I take him orally, here and now

"My dear Aunt Sophie did train me well indeed, sir!" I tell the patrol officer as I kneel before him, naked in the night. The stones are jabbing at the delicate skin of my knees, but I don't care. This officer of the law has thrown down a challenge, and I am only too happy to bring the thing to fruition.

Silently, I remove his calloused hand from the cheek it is stroking and bring the index finger to my pouty lips. I suck wantonly at it as I look up to him, giving him a preview of what the big guy tenting his slacks is in store for.

I work my way from one finger to another, expertly manipulating my lips, as well as my tongue, on his thick-knuckled digits.

"Aw, yes, that's good!" he praises. "Now why don't we get started on the real thing, you little tart!"

I watch him wrangle the nearly erect cock of his from his uniform trousers and present it to me. So close to the pre-lube spitting head, his cock looks like a cobra ready to strike as it wobbles slowly back and forth before me, as if trying to hypnotize.

I grasp the quivering cop prick at the base and let him see me stick three fingers of my empty hand into the still-gooey slot of my bald pussy. I smile at him as I pull them out and use them to stroke his cockstalk. The co-mingled cum and pussyjuice allows his hot shaft to slip easily between my fingers as I shuck the now shiny skin back and forth, back and forth. The hand formerly at the base of his sex tool is now tenderly massaging the dangling scumbags below as I dip my head forward and give the leaking cockhead a little kiss. While I keep raining kisses on the plum-colored head, the index finger fondling his balls slips into his bumhole. I feel both his sphincter and ballsac tighten at that maneuver and give him a little grin.

"Oh, yes! Do it like that, you backalley trollop!" he coos to me in a low voice.

I really do have him in the palm of my hand, figuratively and literally.

My pouty lips open wide and I close them around the base of his cockhead, rimming my little pink tongue around the sensitive glans' crown.

"Oh, you sweet little cocksucker, you!" the patrolman praises, bringing his big hand to the back of my head and petting my flaxen hair. I can also feel him ever so gently push his hand against the back of my head, urging me forward onto his cockstaff.

I really need no ****, I'm only too happy to suck more of him between my working cheeks. In fact, I keep going further and further, until my pert nose is nestled in his wiry cockhair. It's hard to breathe through my nose now, but I manage, my throat now clogged with the policeman's cockmeat.

I work my throat muscles now as well in my effort to pull the sweet cum from his balls. I hum a little tune, my vocal cords vibrating against his pecker.

"Oh, God! That feels so good! You are your Auntie's niece! Almost there!" he growls in delight.

I bob quickly up and down his shaft at this news, and jab all of my long finger up his anus, rubbing his prostate.

"Awwwgggh!!" the cop cries inside the car as I feel his balls pull up and empty, the prick inside my mouth lurching before it spills all it's creamy seed over my tongue and down my throat.

"I'll let you off with a warning this time," the cop tells me, still breathing hard as he tries to regain his composure after his cum.

"Thank you, officer," I answer with a smile after I pop my mouth off of his shrinking prick, the skin now sucked squeaky clean.

Just then his radio comes alive.

"Damn, I hafta go! Get back!" he tells me, tucking his cock back in his pants and zipping up before he slips his legs back under the steering wheel.

I stand back, against the garden wall, and give a little wave as the colored lights come to life and he motors down the alleyway, kicking up the small stones with the tires.

I nearly jump out of my skin when I feel a finger tap me on the shoulder from behind. I turn to discover..