My perfect woman is one that has total control over herself.
She knows what she likes and she enjoys exploring her own sexuality. Yet, my hero abhors sexual assault, so consent is the key. As always, my stories are fictitious and all sexual scenes involve adults over 18. There is reference to pedifiles, but only in the negative.
Pamella Knight - Ace Cadet
I could have chosen Law. Dad was hoping I would, but I found Psychology so much more interesting. The complexities of the mind are even more chaotic than the rules of law. So, even though I followed my father into Law Enforcement, I became a Cop to serve and protect the people... even the ones that the Law doesn't always care about.
"Miss Pamella Quinby Knight," sang out Headmaster Filby of the Metropolis Police Academy.
I was standing with my classmates, but I stepped out of the queue, and moved quickly across the stage. As I walked past the side curtain, I looked out over the audience, all friends and relatives of the graduates. My own family was there too.
"Miss Knight is a graduate of Penn State, with an Honors in Sexual Psychology, and she is now the third generation in Law Enforcement." The
Headmaster gave the highlights of my education and background to the audience, as he did with every graduating student.
"Congratulations Miss Knight. I'm sure you will have a meaningful career," Professor Slocum said as he handed me my diploma. Jim Slocum was their Self Defense and Physical Conditioning Instructor. I nearly broke his arm, the day we met. He picked me out of the class, to use as a prop. He did not know that I had been trained in martial arts by my dad's trainer Pinto, since I was 8 years old.
After the event, I had to write a thorough report for Father, outlining my efforts to minimize the physical damage to my opponent. My conclusion for the report: He should have done a background check on me.
"Thanks," I responded, smiling in return. "Maybe you'll get to pick on someone your own size next semester?" Jim laughed with me, but the big graduation show had to carry on.
"Miss Coriander G. Jackson," the Dean continued through the PA system.
I was expected to walk back behind the curtain, but Cory had become my bestie, so I stepped back and waited for her.
"Miss Jackson is a graduate of U.C.L.A., with a double honors in Criminal Justice and Linguistics, and she is a second generation officer. She is not only fluent in 8 languages, she is also a talented marathon runner."
Coriander walked slowly to the podium. She even waved to her guests; the clapping switched to a roar. The other graduates joined in the enthusiastic support of our class favorite. Cory talked oddly, having come here from Ethiopia only 4 years ago. She is the most beautiful and exotic woman that I have ever met. Six feet tall and only 125 pounds, but her smile is bigger and more inspiring than any I have ever seen.
She snatched her diploma from Jim's outstretched hand, then brushed aside his hand and dove into his arms for a hug and a joyous jump. I would have to wait for mine.
"Miss Jackson! Could we save it until we are done, please?" Dean Filby berated his top student, but his tone was pleasant enough and he finally cracked his sullen face with a smile.
Cory still took a sec to hug me, but we quickly left the stage so that other Academy Graduates could get their moment on camera.
All of the graduates knew about Cory's extra guests because we were only allowed 10. No more seats were available at any cost. Cory had to trade a lot of favors for an extra 7 invitations, people that traveled across the country. I couldn't give them to her, third gen and all, I already had to say no to my dad's sister. So she asked my boyfriend Todd.
"I'll suck your cock for 7 tickets, Todd," Cory pleaded, but she was looking at me, giving me the chance to say no.
I had confided in Cory that Todd and I were merely friends of convenience, so we were finished at the end of the semester. I would have offered to blow him myself, if I thought it would help, but I decided it would be more fun to watch my tall dark-chocolate roommate do it!
Todd looked nervously at me, so I nodded to give it my blessing.
"I can only give you 4," he said with excitement.
"Wow! I hope you mean 4 tickets," she said, as she dropped to her knees.
I sat back in my desk chair and watched as Coriander pulled Todd's long firm pole from his shorts. One hand went to his balls, while the other pulled his pants to the floor. Then the cock went into her mouth as the other hand came up to help.
Cory and I talked about sex many evenings, after lights out. I would often masturbate under my sheets, while we exchanged stories of our college adventures. We certainly knew a lot about each other, but we had never been intimate together. This was the first time I'd ever seen someone else give a blow job. It made me so wet.
It did not take more than 5 minutes, and Todd managed to look embarrassed in the end, as he blew his load into Cor's bulging cheeks. My friend showed a real talent by not stopping right away, but easing him down after his cum, then cleaning him off as a part of the service.
"Now I see why you picked him," she said to me with cum on her lips.
Cory had to spend three nights in other rooms, but she got her invites!
The party afterwards was turning out to be a bit of a drag, with so many high ranking officers from the big city and a few from around the country, like Coriander's mother, Captain Tyrell Jackson from Los Angeles.
Cory's Mom had insisted that I call her Tyrell, but she was far too intimidating for me to do that. She was originally from L.A., but she served her Country, as a Lieutenant in the U.S. Marine Corp. While she was stationed at the American Embassy in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia, she fell in love with an Ethiopian Captain of their capital police. Coriander was born the next year. When her 5 year enlistment was finished she stayed, until her husband was killed in a car accident and then they came home to Los Angeles. Tyrell was accepted as an Officer in the L.A.P.D. Starting as a Lieutenant.
"Please call my Tyrell, Pam. At least when we are out of uniform," Captain Jackson insisted.
"Thanks, Captain Jackson, but I will have to have a few drinks in me before I could do that!" I replied.
"Oh, but I will call you Tyrell, if I may?" My father responded in my stead. "...but only if you call me Peter."
Dad was flirting! Mrs. Jackson smiled, and took dad's hand for a firm shake, while he moved in closer.
"So, do you approve of your daughter's assignment?" Dad started.
"Ugh!" Captain Jackson responded, tipping her head back with exuberance.
"She could have taken her language skills and superior intelligence straight to your Headquarters, but she decides that she needs some time on the streets!"
Cory had been offered a spot in the Big House, but she had declined. It paid more too, but she wanted to know how to be a cop first. So she went to the General Uniform Division. I thought she was brilliant and brave for doing it.
Dad knew that my service would eventually move towards solving crimes of a sexual nature. My training and my intense sexuality made that road obvious.
"At least she'll have a friend there, with Pamella going to the 22nd Precinct too." Dad explained, while continuing to engage the beautiful Captain.
The party broke up before midnight, and I never saw my dad leave. We didn't have to vacate the dorm until tomorrow afternoon, so many parents were staying over 'secretly', though most went home with their families.
