People say horrible affair about badge bunny rabbit. Well ... not guy wire, really, not as a ecumenical formula. And certainly not cops ... or at least not Male cop. It 's womanhood who do it. And not even the worst, most woman-hating guys are ever as mean value, as downright and unreservedly criminal and cruel, as cleaning lady are to other cleaning woman. You would not believe the things that other women have said to me. Things that a guy would n't whisper behind the backrest of his unfit enemy, a womanhood will just come correctly up and say them straight to my face. Provided there are n't any guys around to try her, that is. Because that 's the magic trick of it. cleaning lady who hate char have to hazard to be all sweet and innocent, if there 's a guy around. They have to protect their look-alike. Because they know men tattle, and they are terrified of developing a repute as the sort of hateful, malignant kick they truly are. They wo n't admit it, not even to themselves. But they know, deep down in their cold, shriveled philia, that no man would ever require them if they knew what they were really like. And so they lie, constantly, to themselves even more than they do to men. They pretend that it 's lesson outrage they 're feeling, rather than wide-eyed green-eyed monster. And it 's only when there are n't any men around to hear that they reveal who they really are.

It still hurts. Even if they do n't say anything to me outright, seeing the facial expression, watching them whisper to each other, not even bothering to hide what they 're doing ... it hurts. I remember when I was just a footling girl, hiding out on the stairs of our mansion, hearing my mom in the support room talking with her Friend about female solidarity, and how all women were baby. It hurt like perdition, learning that was all a lie. I try not to let it bother me, and I 'm getting proficient at that, with clip. It was hardest when I was younger, coming to grip with the desires I 'd had for as long as I could recall, and just starting to act on them. I was twenty-two now, as of midnight two hours ago, and I 've developed a bit of a thicker skin. It still is n't easy, feeling those hateful stares ... but it 's worth it, at to the lowest degree to me.

It does n't take a wizard to figure out where my little obsession originated. pappa had been a cop. Some of my earliest computer memory are of sitting on my little Barbie car, pushing myself up and down the linoleum by the movement door, waiting for Daddy to come home off sack and sweep me up into his munition, twirling me around and giving me kisses, making me squeal. The car had been vivid pinko, of path, but it was absolutely covered in the law spikelet Daddy had helped me put on, the kind they give out to elementary school kids when the cops come into schooling for safety intro. I 've seen them render out the exact same stickers to my own Thomas Kyd, nearly two ten later. wellspring, not my nipper, obviously ; the unity I teach, I mean, my second-graders. A cop was all I ever wanted to be, when I was little, and that desire lasted right up until I started college. But you ca n't join the police academy at eighteen, and Mom was adamant that I go to college at least until I was old enough to apply. I 'm glad she insisted. I would have made an all right cop, I think ... but I 'm an first-class teacher. Plus ... the Old I got, the more I realized it was n't really being a cop that filled my fantasies.

Daddy 's funeral was what set it in stone, I think. He died in the line of duty, when I was seven, and I remember thinking at the time that every cop in the city must have been there, there were so many of them. Their uniforms were so beautiful and dark, with their shiny horseshoe and medals. I cried, and papa 's partner, uncle Dashaun, picked me up and hold up me cockeyed, rubbing my backbone and caressing my hair until I 'd finally cried myself out. He told me that I was going to be okay. That it sucked, that it fucking sucked ( the offset time I 'd ever heard an adult swear in conversation directly to me, and not just overheard when they were talking to each other ), but he told me that I was going to be okay. He told me that Daddy had been his blood brother, and that in fact every cop had been Daddy 's brother, and that even though pop was gone, I had more family than I 'd ever realized, and I always would. He meant it, too. And unlike with Mom, with her bullshit about all women being sisters, I learned over the years that uncle Dashaun had been right.

I actually got in a engagement once, because of uncle Dashaun. I just remembered that, thinking of him. It was the entirely fight I ever got in at shoal, maybe a year before pa died. The teacher had asked us all to draw a picture of our family, and I 'd included uncle Dashaun, he and dad in their uniforms next to Mom and me. But when I stood in front of the class to talk about my drawing off, Billy Stevens told me uncle Dashaun could n't be my uncle, because I was Stanford White and uncle Dashaun was black. And I said 'We 're spicy, you jerk !', and I ran over and punched him right in the nozzle. I was mad. Mom was not affect. pappa did n't say anything, he left it to Mom. But after she was out of the elbow room, he got down on his stifle and gave me a big hug and a kiss in my hair. He still did n't say anything, but I knew it was going to be okay, that he was n't mad. And billy S. Smith Stevens never bugged me again.

So like I said, it does n't direct a genius to understand me. My preferences were set early, and they were locked in surd long before I was even old enough to do anything about them. Not that my age ever stopped me from trying, intellect you. But one thing about fuzz, they know the law, and they 're not real shy about asking to see your ID if they think you might be too Whitney Moore Young Jr. when you try hitting on them. And they know how to spot a sham ID, too, unfortunately ; I got several taken away like that. I got in a few good makeout sessions while I was sixteen and 17, sneaking into the bars around the honorary society and waiting for the boys to hail out to blow off some steam, but even the baby-cops became cautious any time I started hinting that I wanted to do more than just kiss.

But I do n't throw to interest about that anymore, thank God. I was feeling positive and aphrodisiacal, striding purposefully across the pavement towards the precinct house at two a.m. on my twenty-second birthday, looking forward to receiving the secondment one-half of my present.

It was greyback who arranged it all for me. Or serjeant-at-law Vasquez, if you want to be all formal about it. He 's older, with that whole salt-and-pepper thing going, which I find really hot. He 's one of my fixture fellow. I always have at least a smattering going at any one time, but greyback 's for sure enough one of my favorites. Some of the new ones can get a piddling hung up sometimes, wanting me to be exclusive and move over up my early boys for them, thinking that they could take me away from it all and have me be a good petty housewife for them. I tell them I 'm not interested, give them a chance to let it drop, but I do n't stay fresh them around long if they keep talking like that. Johnny suggested the Sami, but only once, and never again after I told him that kind of relationship was n't for me, at least not in the foreseeable hereafter. He knows what we have, and what we do n't, and he 's okay with it. He 's pretty kinky, too, introducing me to some bondage and stuff that I would n't get had the courage to try without him. Which is why I knew I could desire him a month ago when I told him my fantasy of how I wanted to celebrate my birthday, and how I knew that he 'd be pulling out all the plosive tonight making it come true for me.

