How to Get Out of Trouble with the Law
It was late on a Saturday night after taking in some dinner and wine at a local jazz bar. We had quite a fun evening and managed to polish off two bottles of expensive Malbecs. We danced a bit and flirted, and it was clear that when we got home, he was going to get very lucky.
I hinted that maybe an Uber ride might be a good idea since we’d been drinking, but my husband said he was fine to drive, so I acquiesced. We hopped in his BMW and continued with the jazz music and flirting in the car. I had such a nice evening I decided I’d give him a nice little surprise on the ride home. Once we’d left the bright lights of the city and got out in the country closer to home, I unzipped his fly and fished his cock out and began to stroke it. Of course he was enjoying it, but perhaps I was doing too good of a job because he swerved a couple times while he tried to watch what I was doing and enjoy the sensation.
I guess his swerving didn’t go unnoticed because moments later, there were red and blue lights flashing behind us. I quickly sat straight in my seat while he pulled over and struggled to quickly get zipped up. I peeked behind us, and could barely make out both doors of the car opening as I squinted in the bright lights of the state police cruiser. I watched anxiously as two offers approached either side of our vehicle and the one on my husband’s side tapped on the window with his flashlight. My husband rolled the window down for the officer who leaned forward to explain that they pulled us over because they noticed my husband “driving erratically”. As my husband explained that we were just heading home after an evening out, I could see that the officer on his side was a tall, muscular black man that matched his deep voice.
I tried to see the officer on my side, but he was still standing somewhat behind me with his flashlight on me. As I squinted into the light, I listened to my husband talk to the officer asking him questions. The officer on my side surveyed the back seat of the car with his flashlight, then returned to me, putting the light in my face, and then moving the light down as if to check for anything threatening. The light moved down my body and stopped momentarily on my boobs showing a lot of cleavage. The light stayed there a few seconds, and then moved down to my bare legs where my skirt had ridden up quite high from when I was giving my husband his treat, and I hadn’t really noticed until the light basically had me on display. I quickly pulled my skirt down to cover up as best I could. Finally, the flashlight switched off and I could see the other officer who turned out to be a good partner to his colleague, as he was also tall and muscular, but also a bit older. I listened as the officer on my husband’s side asked if he’d had anything to drink. In an attempt to be honest but also sell it short, my husband said we’d had a couple glasses of wine. That didn’t seem to satisfy the officer, though, as he asked my husband if he’d submit to a sobriety test. I knew my husband was fine to drive, but I also knew that he probably wouldn’t pass the test, so. I quickly asked, “excuse me officer, isn’t there anything we can do to work this out?”
The officer talking to my husband leaned in the driver’s side window and illuminated me with his flashlight the same way his partner had done moments ago. He smiled and asked if I was trying to offer him a bribe. I suddenly realized how it sounded…a married white woman in a BMW offering two black police a way to work out a deal. I thought he must think I’m trying to buy them off with money! Then my mind wandered and I suddenly realized that they COULD think I was offering them something else too, and I quickly backtracked and told them I was certainly not trying to offer a bribe of any kind. The two then told us to wait in the car, and they walked to the back of the BMW and started talking. My husband began to talk about how they were just black cops on a power trip and they needed to leave us alone, while I became flustered as my mind contemplated what types of bribes they might misconstrue my offer to mean. Moments later I found that what I imagined wasn’t even close.
The officer on my side instructed me to roll down my window, and asked if my husband had too much to drink. I told them that I thought he was fine. He then made a comment about how a white woman like myself should be careful. He said that looking the way I do and making offers like I had could be taken the wrong way. I realized that they were thinking it too. They were looking at me not as a proper, upper middle class, suburban white housewife, but as a woman who had the ability to bribe men with her body. And that, in a way, was exciting. My husband also caught onto the innuendos and, like me, momentarily forgot his place in the situation, and began to protest, saying that was enough and started to get out of the car. The officer told him to sit down or else he’d be arrested…or worse.
