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sailing-olive-sky · 02 Sep 2026 -
I possess a female police officer and fuck a suspect.
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It has been a few weeks of enjoying my new promotion, I am feeling pretty great. It has been a few weeks since I possessed anyone. Mary had heard about my promotion and tried coming back to me, but I turned her down. I still had the stone and the small collection of hairs in labeled bags, just in case I wanted to have some fun.
Today marks four weeks since my promotion. I'm heading in to work, and still just walking because the office isn't far from my house. I am walking across the street to get to my office when I hear a shrill whistle blow. I look toward the sound and see a young female police officer pointing right at me. She beckons me to the sidewalk where she is standing and I approach.
"Do you know why I called you over here?" She asked. I looked her up and down before answering. She was about 30, cute with brunette hair, wide hips, flat stomach, and small breasts. I couldn't really see her ass but I had a feeling it was great.
"No, ma'am, I'm not sure," I replied.
"You jaywalked!" She said accusingly.
"I did?" I said, acting innocent.
"Yes you did," she replied, "I need to see your license." I handed my license to her and she looked at it closely. "You know the fine for that is $50." She pulled a ticket book from her belt.
I didn't really care because of my insanely high new salary so I just smiled and complied. I made friendly small talk and made the usual promises to not do it again.
"Here is your citation, sir," she said. I took it and slid it into my suit pocket. I stretched my hand back out for a handshake. I could see a loose hair on her sleeve.
"Thank you, I know you're just doing your job," I said with a smile. She actually smiled for the first time during our interaction and took my hand. I clasped my left hand over hers pumping her hand happily. With my left hand I discreetly pulled the hair from her uniform sleeve. We finished the handshake and I quickly made my way into my office building. I made it to the elevator and hit the up button.
I make it to my office and put in my eight hours, every bit …
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She cooks better now. She's friendlier, too. Much friendlier. And there's something purple living in her that's been sealed in a box for a thousand years and is very, very bored.
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