Saturday, July 16, 2016

Sorry for my absence

Sorry I have been quiet for such a long time, but I have been working on a book. So I have cut back on the short stories. I recently met with my editor to disucss cover designs. The book should be out out before the end of the summer.

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Sunday, November 29, 2015

Discovering a Secret Lifestyle ...

I’m Connie, your average divorced, middle aged, middle-class woman, living in middle America. I have a demanding job as an emergency room nurse and that takes up most of my  time. I’m an empty nester, my kids have long flown the coop and gone off college and discover new lives. The marriage between me and my ex crumbled, a few years after the kids left home. He said he was feeling trapped in the marriage, a boring job and suburbia. He said he wanted something different. To tell the truth, I wasn’t totally surprised, the marriage had died a slow death. In between working, paying bills and raising children, the passion had slowly evaporated, so when we called it quits, we were both relieved.

And so, I dove into my job, occasionally hung out with friends from work, and dated the odd guy, but it never went beyond one date. I don’t think I was ready to dive into someone else’s emotional drama. I had gotten quite set in my ways, coming home to an empty home, watching marathons of godawful reality shows in my PJs, and the occasional porno. Well, actually that’s not true. The occasional porno was a regular habit. With the kid’s gone, I could indulge my habit all I wanted. Sometimes, I would get home from work and have a night of watching different pornos on my big screen TV, and of course masturbating with a sturdy vibrator. I got an electric and was shocked when I used it so some much it burned out. I was so embarrassed at how often I went to the local sex shop to replace them. But the clerk, a pale waif with purple hair and a nose ring, didn’t seem phased. I guess when you do that job you get to see everything. A frustrated, middle-aged woman burning through vibrators was nothing new.

One day I was sitting in the cafeteria finishing up my lunch with some of the other nurses and I saw a well-dressed black man walk by. He was wearing a business suit, and had an open white shirt. His eyes met mine and he smiled and called my name.
“Connie Dawkins?” he asked questioningly.
“Yes,” I replied.
“It’s me, Raymond from college.”
“Raymond Drake, is that you?” I asked, squinting awkwardly at him. “You look so different. What happened to you?”

Last time I saw him, he had a fade haircut, and braces. Now his short-cropped hair was flecked with gray and he had a salt and pepper mustache and beard. He also looked like he just stepped out of GQ.

He laughed, “I’ll take that as a compliment. I joined the military, got married, gained a bunch of weight, got divorced and lost it. I’m glad you remember me.”

Raymond and I had briefly flirted with dating back in college. That was the ‘80s, society was less open minded about interracial dating back then. We made out a few times, but I never took it any further. I couldn’t deal with all the hate I would probably get, questions from my family, or friends shunning me, so we mutually agreed to break it off.  I remember he was always very bright, but back then he was as skinny as a rake. He had filled out over the years.

“So what happened to you?” he asked.

“The usual, got married, moved to the ‘burbs, had kids and got divorced, now I am here,” I said, with a laugh.

He eyed me. “Well you look good. Here’s my number.” He slipped me a crisp business card. “Let’s catch up sometime.”

He gave me an awkward hug, and then moved on. “I have to check on my mom, she had surgery today.”

I slipped the card into the pocket of my scrubs and returned to my co workers.

“Who was that?” said Gina, a petite Italian woman.

“Some guy I went to college with,” I said casually. “He looked different back then. He was skin and bones. He’s filled out quite a bit.”

“Did you get his number?” said Carol, a plump, black lady. “That brother is fine. You betta jump on that. Hell, I’d do it myself, but I’m married and a good Christian woman. But that brother was making me think sinful thoughts.”

The girls cackled with laughter.

“Yeah, we saw the way he was looking at you,” said Margie, a senior nurse who was in her late 50s and close to retirement. “He wanted some of that ass.”

I was shocked at how they were talking and blushed with embarrassment.

“Look, girl,” said Margie, with some steel in her voice. “You have to do it for us. All of us are stuck in boring marriages. You got to fuck that man’s brains out and tell us all the sordid details. That’s the only thing we got going. We want to live through you.”

“She ain’t lying,” said Carol, with a hoot.

