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Justice Pt. 01

By: southwind



I'm a Literotica virgin. Yes, this is my first time submitting a story! But I'm compelled to say thanks to the many writers whose stories I've enjoyed reading on the site. I have my favorites, but all have provided me with countless hours of enjoyment and entertainment. Keep them coming!

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Chief of Police Jack Olson stood in uniform with his arms crossed just above his protruding belly, gazing down onto the masses of people walking the city streets below. Pitiful people, he mused from his 5th story office window. Just a bunch of worthless clock punchers and unemployed lazy asses living off the government.

Jack had come to power as Police Chief thanks mostly to the good ol' boy network. Sure he worked hard, but developing strategic relationships was a big part of his rise to the top. He had always been very successful in his work and his investigations. Successful to the point where the legitimacy of his efforts often came into question. To put it bluntly, he was suspected by many to be a crooked cop who planted evidence. Blacks, and more recently, Hispanics were often on the receiving end of his, shall we say, resourceful methods. In Jack's mind, this was a necessary part of preserving the traditional way of life in this Midwestern town of 150,000 mostly white people.

The brass at the top were all too happy when he produced timely evidence needed to put the bad guys behind bars. Never mind if it was fabricated. The people who were guilty, or at least fit the profile of being guilty, were conveniently and efficiently removed from the population. Promotions quickly followed and soon Jack found himself at the top of the law enforcement food chain.

When he put on the uniform and badge, Jack felt truly invincible. The feeling of power over complete strangers was a thrill that never became tiresome. Whether he walked into a coffee shop, department store or simply drove down the street, Jack knew that all eyes were on him. Was he loathed by some? Certainly. Was he feared by most? Absolutely. But power was his drug and Jack was a full fledged addict. The sunglasses, uniform, badge, boots and leather duty belt meant he was in charge, untouchable and supreme.

Having his name frequently in the paper or being in front of a television camera only solidified his carefully crafted tough-guy persona. Councilmen and women never confronted him or his department when it came to internal investigative matters. The mayor, a 30-something year old Hispanic woman, always caved in to his demands for more money or special privileges he frequently insisted upon. Standing at 6'3" and about 100 lbs overweight, the 45 year old Chief was an imposing figure who held the city in the palm of his corrupted hand.

This insatiable thirst for power and authority extended to his home life as well. Mrs. Jack Olson, Annette, was his wife of 21 years. Once an outgoing, vivacious and sexually adventurous soul, years of living with a controlling husband had slowly worn her down. Though still attractive, the 42 year old woman had been gradually transformed into a demure, submissive shell of her former self.

The Chief was an insanely jealous man and insisted on modest clothes for his wife when she went out in public. Always one to succumb to her husband's demands, she rarely left the house without her protective layers on.

On the rare occasions she was allowed to dress up, however, she could light up the room with her beauty and charm. Big blue eyes, dark hair that went down to the middle of her back and a beautiful smile with perfect teeth. The years had been mostly kind to her body. She was neither thin nor thick. A perfect combination of curves and shapes topped off by a large pair of 38DD breasts, a feature her husband both loved (when he played with them) and loathed (when men gawked at them).

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The Chief walked away from his window, sat down at his large oak desk and began shuffling through the bios of his newest group of recruits. He couldn't wait to get home tonight though. It was, after all, Monday. And with the beginning of football season, he looked forward to cracking open a beer and watching his favorite team do battle. Annette would dutifully cook his favorite dinner while he sat back and enjoyed a night of sports, beer, food and maybe a little sex if he felt like it.

First though, he had to officially welcome the new police officers fresh out of the training academy. As they stood in formation in the conference room outside his office, Jack looked over the diverse group of young rookies. A bunch of punks, he concluded.

Then again, Jack considered most people with darker skin or different accents to be punks. Although he rarely went on patrol these days, the thrill and excitement of harassing young Blacks and Hispanics never got old. He suppressed his thoughts and rambled through his speech. "Welcome to the Springdale Police Department......" It was the usual spiel, one he had given many times throughout his career.

When the public comments were over, Jack met privately with each new recruit in his office. This of course gave him another opportunity to exercise his dominance and superiority. He occasionally used this moment to his advantage. A quick blow job from a rookie female officer was always a nice perk. In Jack's opinion, that's pretty much all the female cops were good for anyway. They sure the hell couldn't handle the physical or mental aspects of being on the beat.

Unfortunately, there were no females in this group worthy of such honors. In fact, it was a rather mundane group. An afternoon filled with 'yes sir,' 'thank you sir,' and 'right away sir' was quickly becoming a bore.

Get this last one done and I'm outta here, Jack thought. He looked forward to the cold beer that awaited him at home.

Terrell Jackson was the last rookie officer to visit with the Chief. A young black man, Terrell stood 5'8" tall and had a thin but strong frame. Not too muscular, Jack observed, early 20's and probably as lazy as the day is long. Affirmative action strikes again, he thought to himself.

Despite being a rookie and standing a good seven inches shorter than the Chief, Terrell displayed an unusual amount of confidence as he strode confidently into the office. Never breaking eye contact, he beat the Chief to the punch in starting the conversation.

"Pleasure meeting you Chief. Have a seat," Terrell said as he pointed to the Jack's chair.

An awkward silence followed as Jack was momentarily taken aback by the young black man's assertive entrance. An intense stare ensued, each measuring the other closely. Jack stroked his mustache and adjusted his duty belt around his large waistline.

This one is going to be a pain in the ass, Jack thought as the stare-down continued. He made a mental note to call the Personnel Manager and rip her ass for hiring so many minorities. All these Blacks, Mexicans and women were ruining his department.

Silence still hung in the air and it was the Chief who broke first. Looking down, then out the window, he back peddled to his chair and had a seat. For a moment, he found himself looking up at the young officer.

"Welcome to the force," Jack said.

"Thanks," replied Terrell.

The word 'sir' was noticeably absent from his response. He took a seat in front of the desk. With a slouched posture, legs spread wide and his left hand coming to rest over his crotch, Terrell was anything but courteous in the presence of his new boss.

"So tell me...." Jack paused, shuffled some papers in front of him, then put on his glasses.

"Tell me TARL. Did I say that right? TARL? TREL? TRAIL?" He was having fun with the name. "You people have the dumbest names..."

"It's pronounced ter-ELL," he slowly enunciated for the Chief. "But call me Mr. Jackson."

Asshole. It'll be a cold day in hell when I address you as Mister, he thought.

"Ok TOROLL," mispronouncing it on purpose. "Where do you see yourself in five years?"

"I'll be sitting in your chair running this department," came the quick and confidant reply.

Terrell knew the reputation of the Chief. He couldn't stand the racist asshole who was responsible for planting DNA evidence that put his cousin in prison for 10 years.

Maybe it was the opportunity to bring fairness to the city streets that motivated him to apply for this position. Perhaps it was the chance for revenge on behalf of so many others who had been wronged by the Chief over the years. Terrell didn't really have a reason or plan. He was simply following his instincts which, at the moment, had him sitting in front of the man he loathed.

Jack was momentarily frozen after Terrell's unexpected response. Rookies never challenged him. Looking absently into the eyes of the young black officer in front of him, the Chief was at a rare loss for words.

Terrell broke the silence by picking up a picture on the Chief's desk. In it, a middle aged dark-haired woman was smiling at the camera while perched on a big rock overlooking the ocean. Nice boobs, Terrell thought.

"This your wife?"

Yanking the picture from Terrell's hands, Jack slammed it back on his desk.

Time to get this black bastard out of my office.

"You better watch your step Jackson. Start time is 7 am tomorrow. I suggest you come in with a better attitude."

"Anything else?" Terrell responded with a fair amount of indifference.

The Chief's face reddened and his large frame shifted uncomfortably in the chair.

"Look!" The Chief's voice rose in anger as his large fist pounded the desk, "You need to....uhhh." He was stammering his words. "I won't....uhh. Dammit! Get the hell out of my office Jackson!"

Terrell had rattled the Chief in less than five minutes. He knew from experience that the best way to deal with a bully was to hit him in the mouth. The initial blow had just been delivered and the Chief was rocked backwards. Terrell thought about going for a knockout punch, but he decided a slow and painful beat-down would be more entertaining.

"Suit yourself boss. See you around." And with that, Terrell strutted out of the office.

Dumbass Motherfucker, Jack thought as he watched Terrell walk out the door. He needed to tie up a few loose ends before finishing the day, but his brief encounter with Terrell had sent him into a tailspin. It was time to go home and regroup.

Thoughts of his encounter with brash young officer and his abrasive demeanor caused him to slam his office door with unusual force. On regular days when his favorite football team was playing, Jack would be fired up and anticipating how they'd do against the competition. This time, however, other thoughts dominated his mind. Specifically Terrell and his disrespectful attitude.

He would be have to be disciplined, Jack contemplated on his drive home. But for what? Did he really need a reason? Or proof for that matter? Countless times in Jack's career he had figured out a way to toss dirt on a rival to get ahead. And that's exactly what he would do. He was, after all, Jack Olson, Chief of Police. And no one fucked with the Chief. The fact that Terrell was a young black punk would make it even more fun.

