WPC Sally Brown had finished another long day shift. She stood in front of the mirror in the locker room, smoothed some creases from her skirt, and slipped out of her flat, comfortable shoes into a more feminine pair of heels for the journey home. She wore a fitted black leather jacket to cover the brilliant white of her shirt and the familiar black and white chequered cravat of a London Metropolitan policewoman. Ignoring an invitation to join colleagues at a nearby bar, she climbed into her car and headed for home. She had other ideas tonight !.
Twenty minutes later her car swung into the street beside her apartment block. She passed alongside the building and slotted into her usual parking spot. She scarcely paid any attention to the youths gathered in a group at the rear of her apartment. On the first floor she pushed the key into the lock at no 23 and walked into the hallway. She was carrying her uniform hat which she tossed onto a table, and headed straight for the bedroom. As she looked out into the murky dusk she could see the youths gathered below and further along the street. She smiled to herself.
Sally slipped out of her leather jacket and turned the lights on brightly at the dimmer switch. She stood in full view at the window and slowly removed the cravat from her neck, staring impassively straight ahead. Having removed the cravat she undid the top button of her uniform shirt, and held her pose. In her peripheral vision she saw a face upturned towards the window, then another, and another , somebody was pointing. She didn't look at them directly. She was certain that she had their attention. She began to undo the second button, the third , fourth until they were completely undone. She pulled the shirt free of the top of her skirt and opened it at the front to reveal her black lacy bra. The faces below were transfixed. She slowly peeled the shirt off of her shoulders and stood in full view. Her full breasts were straining at the material of her bra. She allowed the shirt to fall to the floor. She turned with her back to the window and reached around for the catch of her bra. She undid the catch and pulled the straps from her shoulders, a soft smile playing across her lips. She turned slowly to face the window again, cupping the bra onto her breasts.
Disappointment ..... the faces were no longer visible in the street. Simultaneously she heard a commotion at her front door, kicking noises , splintering and voices in the hallway. 'My God' she thought, 'someone is breaking in'. Confusion, several men burst into the bedroom. The lights were killed. Hands gripping her
roughly, shouting, her fighting, something placed over her mouth and nose, an acrid smell, and then nothing .... unconsciousness.
Sally came to in the back of a car. It lurched to a halt outside of what seemed to be a derelict warehouse. Her head was pounding, her hands handcuffed behind her with her own set of cuffs, the metal digging into her flesh. She was dizzy and disorientated. She was dragged from the vehicle, scarcely able to stand on her own two feet, and pulled towards the building. She was suddenly aware that her uniform hat had been placed on her head and rammed down hard onto brow. Her bra and uniform skirt had been removed. Her heavy breasts swung freely as the youths pushed her towards a doorway. She was only wearing her flimsy panties , black stockings and suspenders , and the heels she knew would have provided a tantalising show. She felt vulnerable and afraid. The tables had been turned.
They moved through the door of the derelict building along a passageway and into a cavernous storage room. Only now did she begin to focus on some of the men around her. They were hooded but unmistakeably black. In the middle of the room the men stopped and stood back from her. There was no lighting but in the half gloom and from the powerful street lighting outside she could see that she was surrounded by about twelve youths. They took off their hoods. They were young, 14 to 18 at the most. One powerfully built male stepped forward, and grinned. " you wanted to put on a show", he said, "well you're going to be the evenings entertainment, bitch". "Don't hurt me", Sally heard herself say. He laughed. "We don't have to hurt you, you're little performance was captured on mobile. You'll do anything we ask or that footage is going to be all over the web" He laughed again. The man moved forward. Sally was aware of a table next to her in the middle of the room. He positioned himself in front of her and pushed her backwards onto the table. Her hat remained firmly on her head, and the cuffs behind her back had the effect of forcing her hips upwards. her legs hung over the end of the table. She cried out as the cuffs bit further into her skin.
