Camelback Cops

It was the nineties in Phoenix and I had heard stories about cops picking on gay people, but never experienced it myself. Then, late one hot sticky night in August, I was working as a rep for a vodka company, bouncing between six to eight bars on a typical Saturday night, and I got pulled over after leaving a country and western bar on Camelback Road. Later, I would learn they had an undercover car in the parking lot radioing to another cop sitting at the gas on the next corner. 

I pulled in to the parking lot of an office complex where the police had set up their DUI task force trailer. The cop who’d been in gas station followed me and I was effectively boxed in. A tall muscular cop in his forties came up to my window and said, “Can you please step out of the car?”

It was at this point I remembered what I was wearing, a thin white crop top and thin white nylon short shorts both branded with a vodka logo, a pink pair of converse, and a day glow pink thong that showed up under black lights in the bar. I basically looked like a skinny twenty-two-year-old hooker sponsored by a vodka company. To say the least, the look of surprise that came over the officer’s face was completely warranted. “I work for a vodka distributor.”

“Have you been drinking tonight?”

“No, sir.” I handed over my license, insurance, and registration.

He motioned to the trailer, “You okay with doing a breathalyzer?”

“Yes, sir.”

We walked over to the trailer and he followed me up a few steps into the trailer. Inside was a freezing white room with black linoleum on the floor, a folding table, a few folding chairs, a door leading to the front of the trailer and a big mirror I thought might be two-way. Shortly behind us was the other officer who’d pulled in behind me. “I’m Officer Samuels, this is Officer Blackstone, he’ll wait with you while I get the equipment ready.” He left through the door.

“Have a seat,” Blackstone instructed.

The steel folding chair was icy against my bare thighs and my nipples were practically cutting through my top.

Blackstone leered at my pointy nipples, “Cold?”

I crossed my arms, “Yeah, it’s a little chilly in here.”

“Small room, big air conditioner.” He winked at me. Up until the wink I had thought he was kind of hot. Another white guy, but where Samuels had light features, Blackstone had dark hair in a military cut, a thin dark mustache, and long black hair covering his forearms and sticking out of his shirt.

Samuels came back with the machine and instructed me to take a deep breath and blow long and slow. I completed the test and it came back with a zero result. The two officers looked at each other with confusion on their faces.

Blackstone asked, “Did you calibrate it first?”

“Yeah, the machine is fine.”

“Maybe it’s one of those that’s giving false negatives. Try another,” and he stressed the word ‘another’ in a way that filled the room with sinister energy, “machine. He looked like he was on something when he left that bar.”

“Yeah, I’ll try another machine.”

Samuels left and came right back with a different machine and we repeated the test. Again the result was negative.

Blackstone asked, “Maybe he’s on something else? Maybe we should search him?”

I looked down at my tiny outfit, “Where do you think I’m going to hide something in this getup?”

“Could you please stand Mr. Cooke,” asked Samuels

“Sure.”

“Place your hands against the wall please.”

His bare hands were all over me, sliding up my legs, getting deep into my crotch, patting my package down, and sliding over my chest and rubbing my nipples.

“He’s clean. Go ahead and sit back down.,” Samuel said with a little disappointment.

“Maybe we should search the car?” said Blackstone

I was starting to get nervous, and despite everything I’d ever been taught about dealing with police, I said, “Go ahead and search it, there’s nothing in my car.”

Then Samuels squatted in front of me, tilted his head like an inquisitive dog, stared directly into my eyes, and said, “It’s not about what’s in your car, it’s more about what we find in your car.”

My heart started to race. They were setting me up.

“Pretty sure I’ll find something in that car.” Blackstone shrugged his shoulders and gave me a look like he knew I knew he knew that this was all a bit of fuckery.

Samuels hand slid up my inner thigh. “See, we already made quota this weekend and the guys and I like to blow off a little steam in celebration. Maybe we could convince you to have a little fun with us?”

Blackstone stood behind him bouncing up and down like a kid waiting to open a big present at Christmas. “Or we can search your car and maybe find a little weed?” He pulled out a small bag and waved it in front of me.

