Bare Betrayal

 

Bare Betrayal

Copyright 2024 by Stormbringer




“And the Kansas City Chiefs win the Super Bowl!”


George raised the remote and turned the volume down.

“Fuck!” said Grace.

George Grayson snorted. His wife rarely cursed. “Shouldn’t have bet against the Chiefs,” he said, shaking his head.

“Ugh! I can’t stand Mahomes,” she replied.

“You bet on the Chiefs last year,” said George. He was an Eagles fan and lost their Super Bowl bet last year.

“He was less black than the Eagles quarterback,” she muttered. “I never bet on the black quarterback.”

“Always bet on the black guy,” said George. He was from the Philadelphia area and went to a school with a very diverse population. Grace, on the other hand, was from Montana, the state with the most hate groups and only about 5000 black residents. Her father was even in an Active Club white supremacist group and her grandfather had been in the KKK. Grace had warned him about her father the first time they met. Grace’s dad was a giant bald man with muscular arms covered in tattoos including at least two swastikas. He was wearing a “White Lives Matter” T-shirt when they first shook hands. He did mixed martial arts and insisted on taking George shooting when he found out George had never fired a gun. George deeply suspected his father-in-law considered him some sort of sissy boy unworthy of his daughter.

Grace disavowed her father’s more extremist beliefs and was becoming more open-minded since they’d met in college, gotten married, and moved to the much more diverse California. Still, she had some residual racism and didn’t think the races should mix. George had introduced her to porn and had started picking ones with some black actors to get her to loosen up, but the moment they showed up, she insisted they turn it off or rolled over and lost interest

“Do you want me to go put it on?” she asked, dejectedly.

“Sure,” he replied. “it’s on the bed.”

Grace was wearing tight jeans and a Peyton Manning jersey. She was a Broncos fan though currently boycotting them because her team had the same issues the Chiefs and the Eagles had, namely black quarterbacks. She reluctantly got off the couch and slinked her way into the bedroom. She was expecting to see the Eagle’s cheerleading uniform laying out for her. He’d had it ready for her last year when the Eagles won. Only, they hadn’t. Instead, Grace had made her husband dress in the cheerleader outfit to their favorite sports bar. The uniform wasn’t there. Instead, there was a tiny Eagles-themed string bikini and an Eagles halter top. She pulled off her jersey and wiggled her way out of the jeans. She quickly put the bikini on, smiling. This wasn’t so bad. George would find it sexy as hell and be up for a little fun in the bedroom tonight. She was horny herself. Their work schedules were conflicting and they hadn’t had sex in over a month. Worse, George was working overtime, late nights, and harder than ever to avoid the layoffs sweeping his industry. The stress was affecting his performance in the bedroom. When they did get together his dick was either limp or he came too quickly. Not good for a man in his mid-twenties. Grace was seriously considering getting a dildo to take care of her needs, but so far hadn’t taken that step.

She pulled the halter top on and walked back out into the living room.

George’s jaw dropped. “You have no idea how sexy you look right now,” he told her.

“I have a pretty good idea,” she replied smiling. Grace was too gorgeous to be humble. She turned around for him to show him her panty-covered ass. She had a firm well-rounded rear end. It was a perfect fit moon-shaped ass, but still her third-best feature. Her large breasts and beautiful face garnered her the most attention. “You like?”

“Me like,” said George. “Let's see the bikini

Grace grabbed the hem of the halter and pulled it over her head. George whistled. Grace posed for him and gave him her best beauty pageant smile. She’d been Miss Sugar Beet, Miss Big Sky Country, and Miss Teen Montana. She knew what she was doing when she posed.

“Now let's see you out of the bikini.”

Grace’s blonde eyebrows shot up. “What? So soon? I figured you’d have me wearing it all over the house for the bet.”

“Who said this was part of the bet,” he smirked at her.

“Damn,” she muttered. She’d just assumed this was her punishment. He’d set her up with the bikini. Grace double-dropped the bikini. She pulled the string behind her neck and one at her hip at the same time. She yanked on the string behind her back as her panty slid down her leg.

“Fuck, they grow them big in Montana,” grunted George, staring at his wife. Grace was a natural blonde with bright green eyes. Her tits were huge and perfect. Even as he stared, her nipples were starting to pop out. Exposing herself was arousing her. He noticed a long time ago that Grace seemed to respond to male attention. Her nipples hardened when any male commented on her looks. They were a rosy pink, thick and elongated when they hardened like they were trying to pull her puffy areola off her breasts. She was trim and athletic with long legs and a flat belly. She trimmed her pubes into a blonde strip. “I can’t believe you haven’t been discovered yet,” he said. Of course, Grace wanted to be an actress and was biding her time waitressing in a high-end restaurant. Her good looks and cheerfulness made her a lot in tips and she did quite well. “Or approached by a porn producer,” he added.

“Who says I haven’t,” she replied with a smirk.

“Seriously?” he asked in disbelief. He was always commenting that her body was built for porn. Actresses spent a fortune to have a body as good as Grace’s.

Grace nodded. “Several times. I have a business card in my purse.”

“Wow!”

“Is that what you want George?” she asked. Grace straddled his lap. “A porn star for a wife.” She felt him harden beneath his trousers. Grace leaned in and kissed him passionately. She was finally going to get laid tonight and it felt like George was up for it. “Is it?” she asked, breaking the kiss.

“No,” he answered, raising his hands to fondle her huge tits. They were an E-cup and way big for her build. “But it sure is hot to think about. I wouldn’t mind seeing some sexy nudes of you. Wouldn’t be bad for your portfolio?”

“No,” she answered, grinding her crotch into his jeans. “I don’t want to be typecast as a stripper if I do break into the biz.”

“What about we make a movie for us?”

“You’re not filming us having sex, George,” she said, kissing him and grinding her increasingly needy pussy into his crotch. “And stop asking.” She didn’t hate the idea, but was afraid of being hacked and their movie ending up on the internet. Especially, if she ever became famous.

“Waste of that porn star body not being on film. Maybe If I win the bet next year?” said George.

“And what do you want this year,” she said, kissing him again. “I might just be up for anything.”

“Good,” said George, slapping her ass. “Get up.”

Grace mewled but stood up. The terms of the bet were that the loser had to do anything the spouse asked within reason. “Well, hurry up. Your wife is horny.”

George was horny too and seeing her standing in front of him nude had him considering calling the whole thing off. “Go get your phone.”

Grace frowned. She turned, feeling his eyes on her ass and giving it some extra sway for his benefit. Her phone was in her jeans. She retrieved it and returned to her husband. “You’re not taking nude pics of me. I can’t risk being hacked. They could end up hurting my career if I ever have a career.”

“Nude pics of you wouldn’t hurt your career. Now go get your car keys.”

Grace frowned again. Her brow furrowed as she tried to figure out what George had in mind. He was out to get even for her making him wear the cheerleading outfit in front of all their friends. Her keys were hanging from a hook on the door to the garage. She returned holding her phone in one hand and her keys in her other. “What do I need my keys for?”

