June -- A Snitch In Time
Officer Smith uses Pat to bribe a snitch
Officer Smith sighed deeply as he eased himself down into his worn office chair. He had been on the run all day and was grateful for the familiarity of his station house desk and chair. He tuned out the clattering typewriters, ringing phones and raised voices that were common fare in his workplace. He slowly closed his eyes and without conscious thought his mind filled with images of his most recent escapade with Pat and Violet.
A vivid picture popped into his mind of the two white wives kneeling before him worshiping his big black cock. His tired mind brought back the picture of his dick buried to the hilt in Violet's warm moist mouth as Pat licked his balls. He could even remember Pat's husband Steve using the video camera to record the scene as Violet's husband looked on.
Across town at almost the same moment Pat was thoroughly enjoying a hot bath. Suds floated on the water scenting the area with lilac. As she stirred the water washed gently across her nipples reminding her that it had been some time since her last sexual encounter with Officer Smith. She enjoyed sex with her husband Steve but it lacked the additional thrill that she felt when Officer Smith directed her to act like the slut she was.
Pat had given up trying to understand her behavior or the enjoyment she derived from having sex with strangers. Even more unfathomable was the jolt she received when the strangers were black like Officer Smith. She suddenly pushed the suds away from her breasts so that she could see the tattoos across the swell of her breasts. Over one was the word "Black" and across the top of the other breast the tattoo read "Owned".
As she contemplated the tattoo she decided that she really was not "Black Owned". It was more like "Black Addicted". She loved having sex with one or more black men. Oh white men were okay too but when the strangers were black her heart beat just a little faster.
That's probably why she felt that the Queen of Spades tattoo just above the crack of her pussy was totally appropriate. She simply loved the sensation of a black cock penetrating her anywhere and being used as a receptacle for cum. If that made her a slut then a slut she would be.
As long as she was rewarded with sexual satisfaction and her husband did not mind what was the harm? She knew for a fact that her husband Steve not only did not mind he encouraged her because he enjoyed seeing his lovely blonde wife having sex with strangers. And, like Pat, he enjoyed it more when the strangers were black. The more the merrier.
Pat lay back in the warm water and as she did so she allowed her legs to spread apart and felt the warmth caressing her inner thighs. It was almost as if she could feel her legs being spread by a man's body as a phantom lover sought to insert his rigid cock into her pussy. Her fantasy was interrupted by the sound of a lawn mower passing just outside the bathroom windos.
As Pat relaxed in the tub her husband Steve had finally beaten the lawn mower into submission. The damn lawnmower had been it's normal cantankerous self this afternoon when Steve had tried to start it. As he rode it round and round in ever smaller circles he smiled feeling pride in his accomplishment.
He allowed his mind to wander and, as usual, the first thing that came to his mind was his wife Pat. He was so lucky to have found such a beautiful woman whose likes and dislikes so closely mirrored his own. Even after several years he was unable to understand his need to watch his wife having sex with strangers. He still wondered about his strange feelings from time to time but he generally tried to just go with it.
Meanwhile, back in the precinct house, Officer Smith was struggling up out of his chair and had just mustered enough energy to go home when the damn phone on his desk decided to ring. Determined to ignore it he began to turn away when he paused to consider. In his line of work you never knew what to expect from a ringing phone. It could be a long lost friend, his boss or even one of his street snitches. Reluctantly he reached for the handset and gruffly answered "Third Precinct. Officer Smith. What do you want?"
For a moment there was mostly silence on the phone. Just as Officer Smith was about to hang up the phone a soft voice said "I've got a tip."
"What did you say? Who is this?"
A little stronger this time the voice said "This is Bennie and I've got a tip for you."
"Bennie you little weasel I haven't heard from you in some time. What kind of tip could you possibly have for me?"
"You know that guy you have been asking around about? I know where he has been crashing for the past day or so but I don't think that he will stay there much longer. He moves around a lot you know."