I was about to breakdown in tears when the door opened and another officer entered. He was tall and Latino, dressed in plain clothes. “So, this bitch gonna play or what?”

Samuels turned and addressed him, “We’re in negotiations at the moment.”

“Basically he can play or I might find some weed searching his car.” Blackstone held up the bag of weed again.

“Well, I let everyone else go, so we got the trailer to ourselves until they pick it up around five. Once I saw this one, I figured we weren’t gonna get much better. Love this little outfit he’s got on. Fucker’s fit.” This Latino officer must have been the one waiting in the parking lot.

Somehow the compliment cut through my fear and for some stupid reason I smiled and said, “thank you,” like I was flirting with him. Was I flirting with him?

Samuels put his hand back on my thigh and slid it dangerously close to my cock and balls, “So, how about it? Want to have a little fun?”

“Do I really have a choice?”

“Nope.” Blackstone said waving his bag of weed again.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Get them clothes off,” said the Latino officer. “Let’s see if this fucker looks as good naked as he does in this cute little shorts.” They sat and looked on as I took off my top, then my shoes, and then I slowly slid my shorts down, showing off my thong to the Latino officer. His hand slid up my thigh and his thumb explored my ass. “Fuck yeah.” He undid his pants and took out a six inch uncut cock. “Suck my dick.” I squatted in front of him and started giving him my best blow job. “Fuck yes. This bitch is awesome.”

“Damn Sergio, you turning gay or something?”

Sergio threw something at Blackstone, “No fucking first names remember?”

“Sorry Officer Gonzales.”

“You dumb fucker, now this bitch knows my first and last. Fuck!”

Samuels broke up their fight, “Go outside and wait for Douglas and Hudson and secure everything out there.”

“Fine.”

Samuels stood behind me and took out his nights stick. Slowly he explored my exposed ass crack, pulling the thong to one side and slightly pushing the stick into my hole. I heard a plastic cap being pulled off of something and then I felt something slick on my hole. It was followed by the stick, but this time Samuels put a lot more pressure on it and entered me a few inches.

“You want to fuck him first or can I?”

“Mr. Cooke.”

I interrupted Samuels, “Please you’ve been opening my hole with a nightstick, I think you can call me Eric.”

“Eric, how about you sit on his cock and suck mine.”

“Yes, sir.”

I started to take off the thong, but Sergio stopped me. “No, leave it on, it’s sexy. I’ll just pull it to the side.”

I lowered myself onto Sergio as he managed the thong strap for me. Samuels undid his zipper and pulled out his cock and balls, leaving the rest of his uniform on. He had a nice seven-inch cock that was almost completely hard and for some reason tasted a bit like vanilla.

Blackstone came back in followed by two uniformed officers. Douglas was another white guy in his forties with dark features like Blackstone and the Hudson was a tall skinny African American probably in his thirties, who left his thumbs tucked into his belt loops making him look like a caricature of his profession.

“Damn,” Hudson said, “this bitch look like he’s fresh out of the box.”

“That big cock of yours is gonna have a hell of a time getting into this hole,” Sergio said through his heavy breathing.

“Fuck, Gonzales, you did good this time. Way better than that bitch last week.” Hudson stood next to me feeling my abs and finding one of my nipples to pinch. This, in turn, cause my ass to clench onto Sergio, which made him shoot his load.

“Dammit Hudson, I didn’t want to cum yet.

Hudson laughed. “Them’s the breaks kid.” 

“Turn around and take that thong off,” Samuels said.

I turned around as Blackstone replaced Sergio in the chair. His pants were around his ankles and his cock was hard as a rock and standing straight up. From everything I’d experienced with him so far, I was pretty sure he was going to have a tiny dick. Boy was I surprised when a nine-inch whopper of a cock with a big fat central vein was staring back at me. On top of his massive tool, his balls were huge. I just couldn’t get over how big his dick was and was happy to start trying to extract a load out of it with my mouth. 