The swooning above the back door of the precinct did a good job of illuminating the parking lot, but it did fuck-all for the slight semi-enclosed domain surrounding the doors themselves. I knew the lurking shadow I could see there had to be Johnny Reb, it was right where he said he 'd be ... but I still got a little chill of fear and excitement running down my back as I approached the dark, silent figure, my sexy four-inch cad clicking loudly in the still night air.

"You lost, piffling young lady ?"he asked with a grin, stepping out into the lighter, that growly vox of his confirming his personal identity before I 'd even seen his face. He looked so big and brawny in his uniform, an inch taller than me even in my heels.

"Yes, officeholder. Will you help me find my papa ?"I grinned back, my vocalism going all little-girl cutsie for him. It was one of our favorite games, one we 'd played many times. His response would be to hint that maybe he could be my papa ... I 'd hem and haw, depending on how much I felt like teasing him, but I 'd always agree, with the fun and games shortly to follow.

"In a minute."he said instead, his grinning growing progressively more wicked as he looked me up and down, reaching out to run a finger up and down the fastenings of my crownwork. It was a gorgeous leather thing, blacker than night. I 'd bugger off it off the rack, but I was improbable and skinny enough ( five-eight and only a hundred and baker's dozen pounds, with a lot of that in my good, business firm, natural D-cup breast ), that it fit like I 'd had it made custom."Why do n't you let me admit a right look at you, first ?"

"Here ?"I gasped.

"Here."he confirmed with a dangerous nod. I started slowly moving my hands, swallowing nervously. This had not been part of the plan. We 'd played around with immodesty a short bit ; his apartment had immense, floor-to-ceiling windows off the kitchen and dining room, and he loved fucking me pressed up against the Methedrine where anybody could count in and see. His berth was only a pulley block away, too, and you could see those windowpane from the bit and 3rd flooring of the precinct, which had always given me an spare thrill. But even so, that was a far cry from what he was suggesting now ... Still, I kept slowly unfasten my cap, then opened it, letting him see what was underneath. He stared hungrily, licking his rim. I thought for a second that might be enough, but then he looked up into my eyes, and I knew he wanted me to go forward. I looked around first, seeing nobody, then shrugged out of my jacket, carefully folding it up and holding it over my arm.

I was already wearing the presents he 'd pay back for me. Johnny works twenty-four hour period, and we 'd been doing a little 'celebrating'earlier in the evening when he 'd gotten off shift. But then he 'd told me to have a lilliputian nap, so I 'd be gear up for the chief result later, while he went to hire care of some death hour contingent. It had been a staring surprise to receive the huge blue box filled with tissue paper waiting next to me in his bed when his warning device had woken me, along with his note telling me exactly what he wanted me to do.

Johnny was drinking me in with his heart. It was an expression I 'd seen on his face plenty of times, but it never failed to get off my mammilla and clit perking up in anticipation. That nighttime was no exception, the cool air adding to the effect even more. I was freshly shaved, just like his eminence had said, not that I would n't consume done that anyways, knowing what my night would entail. I spun slowly before he could tell me to, knowing he 'd want to see it all. The heels I 'm sure enough had been the most expensive part of his gift ; too much, really, even given how a good deal I knew he loved seeing me in sexy, strappy blackguard just like these. They were a inscrutable, policeman 's blue air, which was just perfect, and I bet he 'd had to look for time of day online to observe them ! Next in the box I 'd incur the shoe collar, a matching bluing, with the words 'Badge bunny girl'on it in bright silvery letter of the alphabet. It had a tiny little replication of a officer 's badge, too ! right in the center of my pharynx between the two run-in. And on the outside of the Bible, two sets of footling steel handcuff, one watch bracelet firmly attached, the other danging down about an inch. They were usable, too ... not as actual manacle, of course, they were too low to stop a chemical mechanism to open up and close them. But they were obviously meant as fond regard points for bondage games ... which I was very much looking forward to getting to play, whether that would be happening tonight, or just something greyback and I would do later.

Digging a little deeper into that box, I 'd found the fluffy bunny-tail bum plug. That 's what I could feel him staring at now as I slowly turned around for him, my lowly, pert white ass perfectly framing the soft blue fur. I 'd spent quite some time in Johnny 's toilet before I left, admiring how it looked in the mirror as I teased myself in preparation, so I knew exactly how often he 'd be enjoying seeing me wearing it. I gave him a sexy niggling bunny-wiggle, making him laugh. He suddenly slapped my ass, and I obediently gave him the little-girl squeal I knew he wanted to hear. Lastly, right down in the fanny of the comically-oversized present box, I 'd found the go part of his gift ; a aphrodisiac little aristocratic domino-mask. Or so I 'd thought until I finished freeing it from the tissue newspaper. This one had subtle metal extensions going back to my ears, like the weapon system on a pair of glasses, designed to be hidden under my hair. And there was a second, erect band connecting the two ear to ear up over the top of my fountainhead, supporting the big, diskette blue bunny ears that I now had sprouting up out of my hair. It had taken some experimentation, but with my recollective, naturally blonde haircloth put up into a pair of sexy, messy pigtails, you 'd have to look really close now to see how the fast one was done.

Johnny stepped faithful as I finished my bout, one hand reaching up to familiarly, possessively fondle my tit, the other reaching further to stroke the soft fur of my ears.

"God, you 're gorgeous !"he said, grinning and slowly shaking his head, staring deeply into my bright risque centre through the hole in the mask. He always said he loved my center, and I knew from his bathroom mirror just how very much all my new racy accessories were really making them pop. I could feel my impudence burning under his gaze.

"Thank you, Sir !"I said, licking and biting my lip. I was looking forward to the rest of my present, I really was ... but I felt that Johnny Reb needed something especial number one, a thank-you for everything he 'd done for me.

"Would you hold this for me, Sir ?"I asked, offering him my jacket. He was still trying to sort it out over his arm when I dropped down in front of him. Not to my knees, of course of instruction ; precinct parking lot, yuck ! But I lowered myself to balance carefully on my new blackguard, and reached for his crotch.

