate.
Thinking she had waited enough, he grabbed his flashlight and walked up
to the car. He handed her back her information and shined the light down
on her. Denny felt his cock stir in his pants when he saw the sexy
outfit she was wearing. She had odviously decided to cut loose tonight
for the Christmas party. The dress was black, sleevless and it ended
just above the knees. It had ridden up in the car and showed off her
shapely legs. How had Big Al scored a babe like this? She was in her
early thirties and the sheriff was close to fifty. The only possible
reason Denny could come up with, was that Melissa was the type of woman
who was attracted to power. Marrying the second most powerful man in the
county and elevating herself to a position of prominence in the town.
Why Big Al could even become Mayor one day, and who knows, maybe even
Governor.
Denny was just about to let her go, when he shined the light in the back
seat. There sticking out of a small bag, were several nazi flags. His
eyes narrowed when he saw the swastikas. There had to have been at least
a dozen in the bag. "Please step out of the car Maam. I'm going to give
you some field sobriety tests."
Melissa looked over at him and a chill ran down her spine. His eyes had
turned cold and he had an angry look on his face. Frightened, she
quickly opened up her car door and followed him around behind her car to
stand in the headlights of the police car.
"Ok Mrs. Davidson," said Denny, "hold your arms out and walk along the
yellow line."
He watched her gulp and then she slowly walked away from him along the
line. Denny admired her long legs running up into her skirt and the
tight, firm ass, being hugged by her dress.
"Now turn around and walk towards me please."
Melissa spun around and almost stumbled. Denny fet his cock grow several
inches underneath his pants. Her out-thrust arms were causing her to
arch her back, thrusting out her magnficent breasts. The short black
dress was tight and it hugged her full hips. Mellisa Davidson had a
perfect hourglass figure.
"Are we through yet?" she asked putting her hands on her hips and
tapping one high heeled foot.
"One more test maam," said Denny, pulling a quarter out of his pocket
and throwing it behind her. "Without bending your knees, pick the
quarter up."
"No, I've had enough," she said sneering at him again. "You can't lock
me up without Big Al knowing about it and the judge won't convict me."
"Why Mrs. Davidson, I wouldn't think of disturbing the party. I'm going
to take you straight to the State Police and let their judge deal with
you. Now turn around and bend
over."
The smirk left Melissa's face and turned into a look of shock. She
turned around and looked at the coin lying on the pavement. She had been
wrong about Deputy Brown. She had actually thought that with his
qualifications he'd make a much better officer then her worthless
brother, but here he was harrassing her over a few drinks and she wasn't
even five miles from home. She bent down to pick up the quarter.
Denny felt his cock fatten up some more as he watched the hem of her
dress ride up higher on her thighs approaching her ass. She apparently
realized it and reached around to pull the hem down. Unfortunately for
the poor girl, this caused her to lose balance and she fell over.
"Well Mrs. Davidson, I'm afraid I'm going to have to give you the
breathelizer." He watched her stand back up and brush off her knees.
She held her head down for a minute and when she looked back up, Denny's
heart skipped a beat, for she was smling at him radiantly.
"Officer," said Melissa, "I understand you're just doing your job, and a
commendable one at that, but can't you just let me go? You can follow me
home if you like."
Denny's pulse was pounding and the blood was rushing into his cock,
making it very uncomfortable, confined under his trousers. When she
turned on the charm she was simply stunning. Yet, she was still a woman
who drove around with nazi flags in the back seat of her car. "Maam,
you've failed the field test and I think you're drunk. If the
breathelizer proves it, you can ask the judge to let you go."
The smile quickly left Melissa's face. Something was wrong here, she
couldn't control this man. Most men treated her like a queen and did her
bidding like love sick puppy dogs. She wasn't used to not getting her
way and Melissa felt tears began to roll down her cheeks. "Please let me
go s-sir?" she sobbed. "This will ruin my reputation."
Something came over Denny just then, as he stared at the beautiful woman
standing before him in the tight black dress. Tears were running down
her face as she looked up at him, pleading for mercy. Denny lost his
ability to reason, when all the blood left his brain to fill his cock.
He unsnapped his trousers and pulled the zipper down, gasping with
relief as his hard cock was released from it's prison.