Samuels slid into me with his nice cock and started at a pretty wicked pace inside me. He must have really excited to get into my ass, because I could feel him cumming in almost no time at all. Samuels withdrew from me, zipped up his pants, and said, “I got to get home. Hudson, I trust you can lock up when ya’ll are done.”

“Yes Captain.”

Douglas unzipped his pants and pulled out a nice seven-inch cock with a subtle upward curve, “Yeah, guys, I got to get home soon too. You mind if I just sneak in here real quick?”

“It’s always something with you Douglas.”

“What? Peggy gets mad if I’m not home on time. She memorizes my schedule man.”

“Fine, get your dick wet.”

Douglas pushed into me while I continued slobbering all over Blackstone’s amazing cock. Like Samuels, his excitement proved to be too much and soon I felt his nut flowing in me.

“Thanks Hudson. See you tomorrow.” He zipped up and left the trailer.

I was now alone with Hudson and Blackstone.

“Looks like it’s just the big boys now Blackstone.” 

“Damn straight. This little fucker’s got a talented mouth.”

Hudson slipped a couple of fingers into me, “Nice little hole too.”

“Won’t be little in a few minutes.”

They both laughed at their joke.

Blackstone pulled me by my hair off his cock. “Turn around bitch and see your fate.”

They laughed again as I turned around and Hudson let the weight of his belt slide his pants down to his ankles. “You can pull down my underwear for me.”

Before I could get a grip on his briefs, Blackstone pulled me down onto his cock and my face froze into a silent scream. He stretched me more than any other cock that night had so far and I could feel his pulse through the big vein on the bottom of his dick. He got me all the way down on it and I was so happy to feel his pubes against my hole.

Hudson took my head in his hands. “Suck my dick while you get used to Blackstone there.”

“Damn, this bitch feels amazing on my dick. That little hole’s just squirming away trying to make space.”

I pulled down Hudson’s underwear and saw what all the fuss was about. Suddenly Blackstone’s cock looked like training wheels. I don’t know how Hudson didn’t pass out or fall over from all that weight and all that blood hanging of his skinny body. “Bitch, you gonna suck it or stare at it? Fucking bitch is going crosseyed over here.”

He wasn’t lying, his cock had hypnotized me. I curled my tongue under the head and drew it into my mouth. Even with my jaw opened completely I could only get the first third of it in. 

He looked down and smiled, “Fuck, I love white bitches mouths stretched over my dick. Who’d the fucking superior race now bitch?”

He gingerly pumped his cock into my mouth as Blackstone pumped me up and down on his unit. “Let me know when you wanna try out this end Hudson.”

“Once he gets me hard, I’ll trade places with you.”

‘GETS me hard?” I became a little frightened at the thought of this massive tool in my mouth not being hard yet. After years of being a complete whore and seeking out giant cock, would this be the one that finally blew out my hole? He wasn’t kidding either, after a few minutes, his cock swelled to such an extent that I was only able to fit a quarter of him into mouth. While I’ve always prided myself on my deep throating skills, Hudson’s girth was insane.

“Come on Blackstone, I’ll trade you places.”

“Aw man, I’m so close. You want me to add to the jizz for you? Bitch is kinda tight, you’re gonna need all the help you can get.”

“Bitch didn’t get time to smoke a bowl before you shoved a giant cock in him,” I thought to myself.

“Yeah, go ahead and finish. Watching his lips all stretched out is making me leak a little.”

Leaking was an understatement. The entirety of my oral cavity was coated in his slick saltiness.

Blackstone started bouncing me up and down so hard my cock was flopping around and spreading strings of my pre-cum everywhere. 

As he got closer Hudson let out a little moan and I felt what I thought was a load release in my mouth. He noticed my look of disappointment, “Nah, nah baby, that’s just previews, you’ll know when it’s the main event.” I would have smiled at him, but his cock wouldn’t let me. Somehow I must have conveyed my joy with my eyes, because he gave me a fatherly pat on the head as I continued giving my best effort in giving him a blow job.

The sounds from Blackstone started becoming more animalistic with every bounce of my ass on his cock until he let out a very long “oh fuck” as he unloaded in my hole. “Fuck yeah! Four day load in this bitch.”

