“Ugh thank god we’re done,” I said to Jerome as I took off my apron. “Tips were shit tonight.”
He was washing his hands and flicked some water at me. “For real, dude. That 7-top completely stiffed me. $230 bill, the fucks.” He dried his hands with a paper towel and tossed it away. “Tom didn’t do shit.”
Tom was the manager. Young, short, rotund, definitely something to prove. He hated Jerome and didn’t hide it.
“That’s truly fucked,” I scoffed. “We need new jobs.”
“Yup. Hey, feel like getting a drink? It’s Karaoke night over at Preston’s.”
“Nah, not tonight. The new season of Mindhunter is up and I’m sucked in,” I said.
“Dude. It’s streaming. It’ll still be there at 2 a.m.,” Jerome snorted.
Really, I didn’t wanna go be his wingman. Girls *loved* Jerome. Tall, lightly olive skinned, cool jet black hair, that Maroon 5 pseudo-beard. He was a good guy, but he got all the ass when we went out. I’m not ugly. Tall, thin, reddish-blonde hair. I’m cute where he’s striking.
“Yeah, I know. I’m just..I dunno. I’d rather just go burn one and chill, ya know?”
“I guess. Some other time, yeah?” he was texting someone and it felt kinda hollow.
“For sure. But hey, have fun. Sing some Bee Gees for me,” I was turning off the kitchen lights and getting ready to head out.
“Psh nah. I think I might try “Welcome to the Jungle” tonight. I’m feeling lucky,” he said confidently.
I laughed. “Good luck on that one.” We left out the back door and locked up.
“Have fun cumming in your sock, Pat!” Jerome called as we each got into our cars.
“Catch an STI, twat!” I called back.
“Ha if I’m lucky!” Jerome yelled. We waved and drove out in separate directions. I could hear “Call Me Maybe” blasting from his speakers and I rolled my eyes.
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As I pulled out of the parking lot, I noticed the joint I’d rolled earlier and had completely forgotten about. A wide smile came across my face. I didn’t live far from work, but I decided I’d take a ride out on the old rural roads and smoke this fatty to end the evening.
I cued up *Rubber Soul* on Spotify and lit up once I hit the dark, cornfield-lined Route 87. The night was warm but pleasant, so I rolled down my windows and blasted the radio. I toked deeply, holding the sweet smoke in my lungs before exhaling a thick, satisfying cloud. I was already halfway down the joint by the time “Drive My Car” ended.
I turned a corner onto Chillicothe Road and jammed out to the Beatles as I felt the day’s bullshit slip away. Why’d I get so worried about selling the tuna? Just cuz I don’t like a meal doesn’t mean it won’t be good. I have this dumb need to love the thing I’m selling. The restaurant doesn’t care if you love it, just sell it.
My thoughts continued in this manner when the familiar red and blue lights materialized behind me. “Fuck,” I exclaimed as the siren came on, signaling my likely arrest. I tossed the remainder of the joint out the window, instantly regretting it, and pulled over. I turned down the radio and reached for my wallet, my head ablaze with anxiety and inebriation. I was fucked. Weed isn’t as big as deal as it used to be, but driving while high is not looked on so kindly.
The cop car pulled in behind me and waited for what felt like 15 minutes, but was maybe 2. I tried to take deep breaths and calm down. There was a pack of spearmint gum on the dash and I quickly grabbed a piece and stuffed it my mouth, chewing vigorously.
I felt my saliva coming back as the cop’s door opened and swiftly closed. A flashlight beam came into my rear view and I listened intently as the officer slowly approached.
The officer’s many items clinked and squeaked as they approached. “License and registration,” I heard a high-pitched female voice say. A light shined sharply in my eyes and I winced.
“Of course, occifer,” I said, my stomach sinking. “Sorry, OFFicer. Long night,” I tried.
“Uh-huh. Doing a little recreational smoking, are we? I know *that* smell,” she said, chastising me.
