A Different Kind of Dirty Cop

“I won’t fuck you.”

The detective could already tell what kind of favor the young man would ask of her in return for helping with the Ravers case. Any man who was misogynistic as he, who collected pictures of a girl with cum on her face and spread it around town thought only in terms of humiliating women with his cock. He wanted to get off, but it wasn’t fun if it was easy. So, he targeted women who were innocent or in authority, because he liked the challenge, and it made it so much sweeter when they finally debased themselves. She’d met many men like him in her line of work, though this was the first time she was stuck in an alley with one.

“It’s nice to know that’s where your mind goes straight to,” he chuckled and raised a hand, tracing her lips with his thumb. “But there’s plenty of other…holes you can offer if you want to hold to some pretense of integrity.”

“How do I know your intel will even be worth it?” She pulled back from his hand, partly because she detested letting him simply touch her so easily, and partly to stop herself from biting his finger off. “I’d rather see what you come up with before doing anything.”

“Then maybe I just don’t find anything at all. Your mouth isn’t all that special, you know? You might want to save face, but I could walk down the street and get a blowjob from half a dozen girls. More if I even tried,” he postured, smirking and straightening up as if to leave. “You’re the one who’s **** for information. It won’t be my fault if ‘k3Y$Tr0kE’ doesn’t know anything.”

“Sure, but I’m not just any girl off the street. I’m a Detective of the ARPD. I bet that’d be one for your your trophy case,” she played to his pride and narcissism. “And if your contact comes up short, well, then maybe I just let it slip that you released those photos of Victoria. I am only a woman after all. I can’t be expected to control my tongue from wagging.”

“Of course not. But maybe I’ll cut a deal with them, and trade my freedom for evidence on a dirty cop who spied on her boyfriend, and called in a tip based on illegally obtained surveillance. And we both know it won’t be just this case. It’ll call into question every case you’ve ever made,” Shawn countered, asserting his dominance. “We’ve already established that you hate not knowing. This would be so much easier if you would just accept that the way to get what you want, is to get on your knees.”

“Screw you,” Joan spat back. “It’s not like I need you to make the case. If I just wait, I can wear down their lawyers and make Heather or Ashley tell me what happened.

“Maybe. Or maybe you’ll never be able to make anything stick. I’m from one of those families. Kids like them, whose father’s have influence, nine times out of ten they walk. The other one, they get a slap on the wrist.” That smug, knowing smile never left his face, and Joan had to turn her head away, unable to look at him any longer, unable to admit that he was probably correct. He continued, “The only way you’ll ever get them is if you have them dead to rights. I can’t guarantee anything, except that I’m your best shot.”

She knew that, or else she never would have asked him in the first place. Her patience had been wearing thin; a case that seemed cut and dry, suddenly became complex and complicated, with a confession and a new suspect and yet all the witnesses were holding fast to their right to remain silent. Even if she could sense something going on beneath the surface, it was being buried under red tape. She just needed to cut through it all and get to the truth. The most infuriating thing about Shawn was that he managed to be right, even as he was being an abhorrent bastard. She hadn’t hesitated when using the videos to have Roland’s girlfriend arrested. If the cause was just…why should this time be any different?

“I still won’t fuck you,” she insisted, glancing at him again as his smile seemed to stretch even wider, knowing he’d gotten her, seeing it in her eyes.

“I’ve been thinking about that, and, you should know, I’m not unreasonable. I understand your reservations, so here’s a suggestion. You suck my cock now, as say, a down payment,” he offered, putting on a magnanimous tone of voice. “And when I get you your information, if it’s exactly what you want…then you’ll give me exactly what I want.”

That…was actually quite reasonable, she admitted to herself. Even if she did have to suck his cock now, there was still an incentive for him to do his part and do it well. Though she still didn’t trust him, she believed he would stick to a deal, especially one where in the end he got his dick wet. So, with a deep breath, and a nod, she asked, “Alright. Where do you want to do this? Your place doesn’t have a door, and I don’t feel comfortable taking you back to-”

“Just do it here,” he said, his hand already reaching for his zipper. “Why complicate things?”

“Here? In this dirty alleyway?” she looked around at the damp and litter. “Where anyone could see us?”

“The dumpster will conceal you,” Shawn noted, cocking his head towards a large, green metal bin. “If anyone looks down, I’ll just look like a drunk taking a piss.”

“A drunk, in the middle of the day, taking a piss in the alley next to a police station,” she pointed out, looking again at the exits. “If any of my colleagues see you, they investigate and find me on the end of your dick.”