“To start your car.”

“And why do I need to start my car, smartass?”

“As the winner of the bet, I’m ordering you to drive up to Griffith Observatory exactly as you are now and to prove you did it, I want you to take a picture of the HOLLYWOOD sign.”

“You mean… nude?” she asked. Wrinkles appeared on her forehead and her brow furrowed.

“Thems the terms woman, now be off with you.”

“No way. I’ll wear the bikini and that’s bad enough.”

“Nope. Those aren’t my terms.”

“What if someone sees me?” Her eyes widened and her eyebrows shot up, not quite believing he was serious about this.

“That’s the beauty of it, honey. It’s Super Bowl Sunday—everyone’s home. The roads will be empty. You can probably get there and back without passing another car, but I’d hurry before the parties start breaking up.”

“George, please? How about I do it in the bikini and when I come back, I’ll give you a blow job?” She crinkled her nose at the thought of putting his penis in her mouth. She did it for him on their honeymoon and his birthday. She’d also sucked off a previous boyfriend who hadn’t warned her and he’d cum in her mouth. She still remembered the horrible taste.

“Nude, but you’ve given me an idea. If you’re not back by eleven, you will owe me a blow job at the time and place of my choosing at some point this year.”

Grace started to complain again but decided it was safer to stay silent. “You’re really mad about the cheerleading thing last year, aren’t you?”

“You have no idea. Tick tock, honey.” He raised his wrist and tapped his watch.

“Hmpph,” she grunted, spinning on her bare heel and heading for the garage. George followed. Her car was in the garage. The door was closed so no one on the street could see her get in naked. She opened the door and slid in. “The seat’s sticking to my skin,” she complained. “Can I get a towel?”

“Tick tock.”

“You will regret this George Herbert Grayson Jr. You better hope I don’t win the bet next year.”

George hit the garage door opener and Grace closed the car door. As he predicted, the street was empty. The clock on the dash showed that she had plenty of time to make the 11 pm deadline so she wasn’t too worried about owing him a blow job. She pulled forward.

“I’ll listen for the garage door,” he yelled, hitting the button. The garage door slowly lowered as she pulled out of their driveway and onto the street.

**********

George was right. The streets were empty. All their neighbors were still up. She could see them in their living rooms, still sitting around big screen TVs. An older woman was walking her dog at the intersection. The woman gave her a wave. The interior of her car was dark and no one could see her. The side windows were even tinted. Honestly, she should be pretty safe.

Someone was leaving a party a couple of blocks away. She slowed, letting him pull out in front of her. She didn’t want him behind her with his headlights shining on her car. This wasn’t so bad. Her nipples were hard as they ever got and her pussy was leaking on her car seat. She wondered if George had planned this to make her horny. He knew she got turned on exposing herself. She got aroused the first time she walked out on stage in a bikini at the Miss Sugar Beet beauty pageant. Her nipples hardened every time she was on stage with all those eyes staring at her.

By the time she was nearing the Hollywood Hills, she was squirming in her seat with arousal. So far, so good. She was almost to the observatory, halfway through the bet, and had no problems. She turned into the observatory. There was a gate, but it was open. A sign did warn visitors that the site was closed after dusk. There were probably security cameras near the building, but nothing in the parking lot. She parked and opened her car door, grabbing her phone. Her bare feet stepped lightly on the pavement. There was some gravel, but it didn’t dig into her feet too much. The view was amazing from up here. They often hiked up to the observatory, but never at night. The city was lit up and so was the Hollywood sign. She raised her phone and snapped a picture of it. Grace checked the picture, satisfied it would be good enough for George.

Strangely, Grace didn’t turn and run for her car. She stood still for a moment, closing her eyes, and letting the cool night air caress her nude body. Her heavy breasts rose as she filled her lungs with the fresh night air of the hills. The cool air was making her nipples ache they were so erect. She could feel her arousal running down her inner thighs. She was going to jump her fucking husband when she got home and if he didn’t deliver, she was going to order that dildo she’d been considering.

Grace spun around and made a beeline for her car. She was almost there when she heard the crinkling of gravel on the pavement. The noise grew louder as it approached. She looked up in alarm.

Grace Grayson felt like the proverbial deer, freezing in horror as the approaching car suddenly turned on its headlights, illuminating her nude body and making her look away as a spotlight from the driver’s window illuminated her even more.

Just as she was coming out of her shock and ready to jump in her car, red and blue flashing lights lit up the top of the car and she heard the “whoop whoop” alert on the police car.

“FREEZE!” said a deep voice through the car’s speaker.

**********

Oh no, oh no, oh no,” she thought. Grace stood up straight, holding one arm across her breasts to cover her nipples and another over her thin blonde pubic strip.

“Hands in the air!”

Shit! She uncovered her body and raised her hands fully exposing herself to the police officer. He climbed out of the car standing in the lights so that all she could see was a dark silhouette. “Officer, I can explain,” she squealed.

“Place your hands behind your head,” he ordered. His voice was a deep baritone. “I’ll need your license and registration, ma’am,” he said.

“I… I don’t have my license on me at the moment,” she replied. She didn’t have anything on her at the moment. “My registration is in the glove compartment.”

“Is your license in the car also?”

“Ah… no, it’s in my clothes.”

“And your clothes aren’t in the car?”

“N-no, sir.”

“May I have your permission to retrieve your registration from the vehicle?”

“Yes, sir.”

The cop stepped out of the light, raising his flashlight. He waved it around, illuminating the interior of her car. He moved around behind her. She heard the door open. “Are you Grace Grayson?”

“Yes, sir.”

He moved around back into the light. “And without your I.D. how do I know you’re Grace Grayson?”

“I don’t… we can call my husband?” she asked hopefully.

Grace lowered the hand holding her phone. “I SAID HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEAD!” he barked, his hand lowering to his firearm. She jerked her hand back. “What’s your address?” he asked.

Grace felt her breasts heaving as she gasped for air. He’d scared her so much; that she could feel her heart pounding in her chest. The pulse was even echoing in her ears. She tried not to shake and almost felt like she was having a panic attack. Grace recited her address for the officer.

“And do you know all six digits on your plate?”

He was trying to catch her in a lie. “It’s a vanity tag. BLONDIE.” Her dad had always called her Blondie. “B… L…”

“That’s enough, Mrs. Grayson. I’m satisfied you’re who you say you are. I’m Officer Johnson.” He stepped closer. She still couldn’t see any details, just a dark outline of a very big man. Grace was tall at 5’11”, two inches taller than George. The policeman was at least 6’4”, maybe 6’5”, with very broad shoulders and a wide barrel chest. Part of it was his vest and gear, but most of it was a big, muscular man. “Are you in any state of distress, ma’am?”

“No, sir.”

“You’re not in a bad situation, fleeing an assault or anything?”

