Save the Clinic! Episode 22
As racist ideals are smothered by its corruption and wickedness, white culture is dying. It is time for the Black race to bring salvation to its community.
Located in a small industrial enclave, was a reproductive clinic named the Black Empowerment Now Reproductive Clinic. Owned and operated by The Black Power Movement, it was an example of the organization's benevolence. It provided reproductive and social services free of charge to white women of Black Pine. The clinic was extremely essential, not just popular, with sexually active white girls of childbearing age. It was just one of many strategies the Movement employed gaining sympathy and support from the community to embrace black power.
Stepping out of the double glass doors first was Victoria. She was a medical assistant and pregnancy advisor at the clinic. Victoria was a dark red-haired woman, 26 years old. She was a short 5-foot-5 with wavy hair down to her shoulders. Victoria was as spunky-looking as her personality. Her swinging hips and ample bust were a result of being a mother of 4 mixed race children from three different black men.
Walking out with Victoria at her side was Teagan T. Kayce of Inner City 6. Teagan was dressed very professionally in a tight skirt ending a couple of inches over her knees. Wearing a sports jacket, she displayed a very tight-fitting tube top underneath. Teagan looked relaxed, smiling ear to ear, and even giggling with Victoria.
The two white women walked down the flight of concrete steps along a painted mural on the wall. The living silhouettes of two feminine, white figures stood in front of the colorful art of empowered, black resistance fighters battling white oppression. The black fists were accented over flames conquered the broken values of white men. Naked white women were painted with full breasts in the arms of strong black males with their hands firmly over their pale, white asses.
“You have such a wonderful place!” Teagan complimented Victoria. Victoria replied, “Thank our black men and women. Ever since the Movement arrived and electing our first black mayor, we're turning the city into a beacon for racial justice!” The girls held hands and lowered their heads in prayer. “Gawd bless the black race!” Victoria celebrated.
“Fuck me!” Teagan cursed at herself. “I've been so blinded by white privilege.” Teagan cursed at herself. Victoria went to comfort her, “But you've done better now?” Teagan nodded and said, “Yes. I'm a race traitor. I'm proud, I'm committed. My body is for the black man.” As Victoria smiled, Teagan showed a contrite frown and confessed, “It doesn't make up for me having irresponsible sex with a white man ... and that's why I'm here, right?”
Victoria squeezed Teagan's hand wanting to know she was there for her. Teagan struggled to hold back tears of regret oblivious to the attention she was getting from onlookers recognizing the television news personality. “That was in the past, Teagan. You chose a life of racial justice and black empowerment. We both have.” said Victoria. Teagan agreed and felt comfort and a close bond with the medical professional. She was amazed that she could easily find someone who understood how interracial harmony and sex were intertwined. “Why don't you stay until the test results come in? It takes more time than others, I know, but we'll know for certain.” Victoria suggested.
Teagan offered a smile but shook her head. “I … I just can't ...” she blurted. As she struggled to explain her impatience, she came out and confessed to Victoria what sort of a slut she was, “I need to get laid!” After an awkward pause and an exchange of giggles and grins, Teagan pulled Victoria closer to her and explained. “I need dick. I don't care who. As long as he's black.” Victoria wanted nothing more but to show total compassion and understanding. “I know what you're going through, white girl,” Victoria responded then paused and showed she had an idea to share. “There's a basketball court around the corner at the edge of the parking lot. This time every day, young men are there. Usually in their twenties or thirties. Anyways, white girls take a seat on the bench and watch until the men are finished foolin' around until they're ready for some fun and games.” Victoria suggested. Teagan felt excited, “Really?” she wondered. Victoria nodded her head grinned ear to ear and replied, “I go there … quite often. Four or five times a week. I met the fathers of two of my children there.” Victoria put a finger on her lower lip and shifted her eyes upwards, “I think.”
The idea of mating only excited Teagan more so. She had an undeniable need for dick. Teagan wanted to have it, taste it, to penetrate her deep. There was something beautiful about a sexually open white girl with black men. Being used and discarded like a cum dumpster put her into a tizzy. Teagan and Victoria squeezed each other's hands and said their goodbyes. “I'll call you with the results!” Victoria yelled out. Teagan didn't make it too far past the bottom of the steps where a couple of pregnant white girls who recognized her wanted to take a picture with her. One of the pregnant white girls, an older teen, had a shirt written “Black Baby Maker”. The three took a selfie from their phones. The other pregnant woman, married, sported a black power fist. Teagan put up a “V” with her fingers and said, “Peace and love!”
As Victoria promised, there was a basketball court between the edge of the lot and a tiny green space. It cleverly was hidden behind tall oak trees. The sounds of shuffling feet and the bouncing basketball drew Teagan across the paved lot. The court was inside a high, chain-linked fence. Inside it were four black men playing a game of 2x2. They were tall, lean, and very athletic. Teagan's heart raced at the idea of choosing one of the four to bed her. Oh, the excitement! Teagan imagined heavy balls bouncing against her chin smelling his sweat and lust. She promised herself she would be his best piece of ass for the week. In front of the fence were two benches. On each bench were two white women dressed like it was ladies' night at the dance bar. Four in total, ranging from mid 20's to early 40's. All white, married, and hungry for cock! Teagan stood back and marveled how the white girls paid all attention to the court almost hypnotized but certainly aroused. They acted as if they were sitting alone oblivious to the other three. The young men were busy jumping, passing, running, and shooting. They competed fiercely on each rebound. Their ripping, muscular muscles are on display for their feminine audience.
There was a fifth young man, however. While he was tall, he wasn't quite as tall as the others. Lean and strong, he wasn't the urban warrior as the rest. He was a legal-aged teen waiting in the corner for his turn to participate and stayed quiet and humble until then. When a ball was passed to him, he didn't hesitate to jump in and play his damnedest. The teen struggled to maintain control of the basketball. His feet slipped and his knees buckled with each juke and jive an opponent played on him. Meanwhile, the older black male taking a rest with bottled water noticed well the willing white girls gazing at them.
Teagan's phone buzzed. She quickly answered. It was Victoria and the clinic. Teagan's demeanor was calm and professional. Teagan raised and dipped her chin. Her replies were monotone and terse. “I see. Thank you for the results. I know what I have to do from here.” That was it. Teagan put the phone away and resumed attention to the game.
The game came to a sudden stop. The basketball was pushed into the youngest teen's belly as the four, more mature and experienced marched to open the gate and stepped out. Like a well-choreographed routine, the white girls stood to their feet and made that silent giggle expression. One by one, they paired up. Each of the eight participants understood the act they had to follow.
The 40-ish-year-old wife, in perfect make-up, said to her date as she guided his hand over her ass, “Do you need pussy, sweetie? I'm available.” Another white girl begged her date, “Wanna help me have a black baby?” The third said in a serious, no-nonsense voice, “I'm white. I hate my race. What can we do about it?”. The fourth, a pale-skinned blonde, started with a kiss before confessing, “Do you need a fuck a white girl today?” The four men were extremely agreeable and responded with the confidence and strength the women were craving. The four wives smiled at each other and nodded. Arm by arm, the interracial couples walked off fulfilling their interracial needs. The city was becoming undeniably a progressive utopia. Somewhere soon, there will be serious fucking of married white women, betraying their husbands and their race for the pleasure of black cock.
The fifth and last young black man was left alone holding the ball. Teagan walked up to the chain-linked fence and smiled at him. “They left you, huh?” she teased. The young man looked at Teagan, bounced the ball once before catching it, and looked at his feet. “Can I come closer?” Teagan asked. The young man hesitantly nodded figuring it was at least the polite thing to do. Teagan stepped on the concrete court, swinging her hips with each step carrying a warm smile on her face.
