Joy ride

You decide it's best to leave the scene before more officers show up. You almost get back in your car to leave, leaving her to suck your dick while still hanging out the window, legs kicking in the breeze as you drive, but quickly think better of it. What kinda psycho would do that anyway?

Besides, the other cops will know something is up if they see an empty cop car here and notice the missing little cunt cop. You look over at her car, down at yourself in her uniform, then all the way down to her, still bobbing on your pole and smiling at you happily; hoping for more **** from you.

"Ready to go for a ride, bitch?" You say, looking for the keys to her car and handcuffs in the belt around your waist and withdrawing yourself so she can speak again for the first time.

"Oh my GOD! I can't... urk... I can't believe this is happening! I mean I always... urk.... wanted this to happen but I... urk... can't believe it's really happening! Where are we... urk... gonna go? Are there going to be cocks there? Can you...urk... stick something in me please? I don't care what we do, jus...*mmmph*" The lady cop spits this out at you all at once, her panic and excitement causing her to barely give any pause, except for the hiccups, between her words before you silence her again with your cock.

She doesn't mind your sudden muting of her rambled words. The happy cop returns to enthusiastically throating your cock while you turn the handcuff key and unlock her from the steering wheel. She makes no effort to stop you as you change the handcuffs position to behind her back, then click them back into place. She's almost helping you do it. You probably wouldn't even need them, she's so excited this is happening, but you'd rather not risk it, and she'll sober up eventually. You decide to test her compliance anyway.

"We're going for a joy ride! You're gonna be my new partner. Go get in the passenger seat of your car and wait there to deepthroat my cock." You tell her, rather sweetly but with command. She hops down off the window, barely maintaing her balance as her feet hit the floor; unable to steady herself with her arms and from intoxication. She stumbles her way to the car, nearly falling several times before getting to the passenger side door.

You begin cleaning up the area, putting the tazer and baton back in your belt, rolling up your windows and locking the door, as you prepare to leave your vehicle alone with a mess of cops coming and expecting a gangbang on it. The lady cop has fallen over several times on to the pavement in her quest to open the car door with her hands cuffed behind her, already difficult enough without being piss drunk.

You quickly decide it's good enough to go, they are on the way and all, so you hurry to the driver's side of the lady cop's car. She's managed her way over to your cock by the time you sit in the driver's seat, but she hasn't closed the door. She sucks you for a second while you start the engine, pausing for a moment to speak to you.

"Where are we... urk... headed, partner?" She says, then returns to sucking your cock.

"We're gonna go fight crime." You say, trying to sound cool and putting the car into gear. You push up your aviator sunglasses and slam on the gas. "Hit the lights and close your door."

She manages to pull her door closed by hooking it with an outstretched foot, then does her best to hit the switch for the lights and siren with her nose, ending up hitting it with her face. Either way, your loud siren begins a long steady blare as you quickly pull away, seeing several new cop cars arrive to your normal car, now a great distance behind you. You left in the nick of time.

You pick up speed, like a cop blaring his siren should, now completely unafraid of the speed limit and watching with glee as people pull off to let you past. The lady cop is back on your dick with vengeance, trying to get you as far down her throat as possible. This seems to be some sort of dream come true for her anyway, and the piss you fed to her makes her unable to do anything but enjoy it.

She'll probably even help you out of this, as long as you can keep her fucked up. She might call off the dogs all on her own, just have her take calls like everything is normal to call off any potential search before it can begin. But it would be pretty risky to let her talk to her compatriots all on her own, she could tell them she's been kidnapped or sound drunk.

The lady cop chokes and moans between your legs, excitedly wishing for any other way of pleasuring herself.

*chk* "Car 48, what's your 20, over." *chk* you hear crackle from the car radio. You noticed the number 48 on the car on your way in.

"That's us!" She says, confirming your suspicions, taking you from her mouth for only a brief second to speak then quickly returning. Time to decide.