A white cop's wife sucks BBC at halftime.
I was out on a halftime beer run. My (ex) husband had fucked up (again) and failed to get enough beer for his Sunday football game party with his cop buddies. What cop doesn’t know cops drink like fish at stuff like this? So as usual, I was the one fixing his fuckup. It was Sunday (of course) and I didn’t want to go all the way to the Supermarket so I hit the 24/7 gas station convenience store that was just off the highway. I knew they had the crappy domestic beer hubs and his friends liked. And I needed gasoline too, so I thought win/win.
I pulled in and it was a beehive of customers. Fuck. Ok. I’ll just park and get a couple cases and get gas later - I was in no mood to wait for Sunday drivers. In line at one of the registers, a 24 pack in each hand like suitcases and I see I’m right behind an attractive Black guy - maybe 30 and fucking built - in his Sunday best. At least, there’s something to look at while I perform this wifely duty.
Black stud finishes paying and turns to leave and we make eye contact. I couldn’t help myself - I shot him the glance my mom taught me back in HS - the one she said would let anyone know I was down to fuck (and boy was she right about that!) and Black guy seemed to get it too. He stopped mid step and then gave me a full on gorgeous smile with knowing eyes. I finally looked down, the weight of being married hanging off me like 48 cans of disappointment and boring sex. I paid for the beer and went back to my car.
I put the beer cases in the trunk, slammed the lid and was going to get behind the wheel when I turned and wooooaah! Black stud is right there - not 3 feet behind me! NGL - adrenaline hit like a hammer and I could feel my face flush. I stood there mum as the busy parking lot fell away. Black guy said, ‘Hi there - I’m James. I saw you carrying all that beer and I wondered if I could help you with it but it seems you already put it where you wanted it - in the back.’ He stood there smiling, as cool and boss as could be. My heart was racing. I could feel his presence on my skin and I’d really wished I wasn’t wearing jeans and just a hoodie over my bra. He smelled so damn good too. He was about 6 inches taller than me and his shoulders were really broad. I could feel myself reverting to pre marriage Chris the Slut - someone whom I’had successfully retired when I committed to being married two years previously. There had been other instances when she came knocking - usually when I was around some new hot girl at the office who was sending pussy signals or even on some work trip back east - I learned real quick to STAY AWAY FROM HOTEL BARS if I wanted her to just let me off with a furious solo vibrator session.
But James had caught me with her pants down, so to speak - and here she was right behind my eyes making me say things. ‘Hi, James - I’m Christy. You know what? I could still use your help. I’ve been stuck at a boring ass football party with hubs and his work friends and he sent me on a beer run and I’m looking at several more hours of angry white cops talking shop and ignoring me except when I bring more snacks or beers. My team isn’t even playing and I’m feeling really frustrated. Got any ideas, James?’
oh, god was I coming on to him like some college Snow bunny? You bet I was. I locked my eyes on his and slowly dropped the zipper on my hoody until my black bra was pulling his gaze down. I could feel the old me’s pussy tingling and her nipples stiffen as James drank me in with his eyes.
‘Nice to meet you, Christy. You know, there might be something I can do for a bored cops wife on this lovely Sunday. I am on the way to take momma to church but I do have a few minutes to help a distressed wife out.’ I grinned like a bad girl who was about to get what she wanted and I let James know that. He took me by the hand back to his Range Rover and opened the passenger door for me. It had been years since I got into a strangers ride hoping for a good time and it felt just fucking right. I was breathing shallow and I was getting real wet. He climbed in and started it up. He said he didn’t have a whole lot of time but he really wanted to help me out. Would letting me suck him off do it? I was almost drooling when I said, ‘thank you James - yes - Black Cock is JUST what I need right now. Thank you.’ He backed out and we found some nearby access road to park on and he leaned over and started kissing me. His mouth tasted amazing and I could feel the urgency in him already. I wasted no time - I didn’t want to make him late for church so I went right for his belt. I got it open and unzipped him - I was brimming with excitement! Would James have the kind of cock I needed? Long, thick, dark AF and uncut? Would he be clean shaven? And would he be able to give me the kind of load I desperately wanted inside me? After 2 years of angry white man dick I was so ready for some Black Man energy - so strong and with real BDE flow -like he knew he was appreciated and was in demand and was fully confident in not only is XL cock but in his whole male sexuality. I’m sure my digression is irritating you but you gotta know what I was feeling when James reached down and helped me unfurl his massive Grade A Meat! My eyes bulged and slut Christy took over completely. I shucked the hoody and wicked off my bra letting my tits fall. James reached for them immediately, smiling ear to ear. His cock was already mostly hard in my hands and I was ready to drop on him. He reached up and put his thumb in my mouth so I let him know what I was about to do to his cock. I sucked him in deep and let my spit run out onto his palm. He said, ‘Gooooood.’ I was buzzing inside - heart hammering and my skin was electrified.
