Pay the cop a visit (Policeman's Balls Ending)

You step out of the shower feeling rejuvenated. As you run the soft towel up and down your long legs and dry the moisture from your soft teenage curves you consider the dreary debauchery of a job working the booth in the back of the porno store. Sure, the money is good, and you even like sucking cock, but spending hour after hour in there makes you feel like trash. Being **** to take care of that disgusting creep Larry doesn't improve the situation.

You sigh, wiping steam from the mirror and admiring your nearly perfect body in the reflection. You're beginning to feel down when you remember the invitation the muscular cop gave you. Now there was a bright spot to the morning. You wrap yourself in a towel and head downstairs to where you left your purse on the kitchen counter. Sure enough, there is his business card and on the back his home address.

"Office Dick Plower," you say aloud with a giggle.

You dress in sexy lingerie. You choose boyshorts that hug your tight cheeks and feature a heart in the back that is curved into the crack of your luscious ass. A matching bra is fringed with lace, padded slightly to add even more volume to your plentiful D-cups. You rub lotion into your skin and put on pink stay-wet lipgloss. You finally cover up with a white leather coat that covers you to mid-thigh and a pair of matching go-go boots with high heels.

You look like a high-class call girl, you realize, but you don't mind dressing like a slut when you plan to be a slut.

At six you get in your cute little convertible and drive out to Officer Plower's house in another of the city's suburbs. It's not quite as upscale as where your mom and stepdad live, but the two-story houses are still fairly new and the lawns are still well-maintained.

Butterflies dance in your stomach as you ring the doorbell. Officer Plower answers, confused at first, but with a growing smile of recognition.

"You came after all," he says. "Come on in."

He's dressed in a polo shirt and slacks. His house is nice and comfy and full of pictures of him with his...wife and kids.

"My wife is out with the kids for a couple hours," he says, handing you a glass of wine. "Why don't you have a drink and then we can have some fun."

At first you're not sure how you feel about hooking up with a married man, but you following him down into a basement rec center and enjoy the sweet wine. Before you know it, you feel the warm flush of intoxication and you're sitting on one of the leather couches watching a porno on the big screen TV. Something about a massage parlor with happy endings.

Plower convinces you to shed the coat, exposing your sexy lingerie. By your third glass of wine you're giving him a drunken lap dance, grinding your ass into the hard tent of his crotch while people are fucking on the screen. You strip off your bra and Plower's hands cradle your big tits. He squeezes and mashes them, plucking your nipples while you continue to sway over his lap.

Finally he pushes you back and shucks out of his pants. His cock juts through the flap of his boxers, as large as you remember it. You drop to your knees between his legs and slurp his thick dick between your glossy lips. He groans and rests his hands on your shoulders as you skillfully blow him, pausing every so often to lick along his shaft or suck on his balls.

He interrupts your blowjob to roll a clear condom onto his big prick. Then he bends you over the back of his couch, his thick fingers massage your juicy pussy as he guides his plastic-sheathed prick into your hungry hole. He spears you in one motion and then takes hold of your hips, his thighs colliding with your ass with a slap-slap-slap sound as he pounds in and out of your wet cunt.

You cum quickly and hard, surprised by the intensity and speed of your orgasm. Plower laughs and spanks you then doubles his efforts, hammering his big prick in and out of your creamy cunny until he shouts and explodes into the condom. You can feel him twitching and filling up the rubber with his spunk.

When he's through he collapses, panting, back onto the couch. You drop down and look up at him, smiling and rolling the condom off his softening prick. You throw it aside and lick and suck his wilting cock, coaxing his spunk-slick sex stick back to life. He is content to watch and moan occassionally while you give him a slow and very wet blowjob.

It ends with him spurting into your mouth, thin blasts of spunk spewed out in a diminishing load. You drain his balls almost completely between your lips and then slide up next to him on the couch.

"It's almost time for them to be back," he pants, sweat streaking his face. "Will you come back?"

You give him your number and he gladly uses it. Over the summer months you and Officer Plower develop a torrid relationship. He visits you in uniform, fucking you in his car and getting blowjobs from you while on duty. You visit him at home, sometimes under the guise of a babysitter for his kids.

Those nights are particularly hot. You watching over his kids while he and his wife enjoy a movie or dinner and dancing. You think about him all night until they return and then he takes you home with a stop in a park or in a parking lot. You, on your bag with your legs in the air, Officer Plower slamming in and out of your teenage cunt until he fills a condom or pulls out and explodes across your stomach.

Eventually, his wife finds out. Actually, she catches you in his office, on your knees sucking her husband's cock. Her slap leaves scratches on your face, but you get the guy and even finish the blowjob after she has stormed off, smiling up at her husband as he blasts a load of cum into your mouth.

You know your relationship with him isn't going to last forever. In fact, it barely lasts the summer. You catch him cheating on you with one of the whores he regularly picks up off the street in the line of duty. His explanation is not apologetic: she just likes anal more than you.

Oh well, it's almost time to head off to college anyway. You feel pretty sure you can find more fun there.