Driving Home

It was late on a Saturday night after having dinner and wine at a bar near campus. My husband was tired from a business trip and wanted to stay home.

I had quite a fun evening and managed to polish off a full bottle before leaving.

I thought maybe an Uber ride might be a good idea since I’d been drinking, but decided I was fine to drive.

I had such a nice evening I decided to detour through a secluded park and unwind. I was thinking of the hot young college men I often saw there, and unconsciously started playing with myself. 

I was doing too good of a job because I swerved a couple times while I was enjoying the sensation.

I guess my swerving didn’t go unnoticed because moments later, there were red and blue lights flashing behind me. I quickly sat straight in my seat and pulled over and struggled to quickly get straightened up. I peeked behind and could barely make out both doors of the car opening as I squinted in the bright lights of the campus police cruiser. I watched anxiously as two officers approached either side of my vehicle and the one on my side tapped on the window with his flashlight. I rolled the window down for the officer who leaned forward to explain that they pulled me over because they noticed I was “driving erratically”. I smiled and explained I was just heading home after an evening out. I could see that the officer was a tall, young muscular black man that matched his deep voice.I tried to see the officer on my passenger side, but he was still standing somewhat behind with his flashlight on me. As I squinted into the light, the officer on my side surveyed the back seat of the car with his flashlight, then returned to me, puttingthe 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 myself a 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 his colleague, and he was also tall and muscular, but also a bit younger. I listened as the officer asked if I’d had anything to drink. In an attempt to be honest, I said I’d had a couple glasses of wine. That didn’t seem to satisfy him though, as he asked if I’d submit to a sobriety test. I knew I was fine to drive, but I also knew that I probably wouldn’t pass the test, so. I quickly asked, “Excuse me officer, isn’t there anything I can do to work this out?”He leaned in the 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 themI was certainly not trying to offer a bribe of any kind. They told me to wait in the car, and walked to the back of the BMW and started talking. I thought about how they were just black cops on a power trip and they needed to leave me alone, and 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 had imagined wasn’t even close.The officer on my side instructed me to roll down my window, and again asked if I had too much to drink. I told him I thought I was fine. He then made a comment about how a white woman like myself should be careful- looking the way I do and making offers like I had could easily be taken the wrong way. I realized 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. Actually- that, in a way, was exciting. I caught onto the innuendos and, momentarily forgot my place in the situation, and began to protest, saying that was enough and started to get out of the car. The officer told me to sit down or else I’d be arrested…or worse.

He leaned in closer and told me I was in a lot of trouble now. He stared at my chest, and while he spoke he licked his lips. After a pause he said. “Why don’t you show us those nice white tits of yours?”

I was shocked and protested again. This time the officer drew out his night stick and told me 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 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 me 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 in my chest. “Damn, Sarge.” he said. Looks like she buys herself 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 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 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 to 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 any hard cock I ever had! I looked away in shock. Then I 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 must have been a good 9 inches and THICK!!!

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 first had thoughts of shock and horror as I watched what was transpiring. I thought “don’t do it”, but I admit, I was incredibly curious. 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, 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 I was in this predicament. I told myself this was wrong, 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 mature 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 ofhim down my throat, but his size was just too much, so I did my best, and eventually got it all in!

My inner slut was proud!!!!

Soon, I forgot about my husband, 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! You suck your husband's 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. Be sure to tell 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 ALMOST thought I heard my husband whimper, “Oh good god, Wendy!” from behind me as he watched my mouth get used. "What the fuck are you doing!?"

"Oh my GOD!" I thought! My husband would kill me if he saw this!

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 yeah, bitch,” he said as he grunted, and soon 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 like a nasty white bitch with all that cum on your face! Show my partner how you look!”

I looked up at him and paused and then smiled just a bit. I turned toward Jones so he could see how dirty I looked covered in cum.

“Mouth too,” Sarge said. “Open up.” I did as I was told and showed Jones 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 would be shocked and amazed if he knew what I just did.

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.

OMG- this one was even BIGGER! I could feel my pussy dripping!

I had never been this dirty, and the thought of TWO magnificent black cocks to service had REALLY turned on my inner slut!

