Author's note: the prompt for this story was "I got more turned on in two minutes with her dominating me than I've had in vaginal sex with any guy." This is a short little romp. If you enjoy it, write me an encouraging note in the comments!
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"Twenty minutes, sugar. The two-minute drill. You haven't finished your first week, yet."
Issa stared in my face and pointed a thick finger to the women's locker rooms. She was my new boss, and the detective in charge of the special crimes unit. It had been a tough week with this new team, but it beat the hell out of writing parking tickets eight hours a day. I had joined the force a couple months before, and women still got sent to the shit jobs-the force was mostly men-shit jobs where we had to linger for months wiping asses and grinding paperwork until a real opportunity arose. When the position opened up in Issa's team, I jumped at it.
"Yes, sergeant," I snapped back, bending down to my desk to gather my gear with both hands. I nodded to her and hustled off to take my shower. The day had been tough and my uniform was crusted with sweat. Hell, the whole week had been tough under this woman's direction. I was both scared of, and I'll have to admit, attracted to Issa. She was tall and fit and commanding and ran her team-all of them male except for me-with a sharp discipline. She took no shit from anybody.
I popped open my locker with an outstretched thumb and dropped everything towards the open door. Some of it landed in the locker and some bounced to the little dressing bench and the floor around my feet. I was the only one in there because the other units had all been dismissed by that time, and you didn't get sweaty writing parking tickets, anyway, so most of the police girls went directly home after their shift.
I stripped off in an instant, leaving my uniform in a messy pile by my feet, and jumped into the shower, running the hot water over my slender figure. I thrust my face directly into the spray and held it there, eyes closed. My hands wandered to my tiny titties and I played with my nips for a good minute while the water poured over me, soothing the aches. My hips moved in a small circle as I thought of how long it had been since I'd had good sex.
I'd been with a guy named Ryan just that week. Even though he had a dick as big as my arm, the sex wasn't so great. After a few kisses he pulled my panties down and started thrusting into my pussy. Seemed like it was twenty minutes or so while I lay there with him pumping in and out, but the vaginal stimulation wasn't doing it for me. I tried to hurry him along with my hands but I'm guessing he thought girls wanted it drawn out, because he seemed to think he was doing me a favor with the long grind. Broaching the subject of sex performance was a tricky topic, especially for a guy with a huge dick who thinks he's got all it takes to please a woman.
A voice rudely interrupted my thoughts. "Let's finish that shower now, sugar peaches."
Issa! Fuck. It couldn't have been twenty minutes yet. Did she surprise me on purpose? I turned the water off and made an attempt to cover myself with my hands. Without meeting her gaze, I slipped past her through the little doorway to the main dressing room. I felt her watching, then following me to my locker where I faced the open door and reached for my towel with the hand that wasn't covering my tits. Her backpack hit the ground as she slung it off her shoulders.
"Freeze, sugar."
She said it quietly and calmly, but there was no mistaking that it was an order. I held still. "Arms up to the wall," she said, and stepped in right behind me. She was so close that I felt her warm breath on the back of my neck as I raised my arms to the wall of lockers. Then she slid her forearm up and over my shoulder and around my neck, and tightened, her body pressed against mine, the ridges of her belt against my naked ass and the butt of her holstered gun against my hips.