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A young woman lives out her fantasy at the local police precinct. Comments are always more than welcome. Please enjoy!
People say horrible things about badge bunnies. Well... not guys, really, not as a general rule. And certainly not cops... or at least not male cops. It's women who do it. And not even the worst, most woman-hating guys are ever as mean, as downright and unreservedly vicious and cruel, as women are to other women. You would not believe the things that other women have said to me. Things that a guy wouldn't whisper behind the back of his worst enemy, a woman will just come right up and say them straight to my face. Provided there aren't any guys around to hear her, that is. Because that's the trick of it. Women who hate women have to pretend to be all sweet and innocent, if there's a guy around. They have to protect their image. Because they know men talk, and they are terrified of developing a reputation as the sort of hateful, malignant bitches they truly are. They won't admit it, not even to themselves. But they know, deep down in their cold, shriveled hearts, that no man would ever want 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 moral outrage they're feeling, rather than simple jealousy. And it's only when there aren't any men around to hear that they reveal who they really are.

It still hurts. Even if they don't say anything to me outright, seeing the looks, watching them whisper to each other, not even bothering to hide what they're doing... it hurts. I remember when I was just a little girl, hiding out on the stairs of our house, hearing my mom in the living room talking with her friends about female solidarity, and how all women were sisters. It hurt like hell, learning that was all a lie. I try not to let it bother me, and I'm getting better at that, with time. It was hardest when I was younger, coming to grips with the desires I'd had for as long as I could remember, 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 isn't easy, feeling those hateful stares... but it's worth it, at least to me.

It doesn't take a genius to figure out where my little obsession originated. Daddy had been a cop. Some of my earliest memories are of sitting on my little Barbie car, pushing myself up and down the linoleum by the front door, waiting for Daddy to come home off shift and sweep me up into his arms, twirling me around and giving me kisses, making me squeal. The car had been bright pink, of course, but it was absolutely covered in the police stickers Daddy had helped me put on, the kind they give out to elementary school kids when the cops come into school for safety presentations. I've seen them give out the exact same stickers to my own kids, nearly two decades later. Well, not my kids, obviously; the ones 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 can'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 okay cop, I think... but I'm an excellent teacher. Plus... the older I got, the more I realized it wasn'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 shoes and medals. I cried, and Daddy's partner, uncle Dashaun, picked me up and held me tight, rubbing my back and kissing 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 first 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 brother, and that in fact every cop had been Daddy's brother, and that even though Daddy 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 fight once, because of uncle Dashaun. I just remembered that, thinking of him. It was the only fight I ever got in at school, maybe a year before Daddy died. The teacher had asked us all to draw a picture of our family, and I'd included uncle Dashaun, he and Daddy in their uniforms next to Mom and me. But when I stood in front of the class to talk about my drawing, Billy Stevens told me uncle Dashaun couldn't be my uncle, because I was white and uncle Dashaun was black. And I said 'We're blue, you jerk!', and I ran over and punched him right in the nose. I was mad. Mom was not impressed. Daddy didn't say anything, he left it to Mom. But after she was out of the room, he got down on his knees and gave me a big hug and a kiss in my hair. He still didn't say anything, but I knew it was going to be okay, that he wasn't mad. And Billy Stevens never bugged me again.

So like I said, it doesn't take a genius to understand me. My preferences were set early, and they were locked in hard long before I was even old enough to do anything about them. Not that my age ever stopped me from trying, mind you. But one thing about cops, they know the law, and they're not real shy about asking to see your ID if they think you might be too young when you try hitting on them. And they know how to spot a fake ID, too, unfortunately; I got several taken away like that. I got in a few good makeout sessions while I was sixteen and seventeen, sneaking into the bars around the academy and waiting for the boys to come 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 don't have to worry about that anymore, thank God. I was feeling confident and sexy, striding purposefully across the pavement towards the precinct house at two a.m. on my twenty-second birthday, looking forward to receiving the second half of my present.

It was Johnny who arranged it all for me. Or Sergeant 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 regular boyfriends. I always have at least a handful going at any one time, but Johnny's for sure one of my favorites. Some of the younger ones can get a little hung up sometimes, wanting me to be exclusive and give up my other boys for them, thinking that they could take me away from it all and have me be a good little housewife for them. I tell them I'm not interested, give them a chance to let it drop, but I don't keep them around long if they keep talking like that. Johnny suggested the same, but only once, and never again after I told him that kind of relationship wasn't for me, at least not in the foreseeable future. He knows what we have, and what we don't, and he's okay with it. He's pretty kinky, too, introducing me to some bondage and stuff that I wouldn't have had the courage to try without him. Which is why I knew I could trust 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 stops tonight making it come true for me.

