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.