Melissa smiled when his face seemed to relax. She had him. Then she
looked down at his hands fumbling around his trousers. "What the hell
do....," said Melissa, stopping when his long dark cock came into view.
Then she wimpered with fear at the size of it. She had never seen one so
long and thick. Big Al's, or should she say Small Al's penis disappeared
completely underneath his big gut. Even when fully erect, the head just
barely peeked out. The black man's on the oher hand, was massive and
jutted out proudly from a flat stomach.It was over ten inches long, dark
black, and harder then she had ever seen her husband's. Melissa was so
intent upon the black billy club before her, that she failed to notice
he was unbuttoning his shirt. He let the shirt hang open and even scared
to death that she was about to be raped, she couldn't help but admire
his well-defined chest, rippling with muscles.
"Listen up Bitch," he said standing so that the headlights illuminated
his massive cock. "This is the new breathelizer test. Blow on this for
twenty minutes. If you make me cum you're sober, if I don't your drunk
and going to jail."
"i'm not putting that monster in my mouth," she said, still in denial of
the position she was in.
"Just think what the your fellow council members and the school board
will think when your name is all over the front page of the paper. You
now have ninteen minutes."
"T-this is blackmail," Melissa said in disbelief.
"Yes it is. You now have eighteen and a half minutes."
Melissa was confused. She didn't know what to do. There had to be a way
out of this situation, but she wasn't used to being pressured to make
quick decisions. Plus, she couldn't think straight from all the booze.
Her legs felt weak and she fell to her knees before him when he said,
eighteen minutes.
The long black penis jutted out before her, fat, hard and angled down.
"P-please don't make me do this, officer," she pleaded, tears rolling
down her cheeks.
"Seventeen and a half minutes, and you better hurry cause I usually last
a long time," he replied without any sympathy for her.
Melissa used to suck Big Al's cock fairly often, though she had always
refused to swallow his sperm. He was a sucker for a good blow job and
she had used her oral skills to get whatever she wanted from him.
However, she hadn't sucked on it for over eight years as his gut had
grown to big for her to get her head close enough to his little dick to
get her lips on it. She wouldn't have this problem with Deputy Brown she
thought, as she looked at his tight abs. They didn't have an ounce of
fat on them.
"Quit staring and start sucking," he said. "You now only have seventeen
minutes.
Melissa moved her face towards the long black cock and saw it twitch as
her lips neared the plump head. She was revolted, thinking about what
she was about to do, even if the black man was physically perfect in
every way. Her heart was beating rapidly as her tongue reached out to
touch the long pee-slit at the end of his cock. She licked it, tasteing
another man's cock for the first time, before licking around the head
and crown. It swelled up even more, and straightened out, now pointing
right at her. Oh dear god, she thought, jumping back to look at it in
awe. It was twice as long as Big Al's and he isn't even completely hard
yet.
She leaned forward again and licked just under the head and up the
sides. Melissa pursed her lips and planted them on the tip of the
monster cock before her. She parted them and opened her mounth, taking
the head of his cock inside her hot mouth. Still sobbing from the
humiliation, she tightened her lips over the base of the head, holding
it in her mouth and she ran her tongue around the head in her mouth. She
felt it grow even larger, his shaft turning to steel from her teasing
tongue.
"Fifteen minutes," said Denny.
Melissa decided she should get moving. She opened her mouth wide and
pushed forward, letting about half his cock slide into her mouth. This
was a little more then her husband's entire penis and a lot thicker. She
began sucking on half his black cock feeling her old skills returning.
Denny leaned forward and pulled her arms of his shaft, so that he could
lower her dress straps. Her mouth never left his cock, but she seemed
about to protest, so he just said, "Seeing your tits will help me cum
faster." The beautiful white woman seemed to accept that excuse, and he
leaned down to unhook her bra, pulling it off. Her arms flew back up to
the base of his cock as soon as they were freed and he looked down at
her large breasts. They were big, full, and pale white from being
covered up by all her heavy clothes. Her areola were large and pnk,
about the diameter of a coke can. He reached down and tweaked her
nipples, feeling them harden between his thumb and forefinger. They were
fat and long, just like his cock. His fingers teased around her nipples
and he was rewarded, when she let out a little moan around his cock.
