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Don't Drink and Drive (Part 2)
by Stormbringer
Storm_bringer1@webtv.net
Melissa managed to brush her teeth and remove the taste of Deputy
Brown's sperm from her mouth just before Big Al got home. She was horny
and needed to feel her husband's penis inside her. Big Al had a
surprised look on his face when she practically attacked him and threw
him on the bed.
**********
He smelled of sweat and beer. She felt squashed underneath his fat
torso. Big Al's beer belly was like a barrier between their two bodies
and it was so large that only the head of his little penis was sliding
in and out of her pussy. Not that it mattered, women didn't enjoy sex,
they just used it to get what they wanted from a man. Still, as she
thought of the twelve inch black cock that she had been forced to suck
on earlier, Melissa got the strangest feeling that she was missing out
on something.
Damn! She felt like she was going to suffocate. Why wasn't Big Al done
yet? He normally only lasted a couple minutes. It must be the booze, she
reasoned. Melissa wrapped her long, lean legs around his hairy back and
screamed, "That's it baby, fuck me, fuck meeeee." Talking dirty always
made him orgasm. "You're the best Big Al," she cried. Melissa felt his
little penis jerk as he came. She couldn't feel his semen inside her and
his load was never enough to bother cleaning up. Not that she could of
if she wanted to, she thought hearing him snore. The fat bastard had
passed out on top of her.
**********
Melissa fixed herself a cup of coffee the next morning. Big Al had a
hangover and was having a little trouble getting moving that morning.
Her head didn't feel all that good either. When she had finally squeezed
out from under her husband, she had spent the night tossing and turning.
She was horny and frustrated. Melissa tried to concentrate on work, but
the image of Deputy Browns fat cock dangling before her face kept
popping into her mind. The more she thought about what he had made her
do, the hornier she had gotten. Her nipples had popped out and her
thighs were soaked with her juices as she tried to sleep, but instead
kept dwelling on the events of last night. The lack of sleep had made
her hangover worse and she was in a horrible mood. What kind of a man
would blackmail a woman into a blow job? Nobody humiliated Melissa
Davidson and got away with it. She had to get revenge, but how?
Melissa needed to take her mind off of Deputy Brown and her throbbing
head for a while. Al had left a folder on the table. She reached over
and opened it. The folder was a recent sheriff's department inventory
list. Her well trained eye quickly scanned the figures, noting several
descrepancies. Several handguns, a shotgun, and a lot of ammo were
missing.
"What are you doing?"
The voice startled Melissa. Big Al had finally gotten out of bed. "Al,"
she said still looking at the papers, "How come you didn't tell me
you're missing some guns?"
"How do you know that?" he asked.
"I budgeted out the money to buy them, remember," she answered. "I have
to inform city council."
"No!" he said forcibly, then he explained. "You might interfere with an
on going investigation."
"Who do you think did it?"
"Isn't it odvious?" the sheriff said. "Its got to be the black guy."
I love your big black cock, flashed into her mind. She shook her head to
clear it and said, "Deputy Brown? Yes, that makes sense. You going to
arrest him?"
"As soon as we get the evidence. I'm trying to get a warrant to search
his apartment."
"I'll talk Sam into writing up a warrant." Her cousin, the judge, got as
flustered as any man around her. She knew she wouldn't have any trouble
getting what she wanted from him. Here was the means of getting her
revenge on the black man.
"Thanks dear," he said smiling at her. "Now I have to get to work." Big
Al kissed her on the forehead and walked out the door.
**********
Denny was carrying some paperwork towards the Sheriff's office, when he
heard Big Al talking on the phone. Something made him pause and he
looked over at Deputy Stevens desk. It was empty. He was probably in the
bathroom. Denny leaned forward and listened at the door.
"Thanks your honor," said Big Al. "Don't worry we'll get that black
bastard."
Denny frowned and continued listening. He heard the sheriff hang up and
then he was dialing another number.
"Bobby Ray," said the sheriff, "we got trouble.
Meet me at Suzies tonight at 8:00."
Denny heard the toilet flush and Stevens was coming out of the bathroom.
Denny knocked on the Sheriffs door and entered. Big Al quickly hung up
the phone and glared at him as he set the paperwork down on the desk.
