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Title: The Naughty Encounter with Officer Cutie

The sun was setting, casting an amber glow over the quiet suburban street as I strolled home from work. I was the picture of an honest, hardworking citizen – until I was stopped in my tracks by the loud shrill of a siren. Swirling red and blue lights illuminated the sidewalk as a police cruiser pulled up beside me. My heart pounded as the officer stepped out.

But this was no ordinary cop. She was a tall, busty brunette with curves that would make a neon highway sign blush. Her police uniform strained to contain her ample assets, buttons threatening to pop off under pressure. I couldn’t help but stare like a tongue-lolling hound.

“Evening sir, you’re under arrest!” she declared in her best attempt at a stern voice. But a playful glint in her eye told me this was all in good fun.

I played along, surrendering meekly. “Oh no, officer, what did I do wrong?” I asked, biting my lip as she approached.

“Suspicion of being too damn fine,” she purred. The officer leaned in close, her breasts brushing against my chest as she grabbed my wrists. “I think this one requires a very thorough…interrogation.”

My cock twitched at her suggestive tone. She handcuffed my wrists behind my back, leading me to the back of the cruiser. As she opened the door, a gust of cool air caressed my heated skin. She pulled me in and shut the door.

“Mmm, seems I’ve caught a bad boy,” she growled, straddling my lap. Her skirt rode up, revealing long, toned legs.

“A very naughty boy,” I agreed, rocking my hips up against her.

She pinched my chin, her eyes darkening with lust. “Lie back and let me do my job.”

I pumped my hips, grinding against her core. She licked her lips and reached down to unbutton my jeans. My cock sprung free, hard and urgent. She stroked it, smirking at my groan.

“Damn, you’re packing some heat,” she purred, stroking faster. Her thumb brushed the weeping head, smearing pre-cum.

“Fuck, your hands feel so good,” I moaned. My cock jerked in her grip. “Don’t you want to put that dirty mouth to good use, officer?”

She grinned, an evil twinkle in her eye. Stabbing my cock into her mouth, she suckled and slurped, bobbing her head. I subjected her to long, deep strokes, reveling in her throaty gags.

Meanwhile, I pushed up her top, freeing those perfect tits. I fondled them, tugging and pinching the nipples. She arched and shuddered, fucking herself on my cock.

“Mmm, so good,” she whimpered, releasing me from her lips with a pop. “But I’m going to bust your ass for soliciting.”

She spun me around and smacked my bare ass, hard. I yelped and pressed my face to the window, presenting my cheeks to her. She smacked them again, then tore my boxers off.

“This is the penalty for being such a bad, bad boy,” she growled, spanking me again.

“I’m sorry, officer, so sorry,” I mewled. But I knew we were both enjoying this naughty game.

She rubbed her fingers between my spread cheeks, teasing my tight hole. I rocked my hips back, a silent plea. Finally, she thrust in, sinking her fingers deep. I moaned, low and filthy, as she finger-fucked me.

“You want my cock, don’t you, bad boy?” she whispered, pumping harder.

“God, yes, please!” I begged shamelessly. My dick throbbed, aching to be filled.

She freed her straining, rock-hard cock and pressed the tip to my hole. “Beg for it!”

“Please, officer, I need your big cock up my ass!” I wailed, shameless and desperate. “I’ve been a bad boy and I need to be punished. Fuck my ass hard, please!”

She plunged inside with a growl, stretching me deliciously. I moaned loudly, spreading my legs wider to take her deeper. She grabbed my hips and began to pound, the old cruiser rocking from her aggressive thrusts.

“Yeah, take my cock, bad boy,” she growled.

“Fuck yes, harder, please!” I pleaded shamelessly, rocking my hips back to meet hers. The filthy slap of flesh on flesh filled the car.

My cock bobbed and slapped against my abs as she hammered into me. I was so turned on, I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. I reached down to jerk myself, stroking in time with her thrusts.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” she grunted. “I’m gonna…ungh…fill this ass!”

“Yes, do it!” I urged, fucking back on her. “Paint my hole white, claim me!”

With a loud groan, she buried herself deep and unloaded. Thick, hot ropes of cum splattered my insides, and I lost control. Milking my cock, I erupted with a rapturous cry, splattering the car window with my own release.

We collapsed together, gasping and trembling from the intensity. She gathered me close, planting a searing kiss on my lips.

“You’re a naughty one,” she murmured. “But I’m afraid you’re still under arrest. A bad boy as fine as you deserves to be thoroughly interrogated all…night…long.”

I moaned into her mouth, knowing I was in for a wild ride. Whatever charge she came up with next, I was happy to submit.