You have an incident with the "law"

The route to Carrie's apartment building is fortunately a lot shorter than your usual commute home, so by 5:15 p.m. you're pulling into the visitor's lot at her complex and heading up the elevator to her apartment. As you walk up to her front door you realize that you do not yet have a key to her apartment, so you resolve to ask for a key of your own sometime soon. Having no option to let yourself in, you firmly knock on the door twice.

And like a succubus from the depths of hell, your girlfriend opens the door and appears in front of you. Your gaze hungrily roams over her scantily clad body, eager to remind her of the man she fell in love with. Today, Carrie chose to dress up in a fetishized version of a police officer, with black thigh high stripper boots being just the start of the absurdity. Her dark blue top was of the knotted crop variety, exposing the vast majority of her perky C-cup breasts and making evident that your girlfriend was wearing no bra. Her short shorts are pitch black, and from your vantage point don't even cover the swell of her ass adequately.

"Hello officer. How can I help you?" you ask, seamlessly slipping into the role play. Carrie and you had done this many a time, with her dressing up in absurdly pornographic outfits and effortlessly seducing you.

"Are you John Doe, sir?" Carrie asks, still playing the role of a professional officer of the law.

"Yes ma'am. Can I ask why you are at my girlfriends apartment?"

"I suppose so. The last time you were here multiple neighbors filed a noise complaint against her for being loud late at night."

"Well, I don't understand how that could be true. We haven't had any parties or played any loud music late at night at all recently."

"The reports said that your girlfriend was screaming in ecstasy, loudly and repeatedly."

"I suppose that might be true," you admit. "But why do you need to talk to me for that?"

"Your girlfriend claims that, quote, no reasonable women could avoid being loud when fucked by a stud like my boyfriend, close quote."

"I can neither confirm nor deny that fact."

"Then your girlfriend is going to have to pay a hefty fine for disturbing the peace, as well as getting kicked out of her apartment for violating the terms of her lease."

"Oh no. Is there anything I can do to prevent that?" you ask, fully leaning into the cheesy porno talk.

"Well," Officer Carrie says, skimming her eyes over your body in appraisal. "I suppose if you really were as impressive as your girlfriend claimed, she might have some sort of claim of innocence."

"Oh. I think I can help with that." You take Carrie's hand and lead her back into her apartment and towards the bedroom. Once there, you quickly strip down and sit down at the edge of bed, eager to see how Carrie will proceed, and she doesn't disappoint.

Your loving girlfriend walks up to you and in one swift motion sits down on your lap. She takes your head into her hands, slowly the massaging your temples before gently leading your face into her cleavage. Whilst she is doing so, she slowly grinds her ass into your crotch, undulating up and down and coaxing your penis into erecting.

As soon as your bulge is unmistakable through your work pants, Carrie takes her dainty right hand, sets on your shoulder, and then slowly pushes you back onto the bed. You easily accept her direction, and before you know it Carrie is fiddling with your belt, eager to see your cock once more.

"Now," Officer Carrie says, pitching her voice slightly so that it's apparent that she's still in the role play. "Let's see what kind of dick would make your girlfriend unable to help but screaming her lungs out every time it fucks her pussy." Unzipping you, she yanks down your underwear and pants in one go, then gives a gasp as your cock pops up.

You always loved Carrie's facial expressions in bed, and the wide eyed gawk look at your cock is no different. Obviously, she's seen your cock before but the acting of cock shock in her demeanor arouses you immensely. Feeling inspired by your girlfriend's role play, you decide to ramp it up yourself.

"C'mon, get to it and start blowing me. I hope you're better at oral than my girlfriend; she can barely get half of me in her mouth."

Carrie shudders for a half second, and you think she's getting off on the humiliation that you're directing at her actual persona. But ever the connoisseur of role play, she quickly returns to being a police officer, slowly grasping your cock.

"I mean, who could blame her," Officer Carrie mutters, holding your dick in her hand and not managing to encircle it with her fingers. "You've got a cock that's practically the girth of a soda can, and your length is also quite impressive." In response, your raise a single eyebrow, challenging her sexual expertise, and she takes your penis head into her mouth, tonguing the tip and starting a blow job.

After a few minutes of your dick in Carrie's mouth, and with her emphasizing her gag reflex by shoving it down her throat, you feel ready for the next step. You pull her off your cock and motion for her to get up on the bed.

"Officer, get your ass on the bed and your cunt ready. It's time to commit a noise violation."

Officer Carrie nods, moving to strip off her impractically tight dark short shorts. After a couple of difficult moments struggling to get shorts past the curve of her ass, she's soon bottomless, crouching on her hands and knees, prepared for doggy style. You sidle on up to her and tease her slit for a moment. Finding her wet and ready for you, you thrust into her.

Carrie moans in pleasure as you bottom out, and you relish the feeling of your dick being where it belongs. Wanting to set up a two-pronged attack, you decide to push Carrie into the bed by grabbing her arms, and pinning them to the small of her back. You then press down so that Carrie has **** but to smush her tits into the bedding. While your left hand is occupied holding your girlfriend in position, you wet your right thumb and slowly insert it in her anus. With a little finessing, you fit its entirety in there.

Taking the verbal offensive, you speak to Officer Carrie, "God damn you have a tight pussy. And so damn wet too. I bet you haven't been this turned on in quite some time." In response, Officer Carrie just slowly nods and moans as you continue to pound her roughly.

What follows next is a fairly standard sex session between you and Carrie, though Carrie does throw in a few phrases to indicate that she's still in character as an officer. Things like "I didn't know sex could be this good" or "I know why the neighbors complained about the two of you." In totality, it serves to make you feel like on top of the world, and you know that Carries loves giving you that feeling.

After Carrie's second orgasm, this time by removing your thumb from her ass and diddling her clit, you feel the urge to cum. "Officer..." you say, slightly out of breath from the rigors of sexual intercourse. "I'm about to cum. Where do you want it, slut?"

"Inside. Fucking deep inside. Creampie me like the fucking whore I am."

And since you always try to listen to your sexual partners, you comply, shooting your cum inside her pussy. You pull out and before you can find something to wipe the two of you clean, Officer Carrie has turned around and started sucking your dick. After about a minute of cleaning up, she pulls off, satisfied at the job.

"Well," Officer Carrie says as she stands up and grabs both her underwear and pitiful excuse for pants. "I think your girlfriend is going to be fine. No reasonable women could keep quiet with a stud like you fucking her. And don't worry, I'll note that those neighbors calling 911 on you as being unreliable, so any future calls by them won't be taken seriously." From there, she just blushes and quickly departs.

You wait for Carrie to return, but when doesn't come back immediately, you decide to get started on cleaning up. Just when you're about to go looking for her, she returns, this time without the police get up, rather, she was wearing her casual look, which was basically tight blue jeans, a plain blouse, and sensible flats.

"So," your girlfriend asks. "How was my performance?"

"Exemplary," you reply, definitely meaning it. Your girlfriend had the talent to effortlessly immerse herself in any role play, and this occasion was no different.

"Wonderful," Carrie remarks while curtsying. "Because we have a can't miss appointment at the finest tailor in the city." You move to ask about what she found about Helen, but Carrie waves you off, "Don't worry, we'll discuss our plan for seducing Helen in the meantime. You ready to look like a new man?"