“What's your name, young man?” Teagan asked. The teen shuffled his feet, “Hayward.” he tersely answered and bounced the ball again. Teagan said while brushing a hand across her breasts, “Well, Hayward, your buddies are busy doing something way more fun. Maybe …you want to have fun? Perhaps … with … me?” Instead of bouncing the ball, Hayward was fidgeting with it. His heart raced and he had that hot, heavy feeling in his gut that was moving into his loins. Teagan addressed his awkward silence by taking another step closer. She put a delicate finger underneath Hayward's chin to gesture him to make eye contact with her. “Don't you want to be like your friends? Getting pussy?”
Hayward lost his voice but his stiffening manhood forced him to nod his head. Like a snake, it wanted to uncoil and jump at the chance! Teagan smiled and exhaled an erotic sigh of relief. “So Hayward, What shall we do?”
“You … you … wan … want me to fu, fuck you?” Hayward stuttered. Teagan responded with a very serious look on her face. Almost a frown. “Yes, Hayward. I need to 'fuck'. Do you need to … 'fuck'?” Of course, the young man nodded emphatically. It then came to Hayward. A sudden moment of reality. Too unbelievable to be true!
“Uh … aren't you the lady from the TV news?” Hayward muttered. Teagan smirked and the tone of her voice became impatient. Very impatient. “Listen, do you want to play television reporter or do you wanna get laid!” she asked him.
The answer was obvious.
Hayward followed Teagan to her SUV parked in the clinic's lot. The young man couldn't take his eyes off Teagan's ass just dreaming of tapping that. He kept re-positioning his needy organ as it was growing thick and eager. He began to understand he was going to “get that”. His cock was convinced it was going to experience deep penetration into pussy. Hayward could feel the head of his prick tingle … almost itchy! They climbed into the vehicle, Teagan started the engine, and they rode off.
“Do you play the court often, Hayward?” Teagan asked wanting to make casual conversation before anything turned serious. “Um, this was the first time I was invited,” Hayward whispered as he stared at her lips, bosom, and smooth white legs. Teagan looked both sides of the street through the middle of the industrial enclave. “There. That could do!” she said. Teagan drove into an abandoned lot of an abandoned brick brewery or chemical factory with shallow smoke stacks. It was one of many failed white-owned businesses that fell victim to corruption and incompetency. Teagan drove around to the back looking to put her SUV out of street view. Hayward's heart wanted to burst out of his chest. The head of his cock was aching trying to punch through his shorts. He was counting the seconds to get a dick inside something hot, female, and white!
The rear lot of the factory was neglected and ruined. There were piles of dirty mattresses, broken glass, and old tires dumped there. Tall, overgrown vegetation edged the lot like a natural privacy fence. When Teagan made her sharp turn of the steering wheel to pull the SUV out of sight from the road, she and Hayward noticed someone had beaten them there. There was another overly large SUV even more expensive. Teagan pulled into a spot near the fallen fire escape, looked to her left at the other SUV, and cursed “Shit!” She parked the car and let the engine run as both she and Hayward looked over.
They both witnessed … at the nose of the strange SUV … a tall, dark figure .. one of Hayward's older“friends”. He held his shirt high up his chest while his white girl “date” knelt before him. It was the one with platinum blonde hair … the trophy wife type who was bobbing her head up and down on his black dick. The white girl was dutiful, serving, and cock-hungry. Hayward's jaw dropped and he didn't know if Teagan would start the car and drive off and just give up on their “hookup”. Instead, Teagan killed the engine and told the eager black man, “Lose the pants and get into the back seat!”
Hayward never moved so fast in his life! His door flew open. His basketball shorts dropped and tossed in the seat. Hayward pulled open his side of the rear door and hopped in like he was going on the roller coasters. In the meanwhile, Teagan stepped out like a confident and determined woman. She wiggled out of her clothes and let them lie on the dirty pavement. When she was completely naked she popped the door open and crawled in on her hands and knees and went straight for Hayward's lap.
“Mmmph! Mmmph!” like a seasoned pro, a true black cock slut, Teagan had a mouthful of plump, sweaty,man-meat. Hayward threw his head back unprepared for the instant pleasure and masculine ego rush this white girl was giving him. His black cock stiffened with hot blood making its head plump and aching. His balls grew hot and swollen. Hayward let out a roar and bucked his hips. “Agh! Motha fucka!” he bellowed.
Slurp-slurp-slurp Teagan continued then made a loud, crude whistle with her spit. She spat out a glob of saliva and marveled at how it was polishing his cockhead. “Yeah! I love this black dick!” she celebrated. Hayward bucked his hips and then again. At first, it was male instinct but he decided to do it deliberately. Hearing Teagan gag and continue to please him made him proud of his cock. His hands rubbed across the top of her head before he started groping her ass and titties. When Teagan started licking his balls he experienced another strange wave of electricity flowing through him. His left hand found Teagan's warm, wet snatch and he pushed a finger inside. Teagan did not protest and Hayward learned how a white slut should be treated.
“You like having your dick sucked, huh?” Teagan asked in a teasing, seductive voice. Hayward, entranced, seduced nodded his head. “Tell me to suck your dick!” Teagan wanted.
“Suck my dick.” Hayward quietly whispered. Teagan barked out, “Tell me to suck your black dick.”. Hayward seethed with lust and told her, “Suck my 'black' dick!” Teagan winked at him and resumed with a racially subservient blowjob. Wet spit ran down Hayward's throbbing shaft making Teagan slurp with every breath. Hayward was euphoric running his hand through Teagan's blonde hair.
He laid back and enjoyed the pleasure a black man deserved. Looking over to the other SUV, he saw the white girl lying out on the hood with her legs spread wide. Her black lover was moving his head between her legs licking her snatch. “Gawd-damn!That looks good.” Hayward muttered. Tasting fine, white pussy looked right.
Teagan popped her head and looked over what was distracting his attention. “You wanna eat my pussy, don't you?” she asked. Hayward looked down on her and nodded his head. Teagan smiled and nodded back, pleased her lover wanted to consume her body and soul. She sat up cramped into the corner of the backseat while Hayward guided his nose closer and closer to pussy. Spreading her legs the scent of her femininity drew the young man to drop his chin and stick out his tongue like a hungry beast. Teagan looked down, gritted her teeth, and exhaled hot, steamy breaths.
Hayward's tongue sprang out from between his lips like a hungry eel swirling a sticky dance over Teagan's clit. It darted into her pussy and scooped over and over feeling every tingly portion of her moist femininity. What the young man had tasted was the most wonderful ever experienced. He swore to himself to never go without it. Spools of spittle ran out of his mouth shamelessly making Teagan's love nest a sloppy mess. He let his masculine instincts be in control to compensate for his lack of experience. With his mouth wide open he devoured Teagan's most sensitive place. Through his hunger and lust, Hayward showed Teagan how much he needed pussy! Teagan squealed. She squirmed. She arched her back and ran her hand on top of his head. “Mmmm! Eat that motha-fuckin' pussy!” Teagan demanded.
With her delicate, feminine scent all over his face, Hayward felt an undeniable drive. A powerful need that overwhelmed his senses. There was a throbbing sensation, almost pain, at the knob of his large cock. His heart pounded so hard it felt like a little hammer inside his gut was hitting his loins. Hayward lifted his head. His eyes crossed momentarily before focusing them on Teagan's breasts. “What's the matter, hon?” Teagan asked dropping her television voice for a southern accent. Hayward took a deep breath and leaped between Teagan's spread legs. He mouthed one of Teagan's breasts before switching to the other nipple. Hayward let out a muted growl. The man inside him was crawling out like a lustful animal! Teagan just laid back and let the teen take control. She smiled and let out a laugh enjoying the attention of a black man.
