Foreword
"I'm horny," Bill announced, and Judy could see the bulge in his pants as she slid to the floor. He would force himself on her once more as he did night after night during the course of their four year marriage.
Bill unzipped his fly and reached into his the pants of his uniform. His rapidly swelling cock pulsed excitedly in his massive hand. Drunk or sober, Patrolman Bill McGruff never had a problem getting it up.
He grabbed Judy's long blonde hair and forced her face into his crotch. She felt his hot cock, slick and slimy like a snake, slither against her cheek.
"Suck it, bitch," Bill roared, and Judy promptly obeyed, knowing the penalty if she refused.
She took her husband's mammoth organ between her lips and flicked the tip of her tongue against it. Bill held her head firmly now, shoving his hips back and forth, sliding his throbbing pecker deeply into her mouth.
Her lips closed around it. She lavished her tongue all over it, coating it with saliva. Bill was moving her head back and forth now, his pecker sliding in and out of her mouth as Judy lapped anxiously.
"Eat the bird, bitch!" Bill growled again, the effects of the hooch spurring him on to an even greater rage.
Judy sucked madly, lapping eagerly at her husband's pulsating organ. She brought her hands up and gripped the mighty pole at the base, tickling Bill's nuts with the other.
She tried to keep from trembling with fear. When Bill was in his cups, he was capable of anything.
Bill suddenly jerked Judy's head away from his crotch. She tumbled backwards against the sofa.
"You can't suck cock for shit, woman," Bill snapped drunkenly. "Looks like I'm gonna hafta teach you a lesson again." Judy began to quake with fear.