Chief McBimboTits, looking aggreived

Your "CIA" companion is currently readjusting the boob-hugging bandolier proudly sporting her name back into place. The skimpy width leaves part of her visibly erect, dark mocha areolas to show on both sides of the blue. Agent Frelling doesn't look bothered by the fact that she is leaving little of her chocolate tits to the imagination. Her countenance is icy, controlled and calmly threatening despite being dressed like an instathot fishing for donations. Even with her perfect, slutty ebony tits almost bared, you'd think twice about looking at her the wrong way. Her tongue casually flicks over her cocksucking lips to collect a stray wad of your off-white jizz. When she swallows the thick, creamy seed, she doesn't even flinch. Yeah, even inside your own, personal Blowjob Universe, you'd think twice about messing with her.

While you admire the chocolate babe of an agent, whoever just called strides past you, reminding you of her presence with enough sway in her hips to hypnotize the whole room. The rhythmic swings of her behind, packaged tightly into her stripper-themed version of a pencil skirt almost have you frothing at the mouth. That strict, bitchy voice did sound familiar for sure - Chief McBlondeSlutBoobs appears in all her furious glory. And she looks just as good from behind as she did from the front. Despite just dumping the record-worthy load all over the butch, huge-titted copazon in front of you for the whole room to see, you feel yourself rapidly getting hard again leering over the perfect MILF butt presented to you like a perverted caveman.

"What the hell is going on? Is this some fucking joke?"

She doesn't sound amused. At all.

"First Penny comes to me saying she got ... urinated on!"

The way she places emphasis emphasis on the fact that you just pissed all over her cute, timid secretary has you snort out loudly behind her back. Smooth.

The stacked blonde interjects a brief pause, looking back with a threatening gaze.

"While carrying a stack of critically important documents concerning the facefucker case!"

For a brief moment, you think blonde milf is threatening you. Then you relax, noticing her piercing blue eyes are looking somewhere behind you. Another figure hurries past you, brown-skinned, delicate and mousy.

"I'm sooory boss"

Penny runs up to her superior's side. Her voice sounds meek and submissive, barely audible over the commotion going on around you. The poor secretary looks like a total mess besides Chief Mc Bimbo-Milf's impeccably dressed figure (you should really write her name down or something). The way she hurriedly looks at you - fear flashing in her eyes, her cute pigtails clumpy and soaked with your piss - has your cock twitch which doesn't really help her confidence. She looks like she has been drenched with water, her blouse clinging to her modest, perky breasts and her hair shines in the room's cold light. She obviously tried to her best to clean herself up, with rather mixed results.

Her boss shakes her head disapprovingly, making it clear that this isn't over yet. The sight of cute little Penny being treated so poorly would inspire some sort of compassion. But not with a lowly, vengeful loser like you. You just grin, enjoying her humiliation. It's fun to let others take the blame for you for once.

"I myself didn't believe the poor girl. You know how personal assistants are in her age! Then on my way here, I see our most prized expert to solving the most pressing crime series this city is facing somersaulting through the air!"

Chief Neils continues, looking you up and down. Her hand unconsciously rubs over her inner thigh, inching upwards as her gaze focuses on your cock for a more than appropriate moment while you stroke yourself, enjoying the profile of her perfect tits, clearly visible with the the overhead lamp's light shining through the thin fabric. She certainly doesn't like to wear bras. Managing to come to her senses, she shakes her head and hurriedly turns back towards Agent Frelling, standing at attention with her chin raised high and her tits even higher.

"With you throwing him around like a ragdoll Agent! On my way here this ... horrible smell hits my nose. Then, once I turn around the corner, I see MY. PRECINCT. in ruins! And there's a cherry on top - one of my toughest street-level officers is beat into a pulp. I haven't her seen that messed up since she joined us! Is that how the CIA works? Is there anything else I missed?"

You barely can keep focus on what she's saying, taking in her mature, stacked body and Frelling's black amazon frame while both women lock eyes. The tension can almost be felt in the air, her cold blue eyes stating the stone-faced Agent dead in the eye. Of course, you're too busy jerking off to really notice. After a tense, stand-offish moment, she finishes off her rant, with an aggressive, accusatory question - raising a long, slender finger with perfectly manicured fingernails towards Agent Choco-Tit's underdressed ebony hardbody:

"How do you suppose I am going to explain all of this to my superiors in the City Hall, Agent?"

