Officer Guzz protests

Seeing her two stern and dominant superiors casually permit you to facefuck one of their innocent, inexperienced assistants into a ruined jizz-covered mess visibly irritates Officer Guzz and she momentarily loses her aggressive fervour. If you were any smarter, you would have read the half-smirk on her stark red pillowy lips as understated silent appreciation, certainly not for you rather underwhelming physical form, but for the total annihilation wreaked upon Penny's poor virginal throat.

Granting you a minimal amount of respect, this time she doesn't immediately overwhelm your pathetically small ego with a verbal barrage. Instead, she turns her impressively sexy frame towards her boss, giving you ample time to appreciate her perfectly sculpted curves.

The Chief effortlessly manages to look dominant and self-assured despite the rather degrading circumstances of her assistant sprawled across the floor. Looking bossy behind her impressively large mahogany desk, she seems to pay no attention to the primal smell of sex slowly flooding the room.

Located centrally on the massive, impeccably polished surface, even you can't miss a large gold desk plate that proudly reads: “Chief Inspector Zuka Neils, Throat Scene Investigation’’. Thinking she’s definitely found the right guy, you stupidly chuckle to yourself. You’re something of a throat investigator yourself after all.

Her high leather chair looks straight up like something transported from a moody detective show you watched recently but cannot quite put the name on. Turns out watching so much TV was good for something after all, even if all that remained in your head is a vague and washed memory.

A perverted grin grows on your face as you remember how this commanding blonde, has just matter-of-factly ordered one of her assistants to her office to suck your smelly cock. Not only that, but she visibly enjoyed seeing your cock ravaging the poor girl’s face.

Despite her looking rather refined and classy once again, with her blonde braid giving her and extra air of smartness, you can't help but remember the skilful tips Zuka just gave to Penny about worshipping your cock like a proper mature whore.

A particularly impressive feat of your detective skills helps you figure she would probably be an awesome slut to cram your cock into. However, for the moment you are content with letting things play out as they come, enjoying the casual perversion of catwalk-worthy sluts parading around in high-end lingerie masquerading as work-wear and unflinchingly suggesting sucking your revolting dick as easily as asking you to sign a paper for them.

As a matter of fact, before BJU you wouldn’t even have dared to look at women of the Chief’s calibre for longer than a few seconds. Perhaps with reason, as the few really hot women you ever had the "pleasure" to interact with let you feel how much they detest the minimal amounts of social interaction they were compelled to have with you.

Far too often they noticed your badly concealed stares on their far-out-your league bodies and made a scene that. Unable to stop being a total pervert, you had to leave an embarrassing amount of jobs as a result.

Openly leering at the huge expanse of tit-flesh presented by the far-out-of-your-league Chief’s semi-transparent white blouse while sitting naked on her expensive-looking leather office couch with you dick flopping on it openly feels like a dream you never even dared to have.

Covered in a cocktail of strands of phlegm mixed with cum, spit, and touches of Penny’s understated mascara and pink lipstick, the hunk of meat between your legs leaves smelly pinkish-white markings every time it twitches as it rapidly regains it’s virile energy while you bask in the hotness of the whole situation.

Pleasantly surprised, you take notice of the fact that your cock has apparently grown in size. Or at least has almost stopped shrinking when going soft. While still covered in a shell of foreskin that leaves almost only the slit visible in it’s current, spent state, it now is almost as large as you remember your quite average tool being fully erect before. A vague thought to thank the white horse guy the next time you see him flashes in your mind.

Even though he managed to get into your head what the main purpose of this universe is, given your reasoning skills it would still take him quite a while to work you through all the nooks and crannies of that whole “will it and it becomes reality” thing…

Watching you stretch your hairy ass on the messy couch, the raven-haired cop-slut finally speaks up in a no-bullshit, determined tone of voice. Obviously forcing herself not to look in your direction, she assumes an almost military posture, her impressive tits proudly thrust out, sarcastic deadpan demeanour gone:

"Chief Nails, with all due respect - as an experienced policewoman, with good connections to the local underworld, there is more I can contribute dealing with the rogue throat-fucker out in the streets, instead of wasting my time working in the Office with ... David", adding a slight, annoyed pause before your name. As she almost smirks, you consider ripping apart her “uniform” top and lodging your cock into her face right then and there, but the scolding look she throws you immediately makes you reconsider:

"... I doubt there will be much he can contribute in the coming weeks to this investigation while the hideous throat-fucker continues to dump his loads into their stomachs unchecked".

