10 comments/ 85997 views/ 47 favorites Gotham's Finest By: Purveyor_of_Sin Sharon Armstrong huffed great lung fulls of air as she ran down the dark alleyway, her service pistol drawn and her eyes darting about madly. Sweat dripped down from her pale face, caused from the exertion of running after the criminal she had been chasing as well as the fear that raced through her heart. She was alone, in a dank, deserted alley, running after one of the most dangerous criminals in Gotham City. The police officer slowed down her run, panting and slightly out of breath. She adjusted her uniform cap over her blond hair and looked around, her eyes adjusting to the shadows of the alleyway. As she breathed, her chest rose and fell, the blue uniform top barely managing to keep her enormous breasts restrained. She wiped away at her sweaty forehead with a sleeve before trying her radio again. Sharon would definitely feel a whole lot better if she weren't the only cop here, but unfortunately all she received from the radio was static. The officer cursed softly, before walking further into the alley. As her eyes darted about, searching the gloom for any sign of her quarry, she couldn't help but hear her mother's voice, a voice that echoed from the deep reaches of her mind. It was as familiar to her as her own, as was its ever nagging and criticizing tone. "Sharon, being a police officer is no job for a woman. You're a beautiful girl, you should find a husband and settle down. Leave the crime fighting to the men, and that crazy bat man thing." Sharon shook her mother's voice out of her head, trying to focus on the task at hand instead. She needed to find the criminal she had been chasing, then arrest him. That was her job, her duty. She swore an oath to uphold the law, and by God, she would do so to the best of her abilities. The policewoman crept further into the alley, her gun held firm. She would catch the madman she was after, or die trying. Unfortunately for her, she did not see the dark figure move up to her from behind some boxes until it was too late. The man was on her before she could whirl around and shoot, grabbing her shoulder while slipping a thin metal card into the band of her police officer's cap. *** Jervis Tetch was quite pleased with himself. He had managed to not only elude the Batman after the vile miscreant broke into his secret lab, but had escaped from the numerous police officers that had chased after him as well. Although he knew the fact that he was a genius helped his escape, he also realized that luck had a much larger role in it. It was luck that allowed him to slip away from the Bat and the waves of police, it was luck that led him into this deserted alleyway, and it was luck that he managed to slip one of his mental control devices onto the lone policewoman whom had managed to track him. Now he was free and clear, with no one else chasing after him. "Huzzah!" laughed the Mad Hatter, finally allowing himself a bout of good cheer. He had been feeling incredibly depressed lately, as many of his schemes fell flat due to the actions of the Batman. Now though, after his daring escape and eluding capture, he felt on top of the world. Of course his lab and all his equipment were in the hands of the police, but he was confident that in time he could replace them. It was unfortunate that he was not able to take more of his mental control disks with him before he hastily left his lab. He had only managed to grab a handful, and those were of the older variety that merely left his victims' minds open to suggestions. He could not directly control them through the master mind control device in his hat, thereby limiting him to vocal commands. "Oh well," he muttered. "I'll just have to make do." His glance went over to the pretty young police officer that was now under his control. She was definitely a curvaceous little thing, her blue uniform emphasizing both her bust and her bottom. Jervis quickly shook off his lascivious thoughts; he was, after all, a gentleman, and gentlemen didn't think such things. "Well, my dear," The Mad Hatter tipped his hat before bending over to kiss the young woman's hand. "I must leave you now. Do not worry though, I'm sure your fellows will arrive soon to aid you. It has been a pleasure meeting you, but I'm afraid I must bid you farewell." Jervis turned around to leave, but quickly whirled back and grabbed Sharon's gun. It never hurt to have some firepower, in case one of his mental control disks failed to activate. The Mad Hatter slipped the pistol into his coat, then dashed away from the still police woman towards the entrance of the alley. He was hungry, and a spot of tea would do him a world of good. *** John Baker could not believe his eyes. He had been walking home from his friend Todd's place, when he decided to cut across the alleyway between Todd's apartment complex and the local butcher's. To his absolute shock, he saw a tall, lanky man in a thick overcoat and top hat rush a lady cop and plant something on her head. The cop then turned all zombie-like and limp, standing in front of the man as if she were asleep standing up. The man then started talking to himself before grabbing the cop's gun and running out the other side of the alley. John took a deep breath to quell his excitement. He was a skinny, short, nerdy eighteen year old, and was a fan of the daily criminal activities of this dark city. Unlike the other geeky teenage boys in his neighborhood, he didn't bother reading comic books or watching cartoons or movies. After all, they lived in what seemed like a real-life comic book, with real-life superheroes and villains. He read the news accounts of the mysterious