Two police officers were standing around the bar table. Their blue uniforms hugged tall, muscular, ivory physiques. They were in full uniform, having just come off duty and were asked to stop in for a drink. It was empty except for them as the sun cracked open the night's sky, and they just got off night shift. The owner was a member of their special group, and a former cop, so he gave them a set of spares to use as they pleased. A third, equally buff officer came in and walked over to them.
"We just got off night shift, Sarge, can't this wait until later?" the youngest officer piped up immediately.
"This is important. We just got a new recruit at the station," Sarge replied.
"I heard she is a real looker, like porn star good looks," the senior partner of the pair spoke up.
He made a booty motion in the air that got a laugh from his partner.
"So what does this have to do with us?"
"Loyalty, Sanders, loyalty," he told the young kid. "After the incident last month, it had me thinking how we can make the fresh blood feel more welcome, as well as make sure they are on the same team as us." He took out a couple wads of cash and tossed them to the guys. "Your cut from the drug raid."
The men immediately pocketed the cash. It was only a few hundred dollars but only because they were smart. The Sergeant had a good system. He always said pigs eat, hogs get slaughtered. At first they didn't understand but when the high profile busts of cops who dipped into the till too much became public, it clicked in their minds.
"We're all brothers in blue but we need to make sure she is still batting on our team, gentlemen. 95% of the pushers are blacks and we don't need another sister who is more loyal to the color of her skin than the badge. We all saw what happened to Officer LaTeesha last month."
The door chimed open. A buxom fox sauntered in, swaying her hips. Her tits were large, stretching the fabric of her uniform. A firm butt protruded outwards that showed off hundreds of hours in the gym. She walked with a special bounce towards the three men huddled around the table.
"Hi boys, I got your message," she said with a perky smile, sitting next to the Sarge but not before running a finger across his shoulder. "It said we had an important meeting. Looks a bit secret to me," she teased them.
"Officer Tanya White, this is Officers Sanders and Schmidt. Actually, we were just talking about you," Sarge told her. "We got a little system in our division, a good system, and with you being a rookie we want to make sure you're not the type to rock the boat," he commented, enjoying the view of the black cop.
"I'm a team player, guys, and I made sure I was on the winning team. Why do you think I became a cop and no longer live in the ghettos?" she said plainly. "I ain't going to the grave with a nigger's funeral."
The slutty cop caught the two officers off guard because of her racialized language, but it elicited a smile from their superior.
"We also want to make sure you're on our side," Sarge continued.
There was an emphasis on the word 'our'. Bold fingers reached over to run along the mounds of her chest.
"Do you treat all the new girls with such romance or am I just special, sugah?" Her southern accent flared up, pretending she was Rogue with her speech.
"You're the first girl in our merry band," Sarge said, taking out a couple hundred dollars, stuffing them down her cleavage.
She smiled perversely, turning the man's chair around so she could mount him. Her firm, buxom body pressed up against his.
"I ain't a whore, sugah," she told him, taking out the bills slowly, teasing him before tossing them on the table.
"I'm not paying for your services. Consider it half a taste of what to expect as long as you catch for our team."
Both of his hands grabbed ahold of her butt, feeling and fondling those tight cheeks. The other two cops, while enjoying the show, both stood up to either side of the black officer.
Tanya reached out to stroke the massive bulges in their uniforms. They were hung like horses, trailing down to their knees. The thought of getting three white pipes in her holes excited her.
"Cracker juice is my favorite diet drink. A girl needs to keep her figure," she teased them, stroking their cocks harder.
Sarge got up out of the chair, putting Tanya onto her knees. His bulge was just as big as the others. Without a third hand, the woman rubbed her face along the outline, licking and nibbling at it.
"I think it's time for the real test, nigger," Schmidt told her, freeing his cock.
It plopped out and slapped the girl across the face. It dazed the rookie for a moment but then lust took over her body. Immediately a ravenous tongue slobbered all over the head, trying to slick it up for easy sliding down her eager throat.
"Welcome to the cracker club, Tanya," Sanders told her, grabbing some of the long, straightened hair to jerk his endowment with.
Sarge stood there and enjoyed the sight of the black bitch sucking off his friends, obviously a wanton whore for white meat. She fed and sucked down as many inches as possible, even to the point of gagging up on Sanders when her gullet couldn't take him fully.
"Now I know why the bar's name is Cracker Club. A Negress can get used to this kind of team bonding," she coughed out before slurping down more white cop meat.
Both hands were jerking them off with complete abandon, trying to make it rain all over her black skin. Her shift didn't start until the evening so this was an endurance match.
Tanya's uniform was quickly becoming a whorish mess as copious trails of saliva and pre-cum splattered her heaving chest and chin. Lewd sucking sounds only made the officers harder, that talented mouth giving over forty-eight inches of white meat a run for their money.
Sarge didn't make a move the entire time, instead looking over the rookie. His cock ached as he hung back in arms reach. Tanya looked like a whore possessed, not giving the senior officer a chance to remain a bystander any longer.
"Slap my face with your heavy meat, Sarge. I've got three holes and two hands for a reason."
A sultry wink only broke up the slurping for a moment. He waited to see what she'd do and he was happy to see the rookie was getting into the test. One gangbang wouldn't dissuade his suspicions she might be a plant, but that just meant he'd have to rail her out daily.
SMACK!
The thick white pole hit the girl square between the eyes. She went cross-eyed as the pole was bigger than the length of her face. Immediately a hungry tongue licked around the base before lips sucked on the head, bobbing up and down messily. Sarge also had a fatter cock than the rest of the squad, and Tanya was having a hard time fitting her mouth around it.
"Shit, Sarge, you're going to split my mouth open. You're going to have to force it in."
"It'll give the boys a chance to use your other holes," he commented, grabbing some hair to lead her around like a bitch.
Sanders and Schmidt followed behind, giving the nigger's ass some hard spanks. Each time hand met flesh she moaned out, purring like a cat.
"Harder, sugah," she said, happily receiving a harder spanking.
Sitting on a bar stool, Sarge began face fucking the new girl like her life depended on it. Every thrust barely got a centimeter further into her mouth, he was just too thick for her. This did not deter Tanya, bracing against the man's legs, nails digging into flesh. Harder and harder, the senior officer tried to ram as much white meat down her throat, wanting to hear the bitch gag and moan for more. Part of him wanted the woman to quit the force and be their house nigger considering how eager the minx was at being whitewashed.
Standing behind her, Schmidt pulled down her pants to reveal a lacy pair of panties that had the picture of an alternate, and highly sexualized, queen of diamonds on them.
"Take a look at this Sarge, Tanya here is a Diamond Doll."
"Are you now? I shouldn't be surprised by how quick you were sucking us off then."
Tanya could only moan approval, feeling Officer Schmidt push his fat cock into her loose cunt. She wasn't a tight girl anymore thanks to her allegiance to the Diamond Dolls. One day she hoped to become a Queen of Diamonds. In the ghetto she'd see silly white girls with spade tattoos on their fat, ugly, stretch marked backs and bottoms. Seeing so many of those types of girls sickened her. It told her how stupid black men were that they wanted an unattractive white girl over a beauty queen like her.
Her senior year was when she found the Diamond Dolls website. It was a site dedicated to girls who craved to be fucktoys for white men, and white men only. Why a diamond was the first question in the FAQ section. She could still remember the answer, word by word.
'It is a symbol of the rich and powerful elite, just like white men. A perfect symbol for a patriarchal, white supremacist society.'