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With full confidence back in tow, Jack arrived home, retreated into his plush brown recliner and called for his wife. Annette dutifully walked in with a beer in hand, kissing him on the cheek before slipping back into the kitchen to prepare his dinner.

Jack sat in silence as he popped the top of his beer. It wasn't unusual for him to keep the uniform on long after arriving home. Being Chief of Police, he wasn't expected to wear it all the time, but the uniform was his identity. The black leather boots, black pressed pants and button-up shirt adorned with various stripes and symbols of achievement. His duty belt hung on the wall near the door. The service revolver, handcuffs and assortment of devices attached to it was a constant and welcome reminder of his supremacy.

Then there was the badge. Jack sipped his beer as he gazed down at the gold shield pinned to his chest. The badge was the ultimate symbol of authority. The badge meant power. It meant he was more important than anyone in this pathetic town. Smarter, sexier and better. Better than the mayor. Better than all those whiny council men and women, and sure the hell better than Terrell Fucking Jackson.

Jack continued to admire the badge and soon enough, began to feel a stirring sensation in his pants.

"Annette!" he called.

He leaned the recliner back as Annette dutifully strode into the room. He began unbuttoning his pants and she knew immediately what she had been summoned to do. She kneeled by the chair and lowered her head onto Jack's soft but slowly hardening cock. With her hand gently cradling his balls, she began kissing him, slowly taking him into her mouth.

Jack usually had no trouble getting hard. When he was slow in attaining an erection, Annette knew from experience that something from work was likely on his mind. And because he was only semi-hard after five minutes of sucking, she accurately surmised that today must have been challenging in some way.

She knew how to fix this. Jack had two obsessions when it came to sexual arousal. One was lingerie, the other was being reminded of his importance.

So Annette stood in front of the recliner and removed her shirt. Although not the sexiest piece of lingerie she owned, the lacy red bra had an immediate effect. Jack's cock began to rise as Annette straddled him.

"Jack, you look so sexy in your uniform," she said as she settled into his lap

The bra was tight against her large boobs. Jack loved the way it squeezed them together and formed a deep valley of cleavage. She arched her back, causing them to appear even larger as they hovered over him. She could feel his cock pressing against her as Jack reached up and caressed them. He loved the feel of her breasts and the satin material that barely held them in. Soon her large nipples were poking against the material.

"Oh Chief, you have such a nice cock," she said as she lowered herself onto him. "I love the way you feel right now."

She had to admit, she sounded pretty convincing! And as always, the lingerie and self confidence builders worked. Jack's cock was fully hard now, all 5 inches lodged inside her.

It was one of the oddities about the Chief of Police. A tall, well built man with big feet and hands, one would think these large features would extend elsewhere. It just wasn't meant to be, however. His small, thin cock was unusually out of proportion compared to the rest of his body.

Annette certainly noticed this inadequacy long ago, although she was too beaten down and intimidated to complain. She had accurately concluded that his lust for power, the endless grooming of his tough-guy reputation and his need to control all those around him came from a deeply seeded feeling of insecurity.

She knew how to keep his ego up, though. She was conditioned to do whatever she could to please her man. Years of experience had taught her to how to be very skilled at faking orgasms and pretending to be sexually fulfilled by his alpha male persona.

But Annette had a secret when it came to finding true pleasure. It was a dildo. A long, thick black device that provided her with countless orgasms after her husband had fallen asleep. It was a gag gift given to her by a friend, never really intended for actual use. But oh, how it pleased her! Endless nights were spent swirling the tip of the bulbous head over her quivering pussy lips. Once sufficiently wet, she would slip it deep inside and feel her body shake with intense orgasms.

The black toy filled and stretched her like Jack never could, reaching places that she'd never experienced with a real cock. She often fantasized about being with another man while it was inside her. It was a nameless, faceless person in her imagination. She never gave much thought to the details, but one thing was always constant: a large, thick cock pounding her pussy to sexual submission.

These were her thoughts as she rode the Chief on his recliner. It wasn't unusual for her to have such fantasies during their love-making sessions. As Jack thrust his incredibly average-sized cock into her, she would often resort to fantasy to get herself off.

A moan from below signaled the impending orgasm of her husband and shook her senses back to reality. As usual, she reciprocated his sounds with those of her own. Always the pleaser, Annette tried hard to make him think that she, too, was on the verge of an orgasm. She felt the dribble of his cum inside her as his small cock began to soften. Her own 'orgasm' was accompanied by deep breaths and a kiss on his cheek.

"Oh Chief, that felt really good!"

She climbed off the recliner and smiled inwardly, knowing she would use her secret toy later to finish the job.

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The next morning Annette headed to the police station to have lunch with Jack before he headed out of town for an overnight trip. He was busy as usual- taking phone calls, barking out orders to his secretary and generally being a bully around the office. Consequently, the lunch never happened. But Jack, in a rush to get to another meeting, told her to go home and have lunch ready for him at 1:00.

Disappointed, Annette walked out of the Chief's office and went to the break room for a coffee before heading home. Adding to her frustration, the coffee machine swallowed her last dollar. She lowered her head and let out a defeated sigh when a large hand was suddenly planted on her shoulder. Spinning around, she found herself face to face with a handsome black patrol officer. His smile quickly put her at ease.

"This machine has stolen more money than most of the people we got locked up here," Terrell joked. "Don't worry though, I'm going to make it right for you."

Terrell eased into the opening between Annette and the coffee machine. And in the process of doing so, the left side of his arm grazed her large, soft breasts. It was a subtle touch but very noticeable to Annette. Her nipples responded immediately as she felt them hardening against her bra.

Terrell slid a dollar into the machine and the coffee began flowing into the cup. Once filled, he again turned to Annette. Taking her hands into his, he delicately placed the warm cup in her hands.

She was taken by the level of boldness he displayed. Being the wife of the highest ranking law enforcement official in the town, it was highly unusual for anyone, much less a police officer, to flirt with her. The Chief's fits of jealousy were legendary. And with the power he wielded, it wasn't hard to exact revenge on those who crossed the line.

"I'm Terrell Jackson. And you are...?"

Terrell knew who she was. And he was well aware of the dangerous ground he was treading onto. But what little fear he may have had was paled in comparison to the level of animosity he harbored towards his bullying boss. He was going to get even. Check that. Getting even was too small of a goal. He was going to administer his own brand of justice to the Chief. Bring him to his knees and strip him of the power he wielded so abusively. And the first step was to emasculate him by fucking his wife.

Blushing and struggling to find a response to the simple question posed to her, she smiled nervously. "I'm Annette. Annette Olson"

Gazing into her blue eyes and still holding her hands, Terrell detected the weakness. "It's a pleasure meeting such a beautiful woman, Mrs. Olson"

Looking down now, Mrs. Olson smiled passively. "Thank you for getting me coffee Terrell. It's just been one of those mornings I guess."

"It's no problem, Mrs. Olson. We all have them."

"Oh, and I hope you like it black, Mrs. Olson. That seems to be the only flavor you can count on around here." Terrell winked at her after he delivered this line.


Justice Pt. 01



The subtle reference didn't register in Annette's mind. Their hands still touching, she was frozen, mentally and physically. The intimacy of the moment caught her off guard and she actually found herself enjoying the attention. She could feel her body heating up. In addition to her hardening nipples, she began to feel a bit of dampness developing in her pussy.

Terrell made no attempt to release the hands of Annette as he saw the Chief walk through the break room.

"Terrell what the hell are you doing here?" The Chief was in his face now. "I want to see you in my office in 5 minutes. Now get the hell out of here!"

Grabbing Annette's arm, the Chief escorted her out of the break room. "What the hell are you doing flirting with that black boy? Are you out of your fucking mind?" His grip on her arm tightened, causing her to flinch.

"I'm sorry Jack. Really I am. He just, uhhhh.....got me a coffee. That machine took my money and....."

"Just shut up will you? Now get out of here. I'll be home in 30 minutes." With that, he pushed her away and stormed towards his office.

Bastard! Annette thought as she drove home. What an insecure asshole!

The 20 minute drive back to their posh subdivision helped temper her anger. Pulling into the driveway, her thoughts turned to Terrell. The way he held her hands, the level of boldness he showed in talking to her. The sensation she felt when his arm brushed against her breasts. Her body had reacted in a way she could neither explain nor control.

She was aroused, no doubt. Aroused and desiring more from this man. Annette knew it was wrong, but she now had an identity for the nameless, faceless figure in her sexual fantasies. When she used her dildo the next time, she would be thinking about Terrell Jackson.

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When he sat down in the Chief's plush office, Terrell wasn't in awe or intimidated as others usually were. His slouched posture and relaxed demeanor reflected this as he calmly waited for Jack to arrive. His eyes locked again on the picture sitting on the Chief's desk, the one of Annette smiling on the beach. Only a matter of time, Terrell thought.

The door swung open and the Chief, in all his obnoxious glory, stormed in.

"Change in plans," he barked as he took a standing position in front of Terrell, his thumbs looped into his duty belt underneath his large stomach. "I'm reassigning you. I'm putting you on night shift patrol duty. East side! Think you can handle that boy?" This last word was spoken louder to add emphasis.