Batman, as well as the more colorful cast of Gotham's bizarre criminal underworld. He knew all about the Joker, Two-Face, and Killer Croc. He'd read about all their capers, from the Penguin's attempted heist of the Scarlet Diamond to the Scarecrow's poisoning of the city's water supply. It all fascinated John, and now he had actually seen one of his beloved super villains in action! There was no denying whom the man in the coat and hat was: Jervis Tech, a.k.a. the Mad Hatter. It was so exciting for the high school senior to actually catch a glimpse of the famous criminal in person! He was tempted to slink out of his hiding place and ask the madman for an autograph, but thankfully his common sense won out. Tech was, after all, a dangerous criminal. Who knows what he'd do if he had found out John was a witness to his dastardly acts? Speaking of dastardly acts, John thought, that cop is still standing there. Wondering if she was alright, the boy stood up from his hiding place and cautiously approached her. He was wary that the Mad Hatter might still be in the area. When John was less than five feet away, he was struck by how beautiful the lady police officer was. She was older than him, probably in her mid to late twenties. She was also taller than he was (not surprising, since he was rather short for his age) and had long blond hair tied into a bun. Her face was pretty, with soft skin, pouty lips, and the most amazingly blue eyes he had ever seen. Her body was great too; she had an athletic physique and obviously worked out. The blue police uniform seemed to hug all her curves, from her tight butt to her most impressive chest. That part of her anatomy held John's attention the most. Her breasts were pretty big, definitely bigger than his mom's. He had snuck a peak at his mother's brassier drawer once and saw hers to be a "D" size, whatever that meant. He had thought at the time that his mom's boobs were pretty big, but they didn't compare to this cop's! John suddenly realized that he had been circling the officer like a hawk, scanning every inch of the woman's fabulous body with hungry eyes. Yet the cop didn't move; she just continued staring into nothing, as if in a trance. The teenage boy cautiously approached the older woman. Once he was directly in front of her, he tried looking into her blank blue eyes, but he was too short. His eye level was at her shoulder-height, and he gulped when he realized just how close his face was to her big breasts. John forced his eyes back up to the lady cop's face, then waved a hand in front of it. Nothing. "Hey, uh, ma'am?" he asked her, his voice cracking with nervousness. "Are you okay?" "Yes." Sharon answered in a soft tone. John gulped again, this time seriously freaked out. He had read about the Mad Hatter of course, and how the deranged lunatic was able to control his victims. But seeing it in action was all too creepy for him. He waved his hand in front of the police officer again, coming up with the same results. She was definitely out of it. "You sure you're okay?" he asked again. "Yes." Sharon answered once more. The teenage boy scratched his head, uncertain about what to do. He glanced down at the cop's bulky utility belt, which held her radio. Should he call for backup or something? As he reached over to get the radio, his eyes traveled once more up Sharon's tone stomach and towards her bulging breasts. The massive orbs all but strained within the confines of the tight uniform dress shirt. It looked as if any strain at all would pop the buttons open and spill the gorgeous melons out for all to see. John fantasized about that. In his head he could see this beautiful lady cop running after some mugger through the busy streets of Gotham, her big tits bouncing with each step. People would stop and gawk at the sight of those two beauties bouncing about in that tight uniform top, barely restrained by the bra underneath it. Suddenly, the cheap buttons could no longer hold back the abundant flesh, and off they pop. The big boobies would burst free from their blue confines, spilling forth out into the world. Her front-clasp bra would also snap open, leaving her naked breasts out in the sunlight for everyone to see. Of course, the cop would be too focused on the chase to notice that her whoppers are out in public, so she runs ever onwards, her naked titties flopping about unrestrained. She'll then tackle the mugger, her boobs bouncing the whole time. Just as she bends down to grab his arms and cuff them, she'll notice that her tits are hanging out of her open shirt to the view and delight of everyone on the street. Before she could move to cover them though, the mugger, whose face is pressed pretty close to the copper's whoppers, moves his mouth up. His thick, thuggish tongue then comes out and licks a hanging nipple. John gasps and stops fantasizing, as he nearly comes in his pants. "Shit," he gasped, taking deep breaths to avoid making a mess in his jockeys. "That was too close!" The teenager looks up at the sexy lady cop in front of him, who was still staring blankly at nothing. His dick was straining against the tightness of his jeans, his mind a cloud of hormonal lust. John glanced down once more at the officer's large tits, which were rising slowly, up and down, with each breath the hypnotized woman took. His dick was ruling his brain now. His horny teenage mind, clouded in lust, was not about to let an opportunity like this pass. He was short, skinny as a stringbean, and wasn't too popular with the ladies. Unlike many of his classmates, he was still a virgin. Hell, at 18 years of age, he still hadn't managed to kiss a girl. But now, here was a sexy older