I love a ride-along with Officer Ryder. I mean, the name says it.

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I love a ride-along with Officer Ryder. I mean, the name says it.
It's a stressful job and a thankless one. Well, maybe not entirely thankless. After he was done for the day, I got on my knees and thanked him, thoroughly and repeatedly, letting him know just how deeply I appreciated what he does and recognizing I know just how stressful it is for him.
That means I ate his ass, serviced his cock, and drained his balls dry.
(you were all thinking it)
So it turns out he wrote me a "Service Ticket" which is exactly what it sounds like. He gets to come over, whenever he wants, and I have to service him.
Oh, and that's one ticket for every mile over. So he wrote me 30 Service Tickets.
Officer Blowing (see what I did there?) was in charge of first round interviews for the new department copsucker position.
He gave me a heads up, which definitely got him my head down on his cock, so he knew I was good for it. After all, nobody wants to submit a bad service provider to their superiors.
Funnily enough, I aced that round and now it's on to his Sargeant.
(I'll let you know how it goes)
He told me to stick around after the ceremony for the service. Yeah, he meant that kind of service.
“I didn’t think I could get busted for speeding inside my apt complex”, I told him.
He just kept writing and asked to see some ID. I told him I’d forgotten my wallet, hence my rush to get back, but that he could come up and I’d show him.
So he did, and once he was satisfied, let me off. Yeah, he was fully satisfied alright.
We were already in the middle of nowhere and that look on his face told me exactly what he wanted, without him having to say a word. So I got on my knees, right there, pulled down his zipper, and went down on him, servicing his loaded weapon to completion.
It didn't take him long to unload, which he just went ahead and did, without any notice (does he really look like the type to give a two-second warning?), while he was balls deep, and showed no signs of pulling out until I’d swallowed the lot, which I did.
Sometimes, a short, swallowing, service is all an Officer needs to get him through the day.