The subtle reference wasn't lost on Terrell. Instead of countering with anger, as the Chief expected, he cooly responded, "Anything else?"

The Chief continued baiting Terrell.

"You're not getting it are you? This is my department. My show. My rules. You need to learn your place. And you need to show me some respect! You got it boy?" Again, the Chief made a point to emphasize the last word as he jammed his finger into Terrell's chest.

Terrell stood up calmly. Although much shorter than the Chief, confidence oozed from his expression as he looked Jack in the eyes.

"Let me tell you something. I ain't like all the other cops around here. I don't like you. I don't respect you and I sure the hell ain't afraid of you. You want me to patrol the east side? Fine. But don't go thinking all this macho bullshit you trying to pull is working on me!"

Rattled for the second time, the Chief was back peddling as Terrell turned the tables and was now poking him in the chest.

"Now if you got a problem with that I suggest we take it outside. I'll whip your ass in no time."

With that, Terrell turned around and began walking towards the door. But he paused and looked back to face the stunned Chief.

"And another thing," he said with a smirk.

"You got a nice looking wife. I don't know what the fuck she sees in you, but give me an hour with her..." his voice trailed off as he walked out the door.

The Chief was left speechless, confused and, for the moment, defeated. He had just been challenged and found himself unable to respond. Frustrated and angry, he retreated to his chair, snapped a pencil in half and contemplated his options.

He would trump something up and put that thug-punk-son-of-a-bitch out on the streets when he got back from his trip. He had the power to do that. He'd done it before and no one would stop him from doing it again!

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Annette knew she'd be in trouble for talking to Terrell. Anticipating Jack's anger upon his return home, she decided she would once again play the part of the devoted, loving wife. Give him the reassurance he needs and let him know how much he means to me, she game-planned to herself.

She dawned a pair of black thigh high stockings and a low plunging black lace bra just in case sex was on his agenda. Over that she wore a loose fitting blue dress. She was actually hoping he would want some intimate time before leaving town. She felt horny and, oddly enough, a genuine anticipation of feeling him inside her. But it wasn't the thought of her husband's cock that aroused her. It was Terrell's.

Annette was upstairs in the bedroom when the Chief came home. He had calmed down considerably since storming out of the office 20 minutes ago. It was important to keep his cool and not let rage get the best of him. His retaliation against the young officer would require careful planning. It must be a calculated effort.

Terrell had stepped way over the line today. To challenge his authority like he did yesterday was one thing. But to question his masculinity, as he did today, was unforgivable. The young black man had even trespassed on his most sacred possession: his wife.

He would pay. Oh would he pay! Jack would use the next day and a half to figure out a plan on how to deal with that disrespectful piece of shit.

Perhaps in a subconscious effort to 'reclaim' his wife from the Terrell's vulgar reference, the Chief stormed upstairs and found Annette in the bedroom. Laying her on the bed, he remained standing while removing his duty belt and unzipping his pants. As was his custom, he kept his uniform on as he lowered himself onto her body. The leather boots were clunky and his badge dug uncomfortably into her chest as he laid on top of her.

Oh how she hated that fucking badge!

As Jack slid her dress up and inserted his semi-hard cock inside her pussy, Annette's thoughts were elsewhere. Specifically in the break room of the police station. Reliving the softness of Terrell's hands on hers, the way he gazed warmly into her eyes and the sensation she felt when her breasts pressed against his arm. Annette was wet and felt herself on the verge of an orgasm with her husband.

This would be the first time in recent memory that she actually had one while he was inside her. Little did he know that the source of her arousal was not the limp cock awkwardly sliding in and out of her. And it certainly wasn't his uniform or that stupid badge. It was the young, bold, black police officer that was driving Annette to the brink.

She wrapped her stocking-clad legs around the Chief as he thrust in and out. His hands massaging her boobs, pulling them out of the bra. She could feel him losing steam though. His cock was going soft, shrinking inside of her. He had something on his mind, she knew; she just hoped he could last long enough for her to have the orgasm she so desperately craved.

Thoughts of Terrell were driving the Chief crazy as he tried to concentrate on his orgasm.

The little son of a bitch.....no one treats me like that....black punk.....bastard is going to get his.....sending his black ass back to the ghetto when I get back.

Pumping furiously into his wife, Jack realized it was a losing battle. He wasn't going to cum. The little bastard Terrell had gotten to him. Gotten inside his head and, as a result, rendered him sexually ineffective. He pulled out, much to the bitter disappointment of his wife, who was very close to an orgasm.

The Chief got up, tucked his shirt into his pants and gathered the overnight bag Annette had prepared for him. Giving her a peck on the cheek, he said his goodbyes and grumbled something as he stormed out the door. Annette knew something was on his mind. She had seen him distracted before, but nothing like this. Better to let it be, she surmised. Besides, she had more pressing matters on her mind.

After seeing his car disappear out of sight, Annette shut the door and made a beeline to her secret hiding place. Lifting the black dildo out of its container, she held it to close to her face and admired its beauty. It suddenly had a deeper meaning now that she had associated it with Terrell, and she was anticipating a very satisfying orgasm as she held it in her hands.

Removing her dress and laying on the bed, she slid the thick cock between her legs, her moist pussy easily accepting the head. She thought of Terrell and wondered if his cock matched the one partially inside her now. Slowly sliding it deeper, fingers pinching her hard nipples, Annette was nearing climax already.

The black cock was halfway inside when the doorbell rang. At first, it didn't register, but a second ring shook her senses to reality.

"Seriously?" she said aloud as she tried to slow her breathing. Tossing the toy under her bed, she ran into the bathroom, tucked her boobs back inside her bra and wrapped a large robe around her body.

Opening the door, her expression went from irritated to stunned in a matter of seconds when she saw Terrell standing on her front porch. Wearing a t-shirt and gray sweats instead of the police uniform she saw him in earlier, he looked kind of....well....thuggish. And if she hadn't met him before, she likely would have slammed the door and locked it.

"Hello Mrs. Olson. I had some papers I forgot to turn in and I was hoping to catch the Chief. Is he around?"

Terrell's eyes roamed downwards to see the Annette's large boobs pressing against the terry clothed robe.

"I'm, ummmm, sorry. I wasn't expecting anyone. Please uhhh....come in."

Annette was in a daze. Her emotions drifting somewhere between aroused and unsure, she stepped to the side to allow Terrell in. Immediately she could feel her body heating up, her pussy moistening even more.

Whether it was intentional or not, Annette couldn't be sure, but she didn't leave much space between herself and the open door, so when Terrell slid by, his chest brushed against her boobs. Unbeknownst to her, the robe came partially open, exposing a large portion of her breasts. Annette was too preoccupied by the touch to notice. Much like the one that occurred in the break room today, the brief contact sent a wave of arousal throughout her body. She felt her knees weaken.

As Terrell walked confidently into the living room, Annette silently grappled with her conflicting emotions. His sudden presence seemed like an answered prayer. Just moments before, she was sliding a thick black dildo inside her wet pussy fantasizing about the man who was now in her house.

But I'm married. I can't be unfaithful to my husband.

".....Mrs. Olson...." The voice coming from across the room didn't register.

I'm a 42 year old house wife. My husband is Chief of Police....this man's boss! And he's so young. So black. Ohhhh so black. Black like the toy that I crave so much. Ohhhh the black cock that makes me feel soooo good....

"Mrs. Olson!" The booming voice shook her from her thoughts this time.

"He's.....he's not here," Annette managed to say. "But I, uhhhh. I can make sure he gets them when he comes back....tomorrow."

What is happening? Annette looked out the door and tried to collect her thoughts. Terrell, on the other hand, was very focused on his intentions. The disheveled appearance of Annette, along with the hard nipples pressing against her exposed bra told him all he needed to know about her state of mind.

"Come over here Mrs. Olson."

Annette looked back at Terrell. He was standing with one hand on his hip and the other holding onto the large bulge that protruded obscenely from beneath his sweatpants.

In a singular moment of uncertainty, lust overcame logic and Annette made a decision that would change her life forever.

Obediently, she walked to the young black man and stood in front of him. By this time, her robe had come completely undone, revealing not only the tight black bra that barely contained her boobs, but also the pair of black thigh high stockings she had worn for her husband only moments earlier.

The seduction would be quick and complete. Terrell wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her into his body. Her heaving breasts smashed into his chest as he leaned down to kiss her. A soft moan escaped her, signaling to Terrell the first sign of submission. Still embraced in a kiss, he dismissed the robe entirely to reveal her plump breasts.

Terrell stepped back to enjoy the view. Her nipples were standing erect, straining against the silk material of her bra, breasts rising up and down as she took deep breaths. Terrell caressed them with his large black hands and pinched her nipples. Annette's eyes closed as she began to breath heavily.

He then placed his hand on her shoulder and applied gentle pressure. Annette succumbed and slowly lowered herself to her knees in front of her young black seducer.

The large bulge in front of her made her head dizzy in anticipation.

How big is it? What would it look like? How will it taste?

"Take them off," he commanded.

Slowly sliding the sweat pants down, Terrell's cock sprang out, fully hard. Annette was in disbelief as the black weapon dangled before her. At least twice as large as her husband's and much, much thicker. It was even larger than the secret toy she hid from him.