Keeping up her defiant pose, you notice she has turned to your, her gaze directed far below eye level, as if throwing a challenge not only to you but to the thick uncut cock that had just dumped about a gallon of spunk down Penny's throat for good measure.

She continues her monologue, reminiscent of the “character drama” of the endless police periodicals you used to mindlessly gobble up after yet another day at your dead-end job. Only that the sidelined actresses in those wore boring police attire instead of the cropped “uniform shirt” that barely manages to keep the valley of the police slut’s massive tits together.

Hell, even with full cocksucker lips and an amount of alabaster skin on display that would put strippers to shame, she still somehow manages to look strikingly defiant and unapproachable. That level of acting is more deserving of an Oscar-nominated masterpiece given your current state of cock-crazed stupor. Of course, all her effort does not prevent you from still want to fuck her throat hard.

The only thing holding you back is the desire to play with her for a bit to see how the whole thing develops. Only after having just released a bucket-load of cum, you are able to pull off this almost divine act of abstinence. Nothing stops you from staring at her body though, and you feel the girthy lump of meat between your legs stir in no time.

Noticing you shamelessly eye-fucking her tits and sneering at your slowly hardening cock in response, she continues:

"... while I do think, that ... Mr. David, does have the ... tools needed for the job, his methods ..."

her gaze now wandering to Penny after that **** admission, who just in this moment starts stirring back to consciousness and violently coughs up a sizeable stream of unidentifiable white liquid on the carpet floor:

"... are quite questionable, and I do think ..."

She continues, now looking at the pool of moisture forming around Penny and the strands of phlegm slowly running down the pristine leather of the couch where her head was previously lodged.

"... he might need some additional preparation before we can let him loose on a criminal. I realize the rogue throat-fucker has turned too many of the fine women of this town into cum-guzzling sluts.

Hell – that bastard has brutally **** my partner’s throat and filled her bowels with his de.. disgusting cum, for fuck’s sake. But David here desperately needs some training before we can let him out on the streets. He just won't make it. The street sluts are going crazy right now, fucking everything that moves into their turf, and we can’t risk getting a rookie coc … cop out in the streets. He’ll be just a walking target for their pussies.".

Her voice continually rises towards the end of her speech, and you almost buy her concern for your genitals, had Maxine’s tongue not slipped, giving your perverted mind some suspicions about the nature of the "training" she has in mind.

Amused by her attempt to present herself as concerned for your “well-being” (cumming continuously as a group of gangbanging sluts goes down on you might wear you out, after all) after she had just threatened to crush your balls with her perfectly manicured hand a few minutes earlier, the wheels in your mind keep turning as you try to figure out a witty and innuendo-filled response. Their comically slow speed being the reason for you not getting far in life, you just keep grinning perversely at the bombshell before you for far too long.

Almost unconsciously, you started stroking your half-erect cock very slowly at some point of her speech. Finally, with cum and a disgusting mixture of phlegm, make-up and jizzum dripping off your slowly emerging cockhead, you settle on a sufficiently “witty” response:

“Helping the women of this city? Bitch, you look like you’re looking to take 10 cocks up your ass and taking their cum with a happy smile . Better leave the investigation to someone with an actual monster cock. I’ve just jizzed deep down into this slut’s here throat so hard, she passed out - you think I’m afraid of some of your cock-crazed ghetto bitches? Hell, keep it up and you’ll be the first I’ll cram my dick into."

As you finish, you yourself start feeling you might have overdone it. The officer's plushy lips form a menacing frown and without saying a word she starts slowly strutting towards you.

Despite her aggressive stance, you can't help but notice how she wouldn't look out of place on one of those fancy-pants model catwalks you’ve sometimes seen on TV right now, each step of her high-heeled boots sending an audible click through the room and her sizeable boobs jiggling with each step.

She looks pissed off. And hot as fuck.