Night Beat (Closed for Drac)

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Officer Moreland took a long slow sip from the dark black coffee before setting the flimsy paper cup back into the cup holder in his cruiser. Each sip tasted like boiled ass, but it did its job, waking him up enough to work the graveyard beat. He wasn't sure why he continued grabbing his coffee from the station rather than one of the hundreds of millions of late night coffee joints within the city. Tradition maybe... or maybe just that he couldn't stand the false chipperness of the hipster baristas. Whatever the reason James kept drinking the bitter piss that came out of the ancient torture mechanism that passed as a coffee brewer in the station.

James hated graveyard shift. It was when all the craziest shit went down, when all the weirdies came out of the woodwork, crack heads, smack heads, meth heads, the angry drunks, the drag queens, the down low homos... And James had to deal with every single fucking one of them. Just thinking about it was enough to give him a bit of a headache. Every day it grew worse and worse. Domestic violence calls, public indecency. It was driving him around the bend. And worse, the darkness was starting to get to him as well. He'd taken a bribe now and then when he was a day walker, what cop didn't on the salary they made after all? But it was different in the dark... Drug busts disappearing before they could make their way to evidence, excessive force used in arrests... even the occasional favor extracted to keep a prostitute out of prison. A small stirring in his pants occurred at that memory.

James Moreland had never been a bright eyed idealistic cop. He came from a family of cops and he knew how the streets were. He hadn't realized just how much they could change a man.

Another long pull off the coffee as he crept down the busy downtown street, the sound of loud techno blaring out of several of the clubs that were beginning to empty out. A lot of dirty and guilty eyes glanced at the approach of the black and white police cruiser and James glowered as he looked into the crowd. Everyone of these people was guilty of something. James knew it and if he had his way he'd just open fire into the crowd, he'd be doing the world a favor.

James pulled over to the side of the curb, opening the door to his cruiser and stepping out, unfolding his large six foot frame. He'd never allowed the cop lifestyle to make him soft, his body was still in the same great shape he'd been in when he graduated from the academy. James wouldn't be caught with donut dust on his uniform. He found he commanded more fear and respect when it was obvious he could physically beat down the person giving him lip.

He moved onto the curb, passing a gaggle of drunk girls, practically falling all over themselves as they moved from one trashy club to another. They'd be lucky if they all made it home without soiling themselves, or possibly having someone else soil them.

He approached a group of African Americans eying him warily and was about to start questioning them about their activities for the evening when something out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. Turning he saw a young lady being dragged forcibly into an alley. His steel grey eyes narrowed as he loosed the weapon in his holster. "Looks like you got lucky this evening..." He said roughly to the group in front of him before taking off at a quick jog towards the alley, people giving way in front of the large cop.

He knew standard procedure was to call in for backup and proceed with caution, but he'd flaunted S.O.P. for so long he didn't even hesitate before plunging into the darkness of the alley ahead of him. His gun was out the instant he saw the young girl on the ground, an obviously inebriated man holding her down, his dick hanging out of his pants as he tried to get the woman's undergarments off.

"SIR! STEP AWAY FROM THE WOMAN AND PUT YOUR HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM!" He shouted, the gun in his hand steady as a rock.

The man didn't seem to hear him, or if he had he was too gone to understand what he was telling him. James couldn't just shoot the man, so it was plan B..

"HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM!" He yelled again as he grabbed the man from behind, forcibly pulling him off the lady, getting ready to pound this scumbag into the ground.

 

[DracnKitten]

Miranda hadn't been on the street for long, a few days really. It wasn't hard to guess that until a couple of weeks ago she had lived comfortably, if not well. The truth was, she had always been dependent on the men in her life, and when they were gone she had only had a few choices to pick from. Her father had died a few years before, and she had lived with one boyfriend after another. Most of them had been potheads, or losers, but a few had been decent guys- she had really liked a few of those but they all seemed to go the same way. Once her fresh beauty wore of fon them, they set her aside for something else.

She hadn't gotten the true sense of what she had become, of what would happen to her. She smiled sweetly at the men that passed her, her blue eyes glowing with youth and purity. Dark red hair curled against the short green top she wore off one shoulder, the curve of one breast visible above the neck line.

She had already learned that she did not need to speak up or call out like some of the women who sold themselves, she was still beautiful enough that they approached her of their own will. One of her hands lay on her bare waist, curved to her hip. One hand ran through her hair. Long, slender legs were bared beneath a short skirt- too small by almost any account. Black heels matched the skirt as she leaned against a wall.

One man, who smelled strongly of a night in the bar, approached her and she smiled her sweet smile. She pulled away from the wall some as he reached out to her a little. She tried not to look to closely at him. He looked slightly unwashed, and his hair hung around his face. His clothes were mostly nice, but they looked as though he had worn them all day, and they were getting wrinkled.

"How about some fun, little girl. You look like you like the good stuff." He grinned at her and she took his hand as he moved for a darkened area of the street.

"I have a room, if you'll come with me?" She smiled sweetly, but the man shook his head. He grasped onto her hand a little more tightly, fumbling for her wrist.

"I want to do it out here- right here baby." He pushed her backwards towards a wall at the mouth of an alley. SHe struggled slightly and he grabbed her harder, pulling her deeper into the darkness.

"Wait- we can't - I mean I'm sorry but . . not in the street." She tried to pull away from him again and cried out as she felt herself topping backwards.

"No- listen to me- we do it here!" The drunk became belligerent, holding her down with his body weight as he struggled with his pants. He seemed to manage to free himself as Miranda struggled, her hair tangling over her face, her hands pushing and scratching at him as she began to panic. She couldn't get free of him, and the pavement beneath her was scraping her bare parts.

