Chapter 4
Bianca was aware that her heart was pounding like crazy as she applied a thin film of lip gloss to make her lips even more red. Her heart had been racing since she caught Louis getting his big prick sucked by those two cheap sluts.
"I'll show that son of a bitch!" Bianca muttered under her breath as she stood in the women's bathroom of the police station.
Stepping away from the mirror, she inspected herself critically. She was born twenty-six years earlier.
Her eyes were wide-set, big and luminous, dark as onyx. She had a small nose and a narrow mouth that pouted in just the right way to make men squirm in their seats, wishing to shove their cocks into her mouth.
"Yes, the chief shouldn't be too difficult," Bianca murmured, letting her hands cup her tits, raising them slightly. Bianca had medium-sized tits that suited her five-foot-seven frame beautifully, and her narrow waist and flared hips complemented the overall package of her looks.
When Bianca squared her shoulders and rapped loudly on the chief's office door, she knew exactly what she had to do. She knew what would soon be happening, and, for reasons she wasn't quite sure of, she was more than just a little bit excited.
"Come in!" the chief boomed from the other side of the door.
Bianca stepped in and closed the door behind her, then faced the chief of police while standing at attention.
"Relax, you're making me nervous," the chief said sarcastically, motioning to the chair facing his desk. As Bianca sat, the chief busied himself by lighting the well-chewed stub of his cigar. "What's up?"
"I'd like to talk to you about a transfer."
"What for?"
"I just want a transfer, that's all."
"I know enough about people to know they never want somethin' without a reason. Transfer to what department?"
"The juvenile squad," Bianca said, looking the chief straight in the eyes.
The chief laughed and slapped his desk with the palm of his hand, causing everything there to rattle and shake, "Louis can't stand kids," the chief started, then was stopped when laughter gripped him again. "What the hell do you want juvenile for?"
"Precisely because my darling can't stand kids," Bianca answered, getting up from her chair. "I want juvenile because that bastard of a husband I've got despises everyone under thirty." Bianca leaned on the table, giving the chief a good look at her profile. "Now do I get the transfer, or do I have to earn it?"
Bianca saw the chief's eyes get large as the recognition of her words suddenly struck an open nerve. His eyes trailed over her body and she knew then that she had him in her power.
"Well . . . I . . .ah , . . "
Bianca walked around the desk and grabbed the arm of the chief's chair, spinning it around so he faced her. Then, her hands on his thighs, she slowly knelt at his feet.
"I'm going to suck your cock, Chief. I'm going to take that big pole you've got between your legs into my mouth and I'm going to suck you off. I'm going to tongue that massive pole of delicious cockmeat until you cream me. You'll shoot your nuts off harder than you ever have before, and you'll have me to thank for that."
Bianca's hand moved slowly up the chief's thighs, inching toward his prick. Her other hand was rubbing her left tit, massaging the firm flesh, getting the nipple hard and en-flamed.
"You want that, don't you, Chief? You want my lips wrapped around your cock 'cause you know what it'll do to you."
"Yeah, I want it," the chief said, his voice cracking with tension. The gorgeous policewoman Bianca Okona, who insisted on using her maiden name even after she was married, was rubbing his cock through the pants of his uniform, getting it big and hard and ready for her mouth.
Bianca used both hands to pull the chief's zipper down. Reaching into the opening, she finally fished out a half-hard pole of prickmeat that promised to get considerably longer and harder once her lips went to work. The skin was velvety, but the inner core was much harder and throbbed in her palm.
"All I want is a transfer to juvenile," Bianca purred, her hot breath cascading over the twitching head of the chief's prick.
Kissing the mushroomed knob, Bianca felt absolutely devilish. She had never cheated on Louis, and the chief's cock was the first strange one she had tasted in over seven years. Her tongue flicked out, rolling wetly over the slitted tip before curling around the underside of the chief's prick.
"Mmmmmm!" Bianca purred, licking at the cockhead like a kitten lapping up milk. She tongued his knob until his prickhead was glistening with her spit, then she worked her way slowly down the trunk that was now hard as iron, sheathed by a soft layer of delicious skin.
"That's it, nice and slow," the chief said, trying to control himself. He took off Bianca's policeman's hat and set it on his desk, not wanting anything to get in his line of sight as he watched her beautiful face pressed against his prick.
Bianca licked all around the cock, getting his prick moist right down to the root where his cockshaft jutted out from his pants. Then she licked slowly back up toward the crown, taking her time because she sensed that that was the way the chief liked best.
"Put it in your mouth," the chief croaked, touching Bianca's cheek with his fingertips. "You've got to suck it in before I go crazy."
Bianca pushed the chief's cock against the buckle of his gun belt and rubbed her tongue hungrily against the cleft of his cockhead. As she tongued his scrumptious prickflesh, she wondered what she looked like. A policewoman, dressed in her blue uniform complete with a service revolver on her hip, kneeling at another cop's feet, working her tongue on his prick. It must be a strange and erotic sight, she concluded.
"Okay, Chief, I'm going to suck your cock now," Bianca said, grabbing his cock by the base to rub the drooling knob against her smooth cheeks. Her lip gloss was gone now, rubbed off on his prick. "I'm going to suck you off, and after you cum you'll sign the papers to put me on juvenile."
Bianca poised her face over the tip of the chief's prick and blew on his cockhead, letting her breath caress the flared knob. Then she parted her lips slightly and bobbed down. His bullet-shaped prickhead pressed against her butter-soft lips and fucked into her mouth, ovaling her lips as his cock fucked her face.
"Mmmmmmm!" Bianca moaned again, this time because she was honestly turned-on and not just faking it for the chief's benefit. There was something new and erotic about getting it on while knowing that at any minute someone could rush in and catch her.
When the reality of her situation hit home for Bianca, when she suddenly realized that she really could get caught sucking the chief's prick, she went crazy on the long, pulsing pole of lust-hardened cockmeat. Sucking him off meant more to her now than just getting a different assignment on the force, it meant excitement!
"Ohhh! Mmmmmm!" Bianca gasped, squeezing the root of his cock while fucking her face smoothly over the four inches of prickmeat that stuck out through her fist. She chewed hard on his prick with her lips, squeezing his cockshaft and cockhead as her tongue roved here and there, sending hot tingles through the chief's body.
"Suck it, damn you! Yeahhhhh! Suck that fucker!"
Bianca heard the words and they spurred her on. She whipped her lips up and down his fuck-pole, gnawing on his cockhead while she stroked his prickshaft. Her tongue worked tirelessly, sliding wetly as it probed and tested the cockmeat for hardness.
As her right hand fisted the base of the chief's cock, the palm of her left hand was busy rubbing against her clit, tantalizing the fiery nubbin of hard flesh through her pants and panties.
"Unngggg!" Bianca gasped, bobbing down on the cock so far that his cockhead smashed against the back of her mouth, nearly jammed into her throat.
The chief looked down his body and smiled lustfully. This was the craziest thing that had ever happened to him...at least in his office...in his twenty-one years on the police force. He saw the young policewoman working wonders on his prick, saw the way her face was twisted and her lips stretched to accommodate his big prick. Bianca's hair was twisted into a tight knot at the back of her head, and the chief pulled two bobby pins from the bun. A moment later, her long black hair tumbled softly down her back.
"You're a calculating bitch, Patrolman Okona," the chief said, trying unsuccessfully to sound official. "But I love it."
Bianca pulled up so that only half of the chief's cock-knob was still between her lips, then she stabbed at the slit with her tongue, tasting the small drop of pre-cum that dripped from the tip. The cum was slightly salty and sent a shiver down Bianca's spine.
"I'm not a calculating bitch yet," Bianca said, rubbing his cockhead over her cheeks once again, making them wet with her own spit. "But I soon will be. I guarantee it." - The chief bent forward in his chair and grabbed two handfuls of her ebony hair. He worked the silken strands between his thumbs and fingers and closed his eyes. If he watched the beauty sucking his cock, the chief knew he would cum too quickly, and he wanted to prolong the cocksucking as long as possible. He didn't know when he would get the chance to fuck his prick into her mouth again.
Bianca wrapped her lips around the cock-crown again and drew in a deep breath. Slowly she pushed her face down, eyes open to see the chief's zipper getting closer to her face by the second. His cock rubbed against the roof of her mouth and flattened her tongue down until his prick-knob was nudging the opening of her throat. Deliberately relaxing herself, Bianca bobbed down farther, and then his fat, round cockhead was fucking deeper into her until his prickhead was expanding her throat.
"Arrrrggghhh!" the chief groaned, feeling" Bianca's tightly massaging lips travel down his cock until they were firmly wrapped around the base of his hard throbbing prick. He opened his eyes briefly and saw Bianca, her button nose pressed into the opening of his pants. The sight pushed him over the edge of ecstasy, and his big, cum-filled balls began to leap around by their own will between his legs.
Bianca felt his cockhead get even larger in her throat. His prick jumped and spewed out gobs of thick, slightly yellowish cum straight down her throat. When Bianca pulled her head up and tongued feverishly at his quivering cockhead, the rest of the chief's hot jism splattered against her tongue and on the roof of her mouth.
Finally, after swallowing hard several times, Bianca had all of the chief's cum warming her belly. Still she mouthed his cockmeat though, sucking lightly, bringing her lips back and forth over its entire length as she deep-throated his softening prick.
"Y-you've got the transfer," the chief said weakly, feeling as though his spine had been sucked right through his cock. "You've got anything you want as long as I get that kind of treatment from you on a regular basis."
Bianca let his cock slip from her mouth and looked up at the chief, a strange, confident smile on her face.
"Now that's the way I like to hear you talk," she said, licking her lips.
The chief looked at her face. She was beautiful...certainly one of the most beautiful young women he had ever seen. He looked forward to seeing her kneeling at his feet again with his cock stretching her honey-soft lips.