I knew Margie’s husband was sick with cancer and had one foot in the grave. She would have left if it wasn’t for that. She was just biding her time, before she got her freedom. Carol’s husband was a Bible thumper, who tried to run the household according to Biblical rules, so that was a constant strain. And Gina seemed to have a good marriage, except she only got sex once a month, in the dark, with the lights off and in the missionary position. She said her husband used to be an altar boy, as if that explained everything.

“Do it for us?” the girls said pleadingly.

I looked at them with amusement and said I would call him. It turned out I didn’t have to call. I saw him walking through the hospital in a sharp, tan-colored suit a few days later. We ended up chatting and agreeing to have coffee. We caught up on the last 30-odd years.

Raymond had joined the military to help pay off his college loans. He got into computers and built and operated networks for the Army. After he got out, he started his own IT and network security company, which was apparently a booming business.

“Now I get called into companies to explain to clueless old, white men why not installing the latest security might end up costing them a million dollars,” he said, with a laugh.

“What happened with your marriage?” I asked.

He shrugged. “While I was off building my business and trying to get established, I was gone a lot and she found someone else. One day I came home to a Dear John letter and an empty house.”

“That sucks,” I said.

“It was for the best in the long run,” he said casually. “I haven’t looked back since I got divorced. There are a lot of opportunities out there,” he said, with a twinkle in his eye.

I was curious. The Raymond I knew was a nerd. Something must have changed over the years.

Later, the girls wanted to hear all the details.

“Did you fuck him yet?” said Gina. “Do tell?”

“No, we’re just talking,” I replied.

“Don’t take too long now,” said Carol. “Good dick goes quickly.”

Margie was even blunter. “I need details. Yesterday, I had to change my husband’s diaper. I need something to take my mind off it.”

“You guys are scandalous,” I said, shaking my head.

But Raymond and I continued to meet for coffee, lunch and have long late-night conversations.

“There’s a lot wild stuff out there, I’ve learned from being on the Internet since the early days,” he said. “You wouldn’t even believe half the stuff that is out there.”

Apparently Raymond had been stationed in Germany and spent quite a lot of time at the legal brothels over there and had even been to sex clubs.

“They have that kind of stuff over here too,” he said. “But it’s super downlow.”

“Really?” I was clueless. I had been living with bliinders on for the last 20 years.

“Yes, really some going on right in your backyard.”

“What are you talking about?” I said. “I live in a nice, middle-class neighborhood.”

“Yeah and you’d be surprised to know how many people have swing parties in those nice middle-class neighborhoods,” he said matter of factly.

“I don’t believe it,” I said. “But I watch porn though, quite a lot.”

“I could show you something a lot sexier than that.”


“Invite me over and I’ll tell you,” he said.

The mutual attraction had been growing for weeks. He always looked so suave in his business suits when we met for lunch. I’m a sucker for a man in a suit. It turns women on the way lingerie turns men on.

“Okay,” I said.

He arrived 20 minutes later. He was dressed in a sweatshirt, and jeans, and looked a lot younger than he did in a suit, but just as sexy. I invited him in and we had coffee on the couch. The sexual tension hung in the air. Finally he said, “You want to hear a wild story?”

“Sure,” I said.

“One time I was working on this contract for this dude who owned a bunch of companies, probably a millionaire. We finished the job and he took me out to dinner with his wife. Now she’s the typical trophy wife. Twenty years younger, fake tits, tan, the usual. So we’re having a good old time drinking and partying, then the guy turns to me and says, ‘Raymond, you seem like a cool guy. Can you help me with something.’” Sure, I said. He said, “My wife, really has a thing for black guys and she wants to know if she can suck your cock?””

“No, I don’t believe that!” I said.

“It’s true,” said Raymond. “I was shocked, but then I looked at his wife, who was smoking hot. She looked at me, I looked at her. She reached under the table, grabbed my dick and smiled. She took me out to the car and blew me in the parking lot while her husband watched. He said it turned him on. They invited me back to their house, I fucked his wife while he watched, took pictures and jerked off. He said he wanted to give her a great birthday present, and I was it.”

My jaw dropped open. “No,” I said.

“Yeah, crazy isn’t it,” he said. “They’re actually really nice people. They invited me over to a couple of parties and that’s how I got into the scene.”

I was shocked. I couldn’t believe this kind of thing was going on right under my nose. But I was strangely turned on. My panties were dripping wet.

Raymond must have read my mind. “Turned you on didn’t it?”

“Yeah,” I said breathlessly.