Denny quickly exited the room and went over to his locker to get ready
for his patrol.
He checked his weapon and went out to the car. The hair was standing up
on the back of his neck. Suzies was a local watering hole where all the
rednecks hung out. The sheriff had called his brother-in-law and told
him they had trouble. Big Al was up to something and Denny had a gut
feeling that it had to do with him. Had Melissa told her husband what
had happened?
Denny was so worried, he decided to swing by his apartment to pick up
his insurance
**********
Denny pulled off the side of the road, hiding his car behind some trees.
After dousing the lights, he checked his watch, 7:30. He sat back and
rested for a few minutes. He pictured the beautiful Melissa Davidson
kneeling before him, sucking on his cock. Denny's squeezed his hard
penis through his pants as he remembered playing with her nipples until
she had given an involuntary moan. He had never seen a more perfect
woman in his life. His penis was so hard it started hurting him, so he
removed it from his pants and begin slowly stroking it.
The radar detector brought him out of his fantasies a few minutes later.
It was flashing about fifteen miles over the speed limit and he smiled
as Big Al sped by on his way to meet his brother-in-law. With some
difficulty, Denny stuffed his long cock into his pants and started the
car. He turned it on the road in the opposite direction from where Big
Al was headed and sped off into the night.
Denny pulled up into Big Al's driveway a few minutes later. The sheriff
had a huge house. It had a big back yard and a wharf. A boat house sat
on the edge of the wharf. Al and Melissa sure did alright for
themselves. Denny thought of his little three room apartment and wished
he could live in a place like this someday.
He pulled the police car up to the front door and honked the horn a
couple times. He saw a curtain move on the second floor and Melissa's
head sillouetted aganst the window.
Melissa had just gotten out of the bathtub and hadn't even had time to
dry off when she heard the car horn. She peaked out and saw the police
car. Melissa put her glasses on and grabbed her robe off the bed. She
ran downstairs and was tying her robe around her thin waist as she
opened the front door to see what her husband had forgotten.
A giant figure pushed its way in as she opened the door and startled,
she fell back on the floor. She looked up at the large black man and
tried to scream, but just a whimper escaped her throat. He was grinning
and his eyes were roaming up and down her body. Melissa looked down and
was horrified to see that her robe had fallen open when she fell. Her
nude body was on display for Deputy Brown and her legs were spread,
showing him her slit.
Scared and humiliated she closed her robe and tried to crawl backwards
away from the intruder.
She was thinking of the revolver upstairs in the bedoom and how she
could get up to it, when he grabbed her and pulled her to her feet.
Deputy Brown shoved a video into her hand and simply said, "Go watch
it."
Melissa was confused and just stood there for a minute looking at the
video tape in her hands. The black man just stood still, arms folded
across his chest. He didn't seem too threatening, so she calmed down and
walked into the living room, inserting the tape into the vcr. Curious,
she hit play and sat back to see what was on it.
Tears started rolling down her eyes as she saw herself kneeling before
Dennis Brown and sucking on his fat cock. She had tried to pretend it
hadn't excited her, but the woman on the video was clearly enjoying
herself. Of course he had left out the part where he blackmailed her and
the parts where she was crying. She saw him tweaking her nipples and the
look of pleasure cross her face as he did so. If she listened hard, she
could hear herself telling him how much she loved his cock and how much
bigger he was then her husband. God, why had she said those things? Big
Al would kill her if he ever saw this. She'd be voted out of office and
asked to resign off the school board. She was trapped.
"You can keep this copy," he said. "I have another at my apartment."
"What do you want from me?"
"You can start by taking off your robe," he ordered.
Reluctantly, Melissa undid her belt and let the robe hang open, before
letting it fall to the floor. She had decidied to play along and try to
get him up into the bedroom. If she could get the gun, she would be the
one in control again. She could then force him to take her back to his
apartment and retreive the second copy of the video. By tomorrow, he'd
be arrested and no one would believe a criminal. She was also pleased
with the reaction she got from him after showing him her body. The first
time Big Al had seen her naked was their wedding night. He had gone all
weak in the knees and had trouble performing. It was then that she
realized, she could control him. The black man seemed just as excited,
though he wasn't showing any signs of weakness.