The officer on my side leaned in closer to me and told me that the two of us were in a lot of trouble now. He stared at my chest while he spoke and licked his lips. And then he said. “Why don’t you show us those nice white tits of yours?” I was shocked. My husband was shocked. He protested again. This time the officer on his side drew out his night stick and told my husband to keep quiet as he bounced in the palm of his hand. I thought for a moment and decided that exposing my breasts to two black men couldn’t be nearly as bad as one or both of us being arrested. No one would ever know. And again, there was a part of me that felt desired knowing that these men would be willing to let us off with a simple look at my breasts. So, I unbuttoned my blouse and pulled it open. “Very nice,” said the officer on my side, “You seeing, this Officer Jones?”
The other officer leaned in and pointed his flashlight at my chest. “Damn, Sarge.” he said. Looks like her husband buys her some pretty expensive lingerie,” he added. “As nice as it is though, that bra gotta go.” I looked up at Sarge who had a look of “what are you waiting for?” on his face. I held my breath and unbuttoned my bra in back and let my my big boobs spill out. I felt so dirty sitting there with my breasts bared in front of two men. Particularly two men I’d never met. And especially two black men I’d never met. But, I I also felt…excited. I was feeling offended by having to expose myself and yet strangely proud of the reaction I got. Sarge stood up straight, his flashlight still on my breasts, and reached for his crotch and squeezed it. “Lady,” he said, “I’m going need to draw my weapon now.”
He unzipped his fly and reached in and pulled out an enormous, uncut black cock. It was very dark and looked like some of the images I’d seen online that made me wonder if they were even real. And there it was right in front of me. It was definitely real, and not even erect, it already dwarfed my husband’s hard cock that had been in my hand not moments ago! I looked away in shock. Then looked back at it. I looked up at him and saw that his eyes were glued to my bare breasts, and he was practically salivating. I felt ashamed and empowered at the same time. He reached for his cock and began to stroke it, and I watched it begin to grow. And it kept growing, and I couldn’t take my eyes away. It was simply huge. It looked so virile and masculine and primal there in front of me. He reached out and grabbed my wrist and pulled it out of the window. He wanted me to touch it. I looked over at my husband who had a look of shock and horror on his face as he watched what was transpiring in front of him. He shook his head as if to say “don’t do it”, but I admit, I was incredibly curious. The cock I’d had in my hand earlier was so much smaller in girth and length. I’d never touched anything like this one, and certainly not a black one! So as Sarge guided my hand to his cock, I instinctively wrapped my hand around it. Or rather, I tried to, because it didn’t wrap completely around. It felt so heavy, and thick and warm in my hand. It got longer still, and I began to stroke it slowly, pulling the foreskin back and exposing the big head. Typically, I’ve never liked an uncircumcised cock, but I found his big, primal cock intriguing. I bit my lower lip and began to stroke his cock harder, and I could tell he liked it. By this point I was committed, and I no longer cared if my husband watched. It was his fault I was in this predicament anyway, and part of me wanted him to suffer through it. I told myself I was suffering too, but I knew it wasn’t - I was enjoying myself.
Then Sarge pushed my hand away and stroked himself some more and reached in the window and groped my boob. It wasn’t sensuous or romantic. Quite the opposite. His hands were big and rough and he squeezed and pulled on my nipple hard. I breathed heavily as he stroked his cock with one hand and groped my breasts with the other. Then he stepped forward with no warning and grabbed my hair and pulled me toward the door and pushed his cock in the window. I simply opened my mouth and felt his thick cock push in. Suddenly, I was torn between two women. The first woman was the typical 40-something married white woman I’d always been – disgusted, offended and shocked at what was happening to me. Another woman wanted me to open my mouth and take this strangers’ cock in and release my inner slut. My inner slut seemed to be winning the battle. Looking back I know I’d been wanting to release like this for some time, but my husband had never been that kind of lover, and quite frankly, neither had I. I began to find a rhythm as Sarge slid his cock in and out of my lips and down my throat. I took more and more of him and rolled my tongue all over it. I wanted to take all of him down my throat, but his size was just too much, so I did my best. Soon, I forgot my husband was sitting there, and I let out a moan like I was eating the most delicious piece of chocolate ever as I made slurping and sucking noises.
