Out on Parole

"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.

"Yes, oh God. Yes, I want it. Oh, Phil," she looked at him. "It feels so good. I never knew it could be so..."

Suddenly she stopped talking as Jackson began pounding faster into her. Laurence continued playing with her tits with one hand while he unzipped himself with the other. When she saw the thick ebony cock pointing upwards out of his jeans she nearly screamed. It was ten inches of solid black marble. This must be the same as what was inside her now. It was so big, so black. She reached out to touch it, her hand shaking as her body was being pounded back and forth against the edge of the sofa.

Laurence grinned at her then kneeled down on the sofa cushions, getting as close to her as possible. Her hand gripped his shaft, squeezing it. He pulled her hand away then shoved his dick against her lips. She had never engaged in oral sex before. Not with anyone. She was apprehensive about having that thing in her mouth. It was such a dirty thing to do, but she wanted it. She wanted to taste it. Her mouth opened involuntarily and she felt the head of his cock pressing against her tongue. She licked it tentatively then began sucking on it, holding it by the base to keep from choking.

When Phil saw the big black dick pressing against his wife's ruby red lips he couldn't stop himself from rubbing his crotch. In spite of himself he wanted to see her suck it. He wanted to see her give this black man a blowjob right in front of him. When he saw her tongue flick out to lick the head he couldn't bear it any more. He whipped out his own cock and began to jerk off, calling her dirty names, under his breath at first and then louder and louder.

"Filthy whore."

Sue looked over at her husband playing with himself and began to take more of Laurence's cock in her mouth. The words of abuse Phil threw at her only turned her on all the more. He was right. She was a filthy whore, and she loved it. She moaned in her throat as she felt Jackson speed up his thrusts from behind.

"You dirty slut! You love being fucked. Don't you?"

Sue's moans grew louder as she felt Jackson's big black dick pummelling into her pussy. Suddenly her eyes widened as she felt him explode deep within her. The head of his cock expanded inside her as he shot his load, triggering her orgasm. She had never known a sensation like it. It was wonderful. She continued to suck on Laurence's cock. It made her feel so dirty, so dirty and horny. Jackson's cock was still hard inside her and she began to contract the walls of her pussy, forcing every last drop of cum out of his cock and deep inside her as her body shivered with lust.

"Oh, you love it. You love sucking cock."

She pulled her mouth away from Laurence's cock just as a fountain of jism covered her face, running down her cheeks, over her lips and chin until it dropped onto her bare breasts.

"Oh, you fucking lovely cock sucking dirty little slut!"

Phil shouted as he came, his juices spraying over the armchair and onto the floor as he looked in wonder at his wife, her body covered in another man's cum. It was the most intense orgasm he had ever had. He kept pulling at his cock, until his balls were completely empty.

"All right you two," Jackson said to Sue and Phil. "Get your clothes on and get out. I got some people coming round."

"But I thought..." Sue turned to him plaintively.

"You thought what?"

"I thought...I though maybe we could do it again."

"Yeah?" Jackson looked at her naked body, her pretty face and her big firm tits covered in Laurence's cum. Maybe he could go back to doing a little pimping on the side. He knew plenty of guys in the neighbourhood who would pay top dollar to have a ride on this white slut's pussy. "I tell you what. You come round later tonight, in a couple of hours. I'll make sure you get as much black dick as you need."

"Can I come too?" Phil asked suddenly, feeling his face blush as the words came out involuntarily. He wanted to see it again, see his wife fucked by a couple of big black studs.

"Now why would I want you around, boy?"

"I'll pay you. I'll pay you money," he offered desperately.

Jackson pondered the situation. He could drill a hole through his bedroom wall. Charge this white fool to watch his wife whoring with dozens of black men. The horny bitch wouldn't even want her cut either. They were going to make him a lot of money. And not only that, he could make sure the girl kept him out of trouble with the parole board.

"Okay then. I'll see you both at nine o'clock tonight," he said, smiling at the pair of them as he ushered them out the door. Phil Chambers sat behind the wheel of his car waiting for his wife, Sue, to come out of her office. The couple had arranged to meet here and then go in to town for a special meal. Tonight was the fifth anniversary of the day they had met at a Save the Environment demonstration. They were both studying at University at the time and were married before they graduated.

Phil saw from his window when Sue stepped out of the front door of her office building. He could see from her face that she was worried about something and he guessed that it had something to do with her job. Phil's father was a policeman and when he heard that his daughter-in-law was training to be a Parole officer he laughed his head off.

"Jesus. Sue? Oh my God. The ex-cons will eat her alive. She's about the most naïve woman I ever met."

"Yes, Dad, I suppose you're right," Phil had said.

"You ain't much better, but at least you're working with kids. That's about your level. Sue's too."

Phil hadn't liked his father's comments but he did agree that Sue wasn't cut out for this kind of work. Since she had begun six months ago, she seemed different somehow. Phil put it down to the stresses of her job and tried to encourage her to go into social work, like he did. Sue had told him that her work was very important to her, the most important thing in her life, and if he really loved her then he would never tell her to quit.

Sue opened the passenger side door and stepped into the car, kissing her husband on the cheek as she sat down beside him. She gave him a furtive glance then asked if he could do her a favour. Could they make a stop on the way? She needed to make a quick visit to one of her clients.

"Why do you need to make a home visit? I thought you were only dealing with people at the office for now."

"Yes, I am, but this guy, he's missed so many appointments. I have to make a report on him tomorrow and if I say he hasn't been turning up he'll be in violation of his parole."

"So? That's his fault, not yours."

"Yes, but it looks bad on my record. It's not the first time this has happened. Anyway, I don't want it on my conscience if he has to go back to prison, just because I didn't chase him up."

"What did he do anyway?"

"You know I can't tell you that. Suffice it to say that if he was a white man, he'd never have been sent down anyway, you know what I mean?"

"Sure," Phil said. He knew his wife had a thing about black men, about the injustices meted out to ethnic minorities. "I still don't think..."

"Oh please Phil. It won't take long. His house is on the way to the restaurant anyway."

Eventually he agreed and Sue gave him directions to the house. On the way there she began to feel a little apprehensive about the whole situation. She was still a trainee and hadn't yet made a home visit to any of her clients. She knew that you were supposed to be fully trained and accompanied by an experienced parole officer beforehand. She was also nervous because of the ex-convict she was about to see.

The first time Waylan Jackson had come in to her office was a week after his release. He looked her up and down, making grunting noises of approval. Eventually his eyes focussed on her large, firm tits and stayed there for the rest of the interview. When Sue came round from her desk to shake his hand and show him out, Jackson reached his own hand out and gently squeezed her on the left breast. Sue was too shocked by this to do or say anything, her silence registering consent in Jackson's mind. He reached up his other hand and felt both her tits, pressing hard on them as he looked down the front of her blouse at her billowing cleavage. He then leaned forward and was about to kiss her on the lips when the telephone rang, pulling Sue out of her trance. She pushed Jackson away and opened the door for him to leave.

On the next visit Jackson immediately apologised for his previous behaviour. He told her that she was the first white woman he had spoken to since his release from prison and that he couldn't stop himself touching her because she looked so damn good in her low cut blouse and short skirt and with that sexy body of hers. Nevertheless, he continued staring at her body throughout the interview and he gave her ass a pinch as she showed him out the door. When he left, Sue began thinking that she had perhaps been sending out the wrong signals, and that she ought to dress more conservatively. She couldn't help the firm, voluptuousness of her body but she could make it less obvious.

Jackson hadn't been the first ex-convict to step over the line and make inappropriate contact with her body. Two others had brushed their hands over her chest when she stepped past them while another had pressed himself against her ass while she was bent over her desk, checking his file. Sue had felt the man's erection and wondered for a moment if he was going to lift up her skirt and rape her, right in her office. Nothing happened that time but ever since then she had had a series of disturbing dreams wherein her clients, all black ex-convicts, were screwing her on her desk. What was most disturbing for her was that in the dream she always enjoyed herself immensely, having orgasm after orgasm.

It wasn't long before they reached Jackson's house. Phil parked the car outside and asked Sue if she wanted him to accompany her. She told him to stay where he was, that she would only be a few minutes. Then she kissed him, opened the passenger door and walked up the path to the house. Phil watched her approach. It was a dilapidated two up, two down with its windows broken and boarded up on the first floor. Phil saw the front door open, revealing a tall, muscular black man. The man smiled broadly at Sue and invited her in to the house. Phil noticed a gang of black teenagers staring at him and his car and hoped that Sue would hurry up so they could get the hell out of this Godforsaken area.

When Jackson saw his parole officer at the door he couldn't believe his luck. He had spent the week out of town, setting up a heist on a truck delivering cigarettes. The job had gone off perfectly, setting him up a stake so he could get back into his usual business of drug dealing. He had returned home this afternoon and was kicking back, smoking dope with his partner, Laurence. He knew he was in violation of his parole but he had the feeling that this woman would let him get away with anything. Jackson had been in and out of correctional facilities all his life and had met many parole officers. They always came in two categories: the officious ones who got off on the little power they had and acted worse than the prison guards, and then the do-gooder social worker types who treated you as the victim of society. Jackson hated both equally but at least with the latter he had some freedom of movement.

Jackson smiled at Sue and invited her inside the house. She was definitely a do-gooder. Hell, she had even let him have a good feel of her tits and ass. Maybe that was what she was here for now. Jackson knew a horny white bitch when he saw one. He had started his life of crime in the pimping game and always found it easier to turn white girls into whores. As long as he gave them a taste of his big black dick every now and then, they would do anything for him.

Jackson patted her on the ass as he opened the door to the front room and showed her in. Laurence looked up from the sofa when he saw the white woman step into the room. She had long blonde hair, just the way he liked it. Nice rack too, he thought, wondering if his partner had hired a whore for the night.

"Laurence," Jackson said with a wink. "This is my parole officer, Mrs Chambers."

"Oh right," Laurence looked at her again. He had heard all about her, not only from Jackson, but also from other ex-cons who were on her caseload. They all wanted to fuck her and thought that she'd be well up for it, the way she let them feel her up any time they wanted.