Breaking her marriage vows and just about everything else she held sacred, the white wife of the Police Chief leaned forward and took the young man's thick black cock in her mouth.

Terrell slid his hands to the back of her head and, with a gentle push, forced more of his cock inside her mouth.

"That's it baby. Take that black cock in your mouth. You like that Mrs. Olson?"

A nod of her head signaled the answer. But Terrell wasn't finished tormenting the older woman. Now holding a ball of her hair in his hands, Terrell continued. "Look at me Mrs. Olson. Look up at me and tell me how much you like my big black dick in your mouth."

He kept his cock in her mouth as she looked up and tried to answer.

"ah loh errrr ig ack ick ih ey owf."

"Keep sucking it Mrs. Olson." And with that, Terrell gripped her hair tighter and began pushing and pulling her mouth onto his cock. Faster and faster, face fucking her as she knelt submissively in front of him.

A low, guttural moan signaled his oncoming orgasm. Terrell held her mouth onto his cock and exploded inside. Annette could feel the powerful stream of cum hit the back of her throat, causing her to gag. Terrell let go of her hair as she leaned away to catch her breath.

He began stroking his own cock to release even more cum onto her face and breasts. Several more spurts hit the targets. Holding his thick black cock, he looked down to admire his conquest. The wife of the Chief of Police knelt before him, spent and trying to catch her breath. His cum splattered in her hair, across her forehead, cheeks and mouth. More cum was absorbing into her black bra and dripping down her ample cleavage.

But the young black officer wasn't finished. Gently pulling her up by her dark hair, he led the bewildered woman up the stairs and onto her marital bed. This is where he would stake his claim on the wife of his arrogant boss.

Terrell eased her onto her back while he stood on the floor at the edge of the mattress. Taking her ankles in his hands, he parted her nylon clad legs, lifted them up and spread them wide. Annette's limp body offered no resistance. Instead, she moaned in anticipation as his thick black cock pressed against her swollen lips.

Slowly sliding in, Annette groaned in ecstasy. Just a few inches in and already Annette realized she would be filled like never before. The large black cock expanded her pussy and touched places inside that had never been touched by a real cock before. Terrell continued holding her legs apart and eased his cock in further. Annette writhed in submission below him.

"Ohhhhhh. Ohhhhhh. Yessss! Oh yes! Ohhhhhhhhhh yes!!!!"

"You like that? Tell me how much baby."

"Ohhhh fuck....yessss....I love it. Sooooo big! Pleeeease let me have it!"

"You want me to stop so you can save yourself for your husband?"

"No....no....no.....please! Please don't stop! Pleeeeease Terrell don't stop!" She was panting now.

Sinking his cock all the way in now, Terrell paused and took in the sight below him. His

long black cock was fully impaled in the older white woman. Her back arched and her large boobs heaved up and down with the deep breaths she was taking. If only the Chief could see this scene, Terrell thought. In due time.

With a slight flex of his hips, his cock sent Annette into a small convulsion. Her outstretched arms clutched the white bed spread as the first orgasm shook her body.

"Ohhhhh yesss! Yesssss! Yesssssss!!!!"

Her body flailed beneath him for several minutes as Terrell held his cock in place. She had never, ever in her life experienced such a thundering orgasm. Her body shook and tingled from head to toe. Moans of passion seemed to come from another person as she was completely awash in the pleasure his big cock was giving her.

Her moaning began to subside to quiet whimpers as she attempted to regain her breath and composure. Terrell, for his part, simply stood stoic, his thick cock still lodged deep in her wet pussy, looking down and admiring the quivering body beneath him.

"Ohhhhh that felt soooo good," she whimpered, still trying to catch her breath.

He had been with many white women in his young life and all of them responded favorably to his sexual prowess, but she seemed the most sensitive to his large cock. He hadn't even technically fucked her, at least as far as he was concerned, and she just had the most powerful orgasm of her life. He was going to have fun with this one.

He slid his cock out halfway and paused, still holding her legs wide apart. Her pleading eyes looked up at him, not wanting any more of his big black power, perhaps fearing the journey into a realm from which she could never return.

"Terrell.....please," she pleaded between deep breaths.

She wasn't sure her body could endure another powerful orgasm like the one she just experienced. She could barely put her thoughts into a coherent sentence. Her voice was begging now.

"Nooooo.....no more.....pleeeeease! I.....can't.....take it. Pleease no more!"

He tightened his grip on her ankles and dug his heels into the carpet. His eyes were those of a predator, waiting for the right moment to pounce on its prey and go for the kill. She looked up at him, eyes pleading and arms outstretched weakly in a feeble attempt to protect herself.

"No.....please.....can't.......Terrell......pleeeeeease...."

And then it came. A forceful thrust back into her pussy. So hard her body moved back a foot. Like a swordsman delivering the fatal pierce into his enemy, he saw her body crumple.

Terrell watched as her arms collapsed over her head, eyes rolling back in her head and wailing loudly. He backed his cock out and slammed it in again. And again. And again. Fucking her hard, the pitch of her passionate cries rising each time his black cock bottomed out in her white pussy.

One orgasm followed another. Annette was in no mental condition to count how many she had. All she was able to process in her mind was that this was the absolute fucking of her life. Never before had she thought it was remotely possible to be so used, so dominated, so taken....and yet so thoroughly pleasured.




Justice Pt. 01



The long, thick black cock continued its assault on her pussy as his powerful hands held her legs open. Terrell groaned in anticipation of his own orgasm.

"Gonna cum in your married white pussy baby.....gonna shoot my load all inside you now."

Giving in to her tormenter, Annette pleaded, "Yesssss, pleeeease cum inside me. Pleeeeease give me your cum!"

She felt the powerful eruption inside her, his cum shooting deep within her womb. Her pussy tightened around his thick shaft as he emptied himself inside her. Eyes closed, arms outstretched above her head, her body began to quiver from the aftershock of her last orgasm.

Terrell pulled out and released his grip on her ankles. Her marital bed had been defiled with a large pool of cum that had absorbed into the sheets near her gaping pussy. He gazed down at her limp and used body, satisfied at his sexual dominance over her. It was only the beginning.

Annette was in a daze and barely noticed Terrell quietly leaving the room. She vaguely heard the sound of a car engine outside but was too exhausted to give it a second thought. It was 2:30 in the afternoon, yet she felt as if she'd been up for days. Her vision was blurring. She needed sleep.

The last image she saw before fading off into a deep, sex-induced coma was the picture on her nightstand. A picture of her husband, Chief of Police Jack Olson.

TBC......



Justice Pt. 02



Annette's eyes fluttered momentarily before opening fully. Laying on her back, legs still parted and draped over the edge of the mattress, she stared absently at the fan blades twirling above her.

The events of the prior two hours replayed in her mind. She was well aware of the boundary she was crossing when she allowed herself to be taken by Terrell. Knowing this time of reflection would come, Annette was surprised she wasn't feeling more guilty than she did at the moment.

Thoughts of remorse and regret would be the logical emotions a normal wife might feel after betraying her husband. But she wasn't a normal wife. And this wasn't a normal marriage. What husband tries to control everything his wife does? Everything she thinks? What she can and can't wear out in public? What husband expects his wife to suck his dick or open her legs anytime he gets hard?

At least have a good enough cock to make it tolerable, she chuckled to herself.

Did he ever take the time to ask what I want? Annette couldn't remember the last time the Chief went down on her. It was always expected, of course, that she take him into her mouth, but that favor hadn't been returned in years.

Comparisons between the two men were inevitable. Although her husband tried hard to convince everyone how tough and confident he was, she knew deep down he was a jealous, insecure man. Yes, he talked a big game and threw his weight around to get what he wanted, but when it came right down to it, his performance was just not all that great. In and out of the bedroom.

Terrell, on the other hand, had a quiet confidence about him. He had taken her with actions, not words. A quiet seduction that led to the most sexually gratifying hour of her life.

Slowly the comparison between the two men turned from personality traits to physical characteristics. Again, it was no contest. While the Chief and his flabby belly could barely hold an erection, Terrell's seemed to go on forever. Though her sexual experiences were limited, she had never known a man who had the ability to ejaculate twice in one hour as he did.

And then there was the size issue. Annette giggled to herself as she came to her own conclusion on one of the most debated questions in history. Yes, size does matter.

Annette turned her head to the side to read the clock. 4:30. She had been asleep for almost two hours. She could feel his dried cum on her face and cheeks. She made a lazy effort to dust as much of the crusty residue as she could away with her hands before letting them fall back to the bed.

She made a mental list of the things that would have to be done to put the house back in order . The bed sheets would have to be washed. She could feel the damp spot beneath her. Her clothes would undoubtedly need to be washed too. And the carpet downstairs. She recalled how much cum had erupted from his cock. Surely some of it had soaked into the floor where she knelt before him.

Standing up, she struggled to steady herself. The odd position of her legs, spread and bent over the mattress for nearly two hours, had caused them to fall asleep. She could feel the soreness of her pussy as she took small, measured steps towards the bathroom.