He fished his cock out of his underwear and held himself, already quite hard and large, in his hand. The detective’s eyes dropped to his member, though it didn’t require her skills to notice how big he was or that a drop of pre-cum had already begun to form at his slit. There was a moment of silence while she stared at it, beginning to feel quite warm, as if she were wearing too many clothes, and he allowed her to look, to take it all in, to imagine her mouth stretching around it, to imagine other holes stretching around it too.

“I’m not going anywhere, so it’s now or never,” he pressured her. “If you refuse, I’ll take it as a rejection of our deal as well.”

Setting aside her pride, Joan McClane dropped to her knees in front of the young man so that his cock was directly before her face. With his hand on the base of his cock he angled it for her as she parted her lips, sliding her mouth over the mushroomed tip, feeling it twitch against her tongue as she passed over his glans. While she began to suckle on his thick cockhead, he brought a hand to her head, entwining his fingers in her hair. He didn’t **** her to blow him faster or harder, but his hand remained there, his grasp just a little too tight, as a reminder, and a warning.

Her mouth wrapped around his shaft as she sank further down his cock, still gently sucking, working her way up to taking more of his cock deeper into her mouth. She was only half-way and it was already beginning to knock against the back of her throat. Unlike the young women Shawn was probably used to, Joan had experience and had sucked her fair share of dicks. Some girls liked to go wild, sucking as hard and as fast as they could, as if it were a sprint to make the man pop. But Joan knew that he’d enjoy it more if she took her time and really made him feel good.

Though, she wasn’t quite sure why his pleasure mattered to her. This was a business deal, just a transaction, after all. She wanted something from him, so he wanted a blow job from her. However, this was just the down payment. The better she did here, the better he’d assume the final installment would be. ‘If she sucks cock this well, the sex will be amazing’ she could imagine him saying, as she pushed another inch of cock into her mouth. Right, she was doing this to give him an incentive to come back with good information. It had absolutely nothing to do with the biggest cock she’d ever seen stretching her mouth right now.

Pulling back off his cock with a gasp, she replaced her mouth with her hand, spreading her saliva over his member as her fist pumped up and down. Panting, she only took a few seconds to catch her breath, before leaning in again, though this time she didn’t take him in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around his tip, occasionally flicking against his slit. Hearing him groan, she smiled to herself as fresh pre-cum hit her taste buds. She treated it as a victory, a form of rebellion, that she could make him moan, but she was still the one on her knees, sucking his cock.

Moving her mouth down from his tip, she lapped at the root of his cock, where his heavy balls hung from his shaft, while bringing her hand up to the head and jacking him off. Part of her hoped that she could make him cum early and bring this to a quick close, but she was unaware that Shawn's dick had already been sucked once that day, so she wasn’t going to get out that easily. But part of her hoped he didn’t anyway. She told herself that this would be the only time she’d ever suck this bastard’s cock, which meant she’d probably never have a dick this size in her mouth again. Part of her, the part she refused to admit, wanted to savor it.

Pressing her tongue flat against the underside of his dick, she slid up his entire length in one single lick, lifting her eyes up to look into his as she opened her mouth and swallowed his head again. He was grinning, enjoying watching the detective **** herself by sucking his dick almost as much as the actual blowjob itself. And it made her feel so much dirtier just making eye contact with him while she took this criminal’s cock deep until it hit the back of her throat.

Yes, he was a criminal. Distribution of indecent images, ****, and only god knows what else that she didn’t even know about, and yet, rather than arresting him, she was on her knees sucking his cock in a dark, damp alleyway, surrounded by a wall and a dumpster. To her right, there was a means to escape, further into the alleyway. If she’d ran before she dropped to her knees, she probably could have made it. But she didn’t want to get away. She wanted his help, and that meant sucking his cock.

So, with renewed motivation, she closed her eyes and began to bob her head, slurping and salivating over the top half of his long dick. It prodded repeatedly at the back of her throat, becoming harder and faster, until she realized, she wasn’t the only one moving. Shawn had begun to buck his hips now too, attempting to push his cock down her throat. She gagged slightly and tried to pull back, trying to breathe, but his hand in her hair held her. There was nothing else for her to do but try and relax as Shawn thrust forward, and his cock head slid into her gullet.

Holding her still for a moment, Shawn allowed his fat tip to stretch out her throat before gently beginning to move back and forth again. Not because he actually cared about whether she could accommodate his cock, of that she was sure, but simply because her throat was so tight that he had to work his cock in bit by bit, inch by inch, relying on her drool to lubricate the passage. He pulled back, his cockhead sliding back into her mouth, just enough so she could breathe through her nose for a few seconds before he shoved it back in, adding another inch for good measure.