Denny felt sweat on his brow as he looked at the incredibly beautiful
naked woman standing before him. Her little blonde pussy hairs were
neatly trimmed and she had tan marks indicating that she liked to wear a
very small bikini. Quite the opposite picture from the conservative
woman that covered up her body when in public. The thick black glasses
perched on her nose and the elegant way she had done up her long blonde
hair in a bun on her head presented an interesting contradiction to her
strippers body. She also had a smug self-assured expression on her face
that worrried him.
"Please Officer," she pleaded, "not down here. Lets go up to the
bedroom."
The thought of fucking her in Big Al's bed excited Denny and he said,
"Lead on."
Denny was distracted by her shapely ass, shaking back and forth as he
followed her up the stairs. However, the smug look on her face had him
alert though and he carefuly unloaded his gun as he walked behind her.
They entered the bedroom. It contained a king-sized bed and was
elegantly furnished. She tried to lead him over towards the left side of
the bed, but he grabbed her and spun her around.
Melissa frowned in frustration. The revolver was in a nightstand on the
left side of the bed. He was pulling over to the right side. There was
no way in hell she was going to let her pussy get defiled by a black
man's cock and she quickly calculated the odds of making a dash for the
gun. Officer Brown was the fittest, most muscular man she had ever seen,
but even with all that bulk, his movements seemed to suggest fast
reflexes and speed. She saw herself being grabbed before reaching the
gun and gave up on that idea.
"Take off my clothes," he ordered her.
Melissa nodded and began unbottoning his uniform. Alright, she thought,
get his pants around his ankles and make a run for the gun.
She finished with the shirt and pushed it off. He was wearing a tight
white t-shirt that showed off his biceps and contrasted wth his dark
black skin. She pushed her hands under the t-shirt and lifted it up as
high as she could, he helped get it off by pulling it over his head. Do
it now, his eyes are covered and his hands are tied up, she thought, but
her opportunity was gone within a second.
Once again, Melssa had the thought of being cheated as she compared
Denny's body with her husbands. Involuntarily, her hands went to his
chest and and ran down the hard muscled ridges of his body, over his abs
and back up to his shoulders. She ran both hands over to feel his bicep
and he grinned and made a muscle for her. It would take about three of
her hands to encircle his arm.
Melissa was ashamed to realize her body was betraying her. Her long,
thick nipples were so hard they ached, and she could feel wetness
between her legs. She gulped, and moved her hands down to his belt
buckle.
There was his gun. The strap was securely fastened and it would take a
few seconds to try to grab it. She needed to get in control again and
had resolved to try to get it, because her body was starting to react to
his dominance in ways that were unnerving her.
She was about to make her attempt, when her hands finished with his belt
and the weight caused his pants to fall to the floor around his knees,
taking his gun out of her reach.
Denny had seen her staring at his unloaded gun and he put his beefy
hands on her shoulders and kicked his pants off, pushing them out of the
way.
Melssa knew his legs were temporarily immobilized and was just about to
make a run for the revolver, when his hands grabbed her shoulders. She
watched him kick his gun across the floor her and then his hands were
forcing her to her knees before him. Oh dear god, she thought, she was
going to have to give him another blow job.
"Suck on my cock you white bitch and tell me how much you love it or
everyone in town gets a copy of the tape," he demanded. This is how you
treat a woman that rides around in a car with nazi flags in the back
seat.
Melissa's face flushed with the hatred she felt for him as she looked up
at his face. Then she lowered her head and looked at the monster moving
underneath his white briefs. The hatred
turned to shame, when she realized that she wanted to see his cock
again. Her shaking hands reached out and grasped the waistband of his
underwear and slowly pulled them down. She saw his curly black pubic
hairs first, then inch by inch of his incredible cock revealed itself.
It was so hard, that she had trouble pulling the briefs down, as it was
trying to force its way upwards. She struggled to get the waistband
around the head, and his penis flew upwards to dangle before her face,
when she finally released it.
Melssa stared at the long slit at the tip of his cock. Pre-cum was
oozing from it and dripping down underneath. The head was throbbing with
each beat of his pulse. It looked even bigger then she remembered. The
light shined off his twelve inch cock and it seemed to glow with power.
