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Jason sat at a table with two of his closest buddies. They had been summoned by the lone white guy in the trio - Mike Aiello.
Mike started, “It’s John’s 50th in a couple weeks. I was thinking we go to the shooting range, order-in dinner, and hire a stripper.”
Scotty Davis, also an officer in the U.S. Secret Service’s Uniformed Division, was quick to agree. “That’s a great idea. Just one stripper?”
“Yeah,” the dude of Italian heritage shot back. “Just one. A really sexy one with big tits. You know John’s a breast man.”
“Yeah,” Scotty nodded.
“I was hoping we could eat and have the girl come to your place, Whitmore” the Smithsonian Police officer proffered.
“That’s fine by me,” Jason concurred. “Just make sure she’s hot.”
“You know me,” Mike reassured his friend. “She’ll be stacked.”
“Hell yeah,” Scotty approved.
The waitress brought their garlic Parmesan wings and another pitcher of beer. “Thanks,” smiled Scotty.
As the auburn-haired young lady walked away, Mike asked, “You guys think the carpet matches the d****s.”
“I don’t give a ‘F’,” Scotty chuckled.
“Looks like a dye job,” Jason added.
“She’s hot though, right,” checked Mike.
“Absolutely,” Jason affirmed.
“I’d tear that up,” Scotty smirked.
“We know, Davis,” Mike scoffed. “She’s young and she’s white.”
“I like what I like. What can I say,” chuckled the African-American cop who had just been called out.
RIght about then, a bouncy young lady with sandy blonde hair and large tits approached their table. “Hey, handsome,” she smiled.
“Hey, babe,” Scotty hugged her and pulled out a seat. “Guys, this is Brielle. Brielle, this is Aiello and Whitmore,” he pointed them out.
“Nice to meet you,” Mike said.
“Likewise,” smiled Jason.
“Nice to meet y’all too,” she beamed.
“How’d you meet Davis here,” Mike pried.
“At work,” she offered.
“You work at the White House,” Mike pressed.
“I’m an intern this semester,” she revealed.
Jason attempted to steer conversation. “That’s great. Would you like something to eat?”
“No thanks.”
He tried.
Mike went back to interrogating. “Are you still in school?”
“I’m working on my master’s at American,” Brielle replied.
“Where’d you do undergrad,” inquired Jason.
“Salem College.”
“Get outta here,” Jason grinned. “I went to Wake Forest.”
“No way,” her eyes widened. “Right around the corner.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Scotty was fine with them talking. He was presently texting his wife letting her know he got busy at work and not to wait up. He had no desire to go home to the frigid, skinny nag with small tits. He would much rather fuck this hot, barely legal white chick.
“You ready to head out, Brie,” Scotty asked.
“Sure,” she hopped up.
Scotty threw out an Andrew Jackson and told his buds he would see them later. The dark-skinned man with the low box cut fade put his arm around the slender woman’s waist and headed towards the door.
Mike shook his head. “She’s gonna get it.”
“For sure,” concurred Jason.
“I almost feel bad for Roberta.”
“Why? She knows her husband’s a man-whore,” chuckled Jason.
“Yeah. I’m surprised she puts up with it. My ex tried to stab me when she found out I was cheating.”
“It’s interesting to me too.”
“Italian chicks are violent. They’ll cut you. See,” he showed a scar on his left arm.
“I get it. Black women are usually pretty brutal about that shit too. My sisters would fuck my brothers-in-law up.”
“Really? Your sisters,” laughed Mike.
“Uppity. That’s fucked up, man.”
“My bad. I didn’t mean anything by it. I just meant high-class is all.”
“FIne. But you gotta understand the racial undertones of that word.”
“Look. I said I’m sorry,” Mike stressed.
“I’m not mad,” Jason clarified. “Just trying to explain.”
“Alright, man! I’m listening.”
“Yeah! So, they’re both well-educated, high achieving Black women. Uppity implies they’re doing things that are above their expected roles. Like they don’t know their proper place in society.”
