After dropping Chad off I started driving home. I went into deep thought about how careless I had become since encountering Xavier and Jawan. I was so distracted with my thoughts that I took a wrong turn. I didn't notice the police car parked along the side of the road either.
That's when I started rubbing my crotch as I became horny. Before I realized it I had my hand down my pants and two fingers in my snatch. The gooey mess those two black men pumped into me before oozed out like overflowing honey.
"God..." I groaned, letting my grip slip a little on the steering wheel. "Those bastards... Those black bastards did this to me..." I crooned, shoving most of that fertile cream back into myself.
The flashing lights and siren behind me snapped me back into reality.
I pulled over and shut my car off. Having heard stories of unarmed people being shot for making sudden movements in their cars, I did not move a muscle. I shivered and waited.
I heard the door of the cruiser slam and a minute later a loud husky voice spoke, "Miss? Do you know why I stopped you?"
I was so lost in thought and horny I really did not know. I shook my head, "I'm sorry sir I don't know." He moved up to my window with his flashlight. I couldn't see anything but his imposing outline.
"First of all," he began, "You were speeding in a thirty-zone. And second you swerved a couple of times. Miss, have you been drinking at all this evening?"
I got nervous, "N-No sir. I would never drink and drive."
"I see. May I see your license and registration?"
"Okay," I slid my hand out of my pants as he aimed his flash light towards my naughty act. Embarrassment washed over me as I reached for my glove box and opened it. The box of XXXL condoms I bought for Xavier and Jawan fell out. I could feel my cheeks turning beet red.
I grabbed my wallet and registration and turned to hand them over. My eyes met a huge bulge in his blue trousers. He was definitely endowed. It wasn't until he reached for my license and registration that I saw a black hand. My heart electrified at the sight.
"Oh my God!" I whispered.
He took the items and glanced at me, "Are you all right, miss?"
It took me a second to compose myself. "Yes sir. I just didn't realize..." And I shut up before I said something stupid.
He turned, "Okay then. Sit there and I'll be right back."
My pussy started to itch again, wondering if all black men had large cocks. The officer certainly seemed to be well endowed, and he was very black. When I heard the cruiser door slam shut again, my hand had found its way back into my pants.
I jumped when he spoke next to my window, "Boyfriend troubles, Brandi?"
I looked at his crotch again, "What? Why do you ask, Officer?"
His light shone on the condoms and then up to my hand in my pants. I heard a small laugh as his bright teeth flashed in the night, "Kind of obvious I think."
I giggled and brushed my hair aside, "Oh, that... A useless white boy left me high and dry tonight. Typical, right?"
"I'll say," He handed me my license and registration and caught my gaze, "Brandi, I'm giving you a verbal warning. Focus on driving safely, and wait until you get home to think about boys."
I tossed my stuff back in the glove box when he started for his car. Slamming my glove box shut I realized I was horny as hell and there was only one thing that would cure my itch. "W-wait! Officer?"
I jumped out of my car with my pants still undone and ran to the cruiser. He rolled down the window and looked up at me. "What can I do for you, Brandi?"
"Umm..." I knotted my hands together as I spoke, "What time... is your shift over?"
He smiled a bright white grin, "Just called off shift. Why?"
I looked around to see if anyone was on this dark deserted road with us, "Can we, um, go someplace so I can thank you?"
His smile got bigger, "Just doing my job, Brandi. Keeping the roads safe for lovely young ladies like yourself."
"Well, I mean..." I became a little bolder, sliding my jeans down a little, "I know that, but police take a lot of crap for protecting all people. And being black can't be easy either."
His tone became serious, "What's that supposed to mean?"
I really got nervous then. I pushed my hands into my pockets harder so my jeans slid down more. Now a hint of my trimmed mound came into view, "It's just that I see it at school all the time with the sports team. The black boys are heroes on the fields and courts, but off them nobody gives them the time of day."
He scratched his chin, "That makes sense. So what did you have in mind? To say thank you, that is."
"Well..." I went for it. I kicked off my shoes and pulled off my pants entirely, right there in the street. Tossing them in through his window, I rubbed up and down my now naked thighs, wearing only my shirt and my cute pink panties. "I want to offer you some prime white pussy, Officer."
