He laughed aloud, Tina gulped.
I closed my eyes, refusing to see my wife’s eyes, the revulsion in her stare. The hatred of me she had would worsen with all that’s happened. I licked his nasty black man lacquer from her face. I wished his seed made me sick, caused me to puke. It didn’t. The dirty little secret I kept from her, I liked eating his cum.
The cop’s grip loosened. I kept licking his thick cum from her out of fear and craving. The warm man cream rolled down into my belling, a satisfying warmth filled me, not unlike a good hit of booze does. While I cleaned her, his footsteps sounded as he strolled away from us.
“He’s in the car,” she said. “He has the remote. He is opening all the doors and the trunk. You realize he’ll find the compartment with the remote. You pathetic worm, you had to anger him, had to offer him money rather than let him write you a ticket.”
“This isn’t my fault,” I said. “The remote is a garage door opener. How’s the porker pig figured out it’s important, your fault, all your fault, bitch.”
“No, it isn’t. Never your fault. Not your fault, he pounded my face, not your fault the man spewed cum on me. Not your fault you’re eating another man’s jizz. Whose fucking fault is it then? Yeah, baby boy, all your fault, always is your fault. You’re a weakling, a ludicrous worm.”
Her assault paused. A foolish hope of her dropping the insults shattered. “You can’t deny that cops a real man.”
The ding from the remote signaled his impending find of the drugs. I opened my eyes, glanced over at him—he bent into my car trunk. The police officer pulled a kilo of the coke from the secret compartment. The deputy ambled toward me, long steps, with his boots striking the pavement with some force.
“Your wife has a sweet, tight throat. What’s yours like?”
“Excuse me?”
He slapped my face so hard I fell to the pavement. He grabbed my neck and yanked me to my knees. Closing his fingers around my throat, he squeezed, leered into my face.
“What we have, is enough coke to bring you a minimum of five years. I’d go so far as to say, you got enough junk in that trunk for life in prison. Now, what’s your lily-white throat like to fuck?”
“I never did anything like sucking a dick.”
“You’re a lying faggot, boy. Here’s the deal, I fuck her, fuck your throat, and fuck her again, and when I’m done fucking the two of you up, you give me 5000 bucks, and the two of you go scot-free.”
“I don’t have that kind of money,” I said.
“Lying little faggot, boy. Where you coming from?”
“Anadarko,” I said. I tried to think of a convincing lie to give him.
“No, we came from Hinton,” my wife chimed. “Fifteen hours ago, we picked up the stuff near El Paso. So, we stayed off the main roads. We took a break in Hinton, ate some food from a convenience store, stretched our legs, pulled out of Hinton a couple of hours back. For now, we are heading home. Should’ve been doing 55 miles an hour, but mister big shot had to push our luck. Tomorrow night we go across the state line to Wright Town, outside Fort Smith, deliver the merch, and get paid.”
“How much you two earning?” the pig asked her.
“Ten G’s,” she answered.
What the fuck is wrong with her. The stupid bitch gave him everything. Damn it, she may have signed our death certificates with her confession. The Columbians don’t fuck around.
“Faggot, you’d begrudge me five to keep your sorry, honky ass out of jail? No, you gonna pay.”
“You bitch,” I said. He smacked me with an open hand, and I hit the pavement again. My cheek burned, my chest constricted, and my eyes only concentrated on the black pavement. I didn’t dare to cast a glance in his direction. The man hit me like you hit a woman, didn’t have the decency to close his fist.
“She’s polite, appreciates her position,” he said. “You need to learn some manners, cracker boy. We’re all going to your house. She’ll drive the car, and you’re gonna ride with me. Drive slow, miss, don’t lose me. If you do try and lose me, won’t go well for you, worse for cracker boy.”
He helped her up. When he’d shut the doors, the compartment, and trunk, he handed her the keys and said something to her. I had no idea what, but she turned her attention in my direction. She smirked her shit-eating grin, the one which clues me to my worthlessness. Always this smile cut to the quick, emasculating like a knife through balls.
Fucking county-mountie pulled me to my feet, slammed me into the fender of his car, and then tossed me in the front seat. The pig got into the driver’s seat. He picked up the mic, put a finger to his mouth, and then opened the mic.
“This is Deputy Weller, signing off for the weekend.”
“Alexander, I’m supposed to remind you about the ceremony on Monday,” the disembodied voice was soft and sexy.
“I don’t like this fuss,” he said.
“Don’t win the medal of valor every day, Alex. One of the perks is attention. I’ll certainly be paying attention to you.”
“And what would your husband say.”
“He won’t say jack all,” she laughed. “He’s scared shitless of you.”
“Yeah, one of these days, Angela, I’m going to test you out. Will Ralph be present when I do?”
“Yeah, all eyes will be on you and that magnificent body of yours.”
“You guys find a goddamn room, will ya. And Weller, keep away from my wife.”
“Well, signing out,” the black cop said. “I’ve fucked the other deputy’s wife, at least, a dozen times.” He reached over, grabbed my neck, and pulled my face into his crotch.
He honked the horn, put the car in drive, and fished his cock from his pants. The crabapple-sized prick head touched my lips. Switching hands on the wheel, he clutched my neck, squeezed, and pushed me onto his cock.
If I’m honest, I craved his nigger cock. I opened my mouth, acted unwilling, but took his leviathan way down my throat and tried to best my wife’s sucking of him. This monster god throated me in a brutal assault. I had to close my eyes. Things just moved too fast not to make me sick. The force he used humiliated and thrilled me.
The first stream exploded when his cock had drawn back. The chunky spooge blasted across the roof of my mouth, a viscous glob struck my uvula. More streams filled my mouth before he shoved my head down and his cock disgorged the heavy glop down my throat.
“Good girl,” he said. Yanking me off his cock, he tossed me, like a used sack, against the passenger door. “I’m not going to mix words, bitch, give me trouble, and your wife pays a bad price. Your ass belongs to me; you’re my little snitch, boy.”
“Are you fucking kidding me? You can’t do this to us,” I had worded my protest in the poorest of ways. His humongous black hand grabbed the back of my head. Without any effort, he slammed my face against the dash of the car. Blood dribbled from my broken nose, “I’ll do what you want. Don’t hurt Joan.”
“You’ve a generous wife. Don’t let her down and find her ass beat when you get back, you fucking, faggot pussy.”
“You’ve no idea how hard this is for me.”
“Yeah, really hard for an inferior redneck looser, whose a pretend racist. You dream of blacks fucking her, fucking you, you birdshit cuckold.”