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

“You lost, little girl?” he asked with a grin, stepping out into the light, that growly voice of his confirming his identity before I'd even seen his face. He looked so big and powerful in his uniform, an inch taller than me even in my heels.

“Yes, officer. Will you help me find my Daddy?” I grinned back, my voice 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 suggest that maybe he could be my Daddy... 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 grin growing progressively more wicked as he looked me up and down, reaching out to run a finger up and down the fastenings of my jacket. It was a gorgeous leather thing, blacker than night. I'd gotten it off the rack, but I was tall and skinny enough (five-eight and only a hundred and thirteen pounds, with a lot of that in my full, firm, natural D-cup tits), that it fit like I'd had it made custom. “Why don't you let me take a good look at you, first?”

“Here?” I gasped.

“Here.” he confirmed with a serious nod. I started slowly moving my hands, swallowing nervously. This had not been part of the plan. We'd played around with exhibitionism a little bit; his apartment had huge, floor-to-ceiling windows off the kitchen and dining room, and he loved fucking me pressed up against the glass where anybody could look in and see. His place was only a block away, too, and you could see those windows from the second and third floors of the precinct, which had always given me an extra thrill. But even so, that was a far cry from what he was suggesting now... Still, I kept slowly unfastening my jacket, then opened it, letting him see what was underneath. He stared hungrily, licking his lips. I thought for a moment that might be enough, but then he looked up into my eyes, and I knew he wanted me to continue. 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 gotten for me. Johnny works days, 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 little nap, so I'd be ready for the main event later, while he went to take care of some last minute details. It had been a complete surprise to find the huge blue box filled with tissue paper waiting next to me in his bed when his alarm had woken me, along with his note telling me exactly what he wanted me to do.

Johnny was drinking me in with his eyes. It was an expression I'd seen on his face plenty of times, but it never failed to send my nipples and clit perking up in anticipation. That night was no exception, the cool air adding to the effect even more. I was freshly shaved, just like his note had said, not that I wouldn't have 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 had been the most expensive part of his gift; too much, really, even given how much I knew he loved seeing me in sexy, strappy heels just like these. They were a deep, policeman's blue, which was just perfect, and I bet he'd had to look for hours online to find them! Next in the box I'd found the collar, a matching blue, with the words 'Badge Bunny' on it in bright silvery letters. It had a tiny little replica of a policeman's badge, too! Right in the center of my throat between the two words. And on the outside of the words, two sets of little steel handcuffs, one bracelet firmly attached, the other danging down about an inch. They were functional, too... not as actual handcuffs, of course, they were too small to contain a mechanism to open and close them. But they were obviously meant as attachment points for bondage games... which I was very much looking forward to getting to play, whether that would be happening tonight, or just something Johnny and I would do later.

Digging a little deeper into that box, I'd found the fluffy bunny-tail butt plug. That's what I could feel him staring at now as I slowly turned around for him, my small, pert white ass perfectly framing the soft blue fur. I'd spent quite some time in Johnny's bathroom before I left, admiring how it looked in the mirror as I teased myself in preparation, so I knew exactly how much he'd be enjoying seeing me wearing it. I gave him a sexy little 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 bottom of the comically-oversized present box, I'd found the last part of his gift; a sexy little blue domino-mask. Or so I'd thought until I finished freeing it from the tissue paper. This one had subtle metal extensions going back to my ears, like the arms on a pair of glasses, designed to be hidden under my hair. And there was a second, vertical band connecting the two ear to ear up over the top of my head, supporting the big, floppy blue bunny ears that I now had sprouting up out of my hair. It had taken some experimentation, but with my long, naturally blonde hair put up into a pair of sexy, messy pigtails, you'd have to look really close now to see how the trick was done.

Johnny stepped closer as I finished my turn, 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 blue eyes through the holes in the mask. He always said he loved my eyes, and I knew from his bathroom mirror just how much all my new blue accessories were really making them pop. I could feel my cheeks 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 needed something special first, 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; precinct parking lot, yuck! But I lowered myself to balance carefully on my new heels, and reached for his crotch.