“No, sir. My husband…”

“Do you feel safe at home?”

“No, sir… I mean yes sir. I lost a Superbowl bet with my husband.”

“Continue.”

“I had to drive here without any clothes and take a picture of the Hollywood sign to prove I did it.”

“What kind of a husband would make his wife do that?”

“One that wanted revenge for what his wife made him do after he lost last year’s bet.”

“I see. Let me go run your name.”

“Can I lower my hands?”

“Not yet. I enjoy the view up here.” He turned and entered his squad car.

“Damn you, George,” she mumbled, shivering slightly in the cool night air. The temperature was raising goosebumps on her areola. Her nipples were still sticking out like little rockets. They were between a quarter and half an inch long when erect and hard to hide beneath clothing. Her wet inner thighs were cold too only kept warm by fresh waves of arousal leaking from her pussy. Her chest and cheeks felt warm as they became flushed with shame as she realized being exposed in front of the powerful stranger was turning her on. “Damn you, George,” she mumbled again.

Grace kept her head turned away from the blinding spotlight as the cop exited his car. “Well Mrs. Grayson, everything seems to check out.”

“Can I go then?”

“Not yet ma’am. You’re still guilty of indecent exposure. You’re willfully and lewdly exposing yourself in a public place. That could get you six months in jail and a $1000 fine under California law.”

The flush quickly drained from her cheeks as they turned pale and she realized how much trouble she might be in.

“Throw in the trespassing charge and the indecent exposure charge may be upped to a felony. That’s up to three years imprisonment and a $10,000 fine.”

“No,” she gasped. Her legs went weak and she almost fell.

“It’s your first offense, ma’am. I’m sure the judge will be lenient. Turn around and lean against the car, legs spread.”

“This can’t be happening,” she gasped. She bent down over her car’s hood. The whole ordeal had been going on so long, her hood was cool. She pushed herself off the hood to keep her nipples from pressing into the hard metal.

“Relax, Mrs. Grayson,” he assured her, walking up behind her. “I haven’t decided to ticket you yet.”

“You mean, you might let me go?” she asked hopefully.

“I might, but I gotta search you for drugs first.” His strong hands grabbed her head, kneading her scalp and running through her long blonde hair. They slid down over her neck and shoulders. He reached around and grabbed her breasts. She stared down at the huge manly hands squeezing and needing her breasts. They felt hard and calloused even though he was wearing dark gloves. “Is… that… necessary?” she gasped.

“Yes, ma’am.” She could feel his hot breath against her neck. “Dayumn, Mrs. Grayson. These titties are real.”

“Yessss,” she hissed, suppressing a moan as his fingers roughly pinched her erect nipples. He gave her nipples a little tug before moving his hands down over her ribs. “Off… Officer, I’m not wearing any clothes.”

“I can see that, Mrs. Grayson.” His hands moved over her hips.

“There’s no place to hide drugs.”

“I’m going to need to do a cavity search, ma’am.”

“NO!” Grace pushed herself up and tried to pull away, almost about to crawl across her hood.

He grabbed her hips and held her in place. “Calm down, ma’am or I’ll add resisting arrest to your charges. You’ve been agreeable so far, keep being agreeable and I’ll let you go.”

“Oh god,” she groaned.

The policeman kneeled behind her, his rough hands caressing and kneading her ass. “Your ass is as great as your tits, Mrs. Grayson.” Grace mewled.

SPANK!

She jerked as his palm came down on her right cheek. “Thank a man when he compliments your body.”

“T-thank you, sir.”

“You got a beautiful pussy too.”

She felt a tap on her right cheek. “Thank you, officer,” she said, quickly, not wanting him to spank her again.

“That’s better. Did you spill something in your lap, Ma’am? Your inner thighs are all wet.” He wiggled his hand between her thighs until she spread her legs wider.

“No, sir,” she said, glad the officer couldn’t see how red her cheeks were.

“I don’t see the need for any lube for the cavity search, do you?” His index finger was running along her strip of blonde pubic hair.

“No, sir. I mean yes, sir. I think we need more lube.” She didn’t want him sticking his finger in her without lubrication.

“You look plenty wet to me, Mrs. Grayson, but suit yourself. Let me know when you think you’re lubricated enough for your cavity search.”

“AWWWFICER!” she squealed as his tongue licked up along her slit. “OH!” she gasped. “OH! OH!” His tongue was wiggling in between the folds of her pussy. George liked to do this about as much as she liked to suck his dick. The few times her husband had gone down on her, she found she quite enjoyed it even if he didn’t know what he was doing. Officer Johnson, on the other hand, did know what he was doing and he was licking her pussy with gusto. His tongue was expertly sliding along her slit, down to twirl over her clit and up high enough it slid over her anus. Licking her asshole didn’t seem to bother him. He buried his face between the crack of her ass, bobbing his head and tongue fucking her. “Oh fuck,” she groaned. If she didn’t stop him, the pig was going to get her off. “Stop! Please stop,” she gasped.

“You…” His tongue licked up her slit. “Think…” His tongue pushed against her anus. “Your…” His tongue slid down her slit. “lubricated enough, Mrs. Grayson?” He pressed his lips against her slit and gave her pussy a kiss.

“YESSSS,” she gasped. “I’m good.”

“Prepare for the cavity search then.”

“Oh god!” His finger slid down her blonde landing strip and up her slit. It began pushing into her pussy. Her lips spread open around the large index finger. His finger felt as big as George’s penis. He worked the end around a few times letting it become well lubricated and then buried it in up to the knuckle.

“Aaah!” she jerked against the car hood. “Weeee gooood?”

“Sorry, Mrs. Grayson. I need to work it around a little more.” The cop wiggled his finger inside her before slowly starting to pull out.

Grace squeezed her eyes shut, trying to will herself not to cum as much as she needed an orgasm at that moment while at the same time her body was pushing back into the retreating finger wanting to get off. He wasn’t pulling out, he was adding another finger. His index and middle fingers pushed into her. Combined, his two fingers were way bigger than George’s dick. He worked them in and out a few times and Grace couldn’t hold back any longer. “UNNNHHH!!” Her pussy came hard over the thrusting fingers. Her fingers tried to claw into the hood of her car. She found her ass rising into the thrusts of the cop’s two beefy fingers, fucking him back. She collapsed on the hood of her car. “Satisfied?” she asked, gasping for breath. That orgasm had been too big for her to have any regrets.

“Are you, Mrs. Johnson?”

“Uh-huh,” she said.

He gave her pussy another kiss before standing up behind her. He placed one hand on the small of her back, holding her down. “I’m not quite satisfied you’re clean, Mrs. Johnson,” he said.

“What are you doing?”

“I’ve decided you need a deeper cavity search, ma’am.”

“Oh no,” she moaned.

