In an ICE investigation room, a contemplating Roxana was sitting on one of the two chairs placed at the table in the middle of the room. She was waiting to be questioned after being busted for having no U.S. resident papers.
Roxana hated white people and saw them as evil and colonial thieves, devoting her entire life to demonize every act or deed done by them. She was chilling at home with her brother, writing racist tweets on twitter, when suddenly their house got busted by some quick and efficient ICE agents. They had no time to react, as Roxana was manhandled by big, burly, white men, shocking her deeply as it was the first time she really got to see America’s law enforcement.
They were so tall. Much taller than the Hispanic men she was used to see. And the size of their muscles was unbelievable large too, so well trained and fit that it awakened something inside Roxana that she did not know exactly was.
The giants had taking her to the station and placed here in the investigation room where she now was, thinking about the feelings she had experienced moments ago.
The door to the room finally opened, and Roxana’s heat skipped a beat as a 7.5 feet tall dodged his way through the door, the top of the doorframe lightly gracing his frosted tips haircut as he made his way inside. Beautiful facial bone structure, shining with bright, blue eyes and protruding lips made him look like an absolute stud, especially wearing his uniform and bullet-proof vest around his muscular frame. His sleeveless, bulking arms held some papers that he was reading as he made his way to the opposite side of the table to Roxana, his shadow looming over her as he blocked out the ceiling light, which disappeared as soon as he sat down in front of Roxana.
Roxana’s heart was beating fast, sitting so very still as she looked at the officer. Finally he moved his eyes away from the papers and looked down at Roxana: “Roxana Flores?”
“Ye-yes.”
“I’m officer Jordan, I going to ask you some questions regarding your documentation. Everything said in this room will be recorded, you understand?”
Jordan looked deeply into Roxana’s eyes, who looked down to break the uncomfortable eye contact.
“Y-yes.”
Jordan looked back into his papers and presented some to Roxana.
“Now we have searched your apartment and looked at your profiles, gone through different county registry and checked for your CRN or any birth certificate and we have concluded that both you and your brother are illegally residing in America.”
Roxana kept starring down at the floor.
“Roxana… we have already deported your brother.” Her eyes went back up at Jordan, wide and frighten, not knowing what to do as she was going to be next. She really did not want to go back to her home country, despite constantly praising it, Roxana did not actually like Mexico that much, and would rather want to stay in America where things were better.
“He had no defense or alternative method to offer, and I hope that you would understand that you are were much in the same situation as him.”
Roxana’s eyes went down again and there was silent between the two. The pretty, delicate, little Mexican flower shivering in the cold of the big, cold, looming predator, cornered and caught, having nowhere to escape. This was it.
“I do have an offer for you.”
Roxana looked up with surprise at the tall ICE agent. He had stopped the recorder that was laying on the table, and now looked intensely at Roxana.
“I can get you off the hook… but you will have to do me a favor.”
Jordan stood up from his chair and rose up to his 7.5 feet height, still looking down at Roxana who looked back up at him. Like this, he began unbuckling his belt, and it was then Roxana’s attention was led to the massive bulge Jordan was spotting in his tight pants.
A mixed feeling of being intrigued and scared befell Roxana, as Jordan unzipped his pants, letting his package stretch his pants forward as his white underwear clearly struggled to contain what was in them. The tightness made Jordan grunt as he tried to pull out his cock, finally getting his white beast out from his crammed underwear and pants so it finally could get some fresh air and swell freely. The officer’s erection was gigantic, looking 9 inches long and thick as a soda can, its musky smell hitting Roxana’s nose strongly as she was shocked by his enormous size.
“I haven’t fucked for days. My Asian wife cannot handle my size anymore. Says I have grown too big for my own good.”
Jordan then dug up his white balls and plummet them on the table. They were huge. Each nut the size of a avocado, clearly showing that the officer had packed up a lot of spunk in the recent days, making him hot and bothered at the workplace.
“Can’t say I blame her, but 9.2 is pretty average for a white guy and I’m no dude who just masturbates, this kind of dick needs special attention!”
