Officer Laney reporting for duty

Chapter 6

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Six Bravo Nine, be advised, Code Two, to Dempsey Park at Wellington, for a six-four-seven-Alpha."

The call from dispatch buzzed in over the rhythmic schlock-schlock-schlock sound that was filling the cab. Officer Sharpe was too busy moaning and enjoying the blowjob to respond, an observation that made Elana Reynolds feel even hornier. Something about having her tits out and blowing a cop in his cruiser really did it for her. It really was too bad that he lasted about as long as a porcupine's waterbed, because she would have happily mounted him and made both of their days. Whatever, at least it meant that she didn't have to take too much time out of her day to ensure he'd keep looking the other way. The cruiser was parked in a rather secluded alley not far from her usual stomping grounds, so it wouldn't take her long to walk back, after she got dressed of course. She was naked except for a white satin thong and black go-go boots, the hot and humid air in the cruiser stuck to her bare skin.

"Oh, fuck..." he groaned. Elana felt his body stiffen and his fingers dig into her dark brown hair. She knew what was coming. She backed her mouth up until just the head was in her mouth and let her hands take over on his long shaft, furiously jacking him off as her tongue swirled around his fleshy tip. His hips rose and she felt his cock strain. Spurts of his thick cum splashed inside her mouth and she greedily swallowed it down. When his cock stopped spasming and she felt him sigh in relief, Elana milked the last few drops of his cum and pulled off with an audible pop.

Sitting up, she pulled down the visor to start fixing her makeup. She applied a dark burgundy lipstick to replace what she had left on his cock.

"Goddamn, Laney. You've got a magic mouth. That's exactly what I needed today," Officer Sharpe muttered while he tucked his deflating dick back into his boxers.

"Hey! That's Officer Laney to you!" exclaimed Elana, shutting the visor and grabbing her dark blue dress from the dashboard. She fished out the plastic police badge affixed to it and showed it to him with a smirk.

"Oh, right, you're playing 'Police' today," he grinned sleepily, "I'm sure that wasn't at all related to our appointment for my payment."

Elana grinned. "Maybe a little. I like it though. Think I'm going to use it to keep unsavoury types off my turf."

The radio buzzed in, interrupting them. "Six Bravo Nine, please respond. Code Two, to Dempsey Park at Wellington, for a six-four-seven-Alpha."

Fast as a flash, Elana grabbed the radio and spoke into it. "Roger that, Dispatch. This is unit Sixty Banging Nine. I'm on it."

"What the hell, Laney?!" cried Officer Sharpe in exasperation.

Elana giggled and tossed him the radio. "Relax! Just tell them a civilian must have gotten onto the channel or something. But I'll deal with the call for you. 647 is public sex or whatever, right?"

Sharpe sighed. "Lewd conduct, yea. One of your girls?"

Elana shook her head and gathered her things, "Nope! It’s just me in the park today. It's probably some kids from the college getting too sweaty in the gazebo. Don't worry, Officer Laney will get them to stop!" With that, she cracked the cruiser door open, and checked to make sure the alley was clear before stepping out. It was a quiet area, and the cruiser was secluded enough, but it was in both of their best interests for her not to get caught. The last thing she needed was for Sharpe to get in trouble for dealing with a prostitute… she really didn't want to have to find another cop to corrupt.

​She exited the vehicle, naked save for a white satin thong and her black go-go boots. Her heels clicked sharply on the pavement as she strode toward a nearby garbage can and placed her belongings on top of it. She could feel the dampness of her arousal clinging to her g-string - a pallid reminder of Officer Sharpe’s inadequacies. She first donned her bra, a white satin demi-cup that matched her thong and provided the support her implants required. She had considered opting for an internal bra when she went under the knife, but she had ultimately decided she preferred the shape and movement of natural-looking breasts. For all intents and purposes, her surgeon had done a bang-up job, giving her a couple of extra cup sizes while still letting them move freely.

