Working the late shift is never fun, particularly in a small town. I work the dispatch graveyard shift at the local sheriff’s department. It usually doesn’t bother me but tonight had been an especially slow night. As I left the department, I stretched, raising my arms up above my head. It was around 4:00 in the morning, no one in sight. As I walked to my car, I noticed Billy, one of the sheriff officers sitting in his patrol car off to the side of the lot. He had his head back and his eyes closed. I thought maybe he was taking a nap. He’d worked a long shift and I knew he wasn’t getting a lot of sleep at home. Him and his wife had just had a new baby. I started for my car but decided I should probably be the nice person and go wake him up.
Swinging my purse up over my shoulder, I wandered over to his car. As I got closer, I noticed the car shaking a little, not too much since I hadn’t noticed it from far away. Just as I got close enough to yell out to him to wake up, I looked into the car. Billy wasn’t sleeping. He was jacking off.
I stood there, looking into the window of the patrol car. Billy’s fly was open, his cock out and rigid in his hand. I watched as his hand moved up, his fingers moving over the head of his cock, and then back down again. I’ve always thought Billy filled out a uniform real good but I had no idea what he packed down in those pants. Billy’s about 6’3”, hefty, like a weightlifter. His cock matched that description. Long and thick. I watched Billy’s had stroke his cock, pulling hard on the tip. His eyes were still closed and his breathing was getting rapid. I couldn’t believe he was doing this in the parking lot outside of the station. His fingers splayed out over his head, pushing down. His fingers locked around his shaft, squeezing and rocking up and down. I couldn’t resist. I had to do something.
Stepping closer to the car, I tapped on the window gently. Billy jumped, his hand covering his groin. He looked at me, his face turning every shade of red you could think of. I told him to open the door. He slowly unlocked the door and opened it. Pushing the door open as wide as it would go, I leaned over. I didn’t say a word to Billy. I simply leaned down, moved his hands out of the way and wrapped my own hand around his cock. He groaned and took a deep breath. His cock was hard, solid in my hand. I was surprised at how soft his skin felt. And how hot. His cock radiated heat as my hand moved up and down in his lap. Billy moaned and pushed upwards, pushing into my clenched fist. A drop of precum moistened the tip of his cock. Dipping my head down, I closed my lips around his head and sucked gently.
Billy moaned, his hand grabbing my ponytail and wrapping it around his fingers. He tasted salty and warm. Squeezing my lips tight around him, I slowly pushed my mouth down his length. As the tip of his cock touched the back of my throat, I sucked in, pulling my mouth tight around him. Billy moaned out something unintelligible and then grunted. I sucked him hard, my hand wrapping around his balls, squeezing firmly as my mouth moved up and down. Finally, Billy thrust his cock upwards, his warm cum filling my mouth. I sucked, swallowing every last drop as his cock spurted over and over again into my waiting mouth. Licking around the head of his cock, I kissed the tip and then looked up at Billy.
“Fucking christ! That was some fucking amazing blowjob.”
I stood, smiled and told him I couldn’t help myself. His cock was so juicy.
“I bet that’s not all that’s juicy.”