“Gotcha.”
“Forget it,” shrugged Jason.
“Naw, dude. We’re good. You know I respect Black women.”
“Yeah, enough to fuck the hot ones.”
“And the not so hot ones too,” he snickered.
“I gotta get going,” Jason said. “Early day tomorrow.”
The friends paid the bill and parted ways.
Meanwhile Scotty and Brielle were in a hotel room. He was on his back with her hovering over him. He gigantic 36DD titties were in his face. The were luscious and pale with perky pink nipples. He motorboated them as she giggled with pleasure. She’d already sucked his dick good. He’d eaten her pussy - something he’d never do with Roberta.
“Ready for this Alabama Black snake,” he boomed.
“Yes, sir,” she laughed.
Scotty mounted her and went into her tight pussy. “Fuck, baby!”
“You like this pussy?”
“Yeah! I love fucking your pink pussy with this big Black dick!”
“Yes, Scotty! I love your big Black cock.”
“It loves your pretty white ass,” he opined.
Scotty and Brielle fucked like rabbits. The 47 year-old man showed the 23 year-old white girl what a real pounding was like.
“God, I love Black cock!”
“Yeah, bitch! Take it!”
“Oh my god!”
“Yeah! This some Black on blonde shit!”
Scotty impaled the buxom young redhead. His girthy 9-¼ inches stretched her wide open. He studied her buoyant breasts as he banged her.
“Oh yes, Scotty. Fuck this white bitch! Make me your queen of spades!”
Scotty nutted all over Brielle’s tits. He rubbed it in with his dick then fed it to her.
He got dressed and left the room. He had to get home.
A couple of weeks later, the four amigos were together for John Layton’s birthday celebration. They started out at the gun range down the street from Jason’s complex. Back at the apartment, John said he wanted steak and a baked potato. Scotty tried squashing the idea of ordering that from a restaurant. Mike insisted on sticking with the plan.
Mike got John a ribeye with a baked potato. The others got New York strips and fries. He also added a strawberry shortcake.
The food arrived and they ate.
“Thanks, guys,” the divorced guest of honor said.
“Of course,” Scotty replied.
“No problem,” Mike added.
“We got your back,” Jason proclaimed.
“I never would’ve expected all this,” the fit and hardy D.C. Metro Police captain stated.
“There’s more,” Mike declared checking his phone. “In about 20 minutes.”
“Poker,” suggested Jason.
“Why not,” Capt. Layton smiled.
“I’m always in,” Scotty made known,
Jason fetched a deck of cards and dealt. A game of Texas hold ‘em. He dealt two cards to each player then flipped over three cards. Mike ended up winning the round with a full house - three queens and a pair of sevens. They were drinking heavily.
Mike announced, “It’s time.” He rushed to the door and opened it.
She was gorgeous. Her skin was had the slightest olive tint. Her hair was long and platinum blonde. SHe threw off her overcoat. She wore a hot pink one piece skin suit with silver sequins adorning jagged cut slashes. She measured 42DD-35-42. He curvaceous body was banging. All the cops had boners. She set up the music and began to shake her ass.
She gave John a lap dance. As she gyrated, she said, “I see the little birthday boy wants some attention.”
“He’s not that little,” chuckled John.
“I know, papi,” the Puerto Rican stripper agreed.
“You can take it out!”
John pulled out his cock. It was meaty and 7-½ inches. It dripped with precum.
The stripper pulled down her top and out flopped her incredible gazongas plopped out. She knelt down and squeezed them around the hard cock. She masterbated him. “Play with ‘em, daddy,” she cooed.
John acted hesitant.
“If you don’t play with them titties,” Scotty barked tugging at his dick.
“Yeah,” Mike laughed.
John reached out and massaged them gently. “Soft,” he remarked.
Jason looked hard at the dancer. There was just something about her.
