Call Julie

Emma looked up from the bed and was startled by the sight of the telephone. Quietly she padded over to the dresser where the phone lay and dialed Julie’s number, all the while watching the door, afraid that Anaconda or Jimmie would come in and find her. It rang and rang and rang. Damn it, Julie, she thought, pick up!

Seven miles away, in a well-kept suburban home, Julie lay in bed next to her husband, unable to sleep. Call me, Emma, she thought. It was about that time her cell phone vibrated. She got out of bed and walked into the bathroom, closed the door, and turned the faucet on, hoping her husband would not hear her.

On the other end of the phone, just as Emma was about to hang up, Julie answered. “Emma,” she whispered, “What happened? Where are you?”

Emma had no time for explanations. “Just come and get me,” she responded, “Please hurry.”

“Tell me where to go,” pleaded Julie.

Emma looked out the window. “The street sign says 14th Avenue, I think,” Emma said.

“You think?” said a nervous Julie. “I need an address.”

“The other street sign is…Maple,” said Emma as she looked into the early morning dusk.

“I’ll be there in 15 minutes,” said Julie, “Get to the street corner.”

Emma put on her bra, blouse and heels but was still naked from the waist down. As she quietly dressed, she failed to see a patrol car pull up in front of the house.

“1-Victor 17,” said the officer into his microphone, “I’ve got that van used for the getaway from the club spotted. I’m going in.”

Emma was creeping through the darkened house, making her way out. She passed Jimmie, snoring loudly in one bedroom. Anaconda was sleeping on the couch, still naked, his giant black cock the size of a baseball bat. Emma stopped for a moment, remembering how his cock felt inside her. A warm feeling invaded her loins. Do I really want to leave, she thought?

As she was turning the door knob, getting ready to leave, a deep bass voice called out, “Going somewhere, lovely lady?” It was Anaconda, awake all the time.

Emma froze. “Not going anywhere, are we,” he asked suspiciously. “I thought you wanted another taste of my cock. Well?” Off the couch now, he walked to her and placed his massive hands on her shoulders. In one motion he lifted her up and, holding her in the air, lowered her onto his now-rigid cock.

As he began to fuck her, he whispered to her, “Tell Anaconda what you want. What does every white married wife want?”

Overtaken now by pleasure, Emma cried out, “Please, I need your cock, just please, please give me your cock!" she begged. And he did. How Emma could such a large cock was still mystery but take it she did.

"Yes, oh gawd, yes,” she continued, “I want that cock. I can take it....ohhh!" she cried as she came hard on his big cock buried inside her.

Then it was time for Anaconda to cum. Emma’s pussy was soaked with his jism and soon it was dripping down her thighs. They leaned against the door for support.

It was that moment that things came crashing down. A loud voice called out, “This is the police. Open up!”

“We gotta’ get out of here,” said Anaconda, and he lowered Emma to the floor, grabbed her by the arm and rushed out the back door into an alley. They made quite a pair, a naked seven foot tall black man and a white woman, clad only in heels and a blouse. When they got to the street corner, a blue Acura pulled up in front of them. It was Julie.

“Get in,” she said, “More patrol cars just came around the corner.” As she spied Anaconda in her backseat, his cock flopping back and forth as he ran, she quipped, “Is that for me, Emma?”

Just shut up and drive thought Emma.

Back at the house the police had figured out that Jimmie did not match the description of the man at the club. One patrol car, arriving a few minutes late, noticed a blue Acura leaving the scene, driving at high speed. He was able to see part of the plate number. A7W he wrote down.