She pulled out of Bea and slammed right into Bella, on all fours, next to her sister. Gripping her hips, Cindy pummeled Bella just like Cindy imagined black men pummeling her.
“Come on!” she gripped Bella’s blonde hair, pulling her up against her body, ordering her to cum, just like she hoped a black man would order her to.
After Bella’s climax, Cindy pulled out, removed her strap-on and climbed on top of Bea, kissing and grinding against her.
“I’m going black,” Cindy told Bea, kissing her. “I need you and Bella to hang out with Collin. I’m going to be taking a long weekend trip soon.”
“We will,” Bea kissed back.
“Don’t ask questions, don’t follow me, just stay here and play videos games with my son,” Cindy said.
The two sisters nodded. The three of them had sex for the rest of the night, Bea and Bella cumming several times.
******
Cindy had trouble sleeping for the next couple weeks. Bea and Bella went on and on each night about all the black men they’ve dated and slept with – including their special friend who would be in town soon. Other than that, the burning, yearning desire to cum was building to an all-time high.
Cindy counted down the days to her long weekend. She had everything planned out; what she would do when her shift ended, where she would go, how she would present herself, everything.
In between going over her plan in her head, briefly thinking how stupid and dangerous it was, Cindy spoke on the phone with the recruiting officer in Tampa, Florida. A move there seemed more and more likely – should she survive what she had in mind.
With desperation and lust on her mind, Cindy enacted her plan with the hope of having an orgasm – nearly 16 years after her first and only one during Collin’s birth.
Arriving at the address she obtained, along with a name, putting her patrol car in park, still wearing her uniform, Cindy walked to the front door of the run down, small house in Compton.
She knocked several times, finally getting an answer.
“Yeah?” a young black man answered through the cracked door, eyes glaring at the white, female cop. “What do you want?”
“I’m here to speak with Terrance,” Cindy spoke the name.
“He ain’t here,” the guy lied.
“He’s not in trouble,” Cindy said, before he could shut the door. “I just want to tell him something. Please.” Cindy maintained eye contact, nodding politely.
“Hold on.”
Several minutes passed, Cindy waiting, her pussy nearly dripping at what she was about to do. Finally the door flung open, a huge, tall black man stood before her.
“What the fuck do you want?”
“Terrance?” Cindy asked, looking up to him. She was nearly six feet tall, but Terrance was several inches taller and hugely muscular, taking up most of the doorway.
“Yeah?”
Cindy removed her hat, dropping it on porch. She undid her hair bun, letting her long, dark hair flow down to her ass. She quickly unbuttoned her shirt, pulling it off her body. She removed her belt, sitting it on the porch, still maintaining eye contact. She unzipped and unbuttoned her pants, pulling them down, kicking off her boots, pulling off her black socks. Cindy removed her heavy bulletproof vest, letting it land with a loud thud on the wooden porch floor. She flung off her bra and thong, finally, standing nude before Terrance.
His mouth hung open in disbelief. Several of his fellow gang members joined him at the door, equally shocked. Several “what the fuck”s could be heard.
A car honked, speeding by with loud rap music playing, Cindy ignored it. She stepped toward the shocked Terrance, placing her hand slowly on his shoulder. “Terrance.”
Her eyes narrowed, she grit her teeth, anger and lust in her voice, “I want you to fuck me all weekend. Got it?”
The local leader of LA branch of the Bloods, Terrance, nodded slowly, looking over her muscular, toned frame. He grabbed Cindy by back of the head, flinging her naked body into the house.
“Get the fuck in here, bitch.”
-4-
The blows came hard and fast. Terrance didn’t trust her, none of them did. He punched her in the gut, flung her across the room, catching her with a right hook across her face. Cindy took it. She knew he was establishing his dominance.
Terrance picked her up and slammed her on a table, causing it to break; Cindy crashing down with it. He kicked her in the side, pulling her up by her long hair.
“Listen to me,” Terrance sitting on her back, a handful of hair. “If I feel you can’t be trusted. You won’t make it out of here alive. You got me?”
Cindy, her lip bleeding, cheek cut, a black eye, nodded. Terrance pulled her to her feet, picked her up and flung her over his huge shoulders.
He slammed the bedroom door shut after entering it, then slammed Cindy on the bed. Terrance looked at her, watching her lick her lips with hunger at him. He went to remove his shirt and as it was briefly covering his face, the quick and agile Cindy made her move.
She swung her leg around on the mattress, catching Terrance in the gut. She jumped behind him, grabbing, pulling his arm behind his back, then slamming him into the wall. Cindy pulled him back, and then slammed him into the wall again. She pulled his arm up higher, just before the threshold of dislocating his shoulder. Terrance clinched his teeth to avoid screaming in pain.
