I had been a police officer for six years, before my boss finally selected me as a defensive tactics instructor. It was a rough additional duty and I was the first female in my unit to be selected for it. So the pressure was intense and I knew I couldn't fail. Before I left for the training center, my boss whispered in my ear, "Be careful what you wish for," and gave me a sly smile. I told him to "go fuck himself" and headed out the door.
The training was intense. Three weeks of pure ass kicking. I'd been to the training center before for basic, and just as I remembered it, it was a real cock fest. A girl and her pussy ruled the roost. By the end of the second week, I was covered in bruises and the only bitch left in the class. I felt pretty good about myself, having survived marathon PT sessions, defensive tactics beatings, and our tyrant of a training officer, Lt. Johnson.
It was the Friday before the weekend, and I was looking forward to tossing back a few with the guys before selecting the cock that would tame my pussy for the weekend. So far I had only fucked two of the remaining ten guys in the class, so my reputation was still intact. Two sessions with Lt. Johnson left.
Lt. Johnson, however, had a surprise for us or for me I should say. By now, he really knew what pushed my buttons. I was competitive and hated failure. We lined up in the mat room and he really worked us in the first 20 minutes. Sweat was pouring from my body and as was customary I stripped off my top to expose my 34D breasts in my tight sports bra. The guys also removed their shirts, and we were all left sporting our government issued cargo shorts and our gear belts complete with baton, handcuffs, and fake gun.
"Carson!" Lt. Johnson barked. I raced over to him and stood at attention slightly out of breath from the earlier workout. He peered into the opening at the center of my sports bra, wiping the sweat from between my breasts with his hand.
"Gentlemen, we have a rare treat to have a cunt like Carson still left in the program." Lt. Johnson obviously missed sexual harassment training. "Today, we get the pleasure of practicing search techniques on one of the most wily of all suspects you'll ever come across in your career, a woman. In the interest of officer safety, I am sure Carson won't mind us abusing her a little today in today's training."
He snickered, knowing I couldn't possibly say no. "Officer Safety" was the golden rule in law enforcement. Prior to today's training, we only practiced body searches on members of the same sex.
He began barking the commands that we were all very familiar with, "Carson, face the wall, spread your arms and leg. Wider! Point your toes out, look away from my voice."
I obeyed knowing this was all part of the playing the suspect. Suddenly, I felt the rush of Lt. Johnson sweeping in to cuff me. I shrieked a little when he yanked my arms behind me and I felt the cold cuffs slapped on my wrists. He pressed his hips against the back of my shorts to ensure I couldn't move, and I could feel his hard cock. Playing the suspect, I resisted a little and suddenly I was slammed against the wall. The guys chuckled in the background. I knew they liked seeing me, an intruder in their world, get roughed up. I could see blood trickling from my wrists from the cuffs.
"Now ladies, it's your turn. I want each of you to demonstrate proper search techniques on Carson. Start from the head and work your way down to her boots. And remember, always give the perp a little something to remember you by!"
Romano, a real eye candy from the Bronx, was first. He started by putting his massive hand on my shoulder and caressing my hair. He moved down my neck breathing heavily on it. Oh, I had been dreaming about Ramano as my next cock for the past week.