woman, completely in his control, plus she was a cop as well! He wanted, no, needed to have her. His eyes focused on her bulging breasts. His stare was intense, and it looked as if he were trying to burn a hole slowly through the layers of cloth to see the creamy flesh within. Slowly, cautiously, he reached out a hand. His index finger came out and he slowly, cautiously, poked at her left tit, right below where her badge was. John moaned as he pushed the pad of his fingertip into the soft flesh; it felt so firm, so soft, so yielding. He pushed his finger even deeper into the large boob, until his finger was all but buried in the warm, fatty flesh. John glanced back up into Sharon's face, but she remained as impassive as ever. "Yes!" the boy silently cheered. He pulled his finger away, then roughly grabbed the entire tit in his hand. "Oh my god!" It felt so soft! John crudely groped the big breast in his hand, his teenage palm all but overflowing with the massive mammary. His inexperienced fingers rubbed, poked, and squeezed the yielding flesh, the feeling of the uniform and her bra only adding to his pleasure. He reached up with his other hand and molested Sharon's other breast, squishing and squeezing it in tune with its twin. John moaned in pure delight. He never thought feeling a woman's tits would be this good! Oh god, and to have a sexy, hot, beautiful bitch like this to feel as his first time! Damn, he'll be spoiled for life! No other woman could possibly make him feel as good as this hot cop could! His mind was fogged over with lust. His penis strained in his jeans, demanding to be set free. Uncaring of the consequences, John began undoing his belt. His head dived down to Sharon's chest, his mouth clamping over her right breast before sucking the nipple through the layers of blue cloth. His right hand continued its assault on her left boob, squeezing and pulling at it roughly. John managed to free his dick and he began stroking it in earnest. His lips and mouth slobbered over Sharon's breast, his saliva making the material of her top over the orb almost transparent. He sucked harder and began softly chewing on the breast in his mouth, his lust addled brain trying to force as much of the tit into his mouth as he could. The teenager's hand flew fast and hard over his penis. Precum dribbled out fiercely, causing his dick to be slick and wet. John began panting through his nose, his mouth still full of tit flesh, as he began to feel his balls welling up with pressure. He viciously squeezed the police officer's left breast in his hand as intense arcs of pleasure shot up from his dick, engulfing his body in one fantastic orgasm. "Holy shit!" John screamed into the boob in his mouth. His body tensed as pulse after pulse of pleasure shot through him. His dick erupted, spurting white, hot ejaculate onto Sharon's clean and crisp uniform trousers. The cum spattered against her crotch and left inner thigh, soaking the blue material. John moaned and pressed his dick forwards, pushing the still spurting organ tightly against the officer's cum-stained thigh. The teenager all but collapsed after his intense climax. He fell backwards and away from the hypnotized policewoman, falling on his butt on the dirty, filthy floor of the alleyway. He didn't care though, as his eyes took in the magnificent sight of the officer in front of him. Sharon was in a very disheveled state. Her uniform blouse was a mess, as John's manhandling had managed to tear away the top three buttons. The shirt was opened slightly, revealing a generous amount of succulent cleavage to his eyes. The fabric around her right breast was a mess; his slobber had turned it all but transparent, and he could see the black bra she wore underneath it. The spit had also collected heavily, and was dripping down the blouse in streaks, even wetting the leather utility belt tied around her waist. The best part were her trousers, though. John had cum bucket loads, and all of them seemed to have spattered against the policewoman's dark blue pants. Spatters of white could still be seen on her crotch and thigh, and the entire area of the inside of her left leg was stained with his fluids. John smiled; he had marked her. She was his. His dick, which did not go soft, grew harder at the thought. John stood up, smiling brightly. He felt like the luckiest guy in the world. Here was the sexiest woman he had ever seen in his life, and she was his, to do with as he pleased. Her breasts, her ass, her pussy ... they were all his. He couldn't wait to try all of her. To his teenage, hormone-filled mind, Sharon was the best toy money could buy. The teenager waddled over to the vacant-eyed police officer, not bothering to do up the pants that had fallen around his ankles. His penis was demanding attention again, and John desperately wanted to get off once more. He stopped in front of Sharon, his breath barely controlled. His hands reached out and groped at her fabulous tits again, squeezing and molding the flesh to his delight. "Oh man, I'll never get tired of this," he told the lady cop as he shook her boobs in his hands. John looked up at Sharon's face, which was still staring vacantly at nothing. The boy smiled, feeling slightly light headed at the power he wielded over the pretty young police officer. "Bitch," he told her out loud, squeezing her tits even harder as he said it. "You like this, don't you? Is that why you're not stopping me? Stupid fucking whore. Cunt. Slut. Did you like when I came all over you? Bet ya did, you stupid blond bitch!" Usually, John would never dream of calling anyone, especially a police officer, such horrendous things, but his lust addled mind