I stroked his cock and sucked his thumb until he was standing tall and arrogant in both my hands. It was time. Slut me dropped on him, desperate to get him in my mouth as deep as I could - to gag on him, to let him steal my breath - to be his fuck toy and have him use my body until he came in inside it. It felt SO damn good to be there again. I was in my happy place again - finally.
I worked my throat as open as I could and took him deeper and deeper. I was conscious of the fact that he was on his way to see his momma and to go to church so I tried real hard not flood his pants with slunky spit - even though I LOVE sloppy head! The wetter the better! But anyway…
James put his hand behind my head gently and let me work - let me worship his beautiful XL Black Cock. I teased his perfectly curved shaft with my teeth and tongue imagining how amazing it would feel to ride it - to take him finally balls deep and buck on it for all I was worth. But slut me kept focus for the most part on earning his load. I took his balls into my mouth while I stroked and jacked his shaft and cupped his head. I pulled back his foreskin and nibbled on his head with little soft pop sucks and quick licks. His breathing slowed and deepened so I knew I was getting to him. I also knew he wasn’t in full fuck mode where I was SURE he could go fo hours, taxing whatever girl until she either saw god or tapped out or both. I wanted that so bad! Like I wanted to drain his stunning dick and swallow everything he could give me - I needed his cum - like medicine, like I need to reclaim who TF I was and not be the angry, bitchy, cynical cop’s wife I had become.
I was deep throating James and working his balls with my hands and loving the flow of precum he was giving me and was just in the cocksucker zone when he clenched his ass and gave me a shoulder tap telling me he was about to cum. I went berserk and threw all I was into getting it all from him. He grabbed my head and held me still while he gasped and his cock got even harder and bigger in the back of my mouth and then it started those involuntary throbbing pumps as he flooded my mouth with his massive load. He was saying ‘shit shit shit, baby’ - ‘fuck, I’m coming!’ I hummed my appreciation for his cum and squeezed his balls a little extra and pumped his shaft with my other hand to milk him dry. He positively dumped his load - I mean I was barely able to swallow fast enough. I caught some overflow jizz with my hand and tried to keep it all off his slacks.
After gulping him down and sucking his cum off my hands and pushing it up my chin and into my mouth, I turned up to face him. I felt so grounded and clear. His eyes told me he was happy with my efforts and that made me happy too - it’s nice to be appreciated for sucking dick. I held his waning cock in my hand and kissed his head until it was time to take me back to my car and to get back to the ‘party.’ I checked my face in his visor mirror, shook out my hair, turned to him and said, ‘Thank you, James - you are a lifesaver.’ He said, 'anytime baby - just doing what God made me for.’ ‘Amen.’ I said back and climbed down out of his truck.
I pulled in and it was a beehive of customers. Fuck. Ok. I’ll just park and get a couple cases and get gas later - I was in no mood to wait for Sunday drivers. In line at one of the registers, a 24 pack in each hand like suitcases and I see I’m right behind an attractive Black guy - maybe 30 and fucking built - in his Sunday best. At least, there’s something to look at while I perform this wifely duty.
Black stud finishes paying and turns to leave and we make eye contact. I couldn’t help myself - I shot him the glance my mom taught me back in HS - the one she said would let anyone know I was down to fuck (and boy was she right about that!) and Black guy seemed to get it too. He stopped mid step and then gave me a full on gorgeous smile with knowing eyes. I finally looked down, the weight of being married hanging off me like 48 cans of disappointment and boring sex. I paid for the beer and went back to my car.
I put the beer cases in the trunk, slammed the lid and was going to get behind the wheel when I turned and wooooaah! Black stud is right there - not 3 feet behind me! NGL - adrenaline hit like a hammer and I could feel my face flush. I stood there mum as the busy parking lot fell away. Black guy said, ‘Hi there - I’m James. I saw you carrying all that beer and I wondered if I could help you with it but it seems you already put it where you wanted it - in the back.’ He stood there smiling, as cool and boss as could be. My heart was racing. I could feel his presence on my skin and I’d really wished I wasn’t wearing jeans and just a hoodie over my bra. He smelled so damn good too. He was about 6 inches taller than me and his shoulders were really broad. I could feel myself reverting to pre marriage Chris the Slut - someone whom I’had successfully retired when I committed to being married two years previously. There had been other instances when she came knocking - usually when I was around some new hot girl at the office who was sending pussy signals or even on some work trip back east - I learned real quick to STAY AWAY FROM HOTEL BARS if I wanted her to just let me off with a furious solo vibrator session.
But James had caught me with her pants down, so to speak - and here she was right behind my eyes making me say things. ‘Hi, James - I’m Christy. You know what? I could still use your help. I’ve been stuck at a boring ass football party with hubs and his work friends and he sent me on a beer run and I’m looking at several more hours of angry white cops talking shop and ignoring me except when I bring more snacks or beers. My team isn’t even playing and I’m feeling really frustrated. Got any ideas, James?’
oh, god was I coming on to him like some college Snow bunny? You bet I was. I locked my eyes on his and slowly dropped the zipper on my hoody until my black bra was pulling his gaze down. I could feel the old me’s pussy tingling and her nipples stiffen as James drank me in with his eyes.
