The Commander

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The CommanderPolice Constable Lena Harper sat behind the steering wheel of the car, waiting. It was a civilian car, but she was in uniform. She had taken off her regulative helmet and put it neatly on the passenger’s seat. She straightens out her spotless uniform jacket and checked her prim cravat with her hand. She looked perfect; she knew that.It was Commander Ratched’s so-called “discreet car”, a larger, dark vehicle, almost like a limousine. Ratched called it “discreet” for security reasons so that she could keep it, or at least Harper believed so. Ratched was possible the only Commander in the country with her own service limousine, also driven by a designated officer – PC Harper. Harper had been a police officer for eight months when she was recruited by the boss.Police Commander Mildred Ratched wanted an orderly and dutiful officer, a female, not taller than she was, who drove nicely and did what she was told. Well, that was Lena Harper in a nutshell. One of the shortest females on the force, with blonde, bobbed hair, easy to arrange for the helmet she wore with pride. With her glasses, she looked smart, awake, on the dot, with freckles around her little nose.Commander Ratched, on the other hand, had a reputation and in the beginning, Harper was somewhat afraid of her. By the time she had started to respect her boss’ stern kindness to her, the generosity with payments and compensations, the not so back-breaking work schedule. However, Harper also knew she was a bitch. She had never understood why this car was so important and so “discreet”, winding up the bureaucrats about the costs, and the way Ratched spoke about these people was just horrible – “cocksuckers”, “cunts” and so on.There were also rumours about sexual promiscuity and using sex for promotion, leading to disgusting jokes and stories around the male officers, but Harper pushed that away. Ratched was a disciplinarian and she could be very harsh with her subordinates. Harper understood where the “bitch-label” came from, but most of the time she thought her boss was right in her assessments. Where would they be without discipline?There were only two things so far that had puzzled PC Harper. These out of office meetings with colleagues, politicians and other officials – the “pussies”. Why was that? Harper had a feeling her boss didn’t like the police station, despite the obvious power trip that the place gave her. Together they often spent hours on the streets and Ratched did the business over the phone. She was a master delegator.Harper bahis şirketleri also had the feeling that Ratched was maybe hiding a drinking problem because on some occasions she was sure her boss stepped back into the car a little tipsy. She covered it well behind her perfect, shiny facade, but Harper felt sad for her. Ratched was young for her rank, she had just passed forty and showed no tendency for becoming fat. She had tremendous energy and wore her crisp uniform like a recruiting poster, old fashioned, always in a regulatory skirt, never pants. Harper realized that she liked the “bitch-hag from hell”.The Commander had been gone for almost forty minutes now. Harper knew it would take at least one hour. Her boss had said it was a union-related meeting and for sure, she had first seen Detective Inspector Benson, the large, black chief of the so-called d**g Squad, entering the building. He handled union things and was also a long-standing friend and ally to Ratched and on occasions being her body-guard.Shortly thereafter arrived Sergeant Brody in civilian clothes, the heavy-set leader of the local police union club. That also explained the location, a favourite of Ratched, a restaurant owned by Brody’s older, brutish-looking brother, a former criminal. If Harper remembered it correctly, hadn’t her boss bragged about her arresting the big bastard …?Harper’s phone rang and she answered it immediately. It was Ratched, probably in the middle of the lunch because she sounded occupied, also irritated, a lot of things going on in the background. She wanted Harper to join her.’Yes, Ma’m’, she answered, took her helmet, fixed it on her blonde head in the rear mirror of the car and stepped out.Entering the restaurant, she saw it was empty because it was in the middle of the day. Brody’s brother seemed to be waiting for her. ‘Follow me, Officer, I will take you to the commander’.So, PC Harper followed the bull-liked man up the stairs to what she supposed was a private dining room. The brother opened a door, stepped in and held it up for her. Harper had just stepped over the threshold when the brother grabbed the collar of the jacket and flung her inside.’Hey’, Harper yelled and then frozen stiff in what was some kind of a hotel suite. On a large double bed, Commander Ratched was on all fours, in uniform, being mounted hard from behind by DI Benson. Ratched was jerked back and forward by the force of the big, black man’s pounding. The only reason she still kept her helmet on was because of Sergeant Brody bahis firmaları pressing it down on her head when ramming his cock into her