He wants instant gratification

"Alright," the cop finally says. "I'd by lying if I didn't say I want to shove my dick in your ass, but I'll take what I can get."

He unbuckles his belt and unzips his uniform slacks over his bulging crotch. The fat head of his hard dick springs free from his boxers.

"Ooh," you remark, sliding closer to him on the seat, "it looks like you enjoyed the show."

"Yeah, it was great, now get to work," he says and pulls your head down to his lap.

You wrap your soft hand around the base of his cock and lower your mouth to the swollen tip. You kiss it and swirl your tongue around his hole, but the pressure on the back of your head lets you know this guy isn't interested in a slow and sensual blowjob.

"Suck that dick," he urges, "suck it."

You obligingly part your lips and spear your mouth on his throbbing cock. He's got a decent hunk of meat, so you use your hand to work in tandem with your sucking mouth. After a minute or so of bobbing your head up and down on the cop's prick his shaft is sufficiently coated in spit that he probably can't even tell the difference between your mouth and your hand.

The warm wetness of your mouth pumps up and down on his cock while your hand works the lower half. He begins to moan in time with your downward strokes and thrust slightly up to meet your mouth. You lick along the underside of his cock. When you reach the tip on an upward stroke you circle the head of his prick with your tongue before plunging back down.

"You weren't lying," he groans. "Best dick sucker I ever met."

"Mmmmm," you agree and accelerate your sucking.

Your head rises and falls on his cock in a steady rhythm. You briefly wonder if anyone outside can see your head, but you don't care. Your attention is focused on the hard prick buried in your mouth and prodding your tonsils.

It takes a good ten minutes of steady sucking and stroking before he begins to moan with his building orgasm.

"Yeah, baby," he whispers breathlessly, "yeah, suck it. Suck it. Make me cum."

You give him a cry of encouragement around his prick and massage his balls as they tighten up. He fucks your mouth and you let him, stroking and slurping on him until he tenses beneath you.

"Fuck yes!" He cries and holds your head down.

He thrusts up into your mouth and sprays your throat with his scalding semen.

"Swallow it!" He urges. "Swallow my load...aahhhhh..."

You gulp it down as he slides in and out and fires another stream of sperm down your throat. A third in and out and a third blast of his cum disappears down your throat. You stroke him as his cock spews a fourth and fifth gooey rope into your mouth and you nearly gag as you struggle to swallow it all.

When you're certain he has finally finished cumming you lift your mouth from his prick and stroke it a few more times.

"Oh fuck," he pants, "okay, okay"

He pushes your hand away from his sensitive dick.

"There," he says. "That should tide me over for now."

"Mmm," you wipe a drop of cum from your lips and lick it from your finger. "Thanks for being reasonable."

He laughs and stuffs his shrinking prick back into his slacks. He hands you your license and registration.

"That was just for the ticket. I'll be coming by your house at three sharp," he sneers, "We're not done yet."

"That's not fair!" You object.

"Life ain't fair," the cop chuckles. "That blowie will tide me over for a while, but you've still got a reckless driving citation to work off. If you're not home by 3:10 I'll be filing that on you."

"Fine!" You scowl at him.

"Drive safely, ma'am!" He laughs.

You climb out of the police cruiser and head back to your car, happy to be back on track to get your outfit for tonight's swinger party.

Once the cop has pulled away you drive back onto the road and head downtown. Traffic is busier here and tall office towers keep the streets in shadows. You don't come downtown often, but you're a suburban girl through and through and every smart suburban girl knows the best can be found in the city.

The Couture Club is on one of the main strips of downtown. Like all shopping areas here it's on the ground floor of one of the huge skyscrapers. You park in the nearest garage, being sure to tip the attendant with a 20 dollar bill and a nice view of your ass as you climb out of your Jetta.

Just walking the block or so from the parking structure to The Couture Club you turn a lot of heads and garner more than one wolf whistle. Guys drool as you walk by and girls scowl at your unashamed exhibitionism. When you reach the glass double doors of the upscale clothing establishment you walk in without hesitation.

Every piece of this year's hottest fashion is available at The Couture Club, as well as vintage clothing and a wide selection of the most exotic lingerie available.

As you view the racks of clothing from near the entrance you are approached by a beautiful woman with masculine black hair and dark brown eyes. She is wearing a revealing black silk dress that is backless down to the top of her shapely ass and has a neckline so deep it plunges to her navel. You can see the sides of her small breasts, but she has preserved some of her modesty with an elegant gold and sapphire necklace of many chains.

"How can I help you?" She asks, her voice a bit cold.