Fuck the cop

You get out of Cindy's old hatchback beside the police car and try the door beside the catatonic blonde officer. Its locked. Of course. You go round the other side and although it is too, the window is halfway down. Great! You reach in at a stretch and get the keys from the ignition. A quick beep of the buttons and the doors are unlocked, the drivers door open and you're in, sitting behind the wheel, beside, you look at the badge above the pocket on her short sleeved navy police shirt, Officer Muriel Wisniewski. My but she had quite large jugs. You reach over and give them a fumble through the shirt. Wow. She was fit, maybe 30 years old, but what was that? an E? F? something like that anyway. She continued to stare straight ahead through the windscreen as her tits were manipulated.

You feel like some mischief, and sit back down. "Wake".

She turns and stares at you. "What? Where's Davis. Who are you?" then composes herself a little. "Sir. I need to ask you to get out of the car right now".

You see her hand drop to the utility belt around her waist and wonder what she thought she needed in this situation. "Sleep". She freezes in the familiar mannequin manner. You undo her seatbelt, then pushing her back into her seat so that you can get to her waist, you remove her belt with all of the attachments: radio; flashlight; gun; taser; handcuffs; baton and throw them all down into your footwell. "Wake", you say with a grin.

Her hand flaps at her waist, looking for one or more of the missing items. "What?"

"Sleep." Lets have a look at those beauties. Now the shirt gets unbuttoned and the breasts hauled over the top of a well underwired white bra. Phenomenal, especially compared to Cindy's little dumplings from the night before. "Wake"

"What?" she repeats "how did you?" Get your hands off me. She squeals. She slaps a button on the dashboard where most cars would have a music console, "This is unit XT45 requesting backup, over".

"Sleep". Now you get her back out of the car and shuffle her round to the bonnet, pulling her uniform off her. She's tall. As tall as you, even in sensible police shoes. You unbutton and pull the unflattering navy police trousers down, and then remove everything apart from the bra. Its providing a useful function holding her big tits up to attention. They look good like that, hanging out the top. You dump her on the hood and open her legs. Oh yeah. Bald as a cue ball. You jump on and lose yourself in wild physical fucking for a while then as you cum inside her, you say "Wake".

Her eyes bulge and she flaps her arms in panic. "Help!!!"

"Sleep". You continue to slide around inside her revelling in her warm pussy.

Eventually you withdraw and suddenly find that once again you're getting overcome with fatigue.

Its almost all you can do to get back round to the car door and climb in before you pass out.

This doesn't feel .... right....