He got up and sat next to me, slipping an arm around my shoulders and massaging them. I didn’t tell him to stop. He leaned in and kissed me with his thick lips. They felt so warm, soft and sensual. We kissed for what seemed like forever and then he slowly started kissing and sucking my neck. I felt my legs beginning to tremble. I heard some husky groans coming out of my mouth and I couldn’t believe I was making them. While he was still kissing me, he slipped his hands into my jeans and felt my soaking panties. I felt embarrassed to be so wet, but Raymond didn’t seem to care. He pushed my panties aside and began to finger me. He had strong hands, but he wasn't rough. He continued to suck on my neck as he pushed his finger deeper into my wet snatch. The sensation was too much. I couldn’t speak, all I could do was gasp for air. Slowly and deliberately, Raymond squeezed an orgasm out of me, the first non-mechanical orgasm since I’ve been divorced and it felt way better than a vibrator. His strong arms held me as my hips thrashed and my legs shook.

“Oh my God,” I gasped. “I haven’t felt like that in years.”

He smiled warmly. “Looks like you needed it.”

I felt a huge erection under his jeans.
“Looks like you need something too,”  I said.

“Something I’ve been waiting on for 20 years,” he said softly.

I grabbed his hand and dragged him to the bedroom. Our clothes came off in a blur and we were soon naked in the bed. There was no time for foreplay, since we had done that on the couch.  I looked over his dark body, saw his jutting dick and couldn’t wait to feel it inside me. Raymond climbed on top of me, gently spread my legs and slowly entered me. I was so wet that he easily fit in. He wasn’t huge, but he was thick and I gasped as I felt something big and new enter my pussy.

“Oh, wow,” I gasped. “That feels good.”

“You know it does,” he said as he thrust deeper into my snatch. He fell silent as he concentrated on his work. He pumped me gently at first until he built up a steady pace. He then lifted my legs over his shoulders and went even deeper.

I groaned and screamed. It was so good it almost felt painful, but I didn’t care. I just didn’t want him to stop.  He slammed harder into me and I felt myself climaxing but it didn’t stop. There was another one right behind that one. I came again, before Raymond tensed up and shot a hot load of cum into me.

Afterwards we lay on the bed gasping for air. I was stunned. I had forgotten sex could be like this. I couldn’t talk for some time.

“Are you still alive?” Raymond asked jokingly.

I finally rolled over and looked him in the eye.

“What the hell was that?”

“That’s how I get down,” he said.

“That was something else.”

“No, it was sex, you just hadn’t had any in awhile.”

We both laughed. We cuddled and lay there for a while listening to each other breathing. Then I reached for his cock and noticed he was hard again.

“You ready to go again?” he asked.

“Do you need to ask?” I said.

This time Raymond was even more forceful. He flipped me around and fucked me doggystyle, penetrating even deeper than before. While he fucked me, he grabbed a handful of my hair and jerked my head back. I had never had that done that before. It felt nasty and dirty, but surprisingly good. Apparently, he really dug that position and after 10 minutes of pounding my ass, he groaned and I felt another load of warm cum flooding my pussy. Somehow during that time, I came twice. Afterwards, I turned over and practically passed out, that was how good he fucked me.

When I woke, Raymond was still lying next to me. It was the wee hours of Saturday morning.
“I’m glad you are still here,” I said softly.
“I waited so long, I didn’t want to leave you now,” he said.

I entwined my legs with his and we started kissing again. Soon I began to pant and my nipples stood erect like little buttons. Raymond traced his lips down my body and planted a kiss on my pussy. He slipped his tongue in between my lips and traced them around my snatch. It turned out his lips were also good for something else. Raymond sucked and licked my pussy until I felt my hips beginning to move uncontrollably. I reared my head and screamed as I had my first orgasm of the day. I suddenly remembered how good it was to have sex in the morning.

Afterward, Raymond smiled at me and said, “Good morning to you.”

I sighed. “I can’t talk right now. My whole body is tingling.”

Finally I said eagerly, “Are we going to fuck all day?”

“No. I have to go home and change. Plus, I have to check on the status of some networks I monitor,” he said getting up. “I’ll call you.”

“Okay,” I said, my pussy was still throbbing and pulsating so I didn’t mind letting him go. I fell asleep again still basking in the glow of last night’s multiple orgasms, but I finally got up and started cleaning up the house. Raymond called about three hours later.

