The Cops' Slop Daughter

The orgasm echoed through Hiroshi's mind. The actual pleasure faded into memory...and had to be with the memories of discomfort of being a small woman, and he once being a larger man, and the life he had and had lost. Was having sex all the time all the way everywhere s/he went for eight hours, 5 days a week worth it? Did he really have a choice? At least the post-coital depression and regret wasn't as bad as some of those he had had when he had a cock rather than a twat.

"Well? Are you over again this time?" Akane Nuton was asking him, her partner Misao Matson. Hiroshi saw her when the first guy brought his softening prick from her mouth and Hiroshi could see her by looking up and over. The tall woman was resting her head on her hand as her arm rested on the higher pad. At first, Hiroshi noticed what that position did to the boobs, that her uniform purposefully left uncovered. But his mind noticed that those boobs were being jiggled about rather hard.

The bald, fat man she that had been face-fucking her now was fucking her as she rested on one of the sex platform pads. *Slap, slap* and *gush, gush* could be clearly heard.

Over again, this time? Hiroshi tried processing the phrase. Had the real Misao's distaste of sex only been episodic, here again, off again? There was hope for him if true. One was that the real Misao would be dissatisfied with the weak orgasms that came with Hiroshi's own cock and, two, that Hiroshi could learn to be so satisfied with the strong cums and he wouldn't want to give up her cunt. Anyway, to stay out of the psych ward, there was only one answer, "Yeah."

"I knew you would," Akane said while ignoring the guy fucking her.

Hiroshi could use something to thin out the amount and taste of the splooge that remained in her mouth. Why didn't the uniforms include canteens as part of their standard equipment?

"Hey, Rosarini!" another bald, fat man said, coming up to the man who had his cock in Akane. "Don't you answer your phone?"

"Don't tell me the meeting was put off again!?"

"Afraid so," and the second fat man did a gesture towards Hiroshi. He had difficulty understanding it.

"Are you sure you're over it?" Akane raised an eyebrow. Then she said, in a tone that said she expected him to know the gesture meant he was to do it, "Doggy" style.

Hiroshi groaned, but **** Misao's body to move up on her hands and knees. More warm jizz poured out of her just fucked twat, down her latex-covered thighs and onto the pad made of same material as that used for patio furniture where he came from.

"It's hard to believe you had top scores at the Sex Academy," Akane said.

Hiroshi's bald, fat man (who, at least, he did not have to look at in this position) got his cock ready for one of Misao's holes. "...Yeah, they changed the conditions on us again. We may have to rework our presentation..."

"That's just fucking great!" Rosarini said as he slammed into Akane even harder.

"Absolutely!" and the nameless man rammed his cock into Misao! Her soft flesh was jiggled fiercely!

"Top scores, even after you found out the Academy frowned on sex officers becoming sluts!" Akane said.

"You know how many hours went into our last presentation!?"

"Not my department," the guy tried to laugh while forcing his cock through Misao's tight, small hole.

"Stop being so dedicated and committed!" Akane advised her sex officer partner.

It was difficult for Hiroshi to hear what the woman now talking behind Misao's back was saying. Misao's skin was popped free from the second, latex skin a section at a time by the jarring of the fuck. This new sensation was added to what the jarring her naked tits were getting, and that thumping her cervix was getting.

"And WHY are you dedicated and committed!? Just because you were brainwashed by you're cop family! They're not as perfect as you think they are, I'm sure!"

"I'm going to tell you, Ohara! First, we had to hire out for a special study. The contract bids alone were..." Hiroshi could hear a difference in the way the guy was fucking Akane but wasn't sure what that was.

"Give it up, Misao! You're too short to be a real cop! Don't be a slop just because that's the only branch of the police **** that doesn't have a height requirement!"

Hiroshi, again, found the conflict between the limitations of Misao's size and the pleasure there was to be had at just being a woman being fucked. Why didn't sex officers not supposed to be sluts?! It would make things so much easier for him!