mouth.Benson smiled proudly at Harper, holding on to the commander’s uniform jacket when fucking her. ‘Harper’, he barked with a heavy breath. ‘Festus here want payment for the room and the Commander is occupied, as you can see’.Festus was Brody’s brother and he pushed Harper against a sofa. ‘Of with the pants, Officer’, he commanded.Harper tried to make resistance. ‘Stop this, I’m a police officer. Release the commander immediately. You’re all under arrest’. She was roughly pushed down on the sofa and Festus was grabbing and dragging on her uniform pants, they were coming off. She was struggling, protesting, but Festus was much too strong, laughing at the tensive situation.’Officer’, Commander Ratched barked and Festus stopped when Harper’s pants were down her knees and her panties giving up in his strong hands. Ratched was held up like a dummy between the other two men. Her lipstick was all over her mouth, face red, her eyes almost covered by the helmet. Her uniform jacket and white shirt were partly unbuttoned, revealing her bra. ‘Officer Harper, serve Mr Brody now’.With that, the Commander was yanked back on the bed and Sergeant Brody was over her, plunging his manhood inside her missionary style. ‘And you’re serving me, Commander’, he panted, starting to pump her. ‘Yes, Sergeant, you fuck me’, she hollered.DI Benson stood on his knees, smirking at the hapless PC Harper with his big, black cock, shiny with police-commander-cunt-juices, like a steel hard piston. PC Harper understood, Festus turned her around like she was a rag doll and just like that, she had his huge cock inside her. It filled her up much more than her boyfriends. He fucked her hard and her helmet was banged in rhythm against the wall.Suddenly, she was in the air, carried by Festus over to the bed. She lost her helmet before being thrown on the bed, then roughly positioned on her fours. Someone put the helmet on her blonde head again. ‘Use the chinstraps’, someone else commanded.Festus was banging her again from behind, while her brother pulled down the chinstrap and fixed the helmet on her unruly scalp. Her hair was in the way of her sight, but now she was facing Commander Ratched, who again was mounted by Benson’s man meat. Her eyes were red by sweat under the brim of her helmet. She tried to say something, but she could only moan of pleasure, in perfect tempo with PC Harper in front of kaçak bahis siteleri her.Harper was on her back again, on the sofa, with her legs up high, being mounted hard by Benson. From under the brim of her helmet, she could see Commander Ratched stumbling around the bed without her skirt but with jacket and shirt still on together with the chequered cravat. She had a thick wad of cum reaching over her red face and upon the black helmet. The white semen was placed right beside the helmet badge.She was pissed about that, even if subdued by repeated orgasms. Harper could hear her complaining: ‘Sergeant, you pig, how the fuck will I get this off my helmet? I’ve told you not to cum on my uniform …’ She couldn’t end the sentence because of the sergeant’s big brother forced her down on her knees on the floor. They disappeared behind Benson’s broad torso, but Harper could hear her boss’ protests being stopped by something big in her mouth.Benson laughed and grabbed her jumping face in her big hand, staring into her big eyes. ‘The bitch is loud today’, he smirked and started to pump her even harder, soon reaching yet another climax. The commander came out again behind Benson, crawling on the floor with more cum on her helmet. She could hear the big bastard Festus mumbling: ‘You still pay for the jail time, cunt’. The Commander collapsed on the floor, totally wasted.A minute later it was suddenly time to break up and go back to work. Benson jerked off his last load for the day in Harper’s helmet before he pressed it down again on her blonde head. He zipped up and disappeared out of Harper’s sight. She was half sitting, half laying on the sofa with her naked legs wide apart. On her right leg, her uniform pants still hanged on her foot, the black regulation shoe was gone from her left. She would have to find it, she thought dimly, trying to pull down her bra over her firm little breasts. She saw that she also had white cum on her uniform, on her jacket. Fuck … she thought.’You clean up this place before you leave, officers’, Festus barked before he left. They could hear him laugh outside, walking away. Commander Ratched had managed to get up on her feet. She was struggling with her balance when she pulled up her skirt over her broad bum. She had dried semen over the round cheeks. It hit Harper that her boss probably didn’t wear knickers under the uniform … maybe never? What a thought.Without looking back at Harper, she took off her helmet, she swore over the mess and started to wobble over to the bathroom. ‘Officer’, she tried to bark with a broken voice. ‘Clean up yourself and fix this place, we must be on our way in fifteen minutes’.PC Harper, still outfucked on her back on the sofa, saluted with her hand to the helmet: ‘Yes, Ma’m’.

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