Trixie’s Big Case Chapter 2 Meet Tammie (revised)

Trixie’s Big Case

Chapter 2

Meet Tammi

It had been 2 long days since Trixie had enjoyed her black cock session with the Chief and Officer Owens. Trixiei sat in her office at BNWO HQ feeling depressed that she may not get her BBC fix for sometime, as her new mission once again forced her to go undercover to flush out pathetic white breeders.

She did have a job to do as her new mission began the next day so Trixie, ever the dutiful agent, began reviewing the files of her upcoming case. Starting with the profile of their informant, Tammi Omalley.

Tammi’s file was fairly typical, a privileged white girl raised in the upper middle class dated whtie boys all thru high school until her senior prom which also happened to be her 18th birthday. Attached to Tammi’s file was DVD entitled “Tammi’s Senior Prom/18th bday party” with a directive stating “All agents must review file”. Trixie removed the DVD from its protective sleeve and popped it into her laptop.

The video began abruptly after Trixie pushed “play” and opened to a modest hotel room, maybe Motel 6 or Days Inn, standard stuff. What wasnt standard, and what made Trixie almost throw up, was the disgusting display that followed. There, on her laptop, was a white couple embracing and even kissing.

Unacceptable, the blonde agent thought to herself, but upon further viewing Trixie suddenly realized she had this situation all wrong. The white girl in the video was Tammi, who the Chief had assured Trixie was a firm believer in BNWO principles. Trixie held back her initial misgivings and decided to watch the video further tho she would do herself a favor and fast forward through

this grotesque display of white on white fornication.

Trixie fast forwarded the video and noticed that Trixie stepped out of frame for a good while and left the white boy alone in the hotel room. Trixie stopped the fast forward option and, fighting against her own instincts, decided to study this white male specimen.

According to the file the white boy was Tammi’s high school boyfriend Randy, an 19 year old freshman at some nameless white boy college. He had apparently come down to take Tammi to her Senior Prom from what Trixie could gleen from the file.

Without Trixie’s training she may have been fooled by this white boy. Randy was 5’11” and in tremendous shape. Thickly muscled the brown haired white boy got undressed as he waited for his date to return. Agent Daniels noted that he had a bodybuilders physique but also noted that he kept his small speedo-like briefs on indicating what Trixie already knew.

Randy laid down on the queen sized bed and put his hands behind his head. Trixie watched in bemused curiosity as he rubbed his concealed white penis. Maybe it was just a bad video but Trixie couldnt even make out much of a bulge.

“Dumbass white boys…all those muscles and doesnt have the one that matters”, she muttered to herself as she hit fast forward again, having seen enough of this white boy’s offerings.

As soon as Tammi walked back through the door Trixie pushed “play” again and watched the scene unfold with glee. Tammi had returned with two large older black men, both at least in their 30s or 40s, and surprised her little white dicked boyfriend who jumped up from the bed, his small white peepee straining to be released from his tight underwear.

Randy jumped up from the bed and was immediately secured by the two large black friends Tammi had brought in with her. The black bulls picked the muscle bound white boy up like a rag doll and sat him down hard in the motels chair, while Tammi produced handcuffs and restrained him to that same chair.

Entranced trixie took a moment and paused the video to study the scene. This Tammi girl seems like a good egg, the agent thought as she took the time to finally admire how beautiful the chubby white girl was.

A taller girl Tammi was almost 6’ with a large frame but a firmness that indicated she definitely wasnt out of shape. Her hair was fiery red and flowed down slightly past her shoulders which were very pale and covered in freckles which ran along the tops of her arms and into the crevice of her ample bosom. Her face didnt have quite as many freckles as her shoulders just a few on her chubby cheeks. Her eyes were sea green with a slightly upturned nose above on of the most gorgeous mouths Trixie had ever seen.

“How is that possible?”, the Agent asked herself as she studied Tammi’s perfect mouth,

zooming the video closer to her pretty face, “those lips are so thick, they must serve our black kings so well”, she exclaimed as she fumbled through her desk for her little bullet vibrator.

Finding her silver vibe Trixie turned it on to the highest setting and placed the vibe on her pink clit as she thought about Tammi’s perfect lips pleasing black cocks, “Theyre so full…so red and juicy…”, Trixie moaned as she ground her small vibe onto her sensitive clitoris. Unfortunately with her undercover mission coming up she had to stay tight so penetration was forbidden. The things we white girls do for the cause she thought as she continued to hump her device.

Trixie focused on her work and pushed “play” again. The black men were almost off camera which was focused on the white couple, the same one that was frantically making out before Tammi brought her friends into the picture. “Clever girl”, Trixie moaned as she continued to play with her frustrated pussy.

Randy was handcuffed to a chair wearing nothing but his speedo briefs with his pathetic whiteboy hardon straining at the material. Trixie didnt have to study his crotch for long to size him up. Based on her training the Agent guessed this muscle bound white boys dick was barely 3 inches hard. At first she thought, Maybe hes on steroids?, but then again he was white. Sucks for him. Randy began straining at his restraints his little pink dingding moving ever so slightly.

“Those whiteboy muscles wont help you now bitch” Trixie said out loud as she turned the volume up to hear the white boys lamentations in the hopes his cries would make her little white pussy even wetter.

“I thought you loved me!”, Randy sobbed, straining against his shackles.