Chapter 6
Bianca was waiting on the street corner when she saw Louis come by in his black-and-white squad car. She knew he was going to be angry. Damn, mean, fucking angry. The chief had undoubtedly told him about her transfer to the juvenile squad, and if there was anything Louis hated more than teenagers, Bianca couldn't think of it.
Louis pulled the car to the curb and Bianca hopped in quickly, then they sped off, slipping into the heavy evening traffic.
"Just what the fuck do you think you're doing?" Louis demanded, his big hands clutching the steering wheel as an outlet for his rage. "When the hell did you decide to transfer to juvenlie?"
"It was a spur of the moment deal," Bianca said, lighting a cigarette and trying to appear calm. "I just thought I might be able to do more good there."
"More good?" Louis asked, almost shrieking. "What the fuck good can you do with those smart-mouthed, vicious little bastards?" "I'll think of something." Bianca allowed herself to smile as she lowered the window a few inches and blew smoke out. She would certainly think of something to do with the kids Louis despised.
Louis pulled the car over and chased some leather-jacketed kids away from a drug store where they had gathered. Bianca, too, stepped out of the squad car but didn't get involved. As she watched her husband work, her mind began clicking away, devising something exciting to do.
Bianca had changed into tight-fitting denim jeans that were fashionably faded and a white halter top. Her tits, unconfined by a bra, jiggled seductively as she moved, and her nipples pointed out clearly. If one looked closely enough in bright light, even her pinkish areolas could be seen faintly. Her long, gleaming black hair was pulled back and tied in a pony tail.
When Louis had finished his task, he returned to Bianca and she cocked a finger for him to follow her. They walked down the street and she stepped into a telephone booth. Louis looked at her, saying nothing. He still hadn't caught onto what his wife was up to.
Without a word, Bianca turned and faced Louis, then knelt on the floor of the phone booth. The bottom half of the booth was plastic and the top half was clear glass, so Bianca was hidden from view unless someone was standing very close to the booth.
"What the fuck are you up to now?"
"Get in and close the door, dummy!" Bianca spat, feeling devilish and daring. "I've got just the remedy to loosen you up!"
Louis got in the booth and closed the door, it was crowded in there and he had to stand with his feet at shoulder width. Bianca's knees were actually behind him and her tits were pressed against his thighs.
"Do you want me to suck your cock, Louis? Huh? Can I suck you off right here in the phone booth?" Bianca rubbed his crotch with the palm of her hand, feeling the lump of cockmeat hiding in his blue uniform pants.
"I swear, Bianca, you're going insane. First you transfer to juvenile, then you want to give me a blow-job in a damn phone booth!" Louis looked at Bianca, then out at the sidewalk. He knew that if anyone saw him getting a blow-job, both he and Bianca would lose their jobs.
"I can't wait for your big prick," Bianca whispered breathlessly. "I really need it in my mouth. Honest, darling, I need your cock in my mouth. And what's more, I know you need to get off, too. You know what I can do with your prick. You know how I can suck it."
"This is fucking ridiculous."
Bianca ignored Louis's protests. She knew he wanted his cock sucked just as much as she wanted to do it. But what Louis didn't know was the extra excitement Bianca felt. To, for the second time in one day, suck a big cock when there was a very clear possibility that she would be caught in the act made her pussy moist just thinking about it.
With trembling hands, Bianca caught the tab of Louis's zipper and opened his fly. Reaching into his pants, Bianca pulled out his half-hard cock. It, like the chief's cock only hours earlier, looked especially pale in comparison to the dark blue of his policeman's uniform.
"Baby, I really need your cock in my mouth," Bianca whispered, stroking the prick. The skin was smooth and warm, comfortable in her hand.
"If you're going to do it, do it! The longer we wait here the greater our chances of getting caught are. So if you're goingJ:o...ohhhhhh!" Louis quit complaining when he saw Bianca's red lips split and capture the head of his prick in her mouth.
"Mmmmmmmmm!" Bianca moaned, whipping her tongue in circles around his sensitive cockhead as her lips squeezed tight around his prickshaft. She tasted the drop of pre-cum that oozed from the slitted tip of Louis's prick and the taste both delighted her and spurred her on.
Her right hand was wrapped around the root of Louis's prick. Her left hand was busy between her own legs, rubbing like mad at her pussy through her jeans.
"Ohhhh! Damn it, Bianca, you've got the hottest fucking mouth! I swear, someday you're going to kill me with that mouth you've got!"
Louis picked up the receiver of the telephone and held it to his ear, pretending to speak into the phone rather than to Bianca. His legs were flexed tight and he tried to relax and enjoy himself. Louis only managed to enjoy himself. Relaxing was definitely out of the question as long as his wife's hot, wet mouth fucked back and forth over his big, blood-engorged prick.
Pushing forward, Bianca took his fat cock deep into her mouth. She felt the flared knob at the end of Louis's prick slide over her tongue and against the roof of her mouth, then nudge the opening of her throat.
"Mmmmmm!" Bianca moaned again, gnawing on the shaft of her husband's prick with her lips. Then, pulling her lips slightly farther apart, she let her pearly white teeth sink gently into his hard cockmeat. Feeling Louis squirm a bit, Bianca knew she was giving him the kind of blow-job that those young hookers could never give him.