​She slipped her blue nylon micro-dress over her head and pulled it down as far as it would go. It had a plunging neckline that showed off her enhanced cleavage and a hemline that only stayed below her ass if she promised not to look the wrong way. Her plastic police badge sat comfortably on the shelf created by her breasts.

Lastly, she wrapped a chunky black belt around her wasp-thin waist, absolutely elated with the accessories she had chosen for it. Hanging off the side of the belt was a little pink water pistol, a pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs, and a black fleshlight - the perfect finishing touches to her kinky, sexy cop outfit.

The baritone of Officer Sharpe’s voice broke through the car door behind her. She looked back and saw him speaking into his radio. He was probably trying to fix the mess she’d left him with, or maybe he was telling Dispatch he’d handle the call himself. Either way, Elana was going to have it dealt with before he even showed up. She blew him a kiss and strutted out of the alley, the click of her boots on the pavement echoing off the barren brick walls.

​It was a sweltering day. The sun beat down on the city streets as she walked toward Dempsey Park, toward her turf. Everyone knew she was the queen of that park; no one dared to sell sex there without her permission. She made a pretty penny letting other girls set up shop in and around there, though never as much as she made working the beat herself. On a day like today, she was sure she could find some rich college kid willing to spend his father’s dime to fuck her raw.

​But first, she had to deal with the interloper.

​As she approached, she noticed a massive crowd gathered around the fountain. That struck her as odd; crowds usually only formed around wasted streakers who’d passed out the night before, but she had been there earlier that morning and the fountain had been clear.

​When she crossed the last street and her boots touched down on Dempsey's lush grass, she began to hear something from within the crowd. It cut through the hoots and hollers, the ohmigawds and the raucous cheering. It was a steady, rhythmic slap-slap-slap. It was unmistakable. Someone was having sex at the fountain, in her park. It was bold. It was brazen. This wasn't impromptu. This was a message.

​She reached the crowd and announced her presence. "Officer Laney is here!" she called out, "Let me through!"

​Her announcement startled those that were nearest her. People turned, some people stared, and one guy even diverted his phone to film her tits, something that turned Elana on even more. She recognized some faces in the crowd - past customers, recurring regulars - but everyone knew not to mess with her. The crowd parted like the Red Sea, and she began to hear another noise from within: a familiar schlock-schlock-schlock that was similarly paced with the slap-slap-slap. As the last person moved out of her way, the scene enraptured her so completely that she nearly tripped over a man who was down on all fours.

There was a woman being spit-roasted by two men.

Not just any woman either. An absolute goddess. ​The men weren't anything to write home about, but the woman was something else completely. She nearly put Elana's own body to shame. Her tits were so big, firm, and glorious that Elana nearly changed her opinion about the "natural" look right then and there. Long blonde pigtails swept the pavement as she was tossed between the two men - one deep in her snatch, the other deep down her throat. She had slender legs elevated by towering stripper heels and an ass so delectable that Elana wanted to reach out and grab it herself. A dainty red tartan skirt, barely wider than a belt, was pushed up around her hips, forgotten like the useless garment it was. Elana was rarely attracted to women, but this bitch made her think twice. She felt her cunt throb, unsure if it was the act or the woman that caused the heat.

​It certainly wasn't the men. The one fucking her from behind was so scrawny that Elana expected him to need assistance to walk, yet he fucked the woman with a vigor and ferocity usually reserved for a sculpted pornstar. His baggy blue t-shirt was stained with sweat, revealing the silhouette of a man who was hardly more than skin and bone.

​Then there was the other man, the one with his cock shoved down the blonde’s throat. Elana probably would have looked right past him if he hadn't been the only one of the trio to react to her arrival. Unlike the scrawny guy, this man was completely naked… well, mostly. His hands were gripped firmly at the base of the blonde’s pigtails, using them like reins to guide her head back and forth, and dangling from his right wrist was a set of handcuffs. Other than that odd detail, he was completely unremarkable. He wasn’t ugly, but he wasn’t hot. There was nothing about his appearance that turned Elana on, yet it was clear that he was setting the pace for the entire trio. The woman moved to his whims, and the scrawny man behind her followed in perfect syncopation.

