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It was just another night on the beat for PC Dave “The Knob” Johnson. The portly, pasty-faced constable had earned his nickname through his relentless pursuit of sexual favors from the young women who crossed his path. And tonight, as he cruised the neon-lit streets of Hilton Hollow in his pimped-out patrol car, he had a hunger in his eyes and a raging hard-on straining against his uniform trousers.
Spotting a pretty little thing walking alone, Dave pulled over and stepped out. “Evening, miss. Name’s PC Johnson. Local constabulary.” He flashed his pearly whites in a predatory grin. “You wouldn’t happen to have some identification on you, would you pretty lady?”
The girl, who looked barely 18, nervously fumbled in her purse and produced a driver’s license. Dave took it, showing her his badge with his other hand. “Did you know it’s illegal to be out past curfew without authorization, impending lady of the night?” He eyed the curves of her body hungrily. “But I might be willing to overlook it…for a special favor.”
Frightened, the young coed stammered, “W-W-What kind of favor? I’ve never done anything wrong!”
“Oh, I bet you haven’t,” Dave leered. “I’m speaking of a, ahem, special transaction. In this precinct, the law is…flexible.” He stroked his chubby cheek. “And I’m known to be very…accommodating.”
Her eyes widened. “You’re not suggesting I…I mean, I don’t…”
“Ah ah ah,” Dave tsked, putting a finger to her lips. “It doesn’t have to be like that. Just a quick stop at my patrol vehicle and I’ll let you off with a warning. Scout’s honor!” His grin widened. “Plus, you’ll get a personalynthia right from the source.”
Sighing in defeat, she nodded. Dave gestured to his car. “That’s my girl. Let’s make this quick, I’ve got a curfew to enforce.”
Once inside the tinted windows of the cruiser, Dave yanked down his pants and underwear. His thick, uncut cock sprang out, already rock hard. “Show me that pretty mouth, minx.”
Blushing, the girl tentatively kneeled between his legs and took the swollen head of his pole between her lips. Dave groaned and bucked his hips, shoving his meat deeper. “Fuck yeah, that’s it. Swirl that tongue.” He gripped her hair, controlling her pace as he fucked her face.
Gagging and choking on his girth, tears sprang to her eyes. Dave just laughed. “Whipped cream and semen, right?” He held her head down until she sputtered and coughed. Pulling her off, he smirked at the mess of drool and makeup dripping down her chin. “Almost as sexy as a jailhouse hookslam.”
“Now,” he grabbed his dick, pumping it rapidly, “open that sweet little mouth for your protein shot.” He aimed the bulbous tip and with a strangled moan, unloaded a massive facial all over her stunned face. Pearly ropes of jizz painted her cheeks and neck, some even landing in her hair. She gasped, stunned by the sheer volume.
Dave zipped up, grinning at his handiwork. “There we go! You can call me Officer Munchkin. I’ve got a creampie to drop off, you stay out of trouble now!”
Chuckling to himself, he stepped back into the warm night, in high spirits after another successful transaction. Stuffed for now, PC Johnsons’ eyes scanned the street, already looking for his next mark…
