It?s been a year since I found the power of the Negro man and his ?nigger? pounding abilities (THEIR description of it). It all happened so naturally that its crazy how quickly and easily I became ?black mesmerized? by black nigger cock! Let me back track. My name is Trish and I?m a 30yo white woman who moved to Harlem from a sleepy town in Connecticut a year and a half ago. People on the streets of Harlem know me as Officer Bakker. An even ?smaller? group know me by another name, Officer Alley Fukker. As you?ve probably already guessed, I work for the NYPD and I?m a beat cop.
My district includes West Harlem, an up-and-coming part of Manhattan for the white-class, but DEF very much the SOUL of black New York, much to my lucky, lucky surprise. You see I decided that if I ever wanted the white picket fence, husband and 2.5 children dream, my town wasn?t gonna help me find it. I decided my rich husband with my future would be in New York City so I put in for a transfer and ended up with the 28thPrecinct in Harlem. Of course I was shocked having grown up in a mostly white town!! And of course, I had to start at the bottom, which meant street patrol. That?s where my adventure began. Along with getting my street beat I also landed the 6pm to 6am shift, which meant being out when the streets were their craziest! It was a normal Thursday and my partner asked if he could ?sneak off? and see some girl who lived in the PJ?s (street slang for the projects) around the corner for a couple of hours. Being the ?newbie?, I wanted to please, so I said go ahead BUT if anything went down I?d call and he HAD to be there in minutes. He agreed.
Of course, not 5 minutes after he left I get call coming in about a panhandler harassing the poor white people for change at the Popeye?s Chicken on 125thand 9th, so I swung the squad car around to see what I could handle on my own with out backup. When I got there a scruffy older Blackman, about mid-fifties and a balding head (salt and pepper tuffs on the sides and back) had the door open and his big black hand sticking out asking for a tip.
I asked him to step over to my squad car and to place his hands on the hood. He smiled at me and I noticed he was missing his two front teeth and had gold covering on a few others. I asked him if he had any identification on him, and he responded ?no?. I asked his name which he replied, ?Thunder, why you axin? U tryna date a niggah?!? ? At that point I figured he was pretty harmless and just a down-on-his-luck Blackman. I did tell him I?d have to check him for any weapons or drugs and IF nothing turned up, he was free to go as long as he stayed clear of the establishment. He chuckled and responded that the only weapon he had was between his legs and to be careful cause when I felt it, it would affect me like a drug as it had done to many other white women. I just shook my head and responded, ?just spread ?em wiseass!? I turned out his pockets and just found a few crumpled dollars, a lighter, and a few coins. I patted down his shirt and continued down the outsides of his pants around his ankles and sockets and up the inside pant leg where I hit a dense object half way up his thigh. My hand stopped and I caught my breath and thought to myself, ?no way!? Thunder must have heard me catch my breath cause he chuckled and said, ?go ahead little lady and feel it all you want, it?s EXACTLY what you think it is.? I came out of my trance and realized that I still had my hand grasping this thick mass AND its was growing longer an thicker. I also realized a strange sensation as my pussy had started to leak into my panties.
Embarrassed, I quickly withdrew my hard and told Mr. Thunder he was free to go. Thunder leaned in and whispered ? I knows what dat did to yo white pussy jus now. U want more, meet me in da alley around the cornah and climb through da hole in da fence and ol Thunda will be waiting with his niggah weapon.? With that old Thunder shuffled off then turned back and grinned a toothless grin and winked. I leaked a little more into my panties and my knees wobbled slightly. After driving around the block a few times my pussy betrayed me and I thought, ?what the hell, I haven?t been laid since I moved AND that?s a bigger cock that I?ve ever seen if its actually for real!? So I found myself climbing through a hole in a fence into a secluded, garbage strewn alley way which had a turn up ahead. I started to walk in full uniform knowing what was around that corner. That?s when I became Officer Alley Fukker. When I turned the corner my knees almost gave out. There sitting on a stool next to a dirty old mattress was Thunder. He had his pants down at his ankles and was stroking what looked to be a mule?s cock!! It was thick like a salami and about 13? long! And it was droolin an obscene amount of pre-cum on to the dirty alley floor. ?Cum get some black Thundah Officer slut? he demanded and with those words I become my unknown, true self?. a niggers whore. I squatted in my boots and uniform and grabbed that black cock with two fists and still half of that mule cock was left staring at me. I let my lips part, jaw opened obscenely wide and my willing mouth slid down the monster shaft until I hit my top hand. I gagged and pulled up and went right back down but this time my top hand release and I went down to the second hand where my eyes bulged out and I gagged again but Thunder held me down until I caught my breath and relaxed my throat. From there is was a nasty drool filled sloppy suck job with no hands. Sometimes the shaft would bend and groan under my pressure trying to deep throat and other times it would make it