"Get off me!" She started to cry out, tears in her eyes- and then she heard another voice, louder and deeper. She gasped and continued to struggle as she heard a cop moving forward. The drunk seemed to ignore him. She bit her lip and whimpered, then cried out.

"Help!" It was half a sob as the man groped at her breast, ripping her top beyond recognition to get at her tender flesh. She could feel the man's hard cock against her stomach as he humped at her, too deliriously drunk to really know what he was doing at all times.

 

[gagonthis]

As James grabbed the man, hauling him bodily off the young lady underneath he caught a quick glimpse of the woman, girl really, lying on the ground, clothing torn to shreds by the drunkards attack.

He didn't have time to do much more than verify she wasn't seriously injured as the swaying drunk recovered, charging at him in blind rage. James set his weight to receive the first of the attack, stumbling backwards slightly but holding his ground as the drunk plowed into him. With a quick turn of his body he pivoted the man around his center, throwing him off balance long enough for James to break free and toss him into a wall.

He collided with a satisfying SMACK against the concrete wall, his head rebounding away and causing the drunkard to cry out in pain. James was on him in a heartbeat, three quick punches to the man's stomach had him doubled over, wheezing loudly as he tried to recover.

James never gave him the chance. Grabbing the man by the collar of the shirt he pulled him forward, planting a knee into the same spot he'd been punching, doubling him over once again before hitting him with a heavy uppercut that sent him sprawling onto the pavement. "I give! I give!" He slurred out as James hauled him back to his feet, tears streaming out of his eyes as blood poured freely from his nose.

"You have the write to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be use against you in a court of law.." James began reciting as he roughly wrenched the drunk's hand behind, clasping the first metal bracelet around his wrist before following suit with his other hand.

When he had the drunk firmly secured he turned to inspect the victim of the attack. "Ma'am, are you ok? Do you need medical attention?" James asked in his most professional voice as his eyes took in her condition, noting especially the ripped clothing and the bared skin as she attempted to recover from her ordeal.

 

[DracnKitten]

Miranda cried out at the drunk was lifted off of her, and she scurried away from the fight some. She watched, afraid as the two men struggled, but the larger was winning and, in the end, had the drunk on the ground. She struggled with her clothing, trying to pull her clothes into some semblance of order.

She looked up, gasping as the cop spoke to her. She bit her lip and brushed some of her hair behind an ear.

"I-- yes I'm . . I'll be okay. Thank you." She tried to tug at her top, realizing that a nipple was showing atop one very firm breast. "He didn't hurt me, really . . jut scared me a little. I'll be more careful form now on . . " She shuddered a little and wrapped her arms over her breasts.

"Thank you for saving me. I live nearby so . . . thank you.* She looked up at him and pushed some hair behind her ear again, blushing a little as her pretty blue eyes searched his face. "Really . . . I wouldn't have been able to stop him myself . . . but I'll be okay now. I'll go strait home."

Miranda smiled sweetly and stepped close to the cop, her hair falling loose from behind her ear again as she passed him, her head dropping a little. Her head didn't even come level with his shoulder. "I hope I get to see you around some time when you aren't on duty . . "

 

[gagonthis]

James made sure he got a good eyeful of her body as she stood up, not really making eye contact with him. She was a pretty little eyeful, he couldn't blame the drunk for his taste in women that was for sure. Another of these girls who came downtown to party and didn't have any plan for what to do when the ugliness of the big city came up to meet them.

His eyes widened slightly when she mentioned she lived nearby. That was surprising to him, most of the poor little girls who got into trouble around this part of town were from the 'burbs, coming into the scary big city to party and get laid. Only shady types took up residence in this part of town, but officer Moreland had never seen her around these parts.

His eyes stayed focused on the bared parts of her body, though he had good practice at hiding it. His steel grey eyes seemed to radiate authority and implacability as he watched the girl move towards him. Her thanks and mild flirting cause one eyebrow to be raised slightly. James could think of worse ways to spend an evening than squiring a scared girl to safety.

"Ma'am, hold on if you will please, I'll need to take a statement from you, let me make sure you get home safely. I'll just need to call in another unit to collect the perp here." He was improvising here, but it would give him a chance to get this grateful girl home, and possibly extract a proper thank you from her.

Within moments a paddy wagon had arrived to take the drunk downtown, he was screaming bloody murder about police brutality and unfair treatment, a crowd had gathered around as the other officers showed up, muttering their support for the poor drunkard. James scowled. They'd stab each other over a five dollar crack rock but when the cops showed up they all closed ranks. James looked away and spat angrily on the ground when no one was looking. Savages.

"Ma'am, if you'll follow me please, we can see you safely back to your domicile." And maybe I can get a little something besides just beating the crap out of a cop out of this evening.

 

[DracnKitten]

Miranda looked up as the officer offered to take her home. She bit her lip and brushed a little. She knew she shouldn't, she'd probably be in trouble if he figured out what she had been doing on the street.

She nodded slowly at first, then smiled a little. "Okay, thank you." She tucked the hair that kept escaping back behind her ear. As the drunk was taken away, Miranda watched the crowds. She recognized one or two of the girls, and a few of the men as well who had already been her clients. She blushed and kept her head down a little.

She turned and looked at the officer again as he beckoned her to the car, and she slid in easily. It was a little strange to be in a cop car- and in the front no less, and she reminded herself that the man had saved her, and she wasn't in trouble. As the cop shut the door and slid in on his own side, she smiled shyly.