“Now you listen to me, you worthless piece of shit!” Cindy hissed into his ear. “Your number one purpose while I’m here is to fuck me like the animal you are. Do you understand?”
Terrance was squirming, struggling to breathe through the pain she was inflicting in his arm and shoulder.
“Answer me! Do you understand?” Cindy pulled his arm up higher.
“Ugh! Y-yes!” Terrance said through the agony.
“Good,” Cindy loosened her grip, spun Terrance around and punched him across the face hard, sending him to the ground.
She bent at the knees, grabbing him by the throat and pulling him to his feet. “Now make me cum. All weekend.”
Terrance nodded, witnessing who the true dominant was. Cindy released his throat and took a step back.
He rubbed his hands together, looking over her body. He removed his boots, followed by unzipping his pants and pulling them down.
Cindy’s eyes widened when Terrance pulled his boxers down next. She refocused and nodded to him.
“Like an animal? That what you want, bitch?” Terrance asked. “You got it.”
He lunged at her, throwing her on the bed, flipping her over, sliding his huge erect rod into her from behind. Cindy was screaming out in pain, stretched like never before.
“Ah yeah, love tight, white pussy,” Terrance moaned, sliding into her all the way as hard as he could. He gripped her hips, slapped her ass, and got to work.
He pinned her down by the back of her neck, holding her in place like an animal would its prey. Terrance violently slammed his hips against her, driving his big cock deeply inside her, banging against her cervix.
It hurt, but she didn’t care. Turning her head to the side, she was able to see Terrance behind her in her peripheral vision. He wouldn’t let her up. She was pinned by the throat to the mattress while Terrance fucked her.
“Fuck me,” Cindy whispered.
“What’s that, bitch?” Terrance said, still pounding away at her.
“I said, fuck me,” Cindy said a little louder.
Terrance laughed, “You have no idea what me and my boys have in store for you. You won’t be able to walk. You’ll be cumming non-stop. We’re gonna tear that pussy up!”
Cindy hoped he was right. She hoped this would work and she was finally going to have another orgasm.
Terrance laughed again, released her neck, and grabbed both her wrists. He pulled them back, using them like handlebars on a bike, and continued his big cock assault.
******
Hours passed. Cindy was sore, but never felt so stretched out and full. Terrance was a machine, never cumming, continuously fucking her.
He was behind her for the most part. But sometimes he’d pick her up, face her towards him, and slam her back against a wall. Cindy would wrap her legs around him while Terrance bounced her up and down. They knocked over a lamp, some pictures of fallen gang members off the wall, and made a total mess of the small bathroom they wound up in.
Terrance was sitting on the toilet, hands gripping Cindy’s waist, ordering her to ride him until her legs gave out. She did just that, squatting up and down on Terrance until her legs were jelly.
Terrance picked up the exhausted Cindy, cock still inside her, and took her to the bed. This time he was on top of her, propping himself up with his hands, pounding away at her.
“Come on!” he ordered her to cum.
Harder and harder he slammed into her. Sweat dripped down on her equally sweaty body. Cindy clutched his back, urging him on.
He fucked her so hard the bed broke.
When they collapsed to the floor Terrance kept going, working toward his climax.
“Ahh! White cop bitch!” He grunted, his cock erupting inside her.
Cindy’s mouth hung open, looking up at Terrance, feeling his cock pump her with massive amounts of his semen.
“Yeahhh, that’s it. That’s it,” Terrance said, out of breath. He looked to Cindy’s wide eyes, her mouth still open, and kissed her – his mouth covering hers.
“Good. That’s a good white pussy,” Terrance rolled of her, bringing her with him. He held her naked, sweaty body against his.
“I gotta go tend to some business tomorrow. I’ll be back Sunday. You’ll be here with my boys. I’ll fuck you in the morning before I leave,” Terrance said, moments before drifting off to sleep.
Cindy, wide awake, nodded in his huge arms.
-5-
The next morning Cindy was slowly jacking Terrance’s weakened cock after he filled her pussy again. She was lying in arms, they were kissing.
Terrance reached next to the bed, to the table where the lamp was knocked off, grabbing the marijuana joint he lit early in the morning.
Cindy kissed his chest, her hands roaming his body, while he inhaled from the joint.
“Here, you finish it. You’ll probably need it to help you get through the day and night,” Terrance gave her the joint.
Cindy took a few puffs, inhaling the smoke. She smiled softly, kissing Terrance.
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