Super Cop

 She's hotter than me. She's way more powerful than me. She has a bigger dick than me. I have no idea what her name is, but her French accent is so fucking sexy I'm cumming right now just thinking about her! That's where I've been the last few weeks. Getting a good fucking by a titan girl using my body like a toy. I was so helpless and weak and it was the best fuck I've had in my whole super-powered life! It was a typical, boring, robbery call. I was on the other side of the city but a quick walk over and I was getting briefed by the sergeant on site. When you're as powerful as I am, invulnerable to literally everything, after awhile I just stop listening to what I'm going into. It just doesn't matter. Guns? Bombs? Nuclear? Orgasm inducing at best. So I completely missed the part about the girl locked in the vault with the bad guys. I like to give a little heads up before I make my entrance. It's more for their safety than mine. If I just pop my ...

I love my job. No one can do what I do and I love that, too. Those two things make me a nearly perfect police woman. Except I hate paperwork. If you happen to live in my city, sorry, not sorry about your lame report. I'd rather eat bullets, which are gross by the way. I usually convince one of the other guys to do it in return for, well, me. Or I put it off util the last minute. It's fine. I can do a week's worth of reports and filing in a few minutes. A weeks worth for me is far more than any other cop at my precinct since I don't sleep. (I work for practically nothing since I don't need anything. Maybe a topic for later?) There's a funny story here, though. Early in my career I wasn't doing paperwork at all. I justified it due to the fact I was busy cleaning up a city in a bad place. At the time, the guys were happy to do it because it meant they didn't have to get shot at which didn't bother me. Once things settled down, the chief insisted I do my...