He lifted me off his cock and started to get his uniform back to regulation standards. “You need me to stick around? Need to get home and shower before the wife gets home from the hospital and wonders why I smell like a gay guy.”

“Funny, I thought you always smelled a little gay.”

“Fuck you!”

“Nah, go ahead and go, I don’t think I’ll have any trouble with him.”

Blackstone left and Hudson pulled out a cell phone and dialed a number. “Hey, what are you doing…cool…I got this bitch over in the DUI trailer on Camelback…you wanna join me…little, white, can’t hardly get my cock in his mouth…come on, you’re the one who said you wanted it more open…cool, see you in five.”

I must have had a confuse look on my face as I stood trying to keep Blackstone’s cum from escaping my stretched out hole. Figured I was going to need every bit of it to get Hudson’s cock in me.

“What’s that look for?”

“You got a boyfriend?”

“Yeah, but nobody knows,” Hudson said removing his pants and laying them across a folding chair.

“He’s okay with this?”

“He’s the one who wanted to open our relationship up. He’s versatile and I only fuck. I don’t mind it so much as long as we share a bottom.”

“Do you even want to fuck me?”

He shrugged his shoulders as our conversation started to make his cock loose a bit of its tension. “If fucking you means I get to have him, I’m fucking you. But when you see his ass, you’ll see why I like him.” He pulled me over to him as he sat down on the edge of the table, “Can’t believe I spilled my guts to you. Get me hard again.”

I smiled as I tried inserting the giant cock into my mouth.

After a while, I heard keys jingling outside the door and then it opened. I turned around to see another black man in uniform with his back to me, making sure the door was relocked. Hudson wasn’t kidding about the ass. The man had a thicker body than Hudson over all, but his ass was about ten sizes too big for his body, like all he did at the gym was squats. I turned back and looked Hudson in the eyes with a look that said, “DAMN! I see what you mean about that ass.”

The man came over, felt my ass, and leaned over me to kiss Hudson. “Who’s been fucking him?”

“Blackstone, Samuels, Gonzales.”

“Still pretty tight, even after Gonzales. Surprised you ain’t been in there yet.”

“You always say we should do more stuff together.”

“I was thinking dinner and a movie, not just some random bitch you suckered into getting naked.”

“Samuels suckered him, not me.”

I could hear them kiss again above me. “Funny. You think he can take both of us?” I could hear the new man taking off his pants.

Hudson tapped me on the head and I stood up. “You think you can take both of us?”

I turned around just in time to see the other cop slightly leaned over putting his pants over his partner’s. His ass made me hard. I’m not generally a top, but every now and again one crosses my path that really does it for me. “Damn,” slipped out of my mouth.

“Darrel, turn around so he can see you.”

Darrel’s dick was not as long or as thick as Hudson’s, but it was still pretty big. It looked more proportional to his body and was definitely more aesthetically pleasing. Hudson’s was more like Everest, you can see it from a distance and you wonder if you can scale its height.

Darrel came over and cupped my cock and balls and pinched a nipple. He smelled like cocoa butter and a hard day’s work. I was surprised when he kissed me. I was even more surprised when I kissed him back and grabbed onto his thickening cock.

Darrel took a step back and let me get a good look at him, “So, you think you can take both these black dicks in you?”

“You’re the guys with the badges and the guns, I’m just here to follow orders and be a good citizen.”

Hudson put his big long fingers around my neck and pulled me back against him. I could feel the heat from his body and his cock against my leg and my ass. “That’s the perfect answer.” 

Darrel stepped up and sandwiched me between them. Their dicks touched each other between my legs as they alternated between kissing me and kissing each other. The longer we stood there exchanging saliva the hard both their cocks got. Hudson aimed the head of his at my hole, grabbed my hips, and started the long arduous process of impaling me.

