Group Commander's Slut Daughter

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Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Voyeurism, .

Desc: Sex Story: An Air Force Security Police Sergeant returns to the dormitory and learns the General's Daughter is fucking her way through it room by room. There's a history between them

Sunday morning - two AM. I climbed the outside stairs to the third floor and entered the dormitory. I'd just finished my last swing shift and had a supposed twenty-four hours off before reporting for my first midnight. It had been a rough day though... there was a full moon out and I don't care what any anyone says, people get stupid when the full moon is out. There had been eight domestic disturbance calls, six fights at the base clubs, five vandalism responses and three airmen busted for drugs - they'd had the shit sitting in the open on their cars front seat when they tried entering the base gate. Everyone worked overtime tonight... though myself and the Flight Chief stayed longer than the others. I was the Desk Sergeant and dispatcher, between the two of us we had to make sure that all reports and submitted paperwork 'jibbed'. I had been forced to retyped three of the reports because those turned in by the responding partolman did not come close to what was reported in the statements of the witnesses. After talking to them and our cops, I let them all go and said I would retype the reports myself... less headaches that way.

Anyway, I was tired, pissed off and I wanted a drink - hell, I wanted a lot of drinks and I had a bottle of Jim Beam in my room that would do the job wonderfully. Stopping in the laundry room I was shovelling quarters into the Coke machine, for mixers, when Peters approached me.

"Did you hear what's happening, Sarge?"

"What's happening Peters?"

"The Group Commander's daughter has made some kind of bet that she can fuck every cop in the dorm in a single weekend. She's just finishing up on the second floor now... I already got mine."

"You did, did you?"

"Yeah. She's not bad either and g-o-o-o-d looking too. She'll do you any way you want it too. In the cunt, the ass, the mouth... she doesn't care. Hell, she's so strung out on something she's like the fucking Energizer Bunny, unstoppable."

"I'll bet that went over real good with a few of the WAF's on the first floor. I'd think Kersey would have busted her on the spot."

"Nah, she's only approaching the guys - not the women. Besides, Sergeant Kersey moved off-base with Patricks last week and Smitty's gone to Dallas for the weekend to see her parents. That only leaves Patty Korwin. Korwin is working Midnights right now and uses sleeping pills. By the time Korwin woke up yesterday she'd already moved to the second floor so I doubt she even noticed."

"I hadn't realised things had gotten that far between Kersey and Patricks, good for them. As for the General's daughter, I'd think she'd be a little sore and a lot sloppy by now, especially if she's been going all weekend and has finished the first two floors."

"Not really... whatever it is she's on keeps her so high that a lot of it doesn't really seem to register as it's happening... but she's a good fuck anyway."

"Yeah, she's always been a doper... and stupid. Let me give you a piece of advise though... go see Smitty in two-oh-six... he's got a big bottle of Ampicillan... get about ten of the pills from him and take all ten right now."

"You think she might be dirty, Sarge?"

"I don't have any idea, but that girl has always been a slut... fucking anything that moved and waggled at her... best not to take chances."

"Thanks Sarge. I'll go see Smitty now. Should I tell the others?"

"No. He doesn't have enough for everyone and it will just cause fights. Besides, some of the guys might be allergic to pennicillan and it would be dangerous for them. Just get yours and let the rest take their chances."

"You sound like you know her. How's that? Didn't she just arrive at the base a month ago?"

"I know when she arrived... I was personally notified of it by her father. She and I have a history of sorts. I met them both before, at another posting before he put on his General's star. There were... problems... but I probably know more about her than anyone else in the Dorm. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a bottle of bourbon calling me."


I was unlocking my door when she arrived on the third floor, coming through the door from the central stairway and turning in my direction down the hall. She still looked pretty much as I remembered her, medium height, blonde, well-formed, trim body and a naturally saucy way of moving. She had been attractive back then, now she was absolutely stunning. She was wearing a mini-dress that buttoned up the front, wrinkled and a bit soiled now and buttoned only by two of the buttons over her breasts. It still tried to hug her form though, even as it flapped open and closed at the hips with her movements - playing peek-a-boo games. Somewhere during her weekend she'd lost her underwear, if she'd ever been wearing any, and I was given small glimpses of the neatly trimmed thatch surmounting her pussy as she approached. She may have lost her underwear, but she still had her purse, over her shoulder and lightly clasped in the fingers of one hand as she walked. She did seem tired though, the fatigue showed in her face and shoulders... there was also a drugged sheen to her eyes and they seemed disassociated... like she was only vaguely aware of her surroundings as she approached. She looked at me as she drew near and her eyes seemed to clear somewhat. There was a momentary questioning look, like she almost recognized me but couldn't remember for sure. She stopped beside me and placed her hand on my shoulder.

"I'll be back to you in a bit, big boy. Don't worry, you'll get your turn," and then she was moving again, on towards the rooms at the end of the hallway. A few steps away from the last door she stopped, snapping open her purse and removing a pill bottle, poured a couple into her hand and popping them into her mouth. She swallowed them dry as she replaced the bottle in her purse and snapped it shut.

Pausing where I was I watched as she knocked on the end door and waited for an answer. Her hands went to the buttons at her breast, undoing them even as she looked back up the hallway to where I was standing. She flashed me a big white smile and then the door began opening. Turning back to the door she opened her dress wide, displaying her attributes to Mike, the room's sole occupant, and announcing she had a present for him - herself. She entered the room and Mike leaned out, glancing down the hallway to see who might have noticed. Our eyes locked for a moment and then we turned away from one another, entering our respective rooms.


Inside the room I found music booming through the main ventilation vent and I moved immediatly to the phone on my writing desk. Dialing a number I heard it start ringing and balanced it on my shoulder as I moved between my locker, the room's small refrigerator and the desk, gathering the material to make my first drink as it continued ringing unanswered. I waited, letting it ring until the song ended.

I knew whose stereo I was hearing... it belongs to a kid on the first floor who seemed to think he was doing everyone a favor by always playing his five-hundred watt stereo at maximum volume. The problem was partly in the design of the dormitory itself... it was a hot July day and the dormitories were air conditioned with swamp coolers. Huge water cooled evaporative air conditioners mounted to the roofs of the buildings. The ducting, through which the cooled air returned to the rooms, were huge wide-open three foot by three foot vents that ran to every single room in the place, so what happened in one room, above a certain volume level, could be heard in every other room.

The current song ended and there was a momentary lull before the next began. The phone at the other end was picked up. "Banks?... This is Fraley on the third floor... I can't hear myself think up here, or enjoy my own music... Yeah, okay... Well, turn it down about four fucking decibals or I'm coming down there and cut your fucking power cords again, got it?... You too, just do what I said." The next song had come on while I talked and I didn't really know if it was louder through the telephone or the room vent as it really got going, but within seconds of his slamming down his receiver the volume backed off to a somewhat more acceptable level. At least I would be able to hear my own music without starting a stereo war. I turned on my own machine and started the reel-to-reel deck, adjusting the volume just enough to hear it clearly and letting my ears adapt to filter out the music from the vent. I took the first sip from my drink and settled into the old arm chair I'd bought at a yard sale.

I let my mind wander to what was happening down the hall and remembered my first experiences with her, wondering what would be the result when she finally knocked on my door and I rejected her offer...


Her name was Austin, her first name - not her last, and that may have been part of her original problems. Her father was the Installation Commander and her fiancee was bared from the base for dealing drugs. I was fairly new there at the time and wasn't yet up on who was who and what was what around the post. Later I was to find that she and her father were always on the outs and fighting about everything. Much of what she did was just to upset and embarrass him. She was actively trying, at times, to torpedo his military career.

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