​When he looked up from the buxom blonde, his expression was a mask of animalistic lust and domineering sexual need, but his face fell the moment his eyes landed on Elana. He must have known that she was there to end his fun. Maybe the show wasn't a message after all. Elana reveled in the dissolution of his dominance. From time to time she liked a man who took charge, but she usually preferred being the one to crack the whip - both proverbial and literal.

He released his grip on the blonde's pigtails and allowed the two to regain their agency. There was a small stutter in their cadence, but the scrawny guy quickly picked up the rhythm again and the woman stayed pinned between the two men, guttural moans interspersed the sound of her **** on cock.

"You're not a cop, are you?" he asked Elana. The inflection in his question didn't seem to match what he was asking, but Elana took it to mean he was afraid.

She smiled and strutted forward, closing the gap between her and the fucking trio. "Worse," she said, curling her burgundy lips into an indulgent sneer.

"I pushed it too far," he muttered. It made no sense to Elana, but she didn't really care. The scene was really getting to her. The crowd watching and cheering on, the woman's body, the visceral act itself. She felt her nipples tighten in need. She felt her pussy ache to be filled. She needed action, soon.

Her hand reached out and grabbed the woman's plump ass. "Whatever you think you did," she said, flicking her gaze back to the naked man, "You've done it on my turf. No one sells sex here without giving me a cut."

The man sighed. "In for a penny..." he mumbled, before pulling his cock out of the woman's mouth. Elana's eyes darted to his massively long erection, surprised as inch by inch it kept coming from between the blonde's lips. When it was finally out, the woman's moans instantly overtook the sound space. He moved from in front of her and she placed her hands on the concrete wall to support herself. She looked over her shoulder at the scrawny guy and began pleading like a seasoned pornstar for him to fuck her harder.

Elana's eyes remained fixated to the man's cock as he approached her. It was long and thick, and covered with the woman's spit, it shimmered under the sunlight. Elana's pussy throbbed to be filled with his girth.

"What exactly is your cut?" asked the man, his voice now strong and commanding. His left hand played with the handcuffs attached to his other arm.

Elana snapped from her reverie and looked up at him. It took her a moment to process the question, but then she nodded at the blonde whore. "Is she yours?"

He smiled slightly and briefly looked behind Elana at the man on all fours. "You could say that."

Elana eyed up the blonde bitch. Her titanic tits, her thick dick-sucking lips, her soaking wet cunt, and the obscenities spurting from her mouth... with a body like that and such an eagerness to please, they could charge a premium rate. But Elana had met women like her before. She probably liked being fucked too much. They probably didn't charge as much as they could because getting railed like that was the real payment. Being bent over and plowed from both ends in front of the cheering crowd was what the woman actually wanted. Elana felt her face flush and her own pussy gush in need. She could certainly see the appeal.

​She looked back at the man and eyed him up. He watched her with an interested grin. His physique was so extremely unremarkable. It was such a staunch contrast with the blonde bimbo, the two of them made such an odd pair, but then there was his cock. His glorious, veiny, proud erection. It was thicker than Officer Sharpe's, and certainly longer than most of the men who paid Elana for her services. She looked at it glistening under the midday sun, standing like a proud monument to sex. If he was bringing anything to the table, that was it.

​She turned her eyes back up to meet his. "I'll let you off with a warning this time," she said. She reached forward and placed her manicured hand around his cock and pulled him closer. It twitched excitedly at her touch. "As long as you fuck me like Barbie’s getting fucked right now."

The man eyed her hungrily. His jackal-like grin told Elana enough, but the way he growled "Deal," just added fuel to the flames of her arousal. She released his beautiful dick and approached the fountain. Bending at the hips, her hands found the warm concrete wall right next to the blonde's. As if by design, her dress pulled up over her pert ass, revealing the white satin thong clinging to her wet pussy. The crowd exploded into cheers. The blonde slut looked over as if to welcome her, but she quickly found herself in the throes of an orgasm and her face couldn't muster any expression other than carnal bliss. That just turned Elana on even more and she needed to feel the same thing.