“Just relax ma’am. I’m a professional”

Something knobby and hard pushed against her pussy lips, pushing them in until they began to open and spread around the giant knob. He worked it around, letting her soaking wet pussy lubricate the tip before working it deeper. Her pussy slowly stretched open like never before for the thick object. Her brain envisioned him standing behind her working his baton into her, but both his hands were on her hips. “What…” she gasped. “What are you doing?”

“Giving you a deep cavity search, ma’am. Trust me, you’ll love it.”

“Ohmygod,” she gasped as the thick object pushed in deeper than George had ever been and was soon past where the tips of the policeman’s fingers had been. “What the fuck is that thing?” she asked in disbelief.

“This thing?” he asked, clenching her hips and making the huge object flex. “That’s just Officer Johnson Junior. You be good to Officer Johnson Jr. and he’ll be good to you, ma’am. He knows what he’s doing.”

“It’s so big,” she gasped unbelievingly. “No way. There’s no way. Too big. So big,” she was babbling at what felt like a huge penis pushed deeper and deeper into her. The cop must have been using a strap-on dildo or something. Her pussy was contracting all over the huge life-like invader. Little tremors of pleasure were pulsing out from her womb, slowly building into another massive orgasm. Whatever the fuck the thing was, she wanted one for herself. “There’s no way that’s your penis. It’s too big!”

The cop squeezed her hips, pulled back, and slammed forward. “You’re right ma’am.” He pulled back and slammed forward again. The golf-ball-sized end was pressing against nerve endings she didn’t know she had. “That ain’t a penis.” A pair of giant testicles slapped against her thigh. “That’s a big…” Another thrust and hard smack against her back thighs. “Black…” Thrust and smack. “COCK”

Noooo! She silently screamed. Her eyes widened in horror even as her orgasmic damn broke. Officer Johnson fell over her as his big black cock went balls deep. His hands slammed down on the car hood covering her hands. She glanced at them just before her eyes were rolling up in her head. He wasn’t wearing dark gloves at all. Huge bare black hands were covering her little white ones. Her pussy was expanding and contracting around what had to have been a penis… a cock at least a foot long. Her pussy was squeezing every square inch of the shaft even as waves of pleasure radiated out from her womb giving her an intense full-body orgasm.

“That’s it, Mrs. Grayson.” He chuckled. “Cum all over that black cock. Bet yo hubby never made you cum like that.”

“Unh unh unh,” she grunted, still cumming as the policeman slowly fucked her with his huge cock. No. George was incapable. Too small. Too weak. Too limp. “Unh unh unh.” Her hips were responding, thrusting her ass up into the thrusts of his incredible cock. Had George ever given her an orgasm? She thought she’d had one or two. She wasn’t so sure now. “Unh unh fuck unh unh fuck me,” she mumbled into the hood of her car. “Nooooo,” she squealed as he yanked his monster cock out. She wanted more.

“Come on, Mrs. Grayson,” he said. He helped her up. Her legs were weak and she could barely stand. He wrapped his arm around her waist to hold her steady. “Don’t worry, I ain’t done turning you into a slut for black cock yet.” He led her to his police car and easily lifted her on the hood. The police car was the perfect height for fucking. Johnson’s cock was lined right up with her pussy.

Grace stared at the shadowy foot-long phallus. It was very dark and hard to see. Johnson’s body was blocking the spotlight on his driver’s window. Some light did reflect off the huge black cock, making it glisten occasionally. She shuddered and sobbed suddenly afraid of it and what it might do. Tears flowed down her cheeks as she cried.

Johnson reached out and grabbed her wrist. He brought her hand over to his cock. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft. Instinct took over causing her to stroke the huge shaft. He brought his face close to hers. She could finally see his features and it wasn’t pretty. His face was as dark black as his cock and he had pronounced negroid features, full lips, and a broad flat nose that took up half his face. His dark eyes narrowed. “Why you crying?”

She sobbed again, ashamed at what she was feeling, but his eyes held hers and she couldn’t look away. “I don’t want to be a slut for black cock,” she confessed.

He leaned closer and kissed her lips briefly. “I think it’s too late for that, Mrs. Grayson, but I’ll leave it up to you. Tell me to stop and I’ll stop.” He stared into her eyes for a moment.

“Please, I want you to st…” His lips pressed down on hers again. This time his tongue probed between her lips. She tried to hold her lips closed, but she gave in and let his tongue into her mouth. Her tongue tried to push it out, but they ended up twirling around each other. She heard a low moan and realized it was coming from her throat. Her hand was stroking the man’s huge cock even faster now. She quit stroking it and pulled her face back. “I want you to…” he leaned in kissing her again. She pushed her tongue into his mouth this time. She began stroking his cock again, slowly, feeling its length and power. She shuddered and moaned again. Grace slowly opened her thighs and bent the huge unyielding shaft down between her legs. Johnson broke the kiss and looked at her, a smug grin on his face. “I want you to fuck me,” she told him, wrapping one arm around his neck and pulling his lips back to hers. His cock slid through her fingers as it opened her pussy up again.

“That’s it, baby,” he mumbled against her lips. “Gonna turn you out for the black man. Officer Johnson gonna integrate that white pussy so good, it gonna be black only from now on.

“Yessss,” she hissed through her lips as Johnson slowly worked his thick cock in and out working it deeper. “You’re so big.” His racial talk was starting to affect her, arousing her even more. “Fuck me. Fuck me with your big black cock.” Grace brought her legs up and wrapped them around his hips.

“Mmmm. That’s it, slut,” he moaned. “Accept what you are. You got a body built for big black cock.”

Grace mewled softly as the black cop’s huge cock pushed deeper. She could feel another orgasm building and she wanted it. She squeezed her legs, trying to pull him deeper inside her. She wondered if Johnson was just fucking with her or was it true? Was her body built for big black cock? She began to believe it. Her body was too much for George. He came too quickly when he could see her, but lasted longer in the dark and his skinny little five-inch prick always left her wanting more. Her high school boyfriend had a thicker six-inch penis, but he’d ejaculated the moment he saw her naked. It had taken four tries before he finally took her virginity. Officer Johnson’s black cock should have been too big for her, but she’d taken all twelve inches, more than her two white lover’s penises combined, his big black cock felt like it belonged inside her. She suddenly pulled his head down, mashing her lips to his, and trembled as she came all over his cock again.

“Thank you,” she whispered, after coming down from the huge orgasm.

“Your husband make you cum like that?”

“Never,” she whispered.

“Well, we ain’t done, Mrs. Grayson. O.J. Jr. gonna give you a few more before he’s finished.”

The cop pushed her back so that she was leaning back against the car hood. He bent his head down and sucked one of her erect nipples into his mouth. Grace through her head back and moaned at the attention he was paying to her sensitive nipples. Unbelievably, she felt another orgasm building from the extra stimulation. Johnson was still slow fucking her, keeping most of his cock in her. “Oh god yes!” she moaned. “You’re so good.”

