The Women of Northside Pt. 02

The patrol car crawled down a near deserted Eastside high street, past brick walls covered in golden graffiti. Officer Amber Head smiled at the early morning quiet of her beat for the day, enjoying it while she could. The members of the town's notorious gang, the Eastside Thugz, or EST, would still be in their respective beds, sleeping off the excesses of the night before. As young prosperous blacks, flushed with cash from their various illegal endeavours, the gangsta liked to flaunt their wealth at every opportunity.

The EST hung out with, and out of, white strippers at the local strip joint Gurlz; an institution once frequented solely by blacks, both on and off the stage. However its owners, OG members of the gang had recently seen an influx of applications from caucasian women, with or without dancing experience, looking for a job and the chance to be a source of entertainment for the studly Eastside Thugz. Another favourite haunt of the gang was the nightclub Colorz, named as a way of reclaiming the offensive term still used by unenlightened members of the town's outnumbered white population. The club had too seen a recent rise in caucasian female clientele, and in light of this, the gangsta owners had decided to change its name to The Queen of Spades.

Later, when the young gang members arose, Eastside high street would be bustling with blacks, congregating in the entrances to alleyways, rolling dice and passing around blunts. Reports of pimping, drug dealing, mugging, armed robbery and drive by shootings would inevitably start coming in, and Officer Head would have her work cut out for her trying to deal with the lowlife negros of this town.

Amber had grown up in neighbouring Northside, but due to its popularity among the area's whites, missed out on a place at her local school and instead had to attend the predominantly black Eastside High. She therefore experienced first hand what the local negro population were like, and what sort of men they would become. As early as junior high, her black peers had begun spraying graffiti around the school, shaking down white kids for their lunch money and skipping classes.

As Amber moved on to high school, the blacks began to graduate to more serious crimes; smoking marijuana in the bathrooms, even selling the stuff to white burnout kids right under the noses of the mostly caucasian teaching staff. There was even instances of blacks openly carrying guns around school, which, combined with their ever growing bulk, served as a means of intimidation to the white teachers, allowing the young negros to get away with whatever they liked.

After graduating high school, Amber, despite her disdain for the nearby areas, decided to save money by living at home with her parents and attending Northside University, enrolling as an English major. On rare and reluctant trips to Eastside, Amber witnessed the criminal activities of its black inhabitants, including many dark faces she recognised from school, still employing the same method of intimidation, now towards the local division of the Police Department.

It was this first hand experience that inspired Amber to become a police officer. She switched majors to criminology, studying the mentality of criminals, attempting to get inside their heads and discover what makes them tick. Upon finishing college, Amber enrolled in the Police Academy and graduated with distinction into the service. She refused to give into the blacks' intimidating nature and performed more arrests than any other rookie officer in the past ten years, adding stripes to her uniform at an alarming rate. Her hard work and tenacity had not gone unnoticed, and Amber was frequently called into the office of Captain Sharon Stonem to be congratulated for her work ethic and diligence, and the young officer sensed a promotion to sergeant was on the cards.

As Amber's squad car neared the end of the high street she spotted an opportunity to notch up another arrest. An opportunistic black clad in blue, the signature colour of EST's rival gang the Westside Niggaz had seized a chance to venture into enemy turf and get one over on the Eastside Thugz. Amber pulled over and stepped out of the vehicle.

"Hey! Police!" she announced, as the black, unaware of her presence stood grinning at a wall and shaking a spray can. "Stop what you're doing at once." The thug turned to face her. He wore a blue hoodie with a silver chain, reading WSN, hanging around his neck. A blue bandana was tied around his bald head and he wore white basketball shorts and white sneakers with blue trim.

"Daaaaayum!" exclaimed the gangsta when he saw the beautiful officer. Her tight fitting blue uniform clung to her fantastic figure, showing of the teasing outline of her perky breasts and hot round ass. Her gorgeous blonde locks hung over her shoulders underneath her big pointy hat. Amber spotted the handle of a gun sticking out of the waistband of his shorts. She reached for her handgun and drew it in lightning speed.

"Drop the can! Hands in the air!" ordered Amber.

"Sheet ho" hollered the black, ignoring the armed officer, "yous one fine ass 5-0 bitch."

"Hands in the air!" she repeated in a louder, more threatening tone.