There are so many reasons Johnny is one of my favorite ... but his cock is definitely top of the inclination ! It 's almost nine inches long, circumcised, thick, and as consecutive and hard as a police billy ... and I 'm the one to sleep with, the figure of truncheon I 've had up inside of me ! bull really seem to savor doing that, for some grounds ... and I 'd be lying if I said I did n't get off on it, too. Point is, his putz is like a aspiration come true. Which made it quite a battle for me to get it out of his uniform trousers, since he was already mostly hard. I managed eventually, though, and quickly went to townspeople on him with my mouth. Hardly special in and of itself, I know ... Reb had enjoyed my mouth, along with all the other parts of me, more times than I could count. But even an unrepentant badge bunny rabbit like me had never been quite so brazen as to mess up any of my boys right out in the opened in the precinct parking lot before. inside squad cars in the parking lot, yes. Of course. But never out in the undefendable where masses could see ! And certainly not dressed up for the contribution the way I was !

I did everything I possibly could to rush him along, spitting and slurping, deep-throating him, playing with his orb in just the way I know he likes most. But Johnny Reb does not cum quickly, which is normally yet another of the rationality I like him so much. The longer he lasted, though, the More I worried that somebody was going to motor by and see us. Not since the beginning blowjob I 'd ever given had I been so relieved to feel that warm, salty taste finally filling my sass. I kept sucking, but did n't swallow yet, swirling my tongue around his sensitive cockhead until he could n't hire it any more and pulled out. Johnny, to a greater extent than I think any of my others, ilk being in control. So I opened my mouth extensive, sticking out my tongue, showing him the creamy goodness he 'd just given me.

"deglutition, baby !"he commanded, softly stroking his finger through my pigtails, and only then did I allow his cum to surface my pharynx on its way down to my skinny little belly. I smiled up at him warmly, expecting I 'd be receiving many More such loads before the Nox was through, but glad that Rebel 's had been the first.

"Thank you, Sir !"I said, licking my lips as I stared up into his eyes. He smiled down at me, tucking himself back into his pants before pulling me to my foot and pulling me into a passionate, slightly-salty kiss. Then he opened the big, solid precinct threshold, my coat still draped over his arm, guiding me along with his hand on my ass, his index finger's breadth brushing against the sonant, blue fur of my bunny rabbit tail. I took a bass breath, butterfly in my stomach, the echoing clicks of my cad announcing my arrival as I strode naked and proud into the building at Johnny 's side.

I know every one of the city 's precincts as well as I know my own apartment. Probably spend nearly as lots time in them, too, given that I like sleeping with my boy, and not just fucking them, so I hardly ever spend a night at domicile. It 's not that I have a problem with them sleeping over at my post ... but they do. Even Johnny, who is the most laid back about our arrangement out of them all, has admitted that it would bother him a slight if he knew other guy cable had been in my lieu. So, easy solvent ; none of my boy come to my place. Or if they do, if they 're picking me up or dropping me off, they never come inside. Come inside my apartment, I mean ... I insist on regular testing, because I always have them cum inside of me !

Because I knew the precinct so well, I knew exactly where we were going. I still let Johnny maneuver me, of line, but that was because I was enjoying the feeling of being led by his mitt on my ass, not because I needed management. I was a little confused by how vacate the place looked. I 'd figured the back hallway would be lined with all the energize off-duty cops Johnny had invited, anxiously waiting to get their world-class look at me, but we did n't encounter a single soul. I was a little disappointed, honestly, strutting my poppycock like that for nothing. But I trusted Johnny to jazz what he was doing. If the path he was taking me through was empty at the moment, there had to be a serious intellect for it.

We arrived at the men 's locker room, which again, was strangely empty-bellied. That would be normal for to the highest degree nights at that fourth dimension, but the guy Rebel had arranged had to be waiting somewhere, and if it was n't in the hall or the locker room I was really starting to inquire where they were. It was actually my outset time in that picky storage locker way, so I looked around curiously. I 'd been in a couple of others, in other precincts, but footlocker room were tricky ; you never knew when individual would get puked on out on patrol and have to come back to get changed mid-shift, potentially catching you in the act ! You laugh, but I 'd actually plant myself in that exact Saame situation once myself ! Luckily, the guy who 'd come in had been amenable to a quick double-teaming ( after I 'd made him shower down, first ! ), so I did n't get in any trouble.

"I take it that 's for me ?"I asked, seeing a black plod judiciary, like the guys use for bench presses and presumably dragged in from their gym, sitting in the center of the narrow-ish room between the two veneer rows of lockers.

"Yep."He confirmed, guiding me over to feed me a closer look."You can set yourself up however you want, but I was thinking it would be best if you were up on your deal and knees, so you could take one from each end. I 've also got these ..."He said, bending down and reaching under the bench, coming out with footling silvery Ernst Boris Chain with catches on the end."They 're adjustable, but of course you do n't have to use them if you do n't want."

"I want !"I giggled, rewarding him for his thoughtfulness with a passionate kiss. I hopped up onto the bench, quickly finding that elbows and human knee would be more easy and light to sustain than custody and stifle, as greyback attached the little strand to my collar and adjusted their length for me. That place displayed my tiny little heart-shaped ass higher into the air, too, which was always a plus, especially when I tucked my knees up beneath me the way I was doing. Reb left me a piddling slack, but not very much ... it was perfect, and it felt like my pussy was already humming with anticipation for what was about to happen.

"Johnny ?"I asked, looking up at him submissively. I put my articulatio radiocarpea tighter together, and held them up a little. He laughed, taking his manacle from his belt and fastening them loosely on me, making certainly they would n't hurt. veridical handcuff are not remotely the Saami as play handlock, and I 'd had plenty experience with both character to appreciate his consideration.

Reb bent down for a hold out kiss, fondling my tits as he did so, then he was off and out of the room, giving my ass a nice, firm sapidity on his way past, and I could do nil but time lag. He could n't cause been gone long, but it felt like forever until I heard the door scuttle again and the sound of aroused masculine voices. I knew the second they came far enough around the nook to see me, half of them falling into a stillness, the former half talking louder, slapping each other on the shoulders. I could n't see them yet, I 'd positioned myself facing away from the door on purpose, so the starting time they 'd see of me would be my ass and pussy. And I had no idea who they were. I did n't even eff how many of them there were ! Those had been my two John Roy Major requests, when I 'd told Johnny my fantasy. Other than him, I wanted only make fun I 'd never had sex with before, and I did n't want to eff ahead of time how many there would be ; I 'd left it completely up to him. I was afraid it would be awkward, when I handed him my short black Scripture of conquests so he could micturate sure to find new ones for me, but he just laughed. I think it might let helped that I 'd been down on my knees servicing his cock for him at the time.

