Fuck the Police
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Chapter 2: Black Cop Fucks a Teen Smokeshow
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2: Black Cop Fucks a Teen Smokeshow - Stories of the police fucking shit up.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Reluctant Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction FemaleDom Humiliation Rough Sadistic Gang Bang Interracial Black Male Black Female White Male White Female Oriental Female Analingus Cream Pie Facial Oral Sex Pegging Sex Toys Big Breasts Leg Fetish Size Small Breasts
Brent Taylor sighed. Another day driving around the neighborhood with nothing to do. Cops got a bad rap these days, but as far as he was concerned, he had signed up to do the right thing. Law and order and doing the right thing were ideals he believed in. The most he was doing these days was dealing was petty crimes, getting dispatches to deal with noise complaints and old people bitching about kids playing around on their skateboards. He thought that shit was old-fashioned, things you’d hear about in the 90s and aughts and here in this day and age it was still happening. The most badass thing he ever did was putting on a mean face and telling people who were being a nuisance to move along.
And even then it wasn’t what he had hoped for. Big tall black man with a badge, he knew he looked damn imposing. But more than a few times they ignored him, some even laughed at him. That wasn’t the deal he had signed up for. Didn’t get any respect and more importantly he didn’t get any action. The ladies had no time for him.
He considered himself a serious man, someone respectable and under control. That didn’t keep him from feeling the temper flare up when dealing with some of the dumber shit he had to put up with, found himself more than a few times wanting to deliver some real police brutality. Somehow he was able to keep it under control.
Right now he was on a truancy run. Apparently a girl who was supposed to be in school for the past several days had been cutting class for a week straight. She didn’t take the bus, she would get rides from her older friends on the pretense that she would be going to school and then just never showed up. Her parents were up to their arms in disappointment on how she had turned out and told the police to do everything they could to track her down. Brent knew what the girl looked like, now all he had to do was find her.
On the sidewalks it was just life as normal. People walking their dogs, the homeless begging for change, and just a whole lot of nothing interesting. And he was being asked to babysit some stupid white girl with an attitude problem.
“They ain’t paying me enough for this shit,” he muttered.
Several blocks later far off from town, he saw her. On the more deserted part of town at an old abandoned elementary school, she was a little on the shorter side than he expected, barely 5’3. But compared to everyone else he saw before, she was unmistakable. Talk about a smokeshow, long brown hair with one side tied into a ponytail, she looked like one of those hip trendy girls who acted like she was too good to talk to you. Dressed like one too, little t-shirt tied tight behind her back to show her midriff and hugging her body. Had a nice flat stomach with bulging abs, you wouldn’t think a girl who put this much care into herself would be off playing hooky. Wearing really tight pants too, they perfectly accentuated her big legs and showed her wide hips and the beginning of her ghetto booty hanging out. An actual smokeshow too, she was taking a drag off a cigarette while looking at her phone, she looked like a little whore.
Probably done her fair share of that too. Nah, she’s probably just lost and needs some guidance.
It didn’t matter. He was gonna get this girl and that would be the end of this stupid errand. Pulling on over, she didn’t even look up from her phone. The whole way here he had gotten glances from nearly everyone at his cop car. This little brat was still staring at her phone like he didn’t matter.
Brent turned on the police sirens. She only looked up momentarily like she was looking at a fly buzzing around her head and then she just flicked off some ash from her cigarette and was back to scrolling on her phone. He’d make sure she knew what was up.
Stepping out of the car, he approached her. “Lindsay Baker.”
She slightly moved her face up without looking at him. Had on a fair bit of makeup with shiny red gloss and eyeshadow, her cute features only made her flippant expression that much more insulting. Staring at her phone, her eyes almost glazed over, but at the same time he could tell she was paying attention to him now. Her face was blank.
“You’ve been playing truant for too long. Come on, it’s time to go.”
She looked up at him for several seconds without saying anything and then she just looked back down at her phone. Finally she said, “Don’t call me that.”
“Come again?”
“Lindsay. Don’t call me that.”
That’s right, he’d been told she went by a nickname. “Fine Zay. Let’s get you back.”
She spit on the pavement and looked straight back up at him. “Don’t call me that either! Only my friends can call me that. Some popo asshole sure as fuck can’t.”
Brent slapped his forehead. “Whatever, I don’t care! Just get in the car!”
She suddenly bust out laughing. “For what?”
“You’re skipping school.”
“I’m not skipping school, I’m here at school. Hard at work, putting one on the gram. Is that really a fucking crime?”
