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 ws 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.