“Well that’s just great,” I sighed, looking in my rear view mirror. The red and blue lights were a giveaway that this was going to be a bad night for me. I know I had been speeding a little bit but was he really serious about pulling me over for that?
“Just relax, Hun. It’s not that big a deal, it happens,” my wife said. It was easy for her to say, I knew she was loving it. She was certainly dressed for a little leniency. She had just gotten off of work waitressing at our local restaurant… which is known for it’s waitresses. The uniform was outrageous.
Her skirt was eight-inches long and straight up and down when she started working there but as the management realized their gold mine of truck drivers that went through they made a few adjustments. The skirt she had on was only five-inches long and flowy, which made my wife look like a real spectacle. She wore a thong every night, which was guaranteed to have her ass cheeks on display no matter if she was standing, bending over or walking. The high-heels also made that worse. Her shirt was a tight little tube top, and while it wasn’t mandatory, she insisted that a bra would be uncomfortable and would leave unsightly lines.
I knew any cop that saw her would probably think she was a hooker. It was at that point I heard a knock on my window. I didn’t even notice him walk up.
“Sir, step out of the car please.”
I was in shock. What had I done? I thought back and couldn’t think of anything. I opened up the car door and step out. I had a feeling I was in for trouble. The officer was much bigger than me, black and looked annoyed. His arms were huge, bigger than my neck was round and stood a good four inches above me. I was instantly intimidated.
“Do you know why I pulled you over?” he asked in a deep, commanding voice.
“I genuinely have no idea. Was I speeding?” The officer shook his head yes.
“Not just that, you were swerving around. Have you had anything to drink tonight?”
“One bottle of beer while I was waiting for my wife to get off work, that’s it,” I replied. The officer ducked his head down and looked in the car.
“Good evening, ma’am,” he said, tipping his hat towards her. I heard my wife squeak a reply back. He lifted his head back up to me. “You have a nice wife.”
“Excuse me?”
“She’s polite,” he replied. I couldn’t say much about that… but I was pretty sure I knew what he meant. I was going to find out I was right. “Sir, turn around and place your hands behind your head.”
“WHAT FOR?!” I yelled back. He didn’t take that too well. I was spun around in a second and slammed against the driver side of our car. Before I could say anything else cold steel slapped against my wrists and my cuffed hands were behind me.
“If you say a single word, you’re going in the back of my car and that’s the end of it,” he said in a low voice against my ear. I stayed quiet. “Miss, can you please step out of the car now and come around to this side?” I heard the car door open and my wife pranced around to our side. She looked like a spectacle with her short skirt and ass cheeks hanging out from underneath them. Her nipples were pressed firmly against her tight top and shot out like missels.
“Turn around place your hands on the hood of the car,” he said, commanding. My wife looked at me and I just nodded my head. What else could I do, in reality? I didn’t want to get arrested. She did as she was told. The natural arch in her back made her ass stand out when combined with the heels, as the officer began to pat her down. I kept my eyes on her face as he began to slide down.
I saw her eyes go wide and I knew what he was doing. I looked down and saw him sliding his hand up and down her one thigh and then the other one. My wife had great legs and he was pawing at her… I knew this is what he wanted. His face was eye level with her exposed ass cheeks and he was staring at them as he went about his business. We were literally at his mercy. We both knew that no one was going to come down this road this late. We took back roads on purpose for that reason… no cops.
“I’m not going to mix words, sir. I’m either going to book you for drunk driving or your wife is going to do everything I say,” he said, bluntly. I was in shock!
“Are you fucking kidding me?! You can’t do that!” It was a poor choice of words, as his humongous black hands grabbed the back of my head and slammed my face against the roof of my car. My wife looked at me and flinched as my head hit sideways.
“I’ll do what you want but you’re not going to get anything if hit my husband like that again,” she said, looking up at him. He loosened his grip.
“You’ve got yourself a generous wife, sir,” he said, giving me a hearty slap on the back. I couldn’t believe this was happening. This wasn’t exactly uncharted territory for my wife. She slept with men pretty regularly, a lot of them were my friends, but this was basically rape. The difference was I knew she was going to love it which is why she put up no fight.