“What all do we get, Aiello,” questioned Scotty.
“She’ll do a li’l sucky fucky if we want,” Mike confirmed.
Scotty walked over and pulled out his big dick. The stripper licked it and kissed it. “Got damn! I ain’t never had nobody suck it like that!” The bitch swallowed all of his manhood and was still titty fucking John. “Show us that pussy, girl,” he demanded.
The stripper stood up. Her succulent ass twerked as she undressed. She had on a little g-string. She danced some more.
Mike moved close to her. He grabbed either side of the panties. Then he said, “Surprise!” He pulled down the undies.
Where her pussy was supposed to be, there was a tiny, infantile penis.
“What the fuck,” Scotty’s eyes bugged.
John’s mouth fell open, “Huh?”
Jason remarked, “I thought so.”
Aiello was bent over belly laughing. “I got you fools good. I hired a tranny.”
“Man, you’re sick as fuck,” John laughed.
“Stupid,” Jason added.
“Dammit, Aiello. I wanted some pussy tonight.”
“She’s got all this ass,” Mike shook the voluminous cheeks.
“True,” Jason agreed.
“I don’t fuck dudes,” protested Scotty.
“That ain’t no dude,” Jason shared.
“I kinda agree with Whitmore.,” John piped up. “She’s a gorgeous lady. I’d fuck her.”
The stripper turned around and bent over.
“Damn,” Scotty said. “But I…”
By that time Mike had pulled down his pants and was rubbing his 7-incher in between her cheeks. He busted without penetrating her. “It’s all for fun,” he told them.
John called her back over with a gesture. She started sucking his cock. He groaned and pulled out. He shot a big load all over his stomach.
“Can you believe this, man,” Scotty asked Jason.
“Yeah! She’s hot!”
Jason rushed over and pulled out his 8-½-inch dick. She licked it for him. Then, he stuffed it up her juicy booty.
“Oh, papi,” she purred. “Fuck this ass!”
“Yeah, gurl! Take this big Black cock!”
“Oh my god, papi. Fuck me!”
“Yeah, bitch!”
“Fuck this tranny pussy with that big Black cock!”
“Yeah, gurl! Take it!”
Scotty could hardly believe it. All of his crew had done some sexual shit with this he-she. Hell, he had let the bitch suck his cock. He was still rock hard. He threw caution to the wind and walked over. He put his dick in her face as Jason fucked her from behind. It felt even better than before. Spit and saliva were dripping everywhere.
Jason pounded her. He extracted his dick and came on her back.
“I think I’m gonna try it,” announced Scotty.
“Sure, papi,” the stripper replied. “How do you want it.”
“Get up on the couch. On your knees!”
Scotty positioned behind her and pushed in. “Shit,” he yelled.
“Put that big Black cock in this pussy, papi!”
“Got damn! It’s tight!”
“Si, papi! Fuck my culo.”
“Ah shit!”
“You like this tranny pussy?”
“Yeah! Take this big Black cock white gurl!”
“Yes, papi. Oh my god. It’s soooo big!”
“You got me fucking you! Look at your ass!”
“Hell yeah, baby! Fuck it!”
Scotty was on autopilot. He banged hard and furiously. When it was time to cum, he pulled out and shot it on her fantastic melons.
The stripper got dressed. Mike forwarded her the rest of the payment through an app on his phone.
John was passed out. Mike was dozing off.
Scotty looked at Jason. He shook his head. “Can you believe we did that?”
“Yeah,” Jason admitted freely.
“You cool with it?”
“Why not? DIdn’t you enjoy it?”
“I kinda did,” Scotty hesitated to say.
“It’s all good,” the North Carolinian reassured him.
“Ya think,” the country boy from Alabama asked.
“Yeah. I’ve been banging trannies for a minute.”
“For real?”
“Yep!”
“That’s what’s up. I mean I did like it.”
“If you think that was hot, wait till you fuck a twinky sissy ass white boi.”
