“Damn it!” Cursed Brock. He was furious at the person over the telephone. “The bitch is late! I don’t care, the bitch is carrying over a grand worth of dope, and I don’t want no one messing with my dope! The bitch is hurting my business, yo!” Brock slams the phone down on the lacquered table, breaking the phone.
Brock runs the dope deals in the Center District, otherwise known as the Happy District, because of all the dope going around. Many clubs lined the street, and even more hookers stood on them. It was a Friday night, and crowds of people partied like there was no tomorrow. And for some of them, there was no tomorrow. Death surrounded the area, people either died from a drug overdose or they were taken to a back alley and shot because they couldn’t pay for the dope. Still, people came, wanting to experience the hottest place in town. And Brock owned it, at least most of it. There were other gangs competing for power and ownership of the district. To most people this place was the slums, but to others it was home. Even the police were afraid to patrol around here, or if they did, they were here for the action.
At the very moment Brock paced around his luxury hotel suite, waiting impatiently for his dope. The bitch he was referring to was Felecia, one of his many prostitutes he had working the streets. But she was special. She was young and tender, but willing to do anything. She had dark hair, long and silky. With high heels she stood at five-five, and only one hundred pounds. Despite her size, she had nice big tits and a round firm ass. Tonight she wore a black leather mini-skirt, fishnet stockings, and a see-through halter top. She stumbled in the front door, looking rather flushed.
“Where the fuck were you?”
“I was getting your dope.”
“No shit, bitch! I said where the fuck were you?”
“Your client, he wanted a blowjob. So that’s why I’m late.”
“Damn, you better had made it worth his time and my time.”
“I swallowed his cum, and he gave two hundred extra.”
“And the dope?”
“I have it right here.”
“Good, hand it over. Now go get Tyrone. We gotta get down to business.”
Meanwhile back at Club Deep:
Tyrone and Jamal stood over the exhausted young performer. Rosy felt nauseous from all the semen she swallowed, and her pussy was sore from the hard pounding. She was fading in and out of consciousness. All she knew was that it was over and she was too worn-out to do anything. Just then she hears the office door open. She hoped Tyrone and Jamal had left so that she could pull herself together. It was not what she hoped for. Turning her head she sees three black brawny hoodlums. They were the new band members who played for her performance. A look of fright painted her face. She could just visualize big black cocks stuffed deep down her throat, stretching out her pussy… fucking her up the ass! A rush of fear hit her as she knew she was going to take it up the ass. Rosy went pale. She didn’t know how she would be able to withstand a big black cock penetrating her anal orifice, reaming her ass hole.
The three black men circled around her, with Tyrone and Jamal looking on. Rosy simply stood there, bent over the table, too scared to move. Pairs of rough hands fondled her entire body, squeezing her tits, kneading her butt. Her light skin shined in the darkly lit room, and even darker men. The black men towered over her, causing her to shudder with anxiety. All the black men were over six feet tall and at least two hundred pounds. They were all heavily-built. And so were their cocks. A rigid slab of black meat sprung toward Rosy’s face as they began pulling their cocks out. She just stared at it in awe.
“That is a huge cock,” gasped Rosy.
“That’s right, and you gonna take care of it.”
The three black cocks hung at twelve inches in length, ten inches thick. The rock-hard shaft was very dark and very black, with pulsating thick veins bulging along the length of it. The engorged cock head turned dark purple, lusting to explode its boiling hot seed.
Rosy made a mental note to herself. There are three cocks and she had three holes. She imagined three black cocks in all three of her holes at the same time. Rosy just couldn’t believe she was going to be the host of a gangbang. She didn’t know how she would manage a cock in every hole, but she was too weak to resist, and too scared to deny them. The black cock aroma intoxicated her; she couldn’t think straight. Her position accentuated her beautiful body. Her round tits firm and taut, her butt cheeks already spread out, revealing her tight ass hole and shaven cunt. Rosy’s tits were tender from the fondling, her nipples sticking out. Her pussy was sore but well lubricated from the fucking. Her anal sphincter glistened from the lubrication, dilating and contracting, as if inviting something to enter it.
