It's Hanrahan's fault, let's take her in

"It's not your fault, Officer Butch," you tell her. The patrolwoman waits, her bicycle at the ready. "Really, it's these two we have to blame." You pull your dick out of the hot little teen's mouth and pump your load out all over the pepper-sprayed ex-officer Hanrahan who's crying quietly on the floor. "I think you should book 'em."

"Well, obstruction of Blowjobs is a crime..." says Officer Butch.

"It is?!"

"'Course it is, son!" The tough woman cuffs her ruined ex-partner to the tan little teen and starts walking them both out. "See you at the precinct," she says to you, "if you wanna come give a statement, I mean."

"Is the police chief hot?"

The obvious lesbian grins, "totally. We have plenty of detainees, too. Look, I can't ride back with these two in tow. Why don't you take my bike to the station? You'd be doin' me a favor."

You watch as the stout cop drags her two prisoners away on foot, and you hop on her bike. The precinct is just a few blocks away, but the ride is difficult because every block of the beachfront area is covered in bikini babes just waiting to suck your dick, and you have to ride past them all. Eventually you arrive, and drop the bike at the front door.

Inside the Police station a young, beautiful, brown-skinned corporal is seated at the front counter, waiting for the next citizen to ignore. She almost looks up to meet your eye, but she's really just trying to let you know she's gonna ignore you and keep doing paperwork.

"Ehm," you clear your throat and check the Corporal's badge for her name. "Busy morning, Officer Evans?"

She brushes her kinky black curls out of her eye and frowns at you. "Every day, mister. You need something?"

"Yep," you declare plainly and climb up onto your knees on the counter in front of her, whipping your dick out and letting it hang there in front of her face.

The pretty young Corporal finally pays you some attention, standing up straight behind the counter, her lips drawn tightly into a slight scowl. She watches your dick hardening up right in front of her and says, "look, young man, I've got a lot of paperwork to do, and I don't have time to suck off every tourist who comes in here whining at me cuz some drunk chick used too much teeth." She's still looking at your erection. "Plus, your dick looks fine, you're not even hurt. Why don't you just get back out there and keep on spring breakin' or whatever."

"I'm happy to involve the Chief of Police if we need to."

"Oh lord. That ain't necessary," she says, wrapping her long slender fingers gently around your cock and leaning in to lick the tip. "My paperwork can wait." Once she licks the tip, she goes low and presses as much of the length of her tongue as possible against your shaft, the soft, bumpy flesh wrapping itself around the sides of your dick. When her tongue starts to move again, you feel it slide up your shaft to the head where she draws little rings around your twitching cock-head and flicks her tongue against the top of your cock like it was an M&Ms mini tube and this was the only way to get the lid open.

When she glides back down to the base of your dick to lap at it again, this time she puts the soft bottom side of her tongue against your shaft. She makes playful eyes at you while she pushes downward on your erection with the one of the softest, wettest parts of herself.

"You must be the most talented cop to go down on me yet, Evans."

She smiles at the compliment and laps at your dick a few times before replying. You slide your fingers into her wonderfully soft, springy hair as she responds "I would be lying if I sa...nngngnggllllllllll," but she's cut off abruptly. The noises the Corporal makes at this point are not quite like the BJ moans and gacks you've heard before. There's a new tone to the whole throat-fucking thing, apparently, when your dick has a bitches' tongue folded over like a red carpet. "GLGLGLLLLLGLGLLNNLGLLLGLL" is kinda what it sounds like, and it doesn't come in bursts, despite the violent thrusting you're working with, but instead bubbles up quietly like the drone of an old, tired water pump.

The pretty cop's kinky hair is giving pigtails a run for their money. "If pigtails are the handlebars of throat fucking, Evans, then your curls are like the shoe gloves of horseback riding." If Evans knew you, she might be impressed that you even tried a metaphor, but instead she's just now discovering what a dumb fuck you actually are.

"Stirrups!" calls out a familiar voice from behind you. It's Officer Butch, with the teen from the shop and Officer Hanrahan in cuffs beside her. "Her curls are like the stirrups of facefucking, right?"

"LGLGLGLGGLGLGGGLGG EHHH EHHHHH" She's ****, or coughing or something. You don't care, but it does sound different.