Denny stood back up and grabbed her head. He began making thrusting
motions with his hips as he looked down at his black cock, half of it
disappearing into her mouth.
Melissa had quit crying. She was the kind of woman who gave 100% to
every thing she ever did and she found her desire to excel taking over.
She began relaxing her throat and every time he thrust forward, she
tried to swallow a little more. She saw his curly black pubic hair just
inches from her lips, and after a few minutes she was touching them as
his entire cock was buried in her mouth. She inhaled through her nose
smelling him and finding his sweaty odor to be very masculine and
intoxicating.
"Oh yeah bitch," he said. "Suck on that big cock." Denny looked at his
watch. She had five minutes left. "Ten minutes," he said.
His words both aroused and scared her. Melissa doubled her efforts,
bobbing her head up and down rapidly along his thick black cock. She
mumbled contentedly around his cock. It had been so long and she had
forgotten how much she had missed having Big Al's penis in her mouth.
She paused, thinking that she had never actually enjoyed sucking on her
husband. It had made her feel powerful knowing that he was putty in her
hands, but she hadn't enjoyed it. Melissa also realized that she wasn't
the one empowered as she sucked on Denny's black cock. He was using her
like she was some slut, and she shivered at the thought of being used by
a man for his satisfaction. She tried to suppress the feelings of
pleasure she was getting from it.
Another ten minutes had passed and Denny said, "Five minutes." He
watched her attack his cock and said, "Talk dirty, that usually makes me
cum quickly."
Melissa was disgusted at the thought, but the words came unbidden into
her head. She took her mouth off his cock and stroked the shaft with her
hands. "I love your cock," she said kissing the head. "Your so much
bigger then my husband. I love your black cock. I want it to cum for
me."
Melissa went nuts trying to make him cum. She attacked his cock worried
that she was out of time and would still go to jail after doing this
horrible deed. His cock head started swelling up and she knew she had
made it. Melissa backed up to jack him off until he came. Instead, she
found his hands tighten on her head and he began fucking her mouth. She
tried to protest, but he refused to stop and she felt his cock jerk in
his mouth, his hot semen striking the back of her throat. Then, the
plump head was in her mouth, filling it with his cum. She tasted semen
for the first time, and was forced to gulp it down. She had never
swallowed her husband's cum before and she wished she had known before,
how good it felt to have a man cum in your mouth. Big Al only came a few
drops, but the black man filled her mouth at least three times.
Denny pulled out and aimed his cock at her face, cumming one last time.
She squinted in disgust as a large strand splatered on her face from her
eye to her mouth. He wiped his cock off on her cheeks and shoved it back
into his pants, zipping up.
He watched her slowly dressing. She seemed to be in shock as she put her
bra back on and pulled her dress back up. Denny looked at his watch,
close to an hour had passed. "You just made it,"he said. "Your free to
go home."
Melissa just nodded and got into her car feeling the wetness between her
legs as she sat down.
"Be sure to give your husband a big kiss when he gets home," Denny
yelled at her as she started her car and drove back onto the road.
Bastard, she thought as she drove off towards her house. She looked in
the rearview mirror to see that Deputy Brown was getting back into his
squad car. She looked up at her reflection and grimaced at the sperm
liquifying on her cheeks. She'd have to clean up quickly before Big Al
got home from the party. Her husband was sure going to get fucked
tonight, she thought. Melissa was so horny, she wanted to rub her slit
along her seat. She had trouble believing her horniness was because of a
black man. She hated him. In fact, she decided that she would do
everything in her power to see that he was fired and that he never
worked anywhere in this county again. Melissa smiled to herself as she
hurried home. God, she was horny.
Denny drove back to his speed trap and parked, taking out another wad of
tobacco and plopping it in his mouth. His radar went off a minute
later. This car was going twenty over the speed limit and a minute
later Big Al sped by him on his way home. Denny hoped that Melissa
wouldn't have tme to brush her teeth before kissing her husband.
He felt guilty over what he had done. Something had come over him as she
stared up at him crying and begging to be let off the hook. Worse, he
felt that he would do anything to sink his cock into her white pussy
just once. He felt his pulse race as he thought of the power he now had
over the beautiful councilwoman.
Deputy Dennis Brown looked up at the new video camera mounted on the
dash. He patted it affectionately.
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