Appearing coy was a big part of her business- but most of it wasn't even a show. She often felt nervous and shy. Now especially.

"I- thank you, again." She smiled sweetly, looking up at him through dark lashes.

She told the cop where she lived, and it really did take only a few minutes to get there. It was a run down apartment building, and she was on the fourth floor, she told him. She started to get out of the car, thanking him again as one heel hit the ground. She leaned over and left him a peck on his cheek, one breast mostly unintentionally brushing his arm. She bit her lip and blushed- knowing she shouldn't' have done that, but she hadn't been able to help herself.

She was surprised when, as she closed the passenger door, she saw the officer raising up from the other side of the car, "I'll walk you up, miss."

Miranda blushed again, but nodded, heading for the stairs as she heard his door close. She could feel him behind her the whole way up the stairs, and some part of her thrilled. She was getting wet, she could feel it between her naked thighs. He just had to be her perfect type. Dominant in nature, tall . . . strong. She shuddered involuntarily and tried to push back her more sexual side a little, not wanting to end up in trouble. As she reached her door and unlocked it, she turned back to him, the door open slightly*

Thank you again, Officer . . "She checked his name tag for the first time, "Officer Moreland. I really appreciate all of your help."

 

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Everything about the girl radiated an innocent sexually that had James again questioning what someone like her was doing living in this cesspool for a neighborhood. Even good folks can fall on hard times he reminded himself, though he still didn't quite trust it. She could be hooking, but her general timidity seemed to suggest that wasn't her chosen profession.

Of course it could have been her first night of hooking, but James had no proof one way or the other, as far as he knew she had been an innocent bystander attacked by a horny drunk. Her blush seemed too natural for a girl engaged in a work that bred wanton sexually and a surly disposition to authority.

He opened the door for her and threw a stony glare at a few of the yelled comments about what he was planning on doing to 'dat white bitch'. He climbed into the drivers side of his cruiser, looking at her out of the corner of his eyes as he pulled into traffic. She was still doing her best to cover up her naked flesh, but all her arms served to do was accentuate parts of her that caused a stirring in his crouch.

They rode in relative silence, James having little to say as he took her the few blocks towards her ramshackle apartment building. He had been mostly lying about needing to get a statement from her. Someone else would take care of that for him as long as he get her contact information, but it had served to get him this far.

Jame maintained his stony disposition as she leaned over to thank him, but he was acutely aware of the sweet scent of her skin and the feel of her breast on his arm as she prepared to make her way up to the apartment. James stepped out of the car shortly after she turned. "I'll walk you up Miss. I still need to take your statement." He followed shortly after her, watching her backside as she moved.

Shortly he was in her apartment, she was looking everywhere but at him. If her mood was any indicator she was looking for some proper way to award the officer who had saved her. "Thank you again, Officer . .Officer Moreland. I really appreciate all of your help." She said, hesitantly, to which James just nodded.

"It's just the job miss. To protect and serve." That brought a grin to his face. Here he was trying to play super cop at a chance of getting into this girl's panties. "I just wanted to make sure I got my report right..." His eyes roamed up and down her body once more, and he stepped a little closer to dwarf her as he took out the pad he had no intention of writing anything on. "You were dragged into the alley by that drunkard, after a night of clubbing, where he tried to have his way with you before being detained by myself...." He didn't give her time to tell her story, instead asking her to confirm the story he had concocted, while reminding her who her hero was.

He smiled down at her nearly visible breasts which she had given up trying to cover once they had entered her home. "Is there any other information you'd like to tell or show me ma'am?" His tone suggesting nothing to do with crime fighting.

 

[DracnKitten]

Miranda blushed as the officer asked her about any more information. He had been looking her over quite often and she wondered if she were his type. She bit her lip and brushed her hair back some, this time making sure that some of hit that had been over her shoulder moved behind her back, showing more of her breast.

"I . . .well . . I was wondering if there was anything I could do to thank you." When he had stepped forward he had made her feel terribly small, and she shifted her weight a little nervously as she looked up at him with big eyes. She stopped trying to hold her top together, and let it fall open, baring one of her nipples to him. He pushed the other side of the top down, the sleeve nearly to her elbow as she stood before him.

"You really saved me and . . I just want to show my appreciation." She stepped forward as she spoke, blushing again. He was so big compared to her, she felt a thrill and a growing wetness between her legs. She was so close she could feel the warmth of his body, and she wanted to touch him, but didn't want to push too far until she knew it was okay.

"Please.. let me thank you?" She smiled a little, with her breasts pushed out towards him, her long hair tumbling down her back, her head level with his chest. She knew no one would find them, becuase she lived alone now, and she was willing to give him anything he wanted. She knew that the minute he touched her she would be even more willing. She imagined his strong, rough hands on her soft flesh and she had to force a moan back as she reached out to take the note pad from his hand.

 

[gagonthis]

James felt a slight stirring of triumph as the girl shrunk back from his large form. The excitement was plain on her face, he wondered if she was going to give into it or not. Chicks always went crazy for a hero cop... didn't even matter if the man he had saved her from was some worthless drunk or if he had been too abusive to him. All she knew was he was some sort of hero, her knight in shining armor.

As she released the torn top allowing her breast to come free James knew that he was going to get exactly what he wanted from this one. She quickly moved the other sleeve aside, baring both beautiful heavy breasts as she stepped closer, her voice dropping to a husky whisper.

"You really saved me and . . I just want to show my appreciation." He could see her legs quivering slightly, knew she wanted it, but was afraid of what might happen if she tried. "Please.. let me thank you?" Her voice was uncertain, and her hands shook as she reached out, taking the pad from James' hands and setting it on the worn table behind her.