The main man moved forward and began running his hands over her flat stomach, then slowly upwards until two hands cupped each of her breasts. The youths murmuring excitedly. His hands now fully on each breast kneading them together like dough, whoops of delight from the surrounding crowd. She was startled by the contrast of her white skin against his black hands. Tears began to form in her eyes. "Please don't" she said. Anger in his voice, "shut up bitch, don't make a sound or we will hurt you. You are going to going to show us a good time .... just like we were your boyfriend ... get it !!!!" A sudden movement. His hand reached down between her legs, gripped the flimsy material firmly and ripped hard. She squealed as the material came away in his hand. Her shaven pussy was revealed to all, her legs parted over the edge of the table and her hips lifted by her hands folded firmly behind her back. She was helpless.
Her head was pulled roughly to one side, another youth had moved towards her. She felt a swollen cock head pressed against her lips. "Suck it bitch". The shaft was forced between her lips and deep into her mouth. She pulled away. "Suck it like I was one of you're pig boyfriends". He thrust again. Sally began to suck on the massive black cock in her mouth. The survival instinct had kicked in. Her legs were parted and she felt another cock playing at the lips of her pussy. Two hands pulled her lips apart and the cock was pushed inside. "I'm going to show you how a real man fucks .. bitch". Rhythmically the cock began thrusting inside her , up to the hilt. It felt like he was going to burst into her womb. More whooping and cheering. She had the sense that the crowd was getting bigger. Another cock placed at her mouth, her face being pulled into a grimace. Two cocks now pumping at her mouth. Her breasts were being mauled by god knows how many others. WPC Sally Brown was making full reparations to the black community , whether she liked it or not.
One of the cocks inside her mouth exploded and a heavy load hit the back of her throat. The other cock pulled out and spurted all over her face. A third and fourth cock were immediately thrust into her mouth. The cock inside her was emptied of its load and another roughly replaced it. She was well and truly black owned. Finally when all had sated their lust she was allowed to stand up. Her legs buckled. "Bitch, you're lucky to be alive". Semen dripped from her face, legs and pussy. "We're going to take you home. You won't say anything to anyone" He smiled " Or the footage of this whole evening is going online". Raucous laughter and cheering. "Oh and bitch, we'll be sending someone to pick you up again next week, make sure one of you're lovely WPC friends is with you"
A week later Sally heard the knock at her door, she went into the hallway and opened the door. "Hi Angela" she said, " thanks for coming over, how was work today?". Sally poured two glasses of wine , and the two girls moved into the lounge. They sat and chatted, and Sally waited for the next caller. She waited and she shuddered, and thought "god forgive me"!!.
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Twenty minutes later her car swung into the street beside her apartment block. She passed alongside the building and slotted into her usual parking spot. She scarcely paid any attention to the youths gathered in a group at the rear of her apartment. On the first floor she pushed the key into the lock at no 23 and walked into the hallway. She was carrying her uniform hat which she tossed onto a table, and headed straight for the bedroom. As she looked out into the murky dusk she could see the youths gathered below and further along the street. She smiled to herself.
Sally slipped out of her leather jacket and turned the lights on brightly at the dimmer switch. She stood in full view at the window and slowly removed the cravat from her neck, staring impassively straight ahead. Having removed the cravat she undid the top button of her uniform shirt, and held her pose. In her peripheral vision she saw a face upturned towards the window, then another, and another , somebody was pointing. She didn't look at them directly. She was certain that she had their attention. She began to undo the second button, the third , fourth until they were completely undone. She pulled the shirt free of the top of her skirt and opened it at the front to reveal her black lacy bra. The faces below were transfixed. She slowly peeled the shirt off of her shoulders and stood in full view. Her full breasts were straining at the material of her bra. She allowed the shirt to fall to the floor. She turned with her back to the window and reached around for the catch of her bra. She undid the catch and pulled the straps from her shoulders, a soft smile playing across her lips. She turned slowly to face the window again, cupping the bra onto her breasts.
Disappointment ..... the faces were no longer visible in the street. Simultaneously she heard a commotion at her front door, kicking noises , splintering and voices in the hallway. 'My God' she thought, 'someone is breaking in'. Confusion, several men burst into the bedroom. The lights were killed. Hands gripping her
roughly, shouting, her fighting, something placed over her mouth and nose, an acrid smell, and then nothing .... unconsciousness.