had gone somewhat mad with the power he had. His hands groped heavily at Sharon's breasts, his palms pushing and kneading at the tit flesh like they were lumps of bread dough ready for baking. "God, your tits are spectacular! So fucking huge! I bet you get off on all the guys staring at them, don't you, cunt?" "Yes, sometimes," spoke up Sharon. John almost shrieked. He stopped mauling at her chest, his wide frightened eyes shooting up to the officer's face. To his relief, she still had the blank, vacant look on her face. He quickly remembered that when he had first found her, she had answered some of his questions, so this was probably normal. Whatever the Mad Hatter had done to her, she was still under its control. John let out a sigh of relief, then continued his squeezing. He suddenly smiled as he realized that he could add a whole new dimension of fun to his pleasure. "Do you like what I'm doing to you?" He asked while he squeezed her breasts in his hands. The boy then threw in, "Slut?" as an addendum. "No," answered Sharon. "You're squeezing me too hard. It kind of hurts." John frowned at this, his young male pride a bit stung. Like all guys his age, he felt that he was a stud, that there would be nothing wrong with his sexual technique even if it was non-existent until a few moments ago. He glared up at Sharon, as if his lack of experience were her fault. "Well, you WILL like it, slut! You like it when I squeeze too hard! You like it rough! Got it?" To enunciate the command, John squeezed her breasts viciously, trapping the sensitive mammaries in an almost vice-like grip. "Y-yes," Sharon spoke up with a gasp. John noticed a change in her as well; her eyes ceased its glassy, vacant quality, turning instead into an almost dreamy, hazy state. Her chest and neck suddenly turned red in a flush of arousal, and he felt her nipples harden into rock-hard points in his palms. "Holy shit," John muttered in absolute amazement. He groped at her tits enthusiastically, causing Sharon to moan softly in pleasure. "Oh man! This is great!" The teenager visibly calmed himself, as he had come very dangerously close to coming once more. He took a deep breath, then eased his hands off the cop's lovely titties. Sharon was breathing hoarsely, her neck and face red with need. Once John was in control of himself, his hands reached out to the officer's chest once more and began to undo the uniform blouse's remaining buttons. He had to see the magnificent melons that he had been squeezing so roughly all night. He noticed to his delight that Sharon's nipples were pushing out against the layers of fabric of her bra and uniform. As soon as he had unbuttoned the blouse to her belly, John pushed the fabric apart to reveal the most perfect set of tits his young eyes had ever laid eyes on. The massive, creamy balloons of flesh were encased in a lacy black bra, the deep cleavage caused by their confinement making John drool in stupefied amazement. He had seen his mother's breasts in her bra numerous times, as well as a few quick peeks down his teacher, Mrs. Rinoe's, blouse, but in his opinion no tits in the world could compare to this hot cop's pair. Gotham's Finest "Your tits are amazing," he remarked to Sharon, who was still panting with need. He needed to see more. John reached out and groped at the bra, trying to find a way to release the police officer's bountiful bosoms from their confinement. After squeezing the bra-encased tits for a bit, he finally found a clasp in the front which he managed to release with some bit of difficulty. Once he undid the snap, Sharon's boobs almost exploded out of the bra. He moaned in absolute joy as he beheld the full glory of the officer's naked breasts. They were fantastic in every way. They were big, yet firm, with very little sag to them. The pink nipples were tight, inch-long points jutting out the tips of her tits. The top of her chest was also red with arousal; Sharon's boobs rose and fell dramatically as she panted in growing lust. John could no longer help himself, and he dove right into the tit buffet before him. His hands gripped the naked breasts before him while his hungry mouth sought the left tit's aroused nipple. He clamped his lips over the inflamed bud, sucking hungrily while his fingers sank in the soft, yielding flesh around it. Sharon moaned in pleasure, the earlier command John had given her causing her to actually enjoy the boy's manhandling her sensitive organs. John quickly shifted his mouth to the other breast, tonguing the hard nipple before sucking it into his slobbering maw. Sharon's tits were coated in his saliva, which was being spread around making her globes shiny and slippery. John continued feasting on her chest, his tongue and hands couldn't seem to get enough. He tried to stuff as much of her big boobs into his mouth as he could, then began softly chewing on the flesh while he sucked. The teenager's weight continued to press at Sharon's form, but since she was taller and heavier than the boy, she was in no danger of being pushed over. John's dick repeatedly jabbed at the officer's still wet thigh, the hard organ becoming coated in the thick jism he had so recently deposited there. John finally had enough, he had to come. He made a grab for his dick, planning to jerk off onto her like he did the first time he came. But then a better idea came to him, and he looked up at Sharon, her face red and her lips slightly open in a pant. "Get on your knees!" he said almost desperately. Sharon obeyed, pulling away from John before settling herself on her knees in front of him. Her pretty face was directly in line with his raging hard cock, the tip of which was leaking