Divide and Conquer

I led the officers to the living room, where Veronica continued her **** performance. Her eyes showed relief as her body showed how far her tits could swing. "Thank God you're here." She sighed. "This psycho **** me or something." The officer's were obviously skeptical of what looked like a willing hired dancer, but in a fantasy story, they will still do their job unbiasedly. The sexy officer conferred with her partner.

"You question her. I'll take him to the bedroom for questioning." The sexy officer looked to me, unaware of the coming storm. "Lead the way, sir. We'll get out of your hair as soon as we can."

"I'm so sorry for this confusion, officer. Why have you been called here?" I played dumb, knowing that lies meant nothing to me anymore. "I didn't think we were very loud. Yet." I joked, turning to the following officer. She wasn't as amused by my comment, seeing me as a perv who needed to buy women's services.

"Well sir, we had gotten a complaint from a woman claiming to live here. She said her boyfriend **** himself on her." The officer began, giving as little information as possible.

"Veronica called you? That bitch can be dumb sometimes." I shrugged, like this confusion was a common occurrence. "I think she's too ditzy to remember what we plan to do, and thinks I take advantage of her. What did she claim?" By now we had reached my bedroom. I sat on the foot of the bed, and the hot cop stood before me, pen and paper ready for my description of events.

"Ooooh please, Ringmaster." I heard from behind me. I disguised my turn as a stretch, looking back to see the Ring Slut sat up on my bed, legs splayed and both hands diving deep between her hungry lips. "Can we keep her?" She asked desperately. "She's, like, sooooo fucking hawt." I winked at her, and she squealed with glee as she came on her hands, quickly pulling them out to lick clean.

"Actually, I'm gonna need to hear your recollection of events before I tell you hers." The officer shrugged, bringing her chest to a new height before they settled back into place. Her attire was preventing her full potential. I'd change that soon.

"Well, as the boxes indicate we were doing a little packing to clear out the apartment. My girlfriend decided she wanted to **** on my cock and swallow my sticky load. I was more than happy to oblige. Now please, show me what Veronica said she did." My last command was a a hot stabbing on my finger, until my aggression overpowered her mental resistance.

The sexy officer grimaced at the gross descriptions this man gave. She wasn't into derogatory sex phrases, but could now see what got this guy off. "Her report states that you told her to suck your dick and she felt quote '**** to do it.' You ejaculated in her mouth, she also claims you quote 'made her swallow.'" as she was finishing her explanation of the phone call, she looked up from her notes to see she was standing between my spread. She looked around quickly, confused about her change of position. Before she could continue, she felt her knees buckle, and braced for impact on my thighs, her tiny hands sank into my muscular legs. "Excuse me. Must have been a cramp in my legs?" Her hands run higher up my legs as she attempts to rise, only to feel her face pull closer to my crotch and her hands pull down my fly. "What is happening?" Her face was shocked as her tongue licked her lips.

"Well, I did ask you to show me her recollection of events. I appreciate you taking it literally." I ran my hands through her silky hair, pulling her flaming locks from her bun. They framed her face wonderfully as she struggled to resist my command. Her simply painted lips pressed into my growing cockhead, slowly allowing me to enter. Her moans of protest hummed up my rod, and I felt her tongue tease my cockhole. Her eyes bulged at the salty taste. Any attempts to pull away were always met by an equal push forward. My cock became slick from her hungry mouth, and I relished fucking this authority figure. "This certainly seems like what she was doing. Including the eager willingness."

"I am not trying to do this. What's going on?" Her shocked, blushing face betrayed her hand's confident stroking. "Is this what you did to your girlfriend?" Her job meant she had to be able to connect the dots quickly. Too bad it wouldn't help her.

"You're the only one doing anything here. But if you don't want your mouth fucked, we can use something else." It was cute to make her think she still had a choice. Now her confusion was anger, knowing she was being mocked.

"Fuck you, pervert. This is ****, and you will face charges." She tried to reclaim the power shift, but she had to admit her only hope was her partner coming in, and knowing him, he'd be taking his time with the stripper in the living room. "Stop this now!" She desperately ordered, her cracking voice removing any sense of authority.

"If you really want to. Get up and strip for me." I leaned back on my bed, ready for another show. She quickly ripped her face away from my cock and staggered to her feet, catching her breath. I felt hot breath on my neck and pillowy tits pressed roughly into my back. Tickling, dainty hands play under my shirt, dancing across my body's new abs. My Slut whispered in my ear.

"Ringmasteeer," she whispered playfully. "Try a physical change next. Changing outfits is too easy for a strong Ringmaster like you!" Her mouth alternated between advice and ear nibbling. "Change her body." I could feel her pouting and batting her gorgeous eyes just from her body language. Her naughty words gave me an idea.

"Slut, would you like to help me play?" I asked over my shoulder. Her wide eyed look of joy became a tongue rolling look of lust at my offer, and she could only nod while she rode a heavy orgasm. I turned to my target and see her reaching for her handcuffs.