Officer Smith's heart began to beat just a little faster. He had been trying to get a handle on a new pusher that had moved into his area over the past month or so. This guy was a fast mover and he had established himself in no time at all. He thought to himself "I really want this SOB."
Still trying to sound nonchalant and almost disinterested he asked "What info do you have for me Bennie? I don't have all day. I was just fixing to go home so this better be worth my time."
Bennie chuckled to himself. He knew for a fact that Officer Smith wanted this guy bad. "Let's not play games. I have something that you want. Now I want to know what I can expect in return."
Thinking quickly Officer Smith ran through his options. Cash was always a good bet but Bennie ran a small pawn shop in a rundown rough and tumble neighborhood. He always seemed to have enough cash. Besides, from the sound of things Bennie was expecting something big for this precious little tidbit.
What could he possibly offer in trade that Bennie could not get for himself? He really wanted to nail this asshole and this was the best opportunity that had come his way. Then it hit him. If money would not work then the next best thing he could offer was sex and he knew just where to go to get Bennie some classy sex. He had a source for quality sex like Bennie had probably never seen before and might never see again. Pat!
"Bennie, I can get you a quickie piece of ass from the prettiest most well built blond white wife you will ever see but only if your information is top drawer."
"Would the address of his most recent crib be good enough? Last I hear he was still there."
"Bennie if your information is accurate I'd almost be willing to have sex with you myself."
"No thanks. I believe that I'll take the white woman instead. I ain't never had me no white meat. Do they fuck the same as a black girl?"
"You know that they do but there is something about a white woman that makes them different. I speak from experience with this one. Her husband encourages her to fuck black strangers and she is more than willing to do so. There's one thing though."
"What's that? Is she sixty-five years old or something like that?
"No she's choice but you have to let me film you when you use her. I'm collecting pictures for a calendar I plan to have printed. If the pictures turn out I'll use one for the June page. You'll be famous and all your friends will want to buy a copy. Just think. You'll have photographic record of the time that you got to fuck a beautiful white woman. So! Do we have a deal?"
"Yeah I guess so. Where and when?"
"Give me about an hour. We'll meet you at the picnic area just down the street from the high school."
When Bennie grunted his agreement and hung up the phone Officer Smith was already reaching for his notebook to find the number for Steve and Pat.
When Steve answered he blurted "I need Pat right away!"
"You need Pat? Who the hell is this?"
As Officer Smith settled back into his chair he made a major effort to get himself under control. "I'm sorry Steve. This is Officer Smith and I just had a major break in a case so I'm in a bit of a hurry."
"Wow! That's great but what does that have to do with Pat?"
"That's just it! I promised her to a snitch of mine in exchange for information."
"Wait! Just wait a damn minute. You promised my wife to a snitch of yours in exchange for information? Maybe you better take a moment and explain."
After Steve had heard Officer Smith's explanation of what had happened and why he needed Pat to help him out Steve remained silent for a moment before replying, "Okay. What you want sounds erotic as hell. I'll try to convince Pat to do it while you are on the way over here."
"All right, I'll tell her what she has to do when I pick you up but you need to start getting ready. I've got to go by the house to get the cameras. I'm hoping that I can get some pictures for the June page of the calendar. I'll be there in about forty-five minutes."
Pat rose from her bath and wrapped herself in a soft fluffy bath towel and walked into the bedroom. Almost immediately her husband came rushing in saying "Officer Smith will be here in about an hour. He wants you to wear a dress without any underwear. He's using your body to pay off a snitch."
Pat's jaw dropped and she simply stared at her husband as if he was the main attraction at some sort of freak show. "Does he now?" she finally replied. "Isn't this all just a little rushed? You might want to explain just what's going on dear."
As she listened to Steve's explanation Pat's excitement began to grow. It had been a couple of weeks since she had any strange cock and whatever Officer Smith had in mind usually turned out to be interesting.