Before she can continue pressing on however, the blonde is interrupted by a loud moan. She raises an eyebrow skeptically. Having her standoff interrupted by a crescendo of wet and sloppy sounds and subdued moans coming from somewhere behind really didn't amuse her. Quite the contrary. The screams have been growing louder and it has become impossible to ignore them. Even Agent Frelling breaks off the visual contact, clearly unhappy about the sudden disturbance. Is there some other slut in the room? Was there ... oh ... right! You completely forgot about her. Having a pretty concrete idea about what might be happening, you jump on your toes, grinning like an idiot.

Although the power struggle ahead of you is interrupted for the moment, you aren't really mad like the two power-hungry skanks. Being the total and utter ignoramus that you are, you're not exactly interested in learning about the inter-agency power structures of the Blowjob Universe - only insofar that it concerns learning which one has the dirtiest, cock-pleasing sluts at their disposal. So the decision between watching the power struggles of the whores up front and turning around and watching the depraved scene is an easy one. With all your perverted expectations confirmed, you snort loudly, giving your dick a few jerks.

Chief Mc TitWindow-Gazongas, confused by your laughing fit, focuses on you at first - unsure whether you are laughing about something she said or there's something else going on. Reminded of your presence, she gives you a rather unprofessional rundown with a lusty, leering gaze. Catching you jerk your cock, one of her perfectly manicured hands steadily proceeds towards her proud rack and starts subtly rubbing one of her nipples while the bossy blonde shamelessly watches your hand caress your rapidly hardening meat.

When she finally manages to tear her eyes from your dick, Chief Neils notices it's not her body you admiring in. Remembering the original disruption sounded rather feminine, she follows your gaze. Her hand is still on her tit, when she sees what you are seeing. She gives her nipple one lust rub after a brief moment of shock. A well-trained, scornful look replaces the horny, lip-biting grimace of lust that consumed her just moments ago. Agent Feeling watches sternly from the back. A slight movement of her hand, firmly gripping the uniform strap of her panties and gently pulling the panties back and forth across her labia indicates she's not completely unimpressed by the sight either.

With loud _CLACK_s of her clear stripper platform heels, the Chief's magnificent MILF frame comes into your view. She walks up to the source of the disruption and leans in, bending at her thin, wasp-like waist. In the process, her tits strain her translucent, skin-tight take on an expensive white office blouse up to the max, threatening to unleash a salvo of buttons at whoever happens to be on the unlucky receiving end of her interest. Meanwhile, from the back she treats you with the sight of her spread, long, shapely tanned legs and an ass just barely covered by her dangerously short dress that seems to be more suited to picking up guys in a club than a police station. The heart-shaped stripper ass of her is of the kind that just begs to be slapped hard. Thankfully she keeps the threateningly leering pose for a good few moments so you can eye-fuck the curves of the hard-boiled bossy blonde's body. From the front, "fuming" would be an understatement for how she looks right now. From the back "ass for days" describes her best.

When the slutty, writhing mess she towers over finally notices her presence, Zuka announces in a tense, authoritative tone, that signals abundantly clear she's ready to raise hell:

"Officer Guzz. Get the hell off the D.A. now. I don't know what the hell is going on here, but you rest damn assured that this will have consequences."

To someone who wasn't in the room for the last few minutes, the sight of the raven-haired stripper cop sitting on the Italian DA's face, topless, fucking her with her nightstick while the bitchy tanned bombshell eats out her coochie could perhaps be a bit confusing. To you it's of course clear the wanton slut was probably cock-crazed after you were so unfairly whisked away right before fucking her face into a cum-glazed mess, and let her frustrations out on the Italian butt-slut, but it's nothing if not hilariously amusing. But "amused" is far from how the Chief feels right now:

"Oh, and I take back what I said about the sensitivity training. If you ever get back on the job after this, we'll make you sure you'll be working somewhere without nightsticks."

