Chapter 7 - The Officer

 Luckily for Charlotte, her hometown was one of the quietest and nicest places around. 

 At twenty-five, she served as an officer following a long line of family members that did the same. Tall and blonde, with a prominent brow, deep-set eyes, and chiseled features, she could have just as well been a top model or a statue. But despite her years of training as a gymnast, the hard body she earned would only be used to serve the law. 

 The new outfit they gave her was the only thing she found inconvenient. Over the years, studies showed that men felt more comfortable with female police officers if they approached them in an open way, which is how they ended up a few years ago by disposing of the regular uniform and replacing it with a tight-fitting tank top.

 Some in the newest generation were chosen to test out whether revealing the bust entirely might help improve relations with citizens even more. Given her record and connections, Charlotte was among the first picked. 

 Now she stood in the shade at the intersection wearing her visored hat and shorts; the badge was affixed to her belt, right over the crotch, her immense breasts swaying with her relaxed breathing in the sun. Looking around at the passersby, all she wanted was for the warm day to end so she could get back home. It was Friday, and she and her husband were planning on going with friends to barbecue over the weekend. 

 Every so often a man would pass by that would grope her breasts in greeting and pass on. Charlotte bit her lip and kept quiet, knowing it was her duty to serve the community. 

 Just half an hour before she was about to go home for the day, she could see her usual suspect coming up. George was massive in both height and width, a homeless troublemaker that went around wearing a stained tropical shirt as he tried to harass the various women going about their business. His long and greasy hair was almost as reflective as his sunglasses.

 Charlotte found a way to put an end to his bullshit, as well as that of other men.

“Officer,” he said as he came up to her. His hands went up to her breasts immediately and squeezed them so hard that she tripped backwards and grunted. “I need your help. I’m getting the urges again.”

“I’ve told you to call emergencies first.”

“I did, but they’re backed up right now. And I can’t take it anymore. If you don’t help me, I’m going to do something bad. Please, officer, ma’am...”

 Did this really have to happen now? Just as she was about to go home? Charlotte gritted her teeth and grabbed him by his thick hairy wrists. He moved them away from her breasts and took a deep breath. “Calm down, Mr. Weller, let’s take this one step at a time. Would you please follow me?” 

 Charlotte led him into one of the nearby alleys. As soon as they were out of earshot or eyesight of the people in the street, his fingers ripped into her tits again and groped them savagely as she trembled against the cold hard wall of the building.

“God, I need these…” said George quietly.

“Just take your urges out on them, sir,” she told him. “That’s what I’m here for. Do your business and make sure you leave schoolgirls and wives going home alone.” 

 George gave her a serious look and bobbed his jawled head. “Yes, ma’am.” 

 There was so much brutish and simpleminded strength in his hands that Charlotte knew her breasts would be aching for days after this and might even get bruised by the end of it all. Just my luck… 

 George pinched her nipples hard enough that she cried out. He grinned. “I got you this time.”

 Charlotte fumed but kept her rage under control. “Try not to hurt me like that again, sir,” she threatened. 

“No problem.” He reached down and rushed to undo his pants, then uncinched the belt of her shorts as his powerful cock twitched between his legs. 

 Charlotte accepted what was to come with the stoic detachment she practiced ever since her childhood. It was just what needed to happen, so there was no point in resisting it. It will be over soon anyway.

 George was so aroused that he stuck it into her without any foreplay and forced it in as deep as it could go. He impaled Charlotte and raised her against his body, sinking his hands into her petite but bubbly butt as he fucked her. 

 He was like a hairy ape, the look in his eyes nothing short of bestial as he used her. Charlotte grabbed onto him for support and worked through the discomfort of it all in her own mind, doing her best to pleasure him at any cost. His giant hands locked-onto her tiny waist as he rammed his cock into her repeatedly and groaned, grinding his shaft along her stretched pussy.

“Fuck,” he said. “Officer, would you mind sucking me off?”

 George let go and let her slide off his cock. Charlotte glanced down at the dripping shaft, feeling her pussy wet with its seed. He had come inside of her already, but his dick was just as hard as before. 

 She put her hands on it and started stroking then got to her knees. George helped bring her face up into his sweaty balls and smothered her against them before he slapped the cock against her face and brought the tip up to her full lips. “Could I put it inside, please?”

 Charlotte sighed with annoyance and opened up. “Help yourself.” 

 George crammed the dripping head into her mouth and then tried to shove the rest of it down. He grabbed onto her blonde hair with both hands and plunged down her throat, bringing her up until her lips kissed the base of his dick. 

 He pulled it out halfway and let the drool escape from her mouth and their eyes met. He was as excited and joyful as she was bored and upset. “Can you please use your tongue?”

 Charlotte gently massaged the pulsating shaft in her mouth and saw him grin. “Just like that,” he said. “I love it.” 

 He slammed it back down her throat and facefucked her as roughly as he could, his balls slapping against her face each time he filled her all the way up. After so many years on the job her throat was used to the work, so there wasn’t much difficulty in taking it no matter how irritating it could be. 

 George grunted like an ogre and started shooting his hot load directly into her tummy. It went on like that for several powerful thrusts, but he was still firing when he took it out and put the head against her forehead, making sure the following ropes of seed all went down her face and chest. 

 At least he’s done, thought Charlotte. 

 But it was when he tried putting it back inside her mouth that she moved her head away in confusion. “I thought you finished, sir?” she said, almost too snappily.

“Finished?” George laughed and used his palm to rub the cum hanging down her nose into the rest of her face and beautiful lips. “Not even close. I told you, ma’am, I have urges today. I don’t know when I’ll be done.”

“Oh…” Crestfallen, Charlotte reached for her walkie talkie. “This is Officer Morenth requesting backup. I repeat…” 

 George was passing the slick head over her face as they confirmed backup would be there in a couple of minutes. He wanted to put it back into her mouth but Charlotte lifted a finger to hold him off for just another second. 

 She rang her husband on the phone. “Honey? I’m going to be a little late today. We’ve got some, ah!” - the cock slapped loudly against her lips and made her jump - “things we gotta take care of.” 

 Charlotte had barely gotten a chance to say goodbye to him properly before the massive cock forced its way back down her throat and got stuffed. George had his way with her for two more minutes and came again, sending an additional wave of cum over her head that left her blonde locks completely drenched. 

 The blare of a cop car could be heard in the street and then it went off as an engine stopped. Two more cops showed up, one a little older and still wearing her old-generation tank top, the one with her breasts bouncing freely as she rushed over to George. “Is there a problem, sir?”

 He licked his lips as he looked at her inverted nipples and stroked the undersides of her breasts. “Why don’t you two officers tend to my balls real quick? Would that be okay?”

 The older one dropped to her knees and crawled under his balls at once. “Happy to serve, sir.” The younger one did the same and then both of them were lapping at his nuts. 

 George slapped his shaft hard against Charlotte’s face and readied her for another throat session. “You still good, officer?” 
 Charlotte just wanted to go home. But her duty was to be here. “Don’t stop until you’re done, sir.” 