Detectives Rebecca Ramirez and Stacy Tsao walked into the burnt out building. The sickening smell of burnt flesh filled nostrils. The drawback of working arson.
"Ramirez, and Tsao, Arson Division," Rebecca told the fire marshal at the scene. "Got any idea what happened?"
Both detectives wore a standard dress suit but had their top buttons undone to show off ample amounts of cleavage and their bras. Both were hot, sexy as fuck chicks, so why not use what nature gave them?
Both also looked sculpted from the imagination of a fitness guru. Long legs, tight cores, and smooth muscles hid underneath the outfit. Not a single blemish, tattoo, or scar ruined their wet dream bodies. Their statuesque height also added to an aura of intimidation, standing close to six feet each. Ramirez's hair brushed the back of her shoulders, a dirty blonde color. Pure, sun kissed, Iberian skin sizzled in the heat. Tsao's skin provided ample camouflage in the winter months. White as the driven snow. So white it made Aryans jealous. Black hair, with purple streaks, hung in a ponytail.
"Stanley, fire marshal. Looks like a standard torch job. Molotov mix. We found a liquor store worth of broken glass shards along the front entrance, and no signs of a fire starting anywhere inside from what we can see."
"Who lived here?" Tsao asked, kneeling down to get a closer inspection of the floor for clues.
"Transients. Cracker house, one of many in the neighborhood."
"Great, dealing with Black Panther racists," Ramirez muttered.
"A lot of black power rallies in the area the past week. A lot of angry citizens about the open immigration policy," Stanley commented.
"Yeah, we hear the bitching. Time for them to get with the times. It is twenty seventeen," Tsao said. "I hate dealing with them."
"Might be worth it to check out the other cracker house down the street. They've been pretty quiet, but I saw a couple poke around once we got the fire under control."
"Which house?" Ramirez asked.
"See that red one, with the roof half off. That one. Careful, bunch of rough customers."
"We can handle them. Rough crowds don't scare us," Tsao said, boldly.
She waved her partner forward, putting on a pair of slick, black gloves. Ramirez followed suit. Badges on their hips, they walked with determination to the cracker house; the street's code word for breeding units. Perfect places for good, daddy's girls who want to slum it with a bunch of crackers.
The missing person's department got flooded daily. But a few hours after the reports, the fathers would call back saying their precious daughters were found. Each follow-up investigation revealed they were all drunk and partying in these cracker houses. Everyone involved were of legal age so nothing could be done.
Tsao gave the door a hard knock. Almost immediately the door opened. A haggard man blinkered wildly, the sun hurting his eyes. Half dressed, he smelled of recent sex. His cock snuck out the bottom of his boxers.
"Detectives Tsao and Ramirez, arson squad. We want to ask you about what happened to your friends down the street. We heard some witnesses might be here," Tsao announced.
"Definitely, detectives. Big Rig saw it all. He's been waiting for you. Didn't want to be out in the open on account some panther punk wanting to cause more shit."
"So it was the Black Panthers who set it?"
"Swear on my soul. Had the logo all on their car, and their skin black as bog. Horrible what they did. Bunch of animals. That was the nigger house too, killing their own kind like that. Animals."
"I thought it was a cracker house?" Ramirez asked, confused.
"It is, was," the man replied. "We're all crackers so we refer to them by the majority of girls inside wanting to be bred. Black girls in the burnt out husk. Chinks in here. Wetbacks in that blue house, and others in the brown one."
"Be willing to make an exception to your little rule?" Tsao asked. "My wetback partner here is a ravenous, cracker slut, and hasn't had a good breeding in a week. A reward to you hurt folks for having the bravery to fight your oppressors."
"More a guideline than a rule," he smiled, immediately grabbing Tsao's firm ass.
It took her no time to pull out the half-hard, slimy cock that smelled of sex and chink juice. Both girls giggled, slipping inside the house to the dismay of black neighbors looking on.
"Hey, Rig, got a fine bottle of Spanish honey for you," the man said, groping Tsao's ass without a care in the world.
"Smells like an orgy," Rebecca commented, picking up a filled condom from the floor.
"It was an orgy, but we stopped on account of the burning. Worried they might try something here, so most scattered, and all the girls."
"Our gain then," Stacy said, squatting lewdly to suck on the cockhead.
Experienced tonguing got the cock back to full mast in seconds.
"I love crackers. Always hard for chink pussy. One flash of my eye lashes and all the white boys are hard for me."
"I've got a fat one for you, just ignore the taste. Had a few chinks in here getting passed around all night. New arrivals. Doctor's daughters."
Both hands stroked the impressive length, sliding to and fro with ease thanks to the gloves. A fun trick the pair learned to speed up ejaculation. More jizz the better. Long fucks were overrated. They had crimes to solve after all.
"Fuck, now that is a Latina. Those hips could shatter mountains," Big Rig bellowed out, walking down the stairs, completely naked.
The front door led directly into the living room. A staircase ascended on the back wall. A kitchen counter could be seen through a singular door next to the staircase. Couches were messy and overturned. A TV had a reverse gangbang on mute. A rainbow of sluts sucking off a giant white cock, each with more than enough meat for themselves.
His fat cock swung like a mace. A giant muscle gut stuck out proudly, representing the opposite end of the muscle spectrum. Rebecca licked her lips.
"I love my men big and strong. I let Tsao have the pretty boys. Give me the intel we need and I'll let you piledriver me into submission for the next hour," Rebecca cooed, immediately unzipping her top lower.
"Upstairs in my room is a tape of the whole thing," he said.
Tsao stopped sucking, stunned at the revelation.
"We're migrants, not stupid. People think we are cause we had to move here, but we've got the whole hood tricked out with tech. Got the plates, faces, and audio all on tape. My people are tired of racist, black cops stirring up shit, and hassling us for no reason. We complain and nothing happens. Had a couple of my boys put in the hospital last week because a black cop didn't like them shooting hoops in the parking lot down the street."
"What kind of medal do we get from the Mayor?" Rebecca asked Tsao.
"Fuck if I know, but I feel like partying now. Just the two of you studs here? You saved us a day's work, so we're free to be gangbanged unconscious, studs," Tsao said.