"OK, OK slut" said the negro, complying at the second time of asking. He released the can of spray paint, which clattered loudly against the sidewalk, and threw his hands above his head. Amber kept her gun trained at the young thug as she cautiously approached him. She reached slowly towards the waistband of his shorts.

"Dayum bitch, yous fuckin' fo'ward" he grinned, showing an upper row of silver teeth. She quickly snatched the gun from his shorts and slid it into the holster at her hip, keeping her weapon aimed at the baller.

"Turn around" she instructed, taking the pair of handcuffs from around her belt. The gangsta did as she said and Amber fastened the cuffs around his wrists.

"Watcha doin' ho?" asked the thug, in mock innocence. "I ain't do shit." Amber looked across at the wall. A huge artistic gold EST tag had been sprayed over crude blue block capitals reading 'BUSTAH ASS NIGGAZ', and below that was a smaller blue WSN tag.

"You're under arrest on suspicion of criminal damage" said Amber, nudging him in the direction of her patrol car. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you? With these rights in mind, do you wish to speak to me?"

"Yah know slut, we don't gots to go nowheres. We can fuck in dat alley right dere" said the gangsta.

"Get in" Amber replied, pushing his head down and easing him into the back seat of her cop car. She slammed the door and climbed into the front. She started up the car and pulled away.

"Ah know you wan' dis dick bitch. A nigga can tell" declared the black.

"Is that a fact?" asked Amber.

"Fo sho. Gettin' my ass in da back'a yo cop car when alls ah was doin' was sprayin' graff? Ah think you's gon' pull over any secon' n' ride dis black meat til ah bust a nut in dem guts."

"I'm just sick of seeing you blacks get away with everything all the time. This is a warning to you and your friends- I mean business."

"Well shit, it ain't mah fault da police is a bunch'a pussy ass crackas. An' when white bitches like you see whut we got goin' on under our jeans, yah gon' be pickin' us up an' beggin' us to fuck yo' slut asses."

Is this nigger for real, thought Amber. She decided to ignore the black and continue to the station in silence.

Captain Stonem leant on the reception desk at Eastside Police Station talking to Sergeant John Dapp. She heard the heavy double doors at the entrance swing open and turned to see a blue clad black gangsta, his hands behind his back as he was lead inside by Officer Head.

"Well well" said Stonem, "what do we have here then?"

"I caught this man spraying graffiti ma'am" replied Amber, "on Eastside high street."

"Good work Head" began Stonem. "Why don't I take it from here?" she added, grabbing the thug by his muscular arm and leading him down the hall to an interview room.

"Sheeet" exclaimed the black, as the Captain ushered him away, "yous fine as fuck too. I gots ta get my ass arrested mo often."

"Well done Amber" smiled Dapp.

"Thanks" she responded.

"While you're on a roll you might as well take this" said Dapp, handing the blonde a sheet of paper. "Domestic disturbance in Northside."

"Northside?!" replied a surprised Amber. She'd had call outs to Northside before but usually it was to arrest suspected corporate criminals. A domestic disturbance in the white upper middle class suburb was unheard of.

"Yep" answered Dapp, "and listen, when you're done maybe we could go for a drink or something."

"Right well I better get to it" said Amber, changing the subject without answering, "these criminals aren't going to catch themselves." She turned on her heels and headed for the doorway. This wasn't the first time Sergeant Dapp had asked her on a date, but she wasn't interested. Although he was a good 10, maybe 20, years her senior, he wasn't unattractive and seemed like a nice enough guy. Amber wasn't even against the idea of dating a co-worker per se, it was just that she despised them. She hated her fellow officers almost as much as the local negroes, for letting the black thugs get away with murder, sometimes literally.

Amber pulled up to the house of the supposed domestic dispute and stepped out of the vehicle. It was a large house with two cars sat in the driveway, a shiny silver BMW and a blingy blue lowrider with silver rims and grills. A custom license plate read KING in blue capitals. That's a nigger's car, Amber deduced, no doubt about it. Negros don't live in Northside, certainly not in houses like this one. This wasn't a domestic disturbance. Maybe a home invasion. She knocked on the door.

"Police!" she announced.

Nobody came to the door. She knocked again.

"POLICE!!" she repeated, louder this time. Still no answer. She turned the door handle and it swung open. She stepped inside the pristine, minimally designed white hallway. Two doors stood either side of her; the open entrance to the kitchen to her left and a closed door to the right. She immediately noticed a strange noise coming from behind the closed door.