"Ma'am..." James said simply as he allowed her to take the pad, freeing his hands up as he closed the small distance between them. His hands deftly moved to undo his gun belt, a little of the suspicious cop nature watching carefully to make sure she wasn't going to try to make a play for her gun. He set it aside as well, one of his hands wrapping around to rest on the small of her back as the other greedily grasped at her breast, feeling the weight of it in his calloused palm.

He stared down at her, the rest sign of pleasure crossing Officer Moreland's face in the form of a small grin as he squeezed the breast softly. "I can think of all sorts of ways for you say thank you." He said simply as the hand on her back began to move down towards her ass.

 

[DracnKitten]

Miranda gasped as she felt the cops rough hand on her breast, tensing for just an instant before relaxing in his hands- almost melting with a moan. She pressed her breast up into his hand as she felt the other moving down her back. As it pressed against the small of her back she leaned against him, stretching up on her toes to press her mouth on his.

Miranda really wanted this Officer Moreland. She wanted him badly. Her hands grasped at his shirt, and she pushed against him hard.

"Thank you, Officer Moreland . . . " Her voice was husky and her words nearly lost in the kiss she gave him, her tongue moving over his lips, pressing between them. Something about him . . about strength in men . . . drew her to him. Her entire bod trembled, not just with the fear of mis-stepping, but with desire.

As the officer pressed his hand against her ass she squirmed alittle, one of her hands moved down and pushed teh skirt off, leaving her nearly naked before him.

 

[gagonthis]

James had play out this scene before, though usually not with women quite as appealing as the one before him. It was the benefit of being a cop, sure the hours were hell, the pay mediocre at best, but the perks... that's what made the job worth doing. Did it make him a dirty cop that he took advantage of the badge? The real question was why James should care.

Her tit felt firm and warm in his hand as he gently squeezed it, her nipple responding with urgency to the rough hands of Officer Moreland. The hand on her ass moved momentarily, allowing the short skirt she was wearing to fall to the horribly maintained carpet of the squalid apartment. Still, James had done worse in worse places, and the beauty before him was prime meat.

Her kisses started hesitant at first, her quivering warm lips against his, but they quickly took on a lusty urgency as she pressed her body up against Jame's muscled physique, hands grasping at the crisp blue patrolman's uniform. Her tongue was in his mouth now, her kisses desperate, her adrenaline still at full force from the shock of the attack she had survived. She was probably sopping wet downstairs. James couldn't wait to find out.

With quick fingers he undid his shirt, tossing it aside to reveal the wife beater underneath. He quickly undid his pants, allowing them to slide to the floor with her skirt, his hands quickly returning to her body, one large hand pushing her legs apart as a finger slid across the slit of her warm cunt, pleased with the moistness he felt between her legs. His other hand gripped her ass once more, pulling her hard against him, letting her feel the length of his long hard cock pressing against her thigh as his finger continued to rub up and down the opening of her pussy, teasing her slightly, daring her to make the next move.

 

[DracnKitten]

Miranda, grasped at the officer as he removed his clothing, her hands never leaving him for more than a few seconds, her body pressing close constantly. She wanted to feel his cock inside of her, to feel him spread her legs wide open.

As his hand pushed between her legs, she gasped and her back arched, her hands grasping at his arms to keep her upright as she ground her cunt against his fingers She ached to feel them side into her, and she bit her lips before pushing back against him. She showered kisses over his chest, licking one of his nipples as she explored every muscle in his upper body Her hand moved down to the large cock that rested against her thigh, and she stroked it, her small hand tight around the shaft

"MMMM, please . . . She wasn't sure what she was asking for, but whatever it was, she wanted it badly She moved with his body, constantly rubbing against him as she felt his large cock throb in her hand, imagining it in her cunt

Finally she couldn't take it any more, she needed to have more of him, to be in closer contact with his cock. Falling to her knees she pulled it downwards, being small enough that she was just a little under mouth level with the head. As if she were starving, she took the cock into her mouth and began to suck and tongue it, bathing the head with her saliva, tasting the sit his cum would shoot from- imagining it's taste as she cleaned away pre-cum. She pushed his cock back against her throat and then pulled forward, pushing her head down again to force his cock into her throat as she shuddered and moaned with pleasure.

One hand slid down her body and between her legs, taking up residence where his hand had been a moment earlier, her fingers siding over her sick clit as she arched her back and devoured his tool.

 

[gagonthis]

James allowed another small grin to split with stoic facade as the girl began to push back against his fingers. He still didn't allow them to slide into her pussy, though he could feel her lips parting as even his most gentle probing. This little slut was primed for anything James wanted. Nothing got a girl wetter than the type of excitement she had suffered that evening.

His hand continued to explore other parts of her body, moving from her heavy breast, down the curvaceous side of her torso and back around to her ass. It was firm but pliable, with enough oomph for him to get a good handful of. He was about to flip her around, to get both hands upon that firm backside when her hand moved down and grasped at his manhood, causing him to bite back a moan of pleasure. The hesitancy was gone now, replaced by her need to have the big nightstick in her hole.

Her lips moved over his broad chest as her hand furiously pumped away at his cock, rubbing her entire form against him, her slender form shivering against his muscled torso, the heat from her sex radiating warmly on his thigh as his finger continued to work her slit slowly.

Then suddenly she was dropping to her knees, James rock hard member standing stiffly to attention before her face as her mouth found his swollen head, sucking in the salty throbbing cock as her hand continued to work his shaft. Now a low moan did escape James mouth, her mouth worked him like a pro, slurping up and down his shaft. His hands found her head almost immediately, tangling in her hair, grasping onto her neck as she continued to bob on his cock.