“Damn, Sarge!” Jones said as he watched from the other window. “This white bitch is nasty!” He turned to my husband, “Look at your wife, man. She suck your cock like that?” Everyone present knew the answer to his rhetorical question. I’d never sucked any cock like that. Sarge pulled back, and his cock slid out of my mouth long enough for him to take his belt off, lay it on the car roof and then unbuckle his pants so he could free his enormous, heavy black balls. All I could think to myself was how I now understood where the term “bull” came from! He grabbed the back of my head again and continued to stroke himself, and without hesitation, I leaned in and began to lick and suck on his black balls. I knew what he wanted, and I was determined to give it my all. “That’s it,” Sarge said as he watched me work. I looked up at him smiling down at me while I sucked his huge balls into my warm mouth. “Damn, you’re a good little white whore. Show your man how you like that black dick in your mouth,” he told me as he grabbed my hair hard and pushed his cock back between my lips and began to fuck my mouth forcefully. I did what I could to keep up, but his size forced me to gag as he wrapped a hand around my neck, and I heard my husband whimper, “Oh good god, Donna!” from behind me as he watched my mouth get used. Sarge held his hand over my neck and pumped his big, black cock in and out of my mouth through the open window of the BMW. “FUCK ya, bitch,” he said as he grunted, and I was surprised by an enormous wave of hot cum filling my mouth. He pulled his cock out and began to furiously jack off, letting wave after wave splash across my forehead, cheeks, lips and hair. It dripped down my neck and chest and all over my clothes and made my makeup run. “Damn, girl! You look look like a nasty girl with all that cum on your face! Show your husband how you look,” Sarge told me. I looked up at him and paused and then smiled just a bit. I turned toward Jones and my husband so they could see how dirty I looked covered in cum. “Mouth too,” Sarge said. “Open up.” I did as I was told and showed my husband how Sarge had also cum in my mouth. “You know what to do,” he said. And I did. I swallowed it like the porn stars I’d seen do in so many videos online. I never do that with my husband, and he looked on shocked and amazed.
Sarge zipped up, and I took that as my queue and reached for the glove box for napkins. I was going to need a lot of them. Then Jones stopped me. “Oh no, bitch,” he said. You ain’t done. “My turn,” he said as he began to walk around the front of the BMW, unzipping his fly.
To be continued???
I hinted that maybe an Uber ride might be a good idea since we’d been drinking, but my husband said he was fine to drive, so I acquiesced. We hopped in his BMW and continued with the jazz music and flirting in the car. I had such a nice evening I decided I’d give him a nice little surprise on the ride home. Once we’d left the bright lights of the city and got out in the country closer to home, I unzipped his fly and fished his cock out and began to stroke it. Of course he was enjoying it, but perhaps I was doing too good of a job because he swerved a couple times while he tried to watch what I was doing and enjoy the sensation.
I guess his swerving didn’t go unnoticed because moments later, there were red and blue lights flashing behind us. I quickly sat straight in my seat while he pulled over and struggled to quickly get zipped up. I peeked behind us, and could barely make out both doors of the car opening as I squinted in the bright lights of the state police cruiser. I watched anxiously as two offers approached either side of our vehicle and the one on my husband’s side tapped on the window with his flashlight. My husband rolled the window down for the officer who leaned forward to explain that they pulled us over because they noticed my husband “driving erratically”. As my husband explained that we were just heading home after an evening out, I could see that the officer on his side was a tall, muscular black man that matched his deep voice.
I tried to see the officer on my side, but he was still standing somewhat behind me with his flashlight on me. As I squinted into the light, I listened to my husband talk to the officer asking him questions. The officer on my side surveyed the back seat of the car with his flashlight, then returned to me, putting the light in my face, and then moving the light down as if to check for anything threatening. The light moved down my body and stopped momentarily on my boobs showing a lot of cleavage. The light stayed there a few seconds, and then moved down to my bare legs where my skirt had ridden up quite high from when I was giving my husband his treat, and I hadn’t really noticed until the light basically had me on display. I quickly pulled my skirt down to cover up as best I could. Finally, the flashlight switched off and I could see the other officer who turned out to be a good partner to his colleague, as he was also tall and muscular, but also a bit older. I listened as the officer on my husband’s side asked if he’d had anything to drink. In an attempt to be honest but also sell it short, my husband said we’d had a couple glasses of wine. That didn’t seem to satisfy the officer, though, as he asked my husband if he’d submit to a sobriety test. I knew my husband was fine to drive, but I also knew that he probably wouldn’t pass the test, so. I quickly asked, “excuse me officer, isn’t there anything we can do to work this out?”
