She does, if only to prove a point.

"Put that...thing away!" The cop tries yelling at Bria.

"Ma'am. My 'thing' stands to get a good view of you. No harm in watching." Bria teases.

The cop frantically keeps looking around and trying to shove the door open.

"Besides, a beautiful woman like you, I bet you sleep with plenty of guys." Bria teased.

"You are walking on thin ice." The cop says, still trying to shove her weight against the door, shaking the car.

More than this lady knows, Bria thought. "You know, this 'problem' has one very simple solution," Bria continued.

The Officer Atkins turns to look at Bria. "Are you trying to coerce an officer of the law? I could have you thrown in jail right now." She then resumes attempting to push the door open.

"Your right, except I am not coercing you into anything. I am, however, stating the very obvious," Bria kept up her playful tone. "A bird needs a nest to lay eggs, every hen needs a cock. You understand I cannot put anything away, especially,...well, I am unable to help myself." Bria pulled against her cuffs, the chain rattling gave a faint jingle from behind her. "Unless you enjoy the sight of my hard cock that much."

The cop keeps up her attempts to **** open the door. Eventually, she stops, taking a huge deep breath. For a time, she does not move, but she does end up looking around once more to see if anyone is coming out of the station, only to see no one.

That was the signal for Bria that the gears were turning in her mind, thinking about that hard cock one head turn away, that, or some wicked plan to **** Bria. Bria worked with the former in mind. "We are alone," Bria teased. The cop resumes her futile door opening attempts, but she was giving less effort than before. "I doubt anyone come see us, miss Atkins..."

"Oh, just shut up!" The Miss Atkins shouted.

Another silence. But in that silence, Bria's mind recalled something. Atkins. Atkins... "Your sister is Candace Atkins, isn't it?" Bria said.

In a heart beat, the officer pulled out her tazer and placed it near Bria's neck. "You don't get to mention that name."

"Ah. Well, that does clear things up," Bria interupted. "How is she? Hope the baby is doing well." Bria recalled that night, a lovely teen girl, who shared the officer's likeness, bent over the bed while Bria plowed into her before delivering the goods inside of her. That was four years agom

"What makes you think you have a right to know anything? You left her. With me. I am the one who had to clean up your mess." Atkins pushed the tazer to Bria's neck. The sharp metal poked Bria, but didn't shock her.

"Then why work so hard to catch me? That baby is a part of her life. Maybe she didn't tell you, but she wanted it. Something about parents being nosey and an older sister being a bit of a bitch. Her words, I am serious."

"Not another..."Atkins spoke through her teeth.

Bria resumed. "But let me guess, you were somewhere near us, listening to me give her the most passionate night of her life. Were you touching yourelf? Maybe you wanted a feel for me? I'll admit, getting me locked in the back seat with you is a hell of way to do it."

"There was no passion. You used her." Atkins breathed angrily. "She was bound by tradition to marry before conceiving a child."

"Your sister wanted it," Bria said unprevoked. "She begged for my seed and she was happy to let me walk out. Far as I am concerned, the courts aren't going to put a notch into that 'illicit' practice, tradition or not. I'm sure living up to your parents expectations made you the favorite among them. How did that turn out for you?"

Atkins was forcing herself to click the button on taser, but found herself unable. "Fuck!" She tosses the taser down and sits back against the door, resting her head in her hands, then looking, not at Bria but at the tall tent created by her cock.

After another moment of silence, she unbuttons her blue uniform, revealing her white sports bra, pulling down her shades. Bria was releaved to have the taser away from her, and more eager to see what was about to unfold. "I will make sure you are grounded, permanently, Miss Foster."

Bria looked back into her light blue eyes, chuckling. "Sorry ma'am. There's only one way I live, and that's on the edge."

"Not anymore," Atkins continued. "Unlike my whore of a sister, I have morals. And whether you like or not, your games come to a stop. Now move. I need some room," she points to the center of the seat. Bria complies. She struggles for a time to position herself beneath Bria, but once there, she begins working quickly to suck off Bria's cock. "Your going to cum, and you will never feel another cunt ever again."

"Oh please. Look at you. Quite the skilled mouth you have there." Bria quipped. "Is this what you do to everyone you arrest? I bet you get off to being used by bad boys all the time."

She pulls herself away, massaging and stroking her grip along Bria's cock. "This is your discipline." The cop then resumes sucking her the tip, before lowering herself further down.

"You might act tough, using your mouth to shout commands at others," Bria continued. "But, deep down, you get off to servicing a cock, even if it's a woman's."

The cop looks up, her tempo unchanged as she moves with concise movment. Those sharp eyes peered back at Bria, fierce as ever. But Bria was not intimidated by her looks. To Bria, she appeared adorable, trying to continue her tough play while serving the one she was meant to arrest. Realizing her looks only made Bria smile, Atlins looked back down and focused.

"For a woman of tradition, you have such a skilled mouth," Bria breathed. "I could feel it all day."

The cop sped up her movement, as if proving she can do better. Bria leaned back to the effort of the skillful hand stroking her cock, the other massaging her balls. And of course, the serenity of her moistened lips, sucking up the precum while her tongue glides against Bria's sweet spot.

Bria slowly rocked her hips, the rising tide finally welling in her balls. The cop catches on and strokes her hand faster and faster before several volleys of cum poured out of Bria's cock, the lady swallows up each and every one, with a spare few leaking out between her lips.

"Shit. So much came out?" The cop tries scooping what little she could save and licked it off her fingers. "Still big, huh?" she looked up to see Bria's cock.

Bria could tell the lady was not expecting Bria to be ready for more. "Officer, if you want to put this felon down, you'll need to do more than that..."