She hobbled gingerly across the spacious bathroom and turned on the water to the Jacuzzi. Sitting on the edge of the tub, she peeled off her thigh highs and unfastened her bra, allowing her full breasts some much needed relief.

Cupping them in her hands, she wondered what Terrell thought about them. The Chief had certainly loved playing with them, and she had to admit, she enjoyed the feel of his hands on them.

But did Terrell like them? He had squeezed them hard after their initial embrace, harder than the Chief does, and that had turned Annette on. She wondered if his hands would ever find their way on them again.

The hot water felt wonderful on her legs as she stepped into the tub. When she fully submerged herself, she took a moment to savor the soothing sensation washing over her body. Leaning her head back, she began to recount the details of her encounter with Terrell. She recalled her first look at his beautiful cock, the way it sprang out of his gray sweat pants and stood proudly in front of her as she knelt before him. How incredibly hard and stiff it was when her lips touched it for the first time.

Annette was getting horny again. She quickly shifted her thoughts to something else in an effort to squash her growing desires.

Groceries. Oil change. Paying bills. CSI. Dentist appointment. Ebay. The weather.

All of these things went through her mind and, on a normal day, would have sufficiently held her attention. But try as she might, her thoughts kept turning back to her young black lover. And as a result, she found herself powerless to resist the lure of the toy that lay hidden under her bed. She lifted herself out of the water and happily retrieved the object of her desires.

Settling back into the tub, she lowered her right arm and cradled her boobs. She could envision Terrell wrapping his large hands around them, massaging them firmly as he had done this afternoon. She rubbed the tip of the black dildo against her hard nipples, then slid it between her cleavage, working it up and down between her large mounds.

Her left hand disappeared beneath the water and slowly began massaging her clitoris. Vivid memories were now filling her mind. Looking up at him as he stood over her, holding her legs apart. Seeing his thick black cock embedded in her pussy. Oh how powerful it had felt inside her!

She leaned her head back, closed her eyes and began sliding the dildo inside her pussy. Slowly at first, but working faster as the brief and erotic images from this afternoon flickered rapidly through her mind, each eliciting an uncontrollable physical and verbal response.

Powerful thrust....Ohhhhhh. Deep inside.......yessssss. Fucking me.....uhhh-huh. Filling me.......mmmmmm. Soooo hard......ohhhh yessssss! Soooo thick......ohhhhhhh fuck! Black cock......ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!

She gripped the side of the tub with her right hand as the orgasm shook her body. Her vision blurred slightly as she struggled to return her breathing back to normal. The orgasm was incredible, they always were when she used the toy. But now that she had been fucked by a real black cock, it didn't seem quite the same. That experience had elevated her pleasure to a level she had never dreamed possible. She quickly surmised that anything short of that, including the black toy, and definitely including her small-cocked husband, would leave her wanting for more.

Once calmed down, Annette stepped out of the tub, dried herself off and squeezed her boobs into a pink bra. She then slipped on a pair of matching panties and assessed herself in the mirror. A quiet confidence flickered within her as she struck various poses. For the first time in recent memory, she acknowledged an appreciation for person looking back at her.

Years of living with the Chief had slowly diminished her self-confidence. And now, after her encounter with Terrell, it seemed as if a fire had been ignited.

In a symbolic act of rebellion, she decided to wear nothing over her bra and panties while she went about the business of cleaning the house.

She walked back into the bedroom and took stock of the carnage before her: pillows were on the floor, the mattress lay crooked on the box springs, the sheets were in disarray and there was a huge wet spot in the area where he had taken her. Annette stared in awe.

Did all that fluid come from my body? How much of it belonged to Terrell?

Slipping the sheets off the bed and placing them into the clothes hamper, she made her way downstairs and loaded up the washing machine. Next, she retrieved the carpet cleaner and headed to the stains on the floor where she had taken the first load of Terrell's cum.

The irony of kneeling down in this area was not lost on Annette. A depraved thought of licking the dried cum spots was dismissed, but for a brief moment the idea sent tingles down her body. She would swallow the Chief's cum occasionally and never really gained any satisfaction out of it. On the other hand, taking Terrell's cum, or as much as she could anyway, seemed so natural and expected. She would eagerly do it again if the opportunity presented itself.

It was after she finished with the carpet that Annette noticed the folded up piece of paper on the coffee table. Written on the outside of the paper was a single letter:

A

Annette excitedly opened it and read:

'Thanks for a memorable afternoon, Mrs. Olson. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. You are a beautiful woman. I want to see you again. Call me.'

Annette refolded the paper and set it back on the table. She stared out the window for a moment. Then went through the motions of cleaning, organizing and putting away dishes- keeping her mind busy and pretending to give deep consideration to his request.

But who was she kidding? Of course she was going to call!

She tapped Terrell's number into her phone and waited breathlessly.

"This is Terrell," came the sound on the other end.

The voice made her knees weak. Embers began burning from within.

"Hi." she said in a nervous, almost girlish tone.

She bit her knuckle in frustration. She wanted to say more. But what? This is Annette and I really need to see you again? I want to suck your cock again? I want to fuck you again?

Thankfully, Terrell's soothing voice gave her the reprieve she needed.

"Hi Mrs. Olson..."

They chatted for several minutes before he ended the call. Annette's mind could barely register a coherent thought as she held the phone in her hand. The whole conversation had been a blur. All she knew is that she had agreed to meet him at his place in an hour.

************

Annette knocked timidly on his door and felt her stomach flutter as the footsteps from the other side grew closer. When the door opened, she let out a silent moan. There he stood, the man who had dominated her thoughts for the last 24 hours, wearing only a tight pair of white briefs. The contrast in color stood out immediately, as did the mound that was tucked inside.

Terrell grinned knowingly as he took notice of her wandering eyes. He welcomed her into his house and, once inside, wrapped his arms around her. Leaning his head close to her ear, he whispered, "Did you enjoy this afternoon?"

"Yes," she replied in the same whispered tone.

"And you're here because you want it again," he said as his hard cock pressed into her.

It wasn't a question, but Annette replied anyway.

"Yessss."

Terrell broke the embrace and stepped back.

"Take your clothes off," he directed.

Annette was eager to please her young black lover. She peeled her shirt off and unfastened her bra. Her boobs swayed back and forth as she removed her shorts and panties. Standing naked in the middle of the living room, she submissively awaited his next command.

"Lay down," he motioned towards the couch.

Terrell draped one of her legs over the back of the couch and lowered his head to her exposed pussy. He started off slowly, licking her lips and making shallow penetrations with his tongue. Annette's hands gripped the cushions, her hips involuntarily bucking back and forth, desperate for more of him inside her.

He wedged his finger in and began tickling her clit. Annette moaned louder as his gifted tongue swirled inside her. His tongue sank deeper, the warm and wet sensations leading her to the brink of ecstasy. Flicking his tongue against her clit and massaging her inner walls released the gush of fluids onto his tongue and face.

Terrell stood and used Annette's shirt to wipe the juices from his face. She was still in the throes of her orgasm when he reached down and clamped his fingers firmly around both hard nipples. Lifting up, he guided Annette off her back and onto her wobbly feet. He began leading her. She would have followed him willingly, but the tight grip his fingers had on her nipples gave her no choice but to comply.

He positioned her near the arm of the couch, turned her around and bent her over. With his powerful hands cupping her ass, he slowly guided his thick cock inside her quivering pussy. Annette whimpered as it eased in. Slowly he pushed until it was fully wedged inside her.

Ohhhhh how she had longed for this moment again!

"That feels sooooo good," she whimpered.

Terrell enjoyed the mastery he had over the older woman.

"Tell me what you want," he commanded.

"I....want....you.....to......fuck me!" she managed to say between her panting breaths.

"How bad do you want it?" His question was followed with a firm spank on her ass.

Annette was caught off guard by the smack. Her head jerked upwards as she exhaled a guttural moan. The spank elicited a bizarre response. The stinging sensation on her ass was overshadowed by the erotic feeling of being disciplined by her young lover. She momentarily lost her thoughts.

Another spank brought her back to her senses.

"Tell me Annette. Tell me how bad you want it."

Annette succumbed. "Pleeeeease Terrell. Pleeeeease fuck me! I want you so, soooo bad. Ohhhhhhh pleeeease!"

Fueled by her submission, Terrell pulled out slightly, then slammed the entire length of his cock back inside her. He reached out and grabbed a handful of hair, then launched a flurry of thrusts into her pussy. Over and over again, he hammered his powerful black cock deep inside her with violent thrusts.

Their bodies rocked in unison as he gripped her hair and continued to punish her pussy. The pitch of her moans elevated each time he spanked her ass. Soon, a thundering orgasm erupted and he shot his load deep inside her pussy. Annette responded with her own orgasm as she felt his hot fluids streaming inside her.

Annette was exhausted as Terrell pulled his cock out. Her used body slid off the couch and landed limply on the floor. She lay on her side, gasping for breath as she tried to recover from the incredible fucking he had just administered.

Terrell stood over her and admired his conquest. His cock had pounded her into submission to the point where she could barely move. He used his foot to nudge her onto her back, her arms lazily falling to the floor above her head. He then straddled her, laying his cock along the length of her face. With the base at her chin and the tip reaching her forehead, Terrell thought briefly about taking a picture and sending it to the Chief.