Hayward leaped up once more. This time he was nose to nose and staring at her eye to eye. The couple held their breaths in unison guessing what the other would do. Each could feel the other's heart thumping-thumping against their chests. The Hayward-Man leaned into Teagan and kissed her. The tongue that recently ran through her pussy was into her mouth. It was a passionate kiss between two lovers mad for each other's bodies wanting and needing sex. They shared a primal desire to mate … to fuck. Teagan welcomed being a target of a black man's conquest. She loved Hayward-Man, his race, his aggressiveness. Hayward-Man bucked his hips. It was the first, futile attempt to penetrate a tight hole. Teagan reached down and wrapped her fingers around Hayward-Man's stiff, steel-hard cock. She felt the veins popping with hot blood running through them. His cock-head seemed the size of a plum before it bucked … its first futile attempt for a feminine hole. Teagan wiggled her ass, lifted her thighs, and guided the shaft into her aching pussy. Hayward pushed forward. Masculine needs made it impossible to not do otherwise. His plump, swollen manhood was gripped snugly inside Teagan's womb as it made its way deeper. Hayward let out a relieving sigh.
While Teagan arched her back and smiled, Hayward was unsure at first what had happened to him. He put his manhood, something that defined him into this slutty white girl. Hayward's mind clouded in delirium. His heavy testicles pulsed with energy. Then he felt the pleasure … the power. He lunged forward like a running back carrying his football into the end zone. Hayward grunted feeling Teagan exhale hot air into his ear. He bucked his hips giving Teagan several inches of hot flesh each time. Ram …push … thrust … push … push … thrust!
Teagan let out a stress-relieving gasp that sounded more like a half-chuckle. Finally, past the tease and foreplay, she was getting fucked! “Yes, sweetie! Fuck that white pussy!” she begged. Hayward-Man bucked and dropped his hips again and again. It felt so good, so great! The couple rocked and rolled their bodies and Teagan's SUV. Hayward let out a deep groan in rhythm as he threw his loins into his white girl. Teagan rolled her eyes showing the pleasure she wanted … she needed to feed her hungry sexuality for the black man and his cock. Hayward was going so long his legs turned to rubber and he couldn't feel his feet.
During a moment of rest, Teagan reassured her young lover. “Take your time, honey. Fuck me as long and hard as you need. I'll do anything you want.” Tapping her nose with his, Hayward was surprised at Teagan's willingness. After all, she was white and shouldn't be trusted. “Yeah?” he simply asked. Teagan put her arms around Hayward's neck, smiled, and kissed him. “Yep. You get anything you fucking want! You're black.” she answered. Hayward-Man replied with a very masculine and forceful thrust pushing his cock into Teagan's tight pussy. Teagan grinned ear to ear, “I see we understand each other.”
Meanwhile …
Officer Jones was on her usual patrol through Black Pine. Joanna, alone in her black and white SUV, drove through many of the city's districts. Jones was a cute 29-year-old with short blonde hair. and would be considered gorgeous out of her tactical gear.
Joanna was single but was briefly engaged to an assistant DA from Inner City. She lost her engagement ring in the bottom of some drawer holding meaningless mementos Joanna had become a committed black supremacist and a champion liaison between Black Pine's progressive policing and the black community. Officer Jones was responsible for protecting the racial progress in the community since her city became woke and intelligent enough to elect its first black mayor and abide by the advocacy of The Black Power Movement. As long as there are white people, men especially, there are opportunities for racism, bigotry, and selfishness.
Joanna began her patrol on a lot of the Black Owned Motel. It was a busy place where white women, most all married, have their “fuck dates” with fine, black gentlemen. There was a line outside the office of guests waiting to“check in” and get their room. Some were escorted by more than one man marching into the room with something to prove. More fun for them. It was a good but average day at the motel. A couple of rooms were reserved by single, “working” women. They were white-girl prostitutes leaning against their open doorway, with a heel up against the frame and smoking a cigarette. Deserving black men would study them from their circles standing afar on the lot, reaching into their pockets to see if they had enough to purchase some time from her.
“C'mon, brother! Ask her if she'd take your pocket money!” DeShawn was told. DeShawn and his two 'buddies” were joking with the young, black man. DeShawn was a tall, lean 21-year-old. Jobless and generally uneducated, he liked to troll the motel lot for pussy. Sometimes, he and his friends would get lucky. Others, less so. As progressive as Black Pine was turning into, it could still be cruel in meeting the needs of rightful black men. DeShawn was eyeing a white girl posing in her doorway. She seemed nice and ready. Would she give up her sweet pussy for a handful of small dollar bills?
Prostitution was partially decriminalized to promote a more civil and black-friendly society. However, its normalization was under certain conditions. Only women from “privileged” groups, i.e. white, may offer their bodies for pleasure and exclusively to black men. Black women, also known as civilization's goddesses, were prohibited from being exploited. Black men who managed their hoes were respected for running a legitimate business. While a prostitute may operate independently, she could never be managed by a white man. Nor can she unjustly tease her clients without providing access to her body for sexual expression and release. White pimps, those abusive men selling pleasure to other bigoted white men ran out of the city and was an early example of a victory for progressive ideals.
Joanna had her eye on the woman with jet-black hair dressed in provocative clothing in front of room “8”. She was alone, blowing smoke from between her lips from the cigarette she was holding. Very needful black men stared at her but the raven-haired woman acted indifferent. Her attitude was aloof and unsympathetic.
Joanna's duties included making sure white girls at The Black Owned Motel were safe and model citizens. The officer climbed out of her SUV. While dressed in uniform, marched up to room number 8. The circles of young, black men looked at their shuffling feet pretending not to notice the lady officer. Their immediate instincts are fueled by past prejudices. White woman patrons slowed their pace and held their date's hand tight. Curtains from adjacent rooms are closed. The raven-haired woman planted her heels to the surface and stood her shoulders straight to Joanna.
“May I help … you? Officer?” asked the prostitute.
Joanna walked right up to her and asked with a coy look on her face, “Don't tell me you're alone with too many good-looking men here?” The dark-haired woman smirked and replied with a bored tone, “I'm waiting for my perfect date.” Joanna was impatient with this stuck-up slut. The lot was crowded with black men. That should have been enough to drop to her knees in front of her. The officer put her hands on the hoe's waist and spun her around against the wall for a frisk. “Where's your pimp? He better be black.” Joanna asked. The hoe answered tersely, “I work alone.”
Joanna snickered and instructed the prostitute to face and lean against the wall. She padded the hoe getting a good feel of the outer breasts before working down to the ass. Joanna crouched and lifted the raven-haired skirt and told her, “What a fine ass!” The dark-haired hoe wondered where this frisk would go until she felt the officer's soft lips planted a kiss on her round buttocks. Joanna stood and gestured for the dark-haired prostitute to turn and face her to say, “You're cute!” The couple kissed like lovers. When raven-haired offered her tongue, Joanna mouthed it like a hungry whore herself. She pulled her head back shoved the dark-haired hoe through the open doorway and shut the motel door behind her.
Soon the clothes came off and dropped to the floor. Naked, Joanna buried her face between the hoe's thighs and used her lips and tongue to feast on pussy. The hoe arched her back and moaned enjoying the euphoric pleasures. The prostitute was taken aback by how aggressive and dominant the officer was until she looked up seeing a blurry sight of Joanna's bald pussy dropped on her face. Joanna was particularly needy at that moment of the day. Seeing the prostitute's impudence gave her no other option but to remind the hoe of her purpose. For the next many minutes, moments of feminine lust and passion the couple embraced in different positions. Their hands explored the other's body and lips caressed the erotic places a woman craves attention.
Their sexual climax came to an end with Joanna's two fingers buried into the raven-haired cunt. The hoe arched her back and cursed nearly forgetting she was a hire-for-please type girl. Joanna, satisfied for now, quietly dressed remaining stone-faced. She then pulled out a couple of bills and tossed them on the bed next to the exhausted prostitute.
Joanna told her, “I'm going to send those fine black men to your room. Whatever they offer you, you best agree. Hope you're a three-hole girl.” The raven-haired hoe still recovering, nodded. “I am,” she answered.