precum heavily. John wasted no time, pushing his hips forwards and jabbing the shaft against the cop's pouty lips. The boy felt her lips yield to his thrusting member and open, and he almost screamed in delight once he felt his sensitive organ becoming encased in the warm, wet heat of her mouth. "Oh FUCK!" hissed John. The feeling was incredible, absolutely fantastic. The other boys in his class had often remarked about how great a blowjob felt, but now, having his first, John truly felt their crude words gave the act itself no justice. "Suck me, you bitch!" At his command, Sharon began to softly suckle at the hard member in her mouth. John almost fainted at the shockingly pleasurable sensation, and could feel his balls about to explode. He roughly grabbed at the police officer's head, his fingers sinking into her hair, then began to roughly fuck her face. With every thrust of his hips, his hands brought Sharon's head slamming forwards, pushing his hard cock deep into her mouth and throat. The officer gagged and choked, but the lust driven teenager couldn't have cared less. All that mattered to him was the blinding sensation of absolute pleasure the woman's mouth was producing on his member, as well as the intense orgasm that was about to explode from within him. He was so caught up in his bliss that he did not notice his wild bucking had caused Sharon's uniform cap to fall from the top of her head. *** Sharon seemed to snap awake from the dark, endless haze she had been in. She woke to a confusing myriad of tastes, sensations, and images. Her mind furiously tried to cope with the sudden rush of input and data it was now receiving, desperately attempting to put together just what in the hell was going on. It was like being stuck in a dark room for several hours, only to have the bright, overhead lights suddenly come on. One had to blink and flinch repeatedly in order to get one's eyes used to the light once more. So, Sharon did the mental equivalent of blinking. The last thing she remembered was following the Mad Hatter into a dark alley. She had heard a noise from behind her, then ... nothing. All of the sudden, she found herself at the now. From what she could tell, she was on her knees while someone stood over her, their arms roughly wrapped around her head. There was something thick and heavy in her mouth, and it was currently blocking her breathing. Still confused, Sharon attempted to push away from the person above her, and to try to get the hard thing out of her mouth before it choked her to death. Her hands grabbed at the hips of the man in front of her, then tried desperately to push away. He was clinging tightly to her hair though, and thrusting his hips out, so it proved difficult. She heard him screaming something to her, before a sudden surge of strength allowed him to slam his hips forwards against her face. Sharon coughed violently and choked, as the hard object (which she suddenly realized was his penis) was pushed deep down into her throat where it began to twitch and spurt. Utterly disgusted, Sharon struggled against the man, pushing against his body roughly in an attempt to remove her mouth from his spasming dick. It was very difficult, as the perp was clutching at her hair as he held her head tightly to his groin. The officer managed to brace her legs against the ground, then pushed out with all her strength. The man's dick managed to pull out of her throat, which to her relief allowed her to breathe again. She took in great lung fulls of air from her nose and mouth, desperate to get oxygen. Unfortunately, the man still held on to her hair, so his dick was still inside her mouth. It continued to spurt its ejaculate into the inside of her mouth, coating her tongue and throat in white, creamy sperm. Some even managed to spurt down her throat while she was desperately breathing, sending cum down the wrong pipe and causing her to have a violent coughing fit. Spurt after spurt of cum shot into her mouth, much of it being coughed out to run down her chin and neck. Desperate for breath, Sharon once more pushed against the body in front of her. She managed to get the spurting penis out of her mouth, which then began to douse her face in white jism. A spurt managed to catch her in the right eye, which caused her to jerk backwards as her eye stung from the fluid. This allowed the man to shove his dick back into her mouth and deep down into her throat, where it continued to dribble the last remaining spurts of semen. The defiled young police officer was desperately in need of air now, and in a frantic burst of strength she managed to shove the man away from her. His softening penis exited her mouth, allowing much needed air to rush back in. Sharon then let out a fierce punch with her right hand, which hit the man in the belly and sent him flying backwards into the alley wall. His hands were still gripping her hair as he fell away, which caused Sharon's bun to become untied, spilling her long blond hair out over her shoulders. The officer then began coughing and retching violently, trying to expel the fluids that had spurted into her lungs. She fell forwards onto her hands, her face several inches from the alley floor. She gagged and coughed until a thick stream of white cum mixed in with thick clear saliva was expelled from her lungs. Sharon remained as she was for several minutes, taking deep, shuddering breaths. Her eyes were leaking stinging tears, and she was well aware of the warm, sticky cum that covered her face and chest. She made the mistake of breathing through her nose, which caused her to gag upon the horrible smell of the ejaculate. She suddenly choked, then spat out a thick