His hands reached out and grabbed her one arm and pulled her in. Her body flung like a rag doll up to his lips as he forced his tongue into her mouth. At first, she resisted a little but eventually gave in. Her body fell limp into his arms and I could see her tongue happily licking his back.
“You’ve got to be kidding me!” I yelled at them. The officer let my wife go and grabbed my cuffs. I swung around and he placed my face against my wife’s chest and pushed my wife’s back against the car against so she couldn’t move.
“Since you’ve got so much to say, you can help, white boy. Use your teeth and pull your wife’s top down. I want to look at your wife’s tits,” he said firmly. There was obviously no doubt he meant business and I was in no position to snap back at him. I bit down on her top and pulled down, which made her breasts pop out at my face.
They were perfect. For her last birthday, we had gotten work done on them. They stood straight out and were a perfect C-cup. You could hardly tell they weren’t real and they looked absolutely fantastic.
My wife’s eyes were locked on his… her tits and ass were exposed to this huge black man who had complete control over us right now and I could see her panting. She liked it and I knew it. Anytime a man could take complete control her body turned on like a faucet and was wet in seconds. She was lusting for him.
“Stay put,” he said to me, pushing me back against the car. I turned around to see what was happening.
He lifted his finger and motioned to my wife. She waltz over to him and they embraced again, this time his rough black hand grabbing her left breast and squeezing to feel them. She panted against his mouth as he grabbed. When their kiss broke, the officer walked next to me and leaned back against the side of my car.
“Grind on me,” is all he said… and she obliged. She turned her body around and flashed her ass for him and slowly backed it up against his groin and started to grind her ass against him. He moaned a loud one, and I know she was pumping his dick through his pants perfectly. “You’ve got a nice, big ass, don’t you slut?”
“I know I do… Do you like it?” she said, taking a step away and bending down to touch her ankles. She looked back at him so she could see his expression.
“That’s just how I like a white girl to act,” he said. My wife smiled at him and turned around and grabbed his dick through his pants reaching up again and kissing him full on the lips. It was like I wasn’t even there anyone, despite the fact I was standing right next to him with my hands cuffed behind my back. I simply watched in awe.
They broke their kiss again and my wife undid his fly and reached in. I saw her eyebrows jump as she made it past his boxers and pulled out his black nightmare. And thats what it was, a nightmare. She pulled it out and squeezed it. I looked down and just from my initial glance it was ten inches easily if not a full eleven. It was thick too… about as thick as my wife’s wrists. She cupped his black balls and pulled them out also letting them fall down outside of his pants. They were huge and looked like golf-balls. And without hesitation, she dropped to her knees in front of us both.
She rubbed her soft breasts against it, moving it in between her mounds, making sure he could feel every inch of her welcoming flesh against his groin.
“Your dick is so big and looks so good… how do my breasts feel?” she asked, looking into his eyes, continuing to rub herself against his dick.
“Your tits are fantastic, baby. Now, how about a kiss where it counts?” he replied, following up with a straight forward request. My wife smiled up at him and lowered herself more, letting his long, hard and heavy dick lay against her lips for a few seconds before opening wide enough to let him in. She did what she could to pull him in but his length was impossible. Instead, she started rolling her tongue up and down his shaft, keeping her eyes glued on his as she went. He was enjoying every single second of it.
“Your wife has a fine mouth, white boy,” he said to me. I flinched… he was in complete control of us. “Tell your husband what you want to do to me.”
“I want to lick his balls,” she said, stopping only for a second and looking at me, before going back.
“Tell your wife what you think about that idea… and you better be honest,” he said, looking right at me. I sighed… there was no way around it. She was already going at him like hungry slut, she might as well continue.
“Lick his balls, honey,” I said, giving her my reluctant approval. With a smile she dropped her head lower and laid his dick across it. The officer’s head flew back and he let out a loud moan into the pitch black air. Her mouth pressed against his sack and I could see her tongue doing circles around his balls. They were so heavy and drooped so low I could see everything perfect. She just snacked on them, alternating which ball was sucking on, working his entire junk over with her mouth.
