37-year-old police officer Owen was on his usual midnight beat, cruising through the dimly-lit streets of the city's roughest neighborhood in his squad car. The pulsing strobe of the red and blue lights from his vehicle cast an eerie glow against the graffiti-covered buildings as he rolled slowly down the avenue.
Suddenly, a flash of movement caught Owen's peripheral vision. He slammed on the brakes and whipped his head to the side to get a better look. There, on the corner up ahead, was a tall, black man. He looked to be only in his early 20s, dressed in baggy jeans and a loose white t-shirt that accentuated his lean, muscular physique.
Owen's curiosity was piqued. It was late and this young guy was just standing around doing nothing. Suspicious behavior for these parts at this hour. Owen pulled the car over to the curb and hopped out.
"Hey there, can I help you?" Owen called out in an authoritative voice as he approached, keeping one hand casually resting near his gun holster.
The black man slowly turned to face him with a smirk, his dark eyes glinting. "Nahh, you can't help me, po-po," he replied with a dismissive shrug. "Name's Mad Dog. I ain't doin' nothin', so why you was askin'?"
Owen narrowed his eyes, not liking the young thug's attitude one bit. "Mad Dog ain't a real name, kid. What's your real name? I need to see some ID."
Mad Dog let out a mocking laugh. "Aww, you soundin' kinda thirsty right now, officer..." he taunted, his eyes roaming up and down Owen's body. "I don't have to give you nothin', so I ain't gonna."
Owen gritted his teeth in frustration. This punk had no respect at all. "Listen up," he growled. "If you don't come up with a real name in the next 30 seconds, I'm gonna have to take you in for loitering. Last chance to play nice."
Mad Dog rolled his eyes. "I told you, I ain't doin' nothin'! I'm just hangin' out, chillin', ya dig? Ain't nothin' illegal 'bout that."
"You need to leave this corner right now or I'm gonna have to arrest you," Owen stated firmly, placing a hand on the hilt of his holstered pistol. "I ain't askin', I'm tellin'. Thirty seconds. Tick tock."
"Man, you just don't know when to quit, do ya?" Mad Dog drawled, shaking his head. Then, to Owen's shock, the young man reached down and boldly grabbed the front of his jeans. "Aight den, you wanna play hardball? Let's play hardball."
With that, he turned around and brusquely shoved his back up against Owen's chest. Owen instinctively grabbed the man's wrists, intending to cuff him. But Mad Dog just wiggled back against him, grinding his ass cheeks into Owen's crotch.
"I gotta search you now," Owen panted, feeling his own cock start to swell against the tantalizing pressure of Mad Dog's firm rear. "Turn around."
Mad Dog chuckled darkly. "Betcha you want to, white boy. Betcha want to run your hands all over me..."
He spun back around to face Owen, a challenging glint in his eyes. Owen roughly grabbed the young man and began patting him down, searching for weapons. His hands roamed over Mad Dog's hard chest, down his lean sides, across his narrow waist...
And then Owen's probing fingers brushed against something long and thick in the front of Mad Dog's jeans. He froze, a bolt of electricity shooting through his aching cock.
"What the hell you got there?" Owen demanded, his breath coming faster. Mad Dog just grinned, his teeth flashing white.
"Reach in and find out for yourself, Officer Thirsty," he purred. "I know you wanna touch it..."
Owen's brain shorted out. He couldn't think, couldn't resist. His hand dove down to cup and squeeze the huge bulge straining Mad Dog's zipper. "Holy shit," Owen gasped out. "What the fuck are you packin' there?"
Mad Dog threw his head back with a rusty laugh. "Nahh, you just feelin' my big black cock, that's all. Ain't no gun, just this big ol' thang you white boys so crazy about."
Owen's mind reeled. He'd heard rumors of the incredible size of some black men, but he'd never encountered it himself before. Mad Dog's cock was absolutely massive, ferociously virile.
And Owen couldn't deny how badly he suddenly craved to see it, to touch it, to feel it. His own erection throbbed insistently, urgently. He knew he was breaking every rule, but the lust was too powerful to fight.
"I...I'm gonna need you to pull that out now," Owen said, his voice sounding far away to his own ears. "Take it out so I can see it."
Mad Dog licked his lips. "Mmmm, yeah you are thirsty, ain't ya? Bet you want it bad..."
In one smooth motion, he snapped open his fly and yanked his zipper down. Owen's mouth went dry as he watched Mad Dog shimmy out of his jeans.
The black cock that sprang free was huge - and Owen mean HUGE. It had to be at least 12 thick inches long and girthy as a soda can. The fat head was a deep plum color and shiny with pre-cum. Mad Dog's heavy balls looked swollen and potent at the base.
"Shiiiit..." Owen breathed, his own cock jerking painfully against his zipper in awe. "That's...that's so fuckin' big..."