“Hey sexy lady,” he said huskily.

“Hi,” I replied.

“So do you want to go to a swing party tonight?” he asked.

“A swing party?” I replied. “You were able to find that out so quickly.”
“This is the information age, baby,” he said. “Everything is online. Swingers have their own semi-underground grapevine. They got websites, Facebook pages, Twitter and of course cell phones.”

I was stunned that this whole other world existed around me and I knew nothing about it. But I was curious, what was it like at one of these parties? I wanted to see for myself.

“Okay,” I said. “I’ll go, you piqued my interest. I have to see one for myself.”

“Okay,” Raymond replied. “I’ll pick you up at 7. Wear something sexy.”

He hung up leaving me to figure what exactly one wears to a swing party. Do you go conservative, or go really sexy? And how sexy is too sexy? Do people run around butt naked at these things? I had so many questions. Finally, I went with the classic black, sleeveless dress, paired with strappy heels and a push up bra. When Raymond picked me up in his Chrysler 300, he was impressed.

“You look good,” he said appreciatively, as he leaned over and gave me a kiss.
I got in and we drove through the dark streets as soft jazz played in the background. I peppered him with questions.

“So what do I do? Can I just watch, do I have to join in?” I asked tentatively.

“Relax, you don’t have to do anything,” Raymond replied. “You can just watch, observe and soak in the atmosphere. Don’t worry, I’m going to be by your side all night. Although, I’m sure some guys will try to hit on you, but it's always the lady’s choice. No means no, and they usually have security on hand, if people get out of control.”

We drove into an upscale subdivision. We finally pulled up to a two-story home, with a BMW and Audi parked in the driveway. I could also see cars parked on both sides of the quiet street, which must have been partygoers.  I began to get butterflies in my stomach.

“Raymond,” I said. “I don’t think I can do this. It’s just too out there.”

Raymond leaned over and gave me a reassuring kiss.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be fine,” he said. “You don’t have to do anything, just watch.” He grabbed my hand and led me to the door. He rang the bell, and the door was opened by a buxom brunette, wearing a red spandex dress that showed off all her curves. I could see her erect nipples poking through the material of her dress.

“Raymond, good to see you again,” she said.

“And you Angie,” said Raymond as he kissed her on the cheek.

The lady introduced herself to me.

“Nice to meet you Connie,” she said warmly. “Welcome to our home. I hope you have a nice time. Is this your first time?” She later explained her husband was a retired cop, who also ran his own security company.

“Yes,” I said peering cautiously inside. There was a small lounge area with comfortable looking couches. I saw a few couples and single men chatting over drinks. Most of the women wore party dresses and heels, while the men wore dress shirts and jeans. I looked into the living room area which had been converted into a dancefloor with a DJ. Recent R&B hits and techno were playing in the background. I was a little taken aback that it looked surprisingly normal.

“Let me show you around,” she said taking my arm, “Raymond, get her a drink.”

She took me on a brief tour of the home, we went through the living area and she pointed out where the snacks were. Then we went up stairs and she pointed out where some of the play rooms were. One was bathed in red light and had a large, four-corner bed covered in scarlet pillows. Another had a dungeon theme, with chains hanging from the ceiling and leather decor and there was another room with a large bed and mattresses on the floor.

“What goes on in here?” I said, feeling so ignorant.

“Oh it’s a group play area,” she said casually. “If you have enough couples, it's a big old orgy.”

Orgy, well that’s not a word you hear everyday, I thought.

We went downstairs and met Raymond who had a couple of drinks in his hand. I was beginning to feel more relaxed.

“So what do you think?” he said.

“It’s not so bad,” I said. “Everyone looks pretty normal.”

“That’s because they are. These are professionals, they are doctors, lawyers, judges, pilots, school teachers,” Raymond replied. “Angie teaches Sunday School.”

I almost choked on my drink when I heard that. We found a seat and watched more people filter in. I noticed there were quite a few black men. Raymond told me that was deliberate, because many of the couples liked to play with black men.

As the evening progressed, some couples hit the dancefloor. The DJ put on some slow R&B jams and some of the couples started grinding on each other, but that wasn’t anything I hadn’t seen before. Some of them started to pair off and drift upstairs.

