Warning:
This story contains ethnic slurs but not as a means of racial vilification but as a means of expressing a sexual fantasy stereotype that some women entertain deep down. That 'BBC' does have its attractions. I can tell you from personal experience ;)
David Cashmore dosed in the passenger seat of his wife's custom yellow BMW M4 Coupe. He was wearing an Armani dinner suit with the tie removed and the collar open. He had drunk too much at the wedding reception and he and his wife Michelle had fought.
She had drunk her fair share of champagne too and had flirted openly with some of the men at the reception. She was wearing a red figure-hugging satin sheath with a plunging neckline and a side split that went from hem to hip. The dress had cost two thousand dollars which David didn't mind so much but it barely covered his wife.
Michelle was wearing fifteen denier flesh-toned sheer to the waist seamless pantyhose under her dress and transparent, whispy-thin, full-cut nylon panties over them to hide any visible panty line and not spoil the lines of her dress. Her brassiere was equally diaphanous; being childless her breasts were still pert and needed little support.
When Michelle walked, the side-split opened up revealing her magnificent legs from ankle to thigh and whenever she leaned forward her perky globes were openly displayed, her nipples could be easily discerned through the slinky fabric of the dress. She was sex on legs.
In response to Michelle's open coquettishness David had chatted up one of the bridesmaids. She was a pretty little airhead whom David had no interest in but David listened to her vacuous small talk, standing too close and occasionally reaching out and touching her affectionately like one might pat a dog.
Michelle retaliated by letting a handsome young man steer her outside into a garden nook concealed by rose bushes under the pretext of sneaking a joint. The man was talking earnestly to Michele with his hand on her hip staring dotingly into her emerald-green eyes as Michelle concentrated on rolling the blunt from the baggie of marijuana she had produced from her purse.
Michelle had no interest whatsoever in the vapid fool who thought his incredibly good looks and inherited wealth entitled him to lay claim to any women who took his fancy. She was amused that the idiot didn't try to hide the erection tenting his trousers as if his engorged cock was some kind of trophy. She lit the joint, took a toke and passed it to the imbecile who was trying hard to get into her panties.
Michelle loved David and they had both worked incredibly hard to obtain the things in life they wanted and to climb to the top of their respective businesses. They loved each other passionately; almost too much, so much so that they sometimes teased each other to garner more affection from the other.
The ensuing fight had been short and bitter. David calling Michelle a shrew for duping the tiresome young Lothario and she calling him a dolt for teasing the pretty air-headed ditz. The reception was winding down in any case and they had a long drive ahead of them.
"Are you ok to drive? We can get a hotel? Do you want to change first?" David had asked Michelle as she stumbled in her Louboutins when the valet delivered her car.
They had both brought a change of clothes in a small suitcase on the back seat; comfortable travelling clothes and sneakers.
"Just get in and shut up David. I'll take the back roads," when Michelle climbed into the coupe her dress opened wide enough to show a glimpse of panty and all of her long legs which the valet appreciated as much as the twenty dollar tip she gave him.
David fell asleep when Michelle turned onto the secondary road that would take them home. The route would take longer but in the early hours of the morning there wouldn't be any traffic and Michelle was a lot less likely to be pulled over and be given a sobriety test.
Michelle looked over at her handsome husband and sighed. Teasing the dolt in the garden and seeing the effect she had on him had turned her on but she would never admit it. Seeing the man's erect penis pushing against the fabric of his dress trousers had caused her to become a little moist.
She was pissed at David. She didn't want an argument. She wanted David to express his jealousy by taking her roughly bent over the waist-high brick wall in the nook garden. Claiming her as his possession by using her for his pleasure in a place where they might be seen and not caring if they were.
The gusset of Michelle's pantyhose absorbed the vaginal secretions the image had induced.
David began to snore and Michelle became angrier. She cursed and put her foot down a little harder on the gas pedal. She pushed the BMW up to 100MPH, nearly twice the legal limit.
*****
Delray Higgins and Joseph Washington sat in their cruiser enjoying the peace and quiet that was about the only dividend of working the graveyard shift.
They were both seasoned Highway Patrolmen in their early forties and by now should have risen through the ranks and have comfortable daytime desk jobs but the truth was that they loved being out on the highway protecting and serving.
There was also the little glitch that both Delray and Joseph had a string of misconduct offences in their jackets, the most common being unlawful search and seizure and use of excessive force. Delray was a sandy-haired white man who was six feet of muscle that was turning to fat from too many rest stop burgers and 12 ounce Budweisers. Joseph was four inches taller than Delray and had been a college jock who kept up a workout routine in his home gym. He liked to look at his oiled-up dark-skinned muscles in his full-length mirror while he curled weights.
Both men were divorced and had been screwed in the settlements and as well as being best friends, they both harboured a dislike of what they called 'sassy women'. An example being their shift sergeant who was a young-thirties attractive black woman with a fine figure, big ass, big tits and shapely legs which she liked to show off in her tailored police uniform. Being office bound she wore a skirt and nylons rather than pants and strutted around the office with her head held high with a 'don't fuck with me' attitude.
"That bitch needs someone to fuck the sass outta her," Delray Higgins growled at the end of every pre-shift briefing and Joseph Washington always gave him a high five in return.
Their respective ex-wives were also on their list of sassy women. The women had enraged their ex-husbands by getting it together: having some work done on their bodies, joining a gym, undertaking expensive beauty regimes and marrying handsome moneyed businessmen.
Delray was dozing in the driver's seat and Joseph was studying his iPad and had his airbuds in. He was watching a porn video he had downloaded where a gorgeous voluptuous white business woman was being ravaged over her office desk by a well-endowed black man. The premise being that the woman, dressed in a navy-blue short-skirted business suit, nylons and fuck-me heels, was unjustly berating a subordinate in her office until he finally cracked and threw the woman on the desk, tore out the crotch of her pantyhose and began to fuck her viciously.
Being a porn movie the woman had at first protested and then finally succumbed when the huge black member being thrust in and out of her juicy cunt began to trigger her pleasure centres and she stopped fighting the man and began to encourage him.
It was cliché but it was the kind of porn that got Joseph off. He had a whole library of the stuff downloaded on his iPad. There was no wifi or mobile coverage out on the country roads where he and Delray patrolled. Joseph liked white women, pantyhose and lingerie and fucking hard. As he got older he still did ok around the singles bars of Balwyn Texas but finding women who were willing to wear pantyhose when he fucked them was getting harder.
Delray was dreaming of his ex-wife, recalling their wedding day or more precisely their wedding night, when he had thrown Marie on the big hotel bed and ravaged her in her wedding dress. She had protested and pleaded with him to at least let her take off her nylons and heels but Delray would have nothing of it. He liked fucking his wife in nylons and heels and she stopped complaining real quick when he put his head under that white lace tulle dress and lapped her pussy.
He often thought that maybe if their sex life hadn't tapered off to a quickie once a month they might still be married.
It was just then that Michelle Cashmore's BMW blew past the police cruiser.
Joseph dropped his iPad in his lap and snatched up the radar gun and clocked the BMW at 105MPH. He dug Delray in the ribs.
"Lights and siren buddy we got one," Joseph growled.