“Really?”
“If I’m lying, I’m dying.”
Mike started, “It’s John’s 50th in a couple weeks. I was thinking we go to the shooting range, order-in dinner, and hire a stripper.”
Scotty Davis, also an officer in the U.S. Secret Service’s Uniformed Division, was quick to agree. “That’s a great idea. Just one stripper?”
“Yeah,” the dude of Italian heritage shot back. “Just one. A really sexy one with big tits. You know John’s a breast man.”
“Yeah,” Scotty nodded.
“I was hoping we could eat and have the girl come to your place, Whitmore” the Smithsonian Police officer proffered.
“That’s fine by me,” Jason concurred. “Just make sure she’s hot.”
“You know me,” Mike reassured his friend. “She’ll be stacked.”
“Hell yeah,” Scotty approved.
The waitress brought their garlic Parmesan wings and another pitcher of beer. “Thanks,” smiled Scotty.
As the auburn-haired young lady walked away, Mike asked, “You guys think the carpet matches the d****s.”
“I don’t give a ‘F’,” Scotty chuckled.
“Looks like a dye job,” Jason added.
“She’s hot though, right,” checked Mike.
“Absolutely,” Jason affirmed.
“I’d tear that up,” Scotty smirked.
“We know, Davis,” Mike scoffed. “She’s young and she’s white.”
“I like what I like. What can I say,” chuckled the African-American cop who had just been called out.
RIght about then, a bouncy young lady with sandy blonde hair and large tits approached their table. “Hey, handsome,” she smiled.
“Hey, babe,” Scotty hugged her and pulled out a seat. “Guys, this is Brielle. Brielle, this is Aiello and Whitmore,” he pointed them out.
“Nice to meet you,” Mike said.
“Likewise,” smiled Jason.
“Nice to meet y’all too,” she beamed.
“How’d you meet Davis here,” Mike pried.
“At work,” she offered.
“You work at the White House,” Mike pressed.
“I’m an intern this semester,” she revealed.
Jason attempted to steer conversation. “That’s great. Would you like something to eat?”
“No thanks.”
He tried.
Mike went back to interrogating. “Are you still in school?”
“I’m working on my master’s at American,” Brielle replied.
“Where’d you do undergrad,” inquired Jason.
“Salem College.”
“Get outta here,” Jason grinned. “I went to Wake Forest.”
“No way,” her eyes widened. “Right around the corner.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Scotty was fine with them talking. He was presently texting his wife letting her know he got busy at work and not to wait up. He had no desire to go home to the frigid, skinny nag with small tits. He would much rather fuck this hot, barely legal white chick.
“You ready to head out, Brie,” Scotty asked.
“Sure,” she hopped up.
Scotty threw out an Andrew Jackson and told his buds he would see them later. The dark-skinned man with the low box cut fade put his arm around the slender woman’s waist and headed towards the door.
Mike shook his head. “She’s gonna get it.”
“For sure,” concurred Jason.
“I almost feel bad for Roberta.”
“Why? She knows her husband’s a man-whore,” chuckled Jason.
“Yeah. I’m surprised she puts up with it. My ex tried to stab me when she found out I was cheating.”
“It’s interesting to me too.”
“Italian chicks are violent. They’ll cut you. See,” he showed a scar on his left arm.
“I get it. Black women are usually pretty brutal about that shit too. My sisters would fuck my brothers-in-law up.”
“Really? Your sisters,” laughed Mike.
“Uppity. That’s fucked up, man.”
“My bad. I didn’t mean anything by it. I just meant high-class is all.”
“FIne. But you gotta understand the racial undertones of that word.”
“Look. I said I’m sorry,” Mike stressed.
“I’m not mad,” Jason clarified. “Just trying to explain.”
“Alright, man! I’m listening.”
“Yeah! So, they’re both well-educated, high achieving Black women. Uppity implies they’re doing things that are above their expected roles. Like they don’t know their proper place in society.”
