3 comments/ 41846 views/ 6 favorites A Cop Fetish By: solahsystah22 Jennifer Solomos was heading east on I-10 towards her condo in Santa Monica, blasting Green Day on the car stereo. She wanted nothing more than to get away from her good-for-nothing fiancé, Christos Lillis. Since she was a child, Chris had always been a pure, unadulterated, chauvinistic jerk in Jennifer's eyes. There was little wonder why he was still unmarried at nearly forty years old. One reason was that god awful personality and the other was that since she'd been born, she'd been promised to him. Now that she'd graduated from college, her marriage was a mere three weeks away. If it weren't for her parents being such great fucking friends with the Lillises, and if it weren't for the huge inheritance that she stood to forfeit by not marrying Chris, she would not have had anything to do with him. As it was, however, she had little choice in the matter. Her parents had long given her the ultimatum: marry Chris and continue to live the good life in Santa Monica, or run away and be a starving bum somewhere without daddy's blessings, and worse, without his checkbook. It was a no-brainer, right? Jennifer seemed to think so. She and Chris had just gotten into another big fight; one of the many fights that were characteristic of their rocky relationship. This time, it had been in public, on a rooftop restaurant above the Four Seasons hotel in L.A. It had been such a stupid argument; Chris had insisted on her ordering a vegetarian dish for dinner when what she really wanted was a cheeseburger. She hadn't even wanted to go to this fancy-shmancy restaurant. After a huge commotion, she ordered the food, but then stormed out before it arrived. A burger and milkshake would have been fine for her, but Chris was constantly telling her that she'd gain weight eating that type of food. He was one to talk. Balding on top, pudgy in the middle and hairy everywhere else, Chris was fifteen years her senior and definitely the one who needed to worry about his weight, among other things. Truth is, Jennifer has always been skinny as a beanpole; it's the only blessing she got from her parents without asking. At twenty-three, she now had the vivacious curves of a woman, and the signature Greek ass, but her body was still thin enough to rival any Hollywood actress. Jennifer pulled the car over on the side of the road. She'd been masturbating since she was very young, and she did it often to relieve stress. Also, she'd been incredibly horny as of late. She was a young woman with a healthy sexual appetite, and whatever it was Chris thought he was dong to her in bed was not cutting it. She leaned over and got her blue six-inch latex vibrator out of the glove box. Lifting up the bottom of her dress and pulling her panties to the side, she turned her vibe on and placed it on her clit. Immediately she could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter with the rapid stimulation. She closed her eyes, moaned and licked the fingers of one hand, pinching and caressing her nipples with them. She licked her lips as she rocked the vibrator back and forth on her clitoris, basking in the waves of pleasure and sensation that overtook her body as she came. While her pussy was still throbbing from her clitoral orgasm, she took the vibrator, wet with her own cum and juices, and slid it inside. She fucked herself with the vibrator, her fist hitting her labia as she buried it in her pussy nearly to the hilt. A light sweat glistened on her forehead despite the air conditioner being run at full blast. After a few minutes of intense cunt fucking, Jennifer came again. When she pulled back onto the freeway, Jennifer was a little bit more relaxed, but not completely. When she got home, with a bit more space, she could really fuck herself before Chris came home and wanted to screw her for all of two and a half minutes. Just thinking about Chris made her stress level rise again, and she was pretty much in the same state as she was pre-masturbation. Jennifer couldn't imagine how this day could get any worse. Earlier this morning, Buttons, her 14-year-old Siamese cat, had passed away, and now there was the fight with Chris. Her life was a wreck, and she just wanted to get home. Her foot was heavy on the accelerator, but her mind was wandering, and she paid it very little attention as she weaved in and out of the heavy L.A. traffic. First there were the lights flashing in her rearview. Jennifer slowed down, hoping the cop would speed up and pass her. Instead, the officer got directly behind her and hit the siren in two short beats. Whoop whoop, it whined. "Oh, my god, this can't be happening to me!" Jennifer muttered under her breath. She'd just gotten a ticket yesterday for reckless driving. Being pulled over twice in one week was terrible; twice in two days was ridiculous. She decided that it wasn't going to happen. She merged over into a lane further to the left and pressed her foot down on the accelerator, allowing her Mercedes to speed up to 120 mph. With this bold move, the squad car behind her put the sirens on full blast mode, and they shrieked and whined as the cop came in quick pursuit. Aware of the rate of speed at which she was moving, Jennifer gripped the wheel with both hands so tightly that her knuckles turned white as snow. She continued to careen in and out of traffic, dodging cars left and right, but she couldn't seem to evade the police officer. She chanced a peek into her rearview mirror, and the cop was right on her tail. Ahead, she was coming to her Santa Monica exit, but she couldn't risk getting off the interstate just yet. Instead she merged over into the rightmost lane so she could head north on the 405. As she got off, a slight drizzle began to fall from the smog-filled sky. "Shit!" Jennifer said, and switched on the wipers. She didn't need the fucking rain right now, but of course that's what would come. Just another shitty chapter in her fucked up life, she thought. How had her life gotten so messed up? She was born into privilege, the silver spoon was stuck practically down her throat; but somehow her life was all a shambles. She didn't want to be stuck in the rain, she didn't want to be running from the police, and she didn't want to marry Chris. Jennifer tried to fight back tears, but they would not let up. Like the rain falling outside, the water in her eyes got heavier and clouded her vision. Still speeding, she let go of the wheel to find a tissue for her eyes, and rear ended the blue Volkswagen Jetta that was in front of her. She slammed on the brakes, but she slid and it was already too late. Her airbag poofed out from the steering wheel. She had been wearing her seatbelt, so she wasn't hurt that badly, just a few cuts and bruises. As the car stopped, the rain let up. What luck. Jennifer got out of her car. The black Mercedes was bad, but not too bad. The damage to the Jetta was minimal, but it's driver, a fat, pimply kid no more than seventeen or eighteen was wide-eyed and hysterical as he emerged from his vehicle. "G-goddamnit!" he stuttered. "I-I love this car! I just s-started p-paying for this car! Y-you fucking b-bitch!" He was turning so red that his zits were barely visible, and Jennifer was tempted to stand there, arms folded, and wait till he exploded. But there was no time for that. Jennifer looked over her shoulder. Traffic in their lane was already at a standstill for miles back, but she could still see the blue and red police lights in the distance. She had to get away, and there wasn't much time. She took out her checkbook and wrote a check for the boy. "I think this will take care of everything." The boy took the check, and his jaw dropped when he saw the amount. "Damn," he said. Impossibly, his bug eyes grew even wider. "This is more than I make in a year!" "I'm sure. It will be enough, yes?" Running out of time... "Hell yeah! I could buy three J-Jettas with this!" "Good. Then go do that, but there's one condition. You can't go to the police." "Lady, as soon as I know the check's cashable, you w-won't know I even exist." "That's great. Your car's drivable. Get going." Without another word, the kid got in his car and sped away. But that little dialogue had cost her precious time. She got into her Mercedes and merged back into traffic. The road was slick, as it tends to be after a light rain. It's actually the most dangerous after a light rain than it is after a heavier rain; the water mixes with the oil on the road and causes cars to hydroplane. Being the daughter of the man who owned the largest Mercedes car dealership in the country, she would know about this. But she paid no attention to it now, and risked getting into another accident by beginning to speed again. But Jennifer wouldn't get another chance to get away. Something under the hood was smoking, and by now the cop that was pursuing her was right behind her. The last thing she wanted was to get into another accident, so she gave up the ghost and pulled over. Hopefully the cop would understand her dilemma once he found out who she was. She hoped it was a he, anyway. *** The rookie cop got out, gun drawn. He walked up to the Mercedes cautiously, hoping that the person inside was not armed. What had started out as a routine traffic stop had turned into a full-blown chase in a matter of seconds. What he didn't understand is why the driver didn't pull over when he'd made the signal. It was only a traffic violation. If this person was driving a Mercedes, then they could afford a damned traffic ticket. He sighed. Why did people want to make his job so difficult? The cop tapped on the mirror-tinted window of the Mercedes. Those are illegal, he thought to himself. The entire front end of the car was totaled and letting off a foul smelling smoke. It was a wonder how they even got it to crank up, let alone try to get away again. The driver side power window slid down. Slowly the view changed from that of his own reflection to the face of a beautiful woman. The cop was taken aback at her beauty for a split second. She had beautiful, silky black hair, sparkling deep green eyes, and beautifully tanned skin. But it was only for a split second, and then he remembered his job. "May I see your license, registration, and insurance?" He asked, in as stern a cop voice as he could muster. "What seems to be the problem, officer?" the girl asked. The cop was almost speechless. "Wha--? Um, Ma'am, I'm gonna need you to step out of the vehicle, and keep your hands where I can see them." "Ok, I will," she said. "But only if you promise not to shoot me." Those lips. So full and luscious, the cop almost wanted to kiss them. Damn, working all the time sure left little time for anything else. He was horny, but he couldn't let that affect his job. The girl stepped out of the car, wearing a knee length strapless green summer dress, one that showed off all her curves perfectly. She had a beautiful body, but the feature that stood out was her ass. The girl had ass for days. *** Jennifer got out of her car and smoothed out her dress, and took a look at the young police officer as he re-holstered his gun. He was beautiful. Tall and dark skinned, with brown eyes and straight white teeth, she guessed he was of Hispanic origin. His biceps rippled out of the short sleeves of his uniform. Really a fine specimen of a man. She also noticed how the cop was ogling her, just as shamelessly. "So, what's the problem, officer...? Nuñez?" "What's the problem?" He asked incredulously. "Take a look at the front end of your car, for one. Also you were speeding. I clocked you at 123 mph. At the most you would have received a traffic citation, but now I'm going to have to bring you in on reckless driving, leaving the scene of an accident, and evading a police officer," Nuñez said. "What? Bring me in where?" "To the station," he said, and began reading her Miranda rights to her. "You have the right to remain silent..." "Hold up. Do you know who I am?" Jennifer asked. "I'm Jennifer Solomos, of Solomos Mercedes? You really don't have to go through with all this. My father will see to it that you are compensated for your trouble." Nuñez couldn't believe his ears. Was he being bribed? "Compensated? Are you trying to bribe me, miss?" "Bribe is such a harsh word. I'd rather say it was a gift for your kindness." She took out her checkbook and wrote yet another check. Her father wouldn't miss the money, not at all. And spending it was a helluva lot better than spending the night in jail. "Ma'am, you really don't need to--" "Nonsense. Here, take this and we can call it a day, hmm?" Nuñez took the check, and his eyes widened nearly as much as the pimply kid's did earlier, but only for a split second. He ripped the check in two and stuffed the pieces in his pocket. "Ma'am I'm going to need to restrain you." He grabbed her by the shoulder and swung her around, taking both her wrists in one big hand and cuffing them behind her back. Jennifer couldn't believe this. "What? What are you doing? Get your filthy hands off of me! Do you know who I am? My father will have your head for this!" She struggled against the cop's grip, but it was useless. It was more likely that her father would have her head. Getting arrested was also a deal-breaker in her inheritance contract. Bad publicity was not good for the family business. She had to get out of this somehow. "Do I need to charge you with resisting arrest as well?" Nuñez asked calmly. "No." Jennifer said. "Good girl." The cop put Jennifer into the squad car, holding her head down roughly as he did. The handcuffs hurt Jennifer's wrists and she really wished that he would have some sort of sympathy towards her. *** The cop ran his fingers to his silky black hair as drove down to the station. Some nerve this chick had, trying to bribe him. He could not be bought, for any price. But one thing he wished was that he and Jennifer could have met under other circumstances. Now he wouldn't have a snowball's chance in hell of scoring with her. Not that he had time to, anyway. Being a rookie cop, his schedule was frantic; it seemed as if he was always on the go. When they arrived downtown at the police station, it was deserted. Not a squad car in sight. His shift was about to be over, so he decided to park his squad car in the overnight garage. For a moment, Nuñez wondered what the deal was. Then he remembered that the annual Diversity Night Parade celebration was happening tonight, and would last into the wee hours of the morning. It was something that the mayor started to celebrate the city's diversity. Almost the whole of his district was assigned crowd control duty. Only the desk-job veterans and rookie cops like him were doing city patrol. When he signed on to be a police officer, he didn't expect to be a traffic cop. But a job like this was only a rung on the ladder, and so he took it without much lip. He got out of the car, and pulled on the door handle. As soon as the door's safety was released, the door burst open, and Jennifer Solomos jumped out, furious and holding the handcuffs with one hand. "Wha—what?" Nuñez was flabbergasted. "How'd you get out of those?" "What, these?" Jennifer said, holding up the handcuffs. The silvery metal glinted in the streetlight. "It's a trick an old friend taught me. But never mind that, eh? What do you say you let me go, I'll call my father and we can forget all about this?" "Absolutely not; give me my handcuffs." "Why? So you can put them on my wrists again? That really hurt, you know." "It's supposed to," Nuñez retorted. "You're a criminal." "Criminal? I hardly think so," Jennifer said. "You could've just let me go and thought nothing of it." "You're old enough to know that that's not the way things work." He reached for the handcuffs and pulled hard, retrieving them easily. Jennifer's reflexes and strength were no match for his. *** Jennifer was running out of both time and options. Pretty soon this cop was going to arrest her, and she'd be in jail, with heaven knows what kind of people. If she wanted out, she'd have to call her father, and if he found out she was in jail, if anybody found out she'd been in jail, she'd lose her money. She couldn't allow that to happen. She tried to make a run for it, but he quickly caught her by the arm, securing her body against the car with his. "Whoa-oh-oh, where do you think you're going?" "You don't understand. I cannot get arrested. It will mess up my inheritance." "Inheritance? You some kind of princess or something?" "I told you who I am; Jennifer Solomos. My dad owns all of the Solomos Mercedes dealerships. I know you've seen the commercials." "So you think just because you're some spoiled little rich girl that you can get away with anything?" Nuñez said, narrowing his eyes. He detested these types; he'd gone out with a few high-maintenance chicks, and all they turned out to be was trouble. "No, I was just thinking maybe we could work out some sort of agreement," Jennifer said, a hint of desperation in her voice. "Listen, I'll do anything if you let me go. Anything you want me to do, I'll do. Just please let me go. Please." Their bodies were so close in the deserted garage that Jennifer could smell his mint-fresh breath, could feel his heartbeat and the cold metal of his badge as it pressed into her skin. She couldn't believe she was about to do what she was thinking about doing, but if it meant she'd be able to keep her money, then she'd do it. "You thought wrong," Nuñez said. "We can't work anything out. I don't want you to do anything for me, except turn around and let me put these cuffs back on." "No, I can't do it." "What do you mean you can't do it?" "You're leaning on me." Jennifer said, giggling. "Yeah?" Nuñez asked. Seeing those smiling green eyes revealed to him something about her personality that he'd missed before. She may or may not be a spoiled brat, but she was definitely beautiful. And leaning his body on her like this felt like it fit. It fit so well that he could feel his cock harden in his tight uniform pants. Jennifer noticed the change in him immediately. "Are you sure you don't want anything?" she asked. Despite her earlier masturbation session, she found herself extremely turned on by this man. Nuñez said nothing. He wanted her badly; he wanted to fuck her, to violate her. If this rich girl didn't want to be arrested, then he wouldn't do it, but he'd make her pay for the privilege. He bent down and kissed her roughly. He stuck his tongue in her mouth and found hers; they intertwined in a dance, intermittently stopping to peck on the lips. Nuñez had had enough of kissing. He reached around to the back her neck and pulled the knot loose that was holding her dress up. As the top of her dress fell, he immediately put his mouth on one of her perky tits. They weren't huge, rather smallish actually with large cinnamon brown nipples just two or three