Roman felt refreshed from his nap. He slept in yesterday from his day off. And since he didn’t have to go to work in early today, he decided to go workout before going in to work.
Training day is today. On the third Wednesday of every month, all police officers must go to training day. Training day helps keep officers in tip top shape. The city wanted their officers of the law to be able to uphold the law, and look good doing it, too. Since Roman already worked out, he had no problem with training day.
Some unknown deserted location:
“Walk.”
The sniper who made an attempt on the mayor’s life last week was now blind folded and handcuffed, the hot sun beaming down on him and the man standing behind him.
He walked forward. The man behind him yelled stop. He didn’t know what was going on, but he had a pretty good idea. That man was about to end his life.
Phil Fuller worked for the DEA. He was a strong young man, and very reliable when it came to carrying out orders. He raised his black gun, aimed at the blind folded man’s head, and fired.
The body slumped into a pit, obviously dug out earlier for this purpose. Phil walked up to the dead body and pumped the rest of the clip into the back of the dead man.
Police Academy:
Training day lasted all day. It consisted of full length courses that required intense running, skill, stamina, and strength.
The detectives had priority so they went first. Roman and Omar ran through their routine quickly and without incident. It took a little longer for Kim and Charlotte to come out of the locker.
Charlotte Hall was the smallest female on the force. She only stood 5’5” at most and weighed about 110lbs. Her silky blonde hair flowed straight down her back. She tied it up for this exercise. She wore a tight tank top and tights that held her curves in place.
Vice squad was ready to go next, and the corner they stood in looked like a ghetto. A bunch of thugs just stood there watching the two women. Charlotte felt especially uncomfortable, but she made through it anyway.
For those who didn’t pass training day must go through daily exercises with the drill sergeant.
The only one who didn’t show up for training day was Stacy, who was seeing a shrink for her traumatic experience.
The police psychologist was Dr. Terri Zee. She received her education from Catholic schools so her personality was conservative, which was a job requirement. Hearing Stacy talking about her incident was disturbing to Terri, she had never heard of such a thing before. Not about the sexual assault, but the size of those men’s erections. Terri wondered if Stacy was exaggerating, but she was very curious to listen to her describe them.
“Before I got to my location there was a black man standing over this blonde, and I was wondering what they were doing. I looked down to see her face, stuffed… with the biggest black cock I have ever seen. She was choking on it, and the black man just kept pushing into her mouth deeper and deeper. I was shocked, I tried to regain my composure but I couldn’t. That’s when the target approached me.”
Terri uncrossed her legs. She could feel her panties moist. Terri was wet. “Do you think that’s what they wanted you to see?”
“I think so. They didn’t believe I was a prostitute, that’s why I did what I did.”
“So what happened next?”
“They told me the drugs were upstairs so I followed them. That was my first mistake. When I entered the room I knew I was in trouble. I was alone in a room with three big black men and the room smelled like sperm.”
Terri shifted her legs again. “Then what happened?”
“They groped and grabbed at me until I was finally standing there naked. Then they pulled out their… cocks, huge black shafts sticking out of them. I was in disbelief.”
Unknown to her, the shape of Terri’s nipples could be seen through her blouse. Terri was hot. She subconsciously unbuttoned the top of her blouse and spread her legs. Terri wore a sophisticated grey mini-skirt with slits on the sides and sheer black thigh-high stockings with garters. She finished the outfit with conservative black high heels.
Stacy, too, felt this cold, wet, emptiness in between her legs. She imagined vividly the details of those big black cocks.
“Could you describe the… um, big black cocks?” Terri asked.
“Oh, yes. Their cocks were a very dark black, long and thick, with big veins, and a dark purple head. Brock, his was even bigger than the rest. His cock had blisters on it and deep scarring marks. Oh, and their balls were big and heavy, too.”
“…uh, huh.”
“The entire time I didn’t know if all this was really happening. They forced me down and put their cocks in my mouth, just the head itself barely fit into my mouth. But they managed to stick the whole thing in. I felt like the girl outside the hotel. My mouth was stuffed and I was choking now.”
“You just sucked them off?”
“Oh, no, hardly. I just kept my mouth open wide as I could. They just pumped until they came and I swallowed.”
“You swallowed?”
“A lot. They just kept cumming and cumming. I didn’t think they would stop.”
“And then?”
“By then I was bent over the bed and someone was standing behind me. They took me from behind.”
“Anal?”
“Not yet. Later on though that was all they did. I felt myself opening up inside to his really big black cock. I was feeling very sore.”
“How do you feel now?”
“I’m feeling better now. I just feel so relieved that it’s over. I was so scared.”
“How would you describe them? I mean… their personalities.”
“They were brutes. They didn’t treat me like a woman, they just used me… I felt so violated.”
“It’s okay now, Stacy, you did well. No one expects you to do anything different. So what happened next?”
“They made me swallow their cum. I thought they were done with me, but I remembered Brock still sitting there waiting his turn. Their cocks were still hard and then they put it in my butt.”