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"Awww yeah, dis mouth is wet as fuck" came a deep voice. Definitely a nigger, Amber confirmed. Could it be a black couple having overly rough sex and a neighbour mistook it for violence, she wondered. Though she still found it hard to believe that negros lived here.

"Pass dat bitch on nigga" started a second booming voice. Two men? Black women are such sluts, thought Amber. "I'ma fuck dat pretty white face." White? This woman is white? It's a rape, Amber deduced, that's what it is. She drew her gun and slowly approached the door. She turned the handle and threw it open. A wall ran along to her left, blocking her view of what was happening. Discarded clothes trailed across the living room carpet; a destroyed blouse, a ripped skirt, torn panties. She followed the clothes along the floor to a pile blue garments laying on the floor; hoodies, jeans, high top sneakers.

Amber carried on further into the room until a black man came into view from behind the wall. The first thing she noticed was the nigger's height; his baseball cap covered head stood nearly seven feet in the air. Next her eyes were drawn to his enormous sculpted back. A huge blue Westside tattoo stretched across it from shoulder to shoulder. Her eyes travelled down his firm ass; little but a dark brown blur as he humped away at the woman's mouth.

Amber could make out the thighs of a kneeling woman between the negros legs. She had to say, the woman didn't appear to be doing a lot of resisting. This didn't look much like a rape. As Amber crept forward, the side profile of another black came into view. She was instantly drawn to his huge, heavily tattooed biceps; so big they'd put professional bodybuilders to shame. He was even taller than his homie, his skin a slightly lighter shade of brown. He had a blue bandana tied around his head, and revealed two full sets of silver teeth as he grinned down at the white girl. Then a third black came into view. He was slightly shorter than his friends at around 6 foot 6 but had even bulkier muscles and a near jet black skin tone. Holy cow, thought Amber, these negros look like giants. She scanned the rest of the room, stopping at a coffee table with three handguns spread across it. Oh shit, Amber panicked, they're armed.

"Hands in the air!" she called, holding her gun out before her.

"Stroke dat dick ho" said one of the thugs, without as much as glancing in Amber's direction.

"Hands in the air!!" she said again, louder.

"Got dayum, dis slut fuckin' nasty."

"HANDS IN THE FUCKING AIR!!" Amber yelled at the top of her voice. Finally the three thugs turned towards her. Once she saw their dark faces she recognised them instantly. The gangsta with his back to her was Darius King, aka Da King and DK, aged 21, the suspected perpetrator in a drive by shooting in which three members of the Eastside Thugz were gunned down the month before. The nigger to his left with the near jet black skin was the notorious thug Tyus Martin, aged 20. Opposite Tyus was the seven foot plus negro Langston Payne, aliases Lil Pimp and LP, age 19. His nickname, Amber happened to know, wasn't ironic due to his height, but rather referred to his age in comparison to the older, senior gangsta Big Pimp. As his alias would suggest, LP had started pimping out black girls whist attending Eastside High, and since leaving school in the last few months had graduated to white women.

"Turn around" ordered Amber.

"You got it bitch" DK replied, pulling his cock from the woman's mouth and turning to face the sexy officer. Amber's mouth gaped open when she caught sight of the black in all his glory. Tattoos covered nearly every inch of his dark chocolate skin; running from his rock hard pecks right down to his insanely well defined six pack. Amber let out an audible gasp as her eyes fell upon his dick, which stood to attention and pointed right at her. She noticed that the nigger cock was nearly as thick as it was long, at an unbelievable 12x11 inches. She was lost for words as she felt her pussy start to moisten.

It took some doing, but Amber managed to pry her eyes from the burly black and his humongous cock for long enough to look across at Lil Pimp. LP had also turned to face her, and her gasping mouth fell open wider as she feasted her eyes upon the black beast. He towered above even DK at a frankly ludicrous seven foot two and was just as well built. She scanned his phenomenal body down to his 16x9 inch dong. Lust coursed through Amber's body as she took in the sight of the two studs; her twat dripping girl cum through her panties, her nipples as hard as bullets.

"Looks like we gots an'uh slut ma nigguh" said Da King, noticing the horniness now etched across Amber's face.

"Shit yeah mayn" agreed Lil Pimp, as he advanced on the randy blonde. "She wan' some black dick fo sho."