shades darker than her olive skin. He licked and sucked on her tit, while she moaned and begged for more. "Oh you like that, do you, you little slut?" Jennifer didn't answer; she only moaned and raised one hand in an attempt to put Nuñez's lips back on her nipple. "Un-unh," Nuñez said. "Answer me. All little sluts like their nipples sucked by strangers. Tell me you like it, like the slut you are." "Oh yes," Jennifer panted. The truth was she loved having her nipples stimulated. Her pussy was so wet she might cum just from his sucking on them. Again she tried to push his head down. "Yes what?" He wanted her to say his name. "Yes...Officer Nuñez," she panted. That would do. "That's right," Nuñez said, and went back to sucking. This time he went for the other perky breast. He ran his tongue in lazy circles around her nipple, exciting all the sensitive spots there before closing his mouth on he rock hard bud. He ran his hand slowly down her hard, flat tummy, grazed ever so slightly over the top of her pussy, rubbed her lightly through the thin fabric of her dress, causing her to let out a low, guttural moan. She spread her thighs slightly, unconsciously, allowing him full access to her sex if he wanted to take it. A Cop Fetish "Oh, you like that too, huh?" Nuñez asked, but he skipped the pleasantries this time. He lifted up the bottom of her dress and exposed her pussy, loving the way she had just a cute little patch of downy hair on it. He spread her lips to find her clit and fondled her. Just like he expected her to, just like the slut she was, Jennifer cried out loudly, the sound reverberating off the garage's walls. He ran his fingers briefly over her inner lips and then brought them to his mouth to taste her. Oh, he hadn't smelled the sweet fragrance of a woman's pussy in forever, it seemed. He wanted to pace himself, but the task was proving to be impossible. He slid his fingers into her dripping wet snatch, moving slowly at first but steadily gaining speed. Jennifer swayed with the heady pleasure; it was all she could do to keep her footing, even with her leaning against the squad car. This was so much better than anything Chris had done to her, better even than when she played with herself. She'd felt his cock with her hand earlier, but now she wanted to feel it inside of her. She wondered if he was bigger than Chris. She reached for his cock, running her hand up and down the length of the shaft through the tight uniform pants. If this was any measure, then he was definitely bigger—much bigger. She moved her hand up to his waist and loosened the snap, then tugged down the elastic waist of his boxer briefs, allowing his hard cock to spring free. "Oh!" She exclaimed, nearly in awe at its size. It must have been eight inches long. She tried wrapping her hand around it, but her fingers would not close around its girth. She could see the blue veins coursing through his cock, appearing to pulsate as his cock was engorged with blood. Nuñez laughed outwardly at her reaction, but inside he felt proud. He would've thought this little slut had taken a few in her day, but by gauging the look of surprise on her face, she hadn't. Her innocence did nothing but stoke the flames of his passion; now he wanted her more than ever. Take your time, he coached himself. He had to teach this rich bitch a lesson for trying to bribe him. Jennifer was stroking his erection, marveling at the way it stood straight up, the rosy head touching his shirt, just above where his navel would be. She wanted to know if she could take a dick as big as his in her pussy. She could feel her sex get wetter, if that was even possible. The slick juices began to run down the inside of her thighs. Her pussy started throbbing in anticipation. If she didn't get his cock inside her this instant, Jennifer felt that she would scream. She told him so. "I need your cock inside me now," Jennifer was amazed at her boldness. "Oh, is that so?" The truth was, Nuñez wanted to fuck her tight slit badly, but not before he taught her a lesson. "Well you can't have it." "What?" Jennifer had a confused look on her face. "Not until you get on your knees," Nuñez said. Jennifer had sucked Chris' cock before, but unlike most girls she knew, she considered cocksucking to be something she shared with only a committed partner. Chris might be a pig, but he was committed. She didn't know this guy. She was willing to let him fuck her, but she drew the line at that. She wouldn't, she just couldn't... "I said get on your fucking knees, bitch!" "I won't." Jennifer raised her chin in defiance. "All right," Nuñez said, adjusting his dick so that it would fit into his pants again. "We can do this your way..." "No," Jennifer begged. "Please." "Then