A Very Important Policeman

The **** wipes are still evaporating from your body when there is a series of loud bangs on the door. You hesitantly unlock it and it is immediately flung open by the person on the other side. Your heart leaps into your throat as you realize that the man standing silhouetted in the doorway is wearing a blue police uniform.

He steps inside the booth and closes the door behind him. He's a muscular man in his mid-30s. He has a bushy mustache and a severe buzzcut that makes him look like a soldier. He slides a pair of aviator sunglasses from his face and hooks them into his uniform pocket.

You cover your breasts as best as you can with one arm and use the other hand to cover up your bare pussy as you back against the glassed-in screens playing porn.

"Hello, sweetheart," the cops says with a smile. "Larry told me he had a new girl working the back booth, but you're just about the prettiest little thing I've ever set eyes on."

"Th-thanks," you stammer, blushing.

The cop's expression hardens.

"Here's how it works," he takes a step closer to you. "What you're doing here is extremely illegal. It could land you in jail for a long time."

"P-please-," you begin, but the cop holds up a hand.

"Now my name is Officer Plower, this is my beat," he licks his lips, "and I think I would be willing to make some exceptions. It's the same deal the last two girls had. Take care of me whenever I need it and I'll make sure you stay in business and out of jail."

"Of course!" You blurt. "Anything you want is on the house."

"Ha ha," the cop chuckles. "Eager to please, I see. Good. I want you to start by moving your hands. Let me see what you're hiding."

You slowly slide your arm from your breasts and they bounce against your chest. The pink buds of your nipples are hard beneath the police officer's gaze. He whistles at the sight of your bare breasts and his big hands cup them and squeeze them together. He's not rough, nor is he gentle.

"Very nice," he says as he pinches and tugs on your nipples. "Turn around now, let me see your ass."

You do as he says, turning around and leaning forward against the bank of TV screens so that your ass sticks out at him. He murmurs something, but you can't hear it over the sound of the speaker wailing out sex scenes right next to your ear. You look back over your shoulder and watch as his hands massage your ass. He spreads your cheeks apart and slides his fingers down your crack, over your asshole, and down to the sopping slit of your pussy.

"Oh, you're all wet, baby," he says. "Did you get all excited thinking about sucking my dick?"

"Y-yes," you admit truthfully.

He steps back and begins unbuckling his belt.

"Well," he says, yanking down his pants and underwear. "Get over here and suck it then."

You smile and fall to your knees at his feet. His hard cock is pointed straight at you, a nice size with a fat head and thick veins along the sides. You remember what Larry said about taking real good care of the cop as you wrap your hand around his shaft.

"That's it," he urges, resting a hand on your head, "lick all over the tip for me."

You lap at the head of his cock as you stroke your hand up and down his length. You trace the ridges with the tip of your tongue and then rest the underside on the flat of your tongue. You roll it along his shaft as you slide him between the soft oval of your lips and enclose him in the wet massaging warmth of your mouth.

"Oh God," he groans. "That feels amazing."

You take your time, slowly beginning to bob your mouth on his cock, sliding his pole in and out, but never releasing it entirely. You suck a little harder, stroke a little faster, and your tongue flexes beneath his rigid length. The cop can't help but thrust his hips, gently, pushing through your spit-covered fingers and plunging inside the inviting warmth of your mouth. His balls swing and brush your chin with each stroke.

As you suck him your hand almost unconsciously slides between your legs. Officer Plower spots your fingers rubbing your clit in time with your bobbing head.

"Damn, girl, you must love sucking my cock," he says.

"Mmmmhmmmm," you reply, looking up at him with his prick buried between your full lips.

"Fuck, play with that little pussy for me," he urges.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm," you moan, rubbing your clit and sending surges of pleasure rippling through your tummy.

The wet smack of your lips dragging up and down Officer Plower's spit-soaked shaft is joined by the soft slurp of your fingers plunging in and out of your pussy. You finger fuck yourself as you suck the muscular cop, wondering if all he wants is a blowjob or if he's interested in something more.