Out on Parole

"Mr Jackson," Sue turned back to him as he closed the front door behind them. "I need to talk to you about..."

"Whoa, whoa. Calm down, girl. Have a seat. Move over, Laurence."

Laurence made room for Sue on the sofa and she sat down, looking over at the television in the corner. A blonde nurse was talking to two black men next to an empty hospital bed. It seemed to be some kind of soap opera with the worst acting she had ever seen.

"Let me squeeze in there," Jackson said to Sue, pushing her over to the middle of the sofa so that she was sat between the two men.

Sue wondered why he didn't choose to sit in the armchair, instead of squashing up next to her. Then her attention was taken by the image on the television screen. The two men began tearing at the nurse's uniform, ripping it off her and leaving her naked but for her stockings and suspenders. Sue realised instantly that they must have been watching some kind of pornographic film rather than a soap opera.

"Mr Jackson," she said, trying to ignore the image in front of her. "I need to discuss..."

"Hold on, girl. Let's just watch this scene, huh? Then we'll have a little talk."

Sue looked back to the television screen and suddenly gasped. The two black men on screen had pulled off their clothes and were now standing naked beside the blonde girl as their hands groped her all over. Sue had never seen a hardcore pornographic film before and she had certainly never seen a penis as big as these two men had. Phil was her first and only lover and she had no idea that it was possible for a man to have equipment that size.

In spite of herself, Sue could not draw her eyes away from the action on screen. The nurse was now sprawled out on the hospital bed, her legs akimbo, as one of the men came up to her and pressed his erection at the lips of her vagina. In one quick movement he thrust it deep inside her and she screamed. Seconds later the other man positioned himself beside the blonde girl's head. She reached out for his manhood and began licking it all over the shaft then she took it in her mouth. Sue felt herself becoming wet and hoped that Jackson and his friend would not notice her arousal.

Suddenly, Sue felt Laurence's hand on her knee, then further up her thighs, gently caressing her. She felt glad that she had taken to wearing ankle length skirts and roll neck sweaters since her previous meeting with Jackson. At least these wandering hands would not have easy access to her private parts. She tried to gently brush his hand away, not wanting to cause offence and start a scene. As soon as she had succeeded in getting his hand away she felt Jackson reaching over her shoulder to cup one of her breasts.

"You know," Jackson said, gesturing to the television screen as he rubbed his fingers against her nipple. "You ought to be doing this sort of thing. Body like yours, you'd be a natural. Better than wasting your life as a parole officer."

She pulled him away only to find Laurence's hands active once more. She grabbed him by the wrist with one of her hands then took hold of Jackson's with the other. This still left both men with one hand free and they made the most of them. Laurence reached down to lift her skirt up until it was bunched around her upper thighs, giving him the chance to feel between her legs, rubbing the back of his hand against her wet panties. Jackson pulled at her sweater, hauling it up until her bra was visible. He then sidled his fingers up beneath her bra and felt the warmth of her firm breast. Sue couldn't believe this was happening. The two men playing with her, groping her while she sat squeezed in between them on the sofa.

When the doorbell rang, Laurence and Jackson drew their hands back and Sue jumped up as if she had been shot, striding to the far end of the room and readjusting her clothing. Her breathing was heavy, her face flushed. More than anything she felt embarrassed that Laurence must have known how aroused she was when he felt the dampness of her panties. Jackson cursed and would have left the bell unanswered but for the fact that a couple of guys were due to come around soon to do a deal. He didn't want to lose out on his business just because he had some horny white bitch on his hands. He switched off the TV and walked out to the front door.

Phil Chambers rang the doorbell again, looking furtively over his shoulder at the teenage gang across the street. He didn't want to wait around here anymore, not alone in his car. He would just get Sue to hurry up so they could leave. She had said it would only take two minutes and she had already been inside for at least ten.

"Who the fuck are you?" Jackson said when he saw the skinny white guy with glasses standing nervously at the door.

"Uhm, I'm a colleague of Mrs Chambers. I need to speak with her."

