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"Civic Duty"

“Officer, you don’t understand,” Tawny said. “My husband should be arriving soon.”

“Husband?” He snickered. “Is that what you working girls call your pimp nowadays?”

A lone streetlight at the opposite end of the alley attempted to illuminated the space between the two
buildings wide enough just for his police car and his massive ego.

Not that the man didn’t have the right to lord over her. For one, she was standing on the corner in her
tiny, tight denim shorts and her pink tank top that drove Ben crazy. Topped with her fuck-me heels, she
looked ready for action.

And this cop caused a current to pour from her throbbing pussy. Wearing his cap low, a shadow from
the brim covered his face so that all she saw was his strong chin, one full of stubble and a small cleft.
His muscled arms with a light dusting of dark hairs made her nipples harden from staring at them.

Then her gaze fell down to his tight, dark pants and the impressive bulge. Damn, why did she always
have a thing for guys in uniform? That’s what she and Ben should have played tonight: he as a tough
cop and she as an innocent law-breaker.

Tawny clasped her hands together in a prayer form. “Please, don’t do this. I’m not a hooker.”

Footfalls coming down the alley made Tawny and the officer direct their attentions to the sound. She
saw her husband’s khaki pants before his sweet face and shaggy blond hair came to light. She
released her breath as soon as she saw him.

“Thank God,” Tawny said. “Honey, tell the officer what we’re doing.”

Ben stopped a couple of feet from the duo. He gazed at the officer. “So you weren’t convinced she
wasn’t a prostitute?”

The cop shook his head.

Ben returned his attention to his wife. “I think you need to prove yourself. A real working girl gives the
worst blow jobs. Show him how good you are.”

Tawny blinked.

The officer undid his belt and set it with a loud thud on top of the hood of his car. Then pulled down his
zipper.

After giving his wife a sweet kiss, Ben put his hand to her shoulders and with a gentle nudge, pushed
her down to her knees. He smoothed her hair back.

Long and thick, the cop’s dick impressed her more than his muscular physique. She glanced at her
husband. With a knowing wink, she knew what was going on now.

A smile hitched up at the corner of her mouth as she wrapped her fingers around the pulsating penis. A
drop of pre-come wept at his opening. She wasted no time in tasting him.

She heard his sharp intake of air between his teeth and felt his body stiffen. Her tongue swirled around
his tip while her other hand cradled his balls. He moaned then fell back against his car as though she’d
taken away his ability to stand.

Obeying her husband, she eased her mouth down on his cock, all the way to the hilt and held him there.
When she pulled back, her tongue slithered around his prick.

“Fuck, she is good,” the officer said.

Tawny’s nipples hardened under her thin top. She covered him in a layer of saliva so that her mouth
caressed him easier.

“Stand up, baby.”

She wasn’t sure who had made the request. All she heard was her pounding heart in her head. But
she got to her feet, standing in her strappy sandals without breaking her suction.

From behind she felt hands on the clasp of her shorts. As soon as they hit the ground, she stepped out
of them. She stopped servicing him long enough for Ben to strip off her tank top.

Ben slid the tip of his meaty baton up and down between her pussy lips. The more he teased her, the
faster she bobbed her head until finally Ben slid just his head inside of her.

If Ben hadn’t held her hips she would have fallen to the ground. Without warning, he plunged himself
deep inside of her. She moaned with her mouth still surrounding his shaft.
All three bodies worked in one slithering, seductive unit with Ben pounding her pussy from behind,
Tawny bouncing her head up and down and the officer gyrating his hips.

“Oh shit!” The cop gave the warning before erupting his come into Tawny’s mouth.

She swallowed him hungrily, careful not to miss a drop. She barely had time to savor the taste before
Ben pulled out of her, turned her around, lifted her up and set her on the hood of the car. Pulling her to
the edge so that she felt like she was going to fall if he didn’t hold her, he spread her legs. This time he
let his plum-like tip play around her asshole.

When he glided inside of her tight, puckered hole, Tawny squeezed her eyes shut and rolled her head
back, enjoying the feeling of Ben’s thick cock filling her up. While her eyes were closed, she felt a set
of lips kissing her aching breasts.

Gazing down, she saw dark hair. Must have been the cop. He’d never taken his hat off until now. She
ran her fingers through his hair damp from sweat. While one of his large, callused hands played with
one tit, circling her pebbled nipple with his thumb, his mouth covered her other breast. She felt his
tongue circling her nipple.

The sensations all felt so good to her. She wrapped her legs around her husband but she felt him
trembling. The anticipation built up inside of her too until it wasn’t long until she had to release a
scream that echoed down the alley.

Ben followed her exclamation with his own loud moan. She felt his hot seed spray inside of her.
Except for their heaving panting, no one uttered a word until Ben finally broke the silence.

“Happy birthday, baby.”

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