I was mesmerized by his cock. I’d seen my share of big black cocks online in porn videos and pictures, but I’d never seen one up close, let alone TWO.

It was bigger than I’d imagined one could be! It was MUCH bigger than the one I just had! It must be at least 12 inches!!!! He looked over at me, looked me up and down and simply smiled and shook his cock. Then, still holding it in his hand, he turned toward me, giving me an even better view and looked right at me and began to lightly stroke it. I bit my lip, still staring,unsure what to do. He looked up and down my body while he stroked himself, and I watched his cock begin to get even bigger. His size already eclipsed the 9 inch one cock before it even started to get hard! I felt naked even though I was still dressed. The situation made the hair on my neck stand up and made my pussy tingle between my legs. So I had a decision to make. Keep watching or abandon all my inhibitions.

He smiled again and was now stroking twelve inches of thick, black manhood right in front of me! I felt so many emotions running through me. Embarrassment. Shock. Guilt. Even disgust.

But I also felt aroused- DEEPLY aroused!!! And lust!!!!!!

So I sat there watching, not saying a word. Part of me envisioned him reaching out to grope my breasts or tear my clothes from my body and ravage me. Maybe he’d grab me by my hair and force me to my knees to make me take it in my mouth. But he simply stood there looking me up and down, stroking his enormous black cock. I assume he was running through scenarios of his own in his head. It only aroused me even more to think about all of the dirty things he could easily do to me if he wanted.

Part of me seemed to want that. My lips were watering, I was breathing heavily, and I was getting incredibly wet. He was breathing heavily now too, and soon I began to think about him erupting right in front of me. I went over in my mind the different ways I not only imagined him shooting, but now I wanted him to do it.

Finally, I knew exactly what I wanted. I watched him stroking faster and faster, knowing the telltale signs of a man on the verge of exploding. I watched a few more moments and then got out of the car and leaned over the hood and spread my legs, letting my skirt ride up my thighs, exposing my white lace panties to him. He let out a guttural moan as he stared between my legs. His response only fueled my fire, and I reached between my legs and pulled my panties to the side, exposing my pussy.

He looked in my eyes, and I confirmed it for him by saying, “Do it. Defile my married white pussy. Fill me up with that BIG black cock!!!.”

He needed no further prompting and stepped forward and positioned his enormous cock head between my legs. I felt his warmth against my lips and moaned as I felt his massive cock part my lips and push in. He was so hard and I was so wet that he was able to push almost all the way in in one single thrust. His size stretched me open, and I felt as if my insides would be pulled out with him as he pulled away before he grabbed my hips and pushed back in hard, crashing deep inside me.

I grunted as he hit depths inside me I never thought possible.

OMG- the emotions I felt! The pain, the pleasure, the guilt, the desire and primal LUST... Deeper, harder, faster... my pussy was on fire! My legs were shaking. I swear my nipples were so hard they were scratching the hood! 

I was now pushing back- meeting him thrust for thrust! I looked up and saw Sarge was hard again- stroking his beautiful cock...I knew we were all getting close...

I had NEVER been fucked like this in my life!!!! I was in heaven! A monster cock filling and stretching my tight married pussy, just as one had just defiled my throat!

Two more thrusts and that was it! He threw his head back and grunted long and loud, and I felt him erupting. It felt like someone turned on a firehose of warm liquid inside me. I felt his strong jets shoot deep inside me and fill me as I’d asked. So much that it began to run out of me and down my thighs. His cock pulsed and pulsed as wave after wave of his cum shot inside me.

When he was finally spent he pulled away, zipped up his pants and simply thanked me. “Thank YOU,” was all I could think to say as they drove away.

I straightened up the best I could, freshened my lipstick in the mirror and took a few tylenol to ease the pain.

I looked around the park wondering if anyone saw the debauchery that had just taken place. I jumped back in the BMW and slowly drove home- where my husband, as expected, was fast asleep.

I got one last tingle as I could still feel the black strangers' cum still dripping between my legs and through my panties and tasting it in my mouth.

I knew I had to have MORE black cock!!!

A SLOOOOOOOOW warm shower helped me unwind before getting into bed with a smile...