"Ah, shit," exclaimed Jackson, letting him in and closing the door behind him. He figured that he wouldn't get the chance to fuck the white girl today, but at least he was sure she wouldn't make a complaint against him. He would have told the man to fuck off and then go back and do the girl but he didn't want to put himself in shit with the parole office.

"Some guy from your office here to see you," Jackson said as he went through to the front room.

Sue looked behind him to see her husband standing there. She didn't know whether to be angry or pleased at his presence. A couple of minutes before she had been so turned on that she was about ready to give up struggling and let the men have their way with her. She wanted to find out if they were as big as the men in the film. Of course she had heard all the rumours about black men, but she had thought they were just a myth, a way of making them seem different, dangerous to white people. Seeing the film had made her wonder whether the myth was in fact true.

She had been moments away from succumbing to their lust and to her own. She would have been unfaithful for the first time in her life, but now her husband was here and she was glad she had not let them go through with it. She wondered if she should leave now, right away, with Phil. She still needed to ask Jackson a few rudimentary questions for her report, but she was worried that if Phil went back to wait in the car, the two men would be all over her again, and this time they would not stop at feeling her up.

"Mr Jackson," Sue looked at him. "Is there anywhere I could talk with my colleague in private?"

"Sure," he said. "Go through to the kitchen. But don't take too long, you hear? I got a visitor coming round soon."

He showed the couple through to the kitchen and closed the door behind them. On impulse, instead of walking back to the front room, he stood by the door and listened in.

"Phil, you shouldn't have come in like this."

"You said you'd only be a couple of minutes. I don't like the look of that gang outside. I think they're building up the courage to come over to the car and rob me or something."

"I still need to ask Mr Jackson a couple of questions."

"Okay. You want me to wait outside?"

"No," Sue said quickly. "Stay here. Just keep pretending you're my colleague. If anyone found out I came here on a visit I'd probably be out of a job. It would be even worse if they found out that my husband joined me and pretended he was a parole officer as well. Just keep quiet and make out that you're a trainee. Don't say anything, okay?"

"Sure," Phil said.

"Remember, it's my job at stake here, and you know how much it means to me."

Jackson laughed to himself then sauntered back into the front room and told Laurence what he had heard. The pair of them then waited for the married couple to come out of the kitchen. He pointed Phil to the armchair and told him to take a seat then he gently pushed Sue back onto the sofa and sat down next to her, squeezing her in once more. Sue looked over nervously at her husband for a moment, but then thought that there was no way that the two men would try anything with a man they believed to be another parole officer present in the room.

"Say, man," Jackson looked over to the armchair. "What's your name?"

"Phil."

"Phil. Right. So, Phil, you don't mind if we go back to where we were before you interrupted us do you?"

"No. Go ahead," he replied, hoping that Sue would get on with things so that they could leave. He was getting nervous about the way the two men stared at him. He had never been this close to a criminal before, and had certainly never been in one's house.

Sue looked quickly from one to the other of the men. Surely they weren't going to carry on groping her now? It was almost with relief that she saw Laurence reach across her to pick up the remote control and switch the TV back on, rather than reach over to pull up her skirt. Then she realised how bad it would look when Phil saw the film they were watching. What would he think?

Phil stared at the screen in amazement. He had seen plenty of porno movies in his youth, but he had never watched one in front of a woman. The man had implied that they were watching this before he came in. How dare they exhibit this filth in front of his wife? He was about to say something when he noticed Sue shake her head with a pleading look on her face. He kept opening his mouth, about to speak, but eventually decided to leave it. He shrugged his shoulders and looked back to the television screen.

Two black men were fucking a blonde white woman at both ends. He had seen one like this before himself. Afterwards he had spent weeks jerking off to the images of their big black cocks pounding the white girl's pussy and mouth. It had been the most erotic thing he had ever seen. Occasionally, when he had problems getting an erection with his wife he would remember the video and it would instantly make him hard. The girl had looked a lot like Sue and he used to sometimes imagine that it really was her, that she had fucked those two black men herself. It never failed to turn him on.