The officer marched out of the room, across the lot, and up to a ring of three, young adult black men. It was DeShawn and his friends. At first, the gentlemen were rightfully suspicious. “We did nothing wrong!” said one before Joanna could say her first word. The frowns became grins soon enough. The three men were smiling ear to ear. The men reached into their pockets and pulled whatever cash they had. The three men were extremely excited and hurried to the raven-haired girl's door. Joanna approved seeing the city becoming more beautiful and more perfect.
Joanna continued her patrol through the Stockyards District and its largest trailer park in the city, Black Pine Gardens. It was a place where the lower and lower-middle class found refuge no thanks to the failed economic policies of the prior“white” administration. Next to the nearly mounted flag poles flying banners celebrating black pride was a community basketball court. Parking her vehicle, Joanna climbed out for a routine visit to one of her informers.
Russell was a resident of Black Pine Gardens. He was an athletic 19-year-old who enjoyed basketball. As a young black man, he knew too well of the racial struggles. Russell was partially college-educated before he was expelled from the local community college in a scandal. All Russell did was have sex with multiple white girls and it cost him his education. Bouncing his ball alone in the court, Russell knew if he waited long enough prospects would come present themselves. He also had that feeling it would be that day in the week to get a visit from Black Pine Police.
“Hey, you got a moment?” Joanna asked of Russell. The two stood in the middle of the court both feeling a little anxious. Russell wondered if any more police would show up. Joanna wondered if any more young black men would show. “You have anything to share with me this week?” Joanna asked. Russell shook his head as he had nothing to say to the police officer. Disappointed, Joanna retorted “Maybe, we should continue this discussion in private?” Joanna and Russell quickly made a walk to his trailer.
It looked more like the police escorting the young, black gentleman. A scene to the leering eyes that was far too common. In her oppressive uniform, an ally like Joanna wasn't welcomed here while she represented the police. Russell's trailer was its typical dark and lonely place. His sister was away modeling for famous men. She was making a living rubbing elbows and asses with pro athletes, politicians, and elite businessmen. That was bringing enough income to support her and her brother in their tiny trailer.
When Russell wasn't looking, Joann, reached for his athletic shorts and pulled them by the waistband until they dropped to the floor. She gave Russell an unexpected frisk. A rough, thorough frisk focused around his groin. Her right hand gripped the shaft of his cock and gave it a few tugs. Russell's feet froze to the floor when he heard her whisper, “Take off the shirt.”Joanna frisked and searched Russell's naked body as if he was clothed before gesturing him to sit in the soft cushioned chair in the living room. Joanna unclasped her belt with a holster. He placed her sidearm on a table within Russell's reach before tossing her shirt and her pink, lace bra on top of it. Wiggling her ass, she pulled down her pants until she was wearing just her black boots.
Taking a deep breath she dropped to her knees, lowered her head, and wasted no time putting Russell's cock into her mouth. His black dick was plumped with blood. Its head was swollen and wanted more as he bucked his hips. Joanna bobbed her head with sloppy, dirty sounds. “Tell me what I want,” she asked of him.
Russell spread his knees and placed a hand on top of Joanna's head wanting her so much to suck his black dick. Joanna pulled her mouth away and stroked his cock, teasing him. “Have you seen any white racists? I want names.” Russell pulled his head back and bellowed frustrated, hot air. He needed relief but he had no names to give up. “You look like you need a white girl to take care of this big, black cock!” said Joanna as she kissed up and down its shaft. She slowly pushed the purple cock-head between her lips before pulling it out with a wet, “plop”. Russell felt his balls swell. His entire loins were aching in sexual pain and want. Joanna was confident she was near breaking him. She gave Russell a couple of full mouthfuls before tapping her breasts with his hardened manhood. “Too bad. I was hoping you would dump loads of cum into my pussy.” said Joanna before giving his erection a playful tap with her left hand. She stood to her feet hinting she was ending the interrogation and reached for her clothes. Russell got a close, intimate look at Joanna's naked body. Her perfect tits. Her bare pussy craved hard, black dick. He had to have it!
“Wait!” Russell pleaded. “You have something?” Joanna asked with a raised eyebrow. When Russell nodded Joanna returned to the floor and dutifully resumed sucking cock like a girlfriend. Russell savored the moments feeling Joanna's wet mouth go up and down. The on-duty officer didn't give the young man much additional time without showing “cooperation”. “Tell me, Russell,” Joanna demanded. Russell clenched his fist and had to come up with something. “There's this white guy … he's been following his wife ...”
Joanna's interest was piqued. She lifted her mouth off and slowly pumped Russell's dick with her right hand. “Go on ...” she pressed.
“His wife visits the park several times a week. He comes later driving through the park looking for her.” Russell explained.
“Does she pay you a visit?” Joanna wondered.
Russell shook his head, “Nah. She likes to smoke weed with the older men.”
“I need a name,” Joanna demanded. Russell had no name to share but he came up with, “He drives a white Volvo with a plate beginning with a 'T'!”
Satisfied, Joanna crawled up and straddled Russell and buried his cock into her willing, white pussy. She filled herself good and deep and blew hot air into his ear. Russell, relishing in his masculine pleasures, grabbed her ass with both hands. He started pumping his loins in a steady rhythm and Joanna started moaning helplessly. Deep and loud! It didn't take long for Russell to forget he was fucking the police who were plying him for information. Joanna became his nameless white girl giving up pussy. He roared and started taking control giving the dick Joanna needed.
When Joanna left Russell's place, she had a little trouble walking straight. She looked no different than an intoxicated driver other than the uniform. But Joanna was just loopy on something else and she was very satisfied! Making her way to her patrol vehicle, she made a call to some enforcers. They were aggressive racial advocates out of Inner City. Allies of The Black Power Movement, she asked for a favor keeping a watch on the trailer park for a white Volvo.
Joanna resumed her patrol through the city. Her route took her past the slaughterhouse and over the railroad tracks. She toured the Industrial Enclave and its ruins of white, economic policies. The chemical factory was there to Joanna's left. She pulled in and thought it best to circle the building. The rear of the building was known for its nefarious activities. When Joanna made a counter-clockwise circle, turning into the back, she saw the piles of dirty mattresses, broken glass, old tires … and two parked vehicles. Joanna saw two couples… each with a black man pushing … fucking his white girl from behind. Their bare, black butts thrust like a piston. One of the white girls was Teagan T. Kayce from Inner City 6. Joanna didn't notice. The officer finished her circle and drove out. There was nothing to see here.
When Joanna finished her shift, she returned home. Dropping her clothes, sidearm, and badge on the floor she stepped into her bathroom shower naked. The warm water soothed her and her sore pussy from the pounding Russell gave her. He had her face on the carpet while her knees were on the couch as he plowed his steel-hard, black cock deep inside her. Russell had finished pumping globs of semen deep into her womb. Joanna squealed like a barnyard animal. The degradation he put her through only guaranteed another visit from her. That will show him not to fuck with the police!
Joanna didn't hear the front door open or the quiet footsteps making it to the back. Her pistol was on the floor. If it was hidden under her clothes it would be due to luck. A belt unclasped in the bathroom doorway. Pants pushed down. Shoes tossed off. A tight shirt, thrown over the head and tossed into the corner. The shower stall door glided open and Joanna felt muscular hands grip her breasts from behind. The officer leaped to her tiptoes and she instinctively spun around on her heels to feel a very stiff, man-organ grind against her naked flesh.
It was a black ex-con, a felon released from Inner City prison. Joanna had given him a key and free, anytime access to come as he pleased. He was a dangerous type who would put any white man into the hospital if not the morgue. Just the type Joanna was attracted to. He said little and spoke with his hands. First with a squeeze on her titties. They belonged to him for the rest of the night. Then he pointed to his cock. It demanded attention. Joanna dropped her knees and served her black man with an open heart, an open mouth, and a sloppy blow job. She had but one purpose. Obey.
To learn more about the city of Black Pine and its characters, please read my other stories.