Melissa parted her lips and placed them on the tip of his cock, before
opening her mouth around the fat black head of his penis.
She attacked his cock, convincing herself that the better she did the
sooner he would want to move to the bed, where she could grab the
revolver. She twirled her tongue around the crown and licked up and down
the length of his hard rod. Mellisa lifted up his cock and looked at his
big balls. She hefted them in her hands, feeling how heavy they were. No
wonder he came so much the last time, she thought, comparing his to her
husband's shrunken little testicles. Melissa relaxed her jaws and tried
to suppress her gag reflex, before returning her mouth to the head. She
licked and kissed it before swallowing about half of his cock into her
mouth.
Denny looked down a the beautiful woman sucking on his dick. She looked
so prim and proper with her long blonde hair up in a bun and her dark
glasses perched on her nose. He was amazed at how good she was at
sucking cock, seeing her swallow six, eight, ten, then all twelve inches
as his pubic hairs tickled her nose. She was completely focused and it
was like nothing else mattered to her, but sucking on his cock. He said,
"I don't hear you telling me how much you love it," and his words seemed
to awaken her from a trance.
Melissa jumped when she heard him and remembered where she was. She
squeezed her lips around his cock and slowly slid it out of her mouth.
She caught her breath for a couple seconds, before speaking. "I love
sucking on your big black cock," she said while looking up at him and
stroking his penis with both her hands. "I've never seen anything so big
and hard. It's almost three times as big as my husbands."
Denny reached down and yanked off her glasses, throwing them off to the
side on the carpet. "Let your hair down," he ordered. He watched her
take her hands off his cock and reach around behind her head, until her
hair fell halfway down her back. "That's better," he said, "If your
going to talk like a slut, you need to look like a slut."
Damn him! His words both angered and excited her even more. She shivered
for some reason when he called her a slut and she started to feel
strange deep in her womb. Melissa continued telling him how much she
loved his cock between sucking on it for about ten minutes before he
pulled his dick out of her mouth and pulled her to her feet.
He pushed her towards the wrong side of the bed and she was just about
to make a dive for the gun, when he spun her around. He ran his large
calloused hands all over her body and she shivered again as he pinched
her nipples. She felt him push her backwards and she fell on the bed.
"Please don't do this," she begged, thinking he was about to defile her
before she could reach the revolver. She looked over at him in horror
and her brows furrowed as he had disappeared. Melissa brought her head
up and looked down seeing his broad black face grinning at her from
between her legs. Oh my god, she thought, he's going to eat my pussy.
Big Al would do this for her for hours if she ordered him to, but he had
never seemed to enjoy it or be very good at it, so she rarely bothered.
Deputy Brown on the other hand seemed like he couldn't wait to taste
her. His strong hands pushed her legs back and she could feel his hot
breath on her pussy. He blew on it for a minute teasing her, before she
felt his tongue flicker out and touch her labia. Melissa's whole body
spasmed at the touch and she moaned in fear and anticipation.
Denny ran his tongue from her rectum to her clit rapidly teasing her
pussy lips with flicks of his tongue. He stuck it straight out and
rammed it into her pussy remorselessly while holding tight onto her legs
to keep her body from flailing around too much.
Melissa's eyes were wide as she stared at the ceiling. It was painted
blue with white clouds to make it look like the sky. It wasn't supposed
to be like this. Having her pussy eatten by the black man felt better
then anything she had ever done with Big Al. His tongue felt bigger then
her husband's penis and her body was responding to every lick and thrust
it.
The strange feeling in her womb had spread to her pussy and stomach. It
felt like a bomb about to go off and it frightened her. "Please
officer," she pleaded, "please stop. Something's happening. It's scaring
me." Even as she said it, his tongue was teasing her clit and she was
making little circular motions with her pussy around it. Melissa's eyes
rolled up in the back of her head and her hands grabbed onto the
blanket, squeezing it tight. She held her body still, but it trembled
involuntarily. She felt his tongue cup around her clit and then, with
one strong thrust of his tongue, her first orgasm burst from her body.
Her body spasmed and she thrust her pussy into his face, trying to get
his tongue in deeper while screaming, "Noooo, c-can't be h-happening."