"Are we going to do this or what?" Elana shouted over her shoulder. She wagged her ass in the air impatiently.

"You bet, Officer." He emphasized and lingered on the last word before grabbing her pert ass and ripping her soaked thong to the side. Elana barely had time to feel the breeze on her wet cunt before he lined up his cock and slowly pushed inside her.

"Ffffffuuuck..." she moaned. She felt her eyes roll backwards as his dick filled her inch by inch. It felt like he was pushing forever and when he finally bottomed out, when his hips met her ass, she felt thoroughly stuffed. It was uncomfortable, but also hot as hell. She forgot about everything around her. It all faded away into a temporary nothingness. The sounds of the crowd, the moaning of the blonde in her periphery, it all disappeared. All that she knew, all that existed, was the feeling of his cock. As she struggled to breathe, her greedy cunt clenched around him like it wanted even more. She tried to breathe through the pressure, adjusting her posture to accommodate him, but he soon began retracting. It was still gradual, but slightly faster. She felt bliss. His cock was perfect.

He had pushed her dress up further and his fingers were digging into her bare hips while he continued to pull out, further and further until just the meaty head of his glorious cock was left inside.

He held it for a torturous moment.

She tried pushing back to take more of him in, but he held her in place. A moan escaped her lips. She wasn't in control. He was. And it felt so good. "Oh God," she groaned, "Fuck my slutty cop cunt!" The crowd exploded into raucous cheering and he complied.

He moved fluidly with long, deliberate strokes. He didn't bottom out again and he didn't pull out as far, but he made sure she felt the entire length of his cock. It felt so good in her pussy, but she was insatiable. She wanted more. She looked to her left and saw the blonde bimbo getting railed. She saw her body shake with each powerful thrust, and her pigtails whip back and forth. She needed that. Elana began rocking her body against his movements, matching his rhythm, forcing him to go harder and faster. She felt the handcuff dangling from his wrist whip around against her thigh. Soon their pace matched the other couple's. A loud slap-slap-slap was slightly out of sync with a wet thuck-thuck-thuck and she couldn't tell which sound came from her and which came from the couple. Her moans harmonized with the blonde whore as they screamed louder and louder in a subconscious competition to see who was getting fucked better.

Elana felt her arousal climbing quickly. She felt her orgasm begin to build and threaten to blow. She closed her eyes to savor the feelings. It all felt too good. Her enhanced tits shook with each thrust and freed themselves from her demi-cup bra. The low cut of her dress offered no resistance and soon her boobs were in the open air, swinging freely beneath her, a striking contrast to the blonde's hyper-fake tits beside her.

Her pussy clenched around the man's cock with each thrust as if it wanted him further, deeper. A hand touched the back of hers and she opened her eyes to see the blonde woman looking at her. Their gaze met as the two of them continued to get railed by their respective partners. There was no intelligence behind either of their eyes, just animalistic lust and an acknowledgement of their slutty comradery. The blonde lifted her hand from the back of Elana's and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her closer. Elana leaned in and their lips met, the woman's fat ruby lips against her own burgundy ones. Her tongue snaked out, intercepting the blonde's halfway and they entwined, dancing a carnal tango that only served to amplify the growing, burning heat inside Elana. Their moaning duet was finally silenced.

The crowd lost it.

But Elana ignored it. She could feel the heat building, threatening to burst like a pressure cooker. Whether it was the extra stimulation from the woman, the sheer brazenness of her situation, or the glorious monster cock pumping in and out of her, something made it snap. Something cracked the walls. She felt her body sing in ecstasy and the plump lips of the blonde woman muffled her voice as she screamed in orgasm.

Her entire body stiffened and seized as the orgasm ripped through her. Her tongue no longer danced alongside the other woman's, her arms and legs began shaking, and her cunt clamped down tight, feeling every bump and vein in her partner's dick. She saw white and felt nirvana as the orgasm rolled across her body over and over again. The man didn't stop hammering into her. He maintained his pace despite her inability to help, despite her pussy's desire to keep him as deep as possible. She couldn't think. She couldn't breathe. She stopped existing as a human and accepted her fate as a bundle of nerves basking in pleasure.