Sue began to ask Jackson questions about his employment prospects and other things she needed to know to fill in her report. She was grateful that he answered her questions and made no move to stop him when his hand moved down her back against the sofa and began rubbing the cheeks of her ass. At least Phil could not see what he was doing, which was what she was most worried about now. When Sue had all the information she needed she asked Jackson if he would be willing to show her some evidence that he was looking for work.

"Like what?" he asked gruffly, not having looked for a job in his life.

"Oh, just newspaper cuttings of jobs advertised that you've applied for, that kind of thing."

"Right, right. Okay," he said. "I got some stuff in the kitchen. You wanna come through?"

"Yes," she said, rising from her seat, happy that she would be able to make a decent report on him.

She left Laurence and her husband in the front room while she followed Jackson into the kitchen. He closed the door behind her and grabbed her by the hips, mashing his mouth against hers. She felt his tongue force itself between her lips as his hands grabbed hold of her ass, pulling her towards him. She felt his cock pressing against her belly and instantly an image of how big it must be came into her mind. While he kissed her he grabbed hold of her skirt and lifted it up around her waist. One hand reached around the back of her panties, his fingers probing the material covering her pussy. She felt him rubbing against her clit and her knees went weak with anticipation and fear.

Jackson broke off the kiss and gazed deep into her eyes. Then in one sharp movement he ripped off her panties, tearing them at the side as he exposed her bare pussy. Sue knew that the time had come. All those disturbing dreams were about to come true. A black man was going to rape her, not in her office, but in the kitchen of some dirty, drab little house. Her body trembled in expectation at what was about to happen to her. What would her husband say? Immediately she grew fearful for him. What if he tried to stop the inevitable – rushed in here to save his wife's honour? They might beat him, or worse, maybe even kill him. She looked intently at Jackson and begged him to leave her alone. The man grinned at her for a second then appeared to be making up his mind about something.

"Okay. I'll tell you what I'll do. Give me your bra and let me suck on your titties. Then I might let you go."

Sue quickly reached up behind her sweater to undo her bra then handed it over to him. She had no way of knowing if he would stick to his word but it was worth taking the chance. She had nothing to lose anyway, knowing that he could just tear off the rest of her clothes right now if he felt like it. She had never known a man so powerful, so animal-like before.

Jackson pulled her sweater up around her neck, feasting his eyes on her firm, luscious tits. He gently rubbed the palm of his hand against them, until her nipples hardened. Then he swirled his tongue around the areole for a few moments before enveloping the whole nipple in his mouth. He sucked on her left tit while squeezing the other one with his hand. Sue let out an involuntary moan and felt a powerful heat rising in her lower belly. For a moment she wished that he would do it to her after all but then she remembered her husband. She let Jackson play with her tits, sucking and groping them for a couple of minutes. Then she abruptly pulled away from him, rearranging her skirt and pulling down her sweater.

"Please," she implored him. "You promised?"

"Did I?" he asked then laughed when he saw the look of horror on her face. "Yeah, yeah. Okay. You ain't gonna tell Phil about this, are you?"

"No, honestly. I won't tell him, or anyone else. I promise."

"All right then. Let's you and me just go back in there and pretend like nothing happened. We'll sit around for a couple of minutes and then you can go. All right?"

"Yes, yes. Whatever you say."

Jackson opened the kitchen door and let her go through. Then he picked up her discarded bra and panties, stuffed them in his pocket and followed her through to the front room. Phil looked up at his wife as she came in the room, almost disappointed that she had finished her business. In spite of himself and the situation, he was enjoying watching this dirty movie. In fact, he was a little concerned that the two men might notice his erection when he stood up. He felt a little relieved when his wife sat back down. He hoped she might have one or two more questions to ask. Jackson sat next to Sue then reached out a hand and pressed down on her thigh. He grinned at her then called out to her husband.

"You know Phil. You must be very lucky working with a woman like Mrs Chambers. I bet she really gets all you guys going with her sexy body."

"I don't think you should be referring to your parole officer in that fashion," Phil reprimanded him sharply. Watching a dirty movie while she was in the house was bad enough, but he wasn't going to put up with that kind of talk.