Her hand worked her cunt furiously as she sucked at him and before long James could feel his cock preparing to unload deep into her throat. Grabbing her hair roughly he jammed her face forward, stuffing her mouth with his cock, her nose nearly touching his pelvis as his manhood unloaded a sweet stick load deep into her throat, nearly choking her as he continued to hold her head with a rock like grip.

His knees buckled slightly as his orgasm tore over him, electricity shooting through his balls and up his cock. Finally his pearly seed stopped flowing into her mouth. "Ma'am..." He said simply, half helping, half pulling her to her feet before spinning her around to present her backside to him. "Please assume the position..." He said playfully as his hands moved across her ass and down, spreading her legs as he positioned himself behind her.

 

[DracnKitten]

Miranda could not control the violent shudder that wracked her body as the officer tangled his hands in her hair, grabbing at the back of her neck. The sheer power of his body above hers, of his stone grip, nearly sent her over the edge. She wanted to scream with the sheer pleasure she felt

Her cunt was dripping around her fingers so ready that is almost hurt. She could feel the need in the pit of her belly, spreading and enveloping her, making her want him even more And then his grip tightened, his hands grabbed at the back of her head harder and pushed her downwards. She would have cried out if she could have, as it was his rough control of her sent her over the edge and she came on her fingers, muted by the cock shooting cum down into her belly.

For a moment she almost couldn't breathe, her entire body trembling as tears gathered in her eyes form the same sensation that had driven her over the edge. The girth of him inside her throat was almost painful, and she had to fight to control her breath- but when he pulled away she heard herself whimper, wanting more.

She didn't have to wait long. The cum had barely settled in her tummy before the officer was pulling her to her feet, turning her with a gentle control, asserting his natural dominance with his strength- but without overwhelming power, his words sending a thrill through her body that made her moan.

"Yes Sir . . . " Her voice was low and husky as she answered him, trembling with every it of her less than contained lust, her hair falling into her face and over her shoulder as her head tilted down some

Miranda gasped as she felt his hands on her ass, her body still turning. She moaned when his hands moved between her legs, spreading them, and she bent forward at her waist, putting her hands on the edges of the side table that was no in front of her. Arching her back, she pushed her ass out toward him, offering him her curves and her cunt, rolling her hips so that it would be easy for him to enter her hungry, aching cunt.

"Oh god . please Officer Moreland . I need you inside of me, please fuck me . . " It was a whimpering desperate plea, echoing the signals her body was giving, her hips barely able to be still for even a moment.

 

[gagonthis]

James hands wandered across the curves of her buttocks, squeezing and massaging the warm flesh of her ass as the head of his cock hovered within a breath of her swollen warm opening. As she bent further over, grabbing the edge of a rickety plywood side table, he had to resist the urge to immediately bury himself balls deep inside of her, instead pushing forward slightly to let the tip of his cock, slathered in the remains of the sloppy blowjob, rest gently against her slit.

James wanted to call her dirty names, spank her ass a little before ramming himself deep inside her, but he forced himself to hold back the darker side within him. Besides, who knew, she might have a chance to see more of James' at a later date. His balls were already heavy with need again as his eyes walked over the arch of her ass to the valley in the small of her back and up to her long neckline. A small trickle of sweat formed on the side of James' temple as he looked at this nubile young cunt pressing back against his erection.

"Oh god . please Officer Moreland . I need you inside of me, please fuck me . . " James grunted in pleasure at her words, one large hand coming forward to wrap around the girl's right breast, palm covering her hard nipple as he began to rub his cock against her cunt, the wet of it pressing against her clit, causing cries of pleasure to escape. James felt wild, almost out of control, finally he could stand the pressure no longer and allowed the full length of him to enter her, the wetness immediately sucking his member deep into her cunt, causing him to exclaim loudly.

"Oh fuuuck...." He groaned out as his cock buried itself against her, the hand holding her tit squeezing more roughly than he intended as his cock plunged out and back into her, his other hand squeezing her ass as he began to fuck the young slut in front of him.

 

[DracnKitten]

Miranda cried out as the man entered her, thrusting inside of her. She pushed backwards, her hear thrown back as she moaned. His hand on her breast was slightly painful and that seemed to make her even wetter around him.


As he began thrusting in and out of her, Miranda rolled her hips to meet his pistoning cock, hastening the speed of the thrusts. His cock was thick and large inside of her petite body, and it made her cry out over and over again, his hand on her ass making her thrill.

"Oh god yes- ohh it feels so good! Thank you Officer Moreland . thank you for saving me! Thank you for fucking me!" She was gasping with pleasure, and she didn't think it would take her long to cum again. She pushed back harder, her ass meeting his pelvic bone every time. She threw her head back, her hair falling over her back and draping over her shoulder to brush at her breasts. She wanted to scream, but the neighbors had already made complaints against her.

This officer Moreland had her hotter and wetter than any man had in a long time, especially any clients.

"Oh god- I want you cum in me! Please cum in me Sir! Fill me up with your load!"

Miranda couldn't help it, she loved the throbbing feeling of a cock unloading in her, stretching her in pulsing bursts, emptying inside her womb.

"Please! Cum in me!"

 

[gagonthis]

James grunted with every thrust into her warm cunt, her hips moving back to meet him causing his heavy balls to slap against her as he pounded her from behind. His breath was coming ragged as his hand continued its rough molestation of her tits, the lack of protest urging him on as he pinched her nipple firmly between his large fingers, his cock absolutely soaked by the pussy he continued to punish.