“I..um..I guess I..well..,” I stammered.
“Step out of the car, sir,” she said, curtly.
I hung my head a bit and complied. There wasn’t much I could do now. “Yes ma’am,” I said, dejected. I turned off the car and slowly got out.
She took my documents and told me to walk to the back of the car. “Hands on the trunk, sir,” she said, looking at my license. “So Mr….Wheaton. You know it’s illegal to drive intoxicated, yes?”
“Yes, ma’am,” I said. “I was just having a bad night and I made a dumb choice.” For the first time, I got a sense of what the officer looked like. She was about 5’4, with a petite-athletic body. Tight and ropy, like a runner or a climber maybe. Her platinum blonde hair was pulled into a neat bun and tucked behind her police cap. Big, blue eyes. Amazing looking breasts. Her squeaky voice topped it off, though. She was incredibly sexy. I had to remind myself that she probably had to overcome her size all the time on the job, and not to underestimate her.
“Well, I’m gonna have to search you, Mr. Wheaton. Please comply and this will go smoothly,” she said, a chill coming over me.
“Yes, ma’am. Understood.”
She approached me from behind and began patting my shoulders and back. “Anything I should know about in these pockets, Mr. Wheaton?” the officer asked, frisking me.
“Uh I don’t think so. Maybe a lighter?” My thoughts were rushed and clouded. She continued to pat me down, taking her time around my waist and buttocks. I felt a little uneasy.
“You *sure* there’s nothing else in here?” she said, her tone abruptly switching to playful.
“I don’t think..” my sentence was cut off as she cupped my balls from behind.
“Mmm looks like I found something, sir. One minute. Don’t move.” She stepped away for a moment and walked back to her car. I could hear her turn off her engine and the lights atop her car stopped flickering. I heard a belt being unlatched and a clunk as something was tossed into her cruiser. It was almost pitch black and it took my eyes a moment to adjust.
She walked up to me again. “Now, where were we?” she whispered, her lips touching my ear. She returned her hand to my balls over top of my jeans.
“Officer, I..” I winced as she squeezed my balls tightly.
“Tsk tsk, shh shh,” she said. “You said you would comply. You don’t want me to take you in now, do you?” Her touch became sensual and sweet on my ass and balls. My cock had been growing and was now rock hard. “I’m sure the boys back at the station wouldn’t be *nearly* as nice as me,” she cooed.
“Yes, ma’am,” I said, relaxing a bit. I felt conflicted. Clearly she was abusing her power, but I didn’t really mind all of a sudden.
She grabbed my ass cheeks and gave them a squeeze. “Mm, tight,” she said. “I love a firm ass to grab while I’m being fucked.” She began kissing the back of my neck and unbuckling my belt from behind.
“Yeah?” I said, starting to get into it. “Something else is getting hard now.” I turned my head to the side to meet her lips. We kissed like that, and she lightly nibbled my lower lip.
“Turn around,” she said. My pants were undone now and hung loose.
I did. Immediately, she dropped to her knees, taking my pants and underwater off in one swift motion. My 9” cock, firm as marble, sprung free and bounced briefly in the warm, night air. Her eyes bulged in the moonlight, clear as day.
“My *my*! Looks like my lucky night,” she said, looking up at me, doe-eyed.
“No no, officer. It’s *my* lucky night,” I said, touching her face. She leaned into it and closed her eyes for a moment.
All at once, she grabbed my cock and stuffed it into her mouth, taking me in about halfway before she pulled it out slightly, locked her lips down and began suckling it like a nipple. I could feel her tongue flicking my hole as she rested there. It was heavenly.
She popped me out of her mouth audibly. “Nice cock, Mr. Wheaton. Looks like you may get off with a warning.”
With that, she began sucking me in earnest, her hand following the line of her mouth. The sensation was overwhelming. Her wet, loud sucks had my cock fully doused in saliva, her mouth gliding up and down it with ease. She was exceptionally skilled at sucking, and I told her so.