“Damn slut,” he growled before flicking her erect nipple with his tongue. “You got some big ass white titties.” He moved his head over to her other breast and sucked that nipple between his broad lips. Her nipples were long enough and fat enough, he could nibble lightly on them with his teeth.

“FFFUUUCCCKKKK!” she screamed, cumming again. Her hips involuntarily began humping into the thrusts of his cock as her pussy squeezed down around his shaft, her contractions tugging on it, trying to make him cum. Her pussy was starting to crave his cum. Her womb wanted his seed.

Grace lost it momentarily and when she recovered, another orgasm was building in her womb. There was a heavy weight on her chest, pulling her up and down and she realized it was her breasts swaying. She was lying on her back on the hood. Johnson was standing up with her knees bent over his arms now fucking her with nearly the full length of his foot-long cock. Each thrust of his cock pushed her along the hood and sent her breasts down towards her stomach. As he gripped her legs and pulled his cock back, her breasts flew upwards nearly hitting her chin.

Her breasts shook faster as Johnson increased his thrusts. Grace just lay there, grunting with each thrust, letting waves of pleasure overwhelm her. There was a reason they put an observatory on this hill. The night sky was filled with bright twinkling stars. She stared at the sky and felt the universe calling to her.

“What are you?’ it asked.

“Yessss,” she hissed. “Fuck me. I don’t understand.”

“What are you?”

“I’M CCUUMMIINNGG!!” she cried, her orgasm flying out from her womb.

“What are you?”

“I don’t know,” she screamed, yelling at the stars.

“What are you?” it asked in a deeper male voice.

“A slut…”

“What are you, slut,” grunted Officer Johnson, roughly fucking her.

“A slut for black cock,” she cried. “I’m a slut for your big black cock.”

“Ready to take my nut, slut?”

“YYEESS!! GIVE ME YOUR CUM!”

Officer Johnson buried his cock inside her and held it deep. Every star in the night sky suddenly went blurry and condensed into one bright pulsing star, a singularity that exploded out into a big bang not centered in her vision but in her womb. Grace screamed as she came, her scream echoing through the hills at the first explosive blast of the black cop’s seed. She tried to dig her nails into the hood. The policeman’s cock continued to jerk, spurting more and more of his seed inside her until her womb felt full. Each spurt of his semen sent more pulsing waves of pleasure out from her womb. Grave couldn’t tell if one large orgasm was coming in waves or if she was having a series of multiple orgasms going off inside her like a series of firecrackers.

It didn’t matter. All that mattered was that she was experiencing the ultimate in sexual pleasure being seeded by the black policeman’s cock. Her eyes rolled up in her head and her mouth fell open, drool running down the corner of her lips. She whimpered when her sense of complete fulfillment was replaced by a total void, an emptiness that left her depressed. It began to rain, and drops of a thick hot liquid splattered on her chest, breasts, and belly. Johnson’s huge club smacked her on the stomach and rested there for a moment before sliding back down between her thighs and disappearing as the black man dropped her legs.

Grace didn’t know how long she lay silently on the hood of the squad car. It felt like hours, but it was probably only a few minutes. Eventually, her eyes began to focus again and the night sky once more filled her vision. Her hands slid along the car hood, closer to her body. She reached up and ran her hands over her figure. She felt the pool of semen filling her belly button and the large wads covering her tits. She rubbed his cum into her hard nipples, writhing on the hood and moaning at how sensitive her swollen nipples were.

“Keep that up, Mrs. Grayson and I’m gonna fuck you again,” she heard his deep voice say.

She moaned, wanting his cock again, but not sure if she could survive it. She continued rubbing his seed into her skin. The cum on her body was more semen than George ejaculated in his life and it had only been Officer Johnson’s final load. More, a lot more, was pouring from her pussy and running down the side of the squad car.

“Get up,” he said.

Grace tried to rise but was too weak. He ended up helping her. He lifted her and held her hips as she slid off the side of the car.

“Walk to your car,” he ordered.

Grace shuffled and limped slightly. She focused on her car still lit up by the police car’s headlights. Grace stumbled slightly as the cop’s semen dribbled down her thighs and her bare feet stepped on some hard rocks.

“Halt,” he ordered.

Grace froze. She was halfway to her car. Her hand reached out towards her car, but her feet didn’t move. Shadows flickered over her as the cop blocked the spotlight and walked toward her.

“You’re not walking very straight, Mrs. Grayson. Have you been drinking?”

“Seriously?” she hissed. She remembered the three beers she’d had during the Super Bowl, but that felt like it had been days ago. “A few, officer.”

“Well, from the way you’re walking, it looks like more than a few. Turn around.”

Dejected and zombie-like, Grace shuffled around to face the large shadowy figure of the cop.

“Get on your knees.”

Grace slowly fell to her knees on the pavement. The cop focused the spotlight on her kneeling form, illuminating her nude body. He straightened up and slowly approached her.

“I’m afraid I’m going to need to perform a field sobriety test on you, Mrs. Grayson.”

“Please,” she begged. “I’m fine.”

“It’s a simple breathalyzer test, Mrs. Grayson, but some women find it difficult the first time.”

“Oh my god,” she muttered when Officer Johnson stepped into the spotlight. Only his lower half was illuminated. He’d removed his pants but had on dark socks. His calves and thighs were huge and muscular like a weightlifter. That wasn’t what held her attention. Her eyes centered on the huge black cock sticking out from between his legs. It was her first real good look at the monstrosity.

That Mrs. Grayson is what a real man’s cock looks like,” he said, walking up to her.

He stopped when his huge cock was pointed at her face, just inches from her nose. Again, she thought time must be playing tricks on her because his cock was still hard and swollen, though the head was beginning to drop slightly. “It’s so big…” she gasped, wondering how she could have taken that thing inside her. “So… black.” So black it was almost blue. The shaft did have large blue-black veins crisscrossing it. “So beautiful…” Perfect was a better word for it. Officer Johnson’s big black beautiful cock was simply perfect. It was a giant black shaft with perfect shape and form. It could have been the model for a dildo and when Grace finally bit the bullet and bought herself one, it was going to be a large black one as close as possible to the real black cock bobbing hypnotically before her face at that moment. His stance was wide, but his muscular thighs were still pushing out a ball sack sized for the monster cock. Each testicle had to have been as large as one of her fists which explained the immense volume of semen he had produced earlier.

“Alright Mrs. Grayson, this is a standard big black breathalyzer test. I’m going to need you to blow into Officer Johnson Jr. for as long as it takes. You’ll know when to stop.”

Grace sat up on her knees. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest. “Just warn me when you’re about to cum,” she said. His face was shadowy and dark, but she could see the whites of his eyes and she opened her mouth and stretched her lips around the huge cock head. She’d never enjoyed going down on a man, but a cock like this deserved to be sucked.

Grace surprised herself. Her jaw wasn’t used to being stretched this wide and soon the large bulbous glans was pushing at her throat. She managed to take it down her throat without gagging to the point she was slowly bobbing her head over six or seven inches of huge black cock. A contented moan rose in the back of her throat as she slowly sucked the black cock.