past my throat muscles and Id have salt and pepper Negro pubic hair in my nostrils. After about 10 minutes my pussy was a swamp! At some point Thunder had gotten my tits out of my uniform and they we covered in drool and pre-cum and hung obscenely from my open uniform. At that point Thunder said it was time to take me to heaven. He stripped me of my uniform bottom and laid me down on the filthy mattress in that filthy alley. I looked up and thought, ?what has become of me??, but my pussy was on fire and I didn?t care. I was about to be impaled by the biggest black cock I could imagine and I was dripping in my pussy with anticipation!!! ?Damn, this is typical white pussy..soooo tight!? were the next words out of Thunders mouth as the head pushed past my pink lips and I gasped! I was on fire! After 5? I started to cum. At 7? I had a second orgasm that made me see stars! At 10? I started shooting pussy juice all around that nigger monster! When Thunder finally hit bottom I all but passed out from the orgasms rocking my shaking body. Thunder started to pound down harder and harder into my pussy as that old mattress squeaked and groaned. The pace started getting faster and harder as Thunder had to slip his tongue into my mouth to muffle the screams the large orgasms were giving me. A LARGE puddle of pussy juice was forming on that dirty mattress under my white ass and my eyes rolled back into my head as I had rolling orgasms. NEVER had I imagined pleasure like this!! My legs bounced on this street man?s back as he pound my pussy for all it was worth. He fucked me for a straight hour until suddenly he yelled, ?get ready bitch? and plunged balls deep into me and came with such force I could feel him shooting into my uterus. I came a final time. Thunder pulled out after a few minutes. The slurping/ sucking sound was followed by a pop and a stream of cum onto that nasty mattress. I was lost in total bliss and disbelief BUT felt like I finally found a missing part of my soul. When I opened my eyes Thunder was gone. There I was spread out and a mess for all to see in my uniform on that dirty mattress in that dirty alley in Harlem. Written on my note pad was, ?next lesson in two weeks?same time same place.? I cleaned up best as I could and bowlegged walked to my squad car. I still had 15 minutes to pickup my partner so I stopped in that same Popeye?s to use the rest room and freshen up my used and abused white pussy. Two weeks from now I decided my partner has a date with his project bitch and I?m taking Thunder lesson number TWO!
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My district includes West Harlem, an up-and-coming part of Manhattan for the white-class, but DEF very much the SOUL of black New York, much to my lucky, lucky surprise. You see I decided that if I ever wanted the white picket fence, husband and 2.5 children dream, my town wasn?t gonna help me find it. I decided my rich husband with my future would be in New York City so I put in for a transfer and ended up with the 28thPrecinct in Harlem. Of course I was shocked having grown up in a mostly white town!! And of course, I had to start at the bottom, which meant street patrol. That?s where my adventure began. Along with getting my street beat I also landed the 6pm to 6am shift, which meant being out when the streets were their craziest! It was a normal Thursday and my partner asked if he could ?sneak off? and see some girl who lived in the PJ?s (street slang for the projects) around the corner for a couple of hours. Being the ?newbie?, I wanted to please, so I said go ahead BUT if anything went down I?d call and he HAD to be there in minutes. He agreed.
Of course, not 5 minutes after he left I get call coming in about a panhandler harassing the poor white people for change at the Popeye?s Chicken on 125thand 9th, so I swung the squad car around to see what I could handle on my own with out backup. When I got there a scruffy older Blackman, about mid-fifties and a balding head (salt and pepper tuffs on the sides and back) had the door open and his big black hand sticking out asking for a tip.
I asked him to step over to my squad car and to place his hands on the hood. He smiled at me and I noticed he was missing his two front teeth and had gold covering on a few others. I asked him if he had any identification on him, and he responded ?no?. I asked his name which he replied, ?Thunder, why you axin? U tryna date a niggah?!? ? At that point I figured he was pretty harmless and just a down-on-his-luck Blackman. I did tell him I?d have to check him for any weapons or drugs and IF nothing turned up, he was free to go as long as he stayed clear of the establishment. He chuckled and responded that the only weapon he had was between his legs and to be careful cause when I felt it, it would affect me like a drug as it had done to many other white women. I just shook my head and responded, ?just spread ?em wiseass!? I turned out his pockets and just found a few crumpled dollars, a lighter, and a few coins. I patted down his shirt and continued down the outsides of his pants around his ankles and sockets and up the inside pant leg where I hit a dense object half way up his thigh. My hand stopped and I caught my breath and thought to myself, ?no way!? Thunder must have heard me catch my breath cause he chuckled and said, ?go ahead little lady and feel it all you want, it?s EXACTLY what you think it is.? I came out of my trance and realized that I still had my hand grasping this thick mass AND its was growing longer an thicker. I also realized a strange sensation as my pussy had started to leak into my panties.