Startled by her superior's voice, Maxine only comes to her senses slowly from the orgasmic highs she was just announcing with a chorus of whorish moans. To make matters "worse" (for her, not for you), the Italian slut underneath continues munching her pussy loudly, making the cop shudder in pleasure as she tries to hold back while her stacked mature superior scolds her. Guzzler's ripped uniform shirt, already sluttishly skimpy to begin with, completely fails to cover her tits in any functional way and the pre-cum oozing down her toned stomach only adds to the dick-hardening, unabashedly skanky impression. Her cute police hat is discarded on the ground an arm's length away. Coming to her senses, she angrily slaps Cannoli's blissful cunt-eating visage away. Leaping up with athletic grace, she ends up presenting her bared pussy. Tight and inviting. A raven bush neatly trimmed into a miniature version of a rank insignia right above has you thinking the bitch has a public hair tattoo of an arrow pointing into her cunt. "fucking slut", you mutter, jerking off your cock furiously at the sight. Her uniform shorts are still around her ankles, pussy juices are dripping down her inner thighs and strings of saliva connect her cunt it to the Italian's face. The slutty cop is still visibly aroused and replies in half-moaned sentences, not having the presence of mind to pull them up or adjust her top:

"But ... but .. David told me she's under investigation and ... "

"We indeed have reason to suspect she has been compromised. There is also reason to suspect she might have information regarding the Facefucker investigation."

Agent Frelling chimes in, confirming the information with cold, businesslike certainty. The stern ebony woman is still casually rubbing the "CIA" insignia across her pussy.

The Chief nods briefly. Her cold eyes tell that D.A. Canolli will have a quick trial. Her entire posture screams: "nobody challenges my Authority", tits heaving proudly, almost bursting out of the thin white fabric. Her brims with intense, fierce confidence:

"Then we will have her put under arrest and initerrogated. You know just how much we have in store for dirty cops. Bring her down to the solitary cells."

Something about the way she just said "dirty" feels just right. It seems Guzzler is just as happy to see the Italian woman fall as you are, albeit for slightly different reasons.

Chief Neils is less amused than she is. She damn well lets her subordinate feel her wrath:

"Maxine, if you think you will be excused, you are thoroughly mistaken, my dear. You remember what I told you about nightsticks in a suspect's vagina? This is the last time I see you using your equipment instead of those dildos you keep in you locker. You're out."

Chief McStackedBlondeMilf really seems to be in her element. The blonde slut lets all her pent up rage out - and it looks like this time she's serious about kick your raven-haired cum receptacle off the ****. At least until the next time her "special talents" are need. Yeah, yeah. You've seen enough police movies.

But then again - why wait? Something rare happens - you have an idea in your head. That makes two already! Boy, you must be having a good day. Sensing a prime opportunity to truly make her holes yours and claim the alabaster-skinned bitch, you step in, deciding to defuse the situation. Inching forward you slap the Chief's thigh with your cock, making her wince, starting off with what you would consider a "diplomatic" voice. At least, that's how you saw it in movies. In practice, you end up sounding like a pompous idiot:

"Ladies, ladies. No need to get so heated. I know that ass-slut over there works with the ... Spun...kano? crime family"

A shocked rancor spreads through the precinct. All the women in the room look at you with surprise probably not expecting such a level of knowledge and initiative from some mere civilian. You're really living up to your "facefuck expert" credentials. Dozens of smoldering hot bitches are watching your scrawny ass stroke a cock with sudden respect and fascination. Damn, who's getting the hang of that whole diplomacy thing? You are! Even the snooty blonde chief, rubbing the smeared trail of your leftover cum and other juices off her thigh, seems to have developed a sudden interest in you. The blonde milf sizes you up again with a newfound appreciation before inquiring further. Perhaps that's more due to the fact that she wants to enjoy the sight of your rapidly hardening cock again - she vigorously plays with her big knockers - but hey, it's the thought that counts, right?

"The Spunkianos? You think they are connected to the facefucker case?"

The contrast between her serious, almost concerned voice and the sight of her trembling, writhing slutty body has you smile sleazily.

"The underworld works in weird, difficult ways. It's a gut feeling!"

Feeling the eyes of a whole room of hot sluts resting on you, you try to show dominance like the heroes in your favorite movies always did, putting a finger on McBimbo's tit for emphasis. The slutty milf gasps, but doesn't stop you as you pin her manicured hand against the a huge, tanned knocker. You ask provocatively:

"Who is the expert on facefucking, you or me?"