"Oh god yes- ohh it feels so good! Thank you Officer Moreland . thank you for saving me! Thank you for fucking me!" James could tel her was growing closer and closer to another orgasm as his dick continued to piston her, the side table she was holding onto bashing against the dingy wall of the apartment as he pushed himself as deep into her as he could. His eyes roved over her body, pausing at the inviting upturned entrance of her ass.

For a moment he considered ramming his dick, lubed with her cunt juices, deep into her asshole, taking her tightest of holes, but again he forced that part of him down for the time being. Her entire body was quivering with each thrust and it didn't take long for James to coax another long body shattering orgasm out of her as she screamed his name.

"Oh god- I want you cum in me! Please cum in me Sir! Fill me up with your load!" As soon as she said the word 'Sir' he felt his cock begin to buck deep within her pussy, her cunt gripping his dick as his cock spasmed, squirting his hot pearly strings of cum directly into the moistness of her womanhood. The acceptance of James' power over the girl being the turn on that sent him over the edge. With a loud groan his large hard fingers dug into her backside, his legs shaking once again as he drained himself completely into her tight cunt.

As he finally drained himself, he allowed his dick to slide out of her still sopping cunt, a steady drip of his semen falling on the carpet beneath her as he quickly began gathering up his uniform, ending with the restrapping of his gun belt around his waist. "Ma'am." He said simply, with a curt nod, as he zipped his pants back up, turning to exit her dwelling.

 

[DracnKitten]

Miranda couldn't help but scream as the cop came in her, filling her completely up as she tensed her back arched, her ass pushed hard against him. SHe came again, so soon after her last orgasm, from teh feeling of him unloading.

She had hardly recovered by the time he had gathered his clothing and redressed. She stood slowly, watching him pull on his belt, a little disappointed to see him going so soon- and fully dressed.


As he took his leave she collapsed on her couch, spreading her legs wide and using his cum as lubricant to fuck herself to another hard orgasm.

The next night,a nd the night after, and for many after that, Miranda thought about the cop when she was peddling herself on the street Every time a cock entered her form behind, it was his cock, every time a hand squeezed her breast it was his- she wanted him again so badly- but she doubted she would ever see him again.

Still, her customers were quite pleased with her authentic orgasms, the kind that wracked her entire body.

It took her more than a week to begin to push him from her mind, and still he came to her when she was alone and needed release. She was even thinking of him that night, as she waited on the corner.

She had changed up her outfit a little from her usual custom. Instead of a shirt she wore a pair of terribly short shorts and a crop top that showed her flat belly and a brand new belly piercing. The top was bright red, and visible even with a leather jacket hugging her curves loosely on the cool evening. Her cleavage was apparent in the ripped front of the top- as was the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. She even bought a pair of high heeled boots, and those kept her warm to the knees.

She smiled at the men as they passed- more and more frequently they were stopping to talk to her these days. One was stopping now. business type. She found that those were the kind that paid the best . . and tipped the best too. She smiled sweetly and brushed some hair behind her ear- it was a trick that was serving her well, the sweet innocent girl look. The man was old enough to be her father- in his late forties or early fifties, and he wore a full suit in blue. He was clean and we-groomed, which was more than she could say about some of her clientele. She stepped forward as the man asked her name, giving a fake one as he touched her face gently, brushing some hair away from it and asking her what her rates were. SHe was happy to give him a quote, leaning her face into his hand and looking up at him, her lips brushing his palm. She took one more step forward and she could fee the man's hard cock through his slacks. He groaned softly, turning to take her to his car- he was goign to pay for a nice hotel room even She'd found a winner with this one.

 

[gagonthis]

James stepped out into the cold night, a gust of wind bringing the stink of the city to his nostrils once again. Still it was a little easier to ignore the smell as he moved back towards the patrol car, his cock twitching in his pants as he thought about the young little piece he’d just fucked. Sometimes this job really did have its perks.

He spent the rest of the evening thinking about the curves of that girl’s ass, the wetness of her cunt. Towards the end of his shift he had to pull his car off into a darkened corner and pound one out, his fist furiously pumping his cock as he remembered the girl’s lips wrapped around his cock, begging him for more.

Finally he returned to the station, changing out of his uniform, joking with a couple of the other officers about what had happened that evening, each of them laughing away indiscretions that were easily grounds for termination in any less corrupt precinct. Finally he returned home to his own small apartment, pulling a chilled can of beer out of the fridge before falling asleep to the rising of the dawning sun.

The next few days wiped the memory of the hot encounter from his mind. Back to the night shift grind as usual, chasing crack heads through alleyways, dragging drunks into the sober tank, more of the shit that made his skin crawl as he got a good long look at the dark side of humanity. So it was he was in a black mood as he cruised his beat, rolling past the same neighborhood he’d been in a few days earlier when he saw something that caught his eyes.

“This is patrol car 1138, investigating a possible code 82 in progress.” He spoke coolly into the radio, using the police code for a possible prostitution crime. Pulling his car slowly near the offending vehicle he saw the rear end of the whore as she began to enter the car. James flipped the lights and siren of his cruiser on and he saw the man panic, an uncontrolled laugh escaping James’ lips as the man shoved the hoe out of his car and peeled out, clearly terrified of being caught.

James had a moment of indecision as he tried to decide what to do... pursue the john and let the hoe get off or bust the john and let the whore escape. Grabbing the radio he called back into dispatch. “Need an APB up out on a car carrying a perp for the code 82. License plte Zed nine Hotel Alpha eight four..” He put the radio out as he busted out of the car, his taser coming up as the whore began to raise herself off the ground.