“Let’s go and watch,” said Raymond and he grabbed my hand. Upstairs things were getting hot and heavy. We peeked into the group play room and I was stunned by what I saw. It was a sea of writhing bodies.  A husband was sucking on his wife’s boobs, while she was being fucked by a black guy. Next to them a middle-age woman a large rear end was taking a black guy from behind while sucking her boyfriend’s dick. And at the foot of the bed, another man was going down on a woman. The room was hot with all the bodies in it and smelled musky from sex.

My mouth was agape. It was the most shockingly erotic tableau I had ever seen. It was better than any porn movie. Watching live people having sex was such a turn on.

“Let’s look around,” Raymond suggested with a smile.

In another room, there was couple, a bald bespectacled man, who was with a statuesque blonde woman with braids. The woman was being fucked from behind by a black man as her husband watched with rapt attention. He had his cock out and was jerking off. He eventually joined in by putting his cock in the Amazon’s mouth.

In the dungeon room, a black man was flogging a white woman while her husband watched with pleasure. She was stark naked with her hands strapped to a star-shaped device, which I later found out was called a St. Andrew’s cross. When her back was red with welts, her husband attached a collar to her neck and lead her to the black man so she could suck his dick.

“What the -?” I said.

“Don’t say anything, it’s all consensual,” Raymond said. “She likes it, he likes it and the brother likes it. Everyone’s happy.”

Apparently they did because I saw them later laughing and sharing a drink.

I was being overloaded with stimulation. All around me people were having wild sex. There were moans and groans coming from the rooms, and I saw men walking around stark naked, with their boners jutting out. A few women sauntered around in lingerie or nothing at all. I couldn’t believe this was happening in my town. I was getting so turned on my panties were sodden and I could feel the pussy juice trickling down my thigh.

“Okay, Raymond,” I said. “You need to take me home right now.”

We said our goodbyes and I dragged him out.

“What’s up?” he asked. “Was it too much?”

“Hell no,” I said, as we got in the car. “That fucking turned me on like nothing else. Let’s get home as soon as possible, so I can fuck your brains out.”

I reached over and squeezed his crotch appreciatively. We drove home listening to smooth jazz  as I replayed the images I had seen. When we got home, we fucked for about three hours, only taking breaks for water. I had the biggest orgasm I had ever had in my life.  The only thing I wanted to know is when could we go back and what was I going to tell the girls at work? I eventually told them Raymond was good in bed and satisfied me, and left it at that. They were slightly disappointed. I gave them the G-rated version, not the adult version which included watching a real live orgy. Maybe, I'll tell yhem the truth someday ...

Saturday, May 16, 2015

How I Was Seduced By a Man in Uniform

When I graduated from college, I was glad to find a job as a legal secretary at a prestigious law firm. I was happy to be able to start making some money and move out of my parent’s place. Working at the law firm was a bit of a culture shock from school. I had to buy a whole new wardrobe, very conservative, prim blouses, sensible skirts and pantyhose. Most of the partners were about 20 years older than me, overworked, and pretty stuffy. But I got to see the inner workings of the legal business and decide if I was going to eventually go to law school. One day, one of the friendlier partners, who had taken me under his wing, invited me to go downtown with him and sit in on a case.

I had never been to the courthouse before. It was a beautifully ornate building in the downtown area and a hive of activity. There were lawyers, legal secretaries and police officers all scurrying in and out of court. The cops in their dark uniforms pricked my interest. It’s a cliche that women love a man in uniform, but there is some truth to it. I never realized it until I started dating a guy who was in the Marines. The uniform changed him. He was a fairly unremarkable guy, but the uniform made him extraordinary. He looked bigger, stronger, more virile and all around sexier. After we got back from a Marine Corp ball one night, I made him fuck me in his uniform. It made me so wet, I squirted like a hose. And that’s when I realized I had a uniform fetish. However, I had never been with a cop before.

Cops have a certain swagger to them. They have the uniform, the gun and the no nonsense attitude. It was so manly, just being around them made my panties wet. And here I was, a pretty young thing surrounded by eye candy. Cops were much more exciting than the boring lawyers I was surrounded with every day. As I was waiting outside the courtroom with a pile of papers, I noticed a black police officer. He was dark skinned, had a smooth ball head and a goatee flecked with gray. He was chatting with another cop and I noticed he flashed, perfect white teeth as he smiled. I guess he must have noticed me staring at him, because he came over.