The whorish blonde doesn't seem interested in more than just your cock now. The interjection has definitely sparked her interest. Perhaps the fact that you're groping her tits openly at his point also plays a role. Not satisfied with just a single finger, you grad bot of her fat tits and start molesting her hungrily, ignoring the fact that the entire precinct is watching your perverted actions. Those funbags just feel too nice! Big and impossibly firm, they could give any teen a run for her money. Whether this constitutes insubordination or not, your MILF fuckdoll doesn't seem to mind and her replie comes out with a slight moan:

"Hmmm. It's worth investigating. And we might just be **** enough to give you a chance. So, where do you want to start?"

Your hands are sadistically pinching her slutty nipples through the thin fabric, making her flinch. At just that moment, you drop the bomb with a request:

"I was hoping... Officer Guzzler can help me get started."

Chief Neils moans lightly. It seems your plan wasn't too bad. Bitch really was a slut. Having reality-bending powers might have helped a bit too, but hey.

Enjoying the power your role as an Agent-in-training with the "Cunt Investigation Assessors" entails, you add a comment establishing your intentions quite clearly:

"Of course, I will keep her on a tight leash".

The bitch-cop still stands at attention in all her pale, raven-haired glory the whole time. You give her a sleazy wink. By the time she notices (she was looking suspiciously low) and shoots back a look of pure hatred, you're already back at work pinching her superior's tits. Way to establish dominance.

Seeing that Chief McBimboTits is currently a bit distracted and not quite fit to reply, Agent Frelling steps in, apparently getting impatient with what she perceives as pointless bickering. The cum drying on her chocolate skin clearly shows she prefers a more hands-on approach:

"If David needs her, we will enlist Officer Guzz for the time being. Perhaps we can have a productive relationship with her after all."

The Chief, once again having her authority subdued, trembles while you alternate between slapping, pinching and groping as you **** her tits. She tries to protest through a reply full of venom, but it ends up sounding half-moaned instead:

"Oh ... suuuure... thanks for asking"

Soon, the bossy blonde's proud, high cheeks are aflush with color. The Chief visibly struggles to subdue a moan while you play with her excellent pair of tits. They certainly make for a nice stress relief toy. Penny, still scared and trembling, peeks in from behind her. You give her a sleazy smile that has the poor girl recoil back with a ****, bitter caricature of a polite grin.

You make a mental note to spend some more one-on-one quality time with the Chief later. Hell, why not get Penny to help again? Thinking of all the possibilities, you lose track for a moment, you finally let go of the the prodigious rack just to start masturbating furiously again. Chief Neils tenses up visibly, and the way she bites her lip clearly shows she was on the brink of cumming after being groped by a razor-thin, fat-cocked scrub (you). She grinds her hips like a pornstar and continues to rub her hands across her body, the two peaks poking through the thin, silky fabric of her tit-baring blouse clearly indicating just how much she enjoyed her treatment.

You'd probably enjoy it, but currently there are other sluts to fuck, and you can not focus on more than one at a time in your current, erect state. Giving your cock a serious of angry jerks, you are already fully preoccupied by looking at Guzzler's fucktoy body. Your new fucktoy. Letting your horny, salivating gaze take in each cock-hardening inch of her perfect alabaster skin, her ample curves, delectable nipples and gushing pussy, you stroke yourself to full mast. You are going to have so much fun, alright. Partner? She won't be your partner anymore. She's gonna be your slut. And judging by the hateful glare she gives you, she feels it too. However, underneath her hate-filled gaze, you feel something else. Lust, hunger perhaps? Oh, you'll make sure to find out. You are going to turn her pussy inside out if it takes that. Your thick jizz will clog all her holes if need be. Police work is definitely your thing.

Putting some swagger into your stride, you end up looking like a pallid clown as you take a step towards Guzzler, and slap a hand onto her sporty, toned butt with a loud SMACK. Your ebony liaison sizes you up, stoic and unreadable as always. Her voice is cold and authoritative as usual, despite the sizeable creamy clump of your thick, creamy white cum still clinging to the corner of her full dark lips: