The look that says “how about a fucking blowjob?”
You’ll always find horny cops at the late-night coffee shop on Main St. The owner was a retired Captain who knew a thing or two about providing for the boys in blue. So I knew real reason these two were hanging around was to get some midnight relief.
So I took them out back, got on my knees, while they unzipped and took turns using my mouth. When they were done relieving their shift stress, they thrust balls deep and unloaded fat spurts of hot cop cum deep down my throat.
I swallowed as instructed, milking them clean as they pulled out, zipped up, and said: “thanks Buddy, we'll see you again next shift.”
On a good night, you can get about half a dozen horny cops looking for relief . . . and then there’s the owner, who likes to kick back and relax in his office after closing. He may no longer be on the job, but like all married men of a certain age, he still needs a good blowjob.
He provides a valuable service to the boys and that itself deserves rewarding.