A whimper left me as my ass stretched over him. Darrel took a moment and looked down at my progress, “You ain’t even half way yet babe.” He kissed me, twisted my nipples, and slowly pushed me onto his boyfriend’s dick. I cried into his mouth from the pain in my hole. Eventually, the outermost curve of my ass started to make contact with Hudson’s warm body. The pain never subsided as my asshole stretched wider and wider. Soon I felt Hudson’s rough pubic hair against my hole, but Darrel kept pushing until our weight slid the table making a horrible screeching noise that broke the bliss in the room.

Darrel kept hold of my nipples and whispered into my ear. “Work that ass on my nigga’s cock.”

My liberal upbringing scoffed at the ’n’ word, but my ass soon shut down that part of my brain as I slowly started to work my hips back and forth on Hudson’s unit.

Darrel kept kissing me and pulling on my tits as my strokes on Hudson’s dick got longer and longer. The pain started to subside and the feeling of the hard cock on my prostate started to make me leak more pre-cum than I ever had in my life. 

“You getting pretty good at riding my man’s dick. You ready for me?”

I hesitated to answer. In my mind there was a little discussion between my ass and my brain:

Ass: “Come on, you can do it.”

Brain: “Do you want to be in adult diapers in your twenties?”

Ass: “We saw that guy take two fists that one night in the leather bar and he wasn’t in diapers.”

Brain: “Of course not, he was cleaned out already, but I bet his farts sound like a subtle breeze.”

Ass: “Bonus, your farts will be stealth.”

The conversation ended and became moot as I felt Hudson’s arm around me pulling me back onto the table with him while Darrel raised my ankles onto his shoulders. Up to this point, I thought Darrel like me, that he was okay with everything going on, but he wasn’t.

Darrel bent down and whispered in my ear, “So, white bitch, you think it’s funny to fuck around with my man?”

“He said you wanted this.”

Darrel stood up with my ankles in his hands and slammed his hard nine inches into fast and hard, making me scream.“It’s supposed to be a joint decision we make before anyone’s dick is out.”

“Jesus babe, you’re killing him. You’re gonna rip him in two!”

I just kept screaming as Darrel took his anger for Hudson out on my hole. “Oh no, what if I break your new toy.”

“Get your dick out of him,” Hudson commanded.

Darrel yanked his cock out of me and looked down at the wreckage surrounding his man’s cock. Then a sinister look came over him. He reached down and pulled Hudson’s legs and exposed his hole. Soon Hudson was screaming in my ear as Darrel took his anger out on the correct asshole in the room. He pounded away as Hudson, pinned under my weight, had no choice but to take his  man’s cock by surprise.

Darrel stopped with his cock all the way in. “You gonna start following the rules.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, fuck this hurts. How do you bitches do this?”

Darrel gave him a quick hard stroke that made Hudson scream again. “Bitches? This mother fucker did pretty good with your big ass cock and I’ve been taking it for years without complaining and crying like a little bitch.”

My ass was finally getting comfortable being stretched out around only one cock. I was kind of impressed with Hudson’s ability to maintain an erection while being raped and argued with. In fact, his dick had expanded a bit since Darrel had started his assault. For some reason I decided this was news the room needed to hear, “Yeah, and his dick got even bigger with you in him.”

“Really? Fuck yeah, maybe he’s a little more versatile than he thought.” 

Darrel started to slowly stroke his cock in Hudson’s hole and added a little spit to the lube he’d stolen from my ass. I balanced myself with my hands on either side of Hudson.

Hudson shuddered a bit at first, but slowly his discomfort turned into moans. His cock spurt out another preview inside me.

“Yeah motherfucker, relax that hole ‘round my fucking dick.”

Darrel grabbed my hips and after a few awkward strokes, he found a rhythm suited to our position. The pain I’d felt earlier turned into pleasure and my cock expanded across my stomach.

“Damn, this little white bitch likes that big black cock in him.”

Darrel was both angry and horny as he pumped his cock for the first time in his man. He bit his bottom lip and kissed Hudson’s calve as shook and unloaded his balls. His face went from determination to bliss in a split second as he came for the first time ever into his man. We all froze for a moment as Darrel’s cock flopped out of Hudson’s ass followed by some cum I heard slap the floor. It was then I realized, Hudson and I had never cum.