There are so many reasons Johnny is one of my favorites... but his cock is definitely top of the list! It's almost nine inches long, circumcised, thick, and as straight and hard as a police baton... and I'm the one to know, the number of batons I've had up inside of me! Cops really seem to enjoy doing that, for some reason... and I'd be lying if I said I didn't get off on it, too. Point is, his cock is like a dream come true. Which made it quite a struggle for me to get it out of his uniform trousers, since he was already mostly hard. I managed eventually, though, and quickly went to town on him with my mouth. Hardly special in and of itself, I know... Johnny had enjoyed my mouth, along with all the other parts of me, more times than I could count. But even an unrepentant badge bunny like me had never been quite so brazen as to blow any of my boys right out in the open in the precinct parking lot before. Inside squad cars in the parking lot, yes. Of course. But never out in the open where people could see! And certainly not dressed up for the part the way I was!

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

“Swallow, baby!” he commanded, softly stroking his fingers through my pigtails, and only then did I allow his seed to coat my throat 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 night was through, but glad that Johnny'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 feet and pulling me into a passionate, slightly-salty kiss. Then he opened the big, solid precinct doors, my coat still draped over his arm, guiding me along with his hand on my ass, his index finger brushing against the soft, blue fur of my bunny tail. I took a deep breath, butterflies in my stomach, the echoing clicks of my heels 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 much time in them, too, given that I like sleeping with my boys, and not just fucking them, so I hardly ever spend a night at home. It's not that I have a problem with them sleeping over at my place... 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 little if he knew other guys had been in my place. So, easy solution; none of my boys 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 guide me, of course, but that was because I was enjoying the feeling of being led by his hand on my ass, not because I needed directions. I was a little confused by how empty the place looked. I'd figured the back hallway would be lined with all the excited off-duty cops Johnny had invited, anxiously waiting to get their first look at me, but we didn't encounter a single soul. I was a little disappointed, honestly, strutting my stuff like that for nothing. But I trusted Johnny to know what he was doing. If the path he was taking me through was empty at the moment, there had to be a good reason for it.

We arrived at the men's locker room, which again, was strangely empty. That would be normal for most nights at that time, but the guys Johnny had arranged had to be waiting somewhere, and if it wasn't in the hallways or the locker room I was really starting to wonder where they were. It was actually my first time in that particular locker room, so I looked around curiously. I'd been in a couple of others, in other precincts, but locker rooms were tricky; you never knew when somebody 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 found myself in that exact same situation once myself! Luckily, the guy who'd come in had been amenable to a quick double-teaming (after I'd made him shower, first!), so I didn't get in any trouble.

“I take it that's for me?” I asked, seeing a black padded bench, like the guys use for bench presses and presumably dragged in from their gym, sitting in the middle of the narrow-ish room between the two facing rows of lockers.

“Yep.” He confirmed, guiding me over to give 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 hands 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 little silvery chains with catches on the end. “They're adjustable, but of course you don't have to use them if you don'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 knees would be more comfortable and easier to sustain than hands and knees, as Johnny attached the little chains to my collar and adjusted their length for me. That position 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. Johnny left me a little slack, but not 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 wrists tighter together, and held them up a little. He laughed, taking his cuffs from his belt and fastening them loosely on me, making sure they wouldn't hurt. Real handcuffs are not remotely the same as play handcuffs, and I'd had enough experience with both types to appreciate his consideration.

Johnny bent down for a last kiss, fondling my tits as he did so, then he was off and out of the room, giving my ass a nice, firm smack on his way past, and I could do nothing but wait. He couldn't have been gone long, but it felt like forever until I heard the door opening again and the sound of excited masculine voices. I knew the moment they came far enough around the corner to see me, half of them falling into a hush, the other half talking louder, slapping each other on the shoulders. I couldn't see them yet, I'd positioned myself facing away from the door on purpose, so the first they'd see of me would be my ass and pussy. And I had no idea who they were. I didn't even know how many of them there were! Those had been my two major requests, when I'd told Johnny my fantasy. Other than him, I wanted only guys I'd never had sex with before, and I didn't want to know 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 little black book of conquests so he could make sure to find new ones for me, but he just laughed. I think it might have 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 grade school. That last really put a naughty smile on my face, imagining what my second graders would think if they could have seen what was about to happen to me. The ultimate extreme of where flirtatious hair-pulling could eventually lead!