As racist ideals are smothered by its corruption and wickedness, white culture is dying. It is time for the Black race to bring salvation to its community.
Located in a small industrial enclave, was a reproductive clinic named the Black Empowerment Now Reproductive Clinic. Owned and operated by The Black Power Movement, it was an example of the organization's benevolence. It provided reproductive and social services free of charge to white women of Black Pine. The clinic was extremely essential, not just popular, with sexually active white girls of childbearing age. It was just one of many strategies the Movement employed gaining sympathy and support from the community to embrace black power.
Stepping out of the double glass doors first was Victoria. She was a medical assistant and pregnancy advisor at the clinic. Victoria was a dark red-haired woman, 26 years old. She was a short 5-foot-5 with wavy hair down to her shoulders. Victoria was as spunky-looking as her personality. Her swinging hips and ample bust were a result of being a mother of 4 mixed race children from three different black men.
Walking out with Victoria at her side was Teagan T. Kayce of Inner City 6. Teagan was dressed very professionally in a tight skirt ending a couple of inches over her knees. Wearing a sports jacket, she displayed a very tight-fitting tube top underneath. Teagan looked relaxed, smiling ear to ear, and even giggling with Victoria.
The two white women walked down the flight of concrete steps along a painted mural on the wall. The living silhouettes of two feminine, white figures stood in front of the colorful art of empowered, black resistance fighters battling white oppression. The black fists were accented over flames conquered the broken values of white men. Naked white women were painted with full breasts in the arms of strong black males with their hands firmly over their pale, white asses.
“You have such a wonderful place!” Teagan complimented Victoria. Victoria replied, “Thank our black men and women. Ever since the Movement arrived and electing our first black mayor, we're turning the city into a beacon for racial justice!” The girls held hands and lowered their heads in prayer. “Gawd bless the black race!” Victoria celebrated.
“Fuck me!” Teagan cursed at herself. “I've been so blinded by white privilege.” Teagan cursed at herself. Victoria went to comfort her, “But you've done better now?” Teagan nodded and said, “Yes. I'm a race traitor. I'm proud, I'm committed. My body is for the black man.” As Victoria smiled, Teagan showed a contrite frown and confessed, “It doesn't make up for me having irresponsible sex with a white man ... and that's why I'm here, right?”
Victoria squeezed Teagan's hand wanting to know she was there for her. Teagan struggled to hold back tears of regret oblivious to the attention she was getting from onlookers recognizing the television news personality. “That was in the past, Teagan. You chose a life of racial justice and black empowerment. We both have.” said Victoria. Teagan agreed and felt comfort and a close bond with the medical professional. She was amazed that she could easily find someone who understood how interracial harmony and sex were intertwined. “Why don't you stay until the test results come in? It takes more time than others, I know, but we'll know for certain.” Victoria suggested.
Teagan offered a smile but shook her head. “I … I just can't ...” she blurted. As she struggled to explain her impatience, she came out and confessed to Victoria what sort of a slut she was, “I need to get laid!” After an awkward pause and an exchange of giggles and grins, Teagan pulled Victoria closer to her and explained. “I need dick. I don't care who. As long as he's black.” Victoria wanted nothing more but to show total compassion and understanding. “I know what you're going through, white girl,” Victoria responded then paused and showed she had an idea to share. “There's a basketball court around the corner at the edge of the parking lot. This time every day, young men are there. Usually in their twenties or thirties. Anyways, white girls take a seat on the bench and watch until the men are finished foolin' around until they're ready for some fun and games.” Victoria suggested. Teagan felt excited, “Really?” she wondered. Victoria nodded her head grinned ear to ear and replied, “I go there … quite often. Four or five times a week. I met the fathers of two of my children there.” Victoria put a finger on her lower lip and shifted her eyes upwards, “I think.”
The idea of mating only excited Teagan more so. She had an undeniable need for dick. Teagan wanted to have it, taste it, to penetrate her deep. There was something beautiful about a sexually open white girl with black men. Being used and discarded like a cum dumpster put her into a tizzy. Teagan and Victoria squeezed each other's hands and said their goodbyes. “I'll call you with the results!” Victoria yelled out. Teagan didn't make it too far past the bottom of the steps where a couple of pregnant white girls who recognized her wanted to take a picture with her. One of the pregnant white girls, an older teen, had a shirt written “Black Baby Maker”. The three took a selfie from their phones. The other pregnant woman, married, sported a black power fist. Teagan put up a “V” with her fingers and said, “Peace and love!”
As Victoria promised, there was a basketball court between the edge of the lot and a tiny green space. It cleverly was hidden behind tall oak trees. The sounds of shuffling feet and the bouncing basketball drew Teagan across the paved lot. The court was inside a high, chain-linked fence. Inside it were four black men playing a game of 2x2. They were tall, lean, and very athletic. Teagan's heart raced at the idea of choosing one of the four to bed her. Oh, the excitement! Teagan imagined heavy balls bouncing against her chin smelling his sweat and lust. She promised herself she would be his best piece of ass for the week. In front of the fence were two benches. On each bench were two white women dressed like it was ladies' night at the dance bar. Four in total, ranging from mid 20's to early 40's. All white, married, and hungry for cock! Teagan stood back and marveled how the white girls paid all attention to the court almost hypnotized but certainly aroused. They acted as if they were sitting alone oblivious to the other three. The young men were busy jumping, passing, running, and shooting. They competed fiercely on each rebound. Their ripping, muscular muscles are on display for their feminine audience.
There was a fifth young man, however. While he was tall, he wasn't quite as tall as the others. Lean and strong, he wasn't the urban warrior as the rest. He was a legal-aged teen waiting in the corner for his turn to participate and stayed quiet and humble until then. When a ball was passed to him, he didn't hesitate to jump in and play his damnedest. The teen struggled to maintain control of the basketball. His feet slipped and his knees buckled with each juke and jive an opponent played on him. Meanwhile, the older black male taking a rest with bottled water noticed well the willing white girls gazing at them.
Teagan's phone buzzed. She quickly answered. It was Victoria and the clinic. Teagan's demeanor was calm and professional. Teagan raised and dipped her chin. Her replies were monotone and terse. “I see. Thank you for the results. I know what I have to do from here.” That was it. Teagan put the phone away and resumed attention to the game.
The game came to a sudden stop. The basketball was pushed into the youngest teen's belly as the four, more mature and experienced marched to open the gate and stepped out. Like a well-choreographed routine, the white girls stood to their feet and made that silent giggle expression. One by one, they paired up. Each of the eight participants understood the act they had to follow.
The 40-ish-year-old wife, in perfect make-up, said to her date as she guided his hand over her ass, “Do you need pussy, sweetie? I'm available.” Another white girl begged her date, “Wanna help me have a black baby?” The third said in a serious, no-nonsense voice, “I'm white. I hate my race. What can we do about it?”. The fourth, a pale-skinned blonde, started with a kiss before confessing, “Do you need a fuck a white girl today?” The four men were extremely agreeable and responded with the confidence and strength the women were craving. The four wives smiled at each other and nodded. Arm by arm, the interracial couples walked off fulfilling their interracial needs. The city was becoming undeniably a progressive utopia. Somewhere soon, there will be serious fucking of married white women, betraying their husbands and their race for the pleasure of black cock.
The fifth and last young black man was left alone holding the ball. Teagan walked up to the chain-linked fence and smiled at him. “They left you, huh?” she teased. The young man looked at Teagan, bounced the ball once before catching it, and looked at his feet. “Can I come closer?” Teagan asked. The young man hesitantly nodded figuring it was at least the polite thing to do. Teagan stepped on the concrete court, swinging her hips with each step carrying a warm smile on her face.
