One Good Cop

Officer Alicia Tanner holstered her pistol and grabbed the youngest of the three perps by his shirt and turned him around. She was blonde, her hair pulled back in a tight ponytail and she maintained her tight, small body. Always aced her fitness exams and kept her perky tits pinned down with an athletic bra. The perp was lean, a good foot taller than Alicia, and had a boyish face that was mismatched with his harder-looking companions. She shoved his face against the brick wall of the tenement the man and his companions had fled to when they had been caught dealing on the corner.

"You got that one?" Officer Spaulding asked as he and his partner, Officer Kowalski, slammed the other two perps against a nearby chain link fence. The fence rattled and one of the men began cursing.

"He'll behave," said Alicia. 

She already has her cuffs out. She snapped the bracelets closed around the young man's wrists and hauled him away from the wall. Unlike his pals, his expression was pained and he seemed defeated.

"Come on," she said, shoving him ahead of her. He dragged his feet a bit, but did not resist. Alicia shouted over her shoulder. "You going to book those two?"

"Want to photograph these tattoos and see if they match up with any of the gangs," said Kowalski. He prodded the man he had just cuffed. "Looks like Red Kings to me."

"Yeah, check that one before you load him up," added Spaulding. "You sure you don't need help?"

"I got him!" Alicia exclaimed, annoyance flashing in her blue eyes. She rounded the corner and walked the perp back to her squad car. Her light bars were still going, painting red and blue moving lights across her, the perp, and the squalor of their surroundings. 

"What's your name?" She asked.

"John," said the man softly. "John Jefferson."

"No street name?" 

"My dad calls me 'Beanpole'," said the man and he glanced fearfully over his shoulder. He looked like a giant kid to Alicia. So afraid that it seemed like he might start crying.

"Well, John, I'm going to check you out for priors. IF you have any gang affiliation you are going in for gang activity charges on top of the drugs. But if you cooperate--"

"No, gangs, um, ma'am," he said. "I was just hanging out. I know one of those guys from the neighborhood, you know? He was fixin' to get me some beers for tomorrow. For Friday. I'm not into drugs. I don't deal!"

"We'll see," she said as she ducked his head with her hand and eased him into the back of her patrol car. She climbed into the front, switched off her car's light bars, and began typing up his info in her PDT. The computer was old and slow.

"Please don't take me to jail," moaned John in the back. Alicia glanced at him in the rearview and saw his big, brown eyes glistening with tears. He wasn't crying, but he was close. She felt sorry for him. He was a young, good-looking kid. Could have been a basketball player or something at his height. But there was evidence that was hard to overlook.

"You had almost an ounce of heroin on you," she said.

"I didn't know what it was!" He said, a few tears finally shaking loose. "Mikey handed it to me when you guys rolled up! Fuck! I was supposed to go to college! My dad is gonna kill me!"

John Jefferson's info finally appeared on the screen of Alicia's laptop. He was 18, still in high school for a couple weeks, no-priors and fingerprints in the system from a school program to try to recruit cops from the area. His listed address was in a working class suburb several miles from the ghetto. What a waste, she thought.

Alicia sighed and walked around to the back of her cruiser. She opened the door and John looked up at her hopefully. 

"Stand up again," she said, motioning for him to comply. "I need to check you over for gang ink."

"I already told you," he muttered, but he listened and stood up. 

Alicia snapped on her Maglite and checked John's arms and legs. They were muscular and unmarked by tattoos. She lifted up the front of his shirt, exposing his washboard abs and his chest. There was a scar on his side. She instinctively touched it with her fingertips, tracing the dark line in his brown flesh.

"Mama burned me with a curling iron," he said and looked away from Alicia. "Said it was an accident."

"Mmmm." Alicia pursed her lips. "Turn around, please."

He turned around and she lifted his cuffed wrists to check his back. She slid his shorts down enough to glimpse his muscular buttocks. Something twisted inside her and she snapped upright, his shirt dropping back down over his toned back. She was enjoying inspecting him a little too much. He caught her eye again and she looked away this time. 

"Since you..."

She had a frog in her throat and had to clear her throat and start over.