“How are you doing?” he said in a booming voice. He towered over my tiny frame; he must have been well over six-feet tall. I am a waif of a girl. I’m pale, have mid-sized boobs and weigh a little over 120 pounds soaking wet. I think that’s why I’m so attracted to powerful men. They’re the complete opposite of me. I’m dainty, and they’re rugged.

“Good,” I replied shyly. “This was my first time In court.”

He told me his name was Tyrell and he was in court to give testimony in a traffic case. I noticed a Marine tattoo on his bicep.

“Were you in the Corps?” I asked.

“Sure, I did 15 years. I was Marine Force Recon,” he said smiling. “I liked the discipline. When I got out, I got so used to carrying a gun, I decided to become a cop.”

I learned from my ex about the Marine Force Recon. They were the badasses they sent in before the Marines invaded a region. They slept in the dirt, spied on the enemy and gathered intelligence. They probably killed a few enemies they ran into and other Marines talked about them in hushed tones.

I told him one of my exes was a Marine.

“I like a man in uniform,” I said blushing. “I think they’re hot.”
Tyrell grinned broadly.

“Really now? We’ll have to do something about that.”

Just then, my boss came out of the court and said we were heading back to office.  Tyrell slipped me his business card and told me to call him. When I got back home that night, I thought about Tyrell in his uniform. It made my pussy tingle imagining what his powerful body looked like under those clothes. He was an ex Marine, and I knew Jarheads were big into working out. A few days later, I decided to call him.

“Tyrell,” I said. “This is Paige.”

“How you doing?” he said.

“Good,” I replied. “Thinking of you.”

He laughed. “What were you thinking?”

“Naughty thoughts,” I said, feeling my panties getting wet. I was being bold, because I really wanted to know what it was like to be with a cop.

“Hey, what are you doing right now?” he said. “I’m on a break, want to meet for coffee?”

“Sure,” I said.

I threw on some jeans, heels and a t-shirt and met him at a coffee shop, which was not too far from my house. Tyrell’s large frame was squeezed behind a table.

He stood up and enveloped me in an embrace. He was so big and muscular, I felt safe in his arms. He told me about his job patrolling one of the rougher parts of town. It was very demanding, but he said after the Marines and serving in Afghanistan, he was prepared to face down anything.

As we sipped our Frappucinos, Tyrell looked at me oddly.

“You’re a cute girl,” he said. “What do you want with an old dude like me? I must be 15 years older than you.”

“I’ve never been with a cop before,” I said boldly. “You look like you know your way around a woman, maybe you could teach me a few things?”

He eyed me. “Maybe. I have rather unusual tastes.”

Now I was curious. I’ve had my fair share of boyfriends and one night stands in college, but nothing too wild. What did he have in mind?

“I’m game,” I said. There was something about him that was mesmerizing.

“Come sit next to me,” he commanded in his deep voice.

I got up and squeezed next to him.

“You smell good,” he murmured as he played with my flaxen hair.

He grabbed one of my small hands and put it on his crotch. I gasped because he felt huge. What was he hiding down there?

“I didn’t know you had two nightsticks,” I said laughing. I wondered how big he was?

“Let’s go,” he said. “Follow me.”

I followed his police cruiser to a dark alley. He opened the door and ordered me to get in the back seat. We kissed passionately and started tearing off our clothes. I couldn’t believe I was fucking a cop in the back of squad car. It felt dirty and dangerous, but strangely exhilarating. Tyrell quickly had his clothes off and I got a look at his chocolate skin and jutting cock. The contrast of my small hands running over his large, black body was so erotic. Tyrell, flipped me over and put me on my knees. He ran his hands over my pert ass and spread my cheeks. I soon felt his girth pushing into me. It was the biggest I had ever had and I whimpered a little as he pushed into me. Tyrell grabbed my flaxen hair and tugged at it, as he pumped away at me. He totally dominated my tiny body and I submitted myself to his manliness. He tore into me and we both got so hot we steamed up the windows. Finally, after 20 minutes of sweaty, physical sex, we both groaned and came together. Tyrell got dressed and said he had to return to his shift.

I drove home feeling like I had just been in an intense workout. If all cops fucked liked that, I could see why they had their groupies. I slept good that night and the next day at work, my pussy still ached from the previous night's fucking. But I wanted more.

I texted Tyrell at work.

