To Protect and Serve

You're not ready to confront the consequences of your actions with Blaine, his sister, and girlfriend just yet. Instead you continue walking walking aimlessly through the bustling neighborhood, looking for anything else to occupy your mind. It isn't long before something catches your attention: a police cruiser parked on the side of the road, its lights flashing ominously.

A cop, a young woman, gets out of the car, her eyes scanning the area, before landing on you.

You feel a knot tighten in your stomach as she approaches you with her weapon drawn, her eyes locked on yours. Her hand grips the gun tightly, sweat glistening across her brow.

"You! What's your name?" she demands.

Caught off guard, you instinctively reply, "Clay."

"Well, Clay, you match the description of a criminal we've been looking for in this area," she says sternly, stepping closer to you. "I'm going to have to ask that you come with me."

You swallow hard, your heart pounding in your chest. "Look, ma'am," you begin, trying to keep your voice steady. "There's been some kind of mistake. I'm not the person you're looking for."

"That's Officer Green, not ma'am, " she cuts in derisively. You notice now that she's young, for a cop. Probably just out of the academy.

As you attempt to reason with her, it becomes apparent that Officer Green isn't interested in listening. Her expression hardens, eyes narrowing as she steps closer.

"I don't care who the fuck you think you are, Clay," she sneers. "You're coming with me."

As her aggressive words hang heavy between you, and you start to feel a stirring in your groin. Not arousal—not yet. Just power.

You take a step back, trying to defuse the situation without escalating it further.

"Not another move, punk" she growls, her grip on the gun tightening, but absently her other hands is fiddling with the buttons on her uniform. The situation seems to be spinning out of control. Her eyes lock onto yours with an intensity that is almost unsettling, and you can see the determination etched in every line of her face.

As you stand there, eyes locked in a silent standoff with this young cop, something in her expression suddenly changes.

"I... think I might have made a mistake," she stammers, her voice wavering slightly, as she lowers her gun. Her eyes are locked onto your crotch and you can see the lust building up within them.

"What?" You ask, confusion clear in your tone.

"I was wrong," she mumbles again, her voice almost a whisper now. Her gaze hasn't wavered from your waist, but there's something different in it - an intensity that seems to border on obsession.

"Alright, Officer," you say firmly, as you realize the situation has changed dramatically. "Let's start by addressing each other properly."

Her eyes dart up for just a moment before settling back on their downward trajectory. "Clay?" she starts, but then notices your scowl. "S... sir?" she stammers nervously.

"That's better," you respond sternly. "Now, I think it would be best if we discuss what happened here today."

Officer Green nods silently, her green eyes still locked onto your crotch in a way that is anything but professional.

"You'll look me in the eye when I'm addressing you," you tell her sternly.

You can see from the sudden flush that rises in her cheeks that she's embarrassed for being caught staring at your admittedly growing bulge.

"I was just doing my job," she says nervously.

"Did you feel in control? Powerful? Pointing a gun at an unarmed man?" you demand.

"Yes... I mean no, I just..." She stammers out the words in almost a whisper.

"You just need to learn a lesson about control," you finish for her. "Well then," you say, trying to plan your next move, "I think it might be best if we move to a more private location."

Without waiting for her response, you lead her down the alleyway next to the police cruiser. You find a shadowy corner that should serve your purposes well.

Upon reaching your chosen spot, you turn around and face Officer Green once again. She seems both nervous and intrigued by the new circumstances.

"Officer Green," you begin sternly. "We're going to have a little... chat."

"I don't know what happened earlier..." She starts, but then catches herself quickly. "But I think... I need you."

"Are you trying to bribe me?" You demand, even though you can feel the same desire bubbling inside yourself.

"I don't know... I just need your cock," she whispers softly, her eyes fixed firmly on yours. Her green irises seem almost glowing in the dim light of the alleyway.

"Bribery and solicitation?" you ask, your tone serious, despite the absurdity of the situation. "What do you think the punishment should be for that?"

Officer Green flinches at your words but remains silent. Slowly she strips out of her uniform entirely, exposing a pale, but toned body and a perfectly round pair of breasts, painted with the occasional freckle. Fishing through her things on the ground, she then pulls out her handcuffs and offers them to you.

Examining the handcuffs and her outstretched, you instead grab her rouughly and turn her around, securing the metal bracelets around her wrists behind her back with a clink.