As the two bulls approached her, Amber got a better look at Tyus' insanely bulky frame and his 13x10 cock. Then a fourth thug finally came into view. She recognised him as JaVale Anderson, or JV for short, a notorious crack dealer. He had the lightest skin of all four negroes, but was still dark enough that Amber couldn't read any of the numerous black tattoos that adorned his mammoth chest. A blue WSN tattoo stretching across his frame was all she could make out.

"Keep sucking dis dick bitch" ordered JaVale, reigniting the same aggressive plunging sounds Amber had heard before. She looked down at the woman, still on her knees, stroking Tyus' big dong with both hands. JV had a silver ring covered hand clasped on the back of her head, her light brown hair flowing between his fingers.

"Stan' up ho. I'ma hit dat pussy" announced Tyus. Keeping her lips firmly around JaVale's cock, the woman rose to her feet, lifting her round ass into the air. Tyus gave her bubble butt a hard smack, causing the woman to release the huge wang from her mouth and gasp as she turned to face the gigantic nigger. Amber caught sight of her fourth monster negro dick, standing proud at 14x9.5 inches.

"Give me that cock nigger" begged the woman in a voice that Amber vaguely recognised but couldn't place. As Tyus pressed his dripping cockhead against the woman's wet pussy, she let out a passionate groan and flicked her hair across her shoulders as she turned to face the massive stud. Amber's jaw nearly hit the floor as her eyes focused on the screwed face of Mrs Jennifer Anderson. Amber knew exactly who Jennifer was. In fact, the teacher had gained quite an infamous reputation as the woman who left her job at the almost entirely white, and therefore much more academic, Northside High School to take a job at the predominantly black Southside High when Amber was a sophomore. Even as a 15 year old, Amber had found the move perplexing, and now, ten years later, she had finally found the reason why.

"Oh fuck, that's a thick black dick" Jennifer moaned as Tyus pushed his bulging cockhead inside her twat.

"Over here, fine ass 5-0 bitch" ordered Da King, standing by a futon in the centre of the room. "Come get a better look at deez nigga dicks." Without a moment's hesitation, Amber approached the two thugs in a sexy strut, locking eyes with the beasty blacks as she took a seat on the futon. She stared forward at the two giant cocks, both pointed at her face from mere inches away. Precum oozed from the slits and formed puddles on the floor.

As a driven career woman, Amber didn't have a lot of time for sex, and thus hadn't seen many penises in her time. In fact, the four she'd witnessed that evening doubled the amount she'd seen in her life up until that point, but she'd never come across anything like these. They were so big, she deduced, that you could put the four white cocks she'd seen previously together, two side by side, then another pair next to each other on the end, and they still wouldn't be the size of just one of the gargantuan dongs on display before her.

"Yeah slut, git deez muh'fuhs" grinned Lil Pimp. Amber reached out and took hold of a dick with each of her hands. She attempted to clasp her fingers around each of the girthy shafts but she didn't even get close on either.

"Oh my god" gasped Amber, "they're so big."

"Yah know dat shit ho" DK concurred. "Now taste mah big dick."

Amber stuck out her tongue and lapped at the slit of Da King's mammoth cock. His precum trickled down her tongue and she swallowed it, declaring it to already be the biggest load she'd ever had in her mouth. She began to run her hands up and down the meaty shafts, feeling the thick pulsing veins that ran up, down and across the chocolate wangs. She switched her attention to LP's unfathomably fat dick, and again licked up the precum from his moist slit.

"Put it in yo' mouth bitch" he ordered, and without further ado, Amber parted her lips and took the entire cockhead inside. She slurped at the bulbous head, which nearly filled her entire mouth, sucking out more precum.

"Sheet dis slut' mouth feel' fuckin' good" groaned Lil Pimp.

"Gimme summa dat shit ho" said DK, and with that Amber pulled her mouth from the thick dong, a string of saliva clinging to the slit, and moved over to the other huge dick. She opened her mouth as far as it would go and, again, took the swollen cockhead into her mouth. It didn't go as deep as that of LP, but it was so fat it made her cheeks bulge. She sucked away at the near coal black mushroom, while her tongue teased the slit. She took her hand from the fat shaft and placed it on Lil Pimp's wet cockhead and kneaded the bulbous beast with both hands. She pursed her lips around the thick head and released it, returning a hand to each of the dark chocolate shafts and alternating her slutty mouth from one dong to the other. She took turns squeezing her full lips on the bulging cockheads and releasing them with loud pop sounds, uttering soft groans of pleasure each time.