I was surrounded by blue uniforms; my other, minor request. They could take 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 duty 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 perfect. I always prefer older guys. Not just because I find them so sexy, but because they actually know what they're doing; older guys always make me cum much better than the younger ones who are still fumbling around trying to figure out how everything works.

The only potential issue with older guys is that a lot of them are married. But honestly... that had never really been a problem for me. It wasn't like I was trying to marry them, after all! And the way I saw it, it was their wives' job to keep their men satisfied at home. So if the wives refused to do that job, if they wouldn't give their men the sex they deserved... then they deserved to be cheated on for being such arrogant, frigid bitches! 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 wives couldn't even be bothered to spread their legs for them when they got home! So... I didn't seek out married men, but I certainly never turned them away just because they had a ring on their finger! If any of these guys was married... then I was just happy to be giving them something their wives were no longer giving them at home!

And chances were, at least a few of these guys would have kids. Maybe daughters. Maybe young ones, just starting puberty, small 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 house and harmlessly practicing their flirting on their daddies. Maybe daughters my age, women now, picking up men in bars and doing all sorts of dirty, naughty things that their daddies could only dream about! I didn't know, because Johnny had been in charge of picking them all; I didn't even know their names, much less their family situations. But the idea that they were about to use my willing young cunt as a stand-in for their daughters' tight little pussies, the ones they couldn't keep themselves from fantasizing about but could never have for real, 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 more!

Needless to say, married or not, fathers or not, the boys were happy, 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 parts. It was a thrill, let me tell 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 cock out yet, and I was already dripping from all the attention they were giving me!

That couldn't last forever, and nor would I have wanted it to. The first to take the initiative was a white guy with dark 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 look at him, he was actually really hot! I tried to read his name plate, 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 care anymore what his name was! I sucked him into my mouth, quickly getting him the rest of the way hard. He wasn't as big as Johnny, but that was hardly a surprise, not many guys are. I estimated him at maybe six and a half inches, but it was hard to know without him pulling far enough away for me to get a good look now that he'd finished growing, and having to guess based only on the feel of him in my mouth.

Things were happening behind me, too. Mostly hands, at first. And then the unmistakable feeling of a tongue, briefly. The tongue was quickly replaced with a cock, the same guy I thought, but I couldn't be sure. There were so many guys standing around me, touching me, I still wasn't sure how many there were. At least ten, for sure, more than my private guess of how many Johnny would have found for me; I'd been expecting six, maybe as many as eight. Not that I was disappointed! I'd made the choice to trust Johnny with the details, and I was happy I had! But this... it could be as many as twenty, for all I knew! But I didn't think so, I think I'd have been able to tell if there were that many guys in the room with me. And knowing how Johnny likes round numbers, I figured that if I could tell 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 have counted himself in that number or not. So really, it could be ten, eleven, twelve, or thirteen. 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 couldn't see.

I could keep track, as long as they all took at least one turn using my mouth. You know how some people have an almost photographic memory for faces? I have that for cocks. I'm a connoisseur of cop-cocks! But that plan would only work if each of them came around to my mouth, where I could see them properly. I could tell some things with my pussy... The guy using me right then, for instance, was maybe seven inches long, slightly thinner than the guy I was currently sucking on, and he had a slight but noticeable curve to his left. It was a nice cock, and he was using it well, supplementing his fucking with a nice, firm grip, one hand on my hip, the other reaching up to squeeze my tit. But without seeing it with my eyes, I couldn't tell the difference between that one, any other cock 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 able to tell me exactly who had used which hole, how many times, and the order 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 morning after we were all done and recovered, so I could keep my little black book accurate and up to date. What I was doing was just a pride thing, for me; I wanted to see if I could figure out the number for myself, without having to ask, and I wouldn't be able to do that if I didn't see all their cocks. 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 good thing that Johnny had bought me my bunny tail, I suddenly realized! I actually really like anal. Like, a lot! But I wasn'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 guys at once! Much better to keep it to just my mouth and pussy, with the extra tightness caused by the butt plug serving as an apology for not giving them my ass, too!