"Since you have no priors, I am going to take you home. Confiscate the drugs and take you home." She looked at him again. He was smiling. A big, perfect, even smile that was extra bright in the street light. "You're not off the hook yet. Just because you're not being booked tonight does not mean you can't be charged for the crime at a later date. It depends largely on the choices you make going forward."

John nodded vigorously and said, "I understand. Thank you! God bless you!"

"Calm down," she said, chuckling at his relief. "Let me un-cuff you and we can take you home. Okay? I'll still need to have a talk with your father."

"I ain't a minor," said John.

"But you're under his roof?"

"Yeah, I am," he admitted as she unlocked his cuffs. 

She got John back into the back of the car and radioed in that she was going to take him home. Spaulding and Kowalski razzed her for letting him go.

"You're going soft in your old age," said Spaulding.

"I'm not even forty," scoffed Alicia. "You watching your mouth, baldy."

She set off for John Jefferson's address. As she drove, her mind wandered to John's scar, a mark of cruelty inflicted in his childhood, and to his perfect abs and muscular arms. She glanced back at him in the rearview. He was watching her, his eyes dark, but friendly. He reminded her of an actor, but she couldn't put a name to his face. All she knew was she was attracted to John Jefferson. She twisted her wedding band with her thumb.

Aaron and the kids were back home, waiting for her shift to end at eleven. What was she doing thinking about this young guy in her back seat? 

"Do you play any sports?" She asked. 

"Naw," said John, leaning back in the seat. "Everybody think they're gonna be the next Lebron. I sit my ass down and study. I've got straight As."

Alicia raised an eyebrow. "Scholarships?"

"Yeah, got admitted to Brown too. You believe that? An Ivy League. Can't afford it though so I'm going to state."

"Nothing to be ashamed of," said Alicia. "I graduated from the University of Virginia."

"Oh yeah? Law enforcement?" 

"Art history," said Alicia. "Impressionism specifically."

It always got a laugh out of the guys at the station, but John smiled and said, "Cool. That's cool. Like Cézanne and Matisse."

"Yes!" Alicia laughed. "Yeah, Matisse is actually my favorite. You're full of surprises, John."

He leaned forward, gripping the metal divider between the front and back of the squad car with his fingertips. He looked into her eyes in the mirror. "Please, Officer Tanner. My dad... he has been through a lot of shit in life. But he lives thinkin' I'm a good kid. And I am. I swear to god. But it would kill him if he knew where I was hangin' tonight."

When Alicia did not immediately answer John, he sighed and flopped back in the seat. Instead of answering him with words at all, Alicia did something impulsive and pulled off into the empty lot of an ice cream stand. It was late and the stand was closed, but she could still see workers inside. As she pulled up to the drive through, the speaker crackled and a voice asked, "What can we do for you, officer?"

"You like chocolate or vanilla?" She asked, glancing in the rearview mirror.

"What? Oh, you know I like vanilla," he said, flashing a grin. 

"One vanilla and I will have a chocolate," said Alicia. She glanced in the rearview and felt that twinge again. The manager passed the shakes through the window and Alicia pulled the cruiser around to the concrete picnic tables in the back of the stand. "Come on, John, let's have a talk."

She perched her firm, middle-aged ass on the edge of the table and John sat on the bench next to her feet. He seemed to sense something was in the air and sat very close to her. They drank their milkshakes in silence at first, exchanging a few glances, making a few satisfied sounds, but not interrupting the quiet night. The workers in the stand locked up and waved as they departed, leaving Alicia and John alone in the pale glow of a street light.

"I'm hoping I never see you again," said Alicia. "Out on the streets."

"You won't," said John. 

"Good, because then I can be honest with you," she set her drink down. "I hate this job. I hate busting guys like you over and over again. I hate going home to my husband who works a desk job and doesn't understand. Who watches Fox News all the time and always has some... bullshit to say."

"What are you saying?" John asks, giving her a confused look.

"I don't know," she laughed. "I shouldn't be saying anything."

He got up from the bench and sat beside her on the table. Close beside her.

"Naw, it's cool," he said, looking into her eyes. "I think I get it too, Officer Tanner."

