Don't Drink and Drive

Don't Drink and Drive
Copyright 2000 by Stormbringer
Revised 2009

Note: This story originally appeared as three separate chapters. This revision merges all chapters into one longer story in three parts.


Part 1: The Black Breathalyzer

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
community college and graduated a couple years ago. After doing some
traveling, he had returned home and applied for the position of Deputy
with the county police department.

Big Al Davidson 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 Reverend Martin Luther Brown created a big stink,
by 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
Louisiana 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 as well as a prominent 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.

Reverend 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 harassment he'd put up with over the last year.
The harassment went from always working the night shift to the miniature Nazi flag he had
found flying on 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 belonged to Melissa Davidson,
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 si... Deputy, 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 ma’am," 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 obviously decided to cut loose tonight
for the Christmas party. The dress was black, sleeveless 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 helped elevate her 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  Ma‘am, 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. He was a really big man. 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 felt his cock grow several
inches underneath his pants. Her out-thrust arms were causing her to
arch her back, thrusting out her magnificent breasts. The short black
dress was tight and it hugged her full hips. Mellissa 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 ma’am," 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 harassing 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
breathalyzer."  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 smiling 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. "Ma’am,
you've failed the field test and I think you're drunk. If the
breathalyzer 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 whimpered 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 other 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 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 breathalyzer test. Blow on this for
twenty minutes. If you make me cum you're sober, if I don't you’re 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 nineteen 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, tasting
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 mouth, 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 pink,
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 need 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 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. "Your cock is so big. I love it," she said kissing the head. "You’re 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 splattered 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
liquefying 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 time 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.


Part 2: Black Maled


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 have cleaned up
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 Brown’s 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
discrepancies. 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
ongoing investigation."

"Who do you think did it?"

"Isn't it obvious?" 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 arrogant 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 Suzie’s 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. Suzie’s 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 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 silhouetted against 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 open
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 bedroom 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 decided 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 retrieve 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 worried 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 carefully 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 unbuttoning 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 with 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, Melissa had the thought of being cheated as she compared
Denny's body with her husband’s. Involuntarily, her hands went to his
chest 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 four 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.

Melissa 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.  

Melissa 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. Mellissa 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 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 in between sucks 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 eaten 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.

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."
The feeling was incredible. "Yesss," she murmured 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 moment of 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 video 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
squeezing 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
swiftly 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?"

"W-what?" she asked, shivering with trepidation.

"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. "You’re 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. "You’re 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 approached 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 murmured.

Denny didn't say anything for a few minutes. After a while he spoke up,
" What did you mean when you called me a thieving 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 unlocking 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 you’re my
accomplice."

Her look of adoration turned to fear as he left the room.


Part 3: Black Power


Denny was deep in thought as he left Melissa's house after blackmailing
and fucking her. Big Al was out to get him and if he didn't watch his
steps he could get in big trouble. Denny checked his watch and saw that
he still had a couple hours to go on his shift. Denny turned the car
into town and headed towards his apartment.

Denny pulled up in front of his apartment and got out of the police car.
He wasn't a thief and was wandering why Big Al was blaming him. Denny
looked around outside his place and seeing nothing amiss, he walked up
towards his door.

There it was. There were scratches around the lock. It had been jimmied.
If he hadn't been looking for something, he wouldn't have noticed
anything wrong. Denny unlocked the door and entered his apartment.

It didn't take him long to find the guns. They were under some clothes
in his dresser. Big Al was setting him up.

**********

Denny awoke to a pounding on his door.  He swallowed nervously and
walked to his front door. He opened it to find Al and Bobby Ray standing
there. Al looked grim and Bobby Ray was wearing his deputy uniform from
before Denny had replaced him at the job.

"Morning Al," said Denny. "Should I go put my uniform on? We got some
kind of emergency?"

"Boy, the only thing you'll be putting on is a pair of handcuffs," said
the sheriff. "We got a warrant to search your apartment."

Denny smirked thinking about the handcuffs he had made Al's wife wear.
He looked over at the warrant Big Al had shoved in his face. Denny
decided to play the outraged African-American role and started screaming
racism. Big Al ignored his complaints and began searching the apartment.

Denny was making little notations in his notebook. He watched Al and
Bobby Ray out of the corner of his eyes. They made a half-assed effort
to look around before Al made a bee-line for the drawer with the stolen
guns. Denny could see the look of triumph on Al's face turn to a look of
shock. The sheriff began tossing clothes onto the floor, making sure the
drawer was empty.

Big Al was furious. He wasn't used to being thwarted. He looked up at
the black man writing in his notebook. "Boy, what the hell you writing
in there?" he practically screamed.

"Just making notes for my lawyer, sheriff," said Denny trying to keep a
straight face.