Surprisingly, it wasn’t all that unpleasant for Joan. The sensation of having her throat stretched by this thick cock was in itself rather erotic. Even more so as the molten heat from his member seemed to radiate out from her esophagus, filling her whole body with a heat that made her weak and light-headed. Or perhaps that was just the lack of air. He pulled back again, and she breathed deep through her nose once more, taking a full whiff of his musky scent right beneath her nostrils. It was then she realized that he’d already gotten off today, the lingering smell of sweat and cum clinging to his cockflesh. She wondered what he’d gotten in exchange that time.

His cock entered her throat again, much easier now that she was expecting it, preparing, almost looking forward to the feeling of her throat being opened to the shape of his member. He bottomed out this time, his balls pressed tight against her chin as his pubic hair tickled her nose. Rather than holding it this time, he pulled back immediately, but not enough so that she could breathe. His cockhead remained in her throat, as he thrust forward, fucking the top few inches of his cock deep into her throat.

Gagging and retching, she tried to hold on, tried not to need air as he fucked her throat, making his balls slap against her face with increasing ferocity. He moved her head for her with his tight grip on her hair, pulling her forward as he thrust in, making sure he achieved the maximum, deepest penetration of her tight gullet. Tapping his thigh, she signaled that she needed to breathe but he was undeterred, fucking her faster and faster, his balls smacking against her chin louder and louder, almost echoing between the alleyway walls. Then finally, when she felt that she might actually pass out, he pulled back, completely.

An almighty gasp replaced the slapping sound as Joan’s lungs rapidly filled with air again, sucking in air as fast as she could muster, the sudden burst of oxygen making her feel even more dizzy and light-headed. Drool dribbled over her bottom lip, long gooey threads connecting her mouth to his cockhead still. She gathered it up in her hand and smeared it over his length, feeling it squelch between her fingers, a lewd indication of just how wet her mouth and throat had made his dick. Though she began to jack him off while she caught her breath, it wasn’t enough for Shawn. He wanted back in her throat.

The only warning he gave was when he took his cock from her hand, holding it in his own as he once again aimed for her mouth and bucked forward. She inhaled as the cock sped towards her. This time he slid balls deep into her throat in one smooth motion, so hard her neck was knocked back and he was almost sitting atop her face like a stool. Holding her head still this time, her began fucking her mouth, slamming his cock down and rutting against her face, her nose pressed flat against his stomach.

Again his cock remained in her throat as he fucked her mouth, sliding back right to the edge before being shoved right back into her slimy, tight gullet. Air escaped in little squeaks and gulps, but none went in, his thick cock filling the void. As the smacking of his balls against her chin returned and grew steadily louder, Joan felt the same symptoms of de-oxygenation take over. She grew dizzy and weak, sights and sounds seemed to fade in and out of focus and her body began to retch and quiver, involuntarily trying to **** out the blockage in her throat that Joan did nothing to willingly expel. She didn’t slap his thigh this time, knowing it would be fruitless, instead she held onto his legs and simply hoped he stopped before she actually died.

His cock twitched and throbbed in her throat, though she wasn’t sure if she actually felt that, or if she was imagining it in her breathless delirium. Sliding his cock back, she was sure that she heard him groan and call out ‘Fuck, your throat is good, I’m gonna cum.” Happy that this would all soon be over, it took her a moment to realize that he was not thrusting deep into the throat again as she expected, but rather pulling back, pulling out.

“Wait…” she tried to say, too late. “Don’t…”

Before the second word even left her tongue, the first spurt of Shawn’s load splattered against her open lips, some of it even entering her gasping mouth so that she could taste him. The next streak marked her from head to chin, and filled one of her nostrils so that the musky scent of his unwashed cock was replaced with the heady, potent smell of pure cum. His hand jacked his cock, pumping out another three, four, five ropes of cum, that splattered against her face, congealed in her hair and stained her blouse. He kept stroking himself and cumming until nothing came out but a small, thick, white dribble.

With his other hand still wrapped up in her hair, he pulled her mouth back to his cock, not quite putting it in but wordlessly insisting that she clean up his cock. Sticking out her tongue, she lapped up the drop of cum about to drip from his slit, and then swirled it around, gathering up all the cum outside of his cock and eating it up. With her lips around his glans again, she sucked on his tip, slurping out the dregs of cum still in the barrel until she was certain he was empty and clean.

Chuckling at her obedience, Shawn finally released her hair and stepped back, allowing her to take stock of herself. She looked down at her clothes, smeared in streaks of cum. That wasn’t so bad, since she always carried extra clothes in her car, but, as she looked into a nearby puddle and saw her cum coated face and matted hair, she realized, she was going to have to walk all the way back to into the police station parking lot looking like one of the whores they picked up downtown on a Friday Night.

“I’ll be in touch,” Shawn’s voice cut into her thoughts. “When I’m ready to collect.”