Hate Crimes Inc. Ch. 03

All characters are adults.

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Making changes and keeping the change.

It took me a while to do the math but I recently discovered women fuck around on their men (and women) to 'trade up,' so to speak. Often that starter fuck don't do the job nomore, and it's time to make a change and keep the change.

I'm not clear about what happened to bring on the uproar but the Usual Suspects went apeshit and started a riot downtown. The whole police force turned out for the fun. In the event I stood behind my boss, Glenna Beck, formerly Glenn Beck.

So there was screaming and yelling and pushing and shoving, and one of the assclowns got caught up in the fun and pulled out his shiv. Assclown was in front of Beck at the time, and bought an express ticket to heaven compliments of me. Jesus Fuggin Christ on roller skates!

The knife fell outta Sambo's hand and vanished during the 5 alarm 911 clusterfuck that followed. Plenty of cops saw the knife but not one assclown or Beck, either. I went home for an unscheduled vacation while the great minds wrestled with the problem. It's when I met Darla.

Darla Kilgore was a neighbor in the apartment next door to mine. She was married to Richie Cunningham or his twin brother. Darla worked at the Supercenter as a cashier, days. She was twenty-nine with shoulder length brown hair. Five-four tall, and over one-eighty pounds. Her average tits didn't yet sag, they and their fat nipples dangled. No kids as yet. She was your average plain jane, who wore thick glasses, and who found a husband. Richie worked at her store, overnights, stocking hardware. Maybe they met at the store, I can't remember what she told me.

I was outside cleaning my car when we collided. She was toting bags of groceries into her apartment, and struggling with a large bundle of water bottles. Twenty-four pint bottles is twenty-five pounds or so. Good neighbor that I am I carried them inside for her. Richie was at his mom's house helping out. But I got a cheery thanks for the help, and I went back to my car.

I got done a little before noon and went inside to fix lunch, a tuna fish sandwich with some chips and a Diet Coke. About the time I sat down to eat the doorbell rang. It was Darla. "Could you open this jar for me?"

"Had lunch yet?" I asked.

"I was making lunch. Tuna fish. But I can't open the relish jar."

I twisted the lid open. "Fix yourself a plate, there's some sangria in the fridge," I said.

We ate and talked about shit. She loosened up after a few glasses of the wine.

"Mind if I ask you a question?"

"Shoot," I said.

"What do you think of the online date sites?"

"You wanting to sell some pussy?" I asked.

"We need the money, and a friend said it's a good way to make quick cash."

"What's your old man say?" I asked.

"He doesn't know," she replied.

I pulled a hundred outta my wallet and put it by her plate. "Come see me if you ever wanna give it a whirl."

"I thought it paid more than that," she said.

"That's a deposit," I replied. "You get the rest after, not before."

"Richie works tomorrow," she said.

"C'mon over, if he is," I replied.

"Mind if I smoke?" She asked.

"Go ahead," I said.

"Lemme go get em," she said and left.

I used the time to fetch a couple of joints. She didn't return immediately but was gone fifteen minutes or so. She'd changed clothes.

"Richie called and said he's be home later, his mom wants him to stay for supper."

She pulled out a cigarette and I lit it.

"Can I ask you a personal question?"

"Shoot," I replied.

"Am I too fat?"

"Too fat for what?"

"You know, too fat for men to find attractive?"

"Depends on the man, Darla. Some men, especially the brothers, love big girls."

Darla smiled and said "You're very astute." I cocked my head to the side and she smiled again, "I do get a lot of attention from black men. Dating black men is a fantasy. Do white guys like big women?"

"Sure they do."

"What about you?"

"I'd like to sleep with you," I replied.

She seemed pleased. But there was more. Her eyes betrayed a warmth. "Yuh really think so? Am I sexy?"

" Hell yeah!' I added.

"Don't flatter me," she said, then shifted position a bit and leaned forward. Her cleavage was more obvious with the top and I was looking down it. She knew it and showed me plenty.

I felt horny. I looked at her legs and feet, and thought about the whole package.

"I find you attractive now. I noticed her eyes boring a hole through me. I looked up and the next thing I knew she was looking at the swelling bulge in my jeans. I could not hide it and did not bother to try. She seemed pleased that my body was responding and not just my mouth.

Darla fumbled for another cigarette. I handed her a joint and lit it.

God help me, I luv the bottom feeders, and they're all bottom feeders when you offer the right feed.

"Yeah Darla, you're hot!" She smiled and it looked like a tear welled up in the corner of her eye. I figured now came the bawling and the 'you're so nice, ' but Darla had other things in mind.

She rose from the table and I studied her. Her shorts were tight. She had plump thighs and a really nice, bubble butt. Her loose tee-shirt was a couple sizes too large and the neck was old and stretched out so when she leaned over there was miles of cleavage inches from me. I stared at her tits as she displayed them for me. Seeing my reaction, the one on my face and the one in my jeans, she tossed her line in one last attempt to land her prey.

"Do you really think anyone would want me for money?"

In for a penny, in for a pound, I thought, then replied, looking her in the eyes. "Darla, you sold plenty of pussy before you met your husband."

She smiled but didn't respond to the question.

I rose, she took my hand in hers, and led me to the bedroom. "Get me stoned. I'm feeling depressed and wanna have some fun."

I acted innocent.

"I haven't had a buzz since I got married, and about now I think it's what I want most, besides getting laid."

I produced the other joint from my shirt pocket. We sat on the bed next to each other. She giggled and kept up the sex questions as the pot took effect.

Then "You wanna 'get naked' with a hot wife?"

"Yes."

She smiled at me, took another hit off the joint and said "You need to be careful."

"Of what?" I responded.

"The cop."

"What cop?" I wondered.

"They told me a cop lives here. I think they wanted me to feel safe."

"I'm the cop."

"You're shitting me!"

"I showed her my stuff."

"Oh my god!"

I looked at her and she went dead serious on me. "What now?" She looked at me and studied my reaction to her question.

"Wanna fuck?"

Darla took my hand, looked at me and whispered, "Do you want me?"

I did. I leaned over and we kissed and it was hot. She took my hands and put them on her tits. "God that feels good," she whispered in my ear as we explored each other's mouths with our tongues, and I kneaded her tits. She felt my cock with her hand.

"I can't believe I'm doing this. Don't you ever breathe a word to anyone."

We lay back on the bed and kissed passionately. I grabbed her tits and pulled on them hard and she sighed. She unfastened my belt, unsnapped my jeans, and pulled my zipper down. Then pushed her hand inside my underwear and gripped my fattening cock. "Oh my God, that feels so good," she huffed under her breath.

She took the lead. "Take off my shirt," she commanded, and I did. Her tits felt nice. "Take off my bra, baby."

I unsnapped the four metal stays, one hand mind you, and her tits fell free. Her puckered and swollen nipples were dark and hard and stood tall. I lifted first one tit, then the other, to my mouth.

She placed one hand on the back of my neck and guided me to the right tit, all the while her left hand pulled at my underwear. I sucked a nipple into my mouth.

While I sucked her nipples, she freed my cock and slid her hand under the bottom side of it, then gently pulled at it. "Goddamn baby, you're quite a big man there."

I dropped her tits and pushed my jeans and underwear past my hips and slid off my sneakers, letting my pants fall to the floor. I stepped out of them and peeled off my tee-shirt, now totally naked before my hot aunt. She smiled at me. That done, I tugged at her shorts and had her naked in no time.

Her belly was fleshy, but her snatch was pretty, and hairy in just the right amount. I pulled her naked body to me and pressed my mouth against hers, my tongue wanted to stroke her tonsils. Then she pulled me atop her, where I hovered over her and kissed her as she guided my cock into her wet pussy. "Oh yeah baby, fill me up with your cock."

Two shoves did it, our pubic bones were pressed together tight. She squirmed and put her hands on my ass to hold me close. I pulled back then pushed back into her till we touched again.

She gasped for air after a few minutes.

"Had enough?" I wondered.

"No, baby, fuck me," she hissed in my ear and smiled. Darla let go of my ass while I kept the rhythm just right. She soon lifted her tits from the sides of her chest and held each up for me to suck while I pumped her. I licked, nibbled, and sucked on each nipple until she made moaning sounds.

She moved her head from side to side and closed her eyes as her orgasm took hold. "I'm cumming baby, I'm cumming," she whimpered as she surrendered to the feelings. Her face turned red and her mouth opened from the the pleasure. I pumped her y harder and she came for me and soaked the bed under her ass. My balls felt wet and warm as she did it.

I slowed and she lay under me trying to catch her breath. She still held one tit in each hand and I went back to sucking them. "Bite my nipples honey." I did and she orgasmed again as I kept the rhythm going until she sighed from her second nut.

I lay beside her. "Get on me Darla. I want those tits smacking me in the face." I pulled her onto me, she mounted my cock, and slowly fucked my cock.

"That's some cock!" She said as we fucked and talked.

She came again and collapsed onto me. I put my arms around her then moved my hands to her ass, and helped her raise herself up on her palms to dangle her titties in my face. I licked and grabbed each one with my tongue and lips as she swayed them back and forth.

"I'm gonna cum!"

"Cum in me honey. Fill me up, baby. I've wanted you to make love to me for a long time sweetie. Give it to me." I grabbed her ass hard, she moaned "Yeah baby, grab my ass," and I began to fill her hot, tight, cunt with cum. She held herself upright on her palms and swayed her tits back and forth in my face as I filled her full.

She slowed her pace and let herself down onto me when I was done. Then we kissed again. "Can I stay here a while?"

"Sure."

"I want you to come in my mouth and on my face before I go."

My cock got hard again.

"I need a drink of water."

I pulled her mouth back to mine and licked her lips and chin before she got out of the bed.

When she was back in bed I lit another joint we smoked together. Somewhere along the way we fell asleep. I awoke with my cock in her mouth. It was dark outside. "Lemme taste your cum."

"I wanna lick your cum off my titties. God, you make me so hot! I can't believe we're doing this "Oh God. Fuck me. Cum on my face honey. Make me feel like the slutty woman I wanna be."

"Get on your knees Darla" She crawled off of me and knelt on the floor by the side of the bed.

I rose and stood before her. "I my cock and suck it." She swallowed me almost to the balls and looked up into my eyes as she sucked and Ied my cock. One hand held onto my ass as my cum built. "Oh fuck, I'm close."

"Cum for me honey. Cum all over me. I wanna taste it and lick it off my titties. Wanna see me do that, baby?"

I Ied my cock until I felt the semen on its way to the head. It felt glorious as I spurted onto Darla's face and dribbled onto her chin. The second shot hit her lips and nose, she opened her mouth wide, looked into my eyes, and said, "That's right, cum all over me!" The next wad hit her cheek, and finally all over her tits. She never let her eyes leave mine.

Done spurting, she swallowed my cock all the way down. I felt her throat muscles massaging the head. Then she let my cock fall from her mouth and held up each tit to lick the cum off it. She sucked each nipple into her mouth. She did the trick with the right titty, too. I lay on the bed where she buried her face back in my crotch and sucked the head of my Clay.

"Mind if I kiss you?"

She was covered with cum. I pulled her to me and kissed her. She then kissed me and got busy cleaning cum from my skin when we were done. My cock got hard again.

"You own my pussy, if yuh ever want to do this again." She leaned down, kissed me, and whispered, "Baby, as far as I am concerned, I am yours. You can do whatever you want with me or to me whenever you want."

"Bull shit," I thought.

I pushed her off of me, lay her on her back, opened her legs, and held them in my hands. I sucked her toes and licked the bottoms of her feet. I held her in that position as I pushed my cock in her again. We fucked for several minutes. As her orgasm built she moaned, "Fuck my horny pussy honey. Cum in my horny pussy. Fuck it baby. Fuck me."

I did.

"Now, I think a bath is in order. Wanna come over and bathe me?"

"No. Don't forget your money." I handed her the second hundred.

Two days later I was still at home on suspension. I wasn't bored, I have plenty of interests and a few friends. The wife of a work-friend called me, to stop by asap.

Elizabeth Jones was 41 with short brown hair and gray eyes, five-six, 140 pounds, size 6. I thought she looked good in tight shorts.

I parked on the street, another car, and my friend's car were on the driveway.

It thundered but not close-by.

I rang the doorbell and Elizabeth let me in. My work-friend, her husband, was on the floor dead. Another woman was present. Elizabeth was crying.

"What happened?" I asked.

After the tears stopped, and she blew her nose, the story continued:

"I killed Clay," she said.

Elizabeth wore a skimpy nightie beneath a quilted housecoat.

"I hope I can trust you, because I can go to jail for a long time if you don't help me, I'll be ruined; do you understand?" She asked. I had a good view of her cleavage, and her knees weren't exactly touching.

"Tell me what happened."

"Clay went fishing and I invited Melissa over. Then Clay came home before I expected, and raised hell about Melissa. He screamed and told me to get out, and I shot him when he threatened to make trouble for Melissa."

"You girls were in bed when he came in the house?" I asked.

"I freaked. You gotta help me!"

"Okay, so what's in it for me?" I asked.

"You wanna fuck us is what you're after?" Melissa interrupted.

"Sure," I replied. "Unless you got enough money to interest me. Besides, you might like it." I never figured Elizabeth for a carpet muncher. I never figured her to stray.

"I will,"Elizabeth said promptly.

"How often?" Melissa asked.

"At least once," I replied.

"Okay," Melissa agreed. As it turned out she wasn't my type. She was a girl only another girl could love.

"I need one of you to follow and drive me back," I said.

I took Clay to an abandoned quarry and left him there with his car. I kept the pistol Elizabeth used to kill him.

To be continued.