"Alicia," she said.

"Ok, Alicia," he grinned. Something changed in his posture, in the way he was looking at her. His gaze lingered on her perky tits and the swell of her shapely hips. He didn't care that she knew he was looking. "Yeah, you see young, hot black guys all the time, busting us for nothing, for standing in the wrong place, and you feel guilty about it. So you buy me a milkshake."

"I didn't say I was guilty."

"But you bought me the milkshake," he said. "And you're being awful nice to me. What do you want, Alicia?"

The way he said her name sent a chill through her body. It felt dangerous. It felt like that first time she had to fight with a perp in a dark alleyway. Her face was hot with rushing blood and her heart was thumping in her chest.

"Something good," she said softly, looking into his eyes. She felt impossibly vulnerable and almost as if she were falling. This young man who had cried in the back of her squad car had suddenly shifted into dominance. He put his hand on her leg, close enough to her gun to be dangerous. He leaned closer to her. 

"You are guilty," he said. "You want something to ease that conscience. Something to relive you of that burden. I can do that for you, Alicia." 

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," he said, running his big hand towards the inside of her thigh. 

She trembled with desire. He slid his fingers higher, touching the taut groin of her uniform pants. He kneaded her pussy through the fabric and she let out a gasp of breath she had been holding. Her lips parted and John stole that moment to kiss her. He was not tentative at all, his tongue invaded her mouth and his lips pressed tightly against hers. She could not resist his kiss and moaned against him, jerking her hips and thrusting her mound against his stroking fingers. Pleasure shot through her, free of guilt.  

The more she succumbed to desire, the more John asserted his physical and sexual dominance. His fingers pressed intently against her groove and massaged her clit through her pants. He may have seemed like a scared kid a couple minutes ago, but he clearly knew what he was doing and Alicia was at his mercy. 

He broke the kiss suddenly and leaned back. She looked at him, panting softly, her face flushed with desire and her blue eyes glittering with confusion. He took her hand and moved it to the lap of his shorts.

"Is this what you want? Something thick to free up that conscience?" He squeezed her hand beneath his and she felt the thick length of his cock. She squeezed it again and it jerked in his shorts. 

"Yessss," she moaned. 

"Go on then, girl," he chuckled. "Get that black dick."

He pulled his shorts down and exposed his cock. It sprung free of its confinement, bouncing upright slowly and sticking up from his lap like a bludgeon carved from mahogany. It was as long as her nightstick and thick with veins. The tip was bulbous and glistening faintly in the streetlight. His heavy balls shifted against his muscular thighs. 

Alicia could hardly believe what she was doing as she wrapped her small hands around his cock. She had to hold it with both hands as she began to stroke him. He cupped the back of her head, slipping his fingers into her silky blonde hair, and he guided her head to his cock. She did not resist him. She closed her eyes and parted her lips and Officer Alicia Tanner began to suck his hard cock.

"Ohhhh shit," he moaned as she tightened her lips around him and began to bob on his hard dick.

Cars passed on the street nearby, but they were hidden from view by the ice cream stand. She bobbed her mouth wantonly, moaning around him as she sucked. Her drool spilled over his cock, making it glisten, and she tasted the faint saltiness of his precum. She stroked his dark cock with one hand while her other slipped lower to cup and massage his cum-filled balls.

John enjoyed the blowjob the pretty older cop was giving him until his cock began to twitch. He lifted her head up and she gasped for air, flicking her tongue against his tip, addicted to sucking his huge black cock. 

"That's enough, girl, you're gonna make me bust my nut," he laughed. "I need to try out that police pussy."

"Yess," she moaned and rose from the table. She looked into his eyes as she unbuckled her gun belt and her uniform belt. She peeled her tight blue trousers down from her shapely hips, revealing her red lace panties dark at the front where her juices had soaked the fabric. 

"Turn around," he said. "Let me see that ass while you pull those panties down."

She obeyed him without hesitation, bending over the table and pulling her panties down from her firm, round ass. She was tanned from her work outdoors and hitting the beach on the weekends, but her ass bore the unmistakable creamy white triangle of a bikini bottom. Her pussy was nearly completely shaved, just a hint of golden blonde above her cunt. She had a round ass and thick, powerful thighs from walking and running so much. 