"Now... tell me why you pulled that gun on me earlier."

Her voice quivers in response: "I thought... I just needed something to prove myself, sir."

"Very well, you want to prove yourself? I have a task for you then," you say, as you unzip your pants and pull out your dick. Despite only being partially aroused, it's already as thick as her forearm

As the reality of this situation sets in, a slow smile spreads across Officer Green's face as she stares at your cock with awe.

"Fuck me... sir?" she whispers urgently, almost pleadingly.

"You're not in charge here, remember?" you remind her placing your hands on her bare shoulders and forcing her to her knees. As you push your cock against her mouth, you finish, "And I'm the one giving orders."

Her eyes widen slightly at your command but she doesn't resist; instead she leans forward eagerly, wrapping her lips around your member while moaning softly into the night air.

You groan as her tongue traces along the shaft of your erection. With her hands cuffed behind her, it's up to you to set the pace. You entwine your fingers in her red ponytail and begin pumping into her throat. Her eyes lock onto yours, filled with a mixture of lust and submission.

"Is this what you wanted?" you growl, but the only response is the "Gluck, gluck, gluck," of your pelvis slapping against her lips.

Your own need is growing rapidly; she's making it hard to maintain control. Officer Green seems **** for more than just your cock in her mouth. She squirms on her knees, and she seems to desperately regret her decision to bind her hands.

"This isn't about your pleasure," you remind her harshly as you pull back, freeing her momentarily from the grip of your erection. "It's about obeying orders."

Officer Green swallows hard, her eyes never leaving yours.

"Understood, sir," she whispers, still panting and clearly affected by the experience.

You grab a hold of her ponytail again, pulling it back until she's in an even more submissive position with her neck exposed. This time, you're not going to make this easy on her.

You thrust into her mouth with a renewed vigor, her eyes lock onto yours once more. Her bound hands tug against their restraints as she gags in response to each thrust.

"Still feel tough, Officer?" you ask again, not giving her any chance to respond as you mercilessly fuck her throat.

Her face is flushed, tears are streaming down her cheeks and the muffled cries of pleasure-pain continue to escape her lips. But still, she remains obedient. Even in this state, she continues swallowing every inch of your cock with gusto.

"Fuck!" She manages to say through a mouthful of spit and pre-cum. Your heart races as you gaze into those green eyes filled with lust and submission.

"You want more, don't you?" You sneer, as you push back into her mouth

Officer Green's only response is to open widely again, eagerly accepting every inch of you inside her throat.

You watch intently as your cock disappears between her lips once more. She tries to keep up with your rhythm, but she can barely manage the intensity of your thrusts. Yet despite everything, Officer Green continues to look at you with a mixture of pain and lust that only serves to intensify the experience.

With a final powerful thrust, and no warning for the submissive officer, you let loose, filling her throat with what feels like gallons of cum. Her face is a mask of pure ecstasy, her cheeks bulging as she tries to accommodate your climax. It's clear that she's never experienced anything quite like this before.

As your erection starts to soften, you pull out of her mouth. Officer Green remains kneeling on the cold ground, coughing, and gagging, but eager not to let any of your cum escape. With tears streaming down her flushed cheeks, she licks as much excess cum from her chin as she can. She swallows hard several times and then looks up at you.

"Thank you... sir," she murmurs softly, her voice hoarse from the intense encounter.

You simply nod, temporarily freed from your demonic lust, as you take in the defeated Officer Green, her once stern face, now sloppy with a mixture of her tears, her makeup, and your cum.

Silently, you grab her by the arm and gently yank her to her feet. You retrieve her keys from her pocket and unlock her wrists, as quickly as you can.

As you start to turn away from the humbled Officer Green, ready to leave the alleyway behind you, you feel her hand on your arm, catching you by surprise. Her green eyes are full of gratitude and desire as she looks up at you.

"Wait," she says softly, her voice still hoarse from earlier. She pulls a business card from her pocket and hands it to you.

"It's got my name and number...in case you need to contact me," She looks down, then back up again, struggling to meeting your gaze with an almost comical shyness for someone who covered in your cum. "Please... Sir."

You take the card, glancing at her name: "Officer Jennifer Green." Your brow furrows slightly as you place the card in your pocket. With a a node of acknowledgement, you turn and leave Officer Green behind, the alley still lit by the strobing red and blue of her patrol lights.