Stacy rode off in the back of the squad van, preoccupied with the task at hand. She didn’t even notice the other squad members gawking at her body. She was right, the skirt was too short. The skirt didn’t even cover her ass, revealing everything. Stacy kept crossing her legs, trying to hide any view of her shaven pussy. She didn’t know why she decided against wearing a thong, but now she thought it would have been a good idea. Stacy was a nervous wreck because not only was this her first assignment, but she was unarmed and up against the most notorious drug dealer in the Happy District. She realized for the first time everyone in the van except for the sergeant was black. In fact, most of the squad was black. She wondered why she got transferred to vice. The cold draft gave her goose bumps all over her body, her nipples sticking out from her bra. She felt very uncomfortable.
Her eyes darted around the van, trying not to reveal her anxiety. Her gaze came upon a tremendous bulge in one of the team member’s pants. She quickly removed her eyes and brought it upon another black man’s pants. To her surprise he too had a huge package bulging out of his pants. She noticed that all of them were packing big members and they were all staring at her body. An image of a big black cock flashed in her mind.
Suddenly, the van stopped. The sergeant came to the back of the van.
“Alright, man your positions.”
Everyone got out of the van and began their stakeout. Two undercover squad members were assigned to each destination. The closest they could get was one block away from the Pleasure Hotel. That was where the bust was to be made. Stacy walked down the street crowded with hookers and pimps. Every prostitute stood on six inch stilettos and mini-skirts that showed the bottom of their asses. Some wore fishnet garters to accentuate their slender long legs and sheer tube tops that hugged their big tits. Others didn’t even bother wearing a top; they just wore a small fur coat that barely covered their tits. But Stacy’s outfit outdid them all. Her lacey bra was see-through and her mini-skirt was shorter than theirs. All the hookers stared at her, watching her stumble on her stilettos. She never really perfected walking on heels. She was really nervous now, hoping someone would abort the mission. As she approached the Pleasure Hotel, she saw a young blonde squatting, sucking thick black meat right down her gullet. Stacy was taken aback by this. And there was at least still another good five thick inches just sticking out of her mouth. Stacy just stood there watching; she was awe-struck. She could tell the young blonde was having trouble with swallowing down that thick black cock because there were strings of saliva around her lips and choking noises came from her throat. But the prostitute kept trying; the look on her face expressed both surprise and determination from so much black cock she had taken down her throat, and so much more to go. The black man just stood there grinning down at her, occasionally thrusting more of his cock down her throat. He liked making her choke on his cock; seeing her expand her throat to accommodate his thick shaft and hearing her make gagging noises because she was so helpless. Stacy noticed the black man’s physique; he was very buff and very dark. But his black cock was even darker; it was pure muscle. Another image of big black cock flashed in her mind, this time she imagined herself sucking on it. The black man turned to her and smirked, shaking her out of her dream state. A hand grabbed her ass and she gasped, quickly turning around to see three giant black men standing before her.
“You want some of that?”
“What? Um… yes. I mean no! I mean I want to buy some drugs.”
“Damn, she’s going to jeopardize the mission,” said one of the team members over the radio.
“You’re a pretty one; hmm… you don’t look like no whore.” Brock said.
“I’m a… I’m new.”
“Is that right? Then you haven’t had the chance to try out some black meat!” Tyrone hollered while grabbing the bulge in his pants.
“Uh… well, I’m just here for the drugs.” Stacy was losing it.
“Why don’t you come up to the hotel, we’ll discuss it there.” Brock put his arm around Stacy and escorted her inside the hotel.
“We just lost visual contact.”
“We still have her on radio?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t like this. Tell her once she sees the drugs get the hell out of there.” The sergeant paced back and forth inside the van.
Brock, Tyrone, and Jamal walked right next to Stacy as they went up the stairs. She felt weak being pinned between these giant black men. They escorted her into a run-down room, the smell of semen jarring her senses. The room reeked of cum. She felt even more frightened. In the room there were three chairs, a small table, and a bed. Everything seemed matted with dry sperm, the floor, the table, even the bed sheets. The three black men sat down on the chairs.
“So, you wanna deal?” Brock asked.