“What's your name, young man?” Teagan asked. The teen shuffled his feet, “Hayward.” he tersely answered and bounced the ball again. Teagan said while brushing a hand across her breasts, “Well, Hayward, your buddies are busy doing something way more fun. Maybe …you want to have fun? Perhaps … with … me?” Instead of bouncing the ball, Hayward was fidgeting with it. His heart raced and he had that hot, heavy feeling in his gut that was moving into his loins. Teagan addressed his awkward silence by taking another step closer. She put a delicate finger underneath Hayward's chin to gesture him to make eye contact with her. “Don't you want to be like your friends? Getting pussy?”
Hayward lost his voice but his stiffening manhood forced him to nod his head. Like a snake, it wanted to uncoil and jump at the chance! Teagan smiled and exhaled an erotic sigh of relief. “So Hayward, What shall we do?”
“You … you … wan … want me to fu, fuck you?” Hayward stuttered. Teagan responded with a very serious look on her face. Almost a frown. “Yes, Hayward. I need to 'fuck'. Do you need to … 'fuck'?” Of course, the young man nodded emphatically. It then came to Hayward. A sudden moment of reality. Too unbelievable to be true!
“Uh … aren't you the lady from the TV news?” Hayward muttered. Teagan smirked and the tone of her voice became impatient. Very impatient. “Listen, do you want to play television reporter or do you wanna get laid!” she asked him.
The answer was obvious.
Hayward followed Teagan to her SUV parked in the clinic's lot. The young man couldn't take his eyes off Teagan's ass just dreaming of tapping that. He kept re-positioning his needy organ as it was growing thick and eager. He began to understand he was going to “get that”. His cock was convinced it was going to experience deep penetration into pussy. Hayward could feel the head of his prick tingle … almost itchy! They climbed into the vehicle, Teagan started the engine, and they rode off.
“Do you play the court often, Hayward?” Teagan asked wanting to make casual conversation before anything turned serious. “Um, this was the first time I was invited,” Hayward whispered as he stared at her lips, bosom, and smooth white legs. Teagan looked both sides of the street through the middle of the industrial enclave. “There. That could do!” she said. Teagan drove into an abandoned lot of an abandoned brick brewery or chemical factory with shallow smoke stacks. It was one of many failed white-owned businesses that fell victim to corruption and incompetency. Teagan drove around to the back looking to put her SUV out of street view. Hayward's heart wanted to burst out of his chest. The head of his cock was aching trying to punch through his shorts. He was counting the seconds to get a dick inside something hot, female, and white!
The rear lot of the factory was neglected and ruined. There were piles of dirty mattresses, broken glass, and old tires dumped there. Tall, overgrown vegetation edged the lot like a natural privacy fence. When Teagan made her sharp turn of the steering wheel to pull the SUV out of sight from the road, she and Hayward noticed someone had beaten them there. There was another overly large SUV even more expensive. Teagan pulled into a spot near the fallen fire escape, looked to her left at the other SUV, and cursed “Shit!” She parked the car and let the engine run as both she and Hayward looked over.
They both witnessed … at the nose of the strange SUV … a tall, dark figure .. one of Hayward's older“friends”. He held his shirt high up his chest while his white girl “date” knelt before him. It was the one with platinum blonde hair … the trophy wife type who was bobbing her head up and down on his black dick. The white girl was dutiful, serving, and cock-hungry. Hayward's jaw dropped and he didn't know if Teagan would start the car and drive off and just give up on their “hookup”. Instead, Teagan killed the engine and told the eager black man, “Lose the pants and get into the back seat!”
Hayward never moved so fast in his life! His door flew open. His basketball shorts dropped and tossed in the seat. Hayward pulled open his side of the rear door and hopped in like he was going on the roller coasters. In the meanwhile, Teagan stepped out like a confident and determined woman. She wiggled out of her clothes and let them lie on the dirty pavement. When she was completely naked she popped the door open and crawled in on her hands and knees and went straight for Hayward's lap.
“Mmmph! Mmmph!” like a seasoned pro, a true black cock slut, Teagan had a mouthful of plump, sweaty,man-meat. Hayward threw his head back unprepared for the instant pleasure and masculine ego rush this white girl was giving him. His black cock stiffened with hot blood making its head plump and aching. His balls grew hot and swollen. Hayward let out a roar and bucked his hips. “Agh! Motha fucka!” he bellowed.
Slurp-slurp-slurp Teagan continued then made a loud, crude whistle with her spit. She spat out a glob of saliva and marveled at how it was polishing his cockhead. “Yeah! I love this black dick!” she celebrated. Hayward bucked his hips and then again. At first, it was male instinct but he decided to do it deliberately. Hearing Teagan gag and continue to please him made him proud of his cock. His hands rubbed across the top of her head before he started groping her ass and titties. When Teagan started licking his balls he experienced another strange wave of electricity flowing through him. His left hand found Teagan's warm, wet snatch and he pushed a finger inside. Teagan did not protest and Hayward learned how a white slut should be treated.
“You like having your dick sucked, huh?” Teagan asked in a teasing, seductive voice. Hayward, entranced, seduced nodded his head. “Tell me to suck your dick!” Teagan wanted.
“Suck my dick.” Hayward quietly whispered. Teagan barked out, “Tell me to suck your black dick.”. Hayward seethed with lust and told her, “Suck my 'black' dick!” Teagan winked at him and resumed with a racially subservient blowjob. Wet spit ran down Hayward's throbbing shaft making Teagan slurp with every breath. Hayward was euphoric running his hand through Teagan's blonde hair.
He laid back and enjoyed the pleasure a black man deserved. Looking over to the other SUV, he saw the white girl lying out on the hood with her legs spread wide. Her black lover was moving his head between her legs licking her snatch. “Gawd-damn!That looks good.” Hayward muttered. Tasting fine, white pussy looked right.
Teagan popped her head and looked over what was distracting his attention. “You wanna eat my pussy, don't you?” she asked. Hayward looked down on her and nodded his head. Teagan smiled and nodded back, pleased her lover wanted to consume her body and soul. She sat up cramped into the corner of the backseat while Hayward guided his nose closer and closer to pussy. Spreading her legs the scent of her femininity drew the young man to drop his chin and stick out his tongue like a hungry beast. Teagan looked down, gritted her teeth, and exhaled hot, steamy breaths.
Hayward's tongue sprang out from between his lips like a hungry eel swirling a sticky dance over Teagan's clit. It darted into her pussy and scooped over and over feeling every tingly portion of her moist femininity. What the young man had tasted was the most wonderful ever experienced. He swore to himself to never go without it. Spools of spittle ran out of his mouth shamelessly making Teagan's love nest a sloppy mess. He let his masculine instincts be in control to compensate for his lack of experience. With his mouth wide open he devoured Teagan's most sensitive place. Through his hunger and lust, Hayward showed Teagan how much he needed pussy! Teagan squealed. She squirmed. She arched her back and ran her hand on top of his head. “Mmmm! Eat that motha-fuckin' pussy!” Teagan demanded.
With her delicate, feminine scent all over his face, Hayward felt an undeniable drive. A powerful need that overwhelmed his senses. There was a throbbing sensation, almost pain, at the knob of his large cock. His heart pounded so hard it felt like a little hammer inside his gut was hitting his loins. Hayward lifted his head. His eyes crossed momentarily before focusing them on Teagan's breasts. “What's the matter, hon?” Teagan asked dropping her television voice for a southern accent. Hayward took a deep breath and leaped between Teagan's spread legs. He mouthed one of Teagan's breasts before switching to the other nipple. Hayward let out a muted growl. The man inside him was crawling out like a lustful animal! Teagan just laid back and let the teen take control. She smiled and let out a laugh enjoying the attention of a black man.
