I'm a cop. I wouldn't say I'm a good cop, but I used to try and do my best, really I did. I have this weakness, probably always had it and that weakness is pussy. I just love pussy, all pussy, black pussy, white pussy, yellow pussy and even ass pussy. I love pussy too much. I love it to death. When I get the urge, it's like when Dr. Bruce Banner turns into The Incredible Hulk, or that other doctor, Jekyll, turns into Mr. Hyde. Normally they are nice guys just trying to get through the day and do their jobs, but then all of a sudden β Wham! That's what it's like when I get a boner.
I can still remember the first time I ever acted upon my urge. I had just dropped off my partner and was on my way home when I spotted this little meaty piece of paradise. There she was walking down the street, barefoot with cut off denim short shorts trying to contain those wiggling ass cheeks and this super wide neck low cut tiny t-shirt being held up by the points of her nipples, one shoulder out bare naked with a titty and her midriff both trying to follow.
When I pulled up beside her, she had just finished giving the middle finger to a carload of guys who had just raced by yelling some crude remarks to her.
"That wasn't very nice."
"They started it."
"Haven't you ever heard about two wrongs not making a right?"
She cocked her pretty little stupid head and looked at me blank faced. She was stoned out of her mind. Red glassy eyes tried to focus on me through heavy eyelids. She had a pair of puffy pouty blow job lips I knew would wrap perfectly around my cock.
"Smoking a little weed today, honey?"
"No." She shook her head and tugged her shirt up enough to cover her mouth and hide her breath. She exposed her belly button piercing, a cute little heart that matched the piercings in her ears. I couldn't see it yet, but I was certain she would have a tongue piercing too and probably know how to use it.
"Why don't you climb in the car, honey?"
"I didn't do anything." She looked about to cry.
"Now, now, honey, it's just for your own protection. You look pretty stoned. We'll just go somewhere and talk. I'm not going to arrest you."
"Promise?"
I didn't answer, or even nod. As if a cop's promise meant anything. But she was going to luck out as far as my arresting her went because the only thing this cop was interested in was beneath her scant clothing. I drove us to a clearing in the woods and we actually did talk for a while. She told me how she was nineteen but still in high school because she had failed a couple of times. She hadn't given up hope though and thought she could still get her diploma β bless her heart.
"Maybe high school just isn't your thing," I suggested. "I'll bet you have lots of skills they don't teach girls like you in high school."
"What do you mean?"
I smiled at her.
"Oh." She turned completely red. I could almost feel the heat of shame radiating off her flesh.
"See? You're not dumb."
She smiled shyly and looked around nervously.
"You have a boyfriend."
"Sort of."
"What's 'sort of' mean?"