To Protect and Serve

by Molly Moore
Man wearing police officers hat

“Officer, Officer, wait. Excuse me….”

She was a little breathless by the time she caught up with me

“Yes ma’am, how can I help you.”

“Oh I ummm. There was a man. I can’t see him now though. Sorry I feel a bit silly calling out to you now and it’s obviously nothing.”

“What was nothing, Miss” I ask

“There was a bloke, back there, he just seemed to be hanging round and he gave me the creeps a bit but then I saw you and well he is gone now. I almost feel like I imagined him”

“I could go back and look” I say pointing in the direction she came from

“No, no, that’s OK, it was just me being silly.”

“OK, well I could walk with you for a bit” I offer

She smiles up at me; it is obvious she likes that suggestion very much but then she says

“Oh no I feel terrible bothering you and I am sure you have better things to do than walking with silly old me”

“Not at all” I reply and we set off down the street together.

One minute you are doing this and the next you are down some back alley with your fly unzipped and your hard cock rammed down the back of her throat. This one was particularly luscious, she had jet black hair and that almost marble white skin with liquid blue eyes and when she knelt down in front of me I had a perfect view down her low cut top of her beautiful round breasts. She was wearing a dark red lipstick, which under the street light almost made her lips look black as they wrapped themselves round my throbbing dick. She had a good mouth though and when she bought her hand up to join it wrapping it firmly round the base of my shaft I couldn’t hold off any longer and emptied my balls into her throat.

She looked up at me with a big grin on her face as she whipped the saliva from her chin. She seemed very pleased with herself.

It is always like this with the uniform. It makes them trust you. The moment they see it they immediately assume things about you, mainly that you are safe and therefore they are safe and for some reason that often very quickly leads to them being up for doing things with you that they wouldn’t dream of doing with any other men. Of course it helps if they are a little tipsy, although this particular one wasn’t but if they have had a couple of drinks that seems to help with overcoming those inhibitions that would in most other circumstances keep their knickers on.

I avoid the really drunk ones. I learned my lesson the hard way with that. When they are drunk it is just not worth it because either they end up nearly passing out on you or even worse throwing up on your trousers which was so disgusting and totally ruined my whole night. Also groups of women, they are to be avoided too. In groups they tend to be vile, all cocky and self assured, showing off to their mates with their outrageous flirting and often filthy suggestions. There are no damsels in distress in a groups of drunk women.

Big cities are good as are large towns, but I stay away from the busy streets where all the bars and clubs are otherwise you get tangled up with all sorts of nonsense that I am not interested in. I prefer residential areas, near trains stations and bus routes are good then you tend to get lone women walking home. The later it is the more nervous they they tend to be, but they are always delighted to see the uniform, almost without fail.

Get the timing right and sometimes you even get a cup of tea out of it. You will be surprised how many women invite me into their homes. Those are often the best ones too. No dirty alleyway or park benches. Instead you get it over the kitchen table or on the sofa and sometimes even in the bed. I even had one woman who wanted me to shower with her. Damn she was fucking hot, tiny little thing too which meant it was easy for me to have her up against the wall with her legs wrapped round me.

Those ones nearly always ask for your phone number but I always tell them I can’t do that in the uniform but if they give me theirs, nudge nudge, wink wink. It always works and they scribble it down on a piece of paper alongside their name. Not a single one has ever questioned how it is OK to fuck whilst in the uniform but not give out my phone number but that is the power of the uniform for you.

I have a ton of those bits of paper with Stacey, Beckie, Zoe, Fiona, Ellie, Rachel and a whole host of other names scribbled on. Well I used to but then I realised that keeping them all when I had no intention of using them was a bit weird and so now I throw them away the first chance I get. I have called the odd one in the past though, Sarah was just more than I could handle in one go and she seemed quite happy with me just calling and turning up now and then but the moment she talked about me staying the night was the last time I paid her a visit and to be honest repeat visits are rarely as good as the first time anyway. Oddly the girls seem to have often rediscovered their boundaries if you see them again and suddenly want you to go on a date, or eat dinner or something like that and that is just not my gig.

I saw the dark hair beauty all the way home to her door. She asked me in but I declined, I had got what I wanted and sensed that anything beyond this point would be nowhere near as pleasing as what I had already had. She seemed disappointed but didn’t offer her number which was fine by me. One less piece of paper wasted in this world was a good thing. I headed home with a smile on my face, my shift was done and I hung my uniform up in the wardrobe and threw the shirt into the laundry basket.

That uniform was definitely the best money I ever spent on ebay.

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Cara Thereon August 15, 2018 - 6:20 pm

Oh no, this is gold. I had my suspicions about him. Well done on this one

Marie Rebelle August 15, 2018 - 7:36 pm

Oh now this seems like a ‘police officer’ I would occasionally want to meet 😉
Nice story! Love the bit about the names on the pieces of paper!

Rebel xox

kisungura August 15, 2018 - 8:07 pm

Great ending, love it!!

Modesty Ablaze August 15, 2018 - 10:08 pm

That last line did make me giggle . . . that and the “I avoid the really drunk ones”. Good advice there! But I do love a good . . . powerful . . . uniform!!!
Xxx – K

Floss August 16, 2018 - 8:05 am

He is naughty!! :p Definitely a fun and sexy tale though, I had my suspicions about him being a ‘police office’ and I was delighted to discovered he was e-Bay officer, lol x

Victoria Blisse August 16, 2018 - 3:35 pm

A very entertaining tale 🙂


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