"Clean me up, Annette."

Annette slowly but obediently tilted her head and began licking the juices off his cock. Her eyes were half-closed as she moved up and down the length of him, her tongue gliding across the contours of his skin. Terrell occasionally shifted his cock and fed her parts she wasn't able to reach in her position under him.

Once sufficiently cleaned, Terrell stood up and walked away. Annette's head rested back onto the floor. She closed her eyes and felt her world fade to black.

************

When Annette came to, she wearily took in her surroundings. The lights were dim. A game was playing on TV and footsteps were heard in another room. She crooked her neck in another direction and spotted the clock on the wall. 9:00 pm.

Shit! What the hell just happened?

Annette once again found herself mentally wiped out after being fucked senseless by her new lover. She didn't have her cell phone close by, but she was sure there were a few missed calls from her husband. She would have to call him soon and check in. A quick excuse of being at her friend's house would probably offer a reasonable explanation if she needed one.

 In the meantime, her body ached from laying on the hard floor for so long. She stretched her arms and legs, then rolled over into a sitting position.

Terrell appeared from the hallway, walking naked in her direction, his cock swinging proudly from side to side. It had been one hell of a fuck, Annette recalled. The young man certainly had a gift and was masterful in knowing exactly what to do and what to say. She had never been spanked before, but, oddly enough, the degradation seemed to intensify the orgasm.

And speaking of which, her ass was really hurting at the moment. Annette eased up from her sitting position and crawled next to him on the couch. She laid her head on his shoulder and sat in silence as she admired his young toned body. Not an ounce of body fat, she thought. His stomach was lean, his abdominal muscles pressed against his skin. Although his cock had softened, it was still an impressive site as it rested on the couch.

They chatted about a lot of things over the next 30 minutes: favorite restaurants, hobbies, friends, movies and an assortment of other innocent topics. Soon, however, the conversation turned to more pressing matters.

"What about....," her voice trailed off.

"Your husband?" Terrell completed the sentence for her.

Annette nodded her head.

"He's a dick. Mother fucker's crooked. He'll get what's comin' to him soon."

"But he's dangerous. He knows people. He..."

"He's soft," Terrell interrupted.

Pieces of his plan were coming together nicely. There were still a few holes remaining, but those would be easily filled in time. It was becoming clear to him that retribution against the Chief was a certainty. Now it was simply a matter of degree: how much pain, how much loss and how much humiliation would be inflicted upon the worthless, arrogant wimp was yet to be determined.

Annette began tracing her fingers down his chest. Sliding it across his abs and back up. She could see his cock stiffening again, and her hand slowly descended to give it attention.

This wonderful, big, black cock, she thought as she held it in her hands.

The powerful cock that had been the focus of her desires over the last 24 hours. The cock that brought her to one orgasm after another so effortlessly. As if paying tribute to the object which had delivered her so much pleasure, she slid to her knees in front of him and kissed it. Then pulled away and admired it as it stiffened in front of her.

She began stroking it with her left hand, her wedding ring shining as she rubbed up and down. She was fascinated with the size, the thickness, the color. Images of her husband's cock came to mind and the comparisons began again. Terrell's was so much bigger. So much better.

Her right hand cupped his balls as she lowered her mouth onto his cock. At first she just took the head in before pulling out and kissing down the shaft. Her mouth returned and slowly took half the cock inside her before reflexes forced it out. Kissing down the shaft and back up again, she took him a third time. This time she was able to get most of it comfortably in her mouth.

Terrell looked down as she labored away. The urge to use his hands to push her down fully onto his hard cock dissipated as Annette seemed to take him in without his guidance. Instead, he leaned back, locked his fingers behind his head and watched the Chief's wife bob up and down on his cock.

He owned her. The plan, or whatever loose definition he assigned to it, was working much better than he imagined.

Terrell's abdominal muscles tightened as he neared the brink. Annette encouraged his orgasm by sliding her mouth up and down his cock as fast as she possibly could. She wanted his cum so badly. She wanted to taste it, feel it gushing into her mouth. But as much as she wanted to satisfy her own desires, it seemed to Annette that her primary motivation was to please the young man who was sitting in front of her. The man who was slowly taking control over her.

A stream of cum shot from Terrell's cock and into her throat. She immediately began gagging, causing some of the cum to dribble out the corner of her mouth. The remaining loads squirted onto her chin, throat and breasts. She leaned back and coughed, disappointed that she wasn't able to take the entire load.




Justice Pt. 02



Once her coughing subsided, she scooted in closer and nestled herself between his legs, her head resting on his upper thigh. Terrell reached down and draped his cock over her shoulder as they both relaxed in silence.

Was it just this afternoon that we started this? She thought to herself.

She was still amazed at how quickly she had given herself over to this man. And equally surprised at how little regret she had, so far anyway, to the infidelity she was inflicting on her marriage. She recalled reading a novel once about a middle aged woman discovering her 'sexual awakening.'

Maybe this is my time, she wondered.

She began to reflect on the Chief once again. It wasn't so much her cheating that was of concern. After all, Annette knew that Jack took liberties in their marriage. She had seen all the tell tale signs, the phone numbers in his pockets, the excuses for working late and so on.

It was more of the consequences of what he would do to her if he discovered the tryst. Though far from a wife beater, he was prone to grabbing her arm from time to time, as he had in the break room yesterday. Would he fly off the deep end and go crazy if he found out? The fact that he was so concerned about his public reputation gave her slight relief over this possible reaction. But still, the doubts lingered.

Terrell tapped her on the shoulder, breaking the internal debate that was raging in her mind.

"I have to get ready for work," he announced.

Annette dressed, embraced her lover and headed home in the darkness.

************

Annette woke up in the morning and thoughts of Terrell immediately dominated her mind. Reaching over to the nightstand, she retrieved her phone and texted him.

Annette: What are u doing?

Terrell: Just got off work. U?

Annette: Thinking about u. Can u come over?

Terrell: Maybe.

Annette: Please?

Terrell: 9am. No panties.

At precisely 9:00 am, the patrol car pulled into the driveway. Terrell walked into the living room looking handsome as usual. His pressed uniform fit snugly over his thin frame. Annette was wearing black shorts and a tight white tank top that stretched across her generous bosom. Underneath she wore a white satin bra. And, as Terrell had instructed, no panties.

Once the door shut, Annette immediately embraced Terrell and began kissing him passionately, her knee sliding up the side of his leg. She simply couldn't help herself in front of this man and was becoming more unabashed in showing her desires.

Terrell broke the embrace and turned her around. Bringing her arms around her back, he held them together. Annette felt the cold steel around her wrists and let out a deep breath. She then heard the familiar sound of the handcuffs locking together.

Once her arms were secured, Terrell, still standing behind her, leaned in and whispered playfully in her ear. "You're under arrest."

He then kissed her neck and slid his hand over her breasts, causing a soft moan to bellow from within. His other hand traveled further down and slid into her shorts. Terrell could feel the wetness as his hands slid across her pussy. He ventured a finger inside and could feel Annette's body respond.

"Does that feel good?"

"Yesssss," she whispered as her head leaned back into Terrell's chest.

A second finger slid in and began massaging the walls of her aching pussy. Annette's knees weakened. Slowly and teasingly his hands gently massaged the folds of skin surrounding her clitoris. The sensation she felt between her legs, along with his gentle kisses on her neck was bringing her to the brink of an orgasm. Terrell's other hand continued massaging her boobs. Her nipples were hard and Terrell began pinching them through the thin top she was wearing.

"Ohhhh.....ohhhhhh.......Terrell.....!!!" She whimpered.

Her knees buckled when the orgasm washed over her. With quick dexterity, Terrell wrapped his arm around her waist to prevent her from falling. As she lay draped over his arm gasping for breath, Annette absently wondered if there were no end to the pleasure this man could administer.

Terrell hoisted her back onto her feet before she could fully recover.

"Turn around," he commanded.

Annette turned around. She watched helplessly by the door as Terrell walked to the center of the living room and began unbuttoning his shirt. She breathed deeply as his defined abs were revealed. The pants were next, and Annette was nearing a hypnotic state of arousal as she saw the large bulge pressing against his boxers. When he slid them off, she found her mouth watering.

Now standing naked in the center of her living room, his large cock fully erect, Terrell asked, "Where does your husband usually sit?"

"In that recliner," Annette motioned with her head.

Terrell sat in the chair, his lanky body sinking deep into the spot where the Chief's wide ass had carved out through years of laziness.

"Come over here, Annette."

Obediently, Annette walked over, stood before Terrell and awaited his next instructions. With her hands cuffed behind her back, her breasts heaved forward against the tight tank top that barely held them in. Terrell simply couldn't resist touching them again.

He reached to them and carefully massaged the large mounds. He then took his thumb and forefinger and began pinching her hard nipples as they pressed against the fabric of her shirt. Softly at first, then with more pressure. Annette's head rolled back and she felt the familiar feeling of numbness in her legs.

After several minutes of working over her breasts, Terrell's cock was ready to be serviced.

"Kneel," he commanded.

Annette knelt before him. Terrell began stroking his cock as she watched on.