Mad Dog smirked and slowly languidly pumped his hippo-sized shaft, letting it bob and sway hypnotically. "Yeah, I get that a lot from your kind," he said smugly. "Now why don't you drop to your knees and put that cop mouth to good use, officer? Show me how much you wanna worship this big black cock..."
Owen didn't even think about it. His legs folded like a cheap lawn chair and suddenly here he was, kneeling on the dirty sidewalk in front of Mad Dog. He knew he should feel humiliated. But all he could focus on was that magnificent black cock bobbing inches from his face.
Almost in a daze, Owen reached out and wrapped his fingers around the thick shaft. It was so girthy he could barely close his hand around it. And it was so hot, throbbing with power in his grasp.
He brought the purplish head to his parted lips and gave it a long, slow lick from base to tip, savoring the sharp tangy flavor of Mad Dog's pre-cum. Then Owen opened his mouth wide and sank down, engulfing half of that huge cock in tight, wet heat.
"Fuuuuck yes, suck it white boy," Mad Dog groaned, tangling his fingers in Owen's hair. "Take that big dick, ya nasty lil' cumslut. Choke on it!"
Owen gagged and slobbered, struggling to relax his throat and take more of that veiny shaft deeper. His own drooling cock throbbed urgently in his pants, leaking all over the inside of his thigh. He'd never been so turned on in his life.
He sucked hard, lips sealing around Mad Dog's thickness as he bobbed his head. He'd never wanted anything as badly as he wanted this huge black cock ravaging his throat right now.
Just as Owen was really getting into it, Mad Dog suddenly yanked his hair back and pulled him off. Strings of drool connected Owen's lips to the shiny cockhead.
"Other way around now, po-po," Mad Dog growled. "I wanna see what you packin'."
Owen knew he should stop, that this was completely out of line. But he couldn't help yanking his gun from its holster and unclasping his pants to free his own aching erection.
It sprang out, only about 5 inches long and thin as a pencil next to Mad Dog's monster. But the young thug just let out an approving moan and wrapped his huge hand around it.
"Damn, you even white on the inside," Mad Dog teased with a click of his tongue. "But it's cute. Lemme give it some love."
He began pumping Owen's cock fast and hard, just the way Owen loved it. Owen threw his head back with a broken moan, his hips bucking up into that skilled grip.
Then Mad Dog ducked down and engulfed Owen's cock in his hot, wet mouth. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" Owen chanted, seeing stars. Mad Dog's technique was insane, his tongue and throat magic. He'd never felt so good.
Mad Dog sucked him fast, then slow, then licked up and down his shaft, savoring every inch. Owen humped frantically into that talented mouth, chasing his pleasure.
"Fuck, you suck white dick so good, you nasty slut," Owen panted. "Gonna...gonna cum!"
He only had a second's warning before his balls drew up tight and he exploded with a strangled cry. Owen poured what felt like a gallon of cum down Mad Dog's eager throat.
The black man gulped it down, not spilling a drop, then pulled off with a wet pop. Owen went limp, shuddering through the aftershocks.
"Damn, you really was thirsty for that, wasn't you?" Mad Dog laughed, licking his lips. "Coulda sucked me dry..."
Owen knew he should be mortified that he'd just let a suspect suck him off. But all he could do was stare helplessly at Mad Dog's beautiful face and still-hard cock, lost in a lust-induced haze.
"Please..." Owen heard himself beg. "I need more. I need to...to taste you again. Need you to fuck my mouth..."
Mad Dog's grin was pure sin. "Anything for my new favorite customer, Officer Thirsty," he purred, grabbing Owen's hair again.
He pulled Owen forward and rubbed his drooling cockface all over those parted lips, smearing them with pre-cum and spit.
"Open wide, cumslut," he growled. "Gonna fuck that face 'til you can't'think straight..."
Owen opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue obediently, whining needily. His own spent cock was already starting to fill out again against his will.
Mad Dog grasped his hips and shoved forward to the hilt, hilting that huge black cock in Owen's tight throat. Owen choked and gagged, eyes rolling back. Drool poured down his chin as Mad Dog began to fuck his face hard and fast.
Thwap thwap thwap went his heavy balls against Owen's chin. The wet slurping and smacking of Mad Dog's cock pounding into his mouth seemed to echo off the buildings. Owen squeezed his eyes shut and just took it, reveling in the brutal throat-fucking.
"Gonna...fuuuck...gonna bust!" Mad Dog roared. "Gonna pump ya full, white boy!"
With one last brutal thrust, Mad Dog buried himself balls-deep and came with a shudder. Owen felt the first hot spurt of cum shoot down his gullet and instinctively swallowed. Then another and another, Mad Dog hosing his mouth and throat full of jizz.