"Yesss," she murmered thinking she had died and gone to heaven. She flew
through the sky her whole body alive with a pleasure that had once been
unimaginable to her. After a minute or so, her eyes focused and heaven
turned into the painted ceiling of her bedroom.
She looked up to see Dennis Brown grinning down at her. She looked at
him with a mixture of awe and fear written on her face. Melissa felt a
brief moments shame and closed her legs. He ignored her and walked over
to the left side of the bed. He laid down on his back and held his
twelve inch cock up for her to see.
"Come and get it," he said.
Melissa was still breathing heavy as she sat up. She turned over onto
her knees and crawled over towards his legs, throwing one leg over his
so that she straddled him.
"You put it in," Denny said letting his cock fall onto his stomach as he
released it.
Melissa nodded. There was the nightstand containing Big Al's revolver
right up by the black man's beefy arm. Oral sex was bad enough, but she
couldn't let his penis soil her pussy.
Melissa started inching her way forward towards the gun and her
salvation. Her wet pussy dripped onto his balls and his pubic hairs
tickled her thighs. She moved forward, sliding her slit along inch after
inch of his massive black cock. They both moaned together and she knew
she could reach the gun as he closed his eyes with pleasure.
Melissa was sitting near the end of his cock on his stomach. She lifted
her pussy up and leaned forward reaching for the drawer holding the gun.
As she did so, her pussy lips parted and slid over the fat head of his
cock. Her eyes flew wide as she felt it enter her. She had to get the
gun and decided to ignore it for the time being. She pushed her hips
back as she opened the drawer and several inches easily entered her wet
pussy. I felt wonderful having something so thick and hard in her, she
thought as her hand closed around the revolver's handle. She now had the
gun and was the one in control again. She could stop whenever she
wanted, but Melissa figured a few more inches wouldn't hurt anything.
She closed her eyes and moaned, loving every inch. Ok, just one more,
she thought. He was in deeper then Big Al had ever been and it was just
a little more then half of his incredible cock. She'd put just the one
more, and then she'd hold the gun under his chin. He'd whimper in fear
and his cock would shrivel up, as he begged for mercy. Melissa imagined
herself making him take her to his apartment, where'd he'd give her the
other vdeo tape and then as punishment for defiling her, she'd make him
clean out her pussy with his tongue again. She held her eyes clenched
shut as she pushed down on his cock.
It was in eight inches now and it hurt her pussy a little, but it hurt
her wrist even more. She opened her eyes to see his big strong hand
squeeziing her wrist. She knew it was hopeless and didn't even try to
fight. The gun hit the floor with a thud.
Officer Brown was looking at her kind of funny and she swore it was a
look of respect. He shook his head at her. "Melissa," he said, "you've
been a bad girl."
Denny threw her off him and reached down to pick up the revolver. He
swifty unloaded it and carried it over towards his gun. He dropped it
and retrieved his handcuffs from his belt.
Melissa was sobbing into her arms on the bed when he returned to her. He
had deftly handcuffed her hands around the bedpost before she even knew
what he was doing.
Melissa blinked back the tears, to find her hands were restrained. The
black cop pulled her to her knees and positioned her at the edge of the
bed. Her chest was flat on the bed, but her ass was thrust up into the
air. Her pussy was perfectly level with his cock as he stood on the side
of the bed. Never in her adult life had she been so completely helpless
or so turned on. She was completely at the mercy of a giant black man
with a twelve inch cock and she was ashamed to admit it, but she wanted
to feel him inside her again.
Denny positioned the head of his penis on her pussy and said, "You know
what happens to bad girls, slut?"
"W-what?" she shivered with trepidation as she asked him.
"They get a spanking."
Melissa suddenly found herself angry. "You wouldn't dare?"
SMACK. Her left cheek began stinging. Her eyes widened in shock. SMACK.
Now her right cheek hurt. He had worked the head of his cock in her
pussy and was slowly moving it in and out. "How dare you?" she screamed.
"I'm a councilwoman."
SMACK. Denny spanked both her cheeks again and worked about half his
cock into her.
Tears were rolling down her cheeks as she cried. It wasn't really that
painful, but it was humiliating. Worse, her body was responding to his
slow fucking and she was thrusting her hips back trying to get more of
his cock in her. "You can't do this," she sobbed. "I'm the wife of Big
Al Davidson.