It was getting harder to think coherently, as the constant fucking and fondling brought me closer to the first of what I knew would be many orgasms. I've always been easy to cum, and there was no doubt in my mind that I was in for a marathon, with this much delicious 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 last thing I wanted was to accidentally bite somebody's cock because the guy fucking me made me cum too hard!

I came first, but only a matter of seconds before the guy in my mouth 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 games I routinely play for Johnny, like I did for him out in the parking lot. I was being submissive enough for these guys already, and with guys I'd never been with before I didn't want to accidentally miss out on swallowing just because one of them pulled out before I was expecting him to, making me dribble his load down my chin instead!

Mouth-guy pulled out, and was quickly replaced. New guy was black, and already hard from the moment I saw him. He was a little thicker than the last one, but only a little over six inches long, and curved slightly upwards near his head. He'd be really good in missionary, I knew, but not as good 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 guys, these cops, were making my biggest, naughtiest dream come true! I wanted to give 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 force me forward onto the cock in front, making me gag a little from the surprise of it. Pussy-guy held himself inside for a few more moments, caressing my ass, then gave me a nice, hard smack on my ass and a follow-up squeeze. I yelped in surprise, muffled by the cock in my mouth, then moaned, wiggling back onto him, showing him how happy his appreciation made me. That guy pulled out and was quickly replaced; a thicker, shorter cock 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 place 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 taste of myself on his cock as he slowly pulled away and let the other guy reclaim his place. And it would only be getting better, I knew! My cum-filled little cunny meant the guys would be getting messier and messier as the night went on, every time a new one came around for me to clean his cock for him after busting the latest load inside of me. I'd trusted Johnny to tell 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 problem with sloppy seconds, or thirds, or however-manyths. I knew he'd been thorough with the tests; simple self-interest guaranteed that. And judging from the speed at which I'd been refilled, he'd been equally effective with the second task as well.

I was in cop-cock paradise. I won't say they began to blur together, because they didn't. I was fully engaged at every moment, and knew exactly what was happening to me, even if I didn't always know exactly who was doing what. I did, however, completely lose all sense of time. I knew that I'd made seven guys cum with my pussy, but only six with my mouth. That wasn't counting the ones who'd been masturbating to the sight of me while waiting their turns, and who had just tagged in briefly to feed me an extra 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 weren't just trying to feed my ego. But I'd never been in a position to know how good before, one hole compared to the other. I was wondering if the discrepancy was just because I kept taking time 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 indicative of my skill. I was pondering, and trying to make a special effort for the Latino guy currently in my mouth (not Johnny, this one's cock was almost two inches smaller, though still above average), when I suddenly heard a new, angry, and female voice.

“What the fuck is going on in here!” she bellowed, and suddenly I was empty on both ends, the first time in I didn't even know how long. I twisted around, as much as I could with the chains on my collar, to see a pissed off redhead with sergeant's stripes staring from eye to eye to eye, as my boys covered their junk with their hands, or tried to tuck themselves back into their pants if they were still wearing any.

“Hello, Sergeant.” I said meekly. My mind was running a million miles 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 poor thank-you indeed if I let anything happen to them as a result!

“Nobody moves!” The redhead bellowed. Then she took a hesitant step forward, her voice 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 thirty, thirty-two. And she had balls, there was no doubting that! I may not have known any of the guys Johnny had invited for me before that night, but you can't be a badge bunny like me without understanding rank insignia. There were at least two sets of sergeants' stripes in the room with us, not counting Johnny himself, and one set of lieutenant's bars. And those were just the ones I'd seen for sure. I had a feeling that there might be one or two guys who had so far been spending all their time behind me, back where I couldn't get even a glimpse of them, so who knew what those two might have on their collars! 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 couldn't get a good look at them without drawing attention to what I was doing, which I wasn't about to do. I took another look at the female sergeant, and suddenly I understood exactly what I was going to have to do if was going to keep my boys out of trouble.

“I was doing okay, Sergeant... until you interrupted us.” I kept my voice meek, with just the slightest touch of annoyance seeping in. Couldn't risk overdoing it.

“You mean... you're here voluntarily?” she asked, as if she couldn't quite bring herself to believe it.

“Well, of course I am!” I said, laughing like I couldn't quite believe her lack of belief. “What, did you think these boys kidnapped me, or something?” I shook my head. “Christ, I had to beg for them to agree to do me here in the precinct! That was part of the fantasy, you know!”