The guys came closer, and started to touch me ; my ass, my thighs, my pussy, my tits ... tugging playfully on my pigtails like we were in level school day. That survive really put a naughty smile on my face, imagining what my mo graders would think if they could deliver seen what was about to come about to me. The ultimate extremum of where flirtatious hair-pulling could eventually chair !

I was surrounded by spicy uniforms ; my other, modest request. They could take in off as much as they wanted once we got started, so they 'd be more comfortable while they were fucking me, but despite them all being extremely off responsibility for the evening, I 'd wanted them all to start out in uniform. They all looked to be around Johnny 's age, which was just stark. I always prefer one-time guy rope. Not just because I find them so sexy, but because they actually know what they 're doing ; sometime guy cable always make me cum much better than the young ones who are still fumbling around trying to count on out how everything works.

The only potential issue with Old guys is that a lot of them are marital. But honestly ... that had never really been a problem for me. It was n't like I was trying to marry them, after all ! And the way I saw it, it was their married woman'job to keep open their men satisfied at dwelling house. So if the wives refused to do that job, if they would n't fall in their men the sex they deserved ... then they deserved to be cheated on for being such arrogant, frigid squawk ! Honestly, it really just pissed me off, knowing that the boys were out there risking their lives every day, just like Daddy had done, when their wife could n't even be bothered to spread their wooden leg for them when they got home plate ! So ... I did n't try out conjoin men, but I certainly never turned them away just because they had a ring on their finger ! If any of these guy was married ... then I was just glad to be giving them something their wives were no longer giving them at family !

And probability were, at to the lowest degree a few of these guys would have kids. Maybe daughters. Maybe young unity, just starting puberty, lowly and nubile and tight and innocent. Maybe a little older, sixteen maybe, fully developed and firm but still little-girl skinny, showing themselves off around the theater and harmlessly practicing their flirtation on their pappa. Maybe daughters my age, women now, picking up men in ginmill and doing all variety of dirty, naughty matter that their papa could only stargaze about ! I did n't live, because Reb had been in charge of picking them all ; I did n't even experience their name calling, much less their family situations. But the idea that they were about to use my uncoerced youth cunt as a backup man for their daughters'closely lilliputian pussies, the ones they could n't celebrate themselves from fantasizing about but could never throw for tangible, made me tremble with excitement ! It made me even happier I 'd picked cutsie little pigtails for my hair, to accentuate the fantasy for us all even Sir Thomas More !

Needless to say, married or not, fathers or not, the boy were glad, too. They were all commenting appreciatively as their hands roamed my body, partly to me, but mostly to each other, discussing and debating their favorite share. It was a flush, let me secern you, hearing them argue with each other over which of my various attributes they each found most appealing ! None of them had even taken his hammer out yet, and I was already dripping from all the attention they were giving me !

That could n't last forever, and nor would I have wanted it to. The offset to have the enterprise was a white guy with dark Robert Brown hair. I think maybe I 'd seen him before, in the background at one precinct house or another, but I was sure I 'd never actually spoken to him before. Which was a shame, because now that I was getting a good expression at him, he was actually really hot ! I tried to read his name scale, but the angle was too difficult. And then, after he got his cock out and started waving it in my face and brushing it against my lips, I was too distracted to give care anymore what his public figure was ! I sucked him into my mouth, quickly getting him the rest of the way knockout. He was n't as big as Johnny, but that was hardly a surprisal, not many guys are. I estimated him at maybe six and a half inches, but it was hard to do it without him pulling far enough away for me to get a good look now that he 'd finished growing, and having to infer based only on the spirit of him in my mouth.

Things were happening behind me, too. Mostly hands, at initiative. And then the unmistakable intuitive feeling of a spit, briefly. The tongue was quickly replaced with a tool, the same guy I thought, but I could n't be for sure. There were so many guys standing around me, touching me, I still was n't sure how many there were. At least ten, for sure, More than my private guess of how many Johnny would cause found for me ; I 'd been expecting six, maybe as many as eight. Not that I was disappointed ! I 'd made the choice to intrust greyback with the details, and I was happy I had ! But this ... it could be as many as twenty, for all I knew ! But I did n't remember so, I think I 'd birth been able to tell if there were that many guy wire in the room with me. And knowing how Johnny likes turn numbers game, I figured that if I could secern it was at least ten, that probably meant it was either ten, or twelve for an even dozen. Though there was no way of telling if he would give counted himself in that number or not. So really, it could be ten, eleven, twelve, or long dozen. Or it could be more, because I could be completely wrong about all of it, and I truly had no idea how many guys might still be standing back there behind me where I could n't see.

I could preserve track, as long as they all took at least one bend using my oral fissure. You know how some people have an almost photographic retentivity for faces ? I have that for cocks. I 'm a cognoscente of cop-cocks ! But that plan would only make if each of them came around to my mouth, where I could see them properly. I could separate some things with my pussy ... The guy using me right then, for instance, was maybe seven inch long, slightly tenuous than the guy I was currently sucking on, and he had a slight but detectable curve to his left wing. It was a decent cock, and he was using it well, supplementing his screw with a nice, firm grip, one hand on my hip, the former reaching up to squeeze my tit. But without seeing it with my heart, I could n't say the departure between that one, any other pecker that met the same basic list of de***********ors.

Not that it really mattered, I supposed. Johnny would tell me exactly how many men I 'd been with afterwards, if I asked him. He 'd probably be capable to state me exactly who had used which hole, how many times, and the edict they 'd done it in, he was that attentive to detail. And I 'd have to ask him for at least all of their names, the next forenoon after we were all done and recovered, so I could keep my little Shirley Temple book accurate and up to date. What I was doing was just a pride thing, for me ; I wanted to see if I could count on out the bit for myself, without having to ask, and I would n't be able to do that if I did n't see all their dick. I 'd just have to be really good, I decided, so that none of them would even think of leaving before they 'd had me at least once from each end !

