Interracial Erotic Stories

He ticked the names off on his fingers. "You remember Jermaine Riley, don't ya? And Antonio Jones? And I know you remember Cleotis Jackson, Manuel Ortiz, Big Otis Gaines..." Tom racked his brain for a moment. Then the import of the names came rushing back to him. Dupree saw the look on Tom's face. He threw back his head and roared with laughter. "That's right, Tommy-boy," he said. "They all men you arrested and sent to the joint. I found ten of `em. Its gonna be a reg'lar class reunion, with yo' wife as the entertainment." "Oh, God,,," Amy whimpered. "Please...don't let them..." Dupree winked at her. . "Don' worry, bitch," he said. "I tol' `em they couldn't kill you. Or cut nothin' off. Don' want my merchandise spoiled. But other'n that..." He laughed again. "You might get banged up a little." He grinned at Tom. "Specially when they see her in yo' cop uniform. It's gonna remind them of old times." Tom started towards him, but suddenly Dupree had a gun in his hand. The smile was gone. "Now don't do nothin' stupid, Tommy-Boy," he said. "She gonna get fucked, whether you live or dead.." He stood up. "Time to go." This time it was Tom in the back seat with Tanya holding the gun on him. Dupree sat up front with Amy. They had no sooner pulled out of the driveway when Dupree turned to her. "We better get you warmed up," he said. "Take out my dick and suck it while we drive." "Yes, Daddy," Amy whispered. She ducked her head down below the level of the seat. Tom couldn't see what she was doing, but he heard the soft hiss of a zipper going down. Then Tom heard soft slurping and sucking sounds and Dupree's grunts of pleasure. "Yaaah..." he said softly. "Thass right...suck it good, bitch." Tom looked out the window so he didn't have to catch Dupree's smirk reflected in the rearview mirror. But he couldn't escape the sound of Amy's soft moaning as she serviced him. "Listen to her, Tom," Tanya whispered. She seemed to delight in torturing him. "She really does love sucking cock...now that she's learned what real a cock is." She reached over and dipped her hand between his legs. "And you love listening to it, don't you? Your little dick is as hard as a rock." Shut up, Tom screamed at her in his mind. But he kept silent. Tanya massaged his dick slowly, still smiling. Tom gritted his teeth to keep from making any sound that would let her know how good it felt. But the combination of her expert stroking and the sounds from up front were driving him out of his mind. Finally, he couldn't contain himself any more and his hips began squirming. The evil blonde chuckled deep in her throat and took her hand away. "No, Tommy," she whispered. "Not yet. Not before the show." They drove through the streets for a long time. The houses and businesses became shabbier, and the faces of the people hanging out on the streets went from all-white to mixed, to black. Young men hanging out idly on the corners gave the car hard looks as they went past. Finally, they pulled up in the parking lot of a small dilapidated building. The asphalt of the lot was broken and dotted with potholes and some of the windows of the place had been boarded over. The few intact ones were painted black. Loud pounding rap music came from inside. Dupree made no move to get out. "Jus' a second," he grunted. "Let Amy finish me off." He dropped his hands from the wheel to Amy's head in his lap. She squealed softly in pain as he yanked her hair. "C'mon, slut," he grated. "The boys are waitin'." Tom heard the sucking and slurping double in intensity, along with Amy's moaning. In a few moments he was grunting with climax, the animalistic sounds ending with a long sigh of pleasure. When he was done, Amy sat up. She put the cop hat back on her head as they got out. Tanya and Tom got out of the back. "Now," Tanya said, "We need to make sure Tom doesn't misbehave again and whack that little dick without permission." She took a pair of handcuffs out of her back pocket. "Put these on him, won't you, Amy?" Tom looked at his wife. Her eyes were smoky with that look of lust he had come to know and hate. There was a light sheen on her lips that Tom knew was the last remnants of Dupree's cum. She licked it off her lips with a slow sensuous motion. As she walked over to him, he could see that the crotch of her thong panties was damp with excitement. "I hope you enjoy this," she whispered savagely as she cuffed his hands behind his back. "I see you already are," he shot back. She didn't answer, but her hands on his wrists were shaking. They marched over to the heavy iron door of the old building. Dupree pounded on the door heavily with his huge hand, trying to be heard over the pounding of the music. After a moment, Tom heard the clicking of several heavy locks. The door swung wide. A short stocky black man stood in the doorway. He held a beer in one hand, and a smoking joint dangled from his lips.