She bent over and putting her phone’s camera over her behind, took a picture. Brent was getting fed up with this girl, but he did have to admit she looked good. Those tight pants did nothing to cover her wide hips, showing the beginning of her shapely rump and her asscrack, not to mention teasing her admirers knowing she had one hell of a killer pair of legs under it. He was starting to think she really was out here whoring herself out.
Then she turned around to look back at him. Smiling a little bit now, she took a drag off her cigarette and blow a puff of smoke right into his face. Her smug expression and the way her hair was styled into that bratty little side ponytail, she really did look like a she devil. “What’s the problem officer?”
“That’s it!” He snatched her by the arm.
“Hey! HEY old man!”
“Old man? I’m only thirty-thr...”
“Hey!” she said looking at him real close. “If I do a little something for you, will you let me go?” she said in a low voice.
“You do something for me.”
“Yeah you know. Got a big meat in there,” Lindsay said looking straight at his crotch. “Wouldn’t mind smoking that instead of these all the time,” she said, tossing the cigarette aside. “Not to mention some other things too...” Whole time she was staring at his crotch. Then she looked up at him with a girlish smile and winked at him. She whispered, “I know just the place.” She flitted her head back towards the old beat up looking playground.
Brent looked at her again. He already liked the way she looked and her proposition and the vibes she was giving off, he wanted to believe it. And it had been so long since he had gotten some real action.
Not to mention he was ready to enjoy the privileges of his station.
Her grabbing the organ swelling in his pants made his decision for him. Brent growled like an animal, he already had a naturally big dick but the way she was grabbing him was getting him even bigger. He was bigger than her too, but it was clear she held the power over him.
“You like that daddy?” she hissed.
“I told you I’m only...” he started, but then she kissed him. He could already taste her cherry flavored gloss and then she was pushing her tongue forward. It surprised him how easily he opened his mouth to let her in and then they were both making out before he even realized it. There was the flavor of fresh smoke on her tongue and it only got him more turned on. All the while she was jacking off the fat monster in his pants.
“Fuck it,” he said, spinning her around and seized her tight ass. Lindsay had been flaunting that thing in her pants and he was all too ready to get in on it, felt just as good in his hand as he imagined it would. She just bit her lip in a warped smile, it was getting her so turned on. He slapped one of her cheeks so hard they bounced in those fuck me pants, he couldn’t believe it. “You like that you bad girl?”
“Oh yes daddy, it’s so fucking good!” she wailed loudly. He was so glad this place was practically deserted. Narrowing her eyes like a fox she said, “I love it when you call me that...”
“Daddy’s gonna fucking punish his bad girl.”
Snatching up that arm he dragged her towards the playground.
She giggled the whole time. A high pitched sound, he’d been excited since looking at her and the jubilant way she was going about was getting him even more turned on. This was gonna be such a good one.
As soon as they were on the playground, Brent was surprised when she suddenly took initiative. She had stopped right in her tracks and he looked back at her to enforce his police authority and pull her forward. But then she was pushing him and made him sit down on one of the rocking horses.
Giggling, the bad girl got down on her knees. “I bet daddy’s even more hung than a horse,” she said massaging his dick in his pants while looking up at him straight in the eyes.
Brent grunted. “How about you stop talking and show daddy how well behaved you are.”
“Oh daddy, but you’ll still love me if I’m a bad girl won’t you?”
He chuckled. “Daddy knows the only thing can you be is a bad girl.”
Undoing the button of his pants, she took the zipper into her teeth. Not breaking eye contact with him the whole time, she pulled it down until his dick throbbing in his boxer shorts was right before her face. Looking at it this time, she closed her eyes and moved her face all over it like she was a bad little pussy cat.
Very slowly, she pulled down his boxer shorts. His big dark penis hung right over her face like a club, it made her look so small. But she wasn’t put off by it one bit and grabbing his organ with both of her hands and slowly stroking him like a natural, she started sucking his balls. Brent sat back, he couldn’t believe this little girl was already handling him better than any of the girlfriends he ever had.
Pressing her lips on his sack, the bad girl let out a copious flow of her saliva. Moving a hand down to his swollen testicles, she massaged them using her spit as a lubricant while kissing all over the shaft of his penis. From the base of the shaft to the tip of the cockhead, there wasn’t a place she left untouched. In spite of their raunchy activities, with her freckles and the way she was being affectionate with it, she looked very cherubic and childlike.