"What's the matter? Don't she put out for you? I bet she does with the other guys in the office. Or maybe it's just the ex-cons. Or maybe it's just the black ex-cons. Which is it?" he asked, turning to Sue. "Is it black meat you like best or what?"

Sue looked helplessly at Jackson, silently imploring him to not say any more.

"I think we'd better leave," Phil said, standing up sharply.

"Hey, man, don't get all riled up. We should be the ones angry with you. Me and Laurence here were just about to fuck this bitch when you come to the door. And she was dying for it, let me tell you. Weren't you sugar?" Jackson reached his hand out to feel her tits, naked now beneath her sweater.

"How dare you! That's my wife you're talking about. Take your hands away from her!"

"Your wife, huh? You mean you ain't no parole officer like you said?"

"No. I'm her husband."

"Well, well. I wonder what the parole office would have to say about all this? Seems like your pretty wife would be in a whole mess of trouble if I was tell her boss what's been going on."

"Don't give me that. You'd be in plenty of trouble too. You'd go back to jail for a start."

"Maybe, maybe not. What do you think, Mrs Chambers? You want to risk it?"

Sue looked helplessly between the man and her husband.

"What do you want?" she asked Jackson.

"Well, for starters. Let's get this skirt off you," Jackson said, pulling at the buttons on the side of her skirt.

"Stop!" Phil shouted, striding over to the sofa.

"Wait!" Sue yelled back at him. "Leave it, Phil."

"What?" Phil shook his head in confusion. "What do you mean, wait? Don't you know what they want? They want to strip you naked and fuck you. Don't you realise that?"

"She realises it fine," Laurence said. "That's what she wants. She's been wanting it for a long time, and now she's going to get it."

"Phil," Sue begged. "I can't lose my job. Please, just go back in the car and wait for me."

"No. No way. I know you can't want this."

"Don't be so sure man," Jackson pulled Sue's bra and panties from his pocket and threw them at her husband. "She wanted it before you got here. Watching that film got her all horny, you know. Seeing those big black dicks and wondering what it would feel like. She couldn't wait to get her underwear off."

Phil looked at the matching set of bra and panties in his hands. They were definitely Sue's. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Could it be true? He looked at his wife for some kind of confirmation that it was all a lie, but she looked down into her lap and said nothing. Phil staggered back to sit down in the armchair. He heard the noise of the blonde girl onscreen moaning in orgasm while the two black studs fucked her. Her screams of pleasure sounded genuine. The girl wasn't just an actress. She was a woman who loved being fucked by black men. Just like his wife.

"Phil," Sue said. "Please wait outside."

"No. If you want them to fuck you, I'm going to watch every minute of it, you little slut."

"But, Phil..."

"Enough of this shit," Jackson said sharply then nodded to Laurence and the pair of them grabbed at Sue's sweater and pulled it up over her head.

Phil's eyes opened wide as he saw his wife's naked tits come in to view. Her nipples were hard. The two men leaned down to fasten their mouths on her tits. He saw the look of pleasure in her eyes as they teased her nipples with their tongues then began to suck them, drawing the firm fleshy mounds between their lips.

Moments later Jackson stood up and dragged Sue from her seat. Suddenly he bent her over the edge of the sofa and lifted her skirt up around her waist. Laurence moved towards the centre of the sofa and began groping and squeezing her naked tits as she stood bent over him. Jackson unzipped himself and pulled out his cock. He grabbed Sue by the hips and pressed his hard on up between her legs, teasing her pussy, letting her feel the length and hardness of his cock.

Phil saw how aroused she was, how much she was looking forward to having these men do it to her. He wondered how many other men had fucked her during their marriage. He had no doubts now that she wanted this. His erection was still there, straining against his pants. He tried not to admit to himself that this was even more of a turn on than the porno film, much, much more.

"You dirty whore," he hissed at his wife. "You want his dick inside you don't you?"

Before she could make any reply she felt Jackson's cock enter her. Her eyes wide open at the shock of it. She had never felt her pussy this filled up before. The sensation was amazing. As he began rocking back and forth against her she suddenly realised that he wasn't inside her all the way. Each time he thrust forward he went in a little deeper, stretching her tight pussy like never before.