Hola, beautiful readers!
This is a similar story to Payback Patrol. The main difference this time is the cop is female while the offending ex is male. Think of it as an alternate timeline.
You'll probably recognize the starting prompt I used with the AI to help write this out. It's largely the same as the previously mentioned story, but it soon goes its own way if you stick with it.
I hope you enjoy!
Thanks again for your interest and feedback. It keeps me going! You asked for more cop tales, and more cfnm, and I delivered!
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The year is 1995. There are no cell phones in your small rural town of Chadron. Basic internet is new and only available to the local college. Most people around here have never used it.
You are Deputy Bonnie Stevens, lead patrol officer of your town's small police force. Your father, Chris Stevens, is the almost retired Police Chief. Your mother, Mona Stevens, is the hot shot district attorney of the county.
Your parents' pristine reputations mean everything to them. This affords you a lot of leeway in your authority, as they will quickly cover up any 'unfortunate incidents'.
Tonight, you catch sight of a vehicle tearing across town at more than twice the speed limit. Finally, some action!
You flip on your lights and siren and give chase! You follow them out of town as they blow through the one stoplight at main street. They finally pull over for you about a mile later, no doubt on their way to the quaint little airport to the west.
You recognize the plates on the truck. It's your ex from a few years back who you caught cheating on you in your own living room with your next door neighbor's housewife.
An anger you thought you once overcame rises inside you again as the memories flood back in your mind.
You came home from your shift early that night, to celebrate your anniversary. You opened the front door and saw them both, naked on the couch, bumping uglies. The ultimate betrayal! They saw you but they didn't even stop!
Before you could really think, you raged. You threw both of their bare asses out on the street, yelling the whole time that you'd better never see them again or else! They both left town the next morning, and you haven't heard from them since.
Until now.
Here in front of you is your ex's shitty old pickup. For the past two years, you've wanted nothing more than to get some payback. You've fantasized about all kinds of ways to do it.
You take a long look at yourself in the rearview mirror as you decide how to handle this. You're looking even better than you did back then. Revenge is a great motivator to get in shape.
A big, firm ass and voluptuous breasts fill out your one-size-too-small uniform just right. That asshole won't know what hit him!
You unbutton your uniform shirt about halfway, giving you ample cleavage that he once loved and worshipped. You even let the front clasp of your bra make an appearance between your open uniform lapels.
You hope he remembers motorboating them as much as you do. God, he had such a skill doing that...
It's outside regulation for your uniform to be in this state, but you doubt he'll complain. You even unbutton your pants just to make sure he can see your lacey thong peeking out.
Then you step out of your patrol car and strut to his truck, swinging your hips side to side with every step. As he rolls down the window, you casually let your ample chest rest on his window sill, with the front half of your bosom going into the cab itself, invading his personal space.
He looks like a kid on Christmas morning. That fucking smug jerk needs put in his place again!
"I couldn't help noticing your flashing lights and thought I should let you come over and say hi," he says, clearly trying not to stare down your shirt and failing.
"That's cute, but I stopped you for a reason, prick. Care to tell me why?" you say, hands on your hips, subtly pushing your chest even out more toward him.
He immediately looks away as he stammers an excuse, "I was... going the wrong way! I meant to go... oh shit... oh I hate it when my tongue gets me into trouble..."
"Like it did with that latina bitch Monica back in the day, asshole? Wasn't it your tongue that got you in trouble when I saw it buried in her fat ass? On our mother-fucking anniversary, no less?" you glare at him.
He winces and nods.
"I heard she had a real fun time explaining to her white husband why she was having your half-black bastard baby too. He made you start paying child support after he divorced that skank, didn't he?" you scowl.
You swear that despite his dark ebony skin, you can see him blush.
"Please, I'm sorry. Please don't hurt me. I'll never do it again!" he pleads.
You suppress a laugh. You can't help it. You've dreamed of this for so long now. You love his grovelling.
"You're pathetic. The only two things you were ever good for were your long tongue and even longer chocolate cock. I should take you to jail right now and throw the whole fucking book at you. Maybe let Bubba make you his bitch. Give me one good reason not to!"