The officer talking to my husband leaned in the driver’s side window and illuminated me with his flashlight the same way his partner had done moments ago. He smiled and asked if I was trying to offer him a bribe. I suddenly realized how it sounded…a married white woman in a BMW offering two black police a way to work out a deal. I thought he must think I’m trying to buy them off with money! Then my mind wandered and I suddenly realized that they COULD think I was offering them something else too, and I quickly backtracked and told them I was certainly not trying to offer a bribe of any kind. The two then told us to wait in the car, and they walked to the back of the BMW and started talking. My husband began to talk about how they were just black cops on a power trip and they needed to leave us alone, while I became flustered as my mind contemplated what types of bribes they might misconstrue my offer to mean. Moments later I found that what I imagined wasn’t even close.
The officer on my side instructed me to roll down my window, and asked if my husband had too much to drink. I told them that I thought he was fine. He then made a comment about how a white woman like myself should be careful. He said that looking the way I do and making offers like I had could be taken the wrong way. I realized that they were thinking it too. They were looking at me not as a proper, upper middle class, suburban white housewife, but as a woman who had the ability to bribe men with her body. And that, in a way, was exciting. My husband also caught onto the innuendos and, like me, momentarily forgot his place in the situation, and began to protest, saying that was enough and started to get out of the car. The officer told him to sit down or else he’d be arrested…or worse.
The officer on my side leaned in closer to me and told me that the two of us were in a lot of trouble now. He stared at my chest while he spoke and licked his lips. And then he said. “Why don’t you show us those nice white tits of yours?” I was shocked. My husband was shocked. He protested again. This time the officer on his side drew out his night stick and told my husband to keep quiet as he bounced in the palm of his hand. I thought for a moment and decided that exposing my breasts to two black men couldn’t be nearly as bad as one or both of us being arrested. No one would ever know. And again, there was a part of me that felt desired knowing that these men would be willing to let us off with a simple look at my breasts. So, I unbuttoned my blouse and pulled it open. “Very nice,” said the officer on my side, “You seeing, this Officer Jones?”
The other officer leaned in and pointed his flashlight at my chest. “Damn, Sarge.” he said. Looks like her husband buys her some pretty expensive lingerie,” he added. “As nice as it is though, that bra gotta go.” I looked up at Sarge who had a look of “what are you waiting for?” on his face. I held my breath and unbuttoned my bra in back and let my my big boobs spill out. I felt so dirty sitting there with my breasts bared in front of two men. Particularly two men I’d never met. And especially two black men I’d never met. But, I I also felt…excited. I was feeling offended by having to expose myself and yet strangely proud of the reaction I got. Sarge stood up straight, his flashlight still on my breasts, and reached for his crotch and squeezed it. “Lady,” he said, “I’m going need to draw my weapon now.”
He unzipped his fly and reached in and pulled out an enormous, uncut black cock. It was very dark and looked like some of the images I’d seen online that made me wonder if they were even real. And there it was right in front of me. It was definitely real, and not even erect, it already dwarfed my husband’s hard cock that had been in my hand not moments ago! I looked away in shock. Then looked back at it. I looked up at him and saw that his eyes were glued to my bare breasts, and he was practically salivating. I felt ashamed and empowered at the same time. He reached for his cock and began to stroke it, and I watched it begin to grow. And it kept growing, and I couldn’t take my eyes away. It was simply huge. It looked so virile and masculine and primal there in front of me. He reached out and grabbed my wrist and pulled it out of the window. He wanted me to touch it. I looked over at my husband who had a look of shock and horror on his face as he watched what was transpiring in front of him. He shook his head as if to say “don’t do it”, but I admit, I was incredibly curious. The cock I’d had in my hand earlier was so much smaller in girth and length. I’d never touched anything like this one, and certainly not a black one! So as Sarge guided my hand to his cock, I instinctively wrapped my hand around it. Or rather, I tried to, because it didn’t wrap completely around. It felt so heavy, and thick and warm in my hand. It got longer still, and I began to stroke it slowly, pulling the foreskin back and exposing the big head. Typically, I’ve never liked an uncircumcised cock, but I found his big, primal cock intriguing. I bit my lower lip and began to stroke his cock harder, and I could tell he liked it. By this point I was committed, and I no longer cared if my husband watched. It was his fault I was in this predicament anyway, and part of me wanted him to suffer through it. I told myself I was suffering too, but I knew it wasn’t - I was enjoying myself.