“Oh, uh...” The redhead mumbled, clearly unsure what to do next. It was the innocent expression that was doing it to her, I knew. If I'd acted embarrassed, or ashamed, it all would have fallen apart. I took a deep breath; it was time.

“You know...” I said, tilting my head 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 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 deep, deep red.

“Are you sure?” I asked, keeping my face blank and innocent. “Because really, I don't mind! You deserve some relief just as much as the boys do! And they'll be happy to let you skip the queue, since they're all off duty, and you have to get back to work soon. They'll even go wait in the hallway, if you want. They wouldn't like that... I'm sure they'd all much rather watch 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 damned sure you get her out of here before shift change, okay? And clean up after yourselves, too!”

“Yes, Sergeant, 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 gotten away with it, then they were touching me, thanking me, congratulating me... even leaning down and kissing me! I was surprised... 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 boys out of trouble... but I hadn't really wanted to! Not that I'm opposed, exactly... it's just that pussy doesn't really do anything for me, not the way cock does! I've never even touched one before, other than my own; I'd certainly never eaten one! I would have, without the least bit of complaint, if that's what I'd needed to do... Like I'd told 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 glad she'd decided she didn't.

I giggled and preened for a bit longer under the boys' attention, then just opened my mouth and said 'Ahhh!', reminding them of the kind of thanks I really wanted. They laughed, but it didn't take long for the two I'd been in the middle of servicing to reclaim their positions. I had to hope Johnny and the others were watching the time, to make sure we got out of there before shift change like I'd promised; I was having far too much fun to even think about trying to keep track for myself!

Some while later, I was starting to think I'd finally nailed my number down to twelve, but I still wasn't a hundred percent sure. I'd completely lost track of the number of times they had made me cum, but I estimated it at somewhere north of thirty, an average of a little more than two and a half per guy. I'd been slower than my usual to start, a bit overwhelmed by thoughts of what I was facing I think, but once the boys got me going I sped right up and never slowed down. Anyway, I'd just taken Johnny's load in my pussy, my twelfth of the night. I still had another one in my mouth at the time, and couldn't turn back to see him, but I'd know that cock anywhere. I knew I'd seen twelve cocks, I could describe each one in loving detail. I'd seen one of my previously theoretical mystery-men, too, another lieutenant, only this one with shaggy hair, a goatee, and a cock every last bit as impressive as Johnny's. The lax grooming standards meant he was somebody special, maybe working undercover, or in the gangs taskforce, something like that. I wasn't surprised he'd been hiding out behind me for so long; a job like that, staying out of sight when possible would have become second nature to him a long time ago. He'd prompted me to make my only direct request of the evening. He'd been balls deep inside me, my eighth of the night, slamming my cunt for everything I was worth. His cock was so big, and nice... I simply had to feel what it was like to have Johnny in my mouth at the same time!

The guy I'd been sucking at the time had graciously stepped back to wait his turn at my request, without a hint of complaint at the interrupted blowjob. I think the guys were all nearly as excited as I was to watch me taking two such massive cocks at the same 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 couldn't do that. It wouldn't be fair to give some of the boys my ass, if I wasn't going to offer it to all of them. Still, it was heaven, the two huge, thick cocks going at me from both ends. The mystery-guy in my pussy, especially, was bouncing me vigorously back and forth between them with the force and depth of his fucking, my full, heavy tits slapping loudly against each other under my chest. I'm real proud of how firm my tits are, especially given their size and the fact that I'm a hundred percent natural... but not even the firmest, fakest ones you've ever seen could have stood up to the pounding I was getting without bouncing around like crazy! The boys finished within just a couple of seconds of each other, and it was glorious feeling them fill my mouth and pussy with big, hot loads of their cum. That was the first time I'd actually seen my wonder-cock lieutenant, when he came around in front of me to have 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 think that was the last of them, and that they'd be onto their second turns if they wanted to keep going. (Which I desperately hoped they would!) But then, suddenly, it became absolutely clear that my second mystery-man was real after all. He was behind me, and he was enormous! Bigger by far than even Johnny 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 cock in my mouth, hardly able to believe 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 inches 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, hard, almost too hard, but just on the right side of it, keeping it pleasurable. And then he used my tits like handles as he started fucking me, slow and gentle at first, but faster and harder, his big, heavy balls slapping roughly against my clit as he became convinced I could take it. I wasn'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 wonderful ones, believe me!