Hayward leaped up once more. This time he was nose to nose and staring at her eye to eye. The couple held their breaths in unison guessing what the other would do. Each could feel the other's heart thumping-thumping against their chests. The Hayward-Man leaned into Teagan and kissed her. The tongue that recently ran through her pussy was into her mouth. It was a passionate kiss between two lovers mad for each other's bodies wanting and needing sex. They shared a primal desire to mate … to fuck. Teagan welcomed being a target of a black man's conquest. She loved Hayward-Man, his race, his aggressiveness. Hayward-Man bucked his hips. It was the first, futile attempt to penetrate a tight hole. Teagan reached down and wrapped her fingers around Hayward-Man's stiff, steel-hard cock. She felt the veins popping with hot blood running through them. His cock-head seemed the size of a plum before it bucked … its first futile attempt for a feminine hole. Teagan wiggled her ass, lifted her thighs, and guided the shaft into her aching pussy. Hayward pushed forward. Masculine needs made it impossible to not do otherwise. His plump, swollen manhood was gripped snugly inside Teagan's womb as it made its way deeper. Hayward let out a relieving sigh.
While Teagan arched her back and smiled, Hayward was unsure at first what had happened to him. He put his manhood, something that defined him into this slutty white girl. Hayward's mind clouded in delirium. His heavy testicles pulsed with energy. Then he felt the pleasure … the power. He lunged forward like a running back carrying his football into the end zone. Hayward grunted feeling Teagan exhale hot air into his ear. He bucked his hips giving Teagan several inches of hot flesh each time. Ram …push … thrust … push … push … thrust!
Teagan let out a stress-relieving gasp that sounded more like a half-chuckle. Finally, past the tease and foreplay, she was getting fucked! “Yes, sweetie! Fuck that white pussy!” she begged. Hayward-Man bucked and dropped his hips again and again. It felt so good, so great! The couple rocked and rolled their bodies and Teagan's SUV. Hayward let out a deep groan in rhythm as he threw his loins into his white girl. Teagan rolled her eyes showing the pleasure she wanted … she needed to feed her hungry sexuality for the black man and his cock. Hayward was going so long his legs turned to rubber and he couldn't feel his feet.
During a moment of rest, Teagan reassured her young lover. “Take your time, honey. Fuck me as long and hard as you need. I'll do anything you want.” Tapping her nose with his, Hayward was surprised at Teagan's willingness. After all, she was white and shouldn't be trusted. “Yeah?” he simply asked. Teagan put her arms around Hayward's neck, smiled, and kissed him. “Yep. You get anything you fucking want! You're black.” she answered. Hayward-Man replied with a very masculine and forceful thrust pushing his cock into Teagan's tight pussy. Teagan grinned ear to ear, “I see we understand each other.”
Meanwhile …
Officer Jones was on her usual patrol through Black Pine. Joanna, alone in her black and white SUV, drove through many of the city's districts. Jones was a cute 29-year-old with short blonde hair. and would be considered gorgeous out of her tactical gear.
Joanna was single but was briefly engaged to an assistant DA from Inner City. She lost her engagement ring in the bottom of some drawer holding meaningless mementos Joanna had become a committed black supremacist and a champion liaison between Black Pine's progressive policing and the black community. Officer Jones was responsible for protecting the racial progress in the community since her city became woke and intelligent enough to elect its first black mayor and abide by the advocacy of The Black Power Movement. As long as there are white people, men especially, there are opportunities for racism, bigotry, and selfishness.
Joanna began her patrol on a lot of the Black Owned Motel. It was a busy place where white women, most all married, have their “fuck dates” with fine, black gentlemen. There was a line outside the office of guests waiting to“check in” and get their room. Some were escorted by more than one man marching into the room with something to prove. More fun for them. It was a good but average day at the motel. A couple of rooms were reserved by single, “working” women. They were white-girl prostitutes leaning against their open doorway, with a heel up against the frame and smoking a cigarette. Deserving black men would study them from their circles standing afar on the lot, reaching into their pockets to see if they had enough to purchase some time from her.
“C'mon, brother! Ask her if she'd take your pocket money!” DeShawn was told. DeShawn and his two 'buddies” were joking with the young, black man. DeShawn was a tall, lean 21-year-old. Jobless and generally uneducated, he liked to troll the motel lot for pussy. Sometimes, he and his friends would get lucky. Others, less so. As progressive as Black Pine was turning into, it could still be cruel in meeting the needs of rightful black men. DeShawn was eyeing a white girl posing in her doorway. She seemed nice and ready. Would she give up her sweet pussy for a handful of small dollar bills?
Prostitution was partially decriminalized to promote a more civil and black-friendly society. However, its normalization was under certain conditions. Only women from “privileged” groups, i.e. white, may offer their bodies for pleasure and exclusively to black men. Black women, also known as civilization's goddesses, were prohibited from being exploited. Black men who managed their hoes were respected for running a legitimate business. While a prostitute may operate independently, she could never be managed by a white man. Nor can she unjustly tease her clients without providing access to her body for sexual expression and release. White pimps, those abusive men selling pleasure to other bigoted white men ran out of the city and was an early example of a victory for progressive ideals.
Joanna had her eye on the woman with jet-black hair dressed in provocative clothing in front of room “8”. She was alone, blowing smoke from between her lips from the cigarette she was holding. Very needful black men stared at her but the raven-haired woman acted indifferent. Her attitude was aloof and unsympathetic.
Joanna's duties included making sure white girls at The Black Owned Motel were safe and model citizens. The officer climbed out of her SUV. While dressed in uniform, marched up to room number 8. The circles of young, black men looked at their shuffling feet pretending not to notice the lady officer. Their immediate instincts are fueled by past prejudices. White woman patrons slowed their pace and held their date's hand tight. Curtains from adjacent rooms are closed. The raven-haired woman planted her heels to the surface and stood her shoulders straight to Joanna.
“May I help … you? Officer?” asked the prostitute.
Joanna walked right up to her and asked with a coy look on her face, “Don't tell me you're alone with too many good-looking men here?” The dark-haired woman smirked and replied with a bored tone, “I'm waiting for my perfect date.” Joanna was impatient with this stuck-up slut. The lot was crowded with black men. That should have been enough to drop to her knees in front of her. The officer put her hands on the hoe's waist and spun her around against the wall for a frisk. “Where's your pimp? He better be black.” Joanna asked. The hoe answered tersely, “I work alone.”
Joanna snickered and instructed the prostitute to face and lean against the wall. She padded the hoe getting a good feel of the outer breasts before working down to the ass. Joanna crouched and lifted the raven-haired skirt and told her, “What a fine ass!” The dark-haired hoe wondered where this frisk would go until she felt the officer's soft lips planted a kiss on her round buttocks. Joanna stood and gestured for the dark-haired prostitute to turn and face her to say, “You're cute!” The couple kissed like lovers. When raven-haired offered her tongue, Joanna mouthed it like a hungry whore herself. She pulled her head back shoved the dark-haired hoe through the open doorway and shut the motel door behind her.
Soon the clothes came off and dropped to the floor. Naked, Joanna buried her face between the hoe's thighs and used her lips and tongue to feast on pussy. The hoe arched her back and moaned enjoying the euphoric pleasures. The prostitute was taken aback by how aggressive and dominant the officer was until she looked up seeing a blurry sight of Joanna's bald pussy dropped on her face. Joanna was particularly needy at that moment of the day. Seeing the prostitute's impudence gave her no other option but to remind the hoe of her purpose. For the next many minutes, moments of feminine lust and passion the couple embraced in different positions. Their hands explored the other's body and lips caressed the erotic places a woman craves attention.
Their sexual climax came to an end with Joanna's two fingers buried into the raven-haired cunt. The hoe arched her back and cursed nearly forgetting she was a hire-for-please type girl. Joanna, satisfied for now, quietly dressed remaining stone-faced. She then pulled out a couple of bills and tossed them on the bed next to the exhausted prostitute.
Joanna told her, “I'm going to send those fine black men to your room. Whatever they offer you, you best agree. Hope you're a three-hole girl.” The raven-haired hoe still recovering, nodded. “I am,” she answered.