The sheriff looked like he was about to explode. "Come on Bobby Ray," he
managed to spit out of his mouth between his red cheeks. "Lets get the
fuck outta here."

Denny watched the two angry men leave. He slammed the door behind them.
Before he could get back to bed, he heard the sheriff screaming at the
radio, "What the fuck do you mean the guns are back at the station!"

Denny grinned at his victory, but he knew the war wasn't over as he
climbed back in bed. He put his hands behind his head and stared up at the ceiling unable to sleep.

**********
   
Melissa watched Al toying with his dinner. He seemed distracted and
upset. Maybe he hadn't found any evidence in Denny's apartment, she
thought. Whatever it was, he wouldn't talk about it. Al finished dinner
and grabbed a beer out of the refrigerator and watched TV. Melissa had
some paperwork to do and worked on that while he silently gulped down
several cans of beer.

Later, Melissa had just finished showering and was combing her hair,
when the phone rang. Big Al was undressing for bed and he grabbed it.
She heard him make a few comments and then he put it down and was
pulling his uniform back on.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"Just out with the boys. I'll be back in a couple of hours," he
answered, before heading downstairs and out the door.

She watched the police car pull away from the window and sat down on the
bed. He had been gone less then five minutes, when she felt an itch
between her legs. She was horny and she felt moist between her
thighs. Her arousal frightened her and she hated herself for wanting to
be fucked by Dennis Brown again. She ran downstairs to get the phonebook
and leafed through it finding Denny's number.

Her hand was trembling as it reached for the phone. It wasn't that she
wanted him. It was that he would show Big Al the video if she didn't
have sex with him again. Her argument didn't even convince herself, but
she managed to dial the number. She got his answering machine.

"Denny," she said after the beep, "It's 8:30 and he just left for a
couple hours. I'm calling you just like you wanted."

She hung up the phone and waited. Ten minutes passed and she grew
worried. Denny lasted so long during sex that he needed to get there
soon or they'd run the risk of getting caught. The wetness between her
legs was growing the more she thought about it, and finally wearing only
her robe, Melissa got in her car and went looking for him. She was
familiar with the police patrol zones and it didn't take long to spot
Denny.

Denny rolled his window down and listened to her tell him that Big Al
would be gone for around two hours. "Follow me," he said and he flicked
on his high beams and sped off towards her house. He grinned watching
her follow him in the rear-view mirror. He could tell by the embarrassed
look on her face, that she wasn't doing this because he was blackmailing
her, but because she wanted him again.

Denny parked his car out of sight behind the boat house just in case Al
came home early. He met Melissa at the door and practically pushed her
up the stairs towards the bedroom. The last time he had fucked her, he
had seen the big Jacuzzi in the master bath. "Fill up the Jacuzzi," he
ordered.

Melissa nodded and went into the bathroom and turned the water on. When
she was sure that the temperature was right, she turned around and
gasped. The black man had stripped out of his uniform and stood naked
before her. She still couldn't believe what a physically perfect
specimen of a man he was. His long, fat cock was semi-erect and
hanging down halfway to his knees.

When the tub was full, Denny watched Melissa turn around to shut off the
water. "Take off your robe," he ordered. She dropped the robe to the
floor and stood naked before him shivering slightly. "Now kneel down in
the center of the tub."

Melissa kneeled in the hot water, and watched him enter the tub. He
kneeled behind her and grabbing a bar of soap, he began soaping her
entire body. It felt good to be caressed by his soapy hands and she
could feel his mighty cock resting on her back.

Denny soaped her entire body from the neck down. Melissa Davidson was
perfect in every way. The only fat on her was in her breasts and ass,
but they were firm, perfectly formed. A mole on her stomach wasn't a
blemish, it was a beauty mark, drawing attention to her lean, flat
belly. She looked like an over-proportioned cartoon character from a
girlie magazine.

Melissa sighed as the bar of soap slid between her ass cheeks and
between her legs. He discarded the soap and splashed water on her,
removing the soap film. She felt Denny grab her waist from behind and he
easily lifted her up and set her on the edge of the Jacuzzi. He moved in
the water between her legs and she felt his breath on her vagina just
before his tongue licked up along her labia. Denny had given her the
first orgasm of her life orally the night before and she came almost
immediately this time. She clutched the back of his head, pulling him
into her crotch while her pussy spasmed around his tongue. He ate her to
several more small orgasms for the next fifteen minutes before switching
places with her.

Denny sat on the edge and watched Melissa between his legs. Instead of
sucking him right away, she grabbed the soap and began rubbing it up and
down his cock and over his balls. She discarded the soap and ran her
soapy hands up and down the length of his now fully erect cock. She
briefly fantasized that his blackness came off as she soaped him
revealing a Southern gentlemen, whom she could marry after divorcing
that fat son-of-a-bitch she was married to. The color didn't come off
and she had to accept that the most perfect man she had ever seen was
black.