I wrote: Had fun last night. I’m still aching.
He wrote back: Me too, let’s do it again sometime.

We spent the rest of the day texting back and forth. He sent me a pic of him looking ever so sexy with sunglasses and his bald head. I sent him a snapshot of my boobs. We did this for a few days until Tyrell said he wanted to come over to my apartment. I told him to make sure he was in uniform because it made him look hot. Tyrell showed up at around 10 p.m. fresh off his shift.

I was in my jammies when I let him in. He bent down and kissed me long and slow.

“I been waiting for you all day,” I said. “You tore up my pussy, but I want more.”

“Okay, good,” he said. “Now strip.”

I dropped my clothes and stood before him naked.

He admired my pale body appreciatively.

He stood behind me and grasped my hair in his huge hands. Again, I felt dwarfed by his massive frame, but not fearful. He bent down and whispered in my ear.

“You want me to tear up your pussy again?” he said in his deep, sexy voice.

“Yes, I want you to fuck me like a cop.”

“I got to warm you up first.” he said.

He took one of his huge paws, massaged my ass gently, then gave it a resounding smack that reverberated around the room. I was shocked at the impact that shook my whole body. I had never experienced that much power from a man before. It burned at first, but it made my whole body tingle. As Tyrell spanked me, he grasped my hair and kissed and licked at my neck. It was like nothing I had experienced before. Tyrell could be physical, but not rough. I felt my pussy soaking from this over stimulation. I was soon begging him to fuck me. He forced me down on the carpet and fucked me doggie style. My body was extra sensitive from the spanking and with a few thrusts he had me coming. I came so many times, it all became a blur. I vaguely remember Tyrell groaning as he shot his load and then we both collapsed on the carpet gasping for breath. We were both covered in sweat and I felt like I had just ran a marathon.

“Oh my god,” I said stroking his hard chest. I couldn’t get over the uniqueness of my pale hands on his dark skin. “That was so raw.”

“I guess neither of us are going to go to the gym tomorrow,” he laughed.

I leaned over and lay on top of his gorgeous body. He noticed the red marks on my ass.

“You left a mark,” I admiring his work.
“You know you liked it.”

I kissed him again, “I did, I shall wear it with honor.”

We spent the rest of the night engaged in wild, noisy sex. Eventually, Tyrell left since he had an early call in the morning. I slept like a log and was jolted awake by my alarm. I hurried off to work still tingling from the night before. My ass was still red from last night’s spanking, but I was secretly turned on by the fact I was walking around a conservative law office with red hand prints on my ass.

I fantasized about what Tyrell was up to. I got a text from him later in the day. Apparently, he got into a shootout with a couple of gangbangers and had killed one of them. It was all over the news. Tyrell had come to the aid of a fallen officer and taken down two armed gang members. I wasn’t surprised. Tyrell was formidable; he was ex military and had been in dangerous situations before. He was fearless in the face of death. I thought he was fearless, and it made me so wet, thinking I was fucking a man who was willing to kill.

Tyrell showed up at my apartment late that night. I could tell he was tired from his emotionally draining day. He didn’t want to talk about the shooting, but just wanted to put it behind him. We shared a pizza and finished a bottle of wine together, then it was back to sex. We were both hungry for each other. I was eager for his cock, he was eager to forget about the day.

Tyrell quickly had me on my knees. Then he spread my cheeks and rimmed my ass. I never had a man do that before, and it made my pussy throb in anticipation. Tyrell lubed my ass up and edged his thick cock in. I never really experimented with anal sex, and feeling Tyrell fuck my rosebud took my breath away. I felt I was breaking so many taboos by having a big, black man in that tight space. It was way more adventurous than regular sex. Tyrell stroked away, yanked on my hair and whispered dirty words in ear.

“Tell me you like that thick cock in your ass,” he said huskily.

“Oh yes, please fuck my ass,” I begged.

Finally, after an eternity of him pounding my ass, I heard him groan and shoot his load. Feeling his sticky man juice in my asshole felt so nasty, it made me cum like a fountain and I screamed like a scalded cat as I gushed. Afterwards, we cuddled up, our bodies still bathed in sweat. I felt so safe smothered in the arms of this dangerous man. I didn’t think anything could harm me. Tyrell was off because of the shooting, so I called in sick and we spent the rest of the day naked and fucking. It was going to be a long, lusty weekend.