It took James a moment to recognize her, and when he did his eyes raised in surprised, though he quickly allowed his stony cop face to reestablish himself. Looking at her momentarily he clicked the radio on the side of his uniform. “Patrol Car 1138 reporting in. The prostitute has fled the scene, lost sight of her....over.” He said simply, letting the radio click off as he looked into the face of the girl he’d fucked just a few days before.

 

[DracnKitten]

Miranda was just climbing into the car when suddenly a bright light was pouring in through the back window. She cried out- but had barely any time to react, the man she had been purchasing her services shoving her out of the car roughly and slamming the door as he sped off. Miranda was too shocked to move quickly, everything happening so fast.

She began to turn onto her hands and knees and get up when the cop strode over and she looked up, gasping. It was the very same man she'd been dreaming about ever since her last encounter with him, Officer Moreland.

She stood quickly now, hearing him speak into his radio, and she felt a sudden rush of relief. He was going to let her go. She brushed herself off, smiling sweetly, her stomach dancing nervously. He looked more stern than she remembered- but it didn't matter, she was wet just at the sight of him.

"O-Officer Moreland . . I wasn't expecting to see you . . . again." She brushed some hair over her shoulder and behind her ear, stepping a little clser to him, closing the space between her and the imposing cop.

"Thank you for not calling me in . . . it seems you're saving me an awful lot." She smiled up at him and batted her long pretty lashes, her hand shaking as she reached out to touch his chest, "Do you want me to thank you again, like I did last time? I'd be more than happy to do that." Her light blue eyes searched his stony face as she let her fingers rest lightly on his chest, her breasts a breath away from pressing against him as she shifted slightly.

 

[gagonthis]

James looked at the whore as she pulled herself to her feet. Part of him seethed in anger, another part of him, a baser part, reminded of their previous encounter felt a dark lust rising like a jungle cat within him. He noted with some detachment that the hand holding the taser hadn’t wavered once, the stun gun still pointed directly at the young woman who had thanked him so profusely.

He could see her relief as he radioed in that she was nowhere to be found, though her eyes did seem to unconsciously wander to the stun gun. Finally after what seemed an eternity his hand fell to his side, reholstering the stun gun.

"O-Officer Moreland . . I wasn't expecting to see you . . . again." She brushed a bit of her hair back, James could see the nervousness in her stance. The part of him that seethed in anger was threatening to rear its ugly head. He’d gone out of his way to protect this young lady from the ugliness of the streets, and it turned out she was a goddamn prostitute. He’d put himself in the line of fire for her. Sure he’d taken his payment out of that sweet backside...

"Thank you for not calling me in . . . it seems you're saving me an awful lot." She smiled up at him and batted her long pretty lashes, her hand shaking as she reached out to touch his chest, "Do you want me to thank you again, like I did last time? I'd be more than happy to do that."

And then the lust was upon him again, only now it was something darker, something more sinister than it had been before. “Identification.” He said simply, holding out his hand, his face still completely stony as he accepted the flimsy documented she produced out of the back pocket of her jeans. His eyes looked her over again momentarily, drinking in the slutty outfit she was clothed in. “Miranda Flinehart.... please come this way.” He said simply, opening the back door of his patrol car. “I’d like to know some more about what exactly it was you were doing here.” He said, his voice hinting that he was expecting once again what he received before.

 

[DracnKitten]

Miranda's mask of self assurance began to slip away at the stern tone the officer took, her hand shaking as she gave him her ID. She looked up at him as he used her legal name, and her head dropped some as she slipped into his car.

She jumped as he closed the door, watching as he got into his own seat, biting her lip as he started the car. She didn't' know what to say to him. She wasn't' really sure what he wanted to hear. She picked at the edge of her pocket, nervous. She would gladly give him what he wanted of her body but . . .

"I . . . you know what I was doing, Officer Moreland . . I'm . . . I make my living with my-" she looked out the window and bit her lip harder, "sexual talents." Miranda was seeing a pattern to where the officer was going, and she shifted a little.

"We aren't going to my apartment?" She got no answer. Instead, the Officer seemed to be ignoring her until he pulled into a motel parking lot. She leaned forward a little, "I- . . we'd be much more comfortable in my apartment . . wouldn't we?"

She didn't understand why he would want to come here. Brushing some hair from her face nervously, she watched him get out of the car. He went into the office, and came back out a few minutes. Miranda tried to slow her heart rate, telling herself that the officer only wanted one thing, and she could give him that. She remembered the last time she had thanked him, and she became slightly excited. When he opened the door she slid out and looked up at him, her hand moving to lay on his chest, trembling in the familiar gesture.

"Officer Moreland?"

 

[gagonthis]

James pulled out of the narrow alley, not bothering to turn on his headlights until he hit the main thoroughfare. As he rolled slowly up the street his eyes continued glancing into his rearview mirror, at the frightened whore sitting in the rear of the cop car.

He hadn't cuffed her, but there was no way he was going to let some prostitute ride shotgun in his patrol car, and there was no way he was going to be seen back at her domicile again. A beat cop frequenting a hooker's home was just asking to be thrown off the force.

He ignored all her inquiries as he drove them in silence, listening to the incoming squawks on the police radio. Junkies and drunks that's all it ever was anymore, someone had their TV stolen, that'd be turned into someone's meth fix really quickly. The only people with means in this part of town were the johns, coming in from the suburbs to get the thrills their wives had stopped giving them once it became clear they didn't have to service anyone to get their fancy jewelry anymore... men who came to fuck women like the young whore in the backseat.