stream of white, as her stomach violently vomited out the semen that her attacker had so recently deposited into her belly. The white cum dribbled out of her mouth and down to the alley floor, strings of thick semen and saliva hanging from her lips. The puddle of cum began to spread out, soaking the sleeves of her uniform. The officer, once her breathing was steady again and the threat of vomiting from the smell of the sperm had gone, sat up on her knees and wiped at her mouth. Her eyes found the limp form of her attacker by the alley wall, still doubled over in pain from the vicious punch she had given him. It came as both surprise and disgust when she realized just how young the man (no, boy) was. She had no idea how such a short and scrawny kid could have overpowered her enough to rape her mouth. "You little bastard!" Sharon had tried to scream at the man, but her throat was too sore. It came out as a cracked, whisper. She searched around for her gun, but could find no trace of it. She had to get help, she knew, as well as get even with the little shit who had dared do this to her. "You have no idea how much trouble you're in, you little fuck!" The officer stood up on shaky legs, then reached down for her cap. She was understandably in shock, and was not thinking too clearly. Acting in habit, Sharon placed the cap over her unbound hair, and then suddenly found herself staring vacantly at the alley wall once more. *** John had never been more scared in his life. Things had been going so well, too. There he had been only a few minutes ago, the luckiest eighteen year old guy in the world, fucking the mouth of a beautiful blond cop who was under his complete control. He had just had the most fantastic orgasm of his life, which was quickly followed by the most painful sensation of his life. That gut punch had knocked him out of heaven fast, sending him out of the ecstatic delirium of his climax and rocketing back down into the painful hell of reality. Somehow the lady cop had managed to wake up, and at the most inconvenient time at that. It was so unfair! John cried, the pain in his belly as well as the fear racing through his heart causing him to curl up into a fetal position. He was dreadfully aware of the lady cop nearby, still on the ground retching his recently deposited semen out of her mouth. John's life flashed before his eyes, as he knew he was doomed. He would go to jail, where big brutes named Bubba would make him their bitch. The cops would call his mom, and she'd like ground him for life. The newspapers would also probably be all over this, and everyone at school would read it and call him a pervert and a freak even though everyone would have done the same thing he did if they were faced with the same opportunity. "You little bastard!" Oh shit! John began crying even harder, as the policewoman had finished spitting out his cum and was now standing up. She looked pissed, and was probably going to kick his ass. "You have no idea how much trouble you're in, you little fuck!" The pathetic high school senior curled up into a tighter ball, awaiting the inevitable. His shame, guilt, and fear mixed up within him, causing tears and feelings of remorse to well up inside him. "Fuck, I'm so stupid!" he cried to himself. "How could I do that? What the hell was I thinking?" John cursed himself, then turned his voice heavenwards. "Please, God! Please help me! I promise, I will never EVER do anything so evil and stupid again! Just please, please, PLEASE get me out of this! I swear I'll be good from now on, and attend church every day, and..." His silent prayer trailed off as he quickly realized that the female officer had stopped moving again. "What?" John looked up at the cop's face and saw that she had the familiar, glazed and empty look to her eyes once more. "What's going on?" It was then that he noticed the shiny metal disc sticking out of the policewoman's cap. "No way!" John slowly stood up and cautiously approached the officer, who was once more silent and still. He waved his hand in front of her pretty face, which was now wet and smeared with her spit and his come. His eyes moved once again to the disc in her cap, and soon it all snapped into place. "So that's how that bastard does it!" John said aloud as he figured it out. "That disc controls people, that's how he gets them to do what he wants!" The teenager laughed. "And this stupid bitch put it back on her head! What a dumb ass cunt!" Relief quickly flooded his body, causing John to almost keel over in delight. Luck was with him tonight, he had been given a second chance. He glanced over at the policewoman next to him, and noted her pitiful state. Her long blond hair was loose, and fell in silky waves down to her shoulders. Some strands had stuck to her cheeks and neck, as those parts of her were wet with his sperm. Her uniform blouse was open, as was her bra, revealing those wonderful breasts he had fallen in love with. They were absolutely wet with saliva and semen, making each globe shiny in the dim light of the alleyway. John felt a stirring in his groin again, caused by the sight of those luscious mammaries. The teenager quickly shook it off though, deciding that it was too risky. He had been incredibly lucky so far, and he didn't wish to push it. No, as hot as this dish was, he really couldn't afford to risk a second helping. "H-hey," he said out loud, addressing the officer. "I, uh, I guess you should button up your shirt." "Okay." At his command, the policewoman began doing up her blouse, not bothering to refasten her bra. John took this moment to do up his pants as well; he had some difficulty stuffing his now raging hard cock back into