The Young, Dumb, and the Homeless Part 1

***This story is completely fictitious. None of these characters are real and none of the events ever happened*** ***I do accept commissions on stories if you wish to contact me directly, either by KiK Messenger at MissedFives or Email at MissedFives@Gmail.com. All of the Story Arcs can be extended as well and I DO take requests if you want specific things to happen. These stories are 100% my works of art. That being said, please enjoy what I have created so far and don't forget to leave some love (Likes). Let me know in quotes what part of the story made you cum (Comments). I'd really like that.*** ***This story includes: Pedophilia, Exhibitionism, Funny NonCon, Bondage, Female Domination I had just graduated from the police academy in my local town and made my way to my first assignment as an officer. I had always wanted to be a police officer for as long as I could remember. Ever since I was a little boy, I would pretend to be taking care of my street. We lived in a culdesac and some of the neighborhood boys from the next street would come over on their bikes and bully the girls that lived in mine. I had a toy whistle and I used it often to scare them away, chasing them and hitting them with a stick that I pretended was a baton. The girls loved it. I was their hero and they rewarded me from time to time in special ways. I remember so many special occasions were we would hide out between our homes in the bushes and explore each others bodies… seeing what trouble we could get ourselves into. Then I would situate myself and pretend to go back to work! Pretending to keep the neighborhood safe! I could feel the smile on my face, today was going to be my first real day as a police officer. No more pretending… but maybe I could be a hero and get something special from the locals for all of my hard work. A boy could dream right? Walking in, I noticed that today seemed like an extraordinarily busy day. The phones were ringing off the hook and everyone seemed to be doing something stressful. It seemed like we had gathered up a bunch of prostitutes and the cells at the station were full. Walking past, I couldn’t help but admire these women and their bodies… all fit and dressed to impress. Some making eyes at me, probably thinking I was fresh meat and the rookie of the bunch. They would be right… I definitely felt like the youngest and newest member of the force here. Whew… it was a tough job but someone had to do it. Watching some of these women uncross their legs to flash me their goods and smile. They enjoyed teasing me. About this time, my superior grabbed me by the shoulder hard as if I was caught doing something wrong. “OK! Everybody out!” he yelled as he tugged me in the opposite direction. His grip on me hurt and I was worried that I had already messed up on my first day at the job. Watching everyone leave the cell block, the door closed with a slam. “OK! Rookie!” he boomed at me… why was he yelling when it was only the two of us in the room? “Your first assignment is to process all of our prisoners!” The cell door was open as he pushed me inside with tremendous force. I hit the ground and turned back to look at him as I watched him slowly close the door. “Your job will not be finished until you have personally processed each and every prisoner,” he said while turning up a devious smile. I tried to get up when I began to start feeling hands on my uniform. Turning my face to the right, I was greeted by the open legs of a prostitute squatting down on her heels. I had a direct view up her mini skirt and I did my best not to stare. Entranced… it was waxed clean… and it smelled nice. I wouldn’t have thought that grungy prostitutes could smell nice. I felt a hand squeeze my butt as some of the girls began to giggle around me. “Is this the new guy?” I heard one of them ask. “I think he’s kind of cute.” Another one chimed in. “I bet he is still a virgin.” One mockingly boasted. Breaking sight with the pussy I was being acquainted with, I got myself off the ground. “OK Ladies, you heard the Boss. Time to process you all.” I spoke out in my most authoritative voice. “Maybe we should process you honey.” I heard the one with the waxed pussy say to me with a smile. She tossed her arms around my neck as I began to get a little nervous. Did I want to fuck her? Yes. Did I want to fuck all of them? Yes. As a police officer, should I do anything against the law? No. They were currently held in our cells as prisoners and needed to be processed. I shook myself and took my job seriously. “OK Ladies,” removing the prostitute’s arms from around my neck, “Let’s take turns taking down your statement about what happened before you were arrested.” “How about you just shut the fuck up and put your hands over your head.” I heard from a women behind me. My mood dropped as I turned around to be more forceful. To my surprise, this prostitute was holding a gun towards me… my gun. I patted myself fervently and realized that she had taken my gun from me. How could I have been so stupid. “Arms up, put them here by the bunk bed.” she demanded. “You arn’t going to get very far Missy, you are inside of a police station.” I responded while doing as she ordered. Another one of the prostitutes took my hand cuffs and proceeded to secure my hands above my head with the pipe of the top bunk. I was so embarrassed that I had my gun taken away from me. This was my first day on the job and I was already making huge mistakes. I was expecting them to try and escape but I watched as they began to get closer to me. Each other of them putting their hands one me and going for buttons and zippers alike. All while the one stood there with a cocky smile pointing the gun now to the ceiling. She was chewing bubble gum and had her arms crossed. I could tell that this wasn’t the first time she had handled a firearm. I was beginning to blush it felt as I felt countless hands reaching into my uniform. Touching clothes and skin alike… going wherever they pleased. If the situation was different and I wasn’t afraid to lose my job, I might even enjoy this. My pants came down followed my my boxers. I stood there with an erection while my ankles were tied together by my clothes and my wrists ties above my head by my very own handcuffs. I couldn’t help but be erect. I was all nerves at this moment. One prostitute took my cock into her mouth while another pulled my sack out to the side and began to lick my balls. For such tiny women, they were very dominant in their actions. Were they doing this for me? Or were they doing this for themselves? Did they