Date: Tue, 10 Jan 2017 13:20:07 +0000
From: Jesse Hunter <bpd1381@hotmail.com>
Subject: From Cop to Whore part 6

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I woke up in the afternoon.  My ass wasn't throbbing anymore.  But, my head
was.  The one I was supposed to do my thinking with.  I had one more night
to work before I was off for 3.  I stumbled toward my bathroom.  I looked
in the mirror.  I was bruised where Bobby had punched me and the cut looked
like it would heal quickly.  Still, I didn't want to go in to work.  I
needed to wrap my head around what I had been doing.

I loved being a cop.  I didn't really have anything else.  It seemed to
give me some purpose.  I liked to help people.  If I kept taking these
risks, I'd definitely lose my job.  Again.  I doubt there would be any
bouncing back from this one.  I called my Chief and asked for the night
off.  I told him I was still hurting and that Bobby had fucked up my face a
little bit.

"About that.  The Sheriff called me over to the County Jail to look at
Bobby's face.  Looks like someone fucked it up too."

"He fell.  A lot."

"I'll cover for you this time.  And you can have the night off.  Take the
time to reflect upon your poor judgement."

Oh I definitely would.  Just wouldn't have anything to do with that jackass
in the county jail.

I went back to bed.  I unplugged my phone from the wall charger and opened
my screen.  I checked my email, mostly junk.  I checked my Facebook, mostly
blocked by those dickheads I used to work with.  I played a game or two.  I
tried to avoid porn that day.  I really did.  After doing the crazy things
I had done over the past couple of weeks (culminating in 5 different guys
in one night), I really thought I'd try abstinence.  That lasted all of 26
minutes.  That's how long it took to get sucked into tumblr.

I discovered something on tumblr.  There were hundreds of sites dedicated
to white bottoms serving black tops.  Apparently, I was far from being the
only white guy who lost total control around a dominant black stud.  There
were several white guys out there claiming to be owned by what they called
a superior race.

Prior to this sexual awakening, I never thought of one race being superior
over another.  I grew up in a mixed school and everyone seemed equal to me.
I did notice more poor black people than white, but then I was poor too.

There was no doubt in my mind that Dontay was sexually superior to me.  All
of those black men and the two Latinos I had been with were sexually
superior.  The thought of being an owned bitch made my dick come to life.
I rubbed one out to a muscular white guy getting pounded by a slim black
guy.

I tried to resume a normal life during my off days.  I still jogged.  I
worked out.  I did the laundry.  I cleaned my gear.  But I was jacking off
more than usual.  And it was never enough.

On my last off night I decided to check out a place I had heard about.
There was an adult book store two counties over along the interstate.  I
heard it was frequented by a rougher crowd and a good place for a blow and
go.  It was only a 45 minute drive.  Why not?  I made the trek over.

I pulled into the gravel parking lot and scanned the vehicles.  A couple of
basic looking sedans, a four wheel drive Dodge Ram and 2 18-wheelers.  Meh,
looked like it might have been a slow night and I might have wasted my
time.  But I went in anyway.  Might at least buy a toy or something.

Going through the entrance did nothing to get my motor running.  It was all
heterosexual and lesbian porn from wall to wall.  I saw a couple of white
guys in this section.  They looked sheepish.  Timid.  Scared that I might
tell their wives that they were checking out the lesbian section.  Like I
even know those bitches.  I moved toward a doorway that looked promising.
Payday, it was the gay section.  Two guys were in there.  One looked to be
of Italian decent, maybe in his 40s.  The other caught my attention
immediately.  He was a slightly overweight black guy with massive biceps.
His short sleeve shirt (with the moving company's logo) revealed some
tattoos all over those muscles.  Nom nom nom.

Just being in his presence turned that switch in me.  He was in the gay
section so surely he wouldn't deck me if I tried.  Hopefully he would dick
me instead.  He was looking through magazines.  I went over to the movies.
I made sure he noticed I was looking at the interracial section.  I
pretended not to be paying attention to him.  Of course, for a second I
lost focus when I saw a cover of a video that had a white guy being spit
roasted by two black men.  I temporarily wondered if that's what I looked
like a few nights ago.  Mr. Mover brushed up behind me.  "That's a good
one," he said.  I turned my head to look at him and I smiled.  Then I felt
his hand go down the inside of my shorts to the crack of my ass.  His
fingers found my hole.

He started by rubbing his fingers on the outside of it.  I was going crazy.
Then he withdrew his fingers for a quick sniff test (of course I cleaned
before going there) and lubed his fingers with spit.  When he went back in
this time, he shoved two fingers in my hole.  I was holding onto the shelf
and panting.  The Italian was fixated on us.

"You gonna fuck him?  Fuck him here, right here."

I would have.  I was that worked up.  The clerk heard that and came into
the room.

"Nope.  Take that somewhere's else.  I don't need the law to come busting
up in here."

Oh, the law's going to cum alright.

Mr. Mover withdrew his hand.  "My truck is outside."  I followed him to one
of the 18-wheelers.  It was a sleeper cab.  That was convenient.  I climbed
up into it with him.  We layed on the bed and started kissing ,
passionately, while removing each other's clothes.  We spent a good 20
minutes exploring each other's mouths.  Then he did something I did not
expect.  He went down on me.  I'd have to say it was one of the best blow
jobs of my life.  And just when I was getting to the edge, he flipped me
over.  I thought he was about to start laying pipe but I got another
surprise.  His tongue on my asshole.  The rim job he was giving me was
driving me insane.

After he pulled his face off, he grabbed something from a drawer next to
the bed.  He handed me a small bottle that was labeled "pig sweat".  He
told me to take a couple of hits.

"I don't do drugs."

"And you still won't.  These are poppers.  Inhale them through your nose
and it will help open that ass up to me.  They ain't illegal.  They sell
'em in there."

I inhaled through each nostril while Mr. Mover was spitting on his dick and
my hole.  Holy shit.  Poppers.  Yeah.  If I thought I was a slut before....

He eased himself into me.  I was still on my stomach.  He was slowly moving
in and out.  I was moaning.

"Moan for me.  I love that."

I did as he asked.  I was all about pleasing him.  He was moving his dick
in and out slowly.  He wasn't trying to hurt me.  He was a gentle lover.
He picked me up and put me on my back.  I wrapped my legs around him while
he slid it in again.  He kissed me deeply while thrusting inside me.  He
was hitting my prostate in this position.  When he switched from kissing my
mouth to the side of my neck, I couldn't take it anymore.  I came between
our stomachs.  He looked down on me, smiling, "Good boy."

He flipped me over and continued fucking me on my stomach.  He was still
kissing the back on my neck, which felt amazing.  He started making a
grunting sound when he came in me.  He also bit me pretty hard on my neck
at the same time.

He flopped down in the bed and I got up and got dressed.

"You got a sweet ass, boy."

"Thank you, sir."

I made my exit from the cab.  I'll never look at those trucks the same way
again.  Just one more fucking thing to make me horny.

Before I left, I went back inside and bought 3 bottles of pig sweat.

To be continued....