When reality snapped back, when she found her consciousness back inside her body, she felt the blonde's hand still holding her head close. She tasted her lips and resumed the silent repartee with her fellow whore. Their tongues clashed again, but it did not last long. Elana's partner fell out of sync with the other man. The two women found their heads lolling to a different rhythm and they ripped apart from each other.

Elana knew what was coming. She was a seasoned veteran. She felt his strokes growing ragged and primal, shallower and quicker.

"Fuck, cum inside me!" she yelled, pushing back against him to get him deeper. His fingers dug into her waist, the slap-slap-slap of his thrusts hastened. He groaned, a loud guttural groan that she could hear in her core, and he bottomed out into her cunt. She felt his hot seed burst inside her, spurt after spurt ejecting from his cock and painting the walls of her pussy. She squeezed down hard and rhythmically to milk every last drop. She felt some of his cum seep out of her cunt and drip down her thigh, all while the other couple maintained their carnal display.

The crowd erupted into raucous applause and finally he stopped pulsing inside her. Elana felt pain as his grip loosened on her waist, and then he pulled out, dragging some more cum alongside. Her legs shook and she dropped to her knees, unsure of how the blonde and the other man were still going. She briefly wondered if the woman would want to tap out - Elana certainly wasn't above sloppy seconds. She was completely satisfied with how the man rearranged her guts, but she was also still very horny.

A shout tore through from behind the crowd before she could act on it. A deep, booming baritone silenced everyone except for the moaning blonde. "Police! Everyone clear out!"

She recognized the voice, it was unmistakable, and she knew her fun was over. Exhausted, she turned and sat down, propping herself up against the fountain wall. The concrete was warm and rough against her bare ass, but she didn't mind. She kept her knees up and one hand lazily played with the semen that was leaking from her cunt. She watched as the crowd thinned, some took off like bats out of hell, others stayed around trying to get one last shot on their phones. Elana winked and waved the fingers on her free hand while the other couple continued to fuck vigorously. Clearly also content with waiting for his comeuppance, the man who fucked her so thoroughly sat on the wall beside her, the handcuffs clinked dully on the concrete.

"Clear out!" she heard Officer Sharpe bellow again. His hulking figure finally came into view behind a pair of young men wearing too much black for a day as hot as it was and still recording the scene for their personal spank banks. His eyes swept over the scene at the fountain: the couple voraciously fucking (the woman was howling so loudly it was clear she was in the throes of another orgasm), the other man with his long cock hanging low, and finally down to Elana, sitting on the ground with her tits out and thick, white cum dripping from her cooch. She saw the initial shock on his face get replaced with a different expression. Was it anger? Disappointment? Their agreement meant that she was to deal with any happenings in Dempsey Park to save him from doing paperwork (Oops!), but that wasn't the expression on his face. It was more personal than that…

Officer Sharpe quickly shook whatever he was feeling and addressed the two goth guys. "You two. Phones down and move along." His voice wasn't as loud as before, but it was just as commanding.

"He's quite the tenacious one, isn't he?" commented the man beside Elana. She hummed in agreement as she watched the cop lift up the man who was positioned like a table. "Perhaps I wrote him off too quickly."

Elana looked up at the man and saw him laser focused on Officer Sharpe with a pensive look on his face. What did he mean by that?

The man fucking the woman began groaning loudly. It was maybe the first noise he had made since Elana arrived. She looked over and watched him bottom out into the blonde woman, finally putting an end to his hip thrusting marathon. A part of her was disappointed that it was over, even though she knew Officer Sharpe would put an end to it one way or another. She contemplated trying to find a way to slip the man her number; she could always handle another regular…

"Yea, I'm done here," said the other guy, the one who just gave Elana a proper fucking. She looked back at him, curious about what exactly he was going to do. Was he going to try to run from Sharpe? He pushed himself off the fountain wall and...