Officer Deep Throat: Shemale to Male Erotica (ePub)

A dark figure meandered in his direction towards the apex of a lantern-lit hill.

A woman, judging by the curves of her hips and the clinking of her shoes, strolled up to the tip of the hill. Heels? At the park? 

The silhouette took one stumbling step into the light. Her heel got caught in a pothole. Her appearance worried him. Alone in the dark of the park, thoughts bulldozed his tranquility. A dark skinned black girl walked in front of him. From what he could see, she was fine as hell. He froze to shake out the ill-mannered thoughts.

She fumbled around in her purse and never looked up. She hadn't heard him or saw him about to pass her on the trail.

"Dumb asshole," he heard her whisper. "I should have known that he would try something."

"Ma'am," Office Johnson said.

The black girl clutched her purse with one hand inside. Her eyes matched the size of the moon. Once she identified him as a police officer by his uniform, she released the grip on her purse and her eyes returned to a normal size.

He lifted his flashlight to her face. "The park closes in 30 minutes."Authoritative, yet casual in spite of what he saw. Her form fitted skirt, easy to rip off of her. Her heels with ankle straps. Already ready to have her legs cuffed…

 What the hell was he thinking? Officer Johnson thought. He was going to pop the question tomorrow.

"Thank you, officer," she said.

He took the flashlight beam off of her, shined it down the path in front of him, then turned it off. He marched on without further incident.

"Sir!" The silky voice of the woman he'd just passed stopped him in his tracks.

"How do I get out of here?"

He turned to her. Nice try honey. She was trying to find a way to come on to him.

...

"So, it's a pretty dead night?" He kind of asked as he floated his flashlight around.

"Not for me. My date left me at the restaurant and refused to pay the bill."

"Your DATES take you to restaurants?"

"Excuse me?"

"Your DATES?" He made the air quotations even if he couldn't have been certain that she could see his hands. "Is that what you ladies call them now?"

"Oh wait, you're not leading me to the exit. You think I'm a prostitute?"

He stopped walking. "Working girl. Whatever you want to call yourself. Here!" Johnson turned towards the girl. Then his flashlight went down. Her eyes followed, then bugged out of her head. One of the other things about his life that Officer Johnson was proud of was having a long, fat and heavy cock. He let it hang out of the zipper of his uniform.

"Nice, but I'm not a prostitute," she said.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to arrest you."

"Arrest me for what? I'm not a prostitute."

...

Her tongue welcomed the mushroom tip, Officer Johnson's body quivered. He held back the premature ejaculation, one stroke away from blowing up in her face.

What a warm mouth! He stood still and straight as if we were at a military roll call to keep from giving in too soon. He couldn't determine what turned him on the most, doing something naughty for a change or the fact that she was trying her damndest to get as much of his big black cock in her mouth as she could. She was better than the only two girls he had ever had do that to him. 

...

As he followed the path lit by the flashlight, "Park closes in 20 minutes." As she morphed into a kneeling silhouette, he continued following the lead of his flashlight.