“Oh yeah? Don’t cum too fast big boy. I’m not done with you yet.”
As if on cue, I could feel my orgasm building in my balls. I regretted not jerking off the last few days. Even still, had I cum right before I was pulled over, I wouldn’t have lasted long like this.
“Ooh, slow down, baby,” I seethed through clenched teeth. “Don’t wanna cum just yet.”
She stopped, a pearl of cum collected at my cock’s tip. It gleamed in the moonlight, then began to drip towards the road in a long, thin line. The officer watched it for a moment before stopping down to collect it in her mouth. “Mm. Sweet,” she said, winking. “You better have another one in you.”
She removed her hat and took her hair from the bun, her long, golden hair falling sensually around her shoulders. “Here. You do it,” she whispered, taking my hands and placing them on her head. I smiled and twisted my fingers into her silky hair.
Holding her in place, I began slowly pumping into her perfect mouth. God, she knew exactly how to hold it open. A pro cocksucker, this one. She began to get a little impatient and started sucking deeper. I took the cue and began to go more forcefully.
With two hands, I fucked her face. Hard. She moaned and accepted me, *guk guk guk* sounds emitting from her. My balls began to tighten and I knew I was primed to blast a giant load. “Oh, baby, that’s it. That’s it!” I exclaimed, my cum shooting up through my urethra. “Here it comes!”
I stuffed my cock deep into her throat once more and pulled it out a bit. I wanted my cum to land on her tongue. I wanted her to taste it.
My eruption was legendary. One final thrust and I exploded in her mouth. She gagged a bit on the first pulse. It was certainly a huge cumshot. I could feel ropes and globs of cum fire from my tip as she took over and sucked me again. Her head feverishly bobbed up and down on my dick as jets continually fired in. There was so much, that it began spilling from the corners of her mouth. She reached her hands up to collect it and push it back in. This little slut wasn’t missing any. I smiled.
My cock began to soften a little as the spasms subsided. She still hadn’t removed me from her mouth. There had to be a gallon of jizz in there.
She slowly took me out of her mouth and my shrinking cock fell limp. She was still massaging my balls and looked up at me. Tilting her head back, she opened up and showed me the white pool in her mouth. It was entirely filled with pearly, glistening cum, bubbling behind her teeth. Her eyes widened, then closed as she swallowed it down with an audible *gulp*.
“Mmmmm. Mr Wheaton! Such a load!” She squeezed my balls lightly and extracted another bit of sperm. Keeping eye contact, she flicked her tongue like a lizard and took the dribble in her mouth, drinking that down, too.
“Wow, Officer. Just, wow,” I said, breathless. “Sorry I came so quick. You’re too good.”
She was kissing my increasingly sensitive cock lightly. “That was tasty. My compliments to the chef,” she giggled.
I blushed. “I cooked it just for you, ma’am.”
“Sarah,” she said. “Call me Sarah.”
“You got it, Sarah. I’m Patrick,” I smiled down at her. She stood up and kissed me passionately on the lips. “Really good to meet you.”
“Same,” she winked. “Care for a smoke?” she asked, reaching into her pocket and producing a pack of American Spirits.
“Fuck yeah,” I said, pulling up my pants. “Thanks.” I took one from the pack that she’d opened and presented to me.
“Don’t think I’m done with him yet,” she said, cupping my flaccid cock over my underwear. “He’s got more holes to prod.”
I laughed. “Well, to be honest, I’ve got a pretty good refractory period. Just give him a few and he’ll be at attention before you know it.”
“Good,” she said, lighting her smoke and dragging deeply on it. “Mmm, tobacco tastes so sweet after I swallow.”
I could feel my cock stir again merely at her saying *swallow.* I caressed her face and she smiled at me. “I’m glad,” I said, reaching in for another kiss. I lit my smoke and inhaled the tasty organic tobacco. She leaned into me and we stood cuddling, looking off across the cornfield.
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