The guy in my mouth finished (Also my twelfth of the night, I'd nearly caught up to what I'd been doing with my pussy!), and for once nobody replaced him, not even Johnny to get his cock cleaned after fucking me. They were all too impressed, or intimidated, or just plain in awe of the fucking I was getting. I was good with that. A fucking like that, a girl needs to be able to scream a little! Especially when he made me cum, which he did, repeatedly. I guess I could have twisted around and looked at him, since I no longer had a cock in my mouth... but I didn'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 cock 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 wave after wave of his cum, squishing deep up inside of me! He stayed in me a long time, fondling me softly, caressing me from tits to ass and back again, silently calming and comforting me after the ordeal his cock had put me through. He finally pulled out, moving around and coming to his knees beside me, leaning down to softly kiss my cheek.

“Give me a call, baby girl. 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 words, but because of the voice. I turned slowly, seeing the eyes, the face, that I knew so well. Captain Roberts. 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 best uniform at Daddy's funeral, the man who had probably watched Daddy changing my diapers when he came over to the house, for Christ's sake! The man who'd just fucked my well-used pussy better than I'd ever been fucked before in my entire life, and who had just sent an absolute flood of his hot, sticky cum gushing up into my womb!

Johnny didn't know about 'Uncle Dashaun'. He only knew Captain Roberts. And he'd been trying to find guys I'd enjoy, so if he'd heard rumors about what he was packing then of course he'd have made the effort to invite him for me! There was no way in hell he could have resisted the idea of watching me take on that absolute monster of a cock! Johnny'd just had no idea he'd be offering me up to have 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 have sex with, not just some random piece of ass. He'd seen my pictures, and had learned that his unofficial niece was a notorious badge bunny who'd been fucking her way from precinct to precinct the last four years running, ever since I'd turned eighteen. And his reaction hadn't been one of shock, or revulsion... no, instead he'd decided that he wanted to try out my tight little cunt for himself! And now he had. He'd fucking impaled me on that enormous cock of his! Fucked me so hard I'd been half convinced 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 told me he wanted to do it again! More often, he'd said, like he wanted it to become a regular thing!

We were done, after that. I don't blame the guys in the slightest. Who would want to follow a performance like that? Truth was, I was pretty done too, just flat-out exhausted from what they'd all done to me, especially Uncle Dashaun. Johnny released my chains, 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 shaky as hell, but the guys were supporting me, kissing my cheeks, getting in a last little fondle as they thanked me and told me how wonderful I'd been. I was reading their tags, finally associating names with the cocks I'd been enjoying so much. And I got my hands on those cocks for the first time all night, making sure that everyone got a thankful stroke and a squeeze while I told them all, as a group and individually, how much I'd enjoyed what they'd done to me. I wanted to make sure that nobody could feel left out or unappreciated, which could have been tricky, but I was helped by the fact that I didn't have to lie. They'd all been wonderful to me, and I was sincerely grateful to them for helping me fulfill my biggest fantasy.

I tried my best to give them each at least a few moments of my undivided attention, one after another, smiling warmly and looking them in their eyes while fondling their cock and balls. I made a point of thanking them each for all the little details I'd noticed, the way one had squeezed my ass with just the right pressure, the attention another had paid to my nipples at just the right moment to make me cum really hard, the way a third 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 special, each in their own way, because they were special to me. In my experience, guys don't much like the idea of sticking their dicks into holes full of other guys' cum. But these guys 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 know how much 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 wonder how Johnny had arranged to only invite cops with above-average cocks for me to enjoy. Had he created some sort of a questionnaire, or something? Camped out in the showers looking for the ones he thought I'd like? Maybe talked to a bunch of other badge bunnies and asked who their favorites were? Whatever he'd done, he'd sure as hell found some lovely cocks for me to fuck!