‘Nice to meet you, Christy. You know, there might be something I can do for a bored cops wife on this lovely Sunday. I am on the way to take momma to church but I do have a few minutes to help a distressed wife out.’ I grinned like a bad girl who was about to get what she wanted and I let James know that. He took me by the hand back to his Range Rover and opened the passenger door for me. It had been years since I got into a strangers ride hoping for a good time and it felt just fucking right. I was breathing shallow and I was getting real wet. He climbed in and started it up. He said he didn’t have a whole lot of time but he really wanted to help me out. Would letting me suck him off do it? I was almost drooling when I said, ‘thank you James - yes - Black Cock is JUST what I need right now. Thank you.’ He backed out and we found some nearby access road to park on and he leaned over and started kissing me. His mouth tasted amazing and I could feel the urgency in him already. I wasted no time - I didn’t want to make him late for church so I went right for his belt. I got it open and unzipped him - I was brimming with excitement! Would James have the kind of cock I needed? Long, thick, dark AF and uncut? Would he be clean shaven? And would he be able to give me the kind of load I desperately wanted inside me? After 2 years of angry white man dick I was so ready for some Black Man energy - so strong and with real BDE flow -like he knew he was appreciated and was in demand and was fully confident in not only is XL cock but in his whole male sexuality. I’m sure my digression is irritating you but you gotta know what I was feeling when James reached down and helped me unfurl his massive Grade A Meat! My eyes bulged and slut Christy took over completely. I shucked the hoody and wicked off my bra letting my tits fall. James reached for them immediately, smiling ear to ear. His cock was already mostly hard in my hands and I was ready to drop on him. He reached up and put his thumb in my mouth so I let him know what I was about to do to his cock. I sucked him in deep and let my spit run out onto his palm. He said, ‘Gooooood.’ I was buzzing inside - heart hammering and my skin was electrified.
I stroked his cock and sucked his thumb until he was standing tall and arrogant in both my hands. It was time. Slut me dropped on him, desperate to get him in my mouth as deep as I could - to gag on him, to let him steal my breath - to be his fuck toy and have him use my body until he came in inside it. It felt SO damn good to be there again. I was in my happy place again - finally.
I worked my throat as open as I could and took him deeper and deeper. I was conscious of the fact that he was on his way to see his momma and to go to church so I tried real hard not flood his pants with slunky spit - even though I LOVE sloppy head! The wetter the better! But anyway…
James put his hand behind my head gently and let me work - let me worship his beautiful XL Black Cock. I teased his perfectly curved shaft with my teeth and tongue imagining how amazing it would feel to ride it - to take him finally balls deep and buck on it for all I was worth. But slut me kept focus for the most part on earning his load. I took his balls into my mouth while I stroked and jacked his shaft and cupped his head. I pulled back his foreskin and nibbled on his head with little soft pop sucks and quick licks. His breathing slowed and deepened so I knew I was getting to him. I also knew he wasn’t in full fuck mode where I was SURE he could go fo hours, taxing whatever girl until she either saw god or tapped out or both. I wanted that so bad! Like I wanted to drain his stunning dick and swallow everything he could give me - I needed his cum - like medicine, like I need to reclaim who TF I was and not be the angry, bitchy, cynical cop’s wife I had become.
I was deep throating James and working his balls with my hands and loving the flow of precum he was giving me and was just in the cocksucker zone when he clenched his ass and gave me a shoulder tap telling me he was about to cum. I went berserk and threw all I was into getting it all from him. He grabbed my head and held me still while he gasped and his cock got even harder and bigger in the back of my mouth and then it started those involuntary throbbing pumps as he flooded my mouth with his massive load. He was saying ‘shit shit shit, baby’ - ‘fuck, I’m coming!’ I hummed my appreciation for his cum and squeezed his balls a little extra and pumped his shaft with my other hand to milk him dry. He positively dumped his load - I mean I was barely able to swallow fast enough. I caught some overflow jizz with my hand and tried to keep it all off his slacks.
After gulping him down and sucking his cum off my hands and pushing it up my chin and into my mouth, I turned up to face him. I felt so grounded and clear. His eyes told me he was happy with my efforts and that made me happy too - it’s nice to be appreciated for sucking dick. I held his waning cock in my hand and kissed his head until it was time to take me back to my car and to get back to the ‘party.’ I checked my face in his visor mirror, shook out my hair, turned to him and said, ‘Thank you, James - you are a lifesaver.’ He said, 'anytime baby - just doing what God made me for.’ ‘Amen.’ I said back and climbed down out of his truck.
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