He broke the silence and his hot breath caressed my earlobe, “You ready for the main event?”

“Yes, sir.”

Hudson stood us both up as Darrel wiped his cock dry. “Get over here and bend over.”

“What the fuck you mean?”

“I broke a rule, but you broke a bigger rule. I’m not saying it wasn’t hot, but you know how I am. I’m the motherfucker in control, not you bitch. Now get your fucking ass over here.”

Darrel could tell he’d crossed a line and complied with Hudson’s wishes. He bent over in front of me and his big ass opened like a book showing off a sexy little pink hole that made my seven-inch dick stick out from my body. I thought for sure his hole would be as dark as the rest of him, but the fact that it stood out from his body made it even more attractive to me. Hudson bent me over until my face was pressed into Darrel’s ass and he moaned as I explored him with my tongue. I pressed it flat against his pink little pucker and ran it back and forth while Hudson massaged his cock with my hole.

“Damn, this bitch can eat an ass! Fuckers’ got me hard again already.”

I reached around and tugged on his balls and bounced his erection up and down, hearing it slap against his stomach.

Hudson pace was becoming more violent and throwing me off balance, making my tongue press even harder against Darrel’s hole.

A sound of hyperventilation came from behind me as Darrel stood up, grabbed Hudson’s nipples, and kissed him. Suddenly I felt a flood of semen inside me and Hudson cock pulse with each spurt of cum. I could feel the jizz pumping out of his dick with my sphincter. 

In the midst of his ejaculation, Darrel’s cock slipped into my mouth and down my talented throat. I heard him moan into Hudson’s mouth. His cock was soon sliding in and out of my mouth as Darrel moved his hips back and forth against my face. 

Hudson’s dick never really shrunk to a point it would slip out of me, but eventually Darrel’s rhythm pulled me off of it.

“Wait a fucking minute!” Darrel and I froze at Hudson’s statement. “This bitch has a load in him, I somehow have a fucking load in me, seems like it’s only fair if this white bitch fucks your ass.”

He saw my dick jump at the idea. “Fuck yeah, fucker’s ready too. Sit down and let my boy milk that fucker.”

I sat on a metal chair with my thick uncut seven inches standing ready to be enveloped by Darrel’s beautiful big round ass. I’ve topped before, but never been as excited about it as I was this time. He felt like velvet as it slid down me and his big soft ass spilled onto my pelvis.

His strong legs went to work milking my load out as I reached around and stroked his second erection of the evening. With my other hand I explored his nipples and found them to be wired to his ass. Every time he lift up off of me, I pull and twist on one of his nipples and he’d clench that gorgeous ass around my cock.

The feeling of my cock in him, my hand stroking him, and me teasing his nipples became too much for Darrel. Out of nowhere, he convulsed and flung himself against me and his cock unloaded all over his smooth stomach. His ass tremor around my cock sent my load shooting into him as he finished shooting all over himself. I put my arm around him as we both relaxed from our exertion.

“Damn, I could watch you guys do that over and over,” Hudson said with a smile. He extended his arm and Darrel took his hand as he lifted him off my rubbery cock. A sigh escaped my mouth. “Aw, I think you wore him out with that fat ass of yours.”

“He’s got the perfect cock for fucking,” Darrel said wiping me off his ass, “Maybe he could be our bottom.”

“You want to keep him?”

“He’s not a dog at the pound.” Darrel wrapped his arm around Hudson.

I had my head hanging back over the chair and brought it up to see these two hot men looking very much in love. “I wouldn’t mind being your bitch though?”

They both laughed and then the room filled with an uneasy silence. They looked at each other and seemed to have a telepathic conversation that spilled out into the room. “I mean, we have plenty of room,” Hudson said with a little shrug.

Would this change our arrangement? I mean, instead of you finding bottoms, we just have this extra hole around the house for you?”

A smile crept over Darrel’s face and he kissed Hudson’s cheek, “Please, he’d be the main hole, you’d be the extra.”