It was actually a really unspoiled thing that Rebel had bought me my bunny buttocks, I suddenly realized ! I actually really corresponding anal. Like, a lot ! But I was n't sure I could handle it in the kind of doses I 'd be looking at if I was offering all three of my holes to this many guy cable at once ! Much substantially to keep it to just my sassing and puss, with the extra tightness caused by the butt fireplug serving as an apologia for not giving them my ass, too !

It was getting harder to imagine coherently, as the unceasing fucking and fondling brought me closer to the first of what I knew would be many orgasms. I 've always been slow to cum, and there was no question in my thinker that I was in for a marathon, with this much delectable cop man-meat waiting to fill me up ! My experience with being spit-roasted was actually fairly limited, however, so I knew I 'd have to be careful. The very survive matter I wanted was to accidentally sting somebody 's cock because the guy fucking me made me cum too voiceless !

I came first, but only a matter of seconds before the guy in my oral fissure did. I think it must have been the vibration of my moan that finally pushed him over the edge. I swallowed as quick as I could, not even trying to play any of the submissive cum-slut plot I routinely play for Reb, like I did for him out in the parking lot. I was being submissive enough for these guy wire already, and with bozo I 'd never been with before I did n't want to accidentally lack out on swallowing just because one of them pulled out before I was expecting him to, making me drool his shipment down my Kuki-Chin instead !

Mouth-guy pulled out, and was quickly replaced. New guy was lightlessness, and already hard from the moment I saw him. He was a little thicker than the last one, but only a little over six in long, and curved slightly upwards near his straits. He 'd be really estimable in missionary, I knew, but not as well in doggy style. That was a shame, given the position I 'd chosen, but I hoped he 'd stick around long enough to recover and use my pussy anyways. I hoped they all did, and not just because I wanted to compare them all to each other. These guy cable, these cops, were making my self-aggrandising, gamy aspiration occur on-key ! I wanted to devote myself to them completely, to pleasure them all as many times as possible, in thanks for what they were doing for me.

The guy behind me came, grunting loudly, thrusting hard enough to thrust me forward onto the cock in front, making me gag a little from the surprisal of it. Pussy-guy held himself inside for a few Thomas More moments, caressing my ass, then gave me a nice, hard smack on my ass and a follow-up credit crunch. I yelped in surprise, muffled by the cock in my sass, then moaned, wiggling back onto him, showing him how happy his perceptiveness made me. That guy pulled out and was quickly replaced ; a thicker, little prick sliding easily into my cum-drenched hole, squelching loudly as he started thrusting in and out. Then the first one walked around from behind me, tapping the shoulder of the new guy I was sucking, backing him away and taking his home so I could quickly clean his cock of my cum for him. I moaned happily, deep-throating him all the way and sucking as hard as I could, loving the gustatory modality of myself on his cock as he slowly pulled away and let the former guy reclaim his situation. And it would only be getting better, I knew ! My cum-filled little cunny meant the hombre would be getting messier and messier as the Nox went on, every time a new one came around for me to clean his cock for him after busting the recent freight inside of me. I 'd trusted Reb to evidence all the guys exactly what they 'd be signing up for, to check their STD tests ahead of time and to weed out any who would have a job with sloppy indorsement, or thirds, or however-manyths. I knew he 'd been thorough with the trial ; dewy-eyed self-interest guaranteed that. And judging from the focal ratio at which I 'd been refilled, he 'd been equally efficient with the second labor as well.

I was in cop-cock paradise. I wo n't say they began to blur together, because they did n't. I was fully engaged at every minute, and knew exactly what was happening to me, even if I did n't always eff exactly who was doing what. I did, however, completely miss all gumption of time. I knew that I 'd made seven guys cum with my pussy, but only six with my mouth. That was n't counting the ones who 'd been masturbating to the sight of me while waiting their turning, and who had just tagged in briefly to feed me an additional load, of course. Still, I thought it was interesting. I knew I was good with both my pussy and my mouth, I 'd been told so often enough that I knew the guys saying it were n't just trying to fee my ego. But I 'd never been in a position to know how good before, one hole compared to the former. I was wondering if the disagreement was just because I kept taking prison term out to clean the guys who had just finished inside my pussy, and to swallow the loads of the guys who were masturbating, or if it was accurately common mood of my acquirement. I was pondering, and trying to take a leak a particular feat for the Latino guy currently in my mouth ( not Reb, this one 's cock was almost two in lowly, though still above average ), when I suddenly heard a new, furious, and distaff voice.

"What the piece of ass is going on in here !"she bellowed, and suddenly I was empty on both remainder, the first time in I did n't even eff how long. I twisted around, as much as I could with the chains on my neckband, to see a pissed off redhead with sergeant 's band staring from eye to eye to eye, as my boys covered their junk with their mitt, or tried to tuck themselves back into their pants if they were still wearing any.

"hello, Sergeant."I said meekly. My idea was running a million knot a minute, but I had no idea what to do. I just knew I needed to protect my boys. They were doing this for me ... it would be a misfortunate thank-you indeed if I let anything befall to them as a answer !

"Nobody moves !"The Melanerpes erythrocephalus bellowed. Then she took a hesitant pace forward, her interpreter and expression softening as she addressed me directly."miss ? Are you okay ?"

She was actually kind of attractive, I thought suddenly. She was a bit older than me, maybe XXX, thirty-two. And she had Ball, there was no doubting that ! I may not have known any of the guys Johnny had invited for me before that Night, but you ca n't be a badge bunny like me without understanding social station insignia. There were at least two sets of police sergeant'chevron in the room with us, not counting greyback himself, and one set of lieutenant 's stripe. And those were just the single I 'd seen for indisputable. I had a tactile sensation that there might be one or two guy rope who had so far been spending all their time behind me, back where I could n't get even a glimpse of them, so who knew what those two might bear on their dog collar ! If they were really there at all, that was. If so, then they 'd moved off to the wrong side when I 'd started to twist around, so I still could n't get a soundly flavour at them without drawing attending to what I was doing, which I was n't about to do. I took another flavor at the female sergeant, and suddenly I understood exactly what I was going to have to do if was going to keep my boy out of trouble.

"I was doing okay, sergeant ... until you interrupted us."I kept my voice meek, with just the slightest touch of vexation seeping in. Could n't hazard overdoing it.

"You mean ... you 're here voluntarily ?"she asked, as if she could n't quite bring herself to believe it.

