“I see,” Cindy said, not truly paying attention to either woman. Bella’s pussy eating wouldn’t bring Cindy an orgasm anyway.
“Yeah they were great. They loved white women and loved double-teaming,” Bella added. “Remember Fat Rob?”
“Yes!” Bea answered. “Gosh I remember his black cock was so fat and thick. He shared us with all his buddies too. Bella and I had some great times here in LA.”
“I wonder whatever happened to Fat Rob?” Bella asked.
“No idea. Maybe we’ll look him up one day when we’re on the East coast.”
“Sounds like the two of you have had some great times,” Cindy said, leaning back in her bed. Bella and Bea rose up to her, kissing down her neck, sucking her tits. Cindy ignored them, thinking about her situation.
“I’m telling you, our friend will be here in LA soon,” Bea reminded Cindy.
“I’d want to be taken like an animal. Royally fucked so I can’t walk,” Cindy said.
“Wow,” Bea said. “Sure. He can do that.”
“Good,” Cindy closed her eyes, letting the two sisters continue to worship her body.
-3-
“Like an animal. That’s what I need,” Cindy thought, sitting in her patrol car. “Tear me up. Maybe I’ll climax from that. Rough sex.”
She pictured huge black men taking her over and over, pounding her from behind, while on all fours.
Near the end of her shift, Cindy accessed a database on her laptop each police car came with. She searched for various terms, black, African-American, the pausing before typing in another term: gang.
Cindy shook her head, seeing profiles of arrested and incarcerated gang members. Some were Latino, many were black.
Scrolling through the profiles, seeing a few smug faces smiling at the camera mixed with several stone-faced, angry looking faces, Cindy thought about visiting them in prison. She imagined being locked in their cell with them for a weekend.
She clicked on a tab that showed past arrests for those not currently in prison. Most were small misdemeanors that were taken care of via plea deals. Others were felons, armed robbery, burglary, drugs, assault that was plea bargained down to a small amount of prison time. Most of these perpetrators belonged to the two largest gangs on the West coast – the Bloods and the Crips.
Cindy never dealt with any gang crime before. Her patrol route was in Beverly Hills. Domestic disputes with drugged-out, Hollywood types were the usual calls she answered – along with speeding tickets for the rich who think they are above traffic laws.
Scrolling through profiles, her pussy getting wet at the thought of being manhandled by gang members, Cindy closed the laptop, drove into her precinct and put in a time off request.
Plowing into Bea from behind with her strap-on, Cindy grit her teeth, angrily fucking her friend. She wasn’t upset at Bea, she was upset at herself. Driven by the desire to cum, Cindy decided to do something very foolish.
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.