"Do you want to suck this cock Annette?"

"Yesssss!"

"Ask me nicely."

"May I please suck your cock?" She pleaded.

"May I please suck your cock.....Master. Say it Annette."

"May I please suck your cock. Master?"

A desperation was in her voice and she barely acknowledged the new status he had just bestowed upon both of them. 24 hours ago, she never would have imagined herself in this position. Half-naked, handcuffed and kneeling in front of this young black man. Begging to suck his cock. Addressing him as Master as he sat confidently in her husband's recliner.

But lust and desire had long replaced morals and dignity. All Annette could comprehend at the moment was this beautiful, hard black cock had delivered her into a realm of pleasure she never thought possible. And she was determined to stay in that sensual place they both had created for as long as humanly possible.

"You may suck my cock."

Annette's head lowered down into his lap and she began to eagerly suck his thick cock. Even with her hands bound behind her, she tried to do a thorough job in pleasing her new Master. And if his moans were any measure, her long strokes on his cock, mixed with occasional kisses up and down the shaft and balls, were having a positive effect.

Terrell's right hand slipped through her hair. He then tightened his grip and gently pulled her mouth from his cock. Annette looked up at him, unsure. He stood up and directed Annette to sit on the floor with her back resting against the front of the recliner. Terrell stepped one foot over her body and was now standing over her. With her restrained body watching helplessly below him, he began stroking his cock and looking down at her.

Annette looked up and admired the strong black cock hovering over her. She loved how he massaged it, taking long strokes down the length of it. The rich brown chocolate color making her yearn for a touch. He began stroking faster, the tightening in his leg muscles signifying his impending eruption.

On cue, Annette leaned her head back onto the seat of the recliner and opened her mouth wide. Terrell moaned above her and launched a stream of cum that splattered onto her lips, nose and forehead. Another few strokes forced out the next rope of cum that landed above her head and onto the recliner seat; the very spot where the Chief rested his lazy ass each night.

Terrell held onto his powerful cock and lowered himself to one knee, placing it directly into her face. No command was needed this time. Annette knew the task she was obligated to perform on her Master. She leaned forward and began lapping the cum off the tip of his throbbing cock.

Pleased with her efforts, Terrell raised himself up and began putting his uniform back on. Annette remained cuffed and leaning against the recliner. Her face splattered with his cum, she watched him longingly. She would have stayed there all day if he wanted. It was both frightening and unbelievably erotic to contemplate the depth of depravity she would endure for her young black Master.

Once fully dressed, Terrell uncuffed her and delivered a peck on the cheek as he walked out the door.

The Chief would be home in a few hours so the rest of the day would be spent cleaning for Annette, although her thoughts drifted frequently to the events of the last 24 hours. How she had gone from loving wife to a wanton sex slave. Terrell was a powerhouse. A minister of pleasure.

How many times had he cum during their time together? She marveled.

Annette was lucky to get Jack to cum once in a 24 hour period. Not that he ever fulfilled her anyway, but she wondered what sex would be like with him after experiencing her lover's powerful black cock.

Both shared a similar desire for power and control. But the similarities ended there. Jack's power came as a result of intimidation, threats and shady dealings. She knew why he wore the uniform all the time. Seeing a police officer had the automatic effect of making others feel inferior, and Jack fed off that. Annette wondered...without it, without the uniform, the duty belt, leather boots, sunglasses and that stupid badge, would he be as strong?

Terrell, on the other hand, didn't need a uniform or badge to have control. He oozed confidence and made Annette want to surrender to the parts of him that artificial props couldn't mask. She couldn't say the same about Jack. Underneath the uniform was a flabby, small-cocked excuse for a man who, when the chips were down, at least sexually speaking, could not perform for her.

************

The Chief arrived home around 5:00 pm, his finger looped around the plastic strap that once held a six pack of beer. The remaining three beers clunked together as he removed his hat. Annette greeted him at the door and gave him a quick embrace. Just eight hours earlier, she stood in this same exact spot, handcuffed while Terrell's gifted fingers brought her to a thundering orgasm. She leaned into Jack, pecked him on the cheek and glided back into the kitchen.

A little spring in her step, Jack thought. She must have missed me. Sex will be good tonight!

As was his custom, Jack left his uniform on and went directly to his recliner to sit down and have a beer. From the kitchen, Annette smiled to herself knowing that earlier, her head was draped over the edge of that recliner while Terrell stood over her and stroked his beautiful black cock. Her husband was probably sitting in a few spots of his dried cum. Annette didn't bother cleaning that spot up. She giggled at the thought.

She looked back at her phone to see Terrell's latest message come through. She playfully responded, then opened up the picture he sent her. Her pussy moistened as she took in a close up of his hard black cock next to a tape measure. A message accompanied it:

How does your husband measure up?

Annette blushed and resumed her duties.

After dinner, Jack lugged his overnight bag upstairs and called for her. He was already unzipping his pants when she walked in. As usual, foreplay was not on the agenda as he lowered her to the bed. Another memory was awakened as Annette recalled the first time Terrell had taken her on this bed.

Jack's cock entered her and Annette immediately noticed the difference. The Chief was awkward in his thrusts, already breathing heavy from the physical exertion. His breath smelled of stale alcohol. His cock had barely registered inside her. Ohhhh how she longed for Terrell.

Without explanation and without any forethought, Annette rolled the Chief over and sat astride him. Slipping his cock back inside, she began riding him hard.

"What the hell is this?" A surprised Jack said aloud.

Annette didn't hear as she bounced wildly on top of him. Jack reached up to hold her breasts but Annette, acting on pure instinct and desire now, slapped them away. She yanked her top off and unfastened her bra, tossing them both on the floor. Eyes closed, hands cupping and squeezing her own boobs, Annette was in another world. The Chief didn't exist. Her thoughts were focused squarely on her young lover's cock as she rode her husband.

Just don't say his name! Annette reminded herself.

She reached down and began massaging her clitoris. If she had been aware of her surroundings, she would have realized that Jack had already came. But her thoughts were a million miles away.

She continued riding his tiny, softening cock, vigorously rubbing her clit as she grinded down on him. Moaning in pleasure, one hand cradling her boobs and the other wedged in her pussy, she commanded the moment over the Chief. He was too shocked to react. He could only look up in helpless amazement as his wife experienced the most amazing orgasm he had ever seen.

After climaxing, Annette closed her eyes and held her position on top of the Chief as she regained her breath. When she recovered, she lowered herself onto the space of the bed beside him. Turning away from her husband, she pulled the blanket covers over her shoulders and isolated herself from him.

************

Annette was restless as the Chief snored beside her. Restless and horny. She decided to do something she had never done before. Reaching under the bed, she retrieved the dildo that she had cautiously hid from her husband for so many years. It was risky, but her urges simply couldn't be tempered.

Her pussy was already moist as she rubbed it against her quivering lips. A slight moan escaped as the head slid in. She pushed it in slowly. Very slowly. Teasing herself, imagining Terrell's cock entering her that first time, in this very spot.

Sliding it in fully, she grabbed a pillow and laid it softly over her head to silence the inevitable moans that would soon follow. Faster and faster she pumped it inside her, thinking of Terrell's powerful body laying on top of her. She wanted to spread her legs wide but the risk of kicking the Chief out of his slumber was too great. So she laid mostly still as the toy pummeled her pussy. And soon enough, the orgasm washed over her body. Though not as powerful as usual, it seemed to sate her desires for the moment.

Exhausted, Annette slid the toy out. Her arms were tired and the hand which held the dildo inadvertently came to rest on the Chief's thigh, right next to his exposed penis. Annette chuckled out loud as she saw the contrast between the two. Jack's flaccid thin cock looked so inferior compared to the thick black device that stood proudly next to it. Annette looked at the Chief's limp cock and accurately concluded that it would never be capable of fulfilling her again.

Not that it ever did in the first place.

Terrell's appearance in her life initiated a new awakening for her. Years of being repressed, both emotionally and sexually, seemed like a wet blanket over her. And now, with Terrell's presence, that blanket had been lifted. Jack had been in control for all of their 21 years together and it was about time she had some fun.

There, in the silence of the night, with her husband laying next to her, Annette longed for her young black lover.

************

Over the course of the next couple of weeks, Terrell continued to fuck the Chief's wife. Sometimes at her house, sometimes at his and once in the back of his patrol car. His 3rd shift assignment, courtesy of the Chief, had actually provided them ample opportunities to explore their carnal desires.

Through all the sex, texting and phone calls, Annette began to feel a growing allegiance to Terrell. And as their sexual relationship evolved, Annette found herself getting more assertive with her husband. And perhaps there was a touch of resentment too. Resentment for not allowing her to be herself and for keeping her bottled up all these years.

Gone were the frumpy clothes he insisted she wear in public. They were slowly being replaced with more tight fitting, sexier outfits. She was also wearing more makeup than usual. The Chief certainly noticed, and sometimes felt as if his control over the woman was eroding.

She had even denied him sex a couple of times, something that had never happened as he recalled. And when they did have it, she always seemed to take the rare position of being on top. Always playing with her pussy, another new addition to their sex life. Jack arrogantly but mistakenly concluded that he must be hitting his peak and arousing her like never before.