get on your knees like I said. Be the good little slut that you know you are." Like the slut she was becoming, Jennifer got to her knees. The concrete was cold and unforgiving, though it did do something to relieve the heat that was coursing through her body. His dick was bouncing and swaying in front of her lips, but she was visibly hesitant. "Don't act like you don't know what to do," Nuñez coaxed. "Suck my dick." Jennifer put her tongue on the tip of his cock, tasting a hint of pre-cum that had found it's way out. She seriously doubted her ability to get all that cock in her mouth, but it was worth a shot, if only to keep herself from being arrested. She opened her rosy little mouth as wide as it would go, carefully covering her teeth with her lips as Chris had shown her, and put his cock in her mouth. As soon as his dick touched her lips, Nuñez shuddered with pleasure. It had been so long. He grabbed the back of her head and began to fuck her face, thrusting roughly in and out of her tight mouth until Jennifer was choking and gagging. Jennifer coughed and spit. "Hey..." was all she could manage. She coughed and spit some more. Nuñez eased up. He was slightly regretful at the sight of the pain he put her through, but only slightly. He let Jennifer take control. He watched as she took his big dick in both her little hands put its big pink head in her mouth and sucked on it softly at first, moving her hands up and down. Then she sucked her cheeks in, and sucked his dick, relaxing her throat so that she wouldn't gag as much. "Ahh, yeah, bitch, suck my dick... that's right, unh, umm, yeah!" Nuñez said. Jennifer's mouth made wet, slurping sounds as she partook of his cock. It was so big and juicy, and she found herself beginning to enjoy this. Especially when he cheered her on. She grabbed his cock with one hand and bobbed her head up and down, looking up at him. "Oh yeah, take all this dick, you nasty little whore! Umm, ahh yes!" If she kept this up, he was going to blow his load right in her mouth. He still wanted to fuck this slut, and now was the time. He removed his dick from her mouth. "Get up." This time Jennifer did what she was told without any lip. Nuñez grabbed her roughly by the waist, lifted up her green dress and bent her over, so that she was propped up on her elbows on the trunk of the car. Her sweet ass was in full view, and he paused to take it in. Jennifer reached back, trying to guide his cock into her pussy, which was still very wet. In some twisted way, she'd been turned on by that. Nuñez didn't waste any more time. He ran his dickhead up and down her juicy slit, and then plunged balls deep into her dripping wet cunt. His balls smacked her ass cheeks with each thrust, and her cheeks jiggled like jelly. What a view. Jennifer thought she was going to die. It was all she could do to try and throw her pussy back to him, but as hard as he was pounding her, she was having a difficult time. It hurt, but it hurt oh, so good. "Aah, ahh, yeah, ahh, fuck, me, ahh!" she panted. She could hardly hold up her own weight on her elbows. As she let go, as her sweaty forehead slid up and down the fiberglass surface of the car's trunk in time with his movements. "Yeah, you like this dick, don't you bitch?" "Oh, yeah, don't stop... please, don't, stop." You don't have to worry, Nuñez thought. I'm not stopping for a while yet. *** Andrew Baker leaned back in the ergonomic office chair, and popped another Cheeto in his mouth. He was on security duty for tonight. He loved security duty. It was the easiest, most uneventful job in the force, and he was lucky enough to have it. If it had been left up to him, he'd have either been a writer, a snowboarder, or a bodybuilder, but his father, the police chief, had insisted that he join up with the police. So grudgingly he did. But he did as little work as he could possibly manage, and on a night like tonight, Parade Night, when crowds where known to riot and the LAPD had to be out in full force, somebody had to stay and look after the fort. Nobody liked the job better than Baker, and no one volunteered but Baker. It was 11:00, and technically his shift was over, but he had nowhere else to go, so why not make a little overtime? It's not like anything ever happened here anyway. Everybody was in uptown or East L.A., partying the night away. Still, something from the corner of his eye made him glance over at camera closed-circuit television 11-B, for the camera hat was located on the ground level of the parking garage. "What the fuck?" Baker sat up straight, and blinked. He rubbed his eyes, got some Cheetos crumbs in them, wiped his hands on his uniform pants, and rubbed his eyes again. Yes, he was really seeing what he