The officer marched out of the room, across the lot, and up to a ring of three, young adult black men. It was DeShawn and his friends. At first, the gentlemen were rightfully suspicious. “We did nothing wrong!” said one before Joanna could say her first word. The frowns became grins soon enough. The three men were smiling ear to ear. The men reached into their pockets and pulled whatever cash they had. The three men were extremely excited and hurried to the raven-haired girl's door. Joanna approved seeing the city becoming more beautiful and more perfect.
Joanna continued her patrol through the Stockyards District and its largest trailer park in the city, Black Pine Gardens. It was a place where the lower and lower-middle class found refuge no thanks to the failed economic policies of the prior“white” administration. Next to the nearly mounted flag poles flying banners celebrating black pride was a community basketball court. Parking her vehicle, Joanna climbed out for a routine visit to one of her informers.
Russell was a resident of Black Pine Gardens. He was an athletic 19-year-old who enjoyed basketball. As a young black man, he knew too well of the racial struggles. Russell was partially college-educated before he was expelled from the local community college in a scandal. All Russell did was have sex with multiple white girls and it cost him his education. Bouncing his ball alone in the court, Russell knew if he waited long enough prospects would come present themselves. He also had that feeling it would be that day in the week to get a visit from Black Pine Police.
“Hey, you got a moment?” Joanna asked of Russell. The two stood in the middle of the court both feeling a little anxious. Russell wondered if any more police would show up. Joanna wondered if any more young black men would show. “You have anything to share with me this week?” Joanna asked. Russell shook his head as he had nothing to say to the police officer. Disappointed, Joanna retorted “Maybe, we should continue this discussion in private?” Joanna and Russell quickly made a walk to his trailer.
It looked more like the police escorting the young, black gentleman. A scene to the leering eyes that was far too common. In her oppressive uniform, an ally like Joanna wasn't welcomed here while she represented the police. Russell's trailer was its typical dark and lonely place. His sister was away modeling for famous men. She was making a living rubbing elbows and asses with pro athletes, politicians, and elite businessmen. That was bringing enough income to support her and her brother in their tiny trailer.
When Russell wasn't looking, Joann, reached for his athletic shorts and pulled them by the waistband until they dropped to the floor. She gave Russell an unexpected frisk. A rough, thorough frisk focused around his groin. Her right hand gripped the shaft of his cock and gave it a few tugs. Russell's feet froze to the floor when he heard her whisper, “Take off the shirt.”Joanna frisked and searched Russell's naked body as if he was clothed before gesturing him to sit in the soft cushioned chair in the living room. Joanna unclasped her belt with a holster. He placed her sidearm on a table within Russell's reach before tossing her shirt and her pink, lace bra on top of it. Wiggling her ass, she pulled down her pants until she was wearing just her black boots.
Taking a deep breath she dropped to her knees, lowered her head, and wasted no time putting Russell's cock into her mouth. His black dick was plumped with blood. Its head was swollen and wanted more as he bucked his hips. Joanna bobbed her head with sloppy, dirty sounds. “Tell me what I want,” she asked of him.
Russell spread his knees and placed a hand on top of Joanna's head wanting her so much to suck his black dick. Joanna pulled her mouth away and stroked his cock, teasing him. “Have you seen any white racists? I want names.” Russell pulled his head back and bellowed frustrated, hot air. He needed relief but he had no names to give up. “You look like you need a white girl to take care of this big, black cock!” said Joanna as she kissed up and down its shaft. She slowly pushed the purple cock-head between her lips before pulling it out with a wet, “plop”. Russell felt his balls swell. His entire loins were aching in sexual pain and want. Joanna was confident she was near breaking him. She gave Russell a couple of full mouthfuls before tapping her breasts with his hardened manhood. “Too bad. I was hoping you would dump loads of cum into my pussy.” said Joanna before giving his erection a playful tap with her left hand. She stood to her feet hinting she was ending the interrogation and reached for her clothes. Russell got a close, intimate look at Joanna's naked body. Her perfect tits. Her bare pussy craved hard, black dick. He had to have it!
“Wait!” Russell pleaded. “You have something?” Joanna asked with a raised eyebrow. When Russell nodded Joanna returned to the floor and dutifully resumed sucking cock like a girlfriend. Russell savored the moments feeling Joanna's wet mouth go up and down. The on-duty officer didn't give the young man much additional time without showing “cooperation”. “Tell me, Russell,” Joanna demanded. Russell clenched his fist and had to come up with something. “There's this white guy … he's been following his wife ...”
Joanna's interest was piqued. She lifted her mouth off and slowly pumped Russell's dick with her right hand. “Go on ...” she pressed.
“His wife visits the park several times a week. He comes later driving through the park looking for her.” Russell explained.
“Does she pay you a visit?” Joanna wondered.
Russell shook his head, “Nah. She likes to smoke weed with the older men.”
“I need a name,” Joanna demanded. Russell had no name to share but he came up with, “He drives a white Volvo with a plate beginning with a 'T'!”
Satisfied, Joanna crawled up and straddled Russell and buried his cock into her willing, white pussy. She filled herself good and deep and blew hot air into his ear. Russell, relishing in his masculine pleasures, grabbed her ass with both hands. He started pumping his loins in a steady rhythm and Joanna started moaning helplessly. Deep and loud! It didn't take long for Russell to forget he was fucking the police who were plying him for information. Joanna became his nameless white girl giving up pussy. He roared and started taking control giving the dick Joanna needed.
When Joanna left Russell's place, she had a little trouble walking straight. She looked no different than an intoxicated driver other than the uniform. But Joanna was just loopy on something else and she was very satisfied! Making her way to her patrol vehicle, she made a call to some enforcers. They were aggressive racial advocates out of Inner City. Allies of The Black Power Movement, she asked for a favor keeping a watch on the trailer park for a white Volvo.
Joanna resumed her patrol through the city. Her route took her past the slaughterhouse and over the railroad tracks. She toured the Industrial Enclave and its ruins of white, economic policies. The chemical factory was there to Joanna's left. She pulled in and thought it best to circle the building. The rear of the building was known for its nefarious activities. When Joanna made a counter-clockwise circle, turning into the back, she saw the piles of dirty mattresses, broken glass, old tires … and two parked vehicles. Joanna saw two couples… each with a black man pushing … fucking his white girl from behind. Their bare, black butts thrust like a piston. One of the white girls was Teagan T. Kayce from Inner City 6. Joanna didn't notice. The officer finished her circle and drove out. There was nothing to see here.
When Joanna finished her shift, she returned home. Dropping her clothes, sidearm, and badge on the floor she stepped into her bathroom shower naked. The warm water soothed her and her sore pussy from the pounding Russell gave her. He had her face on the carpet while her knees were on the couch as he plowed his steel-hard, black cock deep inside her. Russell had finished pumping globs of semen deep into her womb. Joanna squealed like a barnyard animal. The degradation he put her through only guaranteed another visit from her. That will show him not to fuck with the police!
Joanna didn't hear the front door open or the quiet footsteps making it to the back. Her pistol was on the floor. If it was hidden under her clothes it would be due to luck. A belt unclasped in the bathroom doorway. Pants pushed down. Shoes tossed off. A tight shirt, thrown over the head and tossed into the corner. The shower stall door glided open and Joanna felt muscular hands grip her breasts from behind. The officer leaped to her tiptoes and she instinctively spun around on her heels to feel a very stiff, man-organ grind against her naked flesh.
It was a black ex-con, a felon released from Inner City prison. Joanna had given him a key and free, anytime access to come as he pleased. He was a dangerous type who would put any white man into the hospital if not the morgue. Just the type Joanna was attracted to. He said little and spoke with his hands. First with a squeeze on her titties. They belonged to him for the rest of the night. Then he pointed to his cock. It demanded attention. Joanna dropped her knees and served her black man with an open heart, an open mouth, and a sloppy blow job. She had but one purpose. Obey.
To learn more about the city of Black Pine and its characters, please read my other stories.