“Gotcha.”
“Forget it,” shrugged Jason.
“Naw, dude. We’re good. You know I respect Black women.”
“Yeah, enough to fuck the hot ones.”
“And the not so hot ones too,” he snickered.
“I gotta get going,” Jason said. “Early day tomorrow.”
The friends paid the bill and parted ways.
Meanwhile Scotty and Brielle were in a hotel room. He was on his back with her hovering over him. He gigantic 36DD titties were in his face. The were luscious and pale with perky pink nipples. He motorboated them as she giggled with pleasure. She’d already sucked his dick good. He’d eaten her pussy - something he’d never do with Roberta.
“Ready for this Alabama Black snake,” he boomed.
“Yes, sir,” she laughed.
Scotty mounted her and went into her tight pussy. “Fuck, baby!”
“You like this pussy?”
“Yeah! I love fucking your pink pussy with this big Black dick!”
“Yes, Scotty! I love your big Black cock.”
“It loves your pretty white ass,” he opined.
Scotty and Brielle fucked like rabbits. The 47 year-old man showed the 23 year-old white girl what a real pounding was like.
“God, I love Black cock!”
“Yeah, bitch! Take it!”
“Oh my god!”
“Yeah! This some Black on blonde shit!”
Scotty impaled the buxom young redhead. His girthy 9-¼ inches stretched her wide open. He studied her buoyant breasts as he banged her.
“Oh yes, Scotty. Fuck this white bitch! Make me your queen of spades!”
Scotty nutted all over Brielle’s tits. He rubbed it in with his dick then fed it to her.
He got dressed and left the room. He had to get home.
A couple of weeks later, the four amigos were together for John Layton’s birthday celebration. They started out at the gun range down the street from Jason’s complex. Back at the apartment, John said he wanted steak and a baked potato. Scotty tried squashing the idea of ordering that from a restaurant. Mike insisted on sticking with the plan.
Mike got John a ribeye with a baked potato. The others got New York strips and fries. He also added a strawberry shortcake.
The food arrived and they ate.
“Thanks, guys,” the divorced guest of honor said.
“Of course,” Scotty replied.
“No problem,” Mike added.
“We got your back,” Jason proclaimed.
“I never would’ve expected all this,” the fit and hardy D.C. Metro Police captain stated.
“There’s more,” Mike declared checking his phone. “In about 20 minutes.”
“Poker,” suggested Jason.
“Why not,” Capt. Layton smiled.
“I’m always in,” Scotty made known,
Jason fetched a deck of cards and dealt. A game of Texas hold ‘em. He dealt two cards to each player then flipped over three cards. Mike ended up winning the round with a full house - three queens and a pair of sevens. They were drinking heavily.
Mike announced, “It’s time.” He rushed to the door and opened it.
She was gorgeous. Her skin was had the slightest olive tint. Her hair was long and platinum blonde. SHe threw off her overcoat. She wore a hot pink one piece skin suit with silver sequins adorning jagged cut slashes. She measured 42DD-35-42. He curvaceous body was banging. All the cops had boners. She set up the music and began to shake her ass.
She gave John a lap dance. As she gyrated, she said, “I see the little birthday boy wants some attention.”
“He’s not that little,” chuckled John.
“I know, papi,” the Puerto Rican stripper agreed.
“You can take it out!”
John pulled out his cock. It was meaty and 7-½ inches. It dripped with precum.
The stripper pulled down her top and out flopped her incredible gazongas plopped out. She knelt down and squeezed them around the hard cock. She masterbated him. “Play with ‘em, daddy,” she cooed.
John acted hesitant.
“If you don’t play with them titties,” Scotty barked tugging at his dick.
“Yeah,” Mike laughed.
John reached out and massaged them gently. “Soft,” he remarked.
Jason looked hard at the dancer. There was just something about her.
“What all do we get, Aiello,” questioned Scotty.