Owen drank it down, coughing and sputtering around that pulsing cock plugging him. Mad Dog held him in place 'til he was sure every drop was swallowed. Finally he pulled out with a wet pop.
Owen collapsed back onto the pavement, gasping and dazed, cum still dripping from his slack lips. His own cock was rock hard again, aching where it jutted up from his open fly.
Mad Dog casually tucked himself away and zipped up, looking down at Owen with a smug grin. "Damn, I knew white boys was freaky but you really somethin' else," he chuckled, shaking his head fondly.
Owen blinked up at him, still in a sex-drunk haze. "Please..." he heard himself whine. "I need more... need you to fuck me..."
Mad Dog's grin widened. "Aw, you really want this big black cock in your tight lil' cop ass, huh? Fine then, I'll give you what you need."
Mad Dog reached down and grabbed the cheeks of Owen's ass, kneading and spreading them apart. "Gonna wreck this pussy for real..."
He spat crudely into Owen's exposed hole and circled the wet tip of his cock around it, teasing the furled entrance. Owen shuddered and bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, nodding frantically.
With one hard thrust, Mad Dog hilted that massive black cock deep into Owen's tight white heat. Owen screamed at the intense penetration, his back bowing like a drawn bow.
"Holy shit, you fuckin' huge!" he howled, his eyes rolling back in his head. "Tearin' me in half!"
"Nahh, just stretcher you out real good," Mad Dog drawled, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming back in. "Awww yeah, this pussy mine now. Lemme hear you moan for me!"
He began to pound into Owen hard and fast, setting a brutal rhythm that had them both groaning. The wet slap of skin on skin and the creaking of Mad Dog's hips pistoning in and out of Owen's hole filled the night air.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Owen babbled mindlessly, pushing his ass back to meet each thrust. "Fuck me, wreck me, ruin me! Harder!"
Mad Dog complied, drilling into him so deep and hard that the head of his cock kissed Owen's tonsils with every thrust. It was the most intense sensation Owen had ever felt, pleasure mixed with pain as his ass was split open on that huge black pole.
"That's it, take it!" Mad Dog growled, sweat dripping down his face as he used Owen like a cheap fucktoy. "Take this dick, this is what you made for... Nasty white sluts like you, always beggin' for black cock..."
Owen could only moan brokenly in response, lost in the brutal primal fucking. His cock bounced and slapped against his belly with every thrust, drooling pre all over his shirt.
He was dimly aware that he was making a mess of himself, copsucking and begging for more like the worst kind of degenerate. But he couldn't bring himself to care. This was what he needed, what he craved. To be used and degraded and claimed by this powerful young black thug.
"I'm...I'm close!" Owen wailed, feeling his balls draw up tight. "Gonna cum, fuck, you're gonna make me cum!"
"Do it then," Mad Dog snarled. "Cum while I'm buried in this pussy. Paint yourself, you nasty lil' bitch!"
Owen let out a high keen and came untouched, cum spraying out of him as Mad Dog's cock jackhammered his prostate. His ass clenched and spasmed around that huge shaft, milking it.
Mad Dog let out a strangled cry and buried himself to the hilt one last time. Owen felt his cock swell and pulse before it erupted, pumping what felt like gallons of molten cum deep into his guts.
They both collapsed in a sweaty tangle of limbs, gasping and shuddering through the aftershocks. Owen felt his abused hole gape and leak seed, his belly distended from how much cum Mad Dog had pumped into him.
"Damn...you one freaky cop," Mad Dog panted, pushing himself up on his elbows to look down at Owen's fucked-out face. "We gonna have to do this again real soon, you hear?"
"Yes," Owen slurred dazedly, his eyes glassy and unfocused. "Anytime, anywhere. Just use me..."
Mad Dog grinned and slapped Owen's ass. "Mmm, I'll hold you to that, Officer Thirsty. See you 'round..."
With that, he pulled out with a wet squelch and tucked himself away. Then he sauntered off without a backwards glance, leaving Owen sprawled out on the dirty sidewalk in a puddle of his own cum.
Owen just lay there in a blissed-out haze, his freshly-wrecked ass leaking and his mind blown. He knew this was wrong. He knew he'd just thrown away his entire career for a taste of that incredible black cock.
But the second Mad Dog's cum started to dribble out of his ass, Owen knew he was addicted for life. He'd do anything, risk everything, to get that huge dick back inside him.
Owen finally dragged himself to his feet and staggered to his squad car, letting his pants fall to his ankles. He was going to have to find a way to make this happen again. And again and again and again.
Owen knew he was in trouble. But he couldn't find it in himself to care. All he could think about was Mad Dog. Mad Dog's cock. Mad Dog's cum.
He'd been ruined, and he couldn't fucking wait to get ruined some more.
