Men With Big Dicks and the Women Who Fuck Them - Vol. 4

Misty Wolf didn't need to look at the speedometer. She flicked on her lights and hit the gas, checking her side-mirror as she entered the highway in lazy pursuit.

She mostly hated doing speeding tickets. It wasn't why she joined the **** but she'd drawn the short stick this morning. She was a trooper, though. She could hang.

The driver pulled over once he finally noticed the flashing lights in his rear view. Just missing pissing her off by a few seconds where she could make this stop a lot less pleasant than it had to be. Misty punched in the license plate number of the car into her computer and then called into the dispatcher to give them a code that she was making a traffic stop. Then she got out of her squad car and strolled up to the passenger’s side window of the sedan and leaned down to peek inside.

She blinked and leaned back, crossing her arms. "You mind asking your... wife to stop so we can complete our business, sir?"

The woman's brown haired head bobbed atop his lap, no doubt about what was going on here. The man, mid forties, well-built, white with an expensive looking dress shirt, smirked at her like she was asking for his order at McDonald's or something. That pissed her off. Misty was suddenly ready to pull both of these yuppies out of the car and give them a real fun time-

"Certainly officer. Sue?"

The dark haired beauty who wouldn't look out of place on the cover of a glamor magazine looked a bit dazed as she pulled back, her makeup smudged. But Misty barely gave her another thought because jutting out of her husband's fly was a cock that made her gasp out loud. This fine upstanding citizen was hung bigger than she'd ever seen before. She had been with a brother or two who were big down there but this one was huge, massive... a fat white cock on a whole nother level.

And just like that the power dynamics of the situation completely shifted. Misty may as well have just pulled over her own captain, the mayor, or hell the fucking governor! She also felt a wave of arousal centered in her loins like she hadn't just had a nice time with her boyfriend just last night!

"Ah...um.." she didn't know what to say and she felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she was suddenly tongue-tied, not at all prepared for the traffic stop to go this direction, "Uh...I'm sorry, sir...I"

"That's alright." His big hand took a hold of the base of his big cock, "I think you know what I want you to do, officer."

She licked her lips. Yea. She did. Well aware of her big butt in these unflattering uniform pants with her bulky equipment belt about her waist she bent over and stuck her upper half into his window. She was too embarrassed to say anything. Instead she breathed in his nice cologne and took the thick shaft into her hand and started kissing the head. This cock was huge and Misty wondered if she could even open her mouth wide enough to take him in. She didn't care. She was definitely going to try. A man like this? With a cock like this? He deserved getting her A game. Least she could do for interrupting the road head he'd been receiving from his wife. No wonder he'd been going twenty over.

She felt him lean over and heard the sounds of him making out with his wife as she worked him over, starting at the tip and then running her pliant tongue down underneath the length of his cock until she reached the base and then back up again in long slow motions. Blowjobs weren't her thing but she gave them on the regular provided her man ate her clam but she never felt the need to put much effort into it. Having a fine ass black woman like herself with her mouth on your dick should be all you need. But she pulled out all the stops for this well-hung man. She pressed her tongue hard against his rigid pole, and as it began to pulse in her hand, she used one hand to cup his swollen sack in his pants and the other to stroke as she slipped her lips over his bulbous head and took him inside her warm mouth. The deeper she took him in, the wider her mouth expanded, and he was so big that she could barely get a fourth of him past her moist lips.

"You got a boyfriend?"

She popped off his cock but kept stroking as she told him, "Yes, sir."

"He got anything worth a damn in his pants?"

Misty felt only the slightest flicker for Darren at the moment. Right now all that mattered was this man's pleasure, "No, sir! Not like you."

"You know what would really get me off right now, officer?"

"Tell me, please."

"Let him know that exact sentiment right now."

Misty took a moment, stroking his monster cock with a long pull, kissing and licking the bulbous head. Then she smiled and met his eyes, "No problem, sir!" She enjoyed putting emphasis on that 'sir'.

She stopped sucking him but kept up a slow steady pull on his cock as she reached back and retrieved her phone. She snapped a picture of his fat cock with her hand grasping it, the ring she wore prominent, ensuring Darren would know it was her.

She texted it to him and then immediately called him. She was a bit nervous about his reaction. She was pretty sure he would understand but she recognized it still might do irreparable damage to their relationship. She loved Darren but she was also fully prepared to let him go over this. This big man's pleasure was more important. If Darren couldn't handle it, he could kick rocks.

The phone stopped ringing as her boyfriend answered, "What's up?"

She smiled, meeting the man's eyes as she held the phone with her cheek to shoulder and used both hands to work his cock, "Hey babe. I just texted you a pic. Check it out for me."

"Yea. Okay. Hold on." he responded, none the wiser to what was really going on. Misty took the opportunity to go back to sucking the massive cock. She had to open her mouth wide to capture his head in a way she never had to with Darren's normal sized penis. She slurped loudly, not caring if Darren heard. He was certainly going to know what was happening in a moment and she had little doubt that this man appreciated her efforts.

"Woah. I..." Darren trailed off, clearly having seen the pic.

"Yea. That's right, babe. I just pulled this guy over for speeding and he flashed me this. I guess you know what I'm doing right now."

The line was silent for a long moment before Darren managed, "...uh.... yea....I-"

"Save it, hun. He also wanted me to let you know something. That black dick you got between your legs?"

Darren was silent, waiting clearly unable to find his voice.

"It's not worth a damn. I was fucking disappointed...." she trailed off letting it linger as she went back to smiling at her well-hung citizen and sucking his dick. She came off him with a loud pop, smacking her lips, "... when I reached down that first night and didn't feel much of anything going on in your pants. After all that fronting! You best believe I love you, babe, cause I stuck with you after that piss-pour fucking you gave me."

The line was silent. Darren no doubt didn't like hearing that but it was the truth even if she'd embellished for the sake of this man's pleasure.

"This fine stud's about to fuck me on the side of the fucking road, babe. I just... hope you realize he told me to say all this to you." Seriously, she needed Darren to realize that if she had any hope of saving their relationship after this.

"That's enough." Remarked the man and Misty hung up on Darren, "You mind turning on your lights and sirens and escorting us home?"

Misty Wolf grinned, "No, sir. I suspect you're going to have me protect and serve you when we get there?"

"That's right, officer."