John grab her ass in both hands and spread her cheeks. He squeezed and ran his fingers over her pussy and up the crack of her ass to massage her clenched asshole. 

"Goddamn, girl," he said. "You got that thick gym booty. Fuckin' hot as hell. Let me taste that pussy."

Alicia's asshole tensed against his touch, but arched her back to offer him her juicy pussy. His cock bounced against the backs of her thighs. He rubbed his wet tip over her legs and up to her ass. He stroked his cock and smacked it against her upturned ass. She gasped as he thumped it into her crack and sent fearful shocks through her tense asshole. A cock as big as John's was too much for her little ass. 

She looked back at him over her shoulder, eyes blazing and pussy aching, and begged, "Please, fuck my pussy."

"You don't gotta ask me twice, officer," he said and fed his cock straight into her slick pussy. Her head jerked up as she felt his hot, thick hardness push into her tight pussy. She had never had a cock like that. It felt twice as big as her husband's as it opened her folds and plowed all the way to the limit inside her. John grabbed her slender waist just beneath her uniformed shirt and groaned with pleasure, "Fuck yeahhhh girl, you are tight as hell."

"It's so big," she gasped, too quietly for him to here.

"Yeah, you like that dick," he laughed and began to plow her tight, slick, middle-aged pussy. His huge balls swung against her clit and his dark hips smacked and bounced against her firm ass. The sound of his body colliding with hers was like a drumbeat and her rising pleasure was like the orchestra, following that beat, twining around it, and pushing her towards an ecstasy she had never known before.

John grabbed her bouncing ponytail in his fist and arched her body. His cock plunged deep into her cunt and he bounced her against his hips, arching her body by her pulled hair. His cock was too big, it hurt with every thrust, and yet the pain was only enhancing her pleasure. 

"Ohhhhh godddd," she cried. "Ohh fuck!"

"Go on, cum on it," he grunted. "I can feel that little pussy twitching for me. I know you want to cum."

"Ahhhhhhh! YESSSS!" She pushed back, skewering herself on his straining cock. Her orgasm flashed behind her eyelids. It crackled from her clit, to her clenching cunt, to her straining nipples rubbing inside her athletic bra. She came like she had never cum before with her husband or any of her boyfriends before that. Not even her magic wand could make her cum like John's massive cock, pistoning deep into her tender cunt.

Her orgasm peaked and receded, leaving her gasping. John let her sprawl across the concrete table and he fucked her even harder. His hands pressed her shoulders down and he leaned his full weight against her back and her ass with every thrust. His cock left her breathless. It was so deep inside her it felt as if it was burrowing to her heart. 

"Fuck yeah, girl," he grunted above her. "Gonna cum inside that pussy. You like that?"

"No," she gasped, but again, it was barely audible.

"Yeah, you do," he laughed and with a final rush of thrusts she felt his huge cock seem to swell even larger. It twitched deep inside her and she felt a hot spurt of liquid. John's hands gripped her tightly and he roared, "YEAAAHHH! FUCK!"

Spurt after spurt of his hot cum flooded her tight pussy, overflowed her stuffed channel, and dripped down her trembling thighs. She felt each gout of hot seed like a finger pushing lightly against her cervix and with each pump she knew the hard truth: she had no protection. She was taking his load in her pussy and although she was late into her thirties, she could still wind up knocked up by his teenage cum. Somehow, this thought triggered a sudden and unexpected orgasm, and Alicia began to cum again.

"Ahhhhhh!" She whined, pushing back, taking his cumming cock deep, and squeezing around him with pleasure all her own.

He collapsed against her, his cock still twitching deep inside her creamy pussy, his breath hot against her neck.

"Fuck, girl, I think you just made up for some of that shit you been doing," he moaned. "That was the best pussy I ever had."

"It was," she gasped for air, "the best cock."

A new understanding was formed in that moment. She was a good cop. Officer Alicia Tanner would be following up on the case of John Jefferson. She would make sure he didn't offend again if she had to fuck and suck him every week for years to come.