His eyes moved up to the rear view once more, this time fixated on her heaving breasts and smooth creamy thighs riddled with goosebumps. Her slight fear made him feel powerful. And why shouldn't he? He was a duly appointed officer of the law and she was a common whore, completely at his whim.

Finally he arrived at a seedy by the hour motel on the outskirts of his patrol district. A lot of the officers used the place for some of their less savory dealings and the man who man the establishment was an expert at looking the other day. A small threat here and there did wonders to ensure people's cooperation.

He returned to the car shortly with a key to a room on the second of two floors, a regular old key attached to a faded plastic tab that once proclaimed the name of the motel. Opening the door he gestured for the girl to exit the vehicle, walking slightly ahead and to the side of her as he made his way up to the second floor, glowering at the harsh neon lighting in the stairwell. The place was in disrepair, but with the type of business going on within the thin walls of the place James supposed upkeep was the least of the concern.

The key slid into the lock with a jarring grinding noise, suggesting that the place had been forcefully entered on more than on occasion. A thin mattress on a rusted frame covered with old musty sheets took up the majority of the room, a partially dissected TV on the small dressed taking up the rest of the space. There was a door that led into a small bathroom which contained things James was sure he had no wish to find out about.

Once Miranda had entered the room he shut the door behind, bolting the locks and applying the security chain before turning on the flickering bulb that provided the only illumination within the small room. "Now then Miranda..." James said steadily as he removed his hat and belt, this time making sure his weapons were in plain sight at all time. "Seems I've saved you twice now. Only this time it was from yourself. So let's talk about what you'll be doing to thank me whore." The last part was said so deadpan he might as well have been screaming it at her.

 

[DracnKitten]

Miranda's face fell slightly as the cop ignored her touch, turning away from her and walking up the stairs to the second floor. Finally, she followed him in silence, looking up only once she had stepped into the small, dirty room. She shuddered at the site of it. She had been in some dirty motels before, but this one reached a new low. She heard the door close and turned to watch the officer secure it . . . multiple ways.

Miranda was afraid to touch anything, for the filth that lay over the place. There were probably more ways to catch a disease in here than she could count. She looked at the bed cover and pushed her hands into her pockets, her eyes turning up to the officer as he turned from the heavily bolted door. She watched as he removed his hat and belt, and bit her lip as he started to speak, flinching as his voice grew colder. She took a step back, less and less certain by the moment that she had truly been saved. Going to jail might have been better.

Still, he hadn't called her in . . and she had offered to thank him. SHe took an uncertain step forward and fell to her knees, looking up at the officer as her hands raised to run over his thighs and upward.

"You liked what I did last time, didn't you Officer Moreland? I can do that again." She ran her trembling hands over his groin, finding his cock and tracing it with her thumb, then pressing the heel of her palm against it firmly and running up it's length. She was afraid to let him know how uncertain she was, but she had never been good at hiding it. Even as she pressed her lips against the fabric of his slacks, her breath trembled. She kissed up the length of him, teasing slowly, trying to use her skills to alleviate his anger some. She could understand it- he had thought he was saving her before. He had probably thought she was some mostly innocent girl who had been caught up int eh wrong part of town by the wrong kind of guy. Now he saw the truth, she was selling herself- she had encouraged the behavior that had gotten her into trouble before.

"I promise, I'll do anything you want me to. I want to show you how thankful I am." Sincere but frightened eyes looked up at him. She had to be the most innocent, honest street whore there was. Her scarlet hair tumbled back from her pale face, her blue eyes those of a woman barely out of childhood.

 

[gagonthis]

James watched as Miranda, no, he reminded himself, the whore, stepped into the room, looking about it with some trepidation. He refused to believe that this little slut wasn't used to dirty seedy motel rooms. She was prepared to fuck some useless drunk in a back alley when he had saved her the first time. This was all part of her slutty little act. He'd seen it before.

Some whores played the over the top direct sexuality, others tried to act like innocent little angels to entice their men. James had thought Miranda was just a naive girl in need of help, but it turned out she was a shrewd calculating little whore with a cunt that had probably serviced who knew how many other men. And nothing pissed James off more than be deceived by some street low life.

He was about to step forward and yank her further into the room when she took a hesitant step, falling to her knees in front of him. He could tell she was trying to figure out what she could get away with, her dirty whore mind trying to reason her way out of the trouble she knew she was going to get from James.

"You liked what I did last time, didn't you Officer Moreland? I can do that again." Her hands ran up his thighs and over the crouch of his pressed black patrolman's slacks. Still he looked down on her with cold eyes, his anger seething beneath his stony calm glare. She trembled, her fear almost seeming genuine as her mouth moved forward, kissing at the fabric of his slacks, teasing his growing cock with her full lips as she looked up at him, obviously trying to read his mood.

He couldn't ignore the signals his body was sending to his brain, and some part of his mind was insanely turned on by the power he was exercising over this lowly little street whore.

"I promise, I'll do anything you want me to. I want to show you how thankful I am." As she brought her face back up to look at James his hand came down hard on the top of her head, grabbing at her hair roughly, pulling her to her feet. His other hand shot out and grabbed the tight red crop top just above her breast, pulling sharply, a loud tear demolishing the shirt as the pre ripped bits came apart at the seams. Then before she could react he threw her towards the bed, a satisfying smile coming to his lips as she collapsed belly first on top of it.

Moving towards her he quickly hooked his fingers into the back of her shorts, pulling them off her curved ass quickly. "I think you know exactly what I want if you want to stay out of jail you little whore..." He said menacingly as his hands began to pull at the skimpy pair of panties she wore beneath her discarded shorts.