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The Cop

... the male cop joined her. "That little girl tight enough for you ?" They both laughed again. "Where you're going, scum bag, you're going to be the tightest ass around, honey !" She turned forward in her seat. The male cop was still laughing. Stan felt a little uneasy about the entire incident. Stan never figured out where the little blonde went ? Her name was Ellen and she liked to fuck just about as much as her mother did. They were both growing a bedroom full of high quality hemp for Stan. Now, mother had been fucking him for quite a while but Ellen had just started pulling her panites down for him. They weren't the only ones in town doing it either. Stan had quite a farm club going. Officer Exler was particularily rough as he was being booked. Twice she ran him into furniture while jostling him around. The holding cell was full of scum and Exler made a big point of anouncing why he was being jailed. Stan found himself some space over by the front corner of the cell and kept his back to the wall. The time dragged by. No one was paying him any attention...Most of the people in the cell were either d***k or passed out. Officer Exler came down at shift change. She was dressed in a tight sweater and skirt. The combination made her breasts and ass look full and firm. Stan was imagining what she looked like naked. "Little girl fucker...Come here." He considered pretending he didn't hear her but decided that the sooner she got out of here the better it would be. Hopefully, by the ...

... time she was back on shift, he'd be gone. He wandered over and as he approached the bars, Officer Exler reached out and grabbed him by the collar. "Listen, slime ball !" She was being quite loud. "If I ever catch you with a young girl again...I'll cut your balls off and hav'em for breakfast. Any questions, scum bag ?" Stan was, no shit, shaking but the thought of her naked overwhelmed all other emotions. He wasn't shaking in fear but in lust. Later, he figured it was that moment that started it all. Stan was pretty much a "live and let live" type of guy. Hey ! If the girl, he was fucking, ever stopped to say "no"; he'd leave her alone and go hunting someplace else. There were plenty of fish in the sea. But few of them ever did because Stan took real good care of the ladies growing his dope. He had over fifty plots spread around, thoughout the greater Las Vegas Valley. It made him quite well off for cash and 'Vegas ran on cash...But a low profile was the key to success in his business and this is just what he didn't need. Officer Exler left a short time later after issuing several hollow threats. Six hours later Stan was on the street and working his way back home. He was f***ed to use the bus and that was a first. He got within five blocks of the appartment and walked the last bit. His car was good to go and he was home in twenty minutes..... .....He didn't notice the car following him until close to two o'clock the following afternoon. He was pissed and wandered aimlessly ...