“Do my balls taste good, bitch?” he asked her.
“Mmmmm hmmmm,” she moaned, without removing her mouth from his dark black sack. He was rock hard above her and the black nightmare was towering over her face now. After about five minutes or so of taking the pleasure of her mouth on his balls in, he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her up and brought her face to mine.
“Give your wife a nice kiss because it’s going to be the last time you kiss her tonight,” he said. Before I could think, my wife locked her lips to mine and forced her tongue into my mouth. I could taste his sweaty black balls on her tongue and she knew it. She was loving every second of it. After five or so seconds he pulled her back, breaking our kiss, picked her up and put her on her hands and knees on the trunk of my car.
Her ass was straight up in the air, the skirt obviously doing nothing to hide her ass and pussy. It never did when she stood up, it definitely wouldn’t now. The only thing keeping any modesty she may have had was the thin strip of thong fabric that was curled in between her ass cheeks. My wife kept her ass in the air but laid her head down against the trunk, giving him submissive access for whatever he wanted. Wasting no time, landed a hard slap against her ass cheek leaving her branded with a bright red hand print. My wife squealed and lurched forward before coming back to her original position for his enjoyment.
Without wasting any more time, he put his hands on her ass cheeks and started licking up and down the inside of her crack, over the fabric. She let out a low moan as he started and started panting as he pulled her thong to the side, exposing her completely shaved bald pussy and puckered and inviting asshole. He wrapped his arms around her legs and pushed his face into her moist snatch and just started devouring. My wife couldn’t handle it. She lunged up and started screaming at the waves of pleasure that we hitting her.
“Tell your husband what’s going on, slut,” he said before burying his face back between her ass cheeks. My wife’s eyes came back down from the sky and she looked right at me.
“His tongue is buried in my asshole… he’s licking my ass so good, I love it! Oh my God, now he’s back licking my pussy! Honey, his tongue is huge!” she said, letting out moans of slow ecstasy. I was sure regardless of how deserted this road was, someone was going to hear and see before too long.
I’m sure the officer didn’t care to get caught either, because he picked my wife up and flung her over his shoulder like a trophy.
“Get over here,” he said, grabbing my arm and cuffs with his free hand. We started marching back to his patrol car, all the while I’m wondering what the hell is going to happen now. He opened the back door to the car and shoved me inside on the hard plastic bench seat. The gate screen between the front and back of the car let me know I was his prisoner for this little event. He opened the front door, gently grabbed my wife’s hand like he was some kind of gentleman, and helped her into the drivers side. She looked like a complete whore. Her tiny skirt was up around her waist even higher, her tube top was pulled down around her stomach and her breasts were on full display, her hair was a slutty mess and she was panting like she was in heat.
He came around, opened the passenger side door and sat down on the soft cushioned seat with his dick still rock hard and pointing like a missile out of his pants. He looked back at me and smiled.
“You better tell your wife get my dick nice and wet, ’cause you both know what’s happening next,” he said. I sighed again, unable to look away.
“You heard him. Lick him good, Hun,” I said in defeat. She didn’t even say a word, she just got on her hands and knees, reached across the gearbox and started on his monster with reckless abandon again, pushing her mouth down his shaft as far as it would go. I was so jealous and angry, but so turned on. I was completely unable to pull and release my own dick which wanted desperately to be exposed to the air.
When he was satisfied with her job he grabbed her arm and pulled her into a straddle over his waist so they were face to face. Her breasts pushed hard into his uniform and she just melted. The officer reached down and grabbed her thong and pulled it to the side. His dick was centimeters away from her exposed pussy.
“Normally, I’d use a condom, but your wife is so hot for it I’m going to do her bareback. Any problems with that, bitch?” he said, redirecting the question to my wife.
“No, no problems. No condom,” she said. He grinned big and pushed her slowly down on to his shaft. Two inches went in immediately because she was so wet… and then he started impaling her on his black rod inch by inch over the next minute. I was absolutely amazed. This black nightmare was disappearing before my eyes into my wife’s unprotected womb. He let out one continuous moan of ecstasy until she had completely bottomed out on him and she was ground against his public hair. Then she started coming up faster, and then down even faster than that.