************

Annette was just tapping out the final messages to Terrell before retreating back into the living room to spend another lifeless evening with the Chief.

Annette: Hubs is speaking at Chamber of Comm mtg tomorrow morn at the station. I have 2 go. Will u be there?

Terrell: I can be. What time.

Annette: 8 am. See u in the break room?

Terrell: Ok. Wear something sexy.

Annette: Yes Master ;)

As she lay in bed that night, Annette was excited at the idea of seeing Terrell the following morning. It wasn't long before she felt that familiar sensation running through her body. She reached under the bed and retrieved her black toy. No longer was she concerned about using it while her husband was sleeping. And if he caught her using it, well....to hell with him. His inability to satisfy her was the reason she was in this position!

************

The Chief had a lot on his mind as he drove to work the next morning. There was the issue with Terrell. The black bastard passed the random drug test he had ordered. There would be more. Lots more. And it was only a matter of time before the thug slipped up and did coke. Or weed. Or whatever those people do. And if it didn't happen soon, Jack would plant it on him. No one fucked with the Chief, he reminded himself.

More pressing on his mind at the moment, though, was the breakfast speech he was obligated to give to the Chamber of Commerce this morning.

A bunch of asshole do-gooders, he thought. Build this, move that. Give a tax break. Have a ribbon cutting ceremony.

In Jack's opinion, the Chamber was bunch of lazy, misguided fuck-ups. The more the city grew, the more minorities it attracted. Didn't those idiots realize this?

And the Mayor was going to be there. He couldn't stand the little Mexican bitch who, in his opinion, was in way over her head. For one, she was a woman. And women had no place in positions of authority. And two, she was Mexican. Why this city would elect a Mexican as Mayor was beyond him.

No matter though, she was afraid of him anyway. He recalled many meetings where she had caved into his demands with just a raising of his voice. Like all the other Mexicans in this town, the uniform, badge and a loud voice were enough to make her quiver in fear. Jack smiled at the thought of someday having the young woman on her knees giving him a blowjob.

Now that's something the little Señorita is qualified to do. He nearly laughed out loud as he sipped his coffee.

************





Justice Pt. 02



Annette arrived at the station at 8:00 am. The Chief was scheduled to speak at 8:30. She was hoping to see Terrell before then, so she anxiously made her way to the break room.

The group of officers did a collective double-take as she walked into the break room. Annette not only looked different than they had ever seen. She looked, well....stunning! She was wearing a mid-thigh gray skirt with black hose and heels. On top was a tight fitting blue satin blouse that accentuated her large breasts.

They were equally stunned when Terrell got up from the table and walked over to the Chief's wife.

"Follow me," he said as he began leading her down the hallway to a back stairwell.

"I only have 15 minutes," she whispered frantically. "Jack speaks at 8:30 and I have to be there!"

Terrell clenched her hand and kept going. Once in the basement, he found an unlocked door and the two dashed in, turned on the lights and immediately embraced. Passionate kisses were exchanged and Terrell couldn't keep his hands off the Chief's wife. He massaged her breasts with one hand while the other lifted up her skirt. His hands tickled the bare skin just above her stocking tops, then traced the garter belt up and began caressing her soaking pussy.

Annette was all too happy to return the touches. She ran her hands up and down Terrell's chest as his hands explored her body, pushing her chest out as his hands fondled her.

She gave him one last kiss, then slowly lowered herself onto her knees.

************

The Chief was pacing in the large conference room where his speech was to be delivered. The group had mostly assembled as he texted his wife for the 4th time in the last five minutes.

"Where the hell is she?" He muttered to himself.

************

Annette was on her knees, her head bobbing back and forth on the thick black cock that was stuffed in her mouth. Terrell leaned his head back on the wall and held her head with both hands.

She prepared herself as she heard the familiar groan and felt his thigh muscles tighten. Annette really needed to swallow all of it this time. Her choice of a blue blouse turned out to be a poor one, and with little time to clean up, it was essential that she leave no evidence before going out to meet her husband in front of the audience that had gathered to hear him speak.

The first blast rocketed to the back of her throat. She gagged and coughed lightly, but kept her lips tightened around his shaft and continued moving back and forth. More cum pumped into her mouth. She bundled it inside her cheek until her gagging subsided, then swallowed the remaining load.

Annette stood back up, proud of her accomplishment. She adjusted her blouse, slid the skirt back into place and looked longingly at Terrell.

"I need you inside me," she whispered hurriedly. "Can I come over after this meeting is over?"

"No. I have people over at my house."

"Fine, I'll pick you up and bring you to my house. I have to go."

************

The Chief shook his head in disgust as he walked to the stage at the front of the room. The lights dimmed slightly and the chatter began to subside as he made his way to the podium. He stood before the crowded room, removed the prepared speech from his pocket, put on his glasses and looked up. And he was mortified at what he saw.

What the fuck is she wearing?

The Chief saw his wife's short skirt and tight blouse as she entered the room. His face reddened with anger and he was, for a moment, at a loss for words. An awkward silence followed as the Chief eyed his wife's movement towards the front row of chairs. The audience picked up on this and they, too, began following her movements.

She took her sear near the front and calmly looked at the Chief as if nothing was amiss. She had felt the stares upon her as she walked slowly into the room and was well aware that with the crossing of her legs, the top of her black stockings were likely exposed to anyone who was still watching her.

"Welcome to the, ummmm," the Chief weakly began. "...the annual Chamber of Commerce meeting. I'm, uhhhh....pleased to...."

As he stumbled through his speech, he noticed the stares his wife was receiving. He saw the men looking at her. Saw the lust in their eyes. Jealousy was building by the second.

Annette sat calmly and, on occasion, seductively crossed and uncrossed her legs. She was smiling inwardly, however. Enjoying her husband at the podium, the big, bad Chief of Police, squirm like a helpless worm in front of everyone.

Retribution, she thought wickedly.

Sweet revenge on the man who had, for so many years, held her in check and suppressed her desires. Now it was her time. Her moment. She had never seen him so distracted. So powerless. So weak. All because of her. And it turned her on immensely.

She could still feel the taste of Terrell's cum swishing around in her mouth. Damn she needed to feel him again! She needed his thick cock inside her. Annette was lost in thought but the sound of her name over the speakers shook her to reality. It was the Chief's voice, calling her up to the podium.

The Chief had made a calculated decision half way through his broken speech. He was going to show all those bastards gawking at his wife who she belonged to.

As it turned out, the Chief's decision was a bad one. There, in front of his colleagues, the Mayor and the town's most prominent business leaders, he leaned into Annette, gave her a long kiss and unwittingly took some of Terrell's cum into his mouth.

************

Fucking assholes, the Chief fumed as the audience filed out of the room after the speech. He was glad to have that behind him. His performance had been awful and he was humiliated that such a large crowd witnessed the meltdown.

The Chief gripped Annette's arm tightly.

"You disgust me. Get your ass home. We're going to have a chat tonight!"

************

A month ago, Annette would have been petrified at the thought of seeing Jack so angry. So much had changed. She was willing to stand up for herself and confront him. And she would. But more pressing at the moment was her impending meeting with Terrell. She sped through the city streets, her pussy aching for his beautiful black cock.

Terrell was standing in the driveway when she pulled up. A passionate kiss was exchanged as he settled into the passenger seat.

From his viewpoint, he could see her skirt riding high on her thighs, exposing the top lacy portion of her nylon stockings. He told her to undo the top few buttons of her blouse, which she obediently did. The lacy black bra squeezed her large boobs together and formed a perfect image for him to look at as they drove through the city streets.

If anyone was looking at the half exposed driver and her young black passenger, Annette wasn't could care less. She was burning inside. Her hand occasionally massaged Terrell's cock through his pants as he leaned back in the seat.

When they finally arrived at her house, they hurriedly ran up the stairs into the bedroom.

************

The Chief was seething at his desk, his face red with anger, fingers balled into a fist. He slammed it onto his desk while recounting the morning's speech and his wife's gaudy appearance.

The fucking bitch was going off the deep end! She's behaving so differently these days. What the fuck has gotten into her?

He decided he couldn't wait until tonight to straighten things out. He slammed his office door, hurried outside and wedged himself inside a patrol car. Peeling out of the parking lot, he raced home.

************

Once in the bedroom, Terrell began undressing Annette. He started with the tight blue blouse, untucking it from her skirt and slowly undoing the remaining buttons. He then unzipped her skirt and she let it slide to the floor. Ready to be taken by her lover, she stood in front of him wearing only her black bra, stockings and heels.

************

The Chief's hands were gripping the wheel, his knuckles white from the pressure.

She made me look like a damn fool in front of all those idiots! Fucking bitch is going to get it now!

He hit the steering wheel with the palm of his hand as he turned into their subdivision.

************

Annette's legs were spread wide, her heels pointing towards the ceiling as Terrell pounded his cock inside her.

"Ohhhhh Terrell.....yesssss! Yesssss! YESSSS!!!"

************

The Chief screeched his vehicle to a stop in the driveway, got out and stormed through the front door, His heavy footsteps thundered across the living room.

"Annette! We need to talk! Where the hell are you!"

TBC...