Comeuppance

The violent riot was being put out with hoses and dogs and SWAT teams. The white protestors, who from everything Emily could see had instigated the riot, were on one side of the wall of police, while the local Black population convulsed in anger on the wrong side of the equation. It was hard for Emily to watch.

Her savior was an older Black man with a stocky build. He watched the riot implacably, but Emily could see the sorrow and anger in his eyes.

"Thanks for saving me," she said lamely.

"Perhaps I shouldn't have. I used to be the mayor of this city. I hate to see what is happening here."

Mayor?

"What's your name?" Emily asked.

"Moses Jones," he responded simply. She'd heard that name before. Hadn't grandpa prosecuted him? Probably best not to mention that, she thought.

"Well, thanks again," she said.

"You should probably make do tonight. I have a couch you can crash on. This shit," Moses said, motioning to the chaos across the street, two levels below his apartment, "won't be over anytime soon. And for a white woman, best to be off the streets."

It was sage advice. Emily went in, crashing on the couch. He had an efficiency, sparsely furnished. Emily passed out, exhausted.

***

She awoke at 3 a.m. She went to the restroom, opening the door to find Moses there, in front of the sink, tugging on the biggest, fattest cock Emily had ever seen. She just stared at it, her nose finally processing there was still smoke from the riots infiltrating the apartment.

"Are you just going to stare, or do something about it, cracker?" he asked crossly.

She stared for a moment longer. This was her penance. Her comeuppance. She was wrong, she knew. Wrong to come to the protest. Wrong to believe what she believed so strongly. She gingerly lowered herself to her knees. Moses watched as she gripped his cock, wrapping her lips around the tip.

"Fuckin' cracker," he said, his anger fading. Emily sucked, unskillfully for a formerly frigid white woman, sucking at the big cock with soft pink lips. She jerked on it mostly, while he castigated her as a cracker and honky, before he finally blew a thick load onto her face.

"Sleep like that, cracker," he ordered her. And for the first time, she wanted to obey a Black man.