Before too long they had a rhythm going that I knew I could never match with my wife. She looked like she was being taken for all she was worth. She bounced and screamed in every fluid motion as he rammed himself in and out of her. I could see the first orgasm hit her face and he knew it too. He grabbed her arms, stretched them behind her and pushed her down as far as she would go. It lasted for over a minute easily and she fell limp, completely spent.
“You’re not done yet, slut,” he said, opening the car door. He lifted her off of his dick and placed her back on her hands and knees on the passenger seat facing the driver side door. He put his feet against the pavement outside and aimed his black rob standing at attention at her body again. She couldn’t move, but I knew when her eyes went wide he was doing something different. She started to scream and buried her face in the cushion of the patrol car.
“Bitch I know you like that. Tell your husband how much you like my dick sliding into your asshole, now!” he screamed as he started to push his way in. She looked up at me with tears in her eyes. I knew it hurt, but I knew that she LOVED having her ass fucked and would be wild again in a minute when he got a rhythm going.
“He’s fucking my asshole and I don’t want him to stop! Tell him not to stop!” she said, yelling through her tears at me. Now I knew it was feeling good… she was starting to order me around! I felt like a complete putz.
“Don’t stop fucking my wife,” I called out… and with that, he pushed himself straight to the back and grounded her out against his stomach. She wiggled her ass back and forth at him, practically begging him to fuck her hard and fast. He put his hands behind his back and called out an order.
“Do it! Back and forth, now,” he commanded. And my wife was off to the races. Her body started going back and forth without any hesitation as she slid her asshole up and down his long black rod. Her loud moans were almost obnoxious now and the whole thing seemed directed at me and driving my humiliation even further. She slid her slutty hole up and down his dick for the next ten minutes, never getting enough. She was doing all the work for him. Every couple of seconds I’d hear his hand come crashing down on her ass cheek, knowing full well the welts would last for the next week easily. He was branding her as his with his hand.
“Ease off it and finish me off. Show your husband what kind of whore you really are,” he said. She eased her asshole away from his monster and turned around and sat on the seat, facing him. His hands were behind him and she never reached up for him… her mouth went straight to his dick as she began to suck and clean him earnestly with her mouth.
“Ohhhhh… man, you’re wife is a dirty, dirty whore. Look at her lick and taste her own ass off of my dick. Tell him how it tastes, honey,” he commanded. She pulled her mouth off away from it.
“It tastes soooo good,” she said, accenting the word so I knew she was being as slutty as possible. He pushed her on her back and without warning, plunged his way into her aching pussy again, making her scream in ecstasy. He lifted her up out of the car and put her ass up against the passenger side back window so I could see her ass smashed against it as he was pushing in and out. I noticed the window start to go down and her ass came and sat on the ledge.
He was standing upright now. His balls were drooping on the edge of car window on the inside and her legs were up on his shoulders. She was pinned in an almost split against his body.
“This is the grand finale, white boy. You do this, you and your wife dodge a ticket,” he said in a commanding and announcing voice. “You’re going to start licking your wife’s gaping asshole, cleaning her nice and good while I fuck the shit out of her pussy, got it?”
I didn’t waste time. I maneuvered myself between her ass cheeks and started licking up and down quickly. Meanwhile, not wasting a single move, started to buck my wife up and down his dick again. She went into overdrive and latched onto him for dear life.
“Does you husband fuck you this good, girl?” he asked, making sure he was loud enough for me to hear.
“No! He can’t fuck me like you can!” she called out. There was no denying it. Not only didn’t I have the dick for it, I didn’t have the upper-arm strength to keep her afloat for as long as he could. I just kept licking her ass crack. Those were my orders. Her asshole was gaping from the fucking it got earlier and I did as I was told, I cleaned it good. I could see his balls start to pulse and he picked up the face.
“You want my cum in your hot pussy, baby? You want that, bitch?” he asked, panting hard.
“Oh my God, yes!!! Please don’t stop!!”