Then Sarge pushed my hand away and stroked himself some more and reached in the window and groped my boob. It wasn’t sensuous or romantic. Quite the opposite. His hands were big and rough and he squeezed and pulled on my nipple hard. I breathed heavily as he stroked his cock with one hand and groped my breasts with the other. Then he stepped forward with no warning and grabbed my hair and pulled me toward the door and pushed his cock in the window. I simply opened my mouth and felt his thick cock push in. Suddenly, I was torn between two women. The first woman was the typical 40-something married white woman I’d always been – disgusted, offended and shocked at what was happening to me. Another woman wanted me to open my mouth and take this strangers’ cock in and release my inner slut. My inner slut seemed to be winning the battle. Looking back I know I’d been wanting to release like this for some time, but my husband had never been that kind of lover, and quite frankly, neither had I. I began to find a rhythm as Sarge slid his cock in and out of my lips and down my throat. I took more and more of him and rolled my tongue all over it. I wanted to take all of him down my throat, but his size was just too much, so I did my best. Soon, I forgot my husband was sitting there, and I let out a moan like I was eating the most delicious piece of chocolate ever as I made slurping and sucking noises.
“Damn, Sarge!” Jones said as he watched from the other window. “This white bitch is nasty!” He turned to my husband, “Look at your wife, man. She suck your cock like that?” Everyone present knew the answer to his rhetorical question. I’d never sucked any cock like that. Sarge pulled back, and his cock slid out of my mouth long enough for him to take his belt off, lay it on the car roof and then unbuckle his pants so he could free his enormous, heavy black balls. All I could think to myself was how I now understood where the term “bull” came from! He grabbed the back of my head again and continued to stroke himself, and without hesitation, I leaned in and began to lick and suck on his black balls. I knew what he wanted, and I was determined to give it my all. “That’s it,” Sarge said as he watched me work. I looked up at him smiling down at me while I sucked his huge balls into my warm mouth. “Damn, you’re a good little white whore. Show your man how you like that black dick in your mouth,” he told me as he grabbed my hair hard and pushed his cock back between my lips and began to fuck my mouth forcefully. I did what I could to keep up, but his size forced me to gag as he wrapped a hand around my neck, and I heard my husband whimper, “Oh good god, Donna!” from behind me as he watched my mouth get used. Sarge held his hand over my neck and pumped his big, black cock in and out of my mouth through the open window of the BMW. “FUCK ya, bitch,” he said as he grunted, and I was surprised by an enormous wave of hot cum filling my mouth. He pulled his cock out and began to furiously jack off, letting wave after wave splash across my forehead, cheeks, lips and hair. It dripped down my neck and chest and all over my clothes and made my makeup run. “Damn, girl! You look look like a nasty girl with all that cum on your face! Show your husband how you look,” Sarge told me. I looked up at him and paused and then smiled just a bit. I turned toward Jones and my husband so they could see how dirty I looked covered in cum. “Mouth too,” Sarge said. “Open up.” I did as I was told and showed my husband how Sarge had also cum in my mouth. “You know what to do,” he said. And I did. I swallowed it like the porn stars I’d seen do in so many videos online. I never do that with my husband, and he looked on shocked and amazed.
Sarge zipped up, and I took that as my queue and reached for the glove box for napkins. I was going to need a lot of them. Then Jones stopped me. “Oh no, bitch,” he said. You ain’t done. “My turn,” he said as he began to walk around the front of the BMW, unzipping his fly.
To be continued???
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