Jim glanced at his watch, it was 10:30 PM, and he'd reached the far perimeter of his patrol district. He wheeled the cruiser around and headed back for the station. It was 25 minutes away, and he'd be there to hand off his district to Roger Bellamy, the new guy, he'd graduated from the academy a month ago.
His mind drifted, he thought of Bettie Jo, oh yeah, that hot, sexy, solid body waiting for him, and he could feel his cock stiffen in response as he thought about her sucking his cock, then being pinned to the bed by his cock, as he rammed into her. Wonder if she'd be up for being handcuffed, his prick stiffened even further as he pictured her spread out on her bed, cuffed to the headboard, and him taking his pleasure, the hot, burning furnace of her cunt clamped around his prick. He had that full head of steam going again, and he couldn't wait.
Back at the station, he shot the breeze with Roger and traded a bit of small talk. He wanted to tell him about that hot babe Corinne, what a wildcat she was, and what a first-class fuck and suck she'd given him. But, Roger was fresh out of the academy, filled with all the high ideals about not abusing his position, no sexual contact between himself and the public while on duty, blah, blah, blah. Best not to let a rookie hear that, could make some major waves for him.
Jim was able to justify his actions by remembering that she'd offered him anything, and he'd just accepted the offer. He didn't bully her into sex, no way. She'd just offered herself, and he took what she offered. He may have spanked her, sure, but the hot, dripping wet pussy he'd driven into after he'd spanked her made it obvious that she got off on it.
It was also clear that she enjoyed getting fucked good and hard as much as he did, the way her body had squirmed and writhed on the Impala's hood, she'd been like a sex-starved slut, the way she urged him on to slam her burning cunt as he pumped his prick into her, stuffing her tight, eager pussy as he took what she offered, and the fact that without him even asking, she'd given him the wettest, hottest, most enthusiastic blow job he'd ever enjoyed, and had eagerly swallowed every drop he pumped into her mouth. To his mind, he was in the clear, but still, he'd play the escapade close to the vest.
Right at 11:15, he left the station and dialed Bettie Jo's number with his smartphone. It only rang once before she answered it.
"I hope this is who I want to be calling me at this time of night."
She was keeping her voice neutral, until Jim replied, "Hey Bettie Jo, my shift is over."
Bettie Jo's voice dropped to a husky purr, "Mmmm, Jim honey, my favorite police officer. Are you going to come over here, and show me what you want? I'm just dying to get a look at your personal nightstick."
"Oh yeah baby, I've been thinking about you all shift, I'm just aching to see you out of your waitress uniform, and really show you what I want."
Her voice purred back, "The same way I've been wanting to see you out of your uniform!" She giggled, and continued, "I can certainly arrange that, Mmmmm, sounds so wonderful, I'm wanting it as much as you Jim honey. I'm going to take a quick shower. I don't want to smell like the burgers and fried chicken I was serving tonight! I'll be all clean and fresh and dressed appropriately for you Jim honey."
"Okay baby, I'll get going, and I should be there in about 20 - 30 minutes."