"I guess that's what I meant. It feels great. What are you doing with those two?" The Hawaiian teen is naked and stumbling, and Hanrahan, standing tall but head hung low, is wearing only her bra and underwear. Both of the detainees still have jizz on their faces.

"I'm tossin' 'em in lockup until we can charge 'em with Obstruction."

"Lockup?" you say, making sure to slam the pretty Corporal no less brutally while you continue to fuck with these other women's fates. "Don't you have some kind of dick-sucking-device you can strap 'em into instead?"

"The Interrogation Chairs? Or did you mean the Pillories? We usually reserve those for..."

"Yeah, those. All of those. Do that." You're not sure what a drugstore has to do with blowjobs, but you trust Officer Butch, and if the pillory turns out to be lame, you figure the interrogation chair will make up for it. You know exactly what a chair is, and you can use one in a blow job too for sure.

"Aye aye, sir. I'll report back to you when I'm done." Officer Butch drags the ravaged women away again.

Corporal Evans is no weakling, but after a few more minutes of gasping past your smelly cock and gagging on her own tongue, her bright brown eyes start to dim and her lids start to hang heavily. Her gluggling noises grow faint and your animal grunting becomes the dominant sound in the room. When she finally passes out, her eyes are still open, but unfocused and empty. Her tongue and throat are still soft, your dick is still hard, and this is still the BJU, so you keep throatfucking her.

You have a sip of her coffee, and you keep throatfucking her.

You pick up some of the files on her desk, because one of them has a mugshot of a thick-lipped slut with face tats, and while you peruse the photos in the files, you keep throatfucking her.

Five minutes later, when a pretty, slender Detective in slacks and a cardigan walks by, you are still throatfucking the **** Corporal Evans.

"Hey detective, if Evans passed out while sucking my dick, is that Obstruction of a Blowjob?"

The pony-tailed brunette stops and blinks a few times. She turns to you with a professional smile and says, "it's whatever you want it to be, David. If you wanna write her up for Obstruction, the Chief might fire her. If you wanna destroy her neck all day from the inside, you can do that too. If you wanna chain her to the wall in a holding cell and come by every once in a while just to fuck her holes, we have the paperwork for all of those things."

"Wow, great ideas bitch!" The Detective's imagination is clearly more active than yours, even where BJs are concerned. It's bringing you closer to finishing.

The Detective's face is still serious and scrutinizing, but she says, "David, precedent holds that any behaviours or actions not instigating or facilitating someone sucking your penis are de facto Obstruction of a Blowjob. Do you understand that?"

"No, I don't." But you can tell she's on your side. And it's hot when a bitch acts like she's smart before she submits to your skullfucking.

You pull out of Evans and hold her head in front of you with one hand while you jerk out ropes of your sticky cum all over her kinky little curls like those spider web wisps people drape around their hedges on Halloween. You make sure to get every angle before you drop her unceremoniously on the floor.

"David," continues the Detective, "it doesn't matter if someone's Obstructing a Blowjob anyway. I'm not obstructing anything, or breaking any laws, and I'll be glad to slurp your shlong if you want me to, right this minute." She's so business-like about it, it's hardly even hot.

"Yeah I know, but could I still chain you to the wall in a cell and come by to fuck your holes when I feel like it, even if you're a regular, not-obstructing, law-imbibing citizen?"

"Yes, David."

"Cool, thought so, but it's still hard to be totally sure what's allowed, you know?"

"No, David, I don't know."

"Cool, well, I gotta go, but my dick is soft. Wake it back up?"

"Of course, David," says the slender detective, and unbuttons her cardigan. She places the sweater and her glasses on the counter top beside you. You sit with your legs over the front and she bends over to scoop up your soft, slimy cock with her mouth. You lay back and let your dick sucker do the work for once.

When Officer Butch comes back to report, you're still balls deep in the Detective. "All done sir! Our teen criminal is strapped in to the interrogation chair. I'm sure Detective Fintly can show you the way. I got our girl Hanrahan in the pillory out at the beachfront, too. I'll be headin' back out on patrol, unless there's somethin' else you need."

You come slowly back from the relaxed fog of your post-blowjob blowjob and decide you can do better than Detective Fiddly's mediocre ministrations. Besides fucking with Hanrahan and the Hawaiian girl, there's still the Police Chief and all the detainees they've got locked up.