The big black cocks pulsated with blood, thick veins running along the length of the shaft. The cocks twitched and jumped erratically, growing thicker and harder to an enormous size. The massive cock heads stared at each of Rosy’s orifices, eagerly waiting to assault all three of her holes. Two of the black men lifted her up and then lowered her down onto the third black man’s pulsating cock. The entire shaft vanished inside her cunt, filling her pussy completely. The bulbous cock head penetrated her cervix, sending a shriek pain through her body. The big black cock was so thick it stretched out the walls of her pussy, filling her completely. She collapsed on top of the black brute; the only thing holding her up was the rigid black meat inside her. The other two brutes positioned around her. Grabbing a handful of hair, the thug forces his cock into her mouth and proceeded to fuck her face. Rosy held onto the thug’s powerful arms as she clamped down on his cock with her lips trying to slow down the forceful thrusts. But he just kept pushing in deeper, harder. In no time the entire black shaft clogged her throat, viciously pumping all twelve inches of man meat down her gullet. The big black cock expanded her throat, causing her to gag but prevented any passage of air. Rosy panicked; she was in shock. Her eyes and mouth were both wide open, one from the fear of choking and the other from trying to accommodate the pounding of his powerful organ. As if that wasn’t enough, Rosy felt a big pressure pushing against her sphincter. Her eyes lit up even more and tried to protest with muffled screams and waving hands. She made a futile attempt at pushing away her intruder and tightening her ass hole, but to no avail. The enormous cock head broke through her anal hole, and started forcing its way into her rectum.
“Ungh! Ungh! Mmrph, ccrrkk. Uh, umph, oh gawd…” The big black cock slid out her throat as she gasped.
“Your cocks… are too big… please, Mmrph!” Rosy uttered before being having her throat stuffed again.
“Yeah, you like big black cock don’t you, bitch,” said one of the thugs.
“Damn, her ass is tight.”
“Fuck yeah, look; I got my cock all up in her throat. Damn this bitch can suck!”
Rosy felt so degraded. She also felt stuffed from the gangbang the three black men were giving her. Rosy was now taking in all three black cocks in her holes at the same time. She felt so full. The thugs pumped their thick black cocks in and out of her mouth, pussy, and ass. They each rammed all twelve inches of their rigid shafts into her holes all at once. The fucking was brutal, and it lasted forever. Rosy took in as much cock as she could and was beginning to wane out of consciousness when she felt the big black cocks expand even bigger and thicker. The pressure from the force fucking and the huge cocks made her want to burst. The thugs picked up speed and were really giving it to her now. They started grunting.
“Ah shit, I’m gonna blow my load all over this bitch.”
“Grrrarr, fuck! Hngh! Hngh!”
The big black cocks erupted inside her, flooding her with semen. Loads of cum covered the insides of her throat, cunt, and rectum. Shot after shot filled her body, she thought she was going to drown. She felt sick to her stomach. The cum satiated her; the cum was so thick it clung to the walls of her throat. She kept trying to swallow it, but sperm kept flowing. They unloaded all their semen into her, and left their cocks inside her holes well after they came. Rosy waited patiently for them to pull out, amazed that their cocks were still rock solid. Surprisingly, they began thrusting into her again.
The weekends were the detectives’ days off, but hard at work were the vice squad. They made around the clock stakeouts to make sure the city was safe. The hottest spot has always been the Happy District, where vice most wants to take down but could never do it. They knew the slums were the heartbeat of drug deals and the like, but they also knew that probably everyone was packing. A shootout would cripple their defenses and that would be it for vice. So they rely on undercover tactics to unravel the mystery. But so far, to no avail.
The commander of the vice squad was Lieutenant Fisk who was currently debriefing his squad.
“At ease. We have just received an anonymous tip that a deal is going down tonight at the Pleasure Hotel. We already know it is a common hangout for Brock’s goons. Tonight we are going to bring them in. Alright men, let’s put this one in the books. Sergeant”
“Okay, the Pleasure Hotel lies in the middle of Center District, and we know that security will be very heavy, which gives us the only option of going undercover. Now, the Pleasure Hotel is playground for hookers and pimps, so we’re going to have to send in one of ours. Stacy, you’re going in, dressed as a prostitute. Since security will be tight we’re force to stay a block away from the point. But don’t worry, we’ll wire you up, and you’re password is ‘bathroom’, once you say that, we’ll move in. Sorry, you’re not getting a gun for this one, it’ll jeopardize the situation. The rest of us will stakeout points A and B. The van will be a block away. Okay, suit up.”
Stacy Kelly thought about her first assignment. She had only joined the force for a year before she was transferred to vice. She didn’t know why, but she felt as if someone higher up had put her here. At the moment she was going through the skimpy outfits that vice used on its missions. She found one that included a black lace bra, a tight red leather jacket, stiletto heels, and a skirt so short it barely covered her ass. She decided to try it on. Her thirty-six C cup breasts filled the bra nicely. She was a little concerned about the mini-skirt, however. She thought it was too short but quickly dismissed the idea, thinking it was best for the job. She looked at her body in the mirror, admiring her curves. She was ready.