“She’ll do a li’l sucky fucky if we want,” Mike confirmed.
Scotty walked over and pulled out his big dick. The stripper licked it and kissed it. “Got damn! I ain’t never had nobody suck it like that!” The bitch swallowed all of his manhood and was still titty fucking John. “Show us that pussy, girl,” he demanded.
The stripper stood up. Her succulent ass twerked as she undressed. She had on a little g-string. She danced some more.
Mike moved close to her. He grabbed either side of the panties. Then he said, “Surprise!” He pulled down the undies.
Where her pussy was supposed to be, there was a tiny, infantile penis.
“What the fuck,” Scotty’s eyes bugged.
John’s mouth fell open, “Huh?”
Jason remarked, “I thought so.”
Aiello was bent over belly laughing. “I got you fools good. I hired a tranny.”
“Man, you’re sick as fuck,” John laughed.
“Stupid,” Jason added.
“Dammit, Aiello. I wanted some pussy tonight.”
“She’s got all this ass,” Mike shook the voluminous cheeks.
“True,” Jason agreed.
“I don’t fuck dudes,” protested Scotty.
“That ain’t no dude,” Jason shared.
“I kinda agree with Whitmore.,” John piped up. “She’s a gorgeous lady. I’d fuck her.”
The stripper turned around and bent over.
“Damn,” Scotty said. “But I…”
By that time Mike had pulled down his pants and was rubbing his 7-incher in between her cheeks. He busted without penetrating her. “It’s all for fun,” he told them.
John called her back over with a gesture. She started sucking his cock. He groaned and pulled out. He shot a big load all over his stomach.
“Can you believe this, man,” Scotty asked Jason.
“Yeah! She’s hot!”
Jason rushed over and pulled out his 8-½-inch dick. She licked it for him. Then, he stuffed it up her juicy booty.
“Oh, papi,” she purred. “Fuck this ass!”
“Yeah, gurl! Take this big Black cock!”
“Oh my god, papi. Fuck me!”
“Yeah, bitch!”
“Fuck this tranny pussy with that big Black cock!”
“Yeah, gurl! Take it!”
Scotty could hardly believe it. All of his crew had done some sexual shit with this he-she. Hell, he had let the bitch suck his cock. He was still rock hard. He threw caution to the wind and walked over. He put his dick in her face as Jason fucked her from behind. It felt even better than before. Spit and saliva were dripping everywhere.
Jason pounded her. He extracted his dick and came on her back.
“I think I’m gonna try it,” announced Scotty.
“Sure, papi,” the stripper replied. “How do you want it.”
“Get up on the couch. On your knees!”
Scotty positioned behind her and pushed in. “Shit,” he yelled.
“Put that big Black cock in this pussy, papi!”
“Got damn! It’s tight!”
“Si, papi! Fuck my culo.”
“Ah shit!”
“You like this tranny pussy?”
“Yeah! Take this big Black cock white gurl!”
“Yes, papi. Oh my god. It’s soooo big!”
“You got me fucking you! Look at your ass!”
“Hell yeah, baby! Fuck it!”
Scotty was on autopilot. He banged hard and furiously. When it was time to cum, he pulled out and shot it on her fantastic melons.
The stripper got dressed. Mike forwarded her the rest of the payment through an app on his phone.
John was passed out. Mike was dozing off.
Scotty looked at Jason. He shook his head. “Can you believe we did that?”
“Yeah,” Jason admitted freely.
“You cool with it?”
“Why not? DIdn’t you enjoy it?”
“I kinda did,” Scotty hesitated to say.
“It’s all good,” the North Carolinian reassured him.
“Ya think,” the country boy from Alabama asked.
“Yeah. I’ve been banging trannies for a minute.”
“For real?”
“Yep!”
“That’s what’s up. I mean I did like it.”
“If you think that was hot, wait till you fuck a twinky sissy ass white boi.”
“Really?”
“If I’m lying, I’m dying.”
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