Woman Gets Fucked By Three Men
To the outside world, the small town was a quiet place between the mountains and forests. The people were friendly and everyone knew each other. Famous authors would stay for months long seclusion. Tourists came during summers to enjoy the lake.
It was also the place that led to her sexual depravity...
Detective Celine Sullivan was born and raised in that town before moving to the big city to pursue a law enforcement career. She knew most of the people well. Her mother was a popular teacher at the high school.
There were two reasons she was back in town:
1. She completed her leave after being involved in a shootout during a major crimes investigation. After being fired upon by drug traffickers, she returned fire, striking and killing a man. Other officers on the scene engaged in the firefight and arrests were made.
Psychologists at the police department evaluated her mental state and recommended a less stressful assignment for the moment. She'd had a chaotic year as a young detective with crime on the rise. As fulfilling as the job was, it had also taken its toll.
2. An informal corruption probe opened against some of the town's leaders after a complaint was filed, and when Detective Sullivan was offered the role of lead investigator, she agreed. It was exactly the kind of job she needed. One that was low on stress but allowed her to remain active.
It felt good to be home again. She stayed in a remote cabin where her mother used to live. In town, she was treated as a local celebrity. Her name was in the newspaper and she'd been featured on local news reports.
When the timing was right, she went out to dinner with some old friends. Afterward, when they went outside for a quick chat before parting ways, a friend passed a message that changed the direction of her investigation.
"By the way," he said. "Have you been to the wine shop yet? The owner has a special bottle saved just for you. He said you're an American hero who deserves the best."
When they parted ways, Celine walked across the street towards the wine shop. It was almost closing time and she had to hurry. Inside, the place was quiet, but the lights were on.
She noticed a light in the backroom, and as she stood still, she heard a faint noise. A woman's voice. Danger? Her instincts as a detective kicked in and she felt something unusual was going on.
Gingerly, she walked towards the backroom. The noise was clearer and she heard a ruffling sound. There was commotion and people were talking in husky voices, using plenty of curse words.
Had she been led here on purpose? Had the man set her up? Or was she being tipped off about something because she was a detective?
Celine kept composure as she peeked her head around, careful not to be seen, so she could look into the backroom.
A young woman had just been stripped naked by three men with hungry eyes. The guy who seemed in charge was Mayor Braddock, a large man who was always charming with everyone. Beside him were a lawyer and the man who owned this wine shop.
"Bend over the table,"
Mayor Braddock said to the naked woman.
When the woman complied, the Mayor and his friends undid their pants.
Celine watched from the discreet place. It was the first time she witnessed anything like this. Although she was used to having to think fast in moments of danger, this was something different. She enjoyed being a voyeur.
The men shared the naked woman. They used her mouth, mauled her breasts with their hands, and took turns having sex with her. It happened so efficiently that it suggested a certain level of casualness between them.
When the lawyer, thrusting hard into the naked woman, made eye contact with the voyeuring detective, she walked backwards to leave. The man smiled at her, but said nothing.
Celine left the wine shop wondering if the men would all know that she'd spied on them. Maybe they'd find it humorous that a woman with her authority had caught them in the act? Or maybe the lawyer would keep quiet.
When she drove back to her cabin, she lit the fireplace and put on music. She changed her clothes into comfortable nightwear and sat by the fire.
Her laptop was open and she wondered if this should go into her report. She decided against it. Instead, she emailed her Lieutenant:
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I saw a gangbang today. A literal gangbang. Mayor Braddock was there along with two other prominent men (one of which is the city lawyer). It happened in the back of a wine shop and the owner was part of it.
The lucky woman who was ganged is a young school teacher. I met her once. She's a nice person. She was nervous during the ganging but enjoyed it. The men seemed way too experienced for something like this. I'll spare you the rest of the gratuitous details. You can use your imagination.
Should I continue with the probe? Things are dry. Everything looks clean, except for tonight's ganbgang, of course.
Let me know,
Detective Sullivan
~~~
She almost laughed after sending the message. She wished she could see her boss's expression. It must have been glorious, either with frustration or humor. What most people don't realize is that cops love humor as a form of stress relief.
Putting her laptop away, all she could think about was the attractive school teacher who was naked and used. Valerie was the woman's name. A new teacher who came here from France to start a new life. What an interesting twist of fate.
Just thinking about it made her aroused again. One of the benefits of living alone was that she could masturbate as much as she wanted, wherever she wanted. It had been a while since she last had sex. Almost a year, to be exact.
In front of the fireplace, she removed her pants, spread her legs, and rubbed herself thinking about the French teacher named Valerie. It was the first time she'd ever given herself an orgasm from anything related to a case.
Morning arrived and she rolled across her bed to check her phone for new messages. Skimming the list, she saw a reply from the Lieutenant:
Keep digging. As you know, crooks enjoy fucking like anyone else. Who cares if they're fucking a teacher? Good for them. Now do your job, Celine. Or are you allergic to dicks and cunts?
It made her giggle. The Lieutenant had the driest sense of humor in a person she'd ever met. For now, this preliminary investigation would have to keep going.
Celine Learns The Town's Secrets
After spending two days investigating and finding nothing of value, a major twist came when she ran into the lawyer down the street. Celine finished having breakfast with a friend and the lawyer was on his way to work.
They made small talk, but the tension lingered between them. The man blushed and Celine wondered if the topic of what she saw would come up. As it turned out, he was the one who decided to mention it.
"About the other night," Alan said, still blushing. "Sorry you had to see that."
Celine waved it off. "Forget it. It's nothing."
"I'm glad you're forgiving. A lot's changed since you left."
That statement was all Celine needed to know that these men did this routinely. The only question was, did they only do this with the same school teacher? Or were there others?