his pants. He couldn't help it, watching the hot cop dressing herself was just as sexy as taking her clothes off. Once she was finished, Sharon stood still, her blank face still staring out into nothing. John moaned in appreciation at her appearance, his dick twitching in need as he stared at her distressed state. The policewoman looked like she had just finished fucking a football team: her face, neck, and the tops of her chest (which was visible through the neck of the open uniform blouse since John had torn off the top three buttons) were shiny with saliva and semen; her blue shirt was all but transparent as it had been soaked through with fluid, thus making the bare breasts underneath visible to the lucky eye; her pants were also similarly stained, as her crotch and thighs were darkened by spatters of his cum. Her unbound hair and bruised lips also added to her look, making the poor officer seem more like a slutty porno star rather than a dignified public servant. "Oh MAN!" John whined, thoroughly pissed off that he would have to give such a great toy up. "I didn't even get to try her pussy out!" He felt like crying. The thoroughly horny teenage boy continued to stare lustfully at the police officer he had just brutally defiled, trying to gain the courage needed to give her up. Such a thing was incredibly difficult for any hormone driven teenager to do, especially when Sharon's big bra-less tits kept rising and falling so wonderfully with every breath she took. John licked his lips as he stared at the large, hard pink nipples which were visible through the policewoman's transparent, sperm-soaked uniform. "Oh, fuck it!" the boy declared. "One more time ain't gonna kill me! For old time's sake!" Even though his brain was yelling profusely at him that this was a bad idea, his dick was currently much larger than his brain and so it was overruled. John strode over to the policewoman and reached up, grabbing her breasts in his hands. He began kneading them, rubbing his palms all across the soft mounds, feeling the firm flesh through her the wet cloth of her shirt. Sharon moaned at as his fingers closed and tightly squeezed them, his earlier command forcing her to enjoy the rough treatment. "Now then," he spoke up, his eyes hungrily devouring her luscious form as he molested her, "What should I do to you next, hmm?" The boy looked around and saw the large puddle of his semen that Sharon had puked up on the floor. His lips suddenly broke out into a perverted smile as his mind thought up something so vile, so dirty that his dick was a little confused at first as to whether or not it should get hard at such a disgusting thought. Eventually though, perversion won out and it erected to diamond-hardness. "Lick up my cum, bitch!" John shouted at her, one of his hands leaving her succulent tits to point down at the large puddle at his feet. Sharon instantly moved to obey his command, getting on her hands and knees before leaning down towards the mess on the floor of the alleyway. "Holy shit, she's doing it!" John, almost unable to believe his eyes, knelt down as well to see the action. Sharon leaned in, her face mere inches away from the white puddle, before her lips parted and her small pink tongue peeked out. John held his breath, watching in fascination as her tongue approached the point of no return. He quickly let out a groan of half disgust, half lust as the police officer's tongue dipped itself into the gooey mess, swirling it around. She then began to lap up the semen, taking the still warm liquid into her mouth before swallowing. "Oh. My. GOD. This is so fucking hot." Right in front of the teenager, on her hands and knees, was one of Gotham City's Finest, licking up his sperm from the dirty floor of a filthy alley. Although he had only watched one piece of porn (a dirty little cartoon made in Japan) he KNEW this was what people in porn did. It was just too sick to be real. "Jesus! Shit!" John leaped to his feet and tore open his pants. He then began to furiously jack off as he watched Sharon continue to lick up his jism, the cop's round ass in the air and bra-less tits swaying beneath her. "Drink it all, you slut," John commanded. The boy walked behind the kneeling policewoman before nudging himself between her legs. "You love cum, you love the taste, the feel, you love it all over your face, your tits, everywhere!" His hands reached out and began to caress her butt, rubbing themselves along the soft curves, squeezing the tight flanks and along her firm thighs. Sharon moaned loudly as she pressed her lips against the dirty sperm-soaked floor, John's commands working their way into her mind. She began slobbering all over the sperm, sucking up the smelly jism, swishing it around her mouth and swallowing. She loved the taste of it, the feeling of it, on her lips, in her mouth, everywhere! Her hips began pushing back against John's hands, her ass squirming against his touch. "Oh, you slut!" The teenager moaned as the police officer pushed her warm, soft butt against his hard penis. John reached around her waist, his hands groping for her belt and trying desperately to undo them. "I gotta fuck you! I gotta fuck you now!" he all but shouted as his fingers furiously groped at the buckle. He quickly undid it and all but tore away at her trouser buttons, pulling her zipper open before tugging her tight uniform pants and underwear over her perfect ass. "Oh God..." John moaned, rubbing his hard dick all over the soft skin of her butt. The events down at her southern end were all but unnoticed by Sharon, since the hypnotized police officer was busy with slurping up the cum in front of her. The blond had all but