Chief Neils has had enough

Producing an obscenely loud primal grunt that must have resonated through the entire precinct, you stop one flick of her tongue short of dumping a wave of jizz down her throat. Perhaps it is the still slightly preposterous nature of a model-worthy vixen's lips expertly wrapping around your a engorged cock that prevents you from giving her a filling thick cum instantly. Perhaps it’s BJU adjusting to your desires. You’re not in the condition to really care either way.

Dangling before the perverted pale-skinned slut’s unflinching features, your balls almost visibly swell as they churn up another record-breaking load of thick baby-batter. A generous drop of precum spills into the confines of the Officer's warm, succulent mouth upon which the edges of her full lips form a taunting smile without ever letting go of their embrace around your meat.

Determined to push you over the edge, the bossy cop-slut forms a strong ring around the back of your knob as she sucks off the exposed, sensitive backside. Her full lips leave a trail of stark red lipstick as she works the back of your head, diligently collecting the remaining specks of repugnant dick-butter.

Each flick sends mind-numbing waves of pleasure through your body. You squirm visibly, pathetically trying your hardest not to jizz, while her wet tongue cleans the underside of your overstimulated knob, coating it in a pleasant slick layer of saliva. She carefully maintains a detached facial expression, but her hard nipples almost tear through her skimpy uniform crop-top.

With her free hand, she pulls on the hem of the immodest uniform hot-pants, her fidgeting fingers barely an inch away from the considerable puddle of juices leaking through the dark fabric. In effect, she could have just as well gone bottomless, the minimal amount of dark material barely leaving anything to the imagination.

Despite not even taking you deep yet, your bombshell “partner” offhandedly brings you to the brink of ecstasy, plainly demonstrating how easily she can drain your revolting cock. Her face never stops displaying cool, detached confidence while she swallows down the acrid-smelling mass of smegma and pre-cum with a perverse, resonating gulp, in full view of her boss without taking your thick uncut cock out of her mouth.

Stimulating all the sensitive spots of your exposed flesh skilfully, the stacked alabaster-skinned beauty pulls off the impressive feat of turning a surprise blowjob into an obscene show of ****. Judging by the contrast of her controlled demeanour to your pathetic state - knees trembling, she has definitely made her point about you being unfit to keep up with the real “street sluts” as she put it.

Her high-boned, tough face, covered by bossy aviator shades looks like some stereotypical “hard-boiled action chick” straight off the poster of some uninspired action flick, kicking ass while looking hot as fuck for legions of voyeuristic viewers. It’s only natural that in this universe, she perceives your unnaturally large, veiny cock as a blatant challenge to her authority, and defends it by sucking the everliving fuck out it. BJU is really a magical place.

Attempting to adjust to the sensation, you collect enough strength to glance down to Maxine’s voluptuous form. Hunched over like a neanderthal, a blissful idiot grin spreads across your face. You notice that the streaks of pre-cum running across the dark blue glass of the cop’s bossy aviators have left behind salty encrusted trails, the reflection on them lewdly showing your dick and hairy crotch.

Looking further down below, you find yourself in the perfect position to “subtly” leer into the tit window presented by Maxine’s unzipped uniform top from above. Two impressive mounds of impeccable pale skin, proudly thrust upwards, just about invite your hungry gaze. She keeps her back soldierly straight, perched on her high-heeled fetish boots. Just because she’s currently emptying your balls to set an example, she won’t be caught looking like a green rookie while doing it.

The contrast of the perverted slut’s arrogant, professional indifference and the perverted sight of your filthy uncut cock being casually tended by the tough police raven-haired cop off-handedly acting like a grade-A slut is not lost even on a dim-witted slob like you.

Acting more on instinct than common sense, you give her face a few weak humps, as she satiates the grand room with lewd, wet sounds. While she licks around your knob, playfully tickling your pisshole with the tip of her moist tongue occasionally, you erupt another sizeable stream of pre-cum into her mouth.

Slightly irritated by your abortive attempts at mouth-fucking her, Maxine pulls down her shades with an exaggerated, deliberate motion of her subtly manicured hands, holding your cock securely with her slutty lips only. Giving you a much-needed moment of respite, she glances up at your idiot grin over the brim of her shades, surveying your dick-driven state with a wicked glean in her emerald eyes.

Readjusting the stained glass to fix her model-perfect look, defiled by crusty streaks of your dick-produce, Maxine casually inhales the rancid smell of your thick meat without showing a trace of disgust, your frizzy, messily clumped wet pubes almost wedging into her nose.

Obviously having convinced herself that your blood is still concentrated around your cock, she finally moves her lush lips off your meat, leaving the area around your head covered in the stark red of her lipstick. An ample finish of her saliva roughs up the encrusted cum and spit leftover by Penny's untrained throat.