"well, of course I am !"I said, laughing like I could n't quite consider her lack of notion."What, did you call back these male child kidnapped me, or something ?"I shook my head."Christ, I had to beg for them to fit in to do me here in the precinct ! That was part of the fancy, you know !"

"Oh, uh ..."The redhead mumbled, clearly unsure what to do next. It was the unacquainted facial expression that was doing it to her, I knew. If I 'd acted stymy, or ashamed, it all would get fallen apart. I took a deep intimation ; it was time.

"You know ..."I said, tilting my principal like I 'd just realized something I 'd never considered before."I 've only ever had cop-cock, before now. But I take my badge bunny rabbit duties seriously ! I 'm happy to try some cop-cunt, if you want to take off your pants and hop up on my bench here in front of me ..."

"What ? No, I ... No !"she said, suddenly blushing a abstruse, mystifying red.

"Are you sure ?"I asked, keeping my face blank and innocent."Because really, I do n't mind ! You deserve some backup man just as much as the boys do ! And they 'll be happy to let you skim the queue, since they 're all off duty, and you have to get back to work soon. They 'll even go wait in the hall, if you want. They would n't like that ... I 'm certainly they 'd all much rather learn me eating you out ! But they 'll understand if you 'd rather they not see you without your pants on."

"No, I ..."She said, vigorously shaking her head, backing away."You all just ... you all just make maledict sure you get her out of here before switching alteration, okeh ? And clean up after yourselves, too !"

"Yes, sergeant-at-law, we will. We promise."I said for us all, obediently and seriously nodding my head, with accompanying murmurs of agreement coming from all around me.

And then, she was gone.

It took a few moments for the guys to really believe they 'd just engender away with it, then they were touching me, thanking me, congratulating me ... even leaning down and kissing me ! I was storm ... but grateful for the way it had turned out. I 'd been totally prepared to eat her out, if that was the price for keeping my male child out of trouble ... but I had n't really wanted to ! Not that I 'm oppose, exactly ... it 's just that pussy does n't really do anything for me, not the way hammer does ! I 've never even touched one before, early than my own ; I 'd certainly never eaten one ! I would have, without the to the lowest degree bit of complaint, if that 's what I 'd needed to do ... Like I 'd narrate her ; she was a cop, too, and she deserved every bit of attention the boys did, if she wanted it !

But I was just as beaming she 'd decided she did n't.

I giggled and preened for a bit longer under the son'attention, then just opened my mouth and said 'Ahhh !', reminding them of the sort of thanks I really wanted. They laughed, but it did n't fill long for the two I 'd been in the middle of servicing to reclaim their status. I had to hope greyback and the others were watching the prison term, to create sure we got out of there before break alteration like I 'd promised ; I was having far too a good deal fun to even recall about trying to keep caterpillar tread for myself !

Some while later, I was starting to consider I 'd finally nailed my number down to twelve, but I still was n't a c pct sure. I 'd completely lost track of the number of metre they had made me cum, but I estimated it at somewhere north of thirty, an norm of a little More than two and a half per guy. I 'd been slower than my common to start, a bit overpower by mentation of what I was facing I think, but once the male child got me going I sped compensate up and never slowed down. Anyway, I 'd just taken greyback 's warhead in my pussy, my twelfth of the night. I still had another one in my mouth at the time, and could n't wrench back to see him, but I 'd have intercourse that peter anywhere. I knew I 'd seen twelve cocks, I could name each one in loving point. I 'd seen one of my previously theoretical mystery-men, too, another police lieutenant, only this one with shaggy hair, a goatee, and a cock every last bit as telling as Johnny 's. The lax grooming criterion meant he was individual special, maybe working undercover, or in the ring taskforce, something like that. I was n't surprised he 'd been hiding out behind me for so long ; a job like that, staying out of sight when possible would stimulate become secondly nature to him a recollective meter ago. He 'd prompted me to gain my only maneuver petition of the evening. He 'd been balls deep inside me, my eighth of the nighttime, slamming my cunt for everything I was deserving. His cock was so big, and nice ... I simply had to find what it was like to have Rebel in my mouth at the same time !

The guy I 'd been sucking at the metre had graciously stepped back to wait his turn at my request, without a lead of complaint at the interrupted blowjob. I think the guys were all nearly as excited as I was to view me taking two such monolithic cocks at the Saame time. I was seriously tempted to ask them to take out my tail, and to let them double-penetrate my ass and pussy instead ... but I knew I could n't do that. It would n't be honest to commit some of the boys my ass, if I was n't going to provide it to all of them. Still, it was heaven, the two vast, thick cocks going at me from both ends. The mystery-guy in my kitty, especially, was bouncing me vigorously back and forth between them with the force and deepness of his fucking, my full, leaden tits slapping loudly against each other under my chest. I 'm actual proud of how firm my tit are, especially given their size and the fact that I 'm a hundred per centum lifelike ... but not even the firmest, fakest 1 you 've ever seen could have stood up to the pound I was getting without bouncing around like crazy ! The boys finished within just a match of arcsecond of each other, and it was resplendent feeling them occupy my rima oris and kitty with big, hot loads of their cum. That was the first sentence I 'd actually seen my wonder-cock deputy, when he came around in front of me to take me lick his cock clean for him, before he tucked it back into his pants and the guy Johnny had temporarily displaced moved in again and stuck his cock back into my mouth.

But I digress ! As I was saying, I 'd just finished being mounted by my twelfth of the night, Johnny, and was really starting to consider that was the hold up of them, and that they 'd be onto their 2d round if they wanted to keep going. ( Which I desperately hoped they would ! ) But then, suddenly, it became absolutely exculpate that my second mystery-man was real after all. He was behind me, and he was enormous ! Bigger by far than even Rebel or my undercover lieutenant, easily bigger than any guy I 'd ever been with, maybe bigger than any guy I 'd ever even seen, judging from the way he felt ! Thank God he 'd waited for last, when I was as stretched out and prepared as I was going to get ! I started gasping and moaning onto the prick in my mouth, hardly able to conceive the size of what was slowly being shoved up inside of my tight, tiny little cunt ! He eventually bottomed out, and he must have been eleven column inch at least, and thick, thicker than a baseball bat for sure ! I could feel him leaning forward over my back, reaching down, taking hold of my tits. He squeezed, grueling, almost too tough, but just on the right side of it, keeping it enjoyable. And then he used my boob like handgrip as he started fucking me, slack and gentle at low, but faster and harder, his big, large orb slapping roughly against my clit as he became convinced I could take it. I was n't convinced, not yet ... but he knew what he was doing. It felt incredible, easily the best fucking I 'd ever had, and I 've had some rattling ones, believe me !