There were thirteen of them, including Johnny and my uncle Dashaun. Which by my count meant that everybody had gotten a turn in my pussy, and everybody but uncle Dashaun had also gotten a turn in my mouth. All the extra loads I'd swallowed, from their masturbation, had been a yummy, creamy bonus, but I wasn't really counting those, since I hadn't been the one doing the work to earn them. The important thing to me was that I'd reached my goal of making each of them cum at least twice, once with my pussy and once with my mouth... except for Uncle Dashaun, of course, but that wasn't my fault. He'd obviously been worried 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 fucked 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, undid my handcuffs, then stripped the rest of the way naked themselves and carried me into the shower to clean me up. I'd say 'to help me clean up', but honestly, I was so out of it by that point that they had to do it all on their own, taking off my collar, pulling out my plug, undoing my pigtails and taking off my mask. It had only been important for holding up my ears, anyways; not like I was worried about hiding my identity from any of these boys! They were gentle and sweet, one of them holding me up while the other washed me, softly fingering me to coax my pussy into squeezing out as much cum as I could. I regretted that, but I knew it was necessary so I wouldn't leak all over the place and make myself dirty again the moment I took a step; I was a very cummy little bunny! My eyes were closed, a huge, satiated smile on my face, and I wasn't even sure which of them was doing what. The rest 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 care of things in the locker room, taking my bench back to wherever they'd gotten it from and giving the area 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 call him Uncle in front of the others, if he stuck around.

Dan, my mystery-lieutenant introduced himself as, Lieutenant Dan Samuelson, after he and Johnny had gotten dressed themselves. They bundled me back into my jacket before Johnny swept me up into his arms, carrying me out the back door. He was taking me back to his place to sleep for about a week, and Dan was coming as far as the doorway 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 Johnny 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 consider it right then.

I collapsed heavily into Johnny's bed, grateful I'd had the foresight to arrange ahead of time for a substitute 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 front and melted into the sheets.

“Thank you, Johnny!” 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 hand stroking down to my lower back.

“I want to say thank you properly...” I continued, breaking off in a giggle. “But I don'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!”

“Don't mind if I do!” he chuckled, as I'd known he would, his hand sliding lower. He could never resist my ass. Which was a very good thing indeed, because even as exhausted as I was, having my bunny tail butt plug in there all evening had left me craving an ass fucking! And straight anal, unlike a DP, meant I could just lay there and take 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 stock in that lube company, 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 hips, and I was feeling the cool, slippery sensation of his finger as he prepped me for his cock.

Johnny knows my body well. So well, I knew I could trust him to take care of everything, leaving my mind to wander as he worked his way slowly into my ass, all the way inside, then gently started increasing his pace. I prefer anal when it's nice and hard and deep, but Johnny knew I needed some build up, first, before he could really start giving it to me the way I like most. I was hardly even paying attention, already dreaming of the next time I could see Uncle Dashaun. No wonder he'd never gotten married! There can't be many women out there who would be prepared to deal with a monster like his every night! But I could, I knew I could! In fact, with a cock like that at my beck and call... maybe being a one-man kind of a woman wasn't entirely out of the realm of possibility for me, after all!

Or at least... maybe being mostly a one-man kind of woman, until the next time that Uncle Dashaun felt like he wanted to share! I could just imagine him using me as an extra-special reward whenever the boys under his command did something especially good... I trembled with anticipated pleasure, a huge, predatory smile on my lips. Yeah... definitely something I would have to suggest! I'd already decided that I was going to skip giving him a call like he'd asked, and just be waiting outside his place when he got off shift, in my bunny outfit again under my sexy leather coat. I still owed him a blow job... and I was dying to see if he tasted as good as he felt! And after I was done, well... we'd just see where it went, after that. I'd still have a good twelve hours left on my birthday by the time I woke up... and I was sure I could convince him to help me 'celebrate'! Which meant I'd have to remember to call my substitute, and ask her if she'd be willing to stay and work 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 next couple of days! Certainly not well enough to ride herd on a rambunctious bunch of seven year olds! The thought of what I'd soon be doing again instead of chasing after those kids had me more than a little nervous, I'll admit... but in a good way! I could hardly wait for Uncle Dashaun to make me his plaything again! And again... and again!

I sighed happily, visions of my uncle's enormous black cock dancing through my mind as Johnny gripped my hips, pounding my ass with his own impressive tool. I came when he did, the feeling of his hot, wet spunk gushing up inside of me pushing me over the edge along with him. He went to go wash, considerately coming back to bed with a wet cloth so he could take care of me, too, since I was still in no condition to move on my own. He lay down on his back and helped me snuggle close, my head on his chest, my leg draped over his. It was my favorite way to fall asleep, as he knew, and the perfect way to end the perfect night. My perfect badge bunny birthday!
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2022-09-08 14:42:49
Great story, love the premise.

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