Embarrassed, I quickly withdrew my hard and told Mr. Thunder he was free to go. Thunder leaned in and whispered ? I knows what dat did to yo white pussy jus now. U want more, meet me in da alley around the cornah and climb through da hole in da fence and ol Thunda will be waiting with his niggah weapon.? With that old Thunder shuffled off then turned back and grinned a toothless grin and winked. I leaked a little more into my panties and my knees wobbled slightly. After driving around the block a few times my pussy betrayed me and I thought, ?what the hell, I haven?t been laid since I moved AND that?s a bigger cock that I?ve ever seen if its actually for real!? So I found myself climbing through a hole in a fence into a secluded, garbage strewn alley way which had a turn up ahead. I started to walk in full uniform knowing what was around that corner. That?s when I became Officer Alley Fukker. When I turned the corner my knees almost gave out. There sitting on a stool next to a dirty old mattress was Thunder. He had his pants down at his ankles and was stroking what looked to be a mule?s cock!! It was thick like a salami and about 13? long! And it was droolin an obscene amount of pre-cum on to the dirty alley floor. ?Cum get some black Thundah Officer slut? he demanded and with those words I become my unknown, true self?. a niggers whore. I squatted in my boots and uniform and grabbed that black cock with two fists and still half of that mule cock was left staring at me. I let my lips part, jaw opened obscenely wide and my willing mouth slid down the monster shaft until I hit my top hand. I gagged and pulled up and went right back down but this time my top hand release and I went down to the second hand where my eyes bulged out and I gagged again but Thunder held me down until I caught my breath and relaxed my throat. From there is was a nasty drool filled sloppy suck job with no hands. Sometimes the shaft would bend and groan under my pressure trying to deep throat and other times it would make it past my throat muscles and Id have salt and pepper Negro pubic hair in my nostrils. After about 10 minutes my pussy was a swamp! At some point Thunder had gotten my tits out of my uniform and they we covered in drool and pre-cum and hung obscenely from my open uniform. At that point Thunder said it was time to take me to heaven. He stripped me of my uniform bottom and laid me down on the filthy mattress in that filthy alley. I looked up and thought, ?what has become of me??, but my pussy was on fire and I didn?t care. I was about to be impaled by the biggest black cock I could imagine and I was dripping in my pussy with anticipation!!! ?Damn, this is typical white pussy..soooo tight!? were the next words out of Thunders mouth as the head pushed past my pink lips and I gasped! I was on fire! After 5? I started to cum. At 7? I had a second orgasm that made me see stars! At 10? I started shooting pussy juice all around that nigger monster! When Thunder finally hit bottom I all but passed out from the orgasms rocking my shaking body. Thunder started to pound down harder and harder into my pussy as that old mattress squeaked and groaned. The pace started getting faster and harder as Thunder had to slip his tongue into my mouth to muffle the screams the large orgasms were giving me. A LARGE puddle of pussy juice was forming on that dirty mattress under my white ass and my eyes rolled back into my head as I had rolling orgasms. NEVER had I imagined pleasure like this!! My legs bounced on this street man?s back as he pound my pussy for all it was worth. He fucked me for a straight hour until suddenly he yelled, ?get ready bitch? and plunged balls deep into me and came with such force I could feel him shooting into my uterus. I came a final time. Thunder pulled out after a few minutes. The slurping/ sucking sound was followed by a pop and a stream of cum onto that nasty mattress. I was lost in total bliss and disbelief BUT felt like I finally found a missing part of my soul. When I opened my eyes Thunder was gone. There I was spread out and a mess for all to see in my uniform on that dirty mattress in that dirty alley in Harlem. Written on my note pad was, ?next lesson in two weeks?same time same place.? I cleaned up best as I could and bowlegged walked to my squad car. I still had 15 minutes to pickup my partner so I stopped in that same Popeye?s to use the rest room and freshen up my used and abused white pussy. Two weeks from now I decided my partner has a date with his project bitch and I?m taking Thunder lesson number TWO!
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