thought he was seeing. There were two people fucking in the garage! "Un-fucking-believable," Baker said. He couldn't make out who it was that was fucking, but whoever it was, at least one of them was a cop, and the girl was bent over facedown on the car truck. Baker decided to go down and investigate. *** When Baker arrived at the ground floor of the garage, he could hear a woman yelling softly. "Aah, yeah, oh, fuck me, fuck my pussy, please!" He quickly zoned in on where the couple was, and made his way slowly and quietly to the spot. Once he arrived within five feet, he could see that it was Ernesto Nuñez, banging some chick on his squad car. Unbelievable. He cleared his throat rather loudly. The couple looked up in unison, an identical look of shock on their sweaty faces. Nuñez looked at his watch, and spoke first. "Baker, isn't your shift over?" "Overtime, buddy." "Huh." "Couldn't afford a hotel room?" "What? With this slut? No." Suddenly Nuñez had a bright idea. He started to pump his dick in and out Jennifer's cunt slowly, reviving it from the brief startle, all the while grabbing a handful of her long thick hair and wrapping it around his fist. With his dick still in her pussy and with her still bent over, he turned her around. Baker's dick immediately got hard once he saw what Nuñez was doing. Oh hell yeah, he thought. How many times would he have a chance like this? He whipped his dick out and it swung proudly in front of Jennifer's face. Jennifer was astonished; she loved the way he was fucking her, but who was this guy now? Did Nuñez expect her to put her mouth on his cock? She had to admit she was turned on by this. What the hell. She put the head of it in her mouth first, gently sucking on the head of it. She was both surprised and glad that this Baker guy didn't take advantage of her face as Nuñez had. So she sucked him off, bobbing her head in rhythm as Nuñez stroked her from behind. Baker reached down and pinched Jennifer's nipples. This made her moan and move her head faster on his dick. "Goddamn, oh hell yeah, suck that dick, mmm..." He sucked in air through his teeth. "Oh yes, umm, girl, hell yeah!" Nuñez fucked her pussy, and Baker fucked her mouth, and Jennifer was enjoying herself immensely. She was actually so turned on by this that she doubted she'd ever be the same again. Nuñez was about to cum, but he wanted to do it in this slut's face. He pulled out of her pussy, leaving her bent over there, and came over to where she was sucking Baker's dick. "Umm..." He jerked off on her face, getting some of his spooge in her hair, though he'd aimed for her face. His dick was still semi-hard, though he was physically drained. Still he stroked his dick back up to full-mast. He wanted some more head now. "Get up, broad," Nuñez commanded. Without hesitation Jennifer took her mouth off Baker's dick and stood up. "I like that. You're learning," Nuñez said. "Now I want you to squat down between the two of us." Nuñez and Baker were about the same height, so when Jennifer squatted down both cocks were at about eye level. Nuñez's cock was longer and thicker than Baker's, but Baker wasn't doing too shabbily, either. "Now suck my dick," Nuñez said. "And jerk him off." Jennifer did as she was told, sucking Nuñez's dick and jerking Baker off, then switching and doing the reverse. Baker palmed her right breast while Nuñez pinched her left nipple. She loved the taste of her cocks, the feeling of fullness she got from having them in her mouth. She was just a little slut, and she loved it. Soon, Baker came on her face and breast, his jizz mixing with Nuñez's. "Ahh oh yeah, I'm cummmming!" He said. Nuñez came soon after that. *** As promised, Nuñez dropped Jennifer off in Santa Monica, where she called her father from her cell phone. "Where the hell have you been?" Mr. Solomos demanded. "Chris says he's been trying your phone all evening." "It's a long story, Papa," Jennifer said. "Can you please send me a car so I can go home? I got in an accident." "An accident? Goddamnit, Jenny, that's the second car this month!" "I know Papa. I'm sorry. Chris and I had a fight, and I was upset... I don't know what happened." "You wanna come here and tell me about it?" "No daddy, I just wanna go home," Jennifer said. "All right, baby, it will be there shortly." The car arrived within fifteen minutes. As she drove home, she reflected over the events of the past few hours. She didn't know how many cars she could go through and how many checks she could write without someone noticing what was going on. But all she knew is she had developed a habit for sex with cops in this way, and she was going to have to keep finding a way to satisfy it. Perhaps she'd go up to San Francisco tomorrow...