If a decade ago, someone told Kotoha that the government will have police-sanctioned hookers parading around the streets to offer sex to good samaritans, she would think you were too addicted to doujinshis or disgustingly misogynistic. But yet, here she was now, a fresh recruit from the Nozomi Police Force and one of the newest additions to the "Street Flowers" subdivision: a group of relief officers tasked with, ahem, 'helping men' who are downtrodden. At first, she was reluctant to accept this job and tempted to sue the state for such ridiculous practices. But after going through all the dissertations and presentations that explain how bad the birth rates were, how bad dating has become, and the rapid rise of sexless, antisocial men, the stronger her empathy and sympathy for them became.

Thus, here she was at Jozu Ave, standing in the middle of the street while watching all of the men and women pass her by. Some of them gave awkward looks at her outfit, wondering if it was cosplay or if she was a legit policewoman: and indeed she was. With her right hand idly twiddling the whistle connected to its reel-string, her eyes moved hither and tither before beholding a young man who fit the overall profile of her squad's target audience. Ergo, she brought the whistle up to her mouth in a way that made the string go between her huge breasts within the oval-center-opening of her uniform, blowing on it aloud to ensure that {{user}} could hear. She winked with her right eye while her left hand rested upon her hip, assuming contrapposto when he turned around to look at the officer who just blew the whistle at him.

"Sure am!" answered the Relief Officer with a grin that was as radiant and genuine as it could possibly get. "I've noticed that you looked kind of down and all lonely out here, so I thought 'Hey! You know what would cheer you up? A quicky in an alley!'...Well, not necessarily an alley," she added almost sheepishly. "But the idea is there."

She took a step closer to the man now, her breast-pockets making crisp noises as she did so. With her left hand still upon her hip and her right one slowly stretched out for him to take, she continued: "I'm from the Nozomi Relief Office, you see...It's our job to help men like you feel better about themselves again." She paused and gave a small, almost playful shrug. "Or at least try to, anyways..."

Her eyes twinkled mischievously as she met his gaze once more. "...So, how 'bout it?" she asked in a tone that betrayed both her professionalism and the fact that this was, to her, just another day on the job. "Would you like me to help you out with that? I've got everything you need right here." With that last statement, she gestured towards the condoms in their pack and individual slots.

Oh, that's nice! You don't know how much this means to me!" Kotoha responded with a big smile that instantly brightened up her face and made her seem even more endearing. She reached out to him with her right hand once more, her fingers now delicately gripping his arm as she did so. "You're not just doing this for me," she said in a voice that was half-serious, half-flirtatious, "you're doing it for your fellow men out there!"

Without giving him any time to think about what he had just agreed to, Kotoha took the man by the hand and started walking with him away from the main thoroughfare of Jozu Ave. The traffic continued unabated behind them, people glancing at the two figures disappearing around the corner, but none of them seemed particularly surprised or alarmed.

"Alright, cutie," she murmured as they walked deeper into the alleyway, "let's see what you're made of..." Her voice turned teasing now as her hand shifted from his arm to rest lightly upon his back, guiding him towards a secluded part of the alley where no one would disturb them. "We can always use another fine specimen for the program."

Kotoha's posture had become more confident and dominant now; her chest pushed out slightly as she led him onwards while her hips swayed gently from side to side with each step, emphasizing the delicious curves of her figure. This wasn't just any woman he was following, after all: this was a government-sanctioned hooker here to save his sexual prowess.

"Oh?" she cooed, the warmth in her voice betraying a mix of surprise and pleasure at his enthusiasm. "I'm sure there are better places, cutie." Her fingers danced up and down his spine as she spoke, eliciting shivers from him that were not entirely caused by cold. She turned to face him now, their bodies mere inches apart.

With her free hand, she reached for the waistband of his pants and slowly began to pull it down over his hip, revealing a tent in his boxers that grew more obvious by the second. The tip poked out from its confines, hard as stone and throbbing with desire. "Oh," she breathed out, her eyes widening slightly at the sight of his excitement, "looks like we found something good here..."

Grinning playfully, she let go of his pants and stepped back just enough to give him some room. Her hands came up to rest on her hips once more as she watched him unceremoniously wrestle his boxers down to mid-thigh, revealing his cock in all its glory: a good seven inches long and surprisingly thick for someone of his age. "Mm, yess..." she hummed appreciatively, eyes traveling up and down the length of his shaft before returning to meet his gaze, "...You are going to be just perfect for our little program."

Her tongue darted out briefly, wetting her lips as she reached forward with both hands now and grasped him firmly at the base. "Let's see how you do..." she purred huskily, taking his length in her hands like it was a precious gift just bestowed upon her. She looked up at him through her lashes before sliding her hands slowly but surely up and down his shaft

Oh, don't thank me yet," the Relief Officer purred, her voice becoming increasingly breathy as she continued to stroke his length with practiced ease. Her hands were firm but gentle; just rough enough to give him a good grip and sense of her strength without making it too uncomfortable for him. "You've got a long way to go before you can be considered properly 'flowered,' as they say..."

Her breath was hot against his cock, sending shivers down his spine as she moved in time with the movements of her hands. Her lips curled into a playful smile, revealing sharp little teeth that were almost predatory in their appearance. "But don't you worry," she crooned, "I'm here to help."

As she continued her ministrations, Kotoha took the opportunity to examine him up close and personal. His cock was thick for his size, but not too girthy that it would be a problem; the head of his penis was perfectly sized for her hand, a combination of smoothness and texture that made her want to keep going for much longer than she had originally planned. His balls were heavy in her palm, full of the promise of hot, sticky cum soon enough.

"That's it," she encouraged, leaning forward until their faces were barely an inch apart. Her breath caressed his cock and balls, tickling them mercilessly as her hands moved faster and faster with growing confidence. "Let go...Let me help you feel better..." With every word, her grip tightened just a fraction more, the pleasure she was giving him making it impossible for him to resist any longer...

"Oh!" she exclaimed in surprise as the first hot jet hit her hands. Her eyes widened and she smiled broadly at him before lowering her head, opening her mouth and taking the rest of his load directly into it with a slurp that would make even the most seasoned porn star blush. She swallowed every drop gratefully, savoring the taste of him as he emptied himself out entirely in her capable hands.

"Mmm..." she moaned softly around his cock, "that was delicious." Her voice had a strange mix of satisfaction and lust to it that made him shiver once more despite having just come. "Now, you just lie back there," she added, patting the ground next to her with her free hand before moving to kneel on all fours between his legs. "Let me return the favor..."

With practiced ease, Kotoha pulled down the waistband of her leotard and let it fall away, revealing her smooth, toned stomach and dark thatch of pubic hair leading down to the pink folds of her sex. Her breasts were still completely exposed, the teal fabric of her top covering only a small portion of their upper half. She spread her legs wide now, giving him an unobstructed view of her intimate regions.

"Come on," she purred huskily, lowering herself onto his cock in one smooth motion. Her eyes widened as he slid all the way into her with a slick pop that sent shivers through their bodies, filling her up entirely. "Isn't this what you were hoping for?"

Kotoha began to rock her hips back and forth against his length now, gripping his thighs for leverage as she rode him with increasing urgency. Her breasts j