need to be rescued from their lives of prostitution or was this something that they chose for themselves? It was hard to think getting head of this caliber. It was being pulled out of me… nothing made sense in my brain during this time. “Please…” I managed to whisper. “I will do anything…” “Anything?” the prostitute with the gun repeated. “Yes, just please let me go and give me my gun back.” I whined trying not to unload all of my cum into this one’s mouth. It was the one that I stared at with the waxed pussy. She was the one trying to pop me of with her mouth. As I watched her stop sucking to stand up, she turned around and spoke to the one with the gun. “Maybe we should?” she said while hiking up her miniskirt. Bending over at the hip slowly without bending her knees, she took one step back and then another. My cock went inside of her quicker than I could realize. “Fuuuuuuuck…” I moaned out as I felt her warm insides wrap around my member tightly. My brain was not functioning any more at this time. All I could feel was the assault on my senses as this prostitute moved forward and backward… only a little as to not make me cum too fast. It was as if she could feel at what point my cock was towards having an orgasm. Did she have so much experience that she knew exactly what to do and at what speed and power? “I will give you your gun back but I want a favor from you.” she demanded while pointing the gun lazily at me. “Yes.” was the only thing I could manage to say as she reached up and took the handcuffs off of me. “Here.” she handed me the gun. I took if from her and awkwardly held it since my holster was on the ground around my ankles. Part of me wanted to pull my clothes up as fast as possible and the other wanted to cum inside of this prostitute… it felt so unimaginable. She stepped back as the door to the precinct swung open and my supervisor came in stomping his way in a straight line towards the desk. Grabbing something he turned to me and yelled out; “Good! Showing them who is the Boss around here! We need more Rookies like you around these parts!” I was frozen… my uniform was disheveled and my pants were around my ankles. I was dick deep inside this one prostitute taking her from behind as others had their hands on my body. This was when I realized I was still holding my gun… oh my god… what does this look like? “Officer… this man said he would shoot me in the face if I wouldn’t cooperate.” I heard as a long drawn out whine came out from the prostitute still moving her ass forward and backward on my cock. “Shut it tramp!” my Boss yelled out as he began stomping his way back out the door. “But Daddy… I’m only 15!” she moaned out again as he paused before slamming the door. “Keep this up and there will be no TV tonight with supper!” The door slammed as I tried to wrap my mind around what happened. She turned her head and looked at me from over her shoulder. “He is such a mean Daddy.” she said with the most ridiculously fake pout I had ever seen. “Wait…” I managed to say “My Boss is your Father?” “Yep!” she chipped out as she began to move backwards and forwards with greater force. “...and you really are 15?” I asked while resting the gun on her back to steady myself. “Yep!” she chipped out again as her body was now actively hitting my hips against the bunk bed post. Should I cum I thought? Was this ok? It was out of my hands at this point. “I’m also not on birth control!” she said while biting her bottom lip and suddenly moving her hips left to right while going backwards and forwards. Hearing this was like a trigger as her new motions ripped the orgasm right out of me and into her. I leaned over and unloaded all of my cum into this little 15 year old’s unprotected cunny hole. Not wearing a condom… bareback… no birth control… my boss’s daughter… The orgasm was so strong that I almost pulled the trigger on my gun. Filling her up with wave after wave after wave of my cum. Gliding inside of her, lubricating her, the orgasm seemed to be getting more powerful with every thrust. Finally after what felt like minutes, my limp cock slipped out of her… looking at her more closely now, I could tell that she was truly only 15 years old. Her cute face going down to suck on my cock. To clean me up. Those big beautiful eyes looking up at me all innocently. “My Boss is going to kill me.” I managed to say as the sex fog I was in slowly dissipated. “Nah, Daddy won’t.” she said. “I like you, so I will make Daddy extra happy tonight.” What does that mean I thought? Was she and her father in some sort of illicit relationship? Isn’t that against the law? The door burst open again as my Boss reappeared. “Rookie! Stop fucking my daughter and pull your pants up!” I was startled, but I did as I was told. Making a move for the door, the prostitute from earlier stopped me and reminded me of our deal. “I need you to find someone for me.” she spoke. “Sure, of course, I will.” I stuttered as I walked through the door and tried to close it behind me. “No! Let them go! It was just a temporary holding anyways!” my Boss yelled out as I opened the door again and motioned them to move. One by one the smiling and cheeky prostitutes made their way past me while getting one last touch. The 15 year old rushing past me and hugging my Boss. “Daddy!” she cheered while getting some of my cum on his pant leg. It had leaked out of her and when she hugged him had swung forth. “God damn it girl!” he yelled out as she playfully replied with “You know you like it!” Turning around and lifting her miniskirt, she twerked her 15 year old bottom towards him and pushed her cunny into the front of his crotch. Rubbing up and down a little with her silly dance, he held onto her hips and was quiet for a change. When she stopped and moved herself back, a huge stain was left on the front of his pants from all of the juices that we had shared. I kept thinking of him killing me for taking too much, but he instead turned to me and boomed; “Rookie! You go on ahead! My daughter is going to have to help me change!” They both vanished into the Boss’ office as the door slammed behind them. I made my way out to the front end as I began getting pats on the back for a job well done. I felt great until I heard what had been called in. Apparently there was a homeless person down the ways that had grabbed a 5 year old girl from the nearby playground and was trying to kidnap her. I was on the clock! On Duty! I was going to get there in time and rescue this little girl! I was on my way to be the Hero! This day had begun strange but I was off to correct it! I mean… what else could go wrong?