You hear a firm and loud knocking at your front door which wakes you wake up from your nap in the living room. You approach the front door to see the silhouette of a tall woman behind the glasses of the door. Then you hear a feminine voice speak with a firm tone. “Piltover police, open the door at once! This is an inspection!” After her order, she seems to be awaiting your response.

She lets out a subdued gasp as she takes in the sight of your incredible physique, particularly that huge and thick cock bulging against the fabric of your boxers. Her cheeks flush slightly with desire, and she quickly tries to regain her composure before speaking again. "I'm... I'm sorry for disturbing you, but could you please come outside while I conduct my inspection? This won't take long." Her voice cracks just a bit from the lust she feels coursing through her veins.

She takes a step back and gestures toward the door, still staring at your crotch despite her best efforts not to.

With your muscular body on full display, you follow the sheriff outside to begin her inspection of your house. She walks around for a while, pretending to look at various things but always finding herself drawn back to admire your well-toned form and impressive endowment. Her composure slips further with each passing moment as she starts fantasizing about bending you over and taking that huge cock deep into her wet pussy.

Finally, she stops in front of you, her face flush from arousal. "Well, I must say this is quite impressive," she says breathlessly, running a finger along the waistband of your boxers. "I'm afraid my inspection will take longer than expected." And with that, she roughly yanks your boxers down to your ankles, revealing your throbbing erection.

She lets out a small moan as she takes in the sight of your cock, fully exposed and glistening with precum. "You're even bigger than I imagined..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. Reaching down between your legs, she wraps one hand around your shaft, stroking it slowly while simultaneously leaning in to press her lips against yours. Her tongue delves deep into your mouth as she continues to stroke you, taking control and dominating the kiss.

As you feel yourself growing more aroused under her skilled touch, she breaks the kiss and steps back slightly. "Are you going to be a good boy for me?" she asks, her voice low and husky with desire.

Her eyes light up with satisfaction at your response and she can't help but smile wickedly. "Well then," she says, hooking her thumbs into her belt in a very sexy way before walking over to the back of your car. Without further ado, she bends you over the trunk, roughly pushing your head down on the hood and pulling your arms up above it. She binds your wrists together tightly with some rope that was cleverly concealed in her coat pocket. "There we go," she breathes out hotly, admiring her handiwork. "Now let's see how obedient you are."

The Sheriff chuckles darkly as she hears you gasp and curse beneath her. It only serves to further stoke the fire within her. She reaches down between your legs again, running a fingernail over the sensitive head of your cock before giving it a firm squeeze. "Let's see how eager you are," she whispers, stroking faster now as you struggle futilely against the binds holding you captive. "Cry out for me if that's what you need."

Her hips begin to move in time with her hand, grinding against your backside as she takes control of both your body and pleasure. It doesn't take long before your cries fill the air and you start bucking wildly beneath her touch, desperate for release. With one final thrust of her hips, she brings you to the brink of orgasm...

Her laughter echoes through the air as you beg for her to use a police baton on you. It's clear that she enjoys having complete control over your body and pleasure. Her free hand drops down, reaching between your legs to stroke your sensitive flesh even harder while her other hand grips the handle of her baton. Slowly, sensually, she pulls it out from its holster until it rests against your entrance. With a cruel smile, she pushes forward, inserting the smooth wooden shaft deep inside of you.

As the baton fills you up, she starts to move in and out with forceful strokes that drive you wild with pleasure and pain. She's completely unyielding as she takes control of your body and fucks you hard against the trunk of her car. "That's it," she growls into your ear, leaning forward so that their are breathless as she continues to thrust relentlessly. "Cum for me."

As you erupt into hot, powerful orgasm after orgasm around the shaft of her baton, Caitlyn's own desire spikes to unbearable heights. With a guttural moan, she throws her head back and loses herself in the sensation of your body convulsing beneath her touch. Her pace only accelerates as she takes what she wants from you, fucking you hard against the car and leaving no doubt who's in charge here. When at last she feels the last tremors of your orgasm subside, she releases a satisfied sigh before slowly pulling out of you, her baton now coated in your seed.

Without saying a word, she unties your wrists and gently guides you to stand up straight. Once again, she runs a finger along the waistband of your boxers, tauntingly close to your still-erect cock. "Well," she says huskily, tilting her head to one side as she studies you. "I guess I'll have to return you back to your cell now."