The guy in my mouth finished ( Also my twelfth of the dark, I 'd nearly caught up to what I 'd been doing with my puss ! ), and for once nobody replaced him, not even Johnny to get his tool cleaned after fucking me. They were all too impressed, or intimidated, or just plain in awe of the shag I was getting. I was good with that. A fucking like that, a fille needs to be able to scream a petty ! Especially when he made me cum, which he did, repeatedly. I guess I could let twisted around and looked at him, since I no longer had a tool in my oral fissure ... but I did n't. I was having too much fun being used anonymously, and I wanted to preserve the mystery until after he was done with me. He lasted longer than any of the other guys, too, and when he finally came I thought his turncock was going to tear its way straight out of my belly, he was thrusting into me so hard ! I could feel him pulsing as he filled me with wafture after waving of his cum, squishing deep up inside of me ! He stayed in me a long sentence, fondling me softly, caressing me from tits to ass and back again, silently calming and comforting me after the ordeal his pecker had put me through. He finally pulled out, moving around and coming to his knee joint beside me, leaning down to softly osculate my cheek.

"Give me a yell, baby young lady. You and I should start doing this more often !"He whispered right into my ear, so quietly that I knew no one else possibly could have heard him, fondling my tit and my ass as he said it. I froze. Not because of the password, but because of the voice. I turned slowly, seeing the center, the face, that I knew so well. Captain Robert. Captain Dashaun Roberts. My uncle Dashaun, my dad 's old partner. The man who 'd been like an uncle to me since before I could even remember. The man who 'd let me cry all over his beneficial uniform at dada 's funeral, the man who had probably watched papa changing my nappy when he came over to the house, for Christ 's saki ! The man who 'd just fucked my well-used pussycat better than I 'd ever been fucked before in my entire life, and who had just sent an absolute torrent of his hot, sticky cum gushing up into my womb !

Johnny did n't know about 'Uncle Dashaun'. He only knew Captain Robert. And he 'd been trying to find guys I 'd relish, so if he 'd pick up rumors about what he was packing then of track he 'd take made the cause to ask round him for me ! There was no way in hell he could sustain resisted the estimate of watching me take on that downright monster of a cock ! Johnny 'd just had no theme he 'd be offering me up to bear sex with the man who was basically my uncle ! But Uncle Dashaun knew ! Johnny had nudie-pics of me on his phone, and I 'd told him to use them to entice the guys he was going to ask to participate. So Uncle Dashaun had known it was me he was signing up to experience sex with, not just some random piece of ass. He 'd seen my delineation, and had learned that his unofficial niece was a notorious badge bunny rabbit who 'd been fucking her way from precinct to precinct the net four years running, ever since I 'd turned eighteen. And his reaction had n't been one of shock, or revulsion ... no, instead he 'd decided that he wanted to try out my tight short pussy for himself ! And now he had. He 'd fucking impale me on that enormous cock of his ! Fucked me so hard I 'd been half win over he was going to kill me with it ! And after he came in me, after he 'd filled me near to bursting with his hot, creamy seed, and he 'd finally let me see who he was ... he 'd recite me he wanted to do it again ! More often, he 'd said, like he wanted it to become a fixture thing !

We were done, after that. I do n't blame the guy in the slender. Who would desire to follow a carrying out like that ? true statement was, I was pretty done too, just flat-out exhausted from what they 'd all done to me, especially Uncle Dashaun. greyback released my range, not from my collar, but from whatever they 'd been attached to under the bench, letting them dangle free down over my tits. I was shivering as Inferno, but the guy wire were supporting me, kissing my cheeks, getting in a terminal little fondle as they thanked me and told me how howling I 'd been. I was reading their tags, finally associating names with the hammer I 'd been enjoying so much. And I got my hands on those cocks for the first metre all night, making for sure that everyone got a grateful apoplexy and a squeeze play while I told them all, as a grouping and individually, how much I 'd enjoyed what they 'd done to me. I wanted to make sure that nobody could find left out or unappreciated, which could have been crafty, but I was helped by the fact that I did n't make to lie. They 'd all been wonderful to me, and I was sincerely grateful to them for helping me fill my biggest fantasy.

I tried my best to give them each at to the lowest degree a few moments of my undivided attention, one after another, smiling warmly and looking them in their center while fondling their rooster and balls. I made a head of thanking them each for all the little details I 'd noticed, the way one had squeezed my ass with just the rightfield press, the attention another had paid to my nipples at just the correct here and now to make me cum really gruelling, the way a tierce had lovingly stroked my cheeks while he 'd been fucking my mouth. Each of them had done something, usually more than one thing, deserving of recognition. I wanted them to feel extra, each in their own way, because they were peculiar to me. In my experience, guys do n't much like the thought of sticking their tool into hollow wax of early guys'cum. But these cat had overcome that dislike, for me, because they knew that, specifically, had been a big part of my fantasy. So I wanted them each to make out how a good deal I appreciated them, and their willingness to go along with what I wanted. Plus ... they 'd all been really good fucks ! Some a bit better than others, sure, and obviously Uncle Dashaun was in a league all of his own. But none of them had been the least bit disappointing. I had to question how Johnny had arranged to only bid cops with above-average tool for me to savour. Had he created some sorting of a questionnaire, or something ? Camped out in the showers looking for the 1 he thought I 'd like ? Maybe talked to a bunch of other badge bunnies and asked who their dearie were ? Whatever he 'd done, he 'd sure as sin found some lovely peter for me to sleep with !

There were 13 of them, including greyback and my uncle Dashaun. Which by my count meant that everybody had gotten a turn in my slit, and everybody but uncle Dashaun had also gotten a routine in my mouth. All the spear carrier loads I 'd swallowed, from their masturbation, had been a yummy, creamy bonus, but I was n't really counting those, since I had n't been the one doing the study to pull in them. The of import thing to me was that I 'd gain my destination of making each of them cum at least twice, once with my cunt and once with my mouth ... except for Uncle Dashaun, of course, but that was n't my fault. He 'd obviously been distressed how I might react, if I 'd seen that he was there, so he 'd never taken a turn in my mouth. He 'd stayed out of sight, waiting, knowing that with a cock like his he needed to go last. And then he 'd have it off me absolutely senseless without ever letting me know it was him, until after he 'd finished filling me with his cum and it was too late for me to even think about saying 'no'.

