Cruisin'

You toss some free swag into the back of your new BMW. Some lube, some handcuffs, a pair of panties you forgot who they belonged to, a fresh set of linens, and some videogames and beer. You didn't spend a dime when you told them you needed these things to fuck.

The shopkeeper's car was nice and roomy. Smelled new. You definitely felt like fucking someone in here. And so you would.

You pulled into the local police station, because why not?

"Can I help you?" said the desk clerk behind some glass. She was too old for your liking. At the moment.

"Let me in. I need to look around for some cute prisoner to fuck."

She buzzed you in and you smiled. You figured you could break someone out of prison in open defiance of the law, now. As long as it aided you.

A stern-looking sergeant looked at you sideways. He could probably break you in half in a split second. "Jail's this way," he said, almost gritting his teeth.

You didn't feel like arguing, and instead followed his close escort, rather than meander.

In the basement, almost, you spotted six cells. Drunk tanks and holding area, mostly, as criminals were usually sent to the county jail. Four guys and one crackhead woman missing some teeth. This sucks.

"Fuck this one, if you want. I'll be upstairs." He moved to turn around as the cell door opened. You looked at her mangly body, half-passed out, disease ridden, and thought long and hard. No thanks.

"Officer," you turned to the sergeant as he ascended the stairs, "do you have any policewomen or employees I could fuck instead?"

That's how you found yourself sitting in the Captain's office, with a bevy of eight beauties lined up in front of you. Three officers, one college intern, the older desk clerk, another civilian employee, and two visiting wives.

"Strip", you say curtly, as the police photographer snaps photos. You take a black marker and write 1, 2, 3... on each woman's stomach, taking the chance to fondle their breasts and some pussies as they're exposed.

"One of you will be spending the day with me. To decide who that will be," you start, taking a good look at their bodies as you remove your pants, "we will be having a masturbation contest. You," you point to the older wife of the desk sergeant, "suck me off."

You came into her mouth as many (but not all) of the women had cum themselves. The contest was on technique and orgasm, and not time. You appreciate that some could cum fast, and that others took a nice methodical approach. Sadly, none had helped each other, but you had specified it as a masturbation contest.

Your fellater began masturbating herself. You had no intention of fucking her, and she had kinda lost the contest when she decided to suck you only and not multitask.

You crowded around the 2nd Officer, Contestant #3, and watched as she bit her lip and continued to finger herself deeply, while squeezing her small breasts. The crowd had assembled around this last woman as she pushed herself to cum. And cum she did, her hand drenched and sweat across her brow as you gave her a round of applause.

"Thanks," she said, as you helped her up.

"Number Three wins," you say, as you lick her juices off your hand. "But everyone gets a consolation prize. Bend over and spread your legs."

And, lasting as long as the teenager you appear to be, you use your ejaculation control to fuck each and every one of them in one or two thrusts, cumming into each one and repopulating the police station. The desk clerk was too old and the other wife was six months pregnant, so you conceive five then and there.

You then clear off the Captain's desk completely, tossing papers, laptop, and ornaments onto the floor, and replace it with Number Three, facing her smiling face as you impale her in the missionary way. She doesn't get a teenage Flash, she gets a methodical king as you take it nice and slow, like her masturbation technique.

"You can leave!," you yell at the meandering crowd, and they begin to redress as they leave the office. The door is opened, the blinds are not shut, as you continue the palpitations into your policing princess. Her short hair in disarray and sweat-stained from the multiple exertions.

The Captain arrives, greets his wife at the door, and begins cleaning up some of the mess you made. The sergeant arrives to help, but keeps side-eyeing you as you fuck this vixen. He doesn't like you. Hopefully he won't be mean to your kid.

You finally decide enough is enough, and cum into Number Three, spraying some cum in her, and the rest on her stomach above her completely shaven cunt. You filled her up, and more than would be expected spills onto the desk.