dove into the puddle, driving her pretty face into it, her lips pressed tightly against the slimy ground as she suctioned the salty fluid into her mouth. "Mmm," she moaned, even as she accidentally got some inside her nose. Gotham's Finest John meanwhile was busy ramming his member against her, trying with all his worth to find her cleft and claim it as his own. After a few blind jabs, the impatient teen finally took his penis into his hand and guided it to Sharon's soaked, wet center. He hissed loudly as he sunk into her, unable to believe how utterly and unbelievably hot it felt. It was like an oven in there! A wet, tight, slick, pulsating oven! "Holy shit Jesus God dammit!" John shouted out all the curse words he knew into the night as he pushed every inch (four) of his dick inside the hot blond policewoman. Once he was fully inserted, he took a deep, shuddering breath in an attempt to calm himself. The feeling was so unbelievably indescribable; it was a pleasure beyond all imagination. Despite this, he felt that he should say something at this momentous occasion. It wasn't every day that you lost your virginity, after all. He had to say something suave, something cool, for future generations to talk and speak about. "This feels really ... good." Obviously his higher brain functions weren't working at the moment. John pulled out slowly, enjoying the wonderful, clutching feeling of Sharon's tight pussy. If it weren't for the fact that he had come twice already, John would have most certainly spurted after a few seconds inside the lady cop's hot box. But of course he didn't know this, since he was just a stupid horny kid who didn't give much thought to how things work or what the consequences of things would be. So he just continued to pump his hips, pulling and pushing his lucky dick in and out of the beautiful woman's cunt. "Oh my God, oh my God!" John moaned, his arms wrapping around Sharon's waist as he humped into her clutching heat. "I love you, I love you!" His jostling was pushing the blond's face further and further into the cum puddle, which by now had coagulated into a thick, creamy gel. Sharon had by now stopped sucking it up, as her mind was now preoccupied with the sensations of a younger man's penis stabbing into her highly aroused slit. Although John's wasn't the largest nor was it the most experienced dick she'd ever had inside of her, the teenager's enthusiastic thrusting made all the difference to the hypnotized police officer. She began to add her own pleasured moans in tune with John's. The boy for his part tried his best to last. Not that he particularly cared about giving his unwilling partner in fornication any pleasure; he merely wanted the wonderful sensations to continue. He was fucking! John couldn't believe it. At eighteen years of age, he was FINALLY fucking, and it was a gorgeous blond, big-titted cop whom he was plugging! Life was so great! "Oh my shit!" John's ramblings had begun to make less and less sense as his climax approached. His hips rocketed up into her, his dick a piston jamming smoothly into her well lubricated hole. The teenager began to feel light headed and stars began to appear in his vision as his balls grew tight and the sensations centered in his crotch grew to a resounding crescendo. He screwed his eyes tightly, his hands reaching up to grasp at Sharon's hanging breasts, squeezing them for all he was worth. The female police officer's eyes bugged out as John's squeezing hands pushed her over the edge, the pain and the boy's earlier suggestions causing her to have the largest orgasm of her life. It was like a set of explosions centered on her groin and chest, wave after wave of ecstasy vibrating from her tortured tits and abused pussy, all but engulfing her body and soul. If she still had her faculties, she would have said that her mind was blown. The contracting muscles in the policewoman's pussy in turn pushed John into his own climax. He screamed loudly as his penis erupted, showering Sharon's insides with sperm. "Yes!" John clutched at his lady cop tighter, hugging her around the waist as his hands clutched desperately to her soft, yielding her tits. "Oh God, yes!" He let out a shuddering breath before collapsing his weight on top of her, the policewoman's strong body holding his tired form up. Sharon lay still, enjoying the small shudders of mini orgasmic waves as they washed over her body. Her muscles twitched and trembled in pleasure, her smiling face still pressed against the wet, slimy sperm on the floor. She moaned softly when she felt some of John's recently deposited cum leak out of her pussy, slowly sliding down the soft skin of her inner thigh to collect against the blue fabric of her uniform trousers, which were still wrapped around her knees. Slowly, her lips parted, and her tongue dipped itself into the white liquid beneath her. John, meanwhile, lay on top of her, penis finally going soft as it dribbled out the last remaining drops of cum inside her. His hands were still fastened to the policewoman's big tits, his fingers squeezing and kneading the soft flesh slowly, just enjoying their feel and texture as his mind tried to work again after such a powerful cum. "Oh man," the eighteen year old murmured, his face rubbing itself against Sharon's back where he lay. "I can NOT give this up!" His mind then began to formulate a way of keeping the hot cop, and how he could sneak her into his apartment. As his imagination began to devise ways of keeping the hypnotized woman in his closet and how she would become his sex pet, his penis began to inflate with hardness, pushing itself once again into the beautiful policewoman's hot, clutching quim.