Kat
I want to get something out of the way, like, right off the bat. Before we get any further. Before you make any fucking judgments about what comes next (and comes next, and comes next).
I am not a slut.
Or, okay, well, I am, but hold your fucking opinions for a hot sec. I’m a slut in the way that all women deserve to be sluts—kinky, confident, in charge of my sexuality, and damn proud of it.
I know what I like. I know what I want. I know when I want it, and I know how to get it when I do.
So when the police officer taps his dirty little flashlight against the driver’s side window—just as Jason is getting to the good part—I utilize the full extent of my arguably slutty powers, and I crank the window down.
“Hunnf?” Jason says.
Generally, hunnf is not a word. At least, it’s not in the English language. You won’t find it in the Oxford dictionary. Maybe not even on that Urban Dictionary site.
But when Jason’s mouth is currently busy and buried beneath my dripping wet pussy with the driver’s seat leaned all the way back while I ride his face and my big, bare tits threaten to honk the horn on the steering wheel…
A bitch can translate.
He’s not really sure where I’m going with this, and hell. Maybe I’m not either.
“What seems to be the—oh! Fuck, baby, yessss. Right there! Mmm.” I lick my lips and stare up at my reflection in the officer’s shiny silver aviators. “Problem, Officer?”
He’s a big guy, the officer. His uniform, it doesn’t fit him right. But look—and remember, I’m maybe, maybe not really a slut—I’m just so horny right now, all I can think is how much better he would feel out of it.
I’d feel better too. That’s the thing about police officers, you know? When they’re out of uniform, we all feel more comfortable.
He can keep the handcuffs and the badge around, though. Maybe even the gun.
“Ma’am,” the officer says. There was a smile on his face when he came up to the window, but now his throat sounds dry. Totally parched, even.
“Thirsty, honey?” I ask. Not a slut. Just, y’know, improvising here. “Sounds like you need to…”
My eyes travel all the way down his uniform, over his dad-bod cop belly where it strains at the buttons of his shirt to a big tent in his slacks where something else is straining.
Fuck. He’s probably as big as Jason. Bigger even, maybe.
“Wet your whistle?” I suggest. Admitted, kind of like a slut might.
“Mmph,” Jason says. Maybe in protest. Maybe he’s into it.
His tongue is still flicking against my clit like it’s a pleasure button just begging to be pushed, so I’m willing to assume the latter.
“You’re…you’re offering…” the officer stutters. Slowly, very slowly, he’s piecing it together.
“We don’t want any trouble,” I reassure him.
He pulls down his aviators. He’s got pretty eyes—cornflower blue. They’re sweet, if not a little enraptured in disbelief.
They’re also making love to my tits right now, and who can even blame him?
“No trouble,” he says.
“Mmmmmph,” Jason moans.
I grind my cunt harder against Jason’s gorgeous mouth.
“Just a little fun,” I tell the officer.
He licks his lips.
He offers me a hand.
I take it and slide off Jason’s mouth. Just short of an orgasm, but I’m betting we can rectify that situation shortly.
“Hey,” Jason complains, sitting the seat up. “I was using that.”
I make sure to grind the that in question against Jason’s own rock-hard erection as the cop presses my hand against his own sizable piece of man meat.
“What’s the law in this state about concealed weapons?” I giggle, squeezing the cop’s hard-on.
The cop smiles. He’s got a good smile. No, he’s not a hot piece of ass like Jason is, but he’s tall, broad shoulders, probably kind of a perv, but y’know. Sometimes, you take what you can get.
“We’re in favor of them,” says the cop.
I hop out of the car and bend over to show him exactly where I’d like him to conceal his weapon.
“Kat, you dirty fucking slut.” Jason laughs.
I have just enough time to open my mouth in protest before Jason sticks his cock in it.
You know what? Fucking redacted. Hello, my name is Kat, and I’m a slut.
Hello, Kat.
That’s right, baby.
I hear the cop relieve himself of his belt and lower his zipper. His cock presses against my soaking wet slit, slick with my honey and Jason’s saliva, as I gag on Jason’s huge throbbing dick.
Honestly? Full slut admission here? Choking on cock just makes me wetter.
I take Jason down my throat all the way. My lips touch down on his big gorgeous balls just as the cop hilts himself in my cunt. Generally, I’m kind of a sore loser. By the end of this, I’m going to be a sore winner, too.
The cop’s rod is so long and thick, my pussy can barely accommodate him, but I believe in myself.
As he reaches around to stroke my clit, it does a greedy little victory dance.
Of the three of us, I didn’t figure Jason would finish first. But when he does, oh my god, he comes so beautifully. His cock throbs against my tongue once, twice, and then he’s pumping my mouth so full of cum that I have to suck and slurp even harder to keep from wasting any of it.
I come next. The combined ministrations of the cop’s fingers at my clit, his cock balls-deep in my pussy, and Jason’s cum in my mouth sends me over the edge. Full-body orgasm.
My knees knock together. I drool Jason’s cum back onto his cock and scramble to lick at all up.
“Aw, fuck,” the cop moans from behind me. “Oh, god—you’re so fucking hot, honey! You’re so tight! I’m gonna…I’m gonna—”
Whatever he was gonna do, we can always assume, but we’ll never really know. Because just as I’m pretty sure I’m about to be filled up with cum in both ends at once, I hear a hard THUNK! Sound off from behind me.
Then I feel the cop’s body slump to the ground, leaving my pussy aching, gaping, and throbbing in his absence.
Standing over the cop’s unconscious form is one of the most gorgeous men I’ve ever seen, the grip of a pistol still wielded in his hand from where he’s knocked the cop out of it.
“I’m Will,” the gorgeous man says, surveying the scene. “I, uh…thought you folks looked like you needed help.” As his eyes widen, taking it all in, realization dawns on him. “I see now that, uh…might not exactly be the case.”
“Huh,” Jason says, a little dumbfounded.
“Oh well.” I shrug. “It’s nice to meet you, Will. He’s got his handcuffs there on his belt—this might be a good time to use them.”
Obligingly, Will stoops and cuffs the cop’s hands behind his back while I reach across the seat and gather my clothes.
“You got someplace safe we can go?” I ask him, shimmying into my shorts.
“Ah, yeah,” Jason says, zipping up his jeans. “This, uh…well, you can see how this looks.”
Will nods. “I live just up the way. Let me hop in my car and you can, uh, follow me.”
“What about him?” Jason asks, nodding to the cop.
I bite my lip as my gaze lands on the cop’s still-hard man meat, hanging there out of his pants. He wasn’t a bad fuck by any means, but who knows what would have happened if I hadn’t been so willing, y’know?
“We’ll flip his hazards on and we can just…leave him here, I guess,” I say with a shrug. “When he comes to, it will probably all just feel like a really crazy dream.”