Hi readers
Thanks for sticking with this one -- I hope the last part is worth it. It's interesting to see the number of views tail off with these long, ongoing ones, so I'm going to change tack a bit and try something slightly different with shorter, one-off stories, maybe in a few different categories.
The idea behind this is to try to increase views, ratings, followers etc. As I've mentioned before these metrics are really the only thing that inspire me to keep writing. So, if you want me to keep going, you know what to do.
Thanks for sticking with this story, I hope you enjoy the last part.
Slight incest warning -- things do veer in that direction a little in this part, although nothing really happens. Just in case that's not your thing.
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PC Charles had been interested as soon as Emily Stainthorpe's activities came to his attention. Investigating reports of illegal pornography usually meant hanging around the sex shop in town or catching a guy selling out of a van at the market. So, the reports of explicit material being sold at the newsagents in this relatively small town raised eyebrows.
When the tip-off came in that a very attractive woman was both selling and also starring in explicit and illegal material, she became his number one priority.
PC Charles' was not one to cut corners, and his research had resulted in a stack of magazines and one video in his evidence cabinet back at the station.
After a while you become numb to this kind of filth, but Emily's work was on another level. Taking evidence home was strictly forbidden, but PC Clarke was a law unto himself -- he'd been doing the job for so long nobody would ever question him.
He'd never done this before, but he found himself smuggling the illicit material home and masturbating furiously over the evidence.
Each time did this, he told himself that was the last time. And yet he'd find himself in the same position the next day -- a slightly sore cock and a guilty conscience.
The more he did it, the less guilt he felt. The smile on Emily's face as she submitted to sexual acts which almost certainly would consign her to hell spoke to him. He could swear that she was enjoying it.
The video which he'd got a younger officer to procure backed this up. Emily smiled and laughed throughout a long session where seven different men took turns having sex with her.
Sometimes she had three of them inside her at once, and even then her hands were full. At the end, a disgusting, dripping mess, she gave a little speech, smiling into the camera and telling her audience how much fun she'd had, and how she'd be along soon with a sequel.
This was unlike anything PC Charles had come across before. The videos they usually confiscated were grainy and featured girls who were uninterested or, worse, possibly being forced into performing for the camera.
Emily's smile, which returned throughout proceedings when she didn't have a penis being forced into it, or when she was screaming in what was surely genuine enjoyment, gave her away for what she was.
Accompanied by young PC Wokingham, PC Charles entered the shop. Darren Wokingham had only been on the force for a few months. PC Charles had, the evening before, ordered him to take Emily's video home so he could 'appreciate what they were dealing with' today.
Darren knew he wasn't supposed to, but he couldn't help but be aroused by what he saw. Actually, aroused didn't even begin. But he told himself that he couldn't give into his base urges, and with enormous willpower had managed to keep his hands off himself, the fast-forward button helping a bit as he skipped through when it all got a bit too much.
After a tortuous sleep, haunted by incredibly disgusting and arousing images which were seared into his memory, and which kept him as hard as iron throughout the day, he was going to meet this woman for real.
When they entered, he got a surprise, as Shannon, who he'd attended the local college with, was serving behind the counter.
"Oh, hi Darren!" She greeted him warmly. PC Charles gave him a glance to remind him of his position, and he nodded, unsmiling. Shannon sensed this wasn't a social visit and surreptitiously pulled a newspaper across the counter, hiding what she'd been flicking through.
"Good evening, Madam," PC Charles said formally. He turned to examine the magazine rack. As usual, Emily was starring in more than one of them, and this month appeared on the cover of 'Naughty Neighbours'.
'W*nk on Me! Covergirl Emily needs contributions!' the salacious cover announced, across a picture of Emily naked and smiling, her most interesting areas just concealed by the strategically positioned lettering. The policeman took this magazine down, examining the cover carefully.
"What can I do for you officers," Shannon said. She was relieved that 'Razzle' was sold out. Shannon alongside Emily on the top shelf would have made things look even worse - although the devil in her would have liked to see Darren's reaction to her new career.
Shannon tried to adopt a relaxed and friendly tone. Under the newspaper she'd moved so subtly were pictures of her boss and mother-in-law being fucked by three men at once.
"We've had reports of indecent material being sold in this shop," the older policeman said. He put the magazine down on top of the newspaper. Shannon gulped. PC Charles began flicking through, stopping when he got to the centrefold.
The picture showed Emily with three fingers deep inside herself. Her hand glistened in the bright studio lights. Her other hand cupped a firm breast, offering it to the camera.
"That's OK though, isn't it?" Shannon asked quietly. "I mean, I just take the stock in and sell it, I don't really know what's allowed and what's not."
"Indeed," was PC Charles' only response. "But you do know this woman, don't you?" He nodded at the picture of Shannon's mother-in-law. She noticed Darren's eyes glued to the picture.
PC Wokingham's friend Chris had actually been one of Shannon's first sexual experiences. Darren had been in the room as she'd squeezed inside the same sleeping bag as Chris, and he'd fingered her clumsily at a sleepover, years ago. Chris had promised he wouldn't tell anyone, but Shannon knew guys rarely kept that promise.
"Yes, she's my boss -- this is her shop." Shannon said compliantly.
"A bit more than just your boss -- you are married to her son, I believe?"
Oh shit! This was more than just a check on a rumour or tip-off. They'd done their research. If they knew this, there was very little chance that they didn't know all about the illegal hardcore pornography which Shannon's knees touched under the counter.