"Because I'm your friend!" he weeps, his face red with embarrassment and his eyes darting around nervously. You almost feel sorry for him, but then you remember what a prick he was to you.
"Friends don't fuck the neighborhood slut behind your back!" you say, slamming the roof of his truck and making your barely covered tits bounce on his window sill.
"No! Please! I'll never do it again! I promise!" he continues to cry. You feel his tears fall on your cleavage, like his jism used to.
"Give me your fucking shirt, loser," you scowl. "Pants too. If you're gonna be a man whore, you're gonna dress like one!"
He throws his shirt and pants at you, so you take them into the police car and slam the door, locking them in there and out of his reach.
You walk back to his truck and rest your tits on the window sill again. You look down at him in just his boxers, seeing the generous outline of his soft ram rod in them.
"Was she a good fuck at least, you bastard?" you say to him.
"Yes, ma'am," he gulps. He eyes your melons again and his dick twitches.
"Mmm... mmm... fuck... I bet she was!" you smirk, licking your lips as you draw out the words. "Tell me about it."
He's so nervous, he can barely get the words out, "She was on top... I came really fast... Too fast, but... she screamed my name..."
"Did you put it in her ass too?" you prod.
"No, ma'am. I couldn't. It... it wouldn't go in," he says, his face burning red.
"If I didn't catch you licking her asshole and interrupt your little fuck fest, you would've shoved it in next anyway, right?" you chuckle.
"Yes, ma'am," he sighs. You know him too well for him to deny it.
"Friends don't fuck their friends' wives, asshole," you remind him as you stand up straight. "Friends help each other out."
You reach forward and unclasp your bra, pulling out his favorite pair of knockers topped with pink button nipples. "Help out your friend by making her big old lonely titties feel loved."
You cup one in your hand, squeezing lightly. Mike's eyes roll into the back of his head as you rub your thumb across the sensitive peak. You can see his hand massage his prick through his underwear.
You have him on edge already, and you love it! Just like old times, before he ruined everything.
"Aah...," he sighs.
You lift your own udder to your mouth and kiss your nipple, then offer it to him. "Suck it," you command with a smile.
He immediately wraps his mouth around the areola as you guide as much of your breast in as you can get, nearly gagging him.
"Did you miss these, baby?" you moan, cradling his head to your pillowy chest.
He looks up, his eyes hazy and glazed as he nods eagerly. "Fuck yes, I missed these!" he groans as you let the drool-covered titty fall out of his gaping face hole.
"That fat whore's sagging pancake tits weren't enough for you, were they?" you moan as you pull one of your nipples.
"They're not as big as yours," he whines.
"They don't have half the bounce either," you smile.
He nods in agreement, as you bounce your boobs for him to prove your point.
"Show me you're still the man I once loved to fuck. Tear your boxers apart, right down the middle," you request, looking down at the large tent in them.
"Yes, ma'am," he sighs as he begins to shred them apart. His submissive nature belies his great physical strength.
You love when he shows that it's at your will to use in whatever way you want. You know he would never lift a finger against you, unless you told him to.
You look down, as the large, swelling shaft of his black, dripping manhood stares back. Yes, he indeed is the same man you would still love to fuck, despite everything.
"Well, at least the whore you cheated on me with had good taste," you say, licking your lips. "Step out of the truck. Now."
You step back, giving him room to get out. He does so, cautiously. A few passing cars honk at him, making him jump and his turgid pole bounces in the air.
You bite your lip and your thong dampens as you appreciate his naked form there on the highway. He may still be your submissive slut, but he's also a solidly built, well hung slab of man meat.
"Turn around, bend over, and spread 'em."
He turns around, bending over with his hands on his rear, spreading his cheeks apart. You blow air on his butt crack and he moans.
You take a moment to enjoy the view of his taut ass, winking back hole, and the low-hanging balls and delicious cock between his legs.
You smack his ass hard and command, "Don't move!"
You step to the side to let some passing cars enjoy his nudity too. You feel like it's high school all over again, and you love every second of it.
You remember when you first started dating him during your senior year. You made him pose just like this for your entire cheerleading squad out on the football field. Even the team of senior boys eventually saw him and joined in.