Roxanna stared at it, looking at the throbbing white monster right in front of her, attached to a drum-tight groin that belonged to a massive, well-fit, good-looking, towering stud, and he said it was average?! The smell of it too. She wanted to touch it so badly.
“What do you say then, spic girl? Wanna let me use you to relief my workload so you can get to stay here?”
Roxanna liked all those words she heard and slowly nodded, still fixated by the pure, slab of musky, cock meat.
Jordan walked around the table and approached Roxana who got pressed against the table as Jordan pulled her up on top of it, beginning to undress her with force. The start was frightening for her first, but got overwhelming enjoyable, as Jordan began sticking a finger insider her pussy to moisten it for entrance. She closed her eyes and moaned as his fingers moved back and forth, squeezing her Latino cunt for liquid as she slightly thrashed her legs about. When Jordan’s finger was soaked in Mexican juices, he began penetrating her. Gently sticking it in and making Roxana fell the head that stretched her nether lips to unexplored margins, making her gasp in shock as Jordan let her feel it for size. But Jordan was a bit impatience, as he hadn’t got to cum in a while, and went quickly for the pounding with not much build up. The table shook together with Roxana with her back on it, gasping, screaming and moaning while getting her guts rearranged by a white stallion that could break her in half if he wanted to.
Their violent sex stirred up her native Aztec genes as it reminded them of the many times strong, white conquistadors had conquered and taken charge of dirty, little, savage sluts like her. Giving them exactly what they wanted by shoving giant, marble cocks in every little Aztec woman, invading their wombs with galleons of sperms to breed little mulattos like Roxana.
It triggered something inside of her mind, making her more submissive and understanding of her situation.
It was so clear to her now that she had mistaken the white man. That there was something truly great and superior about these beings that just surpassed anything else her culture had to offer. Nobody would want to migrate to Mexico, it was in America were things were at, the land of the free, inhabited by white giants that really could make a woman scream.
She had been so very wrong, and she had a huge urge to make up for it now, all the while getting fucked silly by the ICE agent who deported her brother, now fucking his sister mercilessly and making her even like it.
Orgasm after orgasm clouded her mind, and she went through four at least before Jordan unloaded his burdensome bag of packed up sperm, making it look like a garden hose was turned out as the pressure inside her womb made much of the spurting cum blast of any airtight crack there was out around Jordan’s giant, vagina-stuffing cock that blocked all exit. A huge stream of it spewed out as Jordan unblocked his cock and let Roxanna’s sore and stretched out pussy rest and leak its content out. Jordan ran a hair through his frosty tips as he whipped off sweat from his forehead, Roxanna had worked him quit out, but he had worked Roxanna out even more, who laid destroyed on the table, panting heavily while feeling ever so good and tender.
“Nice job, senorita, that pussy would take a whole heap more cock than my wife’s could, you might actually be quite useful after all.”
As Roxana tried to catch her breath, Jordan had walked on the opposite side of the table and had placed his cum-soaked, semi-flaccid cock on Roxana’s head.
“I’m gonna need you to clean up the mess you made. Can’t have mu pants getting wet.”
Like the good Mexican cealning lady, Roxana went to work, more than happy to wipe the stains off Jordan’s incredible babymaker.
“Good girl… good girl.” Jordan whispered, as he felt the licks lapping up the sticky white goo. “I can defiantly use one like you around the house.”
After taking up the pool of jizz on the floor as well, Roxana was signed up for to be reformed under officer Jordan’s supervising, serving as his housemaid at home, tasked to relief this hardworking, handsome officer of the law of any pent-up stress at any time and learn the American culture while at it. Roxana loved it, and forsaken her own culture and race, deeming them inferior and pathetic, compared to white men, spending the rest of her days serving cock as long as her forearm, and carrying white babies in mass to fuel the white population, doing her part to breed out the dark-skinned losers of humanity that envious leeched on white people. From now on, the only thing Roxana would be leeching on was big, white cock.
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