SMACK. His hand came down centered on both her cheeks while he pushed
about eight inches of black cock into her. "Your his wife, but your
going to be my slut from now on."
Melissa was trying to cling to her dignity. She was thinking she'd
submit just this once, and in a few days he'd be in jail and she could
resume a normal, unsatisfying life with her husband.
She couldn't believe how her body was reacting. "Noooo," she moaned
feeling another orgasm coming. "This can't be happening?"
Denny felt her pussy squeeze his cock as she orgasmed again. "Your my
married white slut, Melissa," he told her. "Your purpose is to please
me. I'm going to use your body whenever I want."
"Married white slut," she heard through the blood rushing in her ears as
she writhed in the throws of her second orgasm. Yes, she decided. She
would submit just this once, after all it was her purpose to please him.
She decided taking all twelve inches would please him. "Fuck me
officer," she begged. "I want it all. Fuck me with all your big black
cock."
Denny grinned. The fight had gone out of her. She would obey him from
now on. He began working the remaining inches in with every couple of
thrusts. She was grunting like it hurt her, but her body was pushing
back, trying to get it all. Her pussy was also spasming around his cock
trying to suck more in. He pulled his entire cock out and then rammed it
in burying all twelve inches into her hot wet pussy.
She screamed in pain and he could see tears running down her eyes, but
incredibly enough she also came again. He had fucked dozens of women and
none had taken any more then ten inches. None of them had been able to
relax their throats enough to swallow him whole either. Melissa was the
perfect woman, in looks and in talent.
He held his cock in her without moving, letting her get used to it. She
sobbed for a few minutes while her pussy stretched out around his cock.
After a while her sobs changed to moans and he heard her whisper, "More
please, fuck me more."
Denny started to move. He started fucking her, moving only about an inch
out of her, then two, then, then three, until he was slowly fucking her
with the entire length of his cock.
"Harder," she screamed. "Fuck me harder."
Denny increased his speed and began fucking her hard and fast. This was
the tightest pussy he had ever had and he loved every minute of it. His
big balls were slapping against her thighs as he repeatedly slammed his
dick into her. She was cumming about once every ten strokes.
"Oh I love having your cock in my pussy," she moaned."I am your slut.
Fuck your slut with you big cock."
Her slutty talk was turning him on and he moaned as his cock began to
swell even bigger as he approched orgasm.
Melissa sensed he was getting ready to cum and her excitement was
bringing on a big orgasm of her own. "Oh yes," she cried. "Cum in my
pussy you thieving black bastard. Fill me with your cum."
His cock jerked in her pussy and she felt his sperm strike places she
didn't even know she had. It brought on her biggest orgasm yet and it
lasted as long as his cock continued to pump semen into her pussy, which
seemed to last forever. This was the happiest she'd ever been in her
life and she passed out from the pleasure.
When she awoke, Deputy Brown was finishing putting his uniform back on.
She was still handcuffed to the bed, her ass still thrust up. What felt
like a gallon of semen was pouring out of her pussy, soaking her thighs
and legs.
"Thank you," she murmered.
Denny didn't say anything for a few minutes. After a while he spoke up,
" What did you mean when you called me a theiving black bastard?"
"N-nothing, it met nothing."
"Come on Melissa," he said. "Tell me or I'll leave you like that for Big
Al to find."
She feared for her life if Al ever found out she had fucked a black man.
"Big Al knows you've been stealing guns and ammo."
Denny frowned when he heard that. "What's he up to Melissa?"
"H-he has a search warrant and is going to search your apartment
tomorrow."
"Good girl," he said unlockng the handcuffs. She rubbed her wrists for a
couple seconds, before he pulled her up and began kissing her. She
resisted for a second before giving in and kissing him back. He played
with her nipples and when he'd had enough, he pushed her back. She was
looking at him with an expression of awe and adoration on her face.
"Call me next time Big Al goes out and leaves you alone," he ordered.
She nodded eagerly and he added, "Don't let the judge fill out any more
warrants or I'll show everyone the tape and tell them your my
accomplice."
Her look of adoration turned to fear as he left the room.
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