Sally came to in the back of a car. It lurched to a halt outside of what seemed to be a derelict warehouse. Her head was pounding, her hands handcuffed behind her with her own set of cuffs, the metal digging into her flesh. She was dizzy and disorientated. She was dragged from the vehicle, scarcely able to stand on her own two feet, and pulled towards the building. She was suddenly aware that her uniform hat had been placed on her head and rammed down hard onto brow. Her bra and uniform skirt had been removed. Her heavy breasts swung freely as the youths pushed her towards a doorway. She was only wearing her flimsy panties , black stockings and suspenders , and the heels she knew would have provided a tantalising show. She felt vulnerable and afraid. The tables had been turned.
They moved through the door of the derelict building along a passageway and into a cavernous storage room. Only now did she begin to focus on some of the men around her. They were hooded but unmistakeably black. In the middle of the room the men stopped and stood back from her. There was no lighting but in the half gloom and from the powerful street lighting outside she could see that she was surrounded by about twelve youths. They took off their hoods. They were young, 14 to 18 at the most. One powerfully built male stepped forward, and grinned. " you wanted to put on a show", he said, "well you're going to be the evenings entertainment, bitch". "Don't hurt me", Sally heard herself say. He laughed. "We don't have to hurt you, you're little performance was captured on mobile. You'll do anything we ask or that footage is going to be all over the web" He laughed again. The man moved forward. Sally was aware of a table next to her in the middle of the room. He positioned himself in front of her and pushed her backwards onto the table. Her hat remained firmly on her head, and the cuffs behind her back had the effect of forcing her hips upwards. her legs hung over the end of the table. She cried out as the cuffs bit further into her skin.
The main man moved forward and began running his hands over her flat stomach, then slowly upwards until two hands cupped each of her breasts. The youths murmuring excitedly. His hands now fully on each breast kneading them together like dough, whoops of delight from the surrounding crowd. She was startled by the contrast of her white skin against his black hands. Tears began to form in her eyes. "Please don't" she said. Anger in his voice, "shut up bitch, don't make a sound or we will hurt you. You are going to going to show us a good time .... just like we were your boyfriend ... get it !!!!" A sudden movement. His hand reached down between her legs, gripped the flimsy material firmly and ripped hard. She squealed as the material came away in his hand. Her shaven pussy was revealed to all, her legs parted over the edge of the table and her hips lifted by her hands folded firmly behind her back. She was helpless.
Her head was pulled roughly to one side, another youth had moved towards her. She felt a swollen cock head pressed against her lips. "Suck it bitch". The shaft was forced between her lips and deep into her mouth. She pulled away. "Suck it like I was one of you're pig boyfriends". He thrust again. Sally began to suck on the massive black cock in her mouth. The survival instinct had kicked in. Her legs were parted and she felt another cock playing at the lips of her pussy. Two hands pulled her lips apart and the cock was pushed inside. "I'm going to show you how a real man fucks .. bitch". Rhythmically the cock began thrusting inside her , up to the hilt. It felt like he was going to burst into her womb. More whooping and cheering. She had the sense that the crowd was getting bigger. Another cock placed at her mouth, her face being pulled into a grimace. Two cocks now pumping at her mouth. Her breasts were being mauled by god knows how many others. WPC Sally Brown was making full reparations to the black community , whether she liked it or not.
One of the cocks inside her mouth exploded and a heavy load hit the back of her throat. The other cock pulled out and spurted all over her face. A third and fourth cock were immediately thrust into her mouth. The cock inside her was emptied of its load and another roughly replaced it. She was well and truly black owned. Finally when all had sated their lust she was allowed to stand up. Her legs buckled. "Bitch, you're lucky to be alive". Semen dripped from her face, legs and pussy. "We're going to take you home. You won't say anything to anyone" He smiled " Or the footage of this whole evening is going online". Raucous laughter and cheering. "Oh and bitch, we'll be sending someone to pick you up again next week, make sure one of you're lovely WPC friends is with you"
A week later Sally heard the knock at her door, she went into the hallway and opened the door. "Hi Angela" she said, " thanks for coming over, how was work today?". Sally poured two glasses of wine , and the two girls moved into the lounge. They sat and chatted, and Sally waited for the next caller. She waited and she shuddered, and thought "god forgive me"!!.
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