"Suck it! Suck my prick, Bianca!" Louis hissed into the receiver. He made a feeble attempt to look around to make sure that there were not any onlookers, but the bolts of pleasure coming from his prick and streaming through his body made the outside world seem to vanish.
Her clit was aflame with lust as Bianca rubbed her cunt. As the sounds of the traffic and the people outside the phone booth came to her ears, she was constantly reminded that she could very well get caught sucking a big hard prick. And that fact...that reality of ever-present danger...made Bianca all the more horny.
Bianca released her hand around the base of Louis's cock and bobbed her face forward even more. His round cockhead wedged slowly into her throat, expanding it, stuffing her throat to a point where most women would choke. But Bianca was like Linda Lovelace... she could take a cock, no matter how big or how thick, and shove it straight down her throat.
When Bianca's lips were curled around the root of his cock, she felt her clit get hotter and begin to itch. It was an early warning sign that her cunt would soon be spewing forth hot pussy juice.
"You cocksucking bitch!" Louis choked, feeling his own hot cum welling up and boiling in his balls. "I'm going to shoot soon! Fucking damn, I just can't hold back!"
A car horn blasted, jarring Bianca's senses. Was someone blowing their horn because they had seen her sucking a cop's prick? The thought of that filled her mind and she rubbed her snatch harder and faster, working her clit into a froth.
The horn was still blowing when Bianca began to shiver. Her lips were stretched tight around Louis's cock, chewing on the root of his prickshaft as her pussy oil streamed from her cunt. Bianca choked on the cock and pulled back, uncorking his prick from her mouth.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Louis screamed when he saw his wife release his prick from her mouth's loving embrace. "Suck it! I'm going to cummmmmmm!"
But Bianca hardly heard his words. Her eyes were closed and she was too intent on rubbing her cunt into a fantastic orgasm to worry about what her husband wanted.
Louis couldn't stop himself. He was so close to shooting his hot cum when Bianca stopped sucking his prick that he had little choice but to start pounding on his spit-slick cock, running his finger over the ridge of the prickhead, then down to the base of his trembling cockmeat.
The juice from Bianca's pussy exploded from her cunt. A big wet spot spread slowly between her slender thighs. The jeans soaked up the cunt juice as she rubbed hard against her pussy.
"Fuck!" Louis groaned as the opaque jism spurt from his dick, arching through the air. He pounded fast on his jerking, jumping cock and the cum spat from his cockhead.
"Shit!" Bianca spat when she felt a thick, hot blob of cum land in her hair. Turning her face up toward the spewing prick, a second eruption of cum smacked her on the eyebrow, running toward her temple and down over her eye. Bianca had to close her eye to keep the salty spunk from getting in and stinging. "Take it, damn you!" A third blast of thick, creamy jism hit Bianca's face, this one splattering against her high, smooth cheekbone and showing white against her tanned skin, sticking wetly.
Bianca lunged at Louis's prick, her mouth wide open, and caught his gushing cockhead in her mouth. The remaining blasts of cum splattered against her frisking tongue as Bianca sucked, rotating her face around the tantalized flesh.
"Take it! Take it all!" Louis said, his voice softer now, less urgent. Pushing his hips toward Bianca, he worked most of his cock into Bianca's hot mouth as she drew a tight suction on his prick, sucking every last drop of cum from his balls.
The scream that pierced the night abruptly ended whatever thoughts Bianca and Louis had of enjoying the afterglow of their mutual climax. Bianca's mouth was still filled with Louis's prick, which was still hard, when the shriek let her know their public tryst had been discovered.
"Let's get the fuck out of here," Bianca said, getting to her feet and pushing Louis, who still had his cock jutting out of his pants, out of the telephone booth.
The woman who had spotted Bianca on her knees sucking Louis's cock was in her late fifties and considered anything but fucking in the missionary position perversion. Her eyes were wide when she was pushed backward by Bianca.
"Get the fuck out of the way, bitch!" Bianca hissed, blocking the woman's view of Louis as best as she could.
Bianca was quite a sight for the old woman. The dark spot between her legs where her cum had been soaked up by the jeans was a vivid reminder of her climax, and jism was clinging to her tied-back hair.
Using the back of her hand, Bianca wiped the cum from her eye and started pushing Louis to his squad car.
"Idiot, get moving! I'll be okay, just get moving!"
Louis tucked his cock back in his pants and jumped in the squad. A moment later, red lights spinning and siren blaring, he sped off down the street. His heart pounded fiercely in his chest as he turned the corner, the tires squealing in protest at the sharp turn.
"Fucking woman is going insane and driving me out of my fucking mind!" he hissed. After going another block Louis turned his emergency lights and siren off. "I can't figure out what the fuck has come over her!"
Bianca ran five blocks before turning down a dark alley and finally losing the three young kids who had chased her. Hailing a cab, she returned home to take a shower and figure out what she could do next.
With the hot water cascading down her skin, Bianca spoke aloud to herself.
"Now that that's finished, I can start making time with some kids. The kind that Louis would really hate. Some young kids...maybe a couple...who hate Louis and everything he stands for just as much as he hates them."
Absent-mindedly her hand, holding a bar of soap, moved toward her pussy.