She grabbed a wash cloth and wiped the soap off his dick before taking
it in her mouth for the third time in as many days. As she lovingly
licked around the head and teased the pee-slit with her tongue, she
realized that it didn't matter if he was black, she waned to suck on
this cock forever. She lifted his cock up and looked at his heavy
testicles  dangling in the water, before licking down towards them and
back up. She licked up and down the sides and planted a kiss on the tip
before deep throating him again. It was getting easier taking his entire
monster cock the more she practiced on it and soon she had Denny bucking
his hips with pleasure. She soon felt it swell up as he approached
orgasm and she planted her lips around the base of the head while
stroking the shaft with her hand, not wanting to miss a drop of his
semen.

Denny felt the cum churning in his balls and then it rushed up his cock
exploding into her mouth. He moaned watching her cheeks bulging out as
she rapidly gulped down his sperm. Her lips never left the head as his
cock leaped in her mouth and when he was done cumming, he watched her
take him out of her mouth and lick off the last drop that had oozed from
the tip. Melissa had turned into a real cum-loving slut.
         
They stayed in that position, catching their breath. Melissa's hand
still gripped his cock as she laid her head against his leg and rested.
She felt his pulse beating within the large blue vein along his cock and
with each beat it shrunk a little. The engorged head shrunk and his cock
slowly started bending downwards towards the water. When it shrunk to
about eight inches, still much bigger then her husband's, it suddenly
reversed course and began growing again. Her eyes widened and she began
running her hands along the shaft helping it along. Soon it was a rock
hard twelve inches again.

Denny came back to life with his cock and he had a delighted Melissa bend
over the side of the Jacuzzi while he stood in the center. He noticed
her labia was parting for him in anticipation. She was so wet, six
inches of his cock easily slid into her.  He pushed a little more in
with each thrust. Her pussy was slowly stretching to accommodate him. A
couple more fucks and she'd be permanently stretched out. He pictured
Big Al's little dick flopping around inside her pussy not feeling any
friction. Denny started to laugh at the image, but instead was overcome
by a feeling of jealousy. He didn't want Big Al anywhere near Melissa.
Denny didn't want Melissa fucking anybody but himself.
 
A little disturbed at his feelings, he decided to give Melissa a really
good fucking and he started pounding her hard. Denny smirked as she
screamed in orgasm several times. He moved his right hand up her ass and
placed his thumb on her sphincter. This startled Melissa and she jumped
a little in shock. She seemed about to protest, but her words changed to
moans as he moved his thumb around the sensitive nerve endings on her
rectum.

Melissa had never been happier or fucked harder in her life. She had
never thought of the ass as being an erogenous zone, but the
combination thumb playing with her ass-hole and the giant cock slamming
into her pussy was doing things to her body that she had never even
dreamed of. Melissa felt a tremendous orgasm building. It took a long
time, teasing her, and finally when she felt his entire thumb penetrate
her ass, her orgasm exploded from her body.

The thumb did the trick, thought Denny. She seemed to collapse and he
caught her as she started sliding into the tub. His cock plopped out of
her pussy as he propped her up, bent her  over the side of the Jacuzzi.
Denny grabbed the bar of soap and began lathering up his cock. The near
comatose girl was mumbling something as he positioned his cock head on
her ass-hole.

The waves of pleasure overwhelmed Melissa and she just laid there as he
positioned her over the tub. She felt his thumb still in her ass and it
felt great, but it was growing bigger,  starting to hurt. It felt like
he was splitting her in two and Melissa realized that Denny was trying to
squeeze his twelve inch cock into her little ass-hole. She moaned in
fear and began struggling, but he just held her tight. She screamed in
pain as her ass stretched out and he pulled her down into the water,
letting the heat soothe some of the pain. Just when she thought she
couldn't stretch out any wider, she felt her sphincter close over the
head and she sighed in relief knowing the hardest part was over.

Denny continued to push more in, loving the tightness of her ass. He had
always wanted to do this, but all of his women had been too scared to
try or they had made him quit at the first hint of pain. Of course, he
hadn't blackmailed them. Melissa didn't have a choice in the matter.
Hard as he tried, he couldn't get more then seven or eight inches inside
her, and he contented himself with that much and he began to fuck her,
raising her ass out of the water. Her cries of pain soon became squeals
of pleasure as she got used to his penetration.
Denny reached around her thigh and pushed a finger into her pussy. She
erupted in orgasm as his finger entered her. She had several more until
he felt his own orgasm building. He bellowed as his cock pumped her ass
full of his semen.

He pulled his cock out and with a sigh laid back in the hot tub. He
watched his sperm trickling out of her ass until she groaned and turned
over sitting next to him.