His mouth fell open, and for a moment he just silently stared at my lily white body. Finally he looked back up at me and sternly said, "Get in your car. Follow me."
Excitement shot through me along with adrenalin. I ran back to my car and followed him. I saw him make a couple of phone calls with his cell phone as we passed along strange roads I'd never been on before. I had no idea where we were going but really didn't care. Despite his warning, my hand found my soaking wet pussy again.
About ten minutes went by when we pulled up to an abandon warehouse. I parked and texted my mother I would be home in the morning. I knew right then it was going to be a long night for me.
He walked up a few stairs to a door and pulled it open. I shivered, and not just from the cold air. He walked back to my window and stared in.
"Grab the condoms. All of them," he ordered.
I picked up the box of condoms and got out. He stood behind me and guided me to the stairs, palming my ass with his large hands.
It was dark inside and the officer turned on his flashlight. I followed him to a room. When he turned on the light switch the room glowed with several high intensity work lights. A filthy mattress lay in the middle of the floor, stained from god knows what elicit activities.
He removed his utility belt and dropped it to the floor, "So, you got the itch to try big black cock, Brandi?"
I bowed my head with my hands clasped in front of me. Twisting and turning shyly, "Yes sir," I said, "Can you scratch it for me?"
"Maybe, if I like what I see," He sat on a crate and folded his arms, "Strip for me."
There was no music in that grimy warehouse, so I played a tune in my head and started dancing. Twisting and turning and gyrating my hips, I removed my shirt and bra and threw them on the dirty floor. He really smiled as my pert breasts bounced out in front of him.
I danced over to him in only my pink bikini panties and unbuttoned his shirt. He leaned back against the wall as I knelt between his legs, "How bad do you want black loving, Brandi?
I started unzipping his trousers, staring into his dark eyes, "Bad. So bad, Officer."
He smiled, "Good. I've invited a couple of friends over too."
"Are they black?" I asked without thinking. He grinned and chuckled.
"Every one," he said.
I unbuckled his belt and smiled back, "The more the merrier then."
He lifted his muscular ass as I pulled his pants to his knees. He wasn't as big as Jawan or Xavier but still bigger then Chad. He was black after all. I picked up his semi-hard shaft and started licking the underside while fondling his heavy scrotum.
He let out a groan and removed his shirt. I started kissing and swallowing his cock. I felt excited as he grew firm and long in my mouth.
I continued to fondle and suck his African weapon until I tasted his delicious salty pre-cum dribble over my tongue. My pussy gushed. "Fuck me." I whined.
Releasing his onyx monument of love I crawled over to the mattress. I rolled on to my back, removing my panties before raising my legs. On that nasty mattress I offered that black cop my pale femininity.
I was relieved to see him grab a condom and roll it on before climbing between my thighs. I guided his latex covered cock to my love canal. It fit perfectly snug, but I still thought something wasn't right. He sank into me and I sighed, "Ooooh... Thank you, Officer."
After about five minutes of slow teasing copulation, I heard clapping. I opened my eyes to see two more big black men standing in the room. One of them spoke up.
"Put the wood to her, man. Beat that horny beaver up."
I don't know what came over me but I became the aggressor, grinding my pussy harder against the officer's hips as I clawed his back. I heard the door slam shut. I batted my baby blues at the one man standing there. His friend had left.
"This pussy's made for black dick," the officer grunted, and smirked down at me. "Right?"
"Yeah," I nodded in time with his thrusts. My new buck was pounding the hell out of me, but I could not get off. I was thoroughly enjoying this fucking, but something just didn't feel right between us.
The door slammed shut again as the second man re-entered. He had returned, holding a camera. It was on. "What the fuck are you doing?" The officer shouted at his friend, "My wife will kill me if she sees this."
"Calm down, man..." His friend smiled, "This slut's a future porn star. Nobody gonna believe we fucked her."
I smiled at the camera with the compliment. A smile that turned into a grimace as my orgasm stalled inside me. My pussy lips clenched around the thin plastic of his protected member. It just wasn't right!
I clutched my lovers head tight to my chest and whispered in his ear, "This... this isn't right. Take the condom off. Please!"
His cock throbbed hard beneath the only safety I had. "Are you clean?" He asked.
I had no idea if I was or not, or even if he was either. But there was only one answer I could give.
"Yes. Please, I need to feel it bare."