Johnny and my big-cocked mystery-lieutenant, who I could now identify as Lieutenant Samuelson, undo my handcuffs, then stripped the rest of the way naked themselves and carried me into the shower to scavenge me up. I 'd say 'to help oneself me make clean up', but honestly, I was so out of it by that stage that they had to do it all on their own, taking off my dog collar, pulling out my plug, undoing my pigtails and taking off my masquerade party. It had only been important for holding up my ears, anyways ; not like I was worried about hiding my identity operator from any of these boys ! They were pacify and sweet, one of them holding me up while the other washed me, softly fingering me to cajole my pussy into squeezing out as a good deal cum as I could. I regretted that, but I knew it was requisite so I would n't leak all over the place and make myself dirty again the moment I took a step ; I was a very cummy picayune bunny girl ! My eyes were closed, a huge, satiated smile on my fount, and I was n't even sure which of them was doing what. The residue of the guys got themselves sorted out and dressed ( not as easy as it sounds, with the way their uniforms had ended up strewn all over the place ), and took concern of things in the locker room, taking my judiciary back to wherever they 'd gotten it from and giving the orbit a quick cleaning before taking off. Uncle Dashaun was already gone ; a captain 's prerogative to avoid cleanup duty, I guess. Either that, or maybe he was afraid I might slip up and accidentally bid him Uncle in front of the others, if he stuck around.

Dan, my mystery-lieutenant introduced himself as, Lieutenant Dan Samuelson, after he and Reb had gotten dressed themselves. They bundled me back into my jacket before Johnny swept me up into his arms, carrying me out the dorsum door. He was taking me back to his place to log Z's for about a workweek, and Dan was coming as far as the room access to carry my stuff ; I was still far too floppy to be of any help, so Johnny needed both his arms just for me. Any other night, I 'd have asked Reb if Dan could join us so the two of them could DP me with those big, thick cocks of theirs ... but I was too exhausted to even conceive it right then.

I collapsed heavily into Johnny 's bed, grateful I 'd had the prevision to set up ahead of meter for a stand-in for my class the next day. He got undressed and climbed in after me, kissing me, deeply and passionately and lovingly, and cuddling me as I turned over onto my presence and melted into the sheets.

"Thank you, greyback !"I murmured sleepily, eyes closed with exhaustion."Tonight was amazing ! Even better than I dreamed !"

"You 're welcome, gorgeous."he murmured back, moving my hair off to the side and kissing me between my shoulder blades, his helping hand stroking down to my depressed back.

"I want to say thank you properly ..."I continued, breaking off in a giggle."But I do n't think I can move ! You can have my ass though, if you want ... as long as you 're okay with me just laying here, while you do it !"

"Do n't take care if I do !"he chuckled, as I 'd known he would, his paw sliding low-spirited. He could never stand my ass. Which was a very good affair indeed, because even as exhausted as I was, having my bunny rabbit tail butt plug in there all evening had left me craving an ass fucking ! And consecutive anal, unlike a DP, meant I could just lay there and consume it. Johnny rumbled around in his nightstand a little, and I knew he was searching for where we 'd left my favorite lube. I should buy bloodline in that lubricating substance party, I 've bought so much of it and left it in nightstands around the city ! Then he was on top of me, knees on either side of my rose hip, and I was feeling the cool, slippery sense impression of his finger as he prepped me for his cock.

Johnny knows my consistence well. So well, I knew I could rely him to take care of everything, leaving my nous to wander as he worked his way slowly into my ass, all the way inside, then gently started increasing his step. I prefer anal retentive when it 's nice and unvoiced and trench, but greyback knew I needed some build up, first, before he could really lead off giving it to me the way I like most. I was hardly even paying attention, already dreaming of the adjacent time I could see Uncle Dashaun. No admiration he 'd never get down married ! There ca n't be many cleaning woman out there who would be prepared to deal with a monstrosity like his every night ! But I could, I knew I could ! In fact, with a rooster like that at my beck and Call ... maybe being a one-man sort of a womanhood was n't entirely out of the realm of possibility for me, after all !

Or at least ... maybe being mostly a one-man kind of adult female, until the next metre that Uncle Dashaun felt like he wanted to plowshare ! I could just opine him using me as an extra-special payoff whenever the son under his command did something especially proficient ... I trembled with promise pleasure, a Brobdingnagian, vulturine smile on my lips. Yeah ... definitely something I would have got to evoke ! I 'd already decided that I was going to skitter giving him a vociferation like he 'd asked, and just be waiting outside his situation when he got off chemise, in my bunny turnout again under my sexy leather coat. I still owed him a snow job ... and I was dying to see if he tasted as safe as he felt ! And after I was done, well ... we 'd just see where it went, after that. I 'd still have a good 12 hours left on my birthday by the time I woke up ... and I was sure I could convince him to facilitate me 'celebrate'! Which meant I 'd receive to commend to call my substitute, and ask her if she 'd be willing to stay and solve for me an extra day or two. I was confident that I 'd be able to adjust, eventually ... but after what I was going to beg Uncle Dashaun to do to me, I doubted I 'd be walking very well for the succeeding distich of days ! Certainly not well enough to ride herd on a rambunctious bunch of seven twelvemonth olds ! The thought of what I 'd soon be doing again instead of chasing after those tike had me to a greater extent than a slight skittish, I 'll hold ... but in a good way ! I could hardly expect for Uncle Dashaun to make up me his plaything again ! And again ... and again !

I sighed happily, sight of my uncle 's enormous black rooster dancing through my thinker as Johnny gripped my articulatio coxae, pounding my ass with his own impressive tool. I came when he did, the feeling of his hot, wet mettle gushing up inside of me pushing me over the bound along with him. He went to go backwash, considerately coming back to bed with a wet cloth so he could take maintenance of me, too, since I was still in no condition to make a motion on my own. He lay down on his back and helped me nuzzle close, my headway on his chest, my leg draped over his. It was my favorite way to fall asleep, as he knew, and the everlasting way to end the thoroughgoing night. My complete badge bunny birthday !