As the cop-slut releases you from her silky-smooth confines, she deliberately produces a final, obscene pop that resonates through the stately office. In the sudden silence after the startling sound you suddenly become aware of subdued, wet slapping sounds punctuated by a final loud moan coming from your left.

Remaining in her degrading position below you, Officer Guzz turns towards her superior's side, her impeccably drawn dark eyebrows slightly arching. Finally allowed a moment of relief, you forcefully tear your eyes away from the stacked butch slut in front of you, motivated solely by the desire to witness the perverted reaction of her boss. Your hear her call out, suspiciously out of breath: “Did I .. tell you to stop Officer?”

As you turn your gaze towards the expensive-looking mahogany desk, you catch Neils hastily withdraw one of her hands from her expensive-looking, provocative office dress. There is a hint of rough disorder to her previously spotless, slightly snobbish looks. Her face is suspiciously flushed, and her tanned, firm skin glistens slightly. A lock of lush golden blonde hair has dropped onto her forehead.

Noticing that your depraved sparring (more akin to hazing) has stopped for a moment, she fidgets around her breasts, trying to close the unclasped top button of her semi-transparent white blouse, attempting to return a hint of haughty class to her outfit. Given that the top button is located slightly above nipple level, your perverted gaze is treated with another practically bared set of cleavage. Despite her more sophisticated demeanour, the Chief’s tits still rival the size of Maxine’s finely sculpted melons.

Having trouble putting the hand she just hastily pulled from her immodest pencil skirt to use, she combs back the stray lock, her fingers dubiously glistening in the warm light above. While she struggles to pull the straining thin fabric together, you take your time admiring her alluring, pleasantly tanned cleavage.

The Chief definitely is more on the mature side, but obviously looks after herself, her body barely showing any imperfections. She probably spends a good part of her free time in a gym to keep up the effortless air of ripe beauty, not that you particularly care, your brain only registering a hot chick dressed in a skimpy dress for you to stick your dick into.

The abundant peachy skin on display is taut and the few barely visible wrinkles on her astute face compliment her experienced look. Still fighting the unruly clasp, she unwittingly invites your attention to the stiff nipples visibly piercing through her semi-translucent blouse on both sides of her struggling hand.

The white fabric is stretched dangerously and barely fits together, accentuating the appreciable curves of her MILF boobs. Two conspicuous, vulgar dark rings of her large aureoles on the pristine material have you almost visibly salivating at this point, making it painfully obvious that she is not wearing anything resembling a bra. Her voice regains it’s habitual authority and she continues, as if nothing is out of the ordinary: “Are you done acquainting yourself Maxine? Had some fun getting to know ... your new partner?”

You notice the Chief's piercing, bossy gaze flit down to your crotch several times while she continues her fight with the unruly button, your hard dick twitching in response. After a markedly prolonged pause, admiring your thick cock, she finally shifts her attention to her subordinate, patiently waiting below.

Finally being attended to, the cop-slut nonchalantly replies, her voice markedly calm, but with a tense undertone suggesting she is not someone be messed with: “You know I work alone, Chief”. Having hungrily ogled the exquisite bossy MILF the whole time, you squirm little as you feel the hand of the cop-slut below forcibly pull your cock, turning your thin frame towards the stately mahogany table.

“I still don’t see what I can gain from working with amateurs like him ...”, adding a dramatic pause while collecting a fat glob of pre-cum off the comically swollen head with her fingers “ … besides some R&R ... maybe”. Having made her point, she delicately directs her finger into her mouth and licks it off in one smooth motion.

The dignified MILF boss, her looks slightly dishevelled, looks like she’s had about enough of her sub-ordinate’s antics, her face wearing an expression of barely concealed annoyance. She cuts Officer Guzz off: “I don’t care frankly. Am I that hard to understand?” A small puddle glistening between spread, toned legs on the expensive-looking leather surface of her recliner. As you salivate over her mature figure, your vulgar cock remains hard enough to cut diamonds, despite leaving the pleasant confines of Maxine’s mouth. “We need you two to work together. That’s it. Period.”

Apparently not used to being talked back to, the MILF barely manages to collect herself, leaning back in her leather throne: "And now pack up. Agent Frelling will brief you on the next steps. I've got more important things to do." She pulls of a folder from the stack of documents on her table. “Reports just came in. There’s been another brutal throatfuck.”.

Shaking her head and muttering something to herself in disbelief, the haughty blonde demonstratively slams the file on the massive desk and gets to work. Hovering over some case files, her dignified face wouldn’t look out of place on some glossy magazine cover if only her attire didn’t look like some stripper’s idea of the complimentary high-class office dress.

Mesmerized by the sight, you fail to hear the subdued clicks of high-heels closing in behind you.