**********

Denny noticed there was more ammunition missing the next day. There had
been no sign of Big Al as Denny had left Melissa's last night and the
sheriff had come in late to work that morning. What had Al been up to
that night?

He patrolled most of the night thinking of Al or Melissa. Thinking of
Melissa made him horny and checking his watch, he realized it was too
late for Melissa to call, so he decided to take a quick break at his
apartment to jerk off.  

Denny entered his apartment and removed the unedited video tape from its
hiding place. He inserted it into the vcr and quickly pulled his pants
down. He started stroking his cock to image of Melissa giving him a blow
job on the screen. He loved the expressions on her face. They ranged
from fear to awe and hate to pleasure. He had trouble concentrating as
Big Al kept intruding into his mind. Did Al think he was guilty or was
Al trying to frame him because he hated the black man? Was Al the one
stealing the guns and ammo? It certainly fit a pattern. The sheriff
takes off in the middle of the night and things turn up missing. Did Al
and Bobby Ray have some scheme going and was that why Al was trying to
get him to quit? If so, how to prove it? Denny tried to concentrate on
the tape. He came at the same time he did on the video tap... Could Big
Al be that stupid?

**********

Denny pulled the squad car behind Al's boat house. There weren't any
lights on in the house, which wasn't unusual as it was nearly three am.
He thought of Al's fat body ling next to Melissa and felt a twinge of
jealousy. What was wrong with him? Denny shrugged off his feelings and
crept over to the sheriff’s car. He unlocked it with the spare key from
the station and sat down in the driver's seat. Denny took his tools out
of his pocket and went to work removing the film  from the camera on the
dash.

**********

"What's the meaning of this?" said Sheriff Davidson, looking up from the
paperwork on his desk. Denny and two state police officers had just
entered his office.

"Al Davidson," said one of the policemen. "You’re under arrest."

Denny tried to keep the smirk off his face as Al was handcuffed and
hauled off. The film had shown Al and Bobby Ray meeting with some men on
a dark road and selling them guns and ammo. He had taken the film to the
state police, who identified the men as a dangerous white supremacist
group from upstate. The last thing Denny heard was Al saying, "That
black bastard set me up.," as he was led off to the police cars.

**********

The town was in an uproar for weeks. Denny was sworn in as acting
sheriff until an election could be held. Melissa was humiliated and
almost lost her council seat until she testified against Al and Denny
told the press that it was Melissa that led him to suspect Al was the
thief in the first place.

Melissa was crying as her husband got sentenced to ten years in prison.
She overheard the mayor telling another councilmen that Denny probably
had the election wrapped up and that a hero cop like him was going
places. Melissa's eyes lit up, here was a man who had a powerful future.

"Sheriff Brown, do you have a minute?" she called out to him. Denny
had just finished giving a statement on the trial to the press.

"Sure Mrs. Davidson," he yelled back before excusing himself from the
press and walking over to her.

"Sheriff," she asked, "I'm a little distraught and was hoping you could
give me a ride home and consol me?"

"Why of course, ma'am," he responded trying to keep the grin off his
face. He opened the car door for her and they both got in.

"Denny," she said as they drove off. "Lets stop by your apartment and
pick up some of your things. A man of your stature should be living in a
big house like mine."

Denny felt a surge of joy at the thought of living with the beautiful
Melissa Davidson. His grin turned to a smirk and he said, "Why Mrs.
Davidson, are you drunk? Your going to have to prove to me that you
haven't been drinking. Take out the breathalyzer test and blow into it."

Melissa grinned and sank down into the seat, unzipping his pants and
taking out the cock of the man she loved.

Denny took his eyes of the road for a minute and looked at her sucking
on his big dick. "I bet a Nazi bitch like you never thought you'd be
asking a black man to live with you and sucking on his cock."

Melissa paused. "What do you mean?"

"That first night I pulled you over, I found a Nazi flag on my car and
saw the flags in a box in your back seat."

"Oh those," said Melissa. "Al and Bobby Ray were putting them all over
you stuff at the police station. I thought it was a sick joke, so I tried
gathering them up  before you saw them. I must of missed one."

"Oh," replied Denny, a little embarrassed. "That's why I made you suck
me off that night. Melissa, I'm sorry."

"I'm not."

"Good," said Denny. "Bitch, I just said I was sorry, I didn't say quit
sucking."
 
“Yes, sir.“ Melissa smiled and returned her attention to his cock.

The End


Author’s Note: This story followed, “The Policeman: An Urban Legend” another story about a black cop. Policemen have power and make great stud characters. I think this story grew out of a cartoon in Hustler that I saw years before about a drunk woman performing oral sex on a cop after he told her it was the breathalyzer. This story is typical of my work, bad people doing bad things, but with one rare difference. It has a happy ending.