“What would your hubby say if he saw you sucking on that black dick?”

Grace bobbed her head down, managing about eight inches before pulling back. The wet black cock bobbed just under her eyes. She stared at it. “I’m not sure he’d mind all that much,” she said. Her brow furrowed in thought. “He watches a lot of porn and a lot of them lately have had black actors. He seems to think I should be in porn.”

“You should be. You’re a natural. Any of them actors as big as me?”

Grace had leaned back in and pursed her lips on the tip of his cock. “None, but they’re all bigger than George.”

“Did you like what you saw?”

Grace’s cheeks flushed slightly. “I try to look away or make him turn them off.” She nuzzled Johnson’s cock head.

“Why?”

“Because… because it did turn me on. Something is exciting about watching a black man fuck and the actresses… don’t seem to be faking it.” She opened her mouth and sucked on the head of his cock eager to get going again.

“What would your daddy say if he saw you sucking on that black dick?”

Grace froze. She pictured her dad getting in his pickup as armed militia men climbed up in the back, checking their weapons as they drove off toward California. “He wouldn’t like it,” she mumbled.

“Daddy issues. That might be why you like black dick so much. Officers get some training in therapy at the academy and I think we just had a breakthrough.”

“I think you could use some therapy,” she replied, spreading her lips open around the head of his cock.

“Just suck that black cock, slut,” he ordered, this time wrapping one hand around the back of her head and pulling her down into his cock.

That’s what I’ve been trying to do,” she thought, relaxing her throat and letting the policeman control the bobbing of her head. He increased his speed, pulling her down too far, she was starting to choke on his cock. Grace fought it, by grabbing the base of his shaft and jerking it, her fist stopping him from shoving too much down her throat. Damn, this thing’s getting even bigger, she thought as his cock hardened and swelled even more. It was firming and growing so much she worried it might get stuck in her throat.

With a sudden shudder, the first wad of semen exploded from the head and slid down her throat right into her belly. Grace’s eyes flew open in horror and pushed back off his thighs. His second wad exploded from the head while it was still in her mouth, filling her mouth with so much nut her cheeks were bulging out like a chipmunk and she was forced to swallow another mouthful.

The head finally left her mouth, but it bobbed upward spraying several strands of semen across her face. She pulled the shaft down away from her face, but now he was splattering semen on her tits. Her brain was starting to register that his seed wasn’t as disgusting as her previous boyfriends. It was actually pretty good. Partially to stop him from covering her body in sperm and partially because she had a growing desire to taste his seed again, she raised the shaft back up and wrapped her lips around the tip. His cum didn’t fill her mouth again, but it covered her tongue and let her taste him. It was good! It was about the volume and consistency of an oyster and she swallowed it down like a raw oyster. His spurting cock and her hand pumping the shaft coaxed five more oysters’ worth of semen from his balls which she eagerly swallowed down upset she’d wasted so much earlier.

Johnson stepped back. Grace felt strangely satisfied after blowing him. His seed was sliding down the curve of her breasts. She brought her hands up and began rubbing his cum into her nipples while licking around her lips to taste more of his semen.

“You passed your breathalyzer test, Mrs. Grayson. You may return to your car.”

Grace staggered to her feet and bent down to brush some gravel off her bare knees. She turned and staggered towards her car.

**********

Grace sat in her car, hands squeezing her steering wheel. She could see the lit-up HOLLYWOOD sign on the hills in the distance. She trembled slightly when she heard the knuckles wrap on her window. Grace lowered the window. She turned to look at the black cop. He wasn’t as ugly as she first thought, not handsome, but not ugly either. “Yes, officer.”

“Here’s your registration back ma’am,” he said, handing her the card. “And remember never to leave home without a driver’s license. I’m letting you go with just a verbal warning. Here’s my card, if you need me for anything and we both know you will need me again.”

Grace took the proffered business card. It was an LAPD card for Officer Jamar Johnson (P2) with a phone number and email information. “Thanks, officer.”

“Does Mr. Grayson work any evenings?”

“He stays late on Wednesdays and Fridays. Why?”

“So, I can stop by and give you a proper fucking. I get an hour meal break. Fridays I’m off early and we can fuck as long as you want.”

Grace’s eyes went wide and she felt the color drain from her face. “Oh god no. You can never come to my house.” She pictured all the nosy neighbors, snooping around, asking why she had a cop car at her house for an hour.

“You know that motel you passed coming up the hill? We can fuck there.”

The motel he was talking about wasn’t even open. It had shut down three years ago. The yard was overgrown. A few of the doors had been kicked in and some vandals had spray-painted the outside. No homeless wandered up here, but the occasional vagrant with a car pulled around back and slept there at night. “Offic… I appreciate the warning and… and all you’ve done for me, but I’m a married woman and this was a one-time… unusual… occurrence.”

The cop snorted. “I thought we had a breakthrough? You’re gonna need more therapy.” Johnson reached into her car and wrapped one strong hand around her wrist. He pulled her arm out of the window and brought her hand over to his crotch. She felt his plump cock beneath his trousers. When she squeezed it, he released her wrist, but she kept her hand on his cock, running her hand down one pant leg to feel its length. It even swelled a little at her touch. “You gonna want that cock again, Mrs. Grayson, and sooner rather than later. I’ve turned you out for the black man. Call me when you're ready. And when we meet at the motel, wear what you’re wearing now.” He stepped back.

Grace stretched her arm out towards the retreating bulge. Her fingers strained to reach it, but when she realized what she was doing. She balled her fingers into her fist and pulled her arm back inside her car. She rolled the window up and started her car. The squad car’s spotlight turned off, but his headlights still illuminated her. She drove away from the lights and turned around in the lot heading for the exit.

Officer Johnson followed her out of the parking lot and stayed behind her long enough to make her nervous before he turned off down a side road. Grace increased her speed but slowed when the rundown shuttered motel came into view. She glanced over at the long building. The street lamps were on, but other than that, the place was dark. Her mind pictured the black cop kicking in one of the doors and carrying her nude across the threshold and tossing her on the bed as he began to remove his clothes. Soon she was straddling Officer Johnson as she rode his huge cock, cumming as she stared down at her white hands against his hard muscular black chest. She felt a wave of his seed leak from her pussy at the thought of fucking him again. It left her sitting in a pool of semen on her car seat.

Grace Grayson turned onto her street and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw her house in the distance. She hit the button on her dashboard and watched as her garage door slowly began to rise. She hoped she could make it past George without him seeing all the drying semen on her face and chest.

**********

George was sitting at his desk browsing short porn videos while refreshing his emails. He jumped up when he heard the garage door open.

He was reaching for the doorknob to the garage door when the door burst open and Grace brushed past him. “Here,” she said, dropping her phone in his hand.

“Honey?” He turned to watch her flee down the hall. He could tell she was mad, but still couldn’t help admiring the rise and fall of her ass cheeks as she raced to the bedroom.

“Don’t talk to me,” she growled.

George froze for a moment before following her into their bedroom. She had gone through the room and into the master bath. She was already in the shower. George walked to the door and stared for a few minutes. It wasn’t the first time he’d watched Grace shower. The shower was enclosed by foggy glass and her blurry flesh-colored figure was somehow sexier to watch than if she’d been in a clear glass shower. Grace was furiously washing her breasts and upper chest. “Honey, are you okay?” he called. “What took you so long?”

Grace froze and turned opening the shower door. The door pressed against her breasts, his eyes automatically going to the flattened breasts pressed against the glass with her rosy nipples in the center. “No, I’m not alright,” she said. “There was a cop up there.”

“A cop?”

“Yeah, a cop. I had to drive by a few times, hoping he’d leave. He must have gotten suspicious because he pulled out and followed me.

“Did he stop you?”

“No, I pulled into a gas station and sat at a pump until he drove past.”

“There’s no gas stations up there?”

“I said he followed me for a while. I was scared he’d catch me, but he drove on.”

“But you’re, okay?”

“No, I’ve never been more scared in my life. I did your stupid bet. The proof is on my phone. You can look at it while you sleep in the spare room tonight.” She closed the door, but quickly yanked it back open. “And I know it’s after eleven, but you’re not putting your little… your penis anywhere near my mouth.”

She closed the door again. My little? He thought. George watched her through the glass as she turned her attention to scrubbing between her thighs.

George was still holding her phone. He swiped it open and smiled as he saw the image of the HOLLYWOOD sign as they’d seen it before from Griffin Observatory. She’d made it up to the parking lot. He turned and peeked back into the bathroom. Grace was still washing her body. She looked even more stacked through the opaque glass. He turned away and headed down the hall to the garage door.

George stepped down into the garage and opened the door to Grace’s car. He froze when he saw the large pool of semen on her car seat. It was thick, viscous, and sticky. Large thick globs had slid down the seat and the edges had dried turning into flakes. There were several smaller wet spots on the cement floor of the garage leading away from the car door.

He looked back inside the car and saw the business card sitting in the cup holder. It was Officer Jamar Johnson’s LAPD card.

It was identical to the one in Geroge’s wallet.

“Dammit Jamar, it was just supposed to be a blow job,” he mumbled.

**********

“See something, ya like, white boy?”

George jerked back to reality. He flushed realizing the huge black man had caught him staring. “Uh no, sorry,” he stuttered, still trying not to stare. Another man in the locker room was staring at Johnson’s cock too. “That thing just caught me off guard.”

Jamar Johnson chuckled. “This thing catches a lot of people off guard,” he replied chuckling, and making no effort to hide the black monstrosity sticking out from his crotch. George figured he liked showing it off. If George had a dick even half as big as Jamar’s he would have liked showing his off to.

George was glad for the white towel wrapped around his waist. He could feel his penis retreating into his scrotum at the sight of Jamar’s giant black cock. Jamar had walked out of the shower with the towel wrapped around his waist and unceremoniously dropped it beside George as he reached into the locker for his gear. His huge black penis had sprung up and was practically sticking straight out. It wasn’t even technically erect, just hard enough to be sticking out. The man’s testicles were sized to go with the huge cock too. George couldn’t look away even as it gave him an inferiority complex.

“You wanna take a picture of it?” asked the black man. “Show your wife what a real man looks like?”

“Uh no,” he lied. Show your wife what a real man looks like… Show your wife what a real man looks like… Yeah no way,” he said again. He suddenly pictured Grace sitting on the bench in his place, her delicate white hand reaching out to touch the black man’s cock. Grace was kneeling wrapping her lips around the thick knob at the tip of Jamar’s black dick. Jamar was laying on the bench with Grace squatting over him guiding his cock toward the entrance of her tight white pussy. She rested her pale white hands on his hard black chest as she began to ride him. It was the most erotic fantasy George had ever pictured.

“Never a good idea,” said Jamar, chuckling. “Not unless you want to see your wife go black.” He began to dress. He pulled a tight white tee shirt on over his broad chest. The tee shirt hugged his rippling muscles.

“You’re a cop?” asked George watching Jamar pull his LAPD uniform on over the tee shirt.

“Here to protect and to serve.”

“Speaking of serving. You got a great serve.”

Jamar chuckled again. “Yeah, good game.”

“No, it wasn’t. You completely dominated me.”

“You scored a point, George.”

“Because that redhead distracted you.” The woman’s spandex gym gear had been little more than a bikini. George thought the gym bunny’s workout clothing was getting smaller every year and he wasn’t complaining.

“Rematch, next Sunday?”

“Sure,” said George. He didn’t like losing, but there was a part of him that wanted to see Jamar Johnson’s cock again. Show your wife what a real man’s cock looks like…

George did a little research and made sure that the next porn he downloaded had a black actor in it. Grace both was aroused and bored by pornography. It got her in the mood, but she always wanted more of a plot. The black man’s appearance turned her off, but her eyes widened a little when she saw his cock. It was probably eight inches, considerably bigger than George's and considerably smaller than Jamar’s. She lost interest in the interracial scene, but George was able to get an erection hard enough to make love to his wife that night and she was more than willing, surprisingly wet and ready for him.

Grace was loosening up, but she still thought of black people as inferior. George kept picturing Jamar Johnson’s nude body. There was nothing inferior about him at all. The man was built like a heavyweight boxer and had a huge cock to match. The only bad feature about him was his somewhat brutish features.

The next Sunday, Jamar came out to the court shirtless and in loose shorts. George could see his huge cock flopping around beneath the material. He walked up to the redhead from the week before and gave her a passionate kiss on the lips while his black hands grabbed her firm ass cheeks.

“Are you dating her now?” asked George. “Seriously?”

“No, we ain’t dating. She’s married,” said Jamar serving the ball which George immediately missed.

After another humiliating defeat and having scored zero points, George got to see Jamar’s cock again. It was in the same state as before, maybe even harder after kissing the redhead. Jamar didn’t reach for his uniform this time but for street clothes. “You feel like grabbing a beer?”

Jamar looked at him a little funny but agreed. “I could go for a beer,” he replied.

One beer turned to three with the two men talking sports or staring at ESPN on the bar’s TV. George was in the tech industry and Jamar could have cared less, but George was fascinated with Jamar’s cop stories and the large black man enjoyed talking about himself. George asked him how he had hooked up with the married redhead and George discovered Jamar liked talking about his conquests also.

“Did she… do women have trouble… you know, taking it?”

Jamar smirked. “Taking what?”

“Your thing?” asked George lowering his voice.

“You mean, Officer Johnson Jr.? He can be intimidating, but once they relax and let me open them up, they all get off on it. I’ve never met a woman that didn’t cream all over my cock once I’m balls deep in ‘em.” Jamar leaned in. “And they always want more. Always.” He took a swig of his beer.

George gulped. He’d never met a man that talked like this. Jamar was a smug, arrogant prick, but he acted like he had every reason to be. “I find it hard to believe that a woman… any woman could take a penis that big.” He shook his head.

George found Jamar’s stare unnerving. He got the feeling the black man didn’t like being called a liar. “Listen up George, penises don’t get that big. Cocks do. And women, all women love a big black cock.” Jamar downed his beer. “Let's cut to the chase George. You want me to fuck your wife.”

George’s cheeks turned a bright red. “NO! God no. She wouldn’t go for it anyway. Absolutely not.”

“Good, 'cause I probably ain’t interested.” Jamar threw some bills on the table. “I should get going. Raquet ball next Sunday?” He stood up to leave.

“Sure.”

“You got a picture of her?”

“Oh yeah, sure.” George fumbled with his phone. “Here’s one of her in a bikini from our honeymoon.” He handed his phone over to the giant black man.

Jamar promptly sat back down. “This is YOUR wife? How’d you score a babe like that?” The black man couldn’t take his eyes off the image on the screen.

“We started dating in college and fell in love. I know I married up. I’m a lucky man.”

“So why do you want me to fuck her?”

“I don’t want you to fuck…” Show your wife what a real man’s cock looks like… Not unless you want your wife to go black… Cream all over my cock once I’m balls deep in ‘em… And women, all women love a big black cock… George shut up, his face flushing with shame. He looked down unable to meet the black man’s gaze.

“That’s what I thought,” said Jamar. “I take it back about not being interested. Damn, this bitch is built like a porn star. Are those tits real?”

“Yeah,” said George nodding. “They’re even a little bigger now. She seems to only gain weight in her tits or her ass.”

“Alright, I’m in. Does she know about this?”

“Hell no, and she’d never go for it. Her parents are big-time white supremacists in Montana. She’s not as bad as they are, but still… I can’t believe I’m discussing this with you. I don’t want you to fuck her.”

“Then what do you want?”

“I just want her to see what a real man’s pen… cock looks like. I want to her to touch it, maybe jerk you off, but that’s it.”

Jamar’s huge nostrils flared and he snorted. “Once she sees it, it’s gonna get in her head and she’s gonna want more.”

“I doubt that,” said George.

“It got in your head, didn’t it?”

George’s red cheeks turned redder. “Not my wife. And there’s one more thing.”

Jamar nodded. “You want to watch.”

“No… well, yes. I want you to record her doing it.”

“For your spank bank.”

“No,” said George, wincing. If he ever got Grace to touch Jamar’s cock and give him a hand job, he’d certainly jerk off to it. “You said it yourself; she’s built like a porn star. I can’t watch a movie without picturing her as the actress. She’d be so good at it and she’d look so much better than most of them. I know it’s a weird request.”

Jamar shrugged. “Not that weird. You want to see your wife in porn getting fucked by a big black cock. Perfectly normal.”

“Just a hand job.”

“How do we do this? Invite me over for dinner. I’m just some friend from the gym.”

“She’d never let me invite a black man over for dinner.”

“Don’t tell her I’m black. Get a few drinks in her and I’m confident I can seduce her.”

“She’d freak out when she opened the door.”

“Just get me in the house. We can steer the conversation to sex and I’ll tell her I don’t have a girlfriend because they’re too intimidated by how big I am and if she tells me I’m full of it, I’ll show her.”

“I don’t think… wait, have you done this before?”

Jamar smiled the cockiest grin George had ever seen on a man. “This ain’t my first rodeo.”

“Let me think and I’ll come up with something.”

**********

“It all depends on the Chief’s winning.”

Jamar looked doubtful. “The 49ers are gonna win.”

“Yeah, but she’s going to bet on them, so I have to pick the Chiefs”

“You think she’d really drive nude up to Griffith observatory?”

“She’ll be pissed, but she has an exhibitionist streak that she won’t admit to. By the time she gets up there, she’ll be horny as fuck.”

“I’ll be listening to the game in my squad car. If they win, text me when she leaves the house.”

“Will do.”

“George, I ain’t risking my career for a hand job.”

“Fine then. A blowjob, but she hates oral sex. Just make sure you record it. I’ve been thinking, I wouldn’t mind seeing you titty fuck her either. Just get a good money shot of you cumming on her face and tits.”

“I’ll keep my bodycam on.”

**********

George sat and stared at his computer. His hand worked furiously in his lap. He hadn’t been this hard in over a year. His little penis dribbled out a few more drops of semen as he watched Grace’s big tits swinging up and down as she lay on top of Jamar’s squad car just feet from the dashcam. He’d already cum twice and his penis was spent.

Or so he thought.

The bodycam video came through a few minutes later. It was even more amazing and it allowed him to see everything from Jamar’s perspective. The end was especially fantastic. The bodycam was aimed down and centered on Jamar’s huge black cock with Grace staring in awe at the huge black phallus. “Show my wife what a real man’s cock looks like,” mumbled George.

“That Mrs. Grayson is what a real man’s cock looks like,” said Jamar’s deep voice through the speaker, and Geroge’s little dick sprang right back up. Grace leaned forward looking up at him… at Jamar as she opened her mouth wide and took that dark knobby cock head into her mouth. He watched in amazement as Grace transformed before his eyes into a willing cocksucker. The speakers picked up her contented moans and slurping sounds as she sucked on the huge black cock. His cheeks flushed with shame again when Grace admitted that she suspected he probably wouldn’t have minded seeing her with Jamar’s huge black cock in her mouth, though he grinned when Jamar asked her what her father would think. He wished his father-in-law could see what he was seeing. Grace returned her attention to getting Jamar off. She wasn’t just a cocksucker, she was a cock worshipper, sucking and stroking his shaft, wanting his seed. He didn’t warn her he was cumming and it caught her off guard forcing her to swallow the large load. She yanked her head catching large amounts of cum on her face and tits. Apparently, Grace had decided that she liked his cum and quickly clamped her lips back around the head so that she could swallow more of his seed. Spent, Jamar stepped back and George watched as his wife through some instinct began rubbing Jamar's semen into her nipples with her tongue licked around her lips to get more of his semen in her mouth. By the time it was over, George had jerked off two more times to the point the few dribbles of semen coming out of his urethra were starting to hurt.

Jamar handed over his card. George’s shoulders slumped when she rejected the idea of coming over to their house. The thought of them fucking in his marital bed almost made his spent dick twitch again. There were also plenty of places in the bedroom he could hide hidden cameras. Maybe, he could arrange to be gone a few days so that Grace couldn’t resist the temptation. In the meantime, the thought of Grace driving nude to some shuttered motel to meet her black lover did make his dick grow a little. Jamar could easily aim his bodycam at the bed. As astonishing as the bodycam